You Re So Fat Novels & Stories

"Doesn't mean I won't get tired of being surprised. Was that Eric on the line?" "Yeah." I nodded. "He sends his greetings." "I'm glad he still remembers his favourite person in the world." "Keep telling yourself that." My eyes strayed to the dangling beast between his legs, and I bit my lip. I quickly shifted my gaze back to my reflection as he folded the towel and slowly approached me. "I think I need to lose weight," I sighed, squeezing what seemed to be tiny chunks of fat on my belly. "You look fine, babe." Theo took my hands off my belly and replaced them with his. "Beside, what's wrong with having a little fat on your body? It wouldn't stop you from being the hottest woman on the planet

So, I sighed, disappointed with my secret wishes. “What’s wrong? Are you tired?” “No.” I thought hard to give him a reasonable reason. “I feel like I complained too much. Also, I haven’t had many achievements.” After a while, I also made a confession, “Even physically, I’m so fat.” Unexpectedly, he laughed. “Fat? You know what? In London, you are just an average. Maybe you can be counted as a bit thin.” “I’m fat,” I protested. “You commented like that because you wanted me to feel happy, right?”

his voice rose like a trumpet, drawing attention to us. “No.. I…” “You fucking love food a lot and I'm fed up…” His voice thundered before I could explain. He misunderstood me, again. “Have you seen your self?, you look bloated all over…” I hear little chuckles from behind. I know how I must look in my overall shorts and loose t-shirt. Fat. Pathetic. Embarrassing. He always make it clear. “Even the slim beauties watch their intakes. But ugly duckling Annie, as fat as an elephant keeps pushing in all the junkies morning, afternoon, nights”

(fat god) "You have a harem? Well, I don't want to taste secondhand sluts from you porky. That would only sully my royal being. hahaha. And from where did you get courage to think that a fat pig such as you could ever enslave me?" (man) the man then let out phenomenal amounts of soul power.

I replied, hoping he would drop the topic. “Talk to me, sunshine. I am not here to judge you. I just want to help.” He slid a glass of orange juice towards me, making my brain automatically think about how many calories are probably in it. “I don't want to be fat anymore.” I said quietly, looking at the over-filled plate of food in front of me. “Sunshine,” he said, scooted closer to me and his fingers laced around my arm to grab my attention. “You are not fat, you are just perfect, beautiful and you are healthy. Whose words are those that are running through your head? They can't be your own, nobody's own brain thinks so poorly of themselves unless it is with people's words consuming it.”

He said serious. I gasped. I am not fat . I am only 56 kg with 5'8 height. He is fat . Very fat with all those bulging muscles. Bell that's called hot not fat .My idiot of mind replied. "I am not fat , you are ." I said as I pointed at him. "Yeah yeah whatever helps you to sleep at night. Now go your clothes are in that cupboard. CHANGE AND COME TO SLEEP ON BED ." He said sternly the last part.

“What’s wrong? Why are you pouting?” I crossed my arms, my lips pressing together stubbornly. “I’m fat.”

El said in a cold tone. "Hello wake up lunch is ready" El said but Nathan didn't wake up either. El got closer to Nathan and made sure nothing happened to Nathan. "Nathan, wake up," El said, there was no movement from Nathan as a sign that he heard Eleven. "Don't make fun of me, wake up Nathan!" When El touched Nathan, he opened his eyes and stared intently at El. "Don't touch me," Nathan said. "What? Are you crazy? I think you're the deaf one" El says.

Miss Bandit, did you gain weight? Bang! A loud sound came from the study, and Vermont quickly added, "Did you gain weight? The gym is having a promotion right now. They're giving a buy-one-free-one package for whoever has a body fat of more than twenty-four percent. If you're a little fatter, we could've signed up for it together." The next second, Felicity's voice came fiercely from the study. "You should eat more and gain thirty pounds to sign up for it yourself!" "Sure."

_Fat Cow Dear Fat Cow, The fact that you name yourself Fat Cow is very disturbing. It’s almost as if you do not see anything better about yourself and it’s alarming. I’m sorry that people would treat you like dirt because of your size or body weight. Humans can be cruel, they want to make fun of everything which is why you have been singled out as an object of ridicule. My heart goes out to you.