Weight Gain Visual Novels & Stories

His brows would furrow heavily, and he'd sigh happily, a wistful expression on his face. So because of all the care and love I recieved from him, my skin glowed. My naturally pink lips turned rosebud red, even my hair grew noticeably thicker and longer and I began to put on extra weight. My baby bump began to show and I began to get knowing looks from my colleagues and congratulations, too.

With it, I lifted my gaze and game him a questioning look. “What? Why aren’t you eating? You should try your dishes. These are amazing!” “Are you thinking that you will be ugly if you gain weight?” he asked. “I won’t gain weight, Chly, this is how my body really looks even before. Plus, I am doing hard workout slash training-” “Do you think you will look ugly if you gain weight?” he asked again. I sighed. “Yes,” I confessed. “No, you won’t. I don’t think that sizes will affect your appearance, but if ever it will, it will make you even prettier.”

I may not know what it was but I could feel it. When I sat down right in front of her, there was a reign of silence and she couldn’t look at me straight in the eye. The small changes that I’ve seen from her was very evident. She still had her eye bags but they’re now smaller and seemingly lighter. She seemed to have gained a little weight even though she still looked slender. Those were simply the start of her actually gaining her health back and I’m very much happy about it.

I recall her complaining to me after her primary care physician informed her that her kilo had increased by one kilo and 200 grams. I give her a friendly smile. "Sure, don't blame me in the future; blame your stubbornness, my dear." "Look at that delicious-looking dish!" Surely, the carbs and natural oil that I can see on food will aid in her weight gain. To the people who surround us, she waves like a fool, as if she is one of the Miss Universe candidates. Her greetings appear to be those of a Miss Universe winner, which is far too good to be true. But she's my wife, and I'll be there for her even if she's crazy.

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

All these are in preparation to surprise him with her change. "What?!!!! All for someone who couldn't even acknowledge her at her death, pitiful!! I knew it was bad but didn't expect it to be this bad." She quickly moved in front of a large mirror rolling her hoodie up, she could see and count her rib bones without having to feel it. {Meal plan to gain weight is available in the system shop for only 250 experience points. Points Available: 0 Does host want to take a loan?} "Why would I want to pay for a weight gain diet. Do you take me for a fool?"

I said while smiling. " You can't possibly blame me for that. They are so sweet, and they love my cooking, so I love to pamper them with whatever they want. But I still wonder how come they are so thin? I only have to look at my favorite dishes, and I gain weight. " Mrs Ghomes said with a grin. " There is nothing like that; you are so cute and charming. You are not overweight, just a little plump. " I said with a smile.

Raina~ I applied cocoa butter lip balm on my lips and sighed again. I have sighing a lot lately, but I cannot help it, whenever I look myself in the mirror. I place my hands on my waist and turn my body a little, my breast grew and my hips got wider, my waist expanded most and then there was a small belly pooch. Shit, it does look disgusting. From the fat in my thighs to the fat in my arms, I look like a chubby skittle. Even my cheeks are more rounder than before, I look fat all over, like a whale.

"You look better. And... wait. You've lost weight." "If you say so." I grinned. "I don't really notice anymore." That was a lie and we both knew it. But there were staff close enough to overhear, and I had some dignity to maintain. The truth was I had been weighing myself every few days and watching the number move in small, slow increments. But not dramatically, not magazine-cover fast, but moving. Conor's sessions were working. What I couldn't explain was that the improvement felt less like the weight going down and more like something else coming up. There was less dread. More room. Peace of mind, maybe, was what was making me look different.

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.”