I don't know why but I've really come to love the idea of a girl getting too fat to masturbate comfortably.
Like, just imagine: you are sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at your thickened reflection in the mirror, getting more and more turned on at the sight of new fat deposits and stretchmarks. You touch your tits, which have exploded with the recent added weight, and want nothing more than to reach down to touch yourself, knowing that it is already wet.
But the problem is you can't. You started having trouble maybe 30 pounds ago, when you realized you have to squeeze your arm through the crevice of flesh between your belly and thigh. That crevice has grown deeper, though, and your chubbier arm cannot fit through it to allow your fingers between your thighs anymore.
That's not the only problem, though. Your belly has gotten so big that you can't even think of masturbating while sitting up. The hanging mass of fat sits atop your lap when you are upright. Spreading your legs as wide as they can go now only allows it to spill between them, creating a curtain of blubber that blocks the view you know would be so enticing. And that's not even to mention the weight. You've tried to pick it up and hold it out of the way so you can reach down and finger yourself, but all that did was make you lose your breath and leave both your arms sore for a week.
Your thighs are an issue as well. They, like everything else on you, are too fat. Their tree trunk size makes it so that they are almost constantly touching each other, whether you're walking, sitting, or even spreading your legs. The rub between them is so intense that you've chafed your way through multiple pairs of pants. But the rubbing also feels so good, and when you get excited the jiggling and touching only serves to stimulate you more.
So, because of everything, you have to try to masturbate in a very particular way. You have to lie all the way back, pull your belly up as much as possible and hope it doesn't droop back down, spread your legs as much as you can now, and reach your arm down between the folds of your belly and thigh, fighting the weight just to touch yourself. And even then, your gelatinous fupa blocks the final back. You can grab the top and shake it, but it's not the same feeling as pushing your fingers into your own soaking wetness. The problem is that all the extra barriers, testaments to just how enormous you've gotten, just make you more lustful.
So you lay on the bed, mountainous stomach jiggling atop your ruined body, desperately shaking your own thighs and fupa to get some kind of stimulation. You pant from the sensation and effort, and moan from it feeling good but not being quite enough. "I'm just too fat." You moan to yourself. "I'm too fat to even touch myself." You still end up cumming.
So the next time you're on your computer you finally break down and buy some toys. Anything to give you the extra bit of reach and leverage to get yourself off.
OK, maybe I do get why I like that idea so much.
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