Ya Mama Is So Fat Novels & Stories

"I need you plump, hale and hearty. I bet if you ate as much as I wanted you to, you wouldn't be in the hospital by now." Placing my hands over hers, I said, "Grandma, if I ate that much, Mr. York wouldn't pursue me so hard. He likes his girls slim, slender and model-like." She tipped her head back and laughed. A minute ago and she wouldn't have taken that joke so well. "You get that from me. Your father was a very big man and your mother was just as big." This fat shaming bitch. She never passed up the opportunity to remind me how chubby my mother was and how much she hated it.

she begged and them dimples damn " stop with the dimples already-if you weren't my sister -..." " you would cut my head off I know -meet you in an hour or more" she said I chuckled, damn I missed her so much...I went to Fat MAMA, what that's what it's called, it's a fast food,fats only like curbs, ribs..shit like that and everything is large here,i ordered curbs,olive greens with extra source,some full chicken and a whole lot of french fries and bottles of coke then waited for my order, after getting the order I went to my car to put the food in until I heard a woman yelling a bit behind me I turned to find some lady fighting with some dude

“Ice cream it is. But real scoops. Not that sad frozen yogurt stuff.” “Deal. After what we just survived, we deserve full-fat sugar.” “Baby boot camp,” she muttered. “My bank account is going to need therapy.” “My back already does.” She raised a brow. “Come on, Mom, you’re rich rich,” I said with a small grin. “And so are you, CEO Charez,” she shot back with a look that said she wasn’t letting me off the hook.

"Good girl, Mommy-Slut. Now beg! Beg to see you baby boys Big, Fat, Mommy Pleasing cock." She moaned, "Please Gio. Please, Baby boy! Show Mommy your Bick Fat Cock. Please let me see it again." Gio reached for his shorts, his cock straining to get out. He'd already cum six times today, and it looked like he was going to come a few more. "Here it is, Mommy-Slut. Take a good look at your master's Big Fat Cock." He dropped his shorts and the almost fourteen-inch monster sprung up and smacked his mother in the face before he stepped back. Her eyes got big "Oh My Fucking God. It's bigger than I remembered."

Of course, she had to chime in. “Who’s walking somewhere?” Talia asked, her voice laced with suspicion. My mom didn’t skip a beat. “Telling my son that walking is how I stay in shape, especially after eating all this good food.” Talia snorted. “I thought you had surgeries to keep you so thin. Must be good genes, then.” My mother shook her head and kept eating, unfazed. Then Talia turned her sights on Amara. “You know… you look really familiar. But I can’t quite place it. Hmmm. Maybe your look’s are just common.”

She stated, this time she wasn’t feeling nervous. “First I must commend your bravery. To disguise as a cook just to get to me. That’s impressive. I guess next time, I may have to get body guards who are not just big but also smart.” He chuckled. He took his first bite of the full chicken on the table, but couldn’t eat it because it was too spicy. “Do you love your meat this hot , or do you want to burn my tongue?” “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you don’t like too much pepper. “ she apologized , with her face bowed.

Amada expressed gratitude. Nathan also refused to stand outside, immediately contributing to the fun, and expressing opinions. "But I admit Amada eats a lot, but she's not fat, Mom." "It's because I exercise regularly," Amada reveals the secret. "So that's it, no wonder your body looks so well-proportioned." Martha had the compliment: "The body also looks very healthy." "Really mom?" Amada wanted to confirm, feeling very happy when her mother-in-law complimented her. "100% real%."

“Can you stand up, please.” She stood up at Ayo's request and this made Ayo feel less comfortable. She looked at the fat figure from head to toe and realized she wasn’t that after all and not even as fat as she presumes. It was only an oversight on her part, probably because of her small little eyes. Her mother had always said, things appear big in front of those who are little. She smiled at this. “Thank you,” the fat girl interrupted Ayo’s thought, almost kneeling on the floor.

You know what I was too? Fucking pissed. "Mama, what is it at all that you wanted to tell me that couldn't wait till morning?" I angrily asked sitting up and reaching for a pillow so I could hug it. She plopped down on my bed, an expressive look in her eyes. Mama's eyes were blue like mine even though we were black, a condition called Waardenburg Syndrome. She cleared her throat noisily and that apparently drove me up the wall. "Oh, get on with it already mama." I snapped at her angrily. She'd have usually gone all defensive on my ass but it was like she could tell I was extremely upset.

I said. "Even if it's not. As far as I know, when you're pregnant, you get fat. But look at you, you don't even get fat." "Yeah. Maybe I'm just lucky that I didn't gain weight, I don't even have eyelids and stretch marks," we both laughed. "I hope when I have a baby, I'm that sexy too. Hot Mama!" "You're really crazy. Let's go and the game will start," I laughed at her and was about to leave when I stopped what she said something.