Weight Gain Fantasy Mga Nobela at Kwento

I glance at my reflection in the dirty glass where there is a peeling poster stuck on the other side of a half-naked woman, bending over. Choppy, brown hair and green eyes, I barely have any baby fat left in my cheeks at seventeen. Boys my age always call me hot. Men, older than me, call me alluring. I make sure never to be alone with either. My chest needs a little more growing, but I’m curvy enough. I can easily pass as nineteen, twenty, or—maybe with a little makeup—twenty-two. I look back at the empty stretch of road. I hate Texas with a vengeance. If I have it my way, I’ll never come back here. And if things work out the way I’m planning, I’ll never have to.

I turned to the confused neighbors and said, "I was just as confused as you until recently. I couldn't understand why I kept gaining weight no matter what I did. But now… I know." Under their stunned gazes, I slowly removed my shirt and exposed two enormous puncture needles on my back. One was red, the other was blue. "What are those?" "That's terrifying!" The neighbors recoiled in shock while Mom and Jenny lowered their heads. I took a deep breath. "Every night, Mom and Jenny would come into my room and inject a large dose of drugs through the red puncture. The drugs made my fat cells divide rapidly, so I gained weight extremely fast. That's why I couldn't lose weight no matter what I did."

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

"I've been eating everything in sight and I've still lost… let's see… almost twelve pounds! Ugh, it's so annoying." I lifted my gaze. It was true. On her petite frame, the loss was dramatic. Her cheekbones were sharper, her collarbones pronounced, giving her a gaunt, almost modelesque look. I let my shoulders slump, painting misery across my face. "I don't get it… I've been doing everything right, but I've gained ten pounds. I feel horrible." My display of defeat was the fuel she needed. Her preening intensified. "I guess it's just genetics! Some people are just born to be lucky, you know? Right, Zach?"

She thought with disgust. "It's a lie Jay, this can't be true I mean you can't be serious. She's crippled for heaven's sake what can a crippled girl give you that I haven't?! Tell me, you know I'll do anything for you baby, mh? Am sorry if I have wronged you in any way but our home is empty and boring without you there and the sheets are cold anyway, I miss your warmth and that your strong sensual cologne" she spoke seductively consciously drawing closer to him like a predator.

“Or do you just not care because you’ve never had to control yourself?” “I’ll clean it,” I say quickly. “I’ll make more.” He laughs. Short. Ugly. “Make more?” His eyes drag over me, slow and deliberate. “You’ve already had plenty, haven’t you?” My face burns. I stare at the floor. At the sauce spreading between the cracks. “You know what people see when they look at you?” he continues. “They see a fat girl who doesn’t know when to stop. Eating. Standing. Existing. Just too much.”

It turned out he really did have very dirty fantasies about her, and she cried out with pleasure through every one of them. Ellie had reached her goal for weight gain, so she tried to spend as much time moving her body as possible. Zane had an indoor pool in his Denver mansion, just like he had in Rocky Springs, so she swam every evening and spent time on the treadmill whenever she could. So far, her weight had stayed steady. Though if she were honest, the workouts Zane gave her in bed every night were probably why she wasn’t gaining weight. He had also taken her to almost every restaurant in the area that he liked, each one fantastic.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

My hips, curves, and bustline have become more pronounced, giving me a more voluptuous figure. I'm not sure what's causing these changes – is it the emergence of my wolf or the fact that I'm eating more than I ever have in my life? My days are filled with nothing but eating and sleeping, with an emphasis on consuming copious amounts of food. It's as if they're trying to fatten me up like a Thanksgiving turkey. And, well, considering I'll be "sacrificed" in three months to revive Damian's deceased witch lover, it's likely that's exactly what they're doing.

Every time it felt like the first time all over again. And that was always a rush. I loved it. The way that he made me feel sexually, the way that he gave me sensations. But I couldn't express how I have felt for the past few days. I got tired of doing nothing and nothing I ate seemed to agree with my stomach. All I could do was sleep and I don't know why I was gaining weight since I was barely eating. My skin was tanner, I was growing darker than usual and I had never seen my reflection looking healthier. There must have been something different. Was this what happiness looked like?