Yomama Is So Fat Novels & Stories

"That's enough. It's the holidays. Why are you making a scene? Don't get so worked up. Come sit down and eat. Your mom and I even have some good news for you." At dinner, Mom placed two drumsticks onto Sabrina's plate, one after the other. "Rina, eat more," she said. "You've gotten thinner again. Is work too stressful? If something's bothering you, just tell me, alright?" Sabrina merely coughed once, and Mom was already on her feet, heading to the fridge to grab her a chilled bottle of juice. Ever since we were kids, Sabrina always had a glass of juice with her meals, while I never did.

"You know my dear sister, you're a lady. Don't you think, this is the right time for you to reduce. It's like you're gaining weight every day. Your body is now like four people in one body. What is the use of a whole-body mirror in your room if you can't see how big your body's? You look like a walking closet. Maybe in the next few days, our maid will be confused and she will think you are a closet." "Your brother is right," mom said. "Mom..." "Fatima, maybe Kier is always teasing you to make you conscious. We're only thinking about your welfare. Maybe it's time for you to lose weight. You're so fat, hija." "Listen to what your mother says," my dad said. "You need to reduce. Your beauty will

She saw us and quickly came over, her eyes warm and welcoming. As we settled in, I felt a little out of place, but Mother tugged at my hand. “Ah, you’re still so slim. Seriously, do you even get any fat?” I laughed nervously, “It must be my body type. I eat quite a lot.” Kayden, standing beside me, couldn’t resist chiming in. “Yes, Mom. She eats more than me, but too bad that it’s all for nothing.” I glared at him, “Whatever I eat turns into essence. I’m not like you, where everything turns into fat. Hmph.”

I said once I arrived at the dining table to join her. Mom had a scowl on her face, as if recalling an unpleasant past. She said, "Don't worry, my daughter. I can take care of myself, and it's not in my genes to become a chubby woman." Laughing, I suggested, "It's not in those other women's genes either, but staying at home and sleeping regularly could stimulate the fat gene, and you might become a plus-sized woman." Mom chuckled and said, "Alright. I'll resume my fitness training."

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 "

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.

"What should we..." "Don't utter any word Mr Sean. You said you know a lot of capable girls, look at them. They look like bunch of street things, look. I'll send your remaining money to you right now. I'll do the job myself. I'll find someone who can be my baby mama" she said, transferring the money to him. Mr Sean frowned.

One year later I have been living in Congo for a year now and how can I tell you that I have become fat!! I have flesh as koko Grandma would say, no longer seriously I gained weight but on the hips, thighs and chest I do not understand, koko Grandma says that a woman's body is a secret that no one does not know how to remedy it, I have big plays now to say true I am not full! It's always better than being a skeleton!

Val gave an apologetic smile and sipped from her glass of coke. “We wouldn’t need to say it out loud because the amount of fat in these would literally kill us one day.” Zia scoffed, grabbing a bite of lasagna, and then pushed her palms out, seeing Mamma take a step in her direction. “Mamma, I’m just joking.” “Why do you eat it when you have to complain?” “It’s not like I can puke everything out now.” “Then stop puking stupid words.” Val and I could barely contain our laughter, the sounds, which according to my Mamma, were too unladylike, but little did we care. The ringing cell in Mamma’s apron pocket interrupted us. Mamma pulled it out and her brows creased.

She nods at me. I cooked her favorite food, adobo. “Eat a lot so you don’t lose weight,” I muttered and smiled at her. “Mommy, I always eat a lot. You’re the one who should eat a lot because you’re working to make money.” I chuckled. My daughter looks so cute every time she acts like that. I turned my gaze to Yaya. “Yaya, have you eaten yet?” “Not yet, Ma’am Elyse.” “Come on, join us Yaya.”