FAT GIRLS can’t be LUNA

Mabella's POV

“Aww..” My fingers dug into the bedsheets as the greatest pain of my life washed over me.

But he didn't stop. 

My eyelids shut, and I bet my cheeks turned red as he finally pushed his full length into my virgin hole.

How do people enjoy sex?

I thought it was always fun.

My hands wrapped around him as he pulled out, with my nails digging into his back.

He penetrated again, and this time it was less painful.

Within a few seconds I was used to it; it became even less painful.

I looked into his shiny green eyes.

I can't believe this.

I really can't, but here we are.

“I love you, Brandon,” I moaned.

“And I love you too, Mabella,” he said, and my heart squeezed with love.

Even though I've heard it a million times, my heart still won't stop doing backflips each time I hear it.

Brandon.

The only wolf in the pack that sees me as normal.

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.

I wish I could help it. I wish I could fight my urge and become slim like every other girl, but the more I try to starve, the crazier I become.

But Brandon... he was like a light after eight years of darkness.

After eight damn years of being alone, of being without a friend.

He showed up, and he didn't just want to be a friend, but my lover.

I doubted him at first, but he was so damn serious.

The sparkles in his eyes.

The every-morning messages and even flowers.

The way my stomach flutters.

He's in love with me, and I am too!

He pulled out of me and spilled his sperm on my belly before collapsing beside me.

I went still, trying to catch my breath and trying not to move in order not to trigger that burning pain in my pussy.

“How do you feel?” I suddenly blurted, just to break the silence that was driving me nuts.

“I feel good, honestly. You are sweeter than I ever thought. If I had the chance, I'd fuck you now until forever,” he said, cupping my cheek in his hand.

I could feel the heat in my cheeks and I exhaled a sigh of relief. I was scared, I'm not gonna lie; I thought he was going to be uninterested after the sex, but he still loves me.

Only if I knew what was waiting for me.

“Mabella, can you do the dishes?” my stepmother yelled as soon as I got home.

“Why don't you ask the maids?” I shot back.

“I've sent them on an errand and the future Luna needs to eat. You don't expect her to eat with a used plate, do you?”

I looked at my father who was standing beside her, hoping he could help but…

“Mabella, since when did you start talking back to your mother? Step into the kitchen right away,” he said, and the rage in my belly grew.

I stomped my feet on the floor, and as soon as I did, I regretted it immediately.

The stinging pain in my pussy ripped a yell out of my throat, earning looks from my stepmother and father.

“What?” Father raised a brow.

“Nothing.” I stylishly dragged my feet on the floor while biting my inner cheek as if it would take away the pain.

“Don't do that anymore, lest you break the tiles with your big foot,” Stepmother laughed.

“Phebian, stop it,” Father cautioned.

“What? I'm just telling the truth.” She laughed harder.

I sighed. I'm used to it.

I'm literally everyone's free bully object.

It doesn't hurt anymore.

I washed the dishes with great fury while also enduring the burning sensation in my crotch.

I wonder why virgin girls have to suffer this badly.

“And that will be all for today. See you in my next videos, lovelies!” I closed my laptop.

Finally, I'm done with my YouTube video editing.

I love making YouTube videos, not only because of the fact that my faceless channel has a million subscribers, but also because I've been able to inspire many fat girls like me to gain confidence.

> Thanks, BellaLove, I gained my confidence back and I just slay in my plus size anywhere I go.

I read the latest comment on the video I uploaded five minutes ago.

My eyes caught my reflection in the mirror as I looked up.

“If only I could be like my viewers. If only I could gain my confidence too.”

Life is just so crazy. 

A girl who preaches confidence to a million-plus people and makes them gain their confidence has not even the tiniest confidence herself.

If only everyone in this pack could love and accept me as I am, but no!

The stupid beauty standards.

If one is over 70kg, you're considered ugly.

And the last time I checked, I was 120, and I'm so sure I would have gained more.

Picking up my sweater, I dashed out.

I was still enjoying the cool breeze when I heard them.

“Here goes the big buffalo.”

“Are her legs made of steel, or tell me how they manage to withstand that big sack of sand she calls a body?”

“Bet the floor vibrates as she walks.”

“I feel sad for the grasses or any unfortunate ants she steps on.”

My head lowered as I walked past the group of girls.

I don't know them, but I always get bullied by total strangers.

“Hi sweetie, how are you?” my dietitian smiled as I walked in, but I wasn't having it.

“The diet plan didn't work. It made my appetite worse.” I banged my fist on the table.

She started talking—long, shitty talk I wasn't interested in.

She led me out to check my weight.

I inhaled and I stepped on the scale, but a snap was heard. I looked down at my feet.

Oh no!

My weight had crushed the machine.

Damn!

“Oh my goodness!” The receptionist couldn't hold her laughter.

I wiped my tears with the back of my hand.

I'm so tired of this.

Tired of the shame.

Tired of the mockery.

Tired of being fat.

Tired of life.

Why am I different?

Why can no one figure out why my appetite is this bad?

Why should I even go home now?

I turned and headed towards Brandon’s house.

I've had enough toxic experiences today; I'd better go to where I'm loved.

A smile of hope spread on my face as I reached to knock.

I was very excited and couldn't wait to hear another, “You are beautiful, Mabella.”

But I heard something that made me freeze.

“Don't tell me you're getting all serious with that fat bitch!” I heard a voice say from inside and my heart broke. It was one of Brandon’s friends talking, but my heart warmed up; Brandon will defend me. He always will.

“Serious? Oh jeez, please. I'm only with her because I just want to know what fat pussy tastes like, and I tell you, it's as meaty as I had imagined. And crazier, she's a fucking virgin. Just imagine what heaven I was in.”

I've never felt my heart fall so hard into my stomach before.

I stood by the door, frozen.