Novel & Cerita Stories About Getting Fat

They had wanted a boy, had planned for a boy, bought for a boy and what did they end up with? An embarrassment if their tales were to be believed. I had always been on the larger side, struggling to control my weight ever since I was a child. It was all too easy to steal into the packhouse kitchen in the dead of the night. The chef there took a liking to me, telling me her stories of a childhood abroad as I ate all the snacks and then some. I laughed along with her as she told me her life and imagined a world far away from the Hell I was living

Fred retorted, “you mean you like a chubby girl” Fathia inquired, “I like a girl with big boobs and big butts, Fred said, “which means you don't like my body type” Fathia, “I love you but If you become chubby I will love you more” Fred said, “What type of diet can make me chubby within a short period?“ Fathia asked, “Don't worry about that, I will get all for you today” Fred retorted,

“What’s the plan if you get sick in front of everyone? What if Sebastian’s here? Or your dad?” I didn’t have an answer so we made a plan. Loose clothing became “work is hard on the body.” Morning sickness was “food poisoning” or “seasonal allergies” depending on who asked. Fatigue was just “working too hard,” which wasn’t even a lie. And the weight I was starting to gain—barely noticeable, but I could feel it in the way my jeans fit—that was “stress eating” or “finally eating properly after months of running on fumes.”

"What? You told her she was fat!" Xavier rolled his eyes at her outburst, "No I didn't tell her that besides we were just having a good time in the kitchen, joking and all that when the topic came up. How was I to know that she'll take the joke so hard?" Her eyes flared impatiently, "You should never tell a woman she is fat especially one you gave a ring, it doesn't boost a woman self-confidence to a 100," "Now I know better." He mumbled, not believing he was feeling berated.

"You can take it all?" "Of course!" I bragged and showed him my skinny biceps. Seventh ammo: act manly. With the audacity to speak with my mouth full, "It's not just the boys who can eat this many. Plus, I want to be fat! I'm not a common woman who wants to keep her waist at twenty-four inches. I'm going to be the very first sexy chubby," I said. The lusciousness of the food helped. "Really?" He was still smiling and chuckled. "That would be cute. I'm excited about that!"

"You are already fat!" "Well, I am tall, so it's well-distributed." "Yuck!" Summer bumped him away and walked toward the company. "Hey, Summer, I'm doing this for your own good. If you continue to eat like this, you will really gain weight. No man would like a fat..." "Shut up!" Joe sighed again and again. "Fine."

The room is so quiet now I can hear my own ragged breathing. “I’ve tried,” I whisper, my throat raw. “God, I’ve tried so hard to be different. To lose the weight. To be… someone else. I’ve counted calories until I was dizzy, I’ve skipped meals until I couldn’t see straight, I’ve cried myself to sleep more nights than I can count. And it doesn’t matter. Nothing works.” My hands clutch at my sides, like I’m holding myself together. “No matter what I do, I’m still the fat girl,” I spit out bitterly. “I’m still the joke. The one everyone whispers about. The one you only pretend to be nice to when no one’s looking.”

I prompted. It took more than an hour, but she told me a great deal about her life. I held her, squeezed her gently, or rubbed her back to give her reassurance, especially when she looked scared to tell me the more humiliating parts. She had been a "fat little girl" starting around second grade. She read a lot, since she had few friends. She learned to study despite mediocre teachers. Eventually she figured out that her overweight parents both had siblings who weren't obese. Once she paid attention to what they were eating, it was obvious why she had such a weight problem.

"Calm down. He's just a boy." My mother still didn't let it go. "He's picked up a ton of bad habits! All I wanted was for him to learn to be frugal, and now he's making up stories about stomach cancer! I just saw a video, and the child made millions a month even though they were only college kids.

Pausing in my mean, I squinted at Jay and asked, “am I going to get fat or…?” Jay burst out laughing and shook his head. “Don’t worry, babe,” he cooed. “Even the laziest of werewolves do not get fat. We have got a good metabolism, so no. You won’t get fat even if you get this hungry often. Though fear not,” he continued, sitting down and digging into his meal. “From what I’ve heard from the others who have found their mates, this is just because of all the, well, exercise we did before. This won’t be a constant thing unless you go into heat often… but that is unlikely.”