Yomama Is So Fat Novels & Stories

She could only talk to the assigned team of harry, Dan and teddy. No wonder she'd gained ten pounds in the last two months. Eating was about the only thrill left to her. That and talking to the handsome young delivery guy. She quickened her pace as she circled the waiting room. If she kept eating pizza every night, she'd puff up like a whale, and then the bad guys might never recognize her. She could be safe and fat for the rest of her life. Aya groaned. Safe, fat, bored, and lonesome.

My mom was an ex beauty queen,people said am the fat version of her. "Well having your father's body isn't a curse,you are beautiful the way you are,look at those flesh most of them bullies envy them,you dont even have belly fat,you're thick..and chubby but definitely not fat". She's trying to cheer me up i know, no one will ever envy a fat lady. I just went mute ,my lips shivering holding back from crying in her presence. "You know am gonna tell you a secret " I gaze at her with interest.

-Mom- the girl ignorant of certain matters walked happily beside her mother -You imagine her being an alpha, or an omega, as she will feel- she exclaimed with enthusiasm and curiosity. -You will be a beta- said the mother with her hard voice, as always. -Mom, you cannot know that, after my accident there is nothing that indicates that it will be beta. You can't be more flexible on the subject- -Don't reply Silver. You will be a beta, I am sure of that and it is better for you, our future depends on today's result-

Tama returned from school shortly after Mahira had reached the Chan’s ‘Mama, what are you doing here? no work today? she asked excitedly as she jumped into her arms. “Mama took a holiday today so that she could spend sometime with her favourite Tama, prepare her some of her favourite food & snack items like potato fries, macaroni and some cheese balls and feed her as well,” “Oh Mama, didn’t you always say that all these are unhealthy food to eat, then how come you’re making them for Tama,” she left Mahira's arms and stood with her hands on her hips, questioning her mother’s lost sense of discipline

Eat your dinner. As Tommy blinked, Irene beckoned, "Over here, Tommy." Tommy walked up to her, and she picked him up. "Oh, you're getting so heavy that I can't carry you anymore." Tommy blinked his lively round eyes. "Are you calling me fat, Mommy?" Irene made a thoughtful face as she scanned him from top to toe before commenting solemnly, "You've been putting on weight lately." That was not actually the case—the boy's weight was just right, even with his little cheeks fleshing out just like Isaac.

Jamie smirked. “For someone craving pizza, I don’t think you are as fat as you think,” I hit his shoulder and he titters. “Sorry, you do not look like a whale and even if you think you are one, then you are the sexiest whale, I have ever seen and I love this whale.” He said kissing my tummy, “You should come out fast little guy, mom thinks she is getting too fat, her nose is getting bigger and her clothes are too small for her, when are you coming out Olive?” “Stop, who told you it’s a girl?” I frown at him.

Stacy said softly, "It's okay, but it's more sleepy than before. It seems that people are starting to sleep, but I was sleepy later." After all, Maple has been born and raised, and there are also topics when she talks about it, "When I had Joe, I was also lethargic in the back. You still didn't get fat at all, but I gained a lot at that time, and I grew up to one before giving birth. One hundred and forty catties." Stacy smiled, "It may be because of my physique, it's hard to eat fat." Maple wanted to say something. The waiter walked over and brought the coffee to Maple. The juice was placed in front of Stacy. "If you need anything, please call me anytime."

I tied my faded apron around my waist and slipped into the kitchen. The dining table groaned under platters of food meant for three people. Father sat at the head, reading his morning paper without looking up. Across from him, my stepsister Bianca hummed happily, her glossy blonde hair falling perfectly over one shoulder as she scrolled through her phone. Her silk robe probably cost more than everything I owned. She was everything I wasn’t—tiny waist, bright blue eyes, the kind of beauty wolves wrote songs about. “Good morning, Daddy,” Bianca chirped, leaning over to kiss his cheek.

"What about me? Is there a pretty dress for me to wear to the party?" Victoria stopped fixing Lily’s hair. She turned her head and looked down at me, her eyes scanning my wide waist and thick legs with a small frown. "You will look fat in a dress like that, Ivy," she said, her voice flat and matter-of-fact. "It will only highlight your size. Just go wear your old blue trousers and stay in the kitchen until it is time to leave." Lily grinned at herself in the mirror. I walked back to my bedroom, my heart heavy. That was the day I learned my body was a problem. I learned that I was wrong.