Novel & Cerita Names To Call Fat People

Soft in places wolves usually aren’t. Flat stomachs, yeah—but not sculpted. Full chest. Round hips and ass. Thick thighs. In the human world? We’d be called vixens. Here? We get called fat, lard ass, pigs, hell anything considered larger than the normal she wolf. I rolled my eyes. “Yeah… okay.” And I already know who’s behind most of that shit.

That fatso growled, yet the lust remained in those eyes. The bottle of wine I was holding, I crashed against the table, before looking at him. I don't like when people badmouth me. I can be calm but when it comes to call me nasty names. I don't care whether it's the president or someone I will cherish. I will just destroy them. Words are sharper than a sashimi knife. Be careful with your words. "Hey, fatso!" I interrupted. "What's your name?" His eyes widened. Don't get me wrong—I used to be overweight myself. My cousin and my auntie are dealing with the same situation. But the reason I called him that was simple.

It was bad enough being teased for being human, I also had others making fun of my weight. I wished I could look like all the other beautiful females, with their great features and slim waists. I was twice the size of the other females. I was called Fatty Re-re by my bullies at school. Re-re because they thought I was retarded since I didn’t talk much in school.

From the annoying high tone of the voice I could already tell who it was. "Adaeze" I said in a small voice. "Still haven't learnt to talk out ehn? Fatty" She teased with a bold smirk, her two friends behind her Runke and Hadiza released low chuckles clearly finding amusement in their friend making fun of me. "My name is not Fatty" I muttered lowly. She only laughed "Ehn but you are fat na, so the name fits perfectly" I will not cry. I will not cry. I will not cry. You promised yourself you won't let it get to you anymore Rica.

The little guy frowned in dissatisfaction, "Don't I have a name? Call me Little Puffy!" "Little Puffy? Morgan frowned, "What kind of stupid name is this? Who came up with this stupid name?" Ashley next to him almost exploded in anger, why did this name sound stupid? This name sounds nice and has a good meaning. "Hmph, it sounds nice, okay? This is the name my sister gave me, I chose it myself! You said my name is not good, so your name is fine? Morgan Blackstorm... Hmph, it's not that good either! What kind of stupid name is this?"

They always have excuses. “I’m not big, just big boned,” he said. Michael could fool himself but he couldn’t fool the skinny kids. “I’m fat. Butterball fat,” he would tell the person staring back at him in the mirror, smart enough to know that no fat kid ever got thin unless they started calling themselves what they really were. “I’m Santa-Claus fat. I’m I-make-you-sick fat. I’m I-make-myself-sick fat.” He was something else also, but that was harder to say.

A Nobody • • • • • "You can call me Bia, Biatrice, Biatchrice, or even Bitch or anything that satisfies you except for 'Ate' since I want to look young. I know that you see me as a slut—which is very true since everyone is a slut at heart—like everyone else but duh, that's because you're just jealous that men would bow down at me like I'm their owner and they're my precious dogs. They would do anything—even die for me just—"

’ I thought back at it, completely going over it’s threat and the insulting pet name. ‘Anyone ever told you that you are extremely fat? You should spend several hours a day exercising.’ It’s words were sharp as whips and I winced accordingly but I didn’t react other than to suck in a sharp breath. It was a thing that most people forgot. Maybe it was because of the way that I looked, maybe that’s why they lump me in a with a foolish wallpaper without a thought in it’s head?

Everyone had a name, didn’t they? “My name is 24C,” he said again. “People call me 24C. My full name is 24C198H4328N. But no one is going to rattle that off unless we’re in trouble. The Mothers call me 24C. The other Dicks call me 24C. I’m 24C.” His tone was even, somber, dry, and possibly a little irritated. “The other Dicks?” Rain repeated, never having heard that word used for the Inseminators before. “Why do you call them that?”

A snort-laugh escaped me as I let go of her but she chuckled and hugged me tighter for a few more seconds before dropping her hands. We laughed a lot as we recalled past memories. "Do you remember how I used to punch their faces whenever they called you names?" I asked. "Yeah... I remember...but I'm not a fatso anymore. I'm skinny now, right?" "You are not skinny. You're beautiful either way. Please don't talk like that. I don't like all these words—fatso, skinny. They just kill people's confidence." "Fine! Let me prepare our dinner." She resumed her chopping.