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The fat pad experience? Fuck, it’s become one of the hottest parts of my gain.

It’s this thick soft layer that’s grown so much I can actually see it pushing out in my underwear now. I love how it bounces and jiggles when I walk, the way it presses against my thighs with every step. When I sit down I feel my lower belly resting on top of it, and that constant contact just reminds me how much fatter I’ve gotten. When I get hard it pushes down heavily on my dick, almost smothering it, and that pressure feels insanely good.

Jerking off has completely changed too. It’s like a soft warm springboard under my hand. I have to push down into it to get a proper grip on my cock, and the way it gives and rebounds just makes everything feel more intense. The whole area is so much more sensitive now. Sex, masturbation, even just getting turned on, everything hits different and way hotter than it used to.

You mumble, "I need to get to the bathroom..."

My eyes don't blink. I love every opportunity to see you struggle to move. You grunt and groan as you wiggle yourself to the edge of the couch. Then there is the usual rocking back and forth... I can't look away. Hundreds of pounds of fat jiggle as you desperately pull yourself into a standing position.

Once you were up, you looked around for your cane. You were surprisingly strong... over 700lbs of fat, and all you needed was a cane to assist you. It wasn't there to hold the load, but just to steady you as you waddled. Sometimes I wanted to hide it from you... to see you heave your belly, back and forth as you waddled without assistance. It reached your knees, and you had a hard time controlling it enough to keep your center of gravity. It's why you needed the cane.

I heard another loud burp and saw your fat hand reach down to your bloated, full belly. You paused your waddle, just to touch yourself. I heard you groan, "Oh, God... I'm so fucking full..."

Yet again, all I could do was smile and watch. You seemed to recover, and you continued your trek to the bathroom. Waddling towards the bathroom, I couldn't look away from how large your ass was. It was a shelf of fat below your back. Each cheek jiggled as you stepped. The rolls of fat making up your thighs followed suit. I wanted to take you right there, but I knew it wasn't possible while you were standing.