These days I feel like I'm made of nothing but dough. Sensitive, wobbling fat. I love the way it's starting to hang down between my legs. I love the way it's starting to drape over my fat thighs to fill in between them. How my thighs balloon up and press into the bottom of my overhang.
Maybe love isn't the right word. I'm obsessed with it. With how far I can take this, how much worse I can make it. I could sit and fondle my belly for hours, obsessing over how different my body feels to how it used to feel. How different it looks. The adrenaline I get from doing this to myself is hot and frightening. 🥵
All Fattened Up
2022-06-27 22:27:26 +0000 UTCJumbobelly
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