Novel & Cerita Weight Gain Story

A new year has arrived, but old commitments remain: Hunter, with the second nomination for the Best Player award, wins more sponsors and consequently more parties, photoshoots and commercials, not that I don’t like to see him looking all hot in the photos showing the six-pack, but I feel terrible around him for not having the little perfect body that I had before. I look at my wedding band and engagement ring squished onto my ring fingers from the swelling. I gained thirty-five kilos with pregnancy. My obstetrician said I am lucky to have gained weight that much. Of course, when he said that, I snorted. What kind of comment is that? Lucky or not, I can't even wear shorts because they don't f

I groan as I walk across the yard, a hand underneath my belly to support it. I can’t believe they weigh this much already, these little girls. It’s only been three months since the boys’ birthday, but I feel like I’m already gigantic. They must be making me sleepwalk down to the kitchen at night, making me pig out on ice cream or something, considering how much weight I’ve gained in my belly alone.

He started serving me, I tried to stop him but he didn't listen. "from now on you will follow a strict diet suggested by the best nutritionist. You will finish everything on your plate and yes, that includes the vegetables as well. I will make sure your weight goes back up to being healthy again. And from tomorrow, Dr. Jina will come every day for your therapy. I want you to be completely healthy, mentally and physically." He said and I fisted my hands... I am healthy. My weight is fine. He might be the first man who tells his wife to gain weight... wait... wife?

he hissed at me, turning his face away dismissively. "A whale?" I repeated slowly, my hand immediately going to my stomach as if protecting it. "I thought you cared about your weight so much. Haven't you noticed you have added some weight? You should watch what you are eating, or it will be hard to lose after you give birth," he added casually. One thing that I hate more than anything is adding weight, and even if I'm pregnant, I've been watching what I eat and keeping fit. "George, are you calling me fat?" I asked, my eyes narrowing dangerously.

"Looks like you've gained quite a bit of weight since your last appointment." "Excuse me?" I'm freaking pregnant, what else is supposed to happen? "You're young, though, so I guess you aren't worried about your figure." He mumbles something about my metabolism slowing down, and anger makes my cheeks flush. "Oh well," he says as he walks around to where my knees are firmly pressed together. "Now if you'll just relax we can go ahead and get started. We can discuss the weight gain after."

“Alright, so we both have a bit of the green-eyed monster riding our backs, but there is no need. For either of us. We made a commitment voluntarily to each other and I, for one, will not allow any cheap, scheming sister to interfere with it.” “I do love you,” she said with a smile. “I just hope I can get back to feeling a little less…weird. I’m even starting to get fat.” “No, you aren’t,” he snorted a sort of laugh. “I am, look at this,” she argued, pulling the jeans taught against her stomach. “If you are gaining weight, it’s not fat, it’s the baby growing.” “I have seen women who barely look pregnant when they get ready to deliver. Why can’t I be one of them?”

I ordered. She nodded before climbing the stairs and disappearing out of my sight. "It appears your Lila is under a lot of stress, which is why she can't gain weight the way you want her to. But you can't make people gain weight by forcing them to eat," Rhodes said as he dropped the notes he was writing. "Yes, you absolutely can," I argued. It was basic mathematics. One plus one equals two. You eat more, you gain weight. You don't eat, you lose weight. Everyone knows that.

Ow. It was barely a word—just air and pain. She barely noticed. Her whole body felt distant, as if she’d left it behind at the threshold of good news. She read the sentence again. Each reading chipped away at disbelief, carving reality from hope. Then again. She mouthed the word, shaping it with silent lips. Accepted. It seemed to pulse on the screen, a beacon of possibility. She had been accepted into the master’s program. She stared at the phrase, letting it settle into her bones, heavier and brighter than she’d imagined. The rest of the letter blurred beneath her thumb.

A few seconds later, Deanna asked, "Zorion, do you dislike me?" Zorion did not deny instantly, and this had made Deanne aggrieved. She said, "I'm telling you, don't laugh at me. I've asked the doctor, and I was told that it's normal for pregnant women to gain weight. If you dislike me, your future wife will be fatter than me. You will know when the time comes!" Zorion was not in the mood to joke with her. He said, "Don't let them know that I've told you to do so, or you won't be able to come back."

To avoid gaining too much weight, Rachel took several small meals throughout the day. She couldn't wait to eat as the food was served. She complained to Cyrus, "I am eating so much everyday ever since I became pregnant. I have already gained 20 over pounds and I will only give birth during the summer. I'm afraid by the time I deliver, I would be 130 pounds!" "You look better with some meat on your bones. In fact, some of the weight you gained goes to the baby as well. You're not the only one gaining all the weight." Cyrus coaxed her, "Even if you weigh 150 pounds, you'd still be adorable."