Weight Gain Novels & Stories

Liam said, and poor Chadwick obliged. The hotel supervisor wrapped the melon around Chadwick's belly and the cantaloupes over his chest. When Chadwick was fully strapped, Liam said, "What you have on you is a pregnant woman's weight. An average pregnant woman gains twenty-five to thirty-five pounds. You have only twenty pounds of added weight." "A belly and two big boobs?" Chadwick frowned, looking at his new stomach. "Precisely," Liam said before throwing pieces of paper on the floor. He instructed, "Now, pick up the papers."

increased by 1cm." "You heard him Gideon? I grow taller!" I shouted with glee. "So it seems love. I am happy for you. What an important achievement. We will celebrate later okay?" I nodded in agreement. "But your metabolism is still the same so you're weight also increased. You did not loose weight at all for the past year. You need to loose weight-" Fudge. This it. I want to cry. Truth hurts. "Shut up. She doesn't need to loose weight. She is perfect as she is. Mention her weight one more time see what happens." The doctor became flustered as Gideon

He’d manipulated me, and I had fallen for it all, hook, line and sinker. “I hope so. I’m starving, and it has been a while since I’ve felt truly hungry,” I told her, looking forward to our baked chicken dinner. She grinned. “That is a very good sign. Pregnant ladies are supposed to gain weight, not lose it,” she lectured. “I know, I know. I will. It’s hard to eat when you have to think about what it is going to look like coming back up,” I complained. She wrinkled her nose. “Gross.”

My entire day revolved around two things: meals that would help me gain weight, and exercises that would build my muscle strength. And, somehow, it was working, at least on paper. After all the eating, the training, and the struggling, I had managed to put on seven kilograms. At five feet five inches tall, I was now almost fifty kilograms. It was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless. To me, though, it didn’t feel like much. I saw myself every day in the mirror, same face, same body, so I didn’t notice the changes as much. But they were there.

"No, you said I'm gaining weight." "Which is a good thing, is it not?" Merri pursued her lips. "You're not fat Merri, all I'm saying is you're putting on a good health amount of weight." Feeling emotional, Merri felt her tears right below her eyes as she quivered. "I hardly eat anything, how could I be gaining weight. Please Thomas, tell me this is all a banter?!"

I can not eat them both. “You didn’t eat breakfast, or lunch. We’re gonna miss dinner. What’s holding you back?” “I don’t want to gain anymore weight” I keep my voice quiet. “Baby you’ve lost like twenty pounds in the past two months. You are getting to an unhealthy weight” “You don’t like my body?” My eyes start to sting, because I hate my body. But I don't want him to hate it, too. “I love your body. And I’ll love your body if you gain 50 pounds. Or more. I don’t love how you’re treating yourself. I don’t want to see you suffer like this”