Chubby Man Novels & Stories

"That's my boss Zachary Evans and that's his Grandmother. He's a fine piece of ass.. Everyone thinks so" "I wouldn't know."I placed the photo back down on the sideboard beside the ornaments. Of course i thought the man was handsome, but after everything that's happened the last two years I didn't want to even think about another man in that way. "You don't swing that way either?"She asked. "No, I do." "Giving up on men?" "I guess so, it's hard to trust anyone these days."I turned and looked at her."That thing people say about finding the one.. It's just one huge joke."

“Pfft! You might not know this but I was actually glancing at the guy from the corner of my eye during class just now. I realize that Chubby Wadley and that guy were both observing you and secretly looking at you! That Chubby Wadley used to hide at the back to peek at us in class in the past. This is simply perfect now! He has a companion do the same thing as him now!” The girls knew Marven’s name but they were already used to calling him Chubby Wadley. If Marven knew that the two goddesses would always make fun of him when they were free, he would certainly be feeling very ecstatic. “I am not worried about Chubby Wadley at all. After all, the reason why he tried to get closer to the both of

"Chaylen, you might want to join our club.” Chaylen looked at the man who held his palm. The man's physique is handsome, with tallness and smooth skin. Although his hair is in a soldier cut, the red lipstick on his lips is still noticeable. And even though his voice is big, Chaylen can clearly see from his movement that he is this big guy's ideal type. "Because I don't plan to join clubs," Chaylen shuddered as he tried to remove his hand.

How much? The chubby guy smirked. ##### "It's rare as a pokemon to encounter a fat man with a fat wallet." Counting his money on the way out of the cafe. "Thanks for showing." Jc tipped the server who guide him earlier. *Bell Chimes!* "Senior, wait!" The fatty shouts as he runs out of the cafe towards him.

"Hi, Chad. Why are you here? Wow, you even brought two beautiful ladies!" A chubby man under five feet tall emerged. He was dressed in luxury, including a cool belt, crocodile leather shoes, and various limited-edition designer pieces.

One hand held the frying pan while the other flipped eggs with a spatula. He wore only gray sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips and a simple apron tied around his neck. His bare back and shoulders were on full display, muscles shifting as he cooked. His hard nipples peeked out from the side of the apron, and a light sheen of sweat glistened on his skin from the heat of the stove. At forty-two, this man looked too good to be real. Better than any of the boys at Rockville College. Most times I found it hard to believe he was really in his forties, but that made the feeling better. He was way older.

The fat teenager was still munching on his favorite roasted chicken-flavored potato chips. His mouth and clothes were full of crumbs of potato chips. He didn't care about the cynical stares of those who saw him. For him, the most important thing is how he can fill his stomach with delicious food. "Huh, finished! I'll buy this later. Now I want to eat a hamburger." He thought. The fat boy got up from the chair that was holding his chubby body since 14 minutes ago.

“Why harass the poor lady?“ A manly voice said behind the bartender which draws the eyes of both the bartender and the girl to him. He was a chubby man in his fifties, his neck was filled with priceless jewelry and also his fingers. He was holding a glass of wine in his left hand, his eyes were as dark as the night. He smiled when their attention has been drawn to him. he had been watching the girl and the bartender for a long time now and wondered why the bartender keeps on insisting the girl to leave when he could have fun with her just for the night. “Sorry sir, but she's drunk and needs to go home” the bartender explained but that only brought a mischief s

"You can take it all?" "Of course!" I bragged and showed him my skinny biceps. Seventh ammo: act manly. With the audacity to speak with my mouth full, "It's not just the boys who can eat this many. Plus, I want to be fat! I'm not a common woman who wants to keep her waist at twenty-four inches. I'm going to be the very first sexy chubby," I said. The lusciousness of the food helped. "Really?" He was still smiling and chuckled. "That would be cute. I'm excited about that!"

He didn't even manage to fix himself because he was too drunk. "Oh, my, God!" One of the rich kids exclaimed. "Who is that?" "Gate crasher!" Another one roared. "Can someone call security?" The others suggested. "Don't worry, ladies. I'll handle this." They all looked satisfied when a man walked towards Marionne. He looked like in his mid-40s, yet still, look formidable and elegant. "I know you, Marionne, right?" Marianne felt like he was showered with ice-cold water. The man in front of him was the father of Ava. "Uhm—yes—yes, sir." He struggled to answer.