what's up my dudes

Getting so fat that you go from having slight love handles to them being a part of your massive side stomach. You can grab heaping handfuls of fat on each side and shake your massive gut and watch it ripple with lard. There is no small gut now, just a giant mass of fat and your own greed that got you here. Your belly button isn't even visible; it's buried under your upper stomach, which folds over the lower part. It hangs over your legs and stops you from pleasuring yourself. It pulls you down and makes it hard to walk when standing, and pins you to the couch when you sit down. You run out of breath shifting it around and getting comfortable. Forget finding clothes that fit over it; they all just ride up your huge gut so everyone can see how fat you are. Even baggy clothing won't stop the under hang from peeking out. There is no escaping the giant ball of flesh that you turned yourself into. You made yourself a fat, obese cow, and now you have to pay the price for being so gluttonous and horny.

Or maybe the rest won’t catch up. The difference will only grow bigger.

Conservative beauty standards are back with a vengeance which means it's especially important to go out this summer with bellies out and bodies unshaved. Also be unapologetically disabled with mobility aids and wearable medical devices and stim toys and ear defenders and all that stuff. You need it. People need to see it. Everyone needs to be reminded that life is unquestioningly more enjoyable when you're not living inside an arbitrary set of rules created by people who are offended by all the wrong things.