Novel & Cerita Weight Swap Stories

Jennifer was now strutting around and flaunting her belly in front of me every day, completely unaware she was carrying piglets. In the days that followed, Jennifer grew unbearably arrogant, pampered beyond measure by the three men who doted on her precious triplets. One day, she barged into my courtyard again, clutching a greasy sausage roll and ordering me to do chores. I turned to look and saw a massive ball of flesh jiggling toward me. Jennifer was not even five months along, but she had already grown so fat that she was unrecognizable. After the Pregnancy Swap System had placed the piglets in her womb, she began resembling a pregnant sow more and more. Pregnant sows had enormous appetit

It looked as though she was reaching for something. I was about to bolt when she pulled out her wallet. "Shannon, I'll pay for the camp." Guilt washed over me in that instant, and my suspicions vanished. Maybe my body was simply different from Jenny's. Maybe that was why losing weight was so hard for me. I promised myself that I would work hard at camp and never make my mom worry again. - At the camp, the coach looked at my horizontally challenged physique and smiled. "People your size often lose weight fastest. Work hard."

The team leader, Professor Warren Graham, was an older, respected figure in the field, both domestically and internationally. The other two team members were siblings. The older brother, Eddie Jameson, was composed and distant, while his younger sister, Nikki Jameson, was lively and sweet. All three of them had welcomed Shermaine into their team, though when she arrived, her limp had startled them. Despite the initial surprise, no one asked her about her injury. They simply encouraged her to rest in her dorm and come back in after she had recovered. Still, the youngest member, Nikki, made it a point to visit Shermaine every day, bringing food and chatting with her. Over time, they grew close

She dropped from 130 pounds to a toned hundred in less than a month. Her new "hot girl summer" body immediately caught Zach's wandering eye. They started "working out" together, which quickly turned into sleeping together. When I finally caught them, they didn't even bother to lie. He called me a pathetic, jealous cow. She said I was too pathetic to live. And then, as if tidying up the last piece of trash, they pushed me off the rooftop. My wedding became hers. It was only after I died that I learned the truth: Lauren had linked herself to a weight-transfer system.

“Nothing good is convenient.” She crossed the workshop floor — four steps over sawdust and the smell of linseed — and when she reached him she thought of all the things she had been given in her life that she had never chosen: the name, the estate, the topiary spheres, the obligation and the silverware and the seating chart. And she thought of Marlene’s coffee, dark and honest, and the bottle labeled ghost, and the way he had smiled at her in June as if she had said something genuinely funny, which she had.

"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.

"I don't understand what you mean, Melanie. The whole nation envies you for marrying a man like him. You have a net worth people can only dream of, and life's perfect for you. I'd never set you up." She darted ahead and grabbed my sleeve. "Don't play dumb with me! He married you in our previous lives! You knew he was a monster, but you were waiting for me to step right into it! You didn't tell me anything! You knew! You knew!" I flung her hand away and sneered. "Ah, so you finally get it. You're not the only one reborn with memories." … In my previous life, I kindly made a bowl of meatball stew for Jonathan. He was a vagrant back then.

Yet the very next day, Dad's company went bankrupt, and we were forced to move into this suffocating 100-square-foot apartment. To help pay off their debts, I worked three jobs a day, driving myself to such extreme exhaustion that I could fall asleep standing up. However, it wasn't until this afternoon, when I went to get the hearing aid from that massive villa, that I found out about Mom and Dad's other home. If that young woman was their daughter, then who was I? I had even heard that woman complain coaxingly as I walked away, dispirited. "So, when are you going to tell that peasant the truth?"

The bracelet Thomas gifted me had been cursed to swap fates as well. Both my exam results and my health had been swapped with Adelia's. When I woke up again, I was back to the day when I checked my exam results. I stared at Mom and Thomas, who pretended to be nice. I acted as if nothing was wrong, accepting the water and bracelet with a smile. Then, I left and gave the items to Jeremy, the school bully. Jeremy had terrible grades and AIDS to boot. Since they wanted to swap lives, I'd make sure they got what was coming for them.

Public enough that his allies start calculating their own exits. “He believes you’re weakened,” she says. “Good.” “He believes he took something from you.” My jaw tightens slightly. “He did,” I answer. Jose. Six men from that warehouse. Six months of rebuilding. But he didn’t take everything. Mariela studies my face. “You’re different,” she says. “Yes.” “Colder.” “No.” I meet her gaze directly. “Clearer.” She nods once. “Then say it,” she says quietly. I look at the map.