Fat Camp Movie Novels & Stories

“I heard some rumors of you roaming quarters where you shouldn’t be. Is this what you normally wear out? My heart was in my mouth in seconds, but I smiled to hide the terror. Did someone see me going into that sex club? “Well France is a big country, your sources have to be more specific.” She laughed, “And so is Chile, I see that your stay must’ve been great, you are glowing. Is that from the sun or a hotblooded Chilean hunk?” “I guess you’d have to pay your sources handsomely to get that scoop, Celia.” I winked at her. I was proud of my flary showmanship and so was dad based on the chipper grin on his face behind the cameraman.

“Look at her! She’s… she’s…” “Fat,” Celeste supplied helpfully from the crowd, her voice sweet as poison. “The word you’re looking for is fat, Alpha.” Derek pointed at her. “Yes! Thank you, Celeste. She’s too fat to be my Luna!” The words hit me like a physical blow. I wrapped my arms around my middle instinctively, trying to hide the soft curves that had always made me feel wrong. Broken. Less than. I wasn’t skinny like Celeste with her perfect model figure and delicate bones. I was curvy—wide hips, thick thighs, a soft stomach that no amount of skipped meals ever seemed to shrink.

Fatty wanted to make a move, but then he suddenly remembered that look, he had never seen such a look in his entire life. This kind of look was by no means something a normal, sane person would have. The fat man hesitated for a moment. "Dead fatso, this nature of yours, you're just a mother-in-law!" Jane Tong was anxious in her heart, watching Fatty hesitate on both sides. The one who was able to make a move right now was Fatty, the leader of the gangster and the strong big man were both injured.

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.

"Did I ask for your opinion?" My assistant, knowing better than to piss me off, shook her head and left. At seven o'clock that evening, I found myself at my grandfather's house. "You've gained more weight than the last time I saw you, Angelina," Damien Samaniego commented when he saw my three-hundred pound frame enter the dining room. Nonetheless, my grandfather still looked at me adoringly. "What is this dinner about, grandpa?" I answered and pretended that I did not hear what he said. I walked to him and gave him a kiss on his cheek before I sat on my spot at the dining table.