Short Chubby Woman の小説・ストーリー

Markus asked. "Em...I...I can't really remember the name...” With that, I hurried out of his sight. I walked up to a table of a chubby woman, I took her to be in her early forties and her lips were as reddish as a tomato. "What can I get you, ma'am?"I asked. "Hmm, I'm on a diet so get me tea or coffee before my driver gets here.” I frowned. Not only did she sound pompous, I also didn't know what to get her.

Establish boundaries, set ground rules, make it crystal clear that I wasn't her pack mule or her personal assistant or whatever role she'd decided to cast me in. But before I could say a single word, a woman appeared. She was smaller and shorter than Cinnamon which caught my attention. I thought Cinnamon was the smallest person I have ever met. Anyways, this woman was wrapped in a pale blue robe that hung loose on her frame. Too loose. She looked too thin and seemed sick. I don't think this kind of thin was as a result of dieting. Would anyone go that far just to shed weight? Her skin had a translucent quality, delicate and papery, like if you pressed too hard you might leave bruises.

A woman like you. Those words felt like a slap, but strangely, I wasn't angry. Maybe because I knew it was true. I really wasn't special. My face was round with chubby cheeks that made me look like a little kid even though I was already 25 years old. My body wasn't proportional either—no beautiful curves like the women in adult magazines. Just rolls of fat on my stomach and arms that jiggled when I lifted a bucket of water. But one thing made me shiver.

She thinks that, if ever she gains those things, she can be free from the pain inside her. When she arrived in the pantry, she was shocked that she’s sharing a table with someone—a woman around her age. She looked sophisticated. She reminded Eura of Manilyn Monroe, minus the mole above the lips. But, the woman also has a mole. It was located below her left eye. The style of her black hair was similar to Manilyn Monroe, short and curly. It reminded her of the 70s or 80s hairstyle. She got dark eyes, hair, and beautifully arched eyebrows. Her pointed nose suited her face perfectly. On her lips was a bloody red lipstick. Eura admires the beauty of the woman in front of her. The woman was busy f

"They might be too far for you, but better than nothing to start with." Cat had to agree with her when she also examined the appearance of the young woman. They were both the same size, but that's where the resemblance ended. Where Cat barely had any fat reserves, the other woman's body had sleek, feminine curves that sat in just the right places. The shapely hips swayed provocatively to and fro while walking, full breasts formed a sensual contrast to the wasp waist.

he looked at me with guilt in his eyes, “—well, that you don’t have a job, and with your… body shape, they claim you won’t get one.” I looked away, blinking hard against the sting in my eyes. There it was again. That weight, heavier than the fat on my bones. The judgment. The rejection. The cruel reality that being chubby in this society somehow made me less deserving of help, of love, of compassion. But I wasn’t lazy. I wasn’t worthless. I was just broke. And broken. People wouldn’t even let me sweep their offices without throwing me disgusting offers — and only if I was willing to “pay” with my dignity.

She has big voluptuous breasts with a thickness of beautiful curves you can only imagine. She is unique and sexy as fuck! All female Bampires are very slim and skinny with small breasts, with nothing to offer to the imagination. I want to eat her up alive and have my way with her! I wonder how much Candice will allow me to take part in today. I need to punish her more often so I can get thisBtreatment.

she blamed. The two sisters continued to debate fiercely about who was fatter between them. Celine, with a round face, always looked chubby and filled despite her height of 160 cm and a weight range of only 50-55 kg on the scale. She restricted herself from indulging in snacks because she was afraid of gaining weight, especially on her prominent cheeks. In contrast, Gina, with a body posture similar to her father's, stood at 165 cm and weighed between 55-60 kg but never looked fat. Her face was more elongated, giving her a consistently slim appearance, even though she ate and snacked much more than Celine.

She chuckled, "oh, she's a bit chubby." "No, not her, the one behind her," he clarified. 'Oh my God! Living Goddess!' she thought as she looked at the woman Demi was referring to.

, the pretty receptionist led the way to a room and ushered the two friends in. A stunning young woman with heart shaped face, doll like features, flawless pinkish porcelain skin, red moist lips rushed towards them with a warm smile. “Dr Damkerng’s daughter?”, Sarah wondered. “ Welcome. Welcome. I am Busaba, Dr Damkerng’s wife”, the lady who was wearing a more ornate Chut Thai dress called Chitralada which had floral embroidery all along its length introduced herself while holding out her hands. “Wife?”, Amelia gasped at the evident age difference between Dr Damkerng and his wife.