Weight Gaining Stories Novels & Stories

He’s the only one in the whole Crest Pack—a pack where my type, a 20-year-old lady who weighs 120kg with a large pouch called a tummy, is seen as a disgust For the past eight years, I've been struggling with an uncontrollable, persistent urge to eat. I must not set my eyes on food; my stomach will release a growl louder than any angry wolf, and if I don't set the food to my mouth, I will never rest. I eat every thirty minutes, and I'm not talking small quantities, but large ones. And slowly I gained weight until I became the biggest person in the whole pack. Everyone hates me; they call me ugly.

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.

I couldn't help but laugh at Wendy's story. As I reflected on the past, I looked at Wendy with renewed interest. "Even if you gained ten pounds at your height and weight, you'd just have a more curvy figure." "Twenty pounds! No, forty pounds! If I liked Luke, I'd gladly gain forty pounds," Wendy declared. "Wow, Wendy, that's harsh!" Wendy couldn't stand the thought of gaining weight. She was extremely strict about her weight, and gaining forty pounds would be worse for her than being handed a knife to end it all.

I've gotta say I'm proud of myself. I wasn't always overweight. I've been in the normal BMI range the entire school years until I broke up with my boyfriend after graduation. From there on, I went into this steep line of climbing towards overweight in just three months that from a normal size 6, I went to size 12, sometimes 10 if I wear clothes fit to my body but mostly 12, because I like baggy clothes to hide my figure. So yeah, it's all because of that motherfucker. He didn't just broke my heart, he inspired me to eat crappy food -as crappy as him- that I swell everywhere with fat, making me gain kilos that I hadn't been able to lose until ten years later.

He said, holding her against his chest, in his lap. She winced. She did not like it when he talked about her weight. “Are you eating well?” “Well, your chef makes sure I do.” She said, “Good.” “Till I get obese.” “You will have to gain weight first to do that.” He said, “When you first got here, you were much different.” “Till I experienced the great hospitality of Yin.” She said in irritated sarcasm, looking up from his chest. “Does it upset you that I talk about your weight?” he asked, looking at her in surprise. “I thought women only cared about their weight gain.”

He couldn't have imagined there was another possibility. He was eagerly waiting for this night, waiting for the day he could return to the top. But I wasn't going to let him have his way. From the very beginning, my third move wasn't about seizing power. Jonathan was a good man, and he held the Harmons in high regard. Since I knew he would pass away quietly tonight, why not make preparations in advance? Conrad had only been reborn a month ago and probably wasn't aware that for more than half a year, Jonathan had been visiting the hospital for regular checkups. His supplements were far more than they used to be.

Miss Bandit, did you gain weight? Bang! A loud sound came from the study, and Vermont quickly added, "Did you gain weight? The gym is having a promotion right now. They're giving a buy-one-free-one package for whoever has a body fat of more than twenty-four percent. If you're a little fatter, we could've signed up for it together." The next second, Felicity's voice came fiercely from the study. "You should eat more and gain thirty pounds to sign up for it yourself!" "Sure."

With her appetite back, the title seemed like it was already in her pocket. Soon, competition day arrived. When Selina saw me, she froze. Her eyes quickly scanned the bead on my wrist before she blurted out, "Why haven't you gained any weight?" I raised an eyebrow at her. "Can't help it. I just don't gain weight easily." Her brow furrowed as she muttered continuously under her breath. "Impossible. Are there really people who don't gain weight..." Watching her question her entire existence, I smiled faintly. Of course there were not. Fat did not disappear. It was only transferred.

Susanna immediately chimed in, "Abigail just told me that she wants to lose weight." Upon hearing that, Margaret exclaimed, "Susanna prepares different delicious food for you every day. And after a lot of effort, you finally gained some weight. How can you want to lose weight now?" As the conversation heated up, Abigail yawned. When Margaret saw that, she suddenly thought of something, 'Gained weight... Feeling sleepy easily...'

After having to endure his touch at every available opportunity, I heard him say something that saved me from certain rape. He was ranting to my mother about how she had better not gain any more weight because he hated heavy women. That night, I started eating everything I could hold without puking, and by the end of the month, I was fifteen pounds heavier. This continued until I gained almost fifty pounds. It was obvious my size was a complete turn-off to Jim. He stopped touching me and instead insulted me at every turn, but I didn’t