Novel & Cerita Stories About Getting Fat

Have I gotten fat? My shirt was a little tight today. I was sure I didn't mess up and placed them in the laundry and shrinking them. I place one of my hands on my chest, squeezing. It didn't feel that big. But I guess I did get a few pounds this week because of the brief. Whenever I'm stressed and pressured, I try to relax myself by eating and sleeping. Maybe I need to do a couple of sit-ups later at home. Then I leave the rest of my insecurity back at the changing room and go outside the club, it was time to make money. My favorite time of the day.

Just held mine, quietly, like he meant every word and didn’t care how insane it sounded. He continued. “You don’t have to change anything. We all have different body types. I eat a lot but I don’t gain weight. So why punish yourself?” “You’re just saying that because you don’t want to hurt my feelings. I just want to lose weight. It’s my choice.” I scoffed, my eyes watery now. He sighed. “If you are so eager to lose weight, there are other ways than starving yourself. Besides, there are many men who like their women chubby.”

I said, slamming the cup on the table. "More? Are you sure? You have eaten a lot you know?" He asked and I headed straight for the hammock, sitting in it. "Want more Pasta!" I stubbornly shouted. "You will get fat." Caleb deadpanned, smiling as he brought me a plate of pasta anyway. "What's fat?" I asked cheekily. "It happens when you eat too much food." He handed me the plate before sitting beside me in the hammock. "Fat sounds awesome. Let's get fat." I grabbed a spoonful of pasta and placed it in my mouth, savoring the taste.

How can I be mad at that? I knew she wasn’t calling me fat, though I’d kept about 10-15 pounds from the quads I never lost and had to get bigger clothes. Now I was going to be fat all over again but hopefully not as bad. “You all had mentioned this hunt business last year. I guess I don't understand it exactly,” I said, sitting back.

Alistair chuckled. "I am also afraid that my body is getting fat while pregnant with our children," concluded Ivy. "Your body will not getting fat even if you are pregnant. You will still be slim and beautiful, trust me." "No, I am not sure. Some of my schoolmates had ideal bodies at first, but after they got pregnant and gave birth, they were still fat." "Those are your friends, not you," Alistair tried to convince his lover. "It's the same, I just don't want to have a baby," Ivy said spoiled.

But the changes didn't stop there. After a few months, our school was basically swimming with fat-tired children (including me). In the time of about eight weeks, I had put on twelve kilos. Why? Grans United, that's why. Cindy Zhao and her friends were the exceptions though. They had somehow avoided eating and were even allowed to go home early sometimes for 'modeling duties.' Once again I got word through Tammy, (who was almost obese at the time) that Cindy and her friends weren't really doing any modeling. They were planning a counterattack on Grans United.

She pouted and he pulled her cheeks playfully. “Don't you know fat people are actually cute, they are always so cute and round.” “Whatever, I still don't want to get fat. What else again?” “You are going to start eating a lot and when I mean a lot, I mean you are going to start eating like a beast.” “Hey.” She yelled and he laughed. “Sorry, I am just describing it the way Bryan said it.” He laughed and she pouted. “Oh, you might also have a lot of mood swings, memory loss about some simple things, and many more I can't recall.”

I couldn't put my hands around because of my weight. I am fat. I'm just twelve but I'm fatter than a cow. Trust me, I didn't choose this fatness for me. I was just born healthy and I can't stop eating extra food. It's actually a habit. A bad and dangerous habit I developed over the years since the comparison between me and my twin sister began. I eat when I am stressed. "I will move out of the house when I grow up. I swear I will." I sobbed and fetched a big bag of Cheetós from my backpack.

Quite the contrary. The fact of being fat brought me success, money and happiness. The only thing that irritated me was people's judgment. The look of pity. As if I couldn't lose weight, and not that I didn't want to lose weight. But, in front of the astonished looks of the idiots of that studio, I smiled and waited for the flash of the photo.

“The fat man is too lazy to argue with his wife. Take a sip of black tea, soothe the stomach before eating. The gentle, faint herbal scent soothes the frustration in his heart. The fat man thought to himself; “selling this kind of black tea in the city, making a lot of money.” After tasting the main dish, the fat man officially lost his words. Focusing on eating. After the meal, he looked satisfied and rubbed his belly. The mouth wants to eat more but the stomach refuses to accommodate it. He sipped hot herbal tea and said to his wife, "It's so delicious. Next time let’s eat out together.” The fat man didn’t forget to chat with the male guests next to him. “In the past, if anyone asked me to