روايات وقصص ضمن Getting Fat Story

She pulled her foot back in disgust, adding, "I barely touched you, and you're screaming like that. Fat people are so dramatic. Look at all this fat—you've even got stretch marks now." She jabbed at my swollen thighs, laughing so hard her body shook. "Hey, do you know what Mom just said in the car?" She leaned close to my ear. "She said if your body fat doesn't go down soon, she's sending you to a weight-loss boot camp. I heard they give you only an apple a day and make you run 12 miles. "I think it'd suit you perfectly. You've got enough fat on you to last six months." Notoriously, that place was no different than a torture camp. The fear made my heart race. The monitor started beeping agai

“How did it go? Did you manage to sound out his capability?” When Fatso was done eating, he dusted off his buttocks and walked to another spot in a seemingly natural manner. He made his way to a lanky scrag and the person asked in a deep voice. Fatso lost his good-natured expression earlier, but he assumed a brilliant expression. He shook his head and said, “Deep beyond fathomable. It seems that the rumor out there is true. Zayn is not as simple as he seems.”

As if my existence was the inconvenience. "Look, look at you Annabel," he said, flat like I meant nothing "I can't even point out the correct word to describe you" Then Lennon's voice floated over, sweet as something rotten dipped in sugar. "I think the word you're looking for is fat, Alpha, I'm I right sis." The hall went absolutely silent. Aldric's face cleared. He seized on it the way a drowning man seizes a rope. "She's a fat cow," he said. Simply. Cleanly. Like he was reading something off a list. "I'm not taking a fat cow as my Luna. Neither will I take her into my bed."

I couldn’t remember the exact day it all changed. But I knew the moment I stopped caring was the moment someone I trusted taught me that my body was currency. Next session, I came in different. Not calmer. But flirty. Like I’d peeled a layer back and didn’t know if I wanted to put it on again. Lane looked up as I sat down. “You look… tired,” he said. “Thanks. You look emotionally unavailable.” His mouth twitched. Almost a smile. I sighed and dropped my bag. “I want to tell you something.”

“Pancakes and bacon for breakfast, pasta for lunch, and we have just eaten meatballs and spaghetti that dad made us. I had some fruit as a snack after training.” She pinches my arm. “Maybe you should lay off the carbs. You’re getting fatter by the day.” I knew it. I just knew an insult was coming. She is only doing it to spark a reaction from me. I simply stand up, not wanting her to know she is messing with my mind.

Her weight had been stable for years, but it suddenly began climbing overnight. She soon reached five hundred pounds and developed many other illnesses. She died in prison despite receiving treatment. Linda's perfect plan had begun eighteen years earlier, but in the end, it all came to nothing. She raised me to adulthood, used diet meals as a cover, and spread rumors that I secretly ate junk food so that my obesity would seem believable. Once she had finished using me, she wanted to silence me. But even the best-laid plans could not survive the fickleness of Fate. Every clue and inconsistency planted another seed of doubt in my mind. Fate had given me another chance in life, and I would not

"Calm down. He's just a boy." My mother still didn't let it go. "He's picked up a ton of bad habits! All I wanted was for him to learn to be frugal, and now he's making up stories about stomach cancer! I just saw a video, and the child made millions a month even though they were only college kids.

He was sitting comfortably on the sofa with his feet resting on the coffee table, casually drinking a can of Coke as though he hadn't just changed both our lives. “Be honest with me... did you tamper with the condom? How did I end up pregnant?” “No! I didn't tamper with anything. It just... happened.” He shrugged, completely calm. “It’s fate, Rose. No matter how much you try to prevent something, if it’s meant to happen, it will happen.” “You were meant to become the mother of my children.” I stared at him, my irritation rising with every word. He seemed almost absurdly pleased with himself, and that was the final straw. I walked toward him slowly, and he looked up with a relaxed smile, appa

Justin asks being irritated, “they contain heat, fat, calories, most of the middle age people are dying because of a heart attack” “Look at me I grow up eating those, though I maintain my diet with vegetables, enough for the body not like you eating like a patient and still I am fit my heart, my BP are all perfect and about my body, I have no fats”. Justin said this all in just one breath as he took one deep breath before asking, “are you eating like a sick person because you wanted to lose those unwanted fats on you” Justin again said and this time he pointed his finger to Ella’s curvy chest.

"See! Love do you want to go the doctor? I'll call him right now. This is not good love. You are not eating enough. You don't think I did not notice that you are decreasing your food intake for the past 3 days?" "Gideon there is nothing wrong. I - I just ..nevermind." "No. Tell me love what is bothering you." "Mybellyisstickingout.Iamfat." I mumbled. "Pardon? What did you just say?" I repeated what I said. "My belly is sticking out. I am fat."