Fat Guy With Dreads Novels & Stories

Vanadine wondered as he watched the pair of men taunt the girl. “What we gonna do first, Hann?” One man asked. He stood around five and a half feet tall but was probably taller as he was hunched forward, his spine curled from some disease or injury. Greasy black hair shot through with a few greys flopped about his shoulders and neck, framing a dark face that was pockmarked and spotty. A habitual drug user, Vanadine could tell from the stench even at this distance. He wore mismatched shoes and tattered clothing comprising of trousers that might have once been grey, a cardigan with no buttons that fluttered about him as if trying to escape and a shirt that held the memory of the light green it

Not long after, I saw one and flagged it down, the driver of the truck stuck his head out of the window and hollered at me "hey big guy, how'ya doing?" he was a very fat man, who wore loose fitted dungarees, a massive dreadlock and had plenty tattoos and piercings. "I'm headed to New York city" I replied "hmm, New York, I see. I'm headed there meself, hop in" he said jovially. I hopped in.

Mark takes a deep breath. “Men, my Daddies are powerful Men,” I tell them. Then my Daddies walk in. Dad Matt is in a blue suit with a white shirt and black bow tie. He is olive skinned with slick black hair, salted with gray. He keeps his eyebrows bushy and thick. Dad Nate is in a gray suit with black shirt, with a while bow tie. He is all gray headed with manicured brows and gray beard. They both look like they walked out of GQ a moment ago. I’m sure four teenagers in tee shirts and jeans are going to catch their eyes any second.

He has the wettest kisses ever! Suddenly I hear bones cracking and my feet leave the ground! 'JUICY MA!' Dag says happily. I open my eyes and see this gorgeous ass, emerald-eyed, extremely ripped, dark-skinned man! With really long, thick, reddish-orange dreadlocks. Umm... okay, what the hell? I know I just heard Dag's voice. So who is this guy? I'm totally confused right now. "Dagonae?" He grins at me, showing lots of big, square shaped but sharp teeth! Why is his face so large? I realize that we were rising. Then his head bumps into the ceiling! I hear my family exclaim, shocked. Some scream, gag, gasp, choke and cough. I'm just as shocked. He looks nothing like he did yesterday. My arms c

In fact, I’m pretty sure he had on dress pants earlier when he was pitching his tent. He pulls his t shirt over his head, setting it on top of his laptop. His gray sweatpants are hung dangerously low on his hips, giving a hint as to whether or not his ass really is as tan as his face. Blue eyes. Washboard abs. Filthy rich. Fuck me, this guy really is the whole package.

A viewer immediately chimed in. "I agree with Madam! I went through the same thing before. He told me he's 190, and I thought he was referring to his height. "When we decided to meet in real life, I almost called the police! He turned out to be a 190-kg obese guy! That's 418 lbs! "Can you guys imagine? He's literally three of me put together! His face was all flab, and they jiggled when he walked. I was terrified!"

He laughed. A short, fat man —who I believe was in his late 50s came from the first door that was next to the entrance. He was wearing a white sweatpants, an oversized white T-shirt, and red sneakers. He had a huge chain on his neck, diamond earrings, and a lot of rings on his fingers. He was bald and had a huge scar that covered most part of his left cheek. He had a round belly and beard that was mostly covered in grey. “This is Smash, your new boss.”

Agatha’s POV Then he emerges- Alpha Leo o. . He's exactly as I remember from our previous meetings, perhaps even more repulsive. Ew. He is a large man, both in height, belly, face, thighs and legs. He has a round face and small, sunken eyes. His shirt strains and is almost tearing against his protruding belly, and his suit jacket remains unbuttoned, unable to close over his oversized belly that rumbles when he talks. His hair is packed to a small brown ponytail. It is shining like a child's butt where oil has just been applied. It has too much product and the way he is packed reveals a terribly receding hairline.

I scoop up a large heap of noodles onto my fork and am about to take a bite when he answers. "B-beauty application," I drop the fork in my hand back down to the plate to stare at the guy in front of me. His hair is medium ginger, with hair product styled tightly into it. When I focus on his face, I can see the black lining around his eyes. "What are you, gay or something?" I didn't mean it in a bad way, but it sounded like it when it came out. Luckily, Carter chuckles and shakes his head while Daliah nearly chokes on her food.

A business like theirs would usually have long-term cooperation with some social loafers. In less than 10 minutes, Fatty, who had a "deep" cooperation with Honey’s Car Dealership, arrived with three tattooed gangsters. As the name implied, Fatty was a very fat guy. He was about 1.62 m tall and his butt took up at least half of his body, so when he walked, he looked like a f*cking dwarf!