Short Chubby Woman Novels & Stories

It was the woman who called earlier—Faith Delacruz. The other woman looked slightly older, perhaps in her late twenties. She appeared to be at the age between youth and maturity. She had a tall and slender figure, fair skin, and a beautiful face, coupled with a charming physique. She was wearing a short black dress without stockings, displaying her long, fair legs. A mature aura emanated from her like perfume. She looked like she could be a celebrity. Her name was Shirley Bush. The two women sat there condescendingly as if any men who laid eyes on them would feel so inferior and humbled that they would grovel at their feet. Some might even lack the courage to approach them.

"What else can I do? I haven't been in for more than a month and haven't eaten your delicious food. I miss your food" The woman hit her arm lightly with a slightly flushed face and looked down in embarrassment. In her eyes, what a woman with a height of 155 centimetres and two pigtails and a white rabbit doll hanger that adorns a pink backpack was very cute, even though Erna always thought otherwise. "Luckily I've made a special menu for you. You will eat it later, won't you?"

She convinced herself that Doug's deficiencies in the bedroom were tolerable since he was a good father and stable husband. Although Miss Choi wasn't in her twenties anymore, she still regarded herself as attractive. Miss Choi has a slender body, nice legs, a beautiful face, full lips, and shoulder-length smooth jet-black hair. Her best attribute is an ass that wouldn't quit. She can quickly fill out any pair of jeans and swallow a thong. She continues to turn heads at the age of 43.

It was to hold at Cubana's Luxury and all the classy, rich, fun lovers would be there, including tourists who visited the city on weekends just for the sole purpose of enjoying the inexhaustible recreational activities it has to offer. Annie was a thirty three years old independent, city, young woman. She was tall as a few shorter people would describe her. In fact, she was about 5.4ft tall and weighed about fifty seven pounds. Slim, fair, chocolate skinned, and a figure to die for.

Just as I was preparing to attack I heard a commotion outside which created a distraction as both men craned their neck to the direction the sound had emerged from while the woman continued to focus of the babies, I couldn’t help but notice how tender and soft she was with them. She didn’t look as bad as the other two, I made a mental note to say a word of gratitude when I finally made it out of here. “Go check what’s happening.” Chubby said to skinny who seemed a bit reluctant but eventually turned walking towards the exit.

Larissa patted her at the back. The lecturer walked in after some moments as the noise in the hall room died down. He started teaching immediately, passing the necessary information that was needed to them before a student rushed into the room, heavily panting. “Stop! What do you want!” The man yelled out. “I was asked..” “Don’t worry. I can get her myself.” An old woman walked in with a stick in her right arm. Everyone attention turned to the woman who does not look like she made a mistake walking in. She was in a loose yellow shirt and matched it up with a black jeans. Some necklace hung around her neck freely as her glass sat heavily in her face.

Martin murmured softly, almost dropping his coffee. Sabrina was a 29-year-old prostitute. Her body seemed made to provoke married and single men alike. One meter and seventy centimeters of pure, well-distributed sex appeal. Heavy breasts, the kind that jiggled even when she was just breathing. A slim waist and a round, pert, fleshy backside, the kind that would make any man drool. Her skin was light brown, glistening with sweat from the Minas Gerais heat.

I replied coldly, a lazy smirk tugging at my lips. Chloe tilted her head, eyes glittering with mischief. “Believe me or not, you’re already on every girl’s A-list.” She pouted just enough to make me think of those lips wrapped around me. Then she leaned in a little. “You didn’t notice Mrs. Amanda staring carelessly at you?” Mrs. Amanda. Oh, that sweet woman, late thirties, maybe, but her body? Shaped like her twenties had never left her. Her breasts still full and defiant against gravity, her ass round and firm, walking hallways like a goddamn advertisement for adultery.

She also seemed to be quite a flirt. Vic studied the woman's profile and her picture. Nice picture, that of an attractive but definitely grown woman. Not one of the myriad of 20 year old blondes with big chests that seemed to infest the chat room. Not that she was cynical or anything, but how many women like that needed a chat room to find a date on Saturday night?

What really surprised me was the little chubby girl on the man's lap. With a short bob hairstyle, the girl was wearing a mickey mouse headband and she was clothed with polka dots red dress. By the color of her eyes, which were almost green, I could tell that this chubby girl was my girlfriend, Khloe. Her face was in complete happiness as her mother and father embraced her with so much love. "Khloe's so cute I'm melting. I'd like to pinch her cheeks," I said, my eyes remained at my girlfriend 's young self at the photo. I couldn't believe that slim Khloe didn't tell me she lost a lot of weight since her childhood.