Getting Fat Stories Novels & Stories

“Okay, dare. I dare you to do twenty push-ups right now while you describe your most embarrassing hookup failure in full detail. No skipping parts.” He grinned like he was enjoying this way too much. Jax dropped down to the floor in front of the couch, peeling his hoodie off in one smooth move so he was just in a tight white t-shirt that stretched across his chest and shoulders. The muscles in his arms flexed as he started the push-ups, smooth and controlled, sweatpants riding low on his hips. “Alright, embarrassing story time,” he said between reps, breathing steady. “Last semester I had this girl over after a game.

"What? You told her she was fat!" Xavier rolled his eyes at her outburst, "No I didn't tell her that besides we were just having a good time in the kitchen, joking and all that when the topic came up. How was I to know that she'll take the joke so hard?" Her eyes flared impatiently, "You should never tell a woman she is fat especially one you gave a ring, it doesn't boost a woman self-confidence to a 100," "Now I know better." He mumbled, not believing he was feeling berated.

Miss Bandit, did you gain weight? Bang! A loud sound came from the study, and Vermont quickly added, "Did you gain weight? The gym is having a promotion right now. They're giving a buy-one-free-one package for whoever has a body fat of more than twenty-four percent. If you're a little fatter, we could've signed up for it together." The next second, Felicity's voice came fiercely from the study. "You should eat more and gain thirty pounds to sign up for it yourself!" "Sure."

Dear Diddy, Dear Diddy, I am sick and tired of being body-shamed! I’ve been called a lot of names; hippo, a cow. I’ve been asked questions like: “Are you really going to eat all that?” One time I was dating a guy online and he asked to see my picture, when I sent one he just vaporized into thin air, and I never heard from him again. It hurts, I feel like I can’t do better because of how fat I am and I need help, I’m tired of being made fun of, of trying various diets that don’t work. Please help me, Diddy. _Fat Cow

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"I was still wearing the hospital gown. I was still bleeding. He threw divorce papers at me. He told me it was my fault the baby died because I was clumsy. When I tried to tell him what Chloe did, he grabbed my neck and squeezed. He told me he would ruin my father's company if I didn't sign." I buried my face in my hands. "He locked me out in the cold dark night. He threw a tiny cardboard box at my feet and told the guard to close the gates. I had no money. I had no shoes. I walked until my legs stopped working, and I collapsed on the road. I wanted to die. I wanted to die so badly because everyone always told me I was useless, and I finally believed them. I suffered in my marriage, I was bo

"Hahah. Is that how you get girls to say yes to you?" "Uhuh. That's how easily I can get girls. So I have a girlfriend named for almost every letter in the alphabet." He said matter of factly. Jeesh! This guy is mighty proud of his folly. "Ok, name the the one with letter X." I said laughing not taking him seriously. "Hmmm, Xenia, the girl with a big butt! Ghhaad, I love girls with big butts." My eyes widened with his revelation. Is he for real? So would I make it to his list? I had a petite figure but my bubble butt is my greatest asset.

She even messed up my hair so it looked thin and greasy. "Okay, script is ready," the girl with the laptop said. She handed me a few pieces of paper. "I used all the buzzwords. Betrayal, Father’s Love, Billionaire Bully. I also wrote some fake stories about how you used to buy Leo toys with your last dollar." "I never did that," I muttered, reading the lines. "Doesn't matter," Adrian snapped. "The internet doesn't want the truth. They want a story. They want to hate a rich guy. And Julian Vane is the richest guy there is."

“Hear that Luna? They are paying top dollar to watch me own you. Announce the special creampie challenge for them baby. Tell them what is coming.” I whimpered and tried to form the words while he kept pounding me steady and deep. “We are doing a creampie challenge tonight,” I moaned, my voice cracking as his fingers worked my clit faster. “Kai is going to fill me up on the stream if you guys keep tipping big.” The chat exploded even harder with messages like “Breed her now” and “Pump that load deep” flashing by so quickly I could barely read them. He slowed his thrusts then stayed buried all the way inside me while he kept teasing my swollen clit.

I then noticed a comment in the comment section. "In the original story, Waylon's insistence on marrying Zoe led to a fallout with his parents. Zoe eventually drove the Sorenson family into bankruptcy, causing his parents to age decades in one night and commit suicide by jumping from a building. Their current situation just makes me want to burst into tears."