Your So Fat Novels & Stories

God, she doesn’t even know what she’s doing to me. "I told her this dress doesn't look good on me but she forced me to wear it." "My dear you look good."Marie compliments. "I'm too fat..." "Hey. Child. Who told you, you are fat."Marie reaches for her arms. Her face drops, refusing to meet my gaze, "My mom."Her voice comes out barely a whisper. "Oh..." "Mrs Marie."I call, my eyes still fixed on Sofia, "Leave us." "Okay Sir."

I said in a tone that said, please don't try me today. “Whatever, I wasn't talking to you and it doesn't matter whose table it was; bottom line is you and your friend need to understand that Syn and Shawn are off limits; so you can keep all those giggles, trying to be cute to yourselves. It's sad because you and your friends flirting, giggling, and shit, but I can tell you that him and Shawn are not into fat girls." Syncere's girlfriend said thinking she could actually, hurt our feelings with fat jokes. They were the only ones who thought that dumb shit was funny. Syncere and Shawn looked embarrassed and looking at us saying sorry with their eyes. Me and Ki-Ki looked at each other chuckling.

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.”

Samuel struggled and wriggled, but he could not resist Fatso’s strength. Fatso’s nickname was not for nothing. He was big and fat with immense strength. “Look, there’s a big red patch on his butt. If you’re not Kenji, then who are you?” Fatso exclaimed loudly. Samuel panicked and retorted, “What are you talking about?!” “Enough with the pretending. I remember when I was chatting with your boss, he mentioned that you had a red patch on your butt. He said other people have birthmarks on their faces, but you have one on your butt!”

I don't know if I should be proud of dying, but funny enough I just can't help it. Today marks me being twenty-one years old, and I can't even say I'm proud of that. My parents care a lot for me and have promised to surprise me. Hahaha! I guess their surprise would no longer be a surprise. Staring at my fat beautiful figure. I couldn't help but smile sincerely. Yeah! I'm fat and chubby. Not too fat, or perhaps it's better if others just say that I'm fat and short. I'm the only child of my rich successful parents who own the biggest company in country L.

Sofiya smiled at me. "I don't feel like it," I whispered, looking down at my body. I had too much mass in my chest and butt. I had a flat stomach and I could see my ribs. My hands and legs were very skinny too. I really needed to stop hating my body. Master said it was perfect so it had to be true.

Hiroto slaps him in the back while he chokes on his words and turns to Hiroto in his familiar tyrant look "I am not fat!!!!. You're all just thin little chopstick bitches.Adam, I am supporting you, so you owe me 5 bucks; Adam and I are not fat, we're buff. You're all toothpicks that we could break in half. So clearly we're the strongest of this group. Muahahahaha!!!"Everyone including me looks at him weirdly, it's like a kid on an extreme sugar rush and a serial killer together

He deliberately said, “Oh no, oh no, I’ve turned into a big fatty.” “You’ve only gained a few pounds compared to before. It’s not a bad thing. Don’t act like the sky is falling.”

They roll the windows down, " You both have put on some fat. " Saavi says, rolling the window down. We sat in the back seat of the car. We adjust somehow. Sas and Sim stare at her. I giggle, " She said.. some fat." I say. " Are you still forty-seven? " Sim asks about my weight. I nod my head, " Lucky! I put on four kg this week. " Sas says " How did you do it?" Sim asks.

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.