Names To Call Fat People の小説・ストーリー

“She’s got a mouth like fire, that one.” “Shut it, burrow-butt,” she snapped sweetly. "Says a certain smallie that loves being hurled to the ground." Mangolia smirked. "That's not itt, you-" in the stead of completing her words, she pursued them, club in hand. Their laughters spilled across the air. Soon, the streets whispered about the little gang. The Farthides, as they called themselves, after Fremelin’s ridiculous creed: “Touch the fart of our hides, and we’ll have your hides!”

And this day she has seen so many naked people. It could not get any worse. "Butch..." she said to which he replied, "Bitch..." and the two girls chuckled at this. "Yes, butch bitch..." Bessie replied to which he chuckled more of it was a laugh. He was thick and huge... and black. "Do you know why the fuck did I chose this name?" he asked her, ready to give an answer. "Because, girl, ma homies call me butch from the starting. And if ma homies chose this name for me then I sure as hell not changing it. Nah, man, never," he said attentively.

The guy lectured while I just found myself nodding. "Thank you so much" I said. "Nah, don't mention. If I can't help a girl I'm crushing on, them what kind of crushee am I?" I scoffed. 'They have started. Boys' "Let's start all over, I'm David Doyin." "Doyin? Is that not a girl's name? And which one is your surname? It's weird" I said. "David is my surname, my name is Doyin. If you don't like it, just call me Double D, that's what everybody calls me anyway"

“Why?” “Well…” he said, leaning back, “you said you don’t want attention. You want people to think we’re normal. So we practice.” “Oh…” He cleared his throat. “Okay. First. Names. What do we call each other outside? Lisa? Babe? Honey?” He made a face. “Definitely not honey.” I laughed loudly. “No, never honey.” “Good,” he said. “So?” “You can call me Lisa,” I said. “I don’t think I’m ready for… babe.”

“That’s… the neighbor’s name? Carter? Are you sure?” Nathan folded his tiny arms across his chest and shot me a glare sharp enough to make me slice his apple and celery twice as fast. Hangry Nathan was a force of nature. A tiny, adorable, terrifying force of nature. “Of course I’m sure,” he said, watching my hands work with deadly precision. “His other name is… Carter” he paused, curling his tongue like it was a puzzle “Ca-rter.” He clicked his tongue and scrunched his nose in frustration before shrugging it off. “He says it’s a hard name for some people. When he was little, he couldn’t say it either, so he called himself Carter. He said I can call him Carter too. So yeah. I’m sure. Carter.”

Father and son are both rude and dumb. Whitney looked down at Jimmy and said, “You rude boy! I told you not to call me fatty again! My name is Whitney not fatty!” Jimmy opened his mouth wide open just like his father had done earlier. “What! This...This...This is fatty!,” he exclaimed and then he turned to Maverick and cried out, “Dad! What did you do to fatty!? Bring fatty back right now!!! I want fatty!!!” Maverick was stunned by his sudden outburst while Whitney glared at the short rude boy.

“When was that?” Abigail crossed her arms confidently, “Yesterday, you called me Fatty. Remember?” “You did not!” I said sarcastically. “That is so mean, Agnes” Fatma added to the flame. “It is fine, guys. I can bear with Agnes, she is a friend after all, but that ugly crone telling me that I need to sweat? Calling me fat…” “Is unacceptable.” Agnes finished Abigail’s sentenced with a funny, but genuine tone. “Damn right, sister.”

I warned. I turned around trying to reach for the door, but the two women at the Owambe blocked both sides. "Where do you think you're going Dadi? You know what, fuck Dadi! I always hated that name, it's so cringy. I'm just going to call you David from now on, since that's your real name. You hear that world, Dadi's real name is David. Never refer to him as Dadi, Daddy, or even Zaddy. He is not man enough to be called any of those." Kalisha continues to mock me.

Patty 'fatty' tsk gross, it sounds like fat. No offense or it’s not that I dislike everyone who goes by the name Patty, but please give me a break. "No, I mean you can call me Tricia, that's what everyone calls me." I told him it's difficult to have so many names. What if they all call you different names at the same time? It will only be a complete disaster. Sir Stan kept up with me as I began walking. Before speaking, he casually wrapped his arm around my shoulders. Feeling close, are we? Tsk! I would have shoved him against the wall if he hadn't been my instructor. I don't care if he's a handsome man.

If there is any cute person here, it's definitely him. "Okay, so you prefer adorable?" "If you call me adorable one more time, you will train yourself outside this pack." I said sternly." No one has ever referred to me as cute or adorable before. Well maybe my mom but other than that, I am a fucking alpha and I should not be referred to as cute or adorable. "Okay Nate, I will look for a more suitable name for you." He said as I made my way to the backyard." "Nate is fine, don't call me any ridiculous name." With the two names he has called me so far, there is no guarantee that he has it in him to come up with anything nice, besides it's not even necessary.