Yo Mama Fat Jokes Novels & Stories

A beat later, the entire table burst into roaring, arrogant laughter. "Alpha Ryker?" the fat one cackled, wiping a tear from his eye as he reached for a heavy iron weight on his desk. "Did you hear that, boys? The great Alpha came all the way to our basement to threaten us!" He spat onto the rug, his laughter instantly vanishing as his expression turned vicious. "You're not in your territory, boy. You're in our house and that means… you're a dead meat!" In a flash of speed, the fat mobster lunged forward, grabbing a heavy brass decanter and hurling it straight at my head while reaching for the gun tucked into his waistband.

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

The little one lay on Madam Martínez' lap, speaking softly, "Angela only likes to eat Mommy's food, she has lost weight since being at the Martínez family these past few days." Madam Martínez laughed. "So if I don't let your mommy cook, I'll become the bad person?" "No, I just want to..."said Todd with a playful wink. "Todd, you're such a good child!" Madam Martínez affectionately ruffled Todd's hair.

foolishly? Mom could plainly see by the discoloration and distended nature of my 'reproductive organ' that she was 'getting to me.' She was disappointed that I had not cracked yet. She was running out of ideas. Deliverance came when a commercial appeared. It was for baby powder, a pretty mother with her newborn. She noticed I watched with almost religious attention. Mom: "You know Jimmy, I am still only 40. Do you know how long women can have babies?" Me: "I don't know...till they are 40?"

A⁠Y‍ANA: “Ti​red. My mo⁠uth st‍ill hurts. But‌ J⁠j​ajja​ is telling me stories about wh‍en D⁠add‌y was⁠ litt‌le‍ an‌d got into⁠ trou‍ble.” MAMA GRACE: (ap​p⁠earing o​n screen) “He wa⁠s a ter⁠ror. Clim⁠bed everyth⁠i‌ng​, brok​e everything, ‍ worrie⁠d me. Constantly”​ AM⁠ON:⁠ “‌Mama, you're ruining my repu​tation.​” AYANA: (‌giggling—the sound precious and rare) “Tell m‍e more, Jjajja!”

“Grandma, my hips are wider.” “Good,” she nodded. “And my breasts, they're huge.” I studied them in the mirror, frowning. “I'm fat.” “Nonsense.” The old lady snapped boisterously. “You're not fat, Anyta. You just have a fuller figure.” I blinked. “Are you serious right now?” She raised a thin brow. “What exactly is the problem here? Sounds like you’re living most women’s dreams. You look wonderful, darling.” Her smile softened. “Motherhood made your hips wider. And stronger. You should be proud of that.”

I confessed moaning. "Your mama raised you well, that I'm definitely sure of," Jackson said moaning and hardly catching his breath. "My mom was a better whore than I am, I am sure she is the best sex tutorial lecturer ever," I admitted honestly to Jackson. "Okay, start riding on my dick softly but be careful of my fibula, they are silently freaking out too," Jackson said jokingly. "Yeah," I swiftly replied to Jackson.

“Why would I, mom? I was fat-shamed by you my whole life, and now that I’ve finally lost a lot of weight, everyone seems to think it’s okay to comment on my eating habits. I would never tell them!” “Excuse me, young lady?” the woman scoffed. “Fat-shamed?” “Yes, fat-shamed!” Emmie cried and stood up, furiously sinking her nails into her palms as she glared right at her mother. “It is always eat less, train more, don’t skip your runs, no eating your Halloween candy… It’s not fucking fair!” The last exclamation had come out as a scream right into her mother’s face and Alice Davis was furious. She wouldn’t let anyone, not even her own flesh and blood, yell at her that way. And this was one of th

Ramon says pitifully to Xavier who's sitting next to him. Xavier who saw his mother's umpteenth rejection, only chuckled amusedly. He assumes that is only a joke that is often thrown by Ramon to his mother. Besides, they both know that his mother will refuse it, and it's not rarely she will throw scathing words to Ramon. That is their daily life, full of jokes and laughter, even without the presence of a father figure. *** "Did you met that bastard?" Ramon squeals histerically of hearing Lucrecia's admission.

“What?” “Her exact words.” For a moment she just stared at us. Then she burst out laughing—loud, genuine laughter that I was sure Dad could hear from wherever he was in the house. Alec looked unimpressed. I wasn’t much better. “You’re enjoying this far too much,” I grumbled. “I really am.” Mom wiped at her eyes, still grinning. Then her expression turned thoughtful. “Have either of you considered simply *telling* her?” “Telling her what?”