Fat Novels & Stories

This is just insane. **********

I barely let out. He chuckled, “It’s a private jet, sis, they leave when I want.” He placed me on the ground. Taking in my face. “Iris, you dying?” Well… He was as brass as always. “Ohh- I mean you look pale looking… smaller-” He looked me down. “And skinny. You okay?” I smiled at him, “Marcus, I’m fine.” I waved him off, “Just on a no-carb diet.” He nodded,

Dale dropped each morsel of the pasta into the ready polluted water and each time she did this the water foamed and soon the bucket of water turned into a lather-bath for a baby. Finally there was somone to contend with and since Zoe and the priest had decided to be on the top of her kill chart, Dale considered this pleasure. "Wow!" Dale laughed, and stretched out her oil-stained hands to the air. She then noticed that all the veins that ought to have being pushed out by strong muscles flesh were now buried within layers of fat. There was a need to train.

Freda put her hand on her forehead frustratedly. She couldn’t reach Paul and although she didn’t want to freak out, it was hard not to when she hadn’t been able to reach him all day long. She let a loose breath of air as the nerves started coiling inside her. “Where the hell is this idiot when you need him?” She muttered coldly, her anger seeping through each syllable. She huffed and threw her phone on the couch, clutching her head and settling herself on the couch.

What is this power? *** "Favorite food?" Chloe asked crystal. "Chick-Fil-A" crystal didn't hesitate to answer "Om freaking jeez" she exclaimed gaining an eye roll from me. "My turn" Crystal says after looking at me with 'the' look "Oh no" I thought "Ooohh yes, girl" Chloe responded making me realise I had said that out loud. "So we've been wondering ... " Crystal trailed off in a failed attempt to create suspense but I knew exactly what was coming.

she said. "You know what's funny," Jason said "What?" They all asked. "I just ate three chilli-cheese burger and I'm still hungry," he moaned rubbing his stomach. "Jacob." "Yes?" "Do us all a favor and smack him."

"You look so skinny, but you want to lose even more weight? What do you want to be a bone marrow?" My cheeks heated with embarrassment because of what he said. I rolled my eyes on him and ate quietly. He noticed my reaction, so he immediately comforted me. "Hey, sorry. I don’t understand why you need to be on a diet when your body is already good?" I did not answer; I just stared at him. It's annoying because I feel ashamed of what he said. “Hey, Alli, I’m sorry. Talk to me, please.” He said. I just hissed at him.

He laughed softly “Not like that. Just... Just take a good look at me, realize that you are not the only one marked, that you are not the only one with stretch marks or stories on your body.” He took my hands and brought them to his hips, making me feel slight lifts in those places. “Are you forgetting my past?” He asked raising his hands when mine continued to outline their marks “Are you forgetting that I weigh 120 kilos? Don't you remember my constant struggle with being overweight? Do you think I downgraded and got this body out of nowhere and that wouldn’t have at least a mark of what I was?” As he spoke, I noticed that there were more white lines on his abdomen and in the area around h

A shiver raced down my spine but it wasn't in fear, it was in anticipation for what would happen next, "Just because I asked if this is a date that doesn't mean I want it to be one." "Sure," Ace drawled tauntingly, "it's not a date. I'm just hungry and I'm sure you are, too." "It's not wise to make such assumptions." "Women are always hungry. I don't know why most act like they can't devour a whole fucking turkey by themselves," Ace grumbled which had my jaw unhinging. A whole turkey was a bit much!