Weight Gain Stories Novels & Stories

“Including losing weight again to escape the feelings?” “Yes.” She bit her lip. “That’s one of the things that I talk about with Rianna. How to gain weight slowly and with healthy food, and not panic and stop eating as the numbers get higher and higher on the scale. How to handle all the feelings and memories that come up as they do. For me, gaining weight is – complicated. It’s way more than just going to McDonald’s every day and stuffing my face with abandon. Lots goes on in my head every time I step on the scale, and see the numbers going up, and none of it is good.”

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.”

I couldn't help but laugh at Wendy's story. As I reflected on the past, I looked at Wendy with renewed interest. "Even if you gained ten pounds at your height and weight, you'd just have a more curvy figure." "Twenty pounds! No, forty pounds! If I liked Luke, I'd gladly gain forty pounds," Wendy declared. "Wow, Wendy, that's harsh!" Wendy couldn't stand the thought of gaining weight. She was extremely strict about her weight, and gaining forty pounds would be worse for her than being handed a knife to end it all.

I had gained a bit of weight during the past few weeks and though not by much but it was still recognisable. It shouldn't have surprised me considering the amount of calories I have been consuming lately but I genuinely was surprised. I mean, I have been trying to gain some weight for as long as I could remember but that just never happened no matter how much I ate. But all of the sudden I had this slight thickness I had always wanted. It didn't make sense but I was genuinely happy about that. I always hated how tiny I was anyway or that flat stomach that looked like I was starved or something ,I hated it which most people would probably find it weird or strange because if we were being hone

“No. I’ve adhered to a healthy diet and have not been tempted to revert to anorexia once since my recovery. In fact, I have gained weight.” “Good for you,” the doctor said after weighing her and announcing she was five pounds heavier than the last time she'd checked. The weight gain shocked her, for though she noticed her clothes fit snugger, this was a much greater increase than she’d ever had. But she had hardly noticed the gain. It certainly hadn’t been at the forefront of her mind.

I was back at the agency part-time, Thomas was managing the growing business, and Maya was thriving with her new routine. "She's gained two pounds," Dr. James announced during Maya's follow-up appointment. "That's good?" "That's excellent. CF patients often struggle with weight gain, especially after respiratory infections. Maya's doing beautifully." "She's been eating everything in sight," Thomas said. "And walking everywhere," I added. "She refuses to be carried anymore." "Walk!" Maya said from her perch on the examination table. "Walk fast!" "I bet you walk fast," Dr. James said. "Are you ready to show me how you walk?"

And then it was over. "Why?" The words kept tumbling from my mouth. I'd gone over all this in my head so many times, but I can't remember the last time I talked to a real person about it. Maybe I never had. "I wore a size six wedding dress, I was a perfect 36-24-36. I was marrying a gorgeous, successful man from an important, wealthy family, and in less than a year and a half I had a beautiful baby girl. Paige was such an easy pregnancy. Will was harder, I had more trouble keeping my weight down. My doctor told me I was close to having gestational diabetes, and I had to work really hard to get my figure back afterwards. Then, with Charlie, there was no 'close to'. I gained more than seventy

I was very active; in fact, I was always so hyper, and everyone was worried for me. I kept them on their toes; I was overly friendly, always in a good mood, and even my employees noticed the change in my behaviour. But that only lasted for a month. In the fifth month, I saw hell. I started gaining so much weight; my feet gradually became swollen, my ribs hurt all the time, I have heartburn, my back hurts, everything hurts. Sleeping is hell for me; I am in and out of the hospital and massage spas. My OB/GYN advised me to lose weight because my baby was becoming overweight and I was at a risk of having surgery.

“So what if I have? Everyone tries to lose weight before a wedding.” “Well, it looks terrible on you. Put it back on.” He growled. “I can’t just click my fingers and the weight goes back on, you know. Why are you being like this and why does my weight have anything to do with you?” Ella said angrily. “Before we go into that. I want to tell you a story.” Ella frowned now. “What story. I’m well past the age of bedtime stories.” he really was losing her now. “What about fairytales? Do you like fairytales, Ella? But that isn’t the story I want to tell you today. Well, it’s not a story but life, really. What I should have dealt with better, in the beginning.. will you listen?”

"Zephyrine, we've made supper for you." The three people stood there with steaming hot food – noodles, soup, and vegetables. It seemed they hadn't fought this time; each of them cooked something different. Unfortunately, Quentin Bennett didn't want to enjoy that dish. So the three of them turned their gaze toward me. After that day, I weighed myself and found out I had gained six pounds. I fell silent for a moment, stepped off the scale, and murmured, "I guess I've been eating too well." When studying intensively with good food around, not gaining weight would be against the laws of nature.