Fat Guy Despicable Me Novels & Stories

No one expected that just one white fat man could beat all the security guards down. Fatty Bai glared at the beautiful stewardess with an angry look. "Do you dare to call for help? Do you want to die?" "I... I..." The beautiful stewardess never expected that Fatty Bai was so powerful. She was scared silly. Yang Xiao saw that the fat man was going to attack the pretty air stewardess. He quickly shouted, "Hey, fat man, it's a robbery. Why are you scaring me? Besides, the can on her hand belongs to me. Don't scare me!"

Tsk. Rampage Kirk Berlouz. The Laziest Man ever live in the Earth's crust. Imagine, the thing he needs was just right inches away from him. He just needs to bend over! BEND OVER TO PICK IT UP but he already whines because he CAN'T get it. That's how lazy he was. Agape thought he's a PWD then because of his laziness. I don't know why the two perseveres his laziness. Well, Fafa Kirk is handsome too. As in, GORGEOUS MAN! Electric blue eyes, oozing sex appeal, well, sometimes he's a snob but that makes him cute even more! He's like a slime! A cutie, jelly slime. And I'm proudly saying this,

The huge guy suddenly became aggressive, taking menacing steps closer to me. When Rachael came into my mind, I had liked the idea of meeting with the so called boss. But then, the useless retarded bastard, who bore a strikingly resemblance to Hulk was trying to threaten me. He was way uglier than Hulk. He was seven feet tall, muscular with hefty beefy biceps and extremely dark skinned, like a tar.

I am guessing this offspring marked the last of their bedroom romps. Demagio is a round, red-faced and balding specimen that reminds me of an over inflated tyre about to pop out of his trim fitted tuxedo. He seems like a man who should be eternally greasy in a vest and scratching his balls on some swampy back porch somewhere.

he tosses out. "My boss can't afford to lose me." Johnny Ford knows I'm his bread and butter and I draw beginners and BDSM legends to his slimy-assed club. At five foot six and a hundred and forty pounds, I'm not small. It took years to turn my extra pounds into muscle. Those muscles can wield a whip to perfection. I have come to terms with my large framed body. Damn, Damian Collins makes me wish I were five two and built like Angela. Argh, the man is a devil as his name suggests. He needs to leave.

"Get her! All of you, grab that wretched woman and lock her up in the basement!" I watched as five household staff and bodyguards rushed at me. Casually swinging the chair in my hand, I knocked them all to the ground, and blood was streaming from their wounds in no time. Even when a couple of the bodyguards managed to get close, it was impossible for them to drag me anywhere because of my weight. And when they punched me, I barely felt a thing because of the thick layer of fat. I never imagined that being fat would actually protect me! When Walter saw me take down every single person without breaking a sweat, his eyes rolled back, and he passed out on the spot, still pointing at me in fury.

"Jinx, do you even know how much I’m helping you right now? Besides, if I do lose my job because of him, are you gonna step up and take care of me?" Joxan shot her a flat look, completely unimpressed. "Take care of you? No way. You eat too much. I’d be broke within a week." Mini gave him a fake glare, putting her hands on her hips. "Who said I eat too much? I’m just... healthy." Joxan arched an eyebrow, smirking. "Healthy? More like chubby. Keep eating like that, and you won’t be able to find a boyfriend." Mini rolled her eyes and grinned wickedly.

“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.

Feeling queasy, I pinched my eyes shut, my left arm began to shake from the extra weight I was holding. This clown clearly had forgotten that muscle weighs heavier than fat, and Everett was a broad and tall male, who was all muscle. ‘Is this a bad time to say that I’m not a fan of high heights either? Or specifically falling from high heights?’

Meghaal loved dressing up but she always thought her plain looks and chubby face would make whatever she wore too awkward to pull off. "You look beautiful, the black suits you trust me. And the eye liner! You slay." Mikkel mimicked her with equal enthusiasm to be shoved on the shoulder by a pouting Meghaal, which made him chuckle. "Don't worry Meh you look cute. Honest." A small smile painted across her face. Meghaal had never been confident in her body image. She was too fat to be thin and thin to be thick and she was really fine with her size, yet it was her chubby face that haunted her self-confidence. Mikkel always thought she looked cute, and her personality just made that evident cuten