Post Malone Fat Novels & Stories

Just emptiness. It terrified me more than the rejection itself. “Are you still there?” I whispered into the storm. No answer. My vision blurred again. Maybe she hated me too. Maybe she blamed me for ruining our only chance. A bitter, broken laugh escaped my lips. “My toxic trait is being fat.”

m. I've never felt so relieved before. I turned towards Xander, handing him the plate. Xander watched me bored, taking the plate. "Gotta go!" I chimed, walking towards the door. I slipped on my cream stilettos, pulling the door open. Marlon stood behind it, fully clothed in black. My favourite colour! His dark jeans, plain shirt and bomber jacket sent off a fabric softener aroma on top of his usual jasmine scent. His smile playing on his lips was stunning, contagious enough to make mine form into a similar curve.

Allison snorted behind her, barely containing his laughter. "Sure, sure." I waved a hand lazily. "Stress-eating. That's what they all say." "It is what I say because it's the TRUTH." Allison's voice cracked slightly. "And for the record, I'm not married. I'm not even impregnating anyone. This is purely nutritional happiness." Malcolm, despite his earlier thousand-yard stare, actually cracked a small smile. "Nutritional happiness. That's a new one."

She just smiled and said 'That's how. Pam had a bit of a challenge on her hands. At 6' 3" and 265 pounds, Ben was a big man. Paul Bunyan, broad shouldered big. He wasn't fat, just well cushioned. He'd lost touch with going to the gym during his University days and had survived on pizza and beer a little too much. Pam sent him to a gym which specialized in toning up and weight loss and six months later he'd lost the soft layer of fat and hardened the muscles that had been hidden underneath it.

She laughed, looking at Faye who was still uneasy. “What about this one?” Selene looked at the painting that Faye pointed at. It was a painting of a place, a grand piano at one side, a wall of shelves on the other, and a humongous tree at the center that was painted looking like it’s glimmering. At the top center was a name, “DOMUS MALUM” written in an elegant font. Her signature was at the down left corner of the painting. Selene shrugged. “It just came into my imagination,” she said and chuckled.

As Conner headed toward the booth, the other guy slipped away to return to his post. Malomond was a big man, several inches taller than Conner, with a broad, linebacker’s body that had turned more to fat since his dismissal from the force. An already round face had been further bloated by too much drinking, and a thick black goatee covered his chin in a failed attempt to mask the roundness. Malomond and Conner had never worked together, but had crossed paths numerous times over their years on the force. Conner held a grudging respect for Malomond’s abilities as a detective, but he had never liked the man, a feeling he knew to be mutual, and he was not surprised when Malomond had turned out t

Andrew let out a cold laugh. "Fatty, let's not pretend you know your body better than anyone. Back in Jayrodale, I could already tell. "You're overweight, constantly drenched in cold sweat, panting like you ran a mile after two steps. If I had to guess, I'd say you've got a rare form of obesity. One of those conditions where even drinking water makes you gain weight, right?" Elon's eyes flickered with panic. "How… how do you know that?"

Once she had enough stocked away she got the gastric sleeve Alex had always discouraged her from getting. By year two she had finally made it to 145lbs. For her height that was perfect. Her finances were comfortable Tess wasn’t rich but she was making a decent amount. She afforded herself excess skin removal surgery. After she took some time healing she went and got a full mommy make over. It included a tummy tuck, bbl and breast lift. Some days Tess didn’t even recognize herself. Her hair now touched her butt. Ever since Tess started getting Brazilian blow outs her hair was straighter and no longer frizzy.

READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. “Okay, so we looked at your body while you were passed out.” “what why!!!” Maloney’s hands instinctively flew to his chest. “To tell you that you have absolutely no body muscles, you are just as frail as you look outside.” “That’s not where my strength is!!” “I’ll say.” Maloney’s cheeks grew red, and I wasn’t sure if he was blushing or feeling hot. I mean, he had passed out from a fever.

pointed Aaron to a mansion that looks the largest and most prominent among the houses in the Lincoln Park area. "Oh, that's Mr. Malloy's house. You must know who Mr. Zillion Malloy is. He is a man who is often reported on television because of his success and wealth. He is also known as a good person," replied the middle-aged woman. Aaron then thanked the middle-aged woman and closed the windshield again while thinking hard in the car.