Really Skinny People Novels & Stories

In fact it looked like a clinic. I was stunned for a moment until a muscly scary looking guy bumped into me, "Watch it Skinny!" I frowned, I was lean not skinny, I got some muscle on my body, I wasn't skinny like a girl. I was 20 for god's sake! "What, you don't like me calling you skinny, skinny?" He drawled, almost like he was talking to a mentally challenged person. He laughed loudly, his spit hitting my face. I flinched in disgust. What was this guy even made from? He stink like a fucking onion.

And then I looked around the bar and noticed three things: The first was that there was not one ounce of fat on any of the people in the bar. Every single person was slim and gorgeous. The women all looked athletically fit and like they should be on the runway for Victoria’s Secret. The men all had bulging muscles, their arms corded and their abs hard. There must have been a gym around here that everyone went to because everyone seemed to be runway or photoshoot ready. That was probably one of the things that Liam left off the list: to live in this town, you must, at the bare minimum, run on a treadmill and do deadlifts.

A moment later, a tall and thin figure slowly walked out of the darkness. This man seemed to be one head taller than ordinary people, but he was extremely thin. His walking posture was also very strange, as if he was a little hunchback. His arms were also bent forward. When he walked, his legs seemed to be stepping on cotton, making people feel as if they were bouncing.

Amanda's mother had killed those plans. They were all attractive people, especially the young ones. One thing I noticed was there was very few obese people. Amanda said it was because they lived such active lifestyles. Most of the women were tall compared to Caucasian women, and though I was tall, most of the men had an inch or two on me.

It was more than just embarrassment that flushed his skin as his eyes roamed over Karen’s form as she smirked mischievously back at him. Still in her mid-twenties, Karen was never shy about showing off her body. Many people said she was too thin, but those comments usually came from women who could not control their weight. Matt, and many men, appreciated her thin body with the slight, feminine curves. She had a habit of wearing clothing that was a size or two too small her frame, and that day was no exception.

Then I remembered what he looked like. His striking figure stood tall and confident, his presence commanding attention despite the simplicity of his attire. Dressed in nothing but a pair of form-fitting, charcoal-gray shorts, his physique was on full display, showcasing a body sculpted through dedicated physical conditioning and an unwavering commitment to fitness.

I don't even know where I stand with him anymore. I sighed and looked at myself in the mirror. I could clearly see that I’m not as sexy as Madison; I’m tall but voluptuous. I don't really gain weight even though I eat a lot, and because of my work on the farm, I’ve managed to maintain this kind of body. I touched my large breasts and then my curvy backside. Madison has these, too, but hers are smaller. Now I'm worried if features like this are okay for a model. I do have a figure, but I'm not as slender as their incredibly thin childhood friend. Does she even eat anything? Do I need to be as skinny as her?

I am just really slim and don't eat much because I don't have a big appetite. My bully back when I was still a kid often teased me that I was like a kite that might get blown away by the wind. Now that I'm twenty, things haven't changed much. I'm still as skinny as heck that P.E teachers are just making me sit down to avoid possible injuries.

I already see one benefit though, there's a whole different bunch of guys that come in now! And some of them don't look bad at all, mostly using their lunch break to work out. In fact, one of them already gave me a big smile. Bet he was surprised when I smiled back. I'm not the type for some guys, in the afternoon there's a group that calls me skinny Ginny.

But the moment he saw her sitting there he knew it was her. This much small and fragile body can only be of that human girl. She was dressed up in a servant dress which instantly made her curves clearer to him. She wasn't curvy like the women of his world. Her waist was smaller, her arms and legs looked like sticks and her hips weren't much shaped as well. She was a skinny girl and it wasn't a surprise after all the poverty she was living in can only result in this.