Ya Mama Is So Fat Novels & Stories

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 "

He did not hesitate to scold or criticize Wisnu. That is the shape of attention. * The three of us ate as usual Spiced with chat, Amelia's stories and small fights between Amelia and her daddy. It's just because her daddy said that she is getting fat. "Then, Amelia have to go on a diet, right? Can't eat?" Amelia shouted in annoyance, said to be fat. "It's not like that honey. However, it must be balanced with exercise or what activities burn fat," explained Mas Suma. "Daddy, my friend's school, there are many who are fatter than Amelia. Their mom and dad are just okay with. !" just daddy fussy to me, she muttered with an annoyed face.

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."

"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.

“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.

I asked – I thought such a small pouch wouldn't weigh more than a gram. "It's a magic pocket – it's pretty convenient, however, its only disadvantage is that its weight stays the same," Kimur explained as he composed himself. I can only imagine how his back would feel... After a while, we said our last goodbyes to Mama Enah and Yannah. Mama Enah was particularly emotional – she may act cold and harsh sometimes, however, I can still see the pure love she has for her husband. I could only smile as I spectated the family hug for the last time.

Xan hates seeing me sad, my son at this age also will do anything to keep me happy. Little does he know, his mere presence is enough to make me happy, he is the source of all happiness in the world. Smiling, I pulled him closer to me, cuddling I kissed his forehead, " no baby, mommy is just upset." "Why?" He asked, looking at my face. "Mommy is getting fat." I pouted, looking at my stomach. Xan follows my gaze and tilts his head. My son looked at me confused, his little brain not understanding, the deal about me getting fat.