Weight Gain Story Novels & Stories

She no longer felt nauseous all the time, but there were some days when she woke up with nausea and ended up throwing up at such times. Grace threw all of her time and efforts into developing herself. The book cafe had become very famous in the area and the number of customers were increasing every single day. She had noticed that she had added some weight and didn't really like the fact and hence got membership at a gym where Janet and Sophia belonged. Miguel and Janet were finally getting married that weekend and hence, every bridesmaid was trying to watch their weight in order to fit into their dresses. Janet had been freaking out about finally marrying the love of her life. She wanted ev

“Why? It’s not like you’re a child. You’re an adult with a healthy sex drive, just like me. No reason to be embarrassed by talking with me about it. I think you could use some girl talk. I can give advice on most any topic, you know? You can ask me anything. I just wanted to reassure you that no matter what you look like, you are beautiful. I guarantee that Tyson likes the weight you’ve gained lately. He likes you just as you are. Don’t get me wrong; he’d never say a word to you about how your body is changing. He thinks you are beautiful and sexy, that won’t change with a few extra pounds. He wants you healthy; physically, and mentally. Best way to look at it; weight is just your relationsh

The day summer break started after my third year of college, Mom and Dad drove over in their SUV to pick us up. My older sister, Janet Gould, helped carry the luggage. My younger brother, Harvey Gould, clung to Mom and soaked up her attention. When I carried my duffel bag downstairs, they stared at me in shock. None of them recognized me. "Liam, is that you? How did you lose so much weight?" Mom looked me over, her expression hard to read. For a moment, I thought she was worried about me. But then she suddenly frowned. "You're not sick, are you? We don't have health insurance for you." Janet looked at me with disgust. "Did you lose all that weight just to compete with Harvey for attent

“Why can’t I orgasm, Tessa?” I asked my best friend as I stuffed another bite of pizza into my mouth. I probably shouldn’t have been eating pizza. I’d been slowly gaining weight over the past few weeks, mostly because I’d been avoiding the gym like it had personally offended me. My hips were getting bigger, my ass along with them, and I’d recently noticed more stretch marks around both. And then there were the love handles. Those were becoming increasingly difficult to ignore.

He was fucking thrilled that she’d put on a bit more weight, and it was more than just a hunch: that night, she’d told him that her one skirt was too tight to do up comfortably, and so she’d add it to the pile of clothes that she’d donate to charity. He’d gone on to high-alert at this news, since Tessa’s weight gain was still a source of stress for her sometimes. She was doing well overall, eating healthily but not obsessing over every calorie, and her weight had been creeping up maybe a pound or two a week since Christmas. She’d come to a place of serenity and acceptance about it, and in her mind, she’d set her target weight at one hundred and fifty-two pounds. She’d hit that weight the day

I told him about the pregnancy book I was reading, about the baby's development in these weeks, and Julian listened enthusiastically. But when we finished eating, I felt the need to tell Julian about something that was worrying me. "I need to tell you something." "What is it?" Julian looked at me with concern. "I've already gained two kilograms. I'm afraid it's too much. The doctor said I shouldn't gain too much. What if this is too fast? What if it harms the baby?" Julian took my hand. "Two kilograms isn't much. That's normal for pregnancy." "I was already fat before pregnancy. And now I've gained two kilograms. What if I keep gaining? What if I can't control my weight?"

I stepped on it. The number on the scale stopped at a figure that made me freeze. I had gained seven kilograms. Even though for the past two months I had been dieting desperately, my weight had gone up. I got off the scale and stood in front of the cracked mirror on the wall. My stomach was rounded. I was used to my fat stomach, soft, sagging, disproportionate. But now? My stomach looked different. Rounder and firmer. I touched it. Hard. I frowned. I pressed a little. Still hard. I pressed again. Same.

The holiday passed quickly, and spending the New Year with a warm, loving family truly felt like a blessing. Without having to deal with petty people who thrived on stirring trouble, the whole world seemed brighter. Over the break, Autumn ate, slept, then ate again, putting on quite a bit of weight. She went from just over ninety pounds to one hundred and ten. Gaining more than ten pounds made her face look noticeably rounder, a little fuller, her complexion healthier, and her overall energy much better.

Sadly, I discovered that I had gained another four pounds instead of losing weight. My once slender body now felt more curvaceous. Yesterday, when I met Wendy, she said I looked radiant and glowing. Wendy's sincere compliment made me waver in my resolve to diet again. "Is Ms. Middleton worried about troubling me or Mr. Walker?" "Neither!" I couldn't explain to Marianne, so I lied, "I've gained weight recently, and my clothes don't fit well anymore. If I keep eating like this, I'm afraid I'll turn into a roly-poly."

“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.”