Chubby Vs Fat Novels & Stories

“You've been sweating a lot, Miss Christina. It makes me feel happy. Exercising is the best gift we can give to our body.” “I know I am fat.” “I don't call it fat. I call it chubby. You're sexy. I'm not lying when I say you're sexy,” he stated when my wife gave him a pointed look. Christina snorted. “You flatter me so much, Vincent. I know I am fat and nothing will change. It does not offend me at all.” “I also accepted it,” I added. “I don’t care whatever your size, Kitten. You don’t have to listen to whatever they say, especially Mom, Kitten.”

You don’t have to thank me. Ryan: [Please. She’s not even as pretty as you.] Freya smirked. Just as she was about to reply, Ryan added, [She’s not as chubby as you.] Freya flew into a rage. [Why don’t you say she’s not fat like me? Can you stop calling me fat? I’m not that fat either.] Ryan: [Are you mad? I didn’t say you’re fat. I said that you’re chubby. Do you understand what chubby means? It’s the cute sort.]

I'd be paid for my services of course, and if possible, I could be take that godforsaken bitch, Gia, off the team. My fingers slide down to undo the buttons on my shirt while my eyes remain transfixed to my frame in the mirror. I'd always been the fleshy one. Throughout my entire childhood, everyone had called me fat. As I grew up, they coined a cuter way to say it; chubby. My palm presses down on my bloated stomach. I'd always envied Laura because she was the one with the sexy figure. She was 5'8, slender and had hips that dug in whenever she walked.

"Charles, buy it for me again in a month. Bring a mango flavor next time. I can only eat cake once a week, or twice a month. I'm afraid of getting fat." Hannah looked at her chubby little hands and hesitated again and again, but decided to eat it once a month. "Or let's eat it once a month." If she can't eat cake, she can eat other things. "Hannah, you're not fat. You're more beautiful when you're a little fatter. I just like you when you're chubby." Charles thought she was cute no matter what she looked like. "Is a chubby wife more delicious?" Hannah asked curiously.

As Tess looked in the mirror she was met with a round face, chubby cheeks, and dark circles that had formed from years of sleep deprivation under her eyes. Her hair was a tangled unruly mess of dark brown curls framing her face and resting just under her shoulders. Not to long, not to short of a length, her eyes looked more green today the hazel had a tint of red dirt brown along the black ring and green in the inner part. Depending on the light and her clothes her eyes would change from green to a light brown. She stood at 5’11 which has always been considered tall for a girl and weighed a whopping 363lbs. Most people guessed she was around 250lbs as she still had an hour glass figure and c

"It's okay! Because the second brother hugged me very tightly, it was very warm." Clause Chen peered at the two adults. Looks like someone is trying to touch her fat baby but who can, I wonder. "Big brother! You're pinching my fat baby!!!" "Oh, our Clause Chen is getting fat." "I'm not fat!" "It's okay, it's good to gain weight, you make me feel very secure now." "I'm not fat!!!" Clause Chen rubbed his chest with his head a few times to show his displeasure. Aren't they both fat raised by you? Now I dare to call it fat anymore, it's disgusting.

she blamed. The two sisters continued to debate fiercely about who was fatter between them. Celine, with a round face, always looked chubby and filled despite her height of 160 cm and a weight range of only 50-55 kg on the scale. She restricted herself from indulging in snacks because she was afraid of gaining weight, especially on her prominent cheeks. In contrast, Gina, with a body posture similar to her father's, stood at 165 cm and weighed between 55-60 kg but never looked fat. Her face was more elongated, giving her a consistently slim appearance, even though she ate and snacked much more than Celine.

My metabolism worked fast, almost too fast sometimes. “Okay then. As for me, I’ll have both,” he said proudly, followed by a laugh. “Haha.” Both? That was a lot. I seriously wondered if he could even finish all of that. “Are you sure about that, our dear Christian?” Aby asked sweetly. “I think fats are not good for you. And one more thing, you have a photoshoot next week.” Chris’s eyes widened slightly, and he covered his mouth in mock horror.

He chuckled and squeezed her boobs. “So, tell me the other scary things?” “Yeah, okay. You get sleepy and lazy, I don't think that will be new by the way because you are naturally lazy.” “Hey.” She called and hit his arm playfully, he laughed and held her hand. “Okay, he also said you might get chubby or probably very fat.” “What?” “I think I want you to be fat, you are going to look so cute.” He chuckled and she frowned. “I don't want to be fat and get out of shape.” She pouted and he pulled her cheeks playfully.

Bianca pushed forward until she stood close enough to drink in every word. “So…” she whispered, eyes bright. “The Alpha found his mate?” Her friends exchanged excited glances. “Who is she?” They followed Roland’s gaze and when their eyes landed on me, their face drained of color. “Oh…” That single syllable was all it took. One by one, the crowd turned. Recognition spread like poison. “The fat girl?” “She’s his mate?” “The Alpha?” Someone laughed. Then another. Soon the entire pavilion buzzed with cruel disbelief.