You Re So Fat Novels & Stories

They nodded, eyes wide and set on the scene before them. Walking closer to him, I pulled back my foot and kicked his side, playfully but still hard. The girls covered their mouths with their hands while Blondie groaned. "What the fuck Chan?" I bit back a laugh at the way he looked at me. "Get up Fats." He shot me a scowl when I said that. "I'm not fat! Again, I have abs!" I rolled my eyes. "If you have abs then use them to pull your ass up off the ground." I crossed my arms over my chest, still trying to stay serious as I watched him grown again and pull himself onto his butt.

" They found a booth to sit while waiting to be served. "You look different anyway," Ara commented. "How? Fat?" " A little and more beautiful. You're glowing." She sighed heavily. 'Why does everyone keep saying the same thing to me?' "Is it a bad thing?" "Not really but the fatness? I like you slimmer." "I'm not actually slim." Destiny reminded her. "Yes. Not fat and not slim either but you've gained weight. You'll probably become fat." "God forbid." "When did you become religious?" Ara laughed.

This feels exactly the same. "It feels like you have gained weight, your body feels a little expanded. You have become fat." He said, clearly trying to rile me up. "Hawwww...... ADITYA!!! YOU ARE SO DEAD!!!!" And with that, we both started our cat and mouse fight again.

I said, slamming the cup on the table. "More? Are you sure? You have eaten a lot you know?" He asked and I headed straight for the hammock, sitting in it. "Want more Pasta!" I stubbornly shouted. "You will get fat." Caleb deadpanned, smiling as he brought me a plate of pasta anyway. "What's fat?" I asked cheekily. "It happens when you eat too much food." He handed me the plate before sitting beside me in the hammock. "Fat sounds awesome. Let's get fat." I grabbed a spoonful of pasta and placed it in my mouth, savoring the taste.

That fatso growled, yet the lust remained in those eyes. The bottle of wine I was holding, I crashed against the table, before looking at him. I don't like when people badmouth me. I can be calm but when it comes to call me nasty names. I don't care whether it's the president or someone I will cherish. I will just destroy them. Words are sharper than a sashimi knife. Be careful with your words. "Hey, fatso!" I interrupted. "What's your name?" His eyes widened. Don't get me wrong—I used to be overweight myself. My cousin and my auntie are dealing with the same situation. But the reason I called him that was simple.

“Couldn’t you find anything… bigger?” He glances at me. “Most souls who come here are usually fit.” Wow. His words stun me. For a moment, I'm unable to form any words. From calling me weak for having feelings to saying I have zero sex appeal, and now, he basically just called me fat. I’m not fat. I barely even had enough flesh on my bones when I was alive. “Well, sorry I’m not skinny enough,” I mutter, a bit hurt. Okay, fine. I’m a lot hurt.

My gaze landed at the part of my body I’d spent years trying to hide. “It's obvious.” I forced a small smile that didn't reach my eyes. “I'm fat.” Zack remained silent, the ticking of the clock the only sound in the room. Then he uttered a single word. “So?” My head snapped up. “W-What?” To my surprise, he looked genuinely confused. “So?” I honestly wondered whether he'd heard me correctly. At least he should understand the basics. It’s not that I had to spell everything for him. But his earlier reaction gave me a brief idea that alcohol must have affected his ability to process information. So, I explained patiently.

I want to sew her mouth to close it forever. " Extra Large has always been taking the most of the place. Thankfully..." I said grabbing another orange to cut. However, her face turns red, and she stays silent. I had a thought that she would leave but instead of leaving, she grabbed some fruit and put it in the juice... " Eat more fruit and cut off the fat, you stored inside. You look awful." You're fatty... You should lose some weight... You're awful... Can't you just give a little attention to your health?

“But judging by the weight you’ve put on since you started living on your own, you could do to lay off the candy.” Giovanni’s eyes were shiny in second and he wailed, “It’s not my fault! Zeke eats candy all the time and he’s nice, so he shares. He literally has it all the time. Gia, come on, you know my willpower is weak. It’s not my fault. I’m not getting fat, right? I’m not. Say I’m not.” Gianna rolled her eyes. “Stop being overdramatic. You could put on a hundred pounds and though you’d be very unhealthy, you’d still be too cute and adorable for your own good.”

Just emptiness. It terrified me more than the rejection itself. “Are you still there?” I whispered into the storm. No answer. My vision blurred again. Maybe she hated me too. Maybe she blamed me for ruining our only chance. A bitter, broken laugh escaped my lips. “My toxic trait is being fat.”