Now was the time to swim with full strength, forward but rising as the weight grew less.

It had mass; a weight growing greater while the thing fell inward on itself.

The weight only grew heavy when he stopped running.

The weight grew until it almost felt as if we were on Mars again.

At the same time, the economic and social weight of the middle classes was visibly growing.

In the end only the third of these classes was built, and the final weight grew to 1140 tons.

When his dead weight grew too heavy, she sat his little bottom down on the stage.

His weight grew steadily greater, back to normal, then increased.

The weight of her concerns grew as she listed them.

He walked on, up the hillside, and with each step the weight on him grew.