Short Chubby Woman Novels & Stories

Catherine I couldn’t stop sobbing. I didn’t create myself. It’s not my fault I’m chubby. Being chubby isn’t the end of the world, it doesn’t mean I’m less of a human or I don’t have feelings. I’ve got emotions like everyone. I’m just like everybody only with a big body but they make it seem like it’s a big problem. They make it seem like the goddess created a mistake and it hurts a lot. I can’t walk without someone saying something about me.

Slim, tall, models even but this woman looked nothing like that. She was the opposite in fact. She was short, but in a way that made her even cuter, still quite short despite the heels she wore and she was… Chubby. Curvy. Literally carrying all the right fat in the right places. She faced the lift, waiting just as he was, one purple stiletto tapping impatiently, her body encased in a fitted black trouser suit, a folder hooked under one arm, all quite usual but— “Are you listening to me, Derek?”

I joined him to laugh, “unfortunately, I hate to admit it but yeah.” “Oh,” he laughed hard. “Why are you asking, do you also have abs?” I asked while biting my lower lips as I smiled wide. “Hmm, sorry but no… I am a bit chubby.” He responded and I swallowed hard. I felt the need to not hurt his confidence. “Hey, I also love chubby guys. They are so cute, so you probably be cute.” Gunner chuckled from the other line, “well with that, I must agree with you. That is what I am so proud of.”

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 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.

, 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.

I can only guess how big my smile was for that picture. Once the waiter snapped a few, we returned to our seats, and dug in. Not much was said as we ate. The food was just that good. Chastity, and I both got the chef’s special. I could tell Chastity liked it just by how quickly she ate. I loved seeing her eat. She needed to. She had been too skinny the first time I saw her. In the past few weeks she had started to reach a healthy weight. She also was filling out nicely in other areas. Her breasts weren’t huge, but if I had to guess they were a sold B cup, and her ass was enough to grab onto. Just the right size in my mind. I quickly banished those thoughts before I had a problem I could NOT

And Val… Valentina? My hand dropped from Charlotte’s doorknob. My feet moved on their own, carrying me closer to his office. I pressed myself against the wall, heart hammering so hard I was sure they could hear it downstairs. “You really think he’ll go through with it?” A woman’s voice. Smooth, confident. Definitely Valentina Martinez — my former high school friend. The one who’d been “so supportive” during the early days of our marriage. The one who always had coffee with Bruce to “discuss business.”

She said in a low voice, “She’s not Angie. Take a closer look.” Although their faces were exactly the same, her figure was completely different from Angie’s. Angie’s body was very muscular and lean because she had been trained in martial arts and gun fighting. She was much thinner than this woman and was at least five centimeters taller. On the other hand, this woman was slightly chubby, short, and very frail. She looked like she was malnourished since young, which made her weak. Thus, if one looked closely, it was easy to tell the difference.

Well he can’t really say much with the baggy clothes she’s wearing. She is not tall. And she is a little bit chubby. Jasper shook his head at that thought. Nope! She is not a little bit chubby. She is very chubby. The only thing he likes about her right now is her beautiful smile that Tia seem to have fallen in love with.