Ya Mama Is So Fat Novels & Stories

He looked at the little one with doting eyes. Hannah was unhappy the moment she heard her father implying she was getting fat. "Daddy, do you think I eat too much? I'm not fat, not fat at all. How could I be fat when I'm so cute? Benjamin said I'm the most beautiful little girl in the world." "Yes, yes, yes, our little princess is the most beautiful little girl in the world. Daddy doesn't think you're fat. He just thinks it's not good to eat too much."

She pulled her foot back in disgust, adding, "I barely touched you, and you're screaming like that. Fat people are so dramatic. Look at all this fat—you've even got stretch marks now." She jabbed at my swollen thighs, laughing so hard her body shook. "Hey, do you know what Mom just said in the car?" She leaned close to my ear. "She said if your body fat doesn't go down soon, she's sending you to a weight-loss boot camp. I heard they give you only an apple a day and make you run 12 miles. "I think it'd suit you perfectly. You've got enough fat on you to last six months." Notoriously, that place was no different than a torture camp. The fear made my heart race. The monitor started beeping agai

I hurried downstairs to find her standing over a heap of shattered mirror glass, her face deathly pale. Her appearance was changing right before my eyes. Not only did her skin quickly turn a sallow yellow, but the lines around her mouth deepened, and several spots appeared on her cheeks. In a heartbeat, she looked like she'd aged 15 years. I stifled a laugh. Karma was working overtime. When Mom saw me, her gaze was manic. She lunged at me, gripping my arms and shaking me violently. "Is it you? Are you doing something to me?" I blinked, feigning utter shock. "Mom, what are you talking about? Oh, my God! What happened to your face? All those spots… Are you having an allergic reaction to your s

“Future Daddy, my mommy is a super good cook! She is fair, beautiful and she also has long legs. She is very kind and has a very good character and personality too. You should hurry up and try the food.” Zivon raised his brows. “Are you sure that the person that you’re talking about is your mommy?” What did this man mean?! Was it that she didn’t cook well, didn’t have fair skin, wasn’t beautiful or that her legs weren’t long at all? Xavia said angrily, “Why do you care about how I am?” She sat down on her seat and ate by herself. Zivon looked at her grumpy posture. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly as he asked Yulia in a soft voice, “Did you see that? Your mommy has the worst temper

And Adrian… I stopped the thought before it could fully take shape, before it could become something I would have to examine too closely. I wouldn’t allow any of it. “David,” I said softly, catching his hand before he knocked over part of the wall. “Look at Mama for a second.” He paused, his eyes lifting to mine. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing’s wrong,” I said gently, pulling him into my lap. “But I need to tell you something important. Remember Mama’s new job? The big one?” He nodded. “The one with the bad men.” A quiet breath slipped out of me.

I start, but she interrupts me with a shake of her head. "I'm proud of you, son," she says, her voice tinged with relief as she exhales heavily. Her eyes wander for a moment before meeting mine again. The shock hasn't entirely left her face. "I'm glad you defended me and yourself," she continues, her words carrying the weight of years of silent frustration with her sister. "Amanda is toxic, selfish, and downright arrogant. She's always been that way, putting herself above all else, caring little for anyone else's feelings. What a bitch," Maama vents, her tone laced with bitterness.

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I felt like the universe was finally smiling at me but you know what they say, ‘variety is the spice of life’ and all I got were bitter spices. “Good morning, Ma'am. I came to ask you what you feel like eating today and what fruits you would love, since you haven't been eating your apples.” I had grown to love Mary and accept her creepy smile. She took care of me like I was an egg and I loved it. “Erm…I'd love to have lasagna this morning. Is that healthy?” “We can make it as healthy as possible; just right, for you and your baby.” She had noticed. The little Rivera growing inside of me was starting to show off himself to the world. He didn't want to be hidden anymore and as I looked at my l

she whined childishly. " you are seriously acting strange wallahi. Are you sure you're not pregnant " rahama said as she looks down to her tummy. " what! " yasira screamed and then touch her stomach " of course not ,I can't be pregnant! " her eyes were wide open. " you are totally clueless. See how you are getting fat, isn't that suppose to raise an alarm? " Yasira glared at her " stop calling me fat. I'm not fat, please "

Maybe my mother can be of help in that aspect because I only knew how to eat. "Oh! That's not a problem. Let me just rush home and prepare something nutritious for her. Trust me, she will fatten up in less than a week." my mother said, sounding excited. "Fat? Hey! I don't want her fat! Just… just make her okay…" I said. I really don't like fat women and I am not discriminating against them, but I really don't like them all fatty. My mother rolled her eyes at me. "I know. She just have to be in a healthy state. I didn't say I was going to make her obese."