Fat Fetish Story Novels & Stories

New Story.. I invited a plumber so his big fat cock can fill my pussy with his cum. ********** I am thin and sexy. I am very addicted to fucking and cumming. I love watching p**n and love dressing like a slut. I am very confident successful woman and I am fearless. When I go out in public, I make sure my perky nipples show, because I love the attention, and attention turns me on and makes me feel wet, and gets my cunt throbbing. I love how my cunt gets wet and my slimy drip slides out of my pussy. I want to get fucked.

“Sorry.” “You should be thankful I’m not like other guys. You’re pretty. Be more careful next time,” Red said. He stood to leave even though he had just arrived, seemingly uncomfortable in her presence. As he turned, his dictionary fell to the ground. Katleya’s eyes widened in shock as she covered her mouth. She couldn’t believe what she saw. Inside the dictionary was a white book that looked very familiar—a published erotic novel by TitaAmor07, part of the Big Bird Series.

I cried out, tears burning hot as they flowed down my cheeks. That familiar shame filled me up. I felt like a fat, disgusting whore. I loved every second of being with Derek. I knew I did nothing wrong in exploring my sexuality. For fuck's sake, I had sex with my husband. And yet, it felt like having these urges to be pleasured was wrong… for a fat girl. Fat people get horny too, Pearl. What the fuck is wrong with that? "Your meal ticket, daddy? Really? Is that all your daughter is to you? You can all go fuck yourselves," I whispered. Then louder, I croaked, "I'm done with this shit."

Raphael took another bite of his apple, completely uninterested. "I'm not a whore.” “No one is; it's just nature.” “I can't do this. I have to tell them the truth.” “And go with the silicone? I heard it works too; you just need to buy them in different colours and sizes.” He winked, and Fatima knew what he was talking about and made a puking face. "That's a good skill for sucking a dildo. You're already a step ahead.” He teased, and Fatima shook her head.

I stood at five-foot-five with the kind of curves society always told me should be hidden away, not flaunted beneath the crimson lights of a notorious BDSM nightclub "You're too fat for this, Brianna. Nobody wants to see a stripper who isn't perfect," the club choreographer’s voice from auditions day echoed in my mind, making me swallow hard. She was wrong. At The Obsidian Room, fetish ignored standard beauty rules. And I didn't have the luxury of giving a damn about criticism. If it weren't for my little brother, who was hooked up to life-support machines in that intensive care clinic, I would never be here. He had been born with a severe disability and needed twenty-four-hour medical care.

**Host’s Introduction** The lights dim even lower now. Some confessions are born from love. Others from greed. But the darkest ones… come from desperation. Tonight’s story is about a young woman who offered her body to save her brother. She thought it would be one month of hell. She had no idea she was signing away her soul to a man who collects women like trophies… and breeds them like property. Welcome to the confession of Lila Kane. --- **Story 2: Debt of Flesh**

“My toxic trait is being fat.” The words tasted like poison on my tongue. I couldn’t even remember when I had started believing them. Maybe the first time Miranda called me a pig. Maybe the hundredth. Maybe when Father stopped looking at me. Or maybe tonight—when Alpha Roland looked at me with pure disgust, as if my very existence offended him. “I didn’t choose this,” I whispered into the rain, voice cracking. “I didn’t choose this body. I didn’t choose to be your mate.” A sob tore free. “But you still made me feel like I committed a crime just by existing.”

He was sitting comfortably on the sofa with his feet resting on the coffee table, casually drinking a can of Coke as though he hadn't just changed both our lives. “Be honest with me... did you tamper with the condom? How did I end up pregnant?” “No! I didn't tamper with anything. It just... happened.” He shrugged, completely calm. “It’s fate, Rose. No matter how much you try to prevent something, if it’s meant to happen, it will happen.” “You were meant to become the mother of my children.” I stared at him, my irritation rising with every word. He seemed almost absurdly pleased with himself, and that was the final straw. I walked toward him slowly, and he looked up with a relaxed smile, appa

Fatjia retorted, “did you love him?“ Clara asked, “yes, I love him” Fathia retorted, “has he been touching you?“ Clara asked, “yes, I have been spending days In his house, and we sleeps in the same bed and we always had sex almost every time” Fathia retorted, “did you like his method if having sex with you?“ Clara asked, “I love him, like his method of handling me sexually, no Injuries no wound, I love everything about him” Fathia explained,

“Never intercourse but I had one guy who paid me a grand more than once to lick peanut butter off my body. There was a man who simply liked feet. He paid me five hundred bucks a session to massage my feet while I yelled obscenities at him. He was a nice guy but I’m pretty sure his mother made him rub her feet while she belittled him as a young boy.” “You yelled obscenities at him?” “Yes. His favorite ones were ‘bloody bastard’ and if he was close to finishing, he liked me to yell ‘fuck you and your father’.” She shrugged. “I was a college kid with no trust fund. I needed the cash.” “It was a fetish club then. Nobody actually beat you?”