Weight Gain Visual Novels & Stories

Every time it felt like the first time all over again. And that was always a rush. I loved it. The way that he made me feel sexually, the way that he gave me sensations. But I couldn't express how I have felt for the past few days. I got tired of doing nothing and nothing I ate seemed to agree with my stomach. All I could do was sleep and I don't know why I was gaining weight since I was barely eating. My skin was tanner, I was growing darker than usual and I had never seen my reflection looking healthier. There must have been something different. Was this what happiness looked like?

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

"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."

I didn't have the strength to face those looks without feeling affected, so I gently touched my face and walked over to the mirror. "Both sides are pretty symmetrical, plump, and adorable. Feels nice too," Wendy teased, pinching my face. "Just kidding. You've been eating and sleeping well lately, so you've filled out. You look just like you did in college." "Am I really that fat?" I had been so focused on the scar that I hadn't noticed the weight gain. I walked toward the bathroom mirror. "You look just right, beautiful even!" "A little chunky." In the mirror, my once sharp chin had become more rounded, and my cheeks were fuller. I looked completely different from the ghostly figure I had be

"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.

Krystal's belly was still flat like Molly's. However, Krystal's sleeping hours and appetite increased tremendously. On a side note, her metabolism rendered her the type to gain weight easily. Before this, she managed to stay fit because of regular exercise. Now, after over a month of lack of control in her diet, she had gained a lot of pounds. Fortunately, her tall stature complemented her size, and so she merely appeared fitter. She wasn't that much of a beauty to begin with. Now that she had gained a few pounds, she became uglier.

And I lost even more weight. It happened slowly, then all at once. The same way cancer always progresses. A gradual accumulation of small changes that suddenly coalesce into a reality that can no longer be ignored. My face became sharper, the cheekbones more prominent, the hollows beneath my eyes deeper. My clothes hung looser. My wrists looked brittle, the bones visible beneath skin that had lost its vitality.

He met Clara’s worried gaze. “What happened to her?” “Don’t worry, have your meal. I’ll go find out.” Maya returned to their bedroom and rushed to the full mirror taking a full glance at herself. She lifted her sweatshirt a bit to reveal her big baby bump. She noticed that she had gained weight in her cheeks, arms and hips. “I’m so fat.” She whispered almost at the verge of breaking down into tears. “I can’t fit into my old clothes anymore and all he does is to flirt with skinny girls.”

Her belly, which was always slim with nice curves at the waist, was a little bit rounder. I quickly looked away as her eyes met mine, chalking it up in my head to the simple monthly fluctuations in a woman’s body; besides, if she gained a little weight, maybe it was good for her. As far as I was aware, she had next to no money before she began working for me, so maybe she didn’t get enough to eat and now her body was settling into a healthier weight.

"But I want to talk about your weight and the shortness of breath you've been experiencing." I felt my body tense up. "Is something wrong, Doctor?" Dr. Evans sighed. "Your weight gain is a little faster than expected. Two kilograms in a short time is quite significant. And the shortness of breath you're experiencing could be a sign that your body is having difficulty adjusting to these changes." I felt tears welling up in my eyes. "So I am too fat? Am I endangering my baby?"