Weight Gaining Stories Novels & Stories

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

Alice looked at Vera and tried to reassure her. “It’s just a little meat. It won’t make you gain weight, I promise. Last Christmas, I ate a whole plate of pork, and look—I didn’t gain a pound!” Vera said nothing. In a place like this, meat was probably a rare luxury, something they only had on holidays or special occasions. Things like snack foods, takeout, or even basic convenience store items were probably unheard of here. How could anyone gain weight in a place like this?

Anyway, it is with her that I get my biggest doubts about pregnancy. "I practically took care of my younger brothers," I say, already sitting on the reclining stretcher and preparing for the induction of the probe. Gabby sits in a chair in front of the doctor's desk, full of expectation. "And I don't remember noticing such drastic changes in my mother's body. I gained five kilos in a short period of time, and for me in particular it has always been very difficult to gain weight.”

This was her favorite dessert shop, one she only allowed herself to visit once a week to avoid gaining weight. Thaddeus understood the inner turmoil she felt. "Drink it. Don't be afraid," he coaxed. "Thaddeus, do you have any idea how hard it is to lose weight? You're always causing trouble!" She gained weight from all the feeding he did to her when they were in Zenville, and she still hadn't lost it. "Don't worry. How about we gain weight together?" Jessamine's gaze swept over him, and as it paused around his torso, she wondered what he would look like if he ever gained some weight.

She could only talk to the assigned team of harry, Dan and teddy. No wonder she'd gained ten pounds in the last two months. Eating was about the only thrill left to her. That and talking to the handsome young delivery guy. She quickened her pace as she circled the waiting room. If she kept eating pizza every night, she'd puff up like a whale, and then the bad guys might never recognize her. She could be safe and fat for the rest of her life. Aya groaned. Safe, fat, bored, and lonesome.

My entire day revolved around two things: meals that would help me gain weight, and exercises that would build my muscle strength. And, somehow, it was working, at least on paper. After all the eating, the training, and the struggling, I had managed to put on seven kilograms. At five feet five inches tall, I was now almost fifty kilograms. It was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless. To me, though, it didn’t feel like much. I saw myself every day in the mirror, same face, same body, so I didn’t notice the changes as much. But they were there.

He joked. "Says the person that works out everyday and weigh 280 lbs " She teased poking his chest, he just laughed it off. He had begged her to go to the gym with him once and she almost fainted there, it took her days to regain her self. In his arms, she fell deep asleep. She looked peaceful like an angel that she is, Hussain used that moment to draw circles on her back. She always hated it because it makes her shiver.

"What? Get rid of him?" She must have realized her voice was too loud, so she glanced around nervously before continuing in a softer tone. I didn’t catch the rest of their conversation, but I sent David a message, warning him to be careful. He didn’t reply. I returned to my hellish regimen, watching my weight drop: 150 pounds, then 120, then 110, 100, and finally down to 95 pounds. The day my training ended was about two weeks before the New Year, and every major company was holding its annual celebration.

The bad news was, she had lost the baby. For five years, Shermaine and Ezra had longed for a child. But those hopes were dashed every single time. After every disappointment, Ezra comforted Shermaine, telling her that maybe it just wasn't in the stars and that she shouldn't worry too much about it. Shermaine could see, though, that Ezra truly wanted a child. She had tried every folk remedy and supplement. She had even, a lifelong skeptic, turned to praying. No one had expected it, but she had managed to get pregnant.

It was almost like they thought we wouldn’t understand; they never bothered changing a word of the script the company had given them. After the awful TED‑talk, it was time for the weight. It was a ritual, almost like an exam of some sort. I stood on the scale, holding my breath and hoping that it would not be higher than my last weight, even though I knew I had gained some during vacation. It was healthy weight, strongly recommended by my doctor to avoid relapsing. “See, I told you to keep back on the carbs during your vacation. Now you come back and you are ten kilograms heavier?” Laura roared, standing up from her seat in one swift move that sent the chair clashing with the white wall beca