Fat God Novels & Stories

I felt as if I was throwing myself at him, it was a shameless act. I hate when otherwise in the pack do this, most times when I see other omega's trying to throw themselves at the Alpha who wouldn't even notice any of them, I just felt like strangling them. It just keeps pissing me off that they would look at Alpha Laurent, who would not look at any other woman except Zara, the moon goddess has not even given him another mate after Zara died.

I walked to him and gave him a kiss on his cheek before I sat on my spot at the dining table. "I'm afraid you'd die first than I am if you don't change your lifestyle. Look at you, honey. Aren't you scared of all those excess fats?" Ah, I knew it. If it weren't the endless topic about my getting a husband soon, it was the more endless reminder of me losing weight. "Grandpa, I'm healthier than you think." I rolled my eyes and extended my hand to get a serving of the steak on the table. "Later, Angelina," Grandpa swatted my hand away. "I asked you to come because I have good news for you." My old man's eyes twinkled and I felt bad all of a sudden.

“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.

Now it was practically hanging off her. Her brother stated firmly, “You need to eat some seriously fatty food.” Giovanni’s fingers were working the material of the tie deftly as Gianna protested, “Fatty foods are not the way for me to gain back any weight.” “But think about it,” Giovanni insisted. “We could have pizza and ice cream and all those fatty, super unhealthy American foods that are really bad for you but taste amazing.” “We?” Gianna scoffed, knocking him gently on the arm. “You don’t need to gain any weight.”

Caden said. “How about I cook us dinner?” He said and I frown at him. “You can cook?” I ask in disbelief. “The best cook in the pack” Keith said to me before walking away. “I never pin you for a cook” I said. “And might I ask what you pin me for?” He asks. “The type of guy who is self absorbed, mommy’s pet and in love with himself, arrogant, egoistic……” “I don’t think am any of that” He said interrupting me.

"You should be embarrassed of yourself Saro for your wrong accusations. godfather had the plan of introducing his family to y'all tonight but you got ahead of yourself and decided to insult him instead but what did he do? He didn't respond to you and you couldn't use your number six to think of the reason he kept mute during your blind accusations. Now this is to everyone here, this is to everyone in this organization, if you are not with our godfather then you are his enemy and we all know what happens to our enemies. If anyone here dares or ever thinks of insulting our godfather for any reason, then let the person get ready to face grave consequences, and with that, I say a big goodnight t

I can't wait to walk around Venice with him. ****** When I said I wanted to go to a chocolate shop, my boss then took me to Vizio Virtu. As I pushed open the old glazed door, the sweet smell of chocolate enveloped me, making my mouth water and my tongue tingle. I find myself going crazy. I felt like a hungry wolf among a flock of sheep. I ran here and there, filling my mouth with free chocolate samples. I kept eating, chewing, smiling, and laughing like crazy. My boss laughed softly and smiled at seeing me like this, but I ignored him and kept chewing. He then bought me all the chocolates I liked, even though I pretended I didn't want to.

she begged and them dimples damn " stop with the dimples already-if you weren't my sister -..." " you would cut my head off I know -meet you in an hour or more" she said I chuckled, damn I missed her so much...I went to Fat MAMA, what that's what it's called, it's a fast food,fats only like curbs, ribs..shit like that and everything is large here,i ordered curbs,olive greens with extra source,some full chicken and a whole lot of french fries and bottles of coke then waited for my order, after getting the order I went to my car to put the food in until I heard a woman yelling a bit behind me I turned to find some lady fighting with some dude

Don't take it off for even a second. I was about to respond when I suddenly felt my abdomen swell. It was as if something beneath my skin was expanding. My heart tightened. Here it was. In my past life, I constantly felt this swelling sensation under my skin. At first, I thought I had some kind of growth, but every hospital test came back showing nothing except increasingly thick layers of fat. Later, I learned that Selina had bound the fat transfer system to me. This swelling sensation was the feeling of fat expanding in my body whenever she consumed food.

Maybe that explained why I wanted to strangle Dave at least five times a day. But there was one ridiculous article that made me laugh: apparently, some old superstition claimed that if a pregnant woman hated the father too much, the baby would end up looking exactly like him. I immediately decided I wasn't taking any chances. I did not want two miniature Daves running around my house. Dave drove ridiculously slowly on the way to the hospital, claiming that this was another "precaution." I gripped the seat and stared at him with increasing irritation as he drove as though we were transporting priceless glass through an earthquake zone.