Kat Timpf Weight Novels & Stories

the officer said in a commanding voice. "Yes, officer..." Tim trailed off. "Officer Wilson," the cop replied, sternly. With a sinking feeling, Tim opened the door and got out of the car. He was shivering, even though it was not a particularly cold night. Tim was a slip of a boy, 5-7, 120 pounds, max. Tim was blonde, and barely looked like he had passed through puberty. He was wearing a thin t-shirt, loose straight-legged jeans, and a beat-up pair of Converse AllStars. It all accentuated how pathetically scrawny he was.

“Watch elevation. Catwalks, rafters—” The lights slam on. Blinding. White. Brutal. For half a second, the world freezes in overexposure. Then the trap snaps shut. Steel doors crash down behind Alpha with a sound like thunder, sealing them off. From every side passage, every previously quiet loading bay, men flood in—real fighters this time. Body armor. Helmets. Weapons already raised. Not reacting. Waiting. “Contact—multiple!” someone yells. Charlie is hit from three sides at once.

When Charlie heard this, he said jokingly, “52kg? Isn’t that about 115 pounds, then?” “Yes!” Charlie teased her deliberately as he smiled and said, “Haven’t you heard that a good woman should not weigh over 110 pounds? You have to try and lose some weight!” Aurora hurriedly replied, “No, Master Wade! The weight class of the International University Combat and Fighting Championship is not actually divided according to our actual weight. For instance, as long as anyone is below 48kg, they will be put into the 48kg weight class. If a person is between 48kg to 52kg, they will be listed in the 52kg weight class. I am 49.5kg, and that is equivalent to 109 pounds! I did not exceed 110 pounds yet! I

I nodded, “Okay. I will make sure both cups are half-caf. I don’t want to do anything to hurt them, but I get horrendous headaches when I only drink decaf.” Doctor Martin nodded in understanding, “Believe me, I get it. Half-caf it is, then. Well, I think that’s it for today. Like I said, no strenuous activity. Weight limit is ten pounds now, instead of five and only half-caf in the mornings. Oh yeah and come back in two weeks. We should be able to see the sex of each baby by then.” We all smiled at that. I answered, “Thank you, Doctor Martin.”

The introduction went like this. Titan: My name's Titan. Fifteen. 80kg. 5 feet 4 inches. I know I'm fat, so don't dare talk behind my back about it or experience the most excruciating pain you've ever experienced in your entire life. This is not an empty threat, mind you. I'm effin serious. Next!