Yomama Is So Fat Novels & Stories

I was finally done dressing up and I walked out of my room, descending the stairs as I walked over to mom who was seated in the living room engrossed in reading a mail on her laptop. Phew!, Being a business woman ain't easy. " Mom, am done " I announced and she hunmed in response. " Give me some few minutes, you can go eat your breakfast " Mom said and I nodded as I walked over to the dinning room. I sat down and the maids served my meal and I dig in immediately, devouring my meal. It was then I realized I hadn't been eating frequently for some days now. Marvy, you don't wanna starve your baby!, Huff!, She's still a foetus.

"Mom, you are so beautiful. You are not fat when you eat cake every day. It makes those fat girls who are swollen angry." Emily White showed a rare smile today. "I know how powerful your mother is." "I always knew. My parents are very powerful, especially cattle." Elisa White stretched out his hand to turn over the next page. After seeing the photo clearly, his mouth smoked hard. "Mom, you don't hide my photo." "Cut, who will see your flat chest?" "Flat chest is not chest. The chest of a four-year-old child, hey hey." Elisa White smiled and stared at the little fat girl in the photo, wearing small shorts and vest.

"None at all." "Okay." Clara nodded and could not help but tease, "It's pretty easy cooking for you, then, unlike Zoe and Yelena who are so picky." "Zoe has been picky since young." Jay smiled as he started chatting with Clara. "Yelena is just like Zoe, a very picky eater. She doesn't enjoy eating and is as skinny as a skeleton," Clara exclaimed exaggeratedly. "It's not too good for children to grow too fat either. Yelena is just nice like that." Zoe really did not want to join in the conversation but she could not hold herself back.

Who in the family wouldn't love her? Jamie's tall and slender figure strode into the hall. Mason immediately took Carol into his arms, subtly probing for information. She snuggled against Mason's neck and said softly, “Daddy and I had baby food, and I even saw Mommy. "Daddy bought Mommy a hamburger and told the waiter to get the biggest one, saying he wanted to make Mommy fat so she couldn’t fit into her wedding dress.” Mason was dumbfounded. Zoe was just as surprised. Who could have imagined their usually aloof and serious son would act so childish? Paityn was so thin that eating a hamburger could make her gain weight.

It was now enough, she turned and said “That is my second name” “Overfeeding is a disease,” Emelda was still smiling when she passed by. The aroma of the food sent chills down her spine. She was uncomfortable until she too went straight to the pot. Opened it and discovered the yam left were thicker. They were the heads. Her father used to tell them in those years that those head yams helped one grow faster. Ok, here was she. Had she grown more than her mates that didn’t eat them? At the thought of this, she laughed out loud and muttered: “Superstition”

“Lots of photo shoots.” Ghani looked up. “Is Mommy tired?” “A little,” Sheena answered honestly. “But Mommy is happy.” Ghani nodded, then looked at Sheena’s face with a serious expression. “Mommy is very pretty now.” Sheena chuckled softly. “And?” “But…” Ghani hesitated for a moment. “Ghani misses the chubby and cuddly Mommy.” Sheena paused, then laughed quietly. “Chubby?” “Yes,” Ghani replied firmly. “The one who liked eating ice cream with Ghani.”

She was obviously tired from the trot. Julien frowned, "Mom, you should lose some weight. You're panting so badly over such a short distance. It's not good for your health." Julien had not seen Velma in days and today he noticed that Velma had gained more weight. She had narrow eyes, which were now just two narrow lines. Velma was not happy with Julien's words. "Why do I need to lose weight? I feel good. My friends said that a fat face is a symbol of good luck and that I can bring good luck to the family."

“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.”