undercover-feedee

Also Grace on Erid being just on that cusp on immobility, but Rocky's inventions and aids keep him going!!!!! Uhg. You're brilliant for this. I keep turning it over in my head.

THANKS im glad you like it!!

cupping a boob in your hand. just hold it. let the weight of it fill your palm

idly bouncing a boob against your fingers

bouncing a belly hang against your palm

laying back and finding the center of the belly and pressing intermittently. bwomp bwomp bwomp. look at that ripple

rubbing back and forth along the bottom of an overhang, noting how the bottom of the belly is soft in a different way from the top (bonus points for dimpled overhangs, W bellies, stretchmarks, cellulite)

curling your fingers around a roll. squeezing, massaging, holding

using a roll to shake a whole belly

framing a belly with both hands and squeezing, squishing, bouncing

wobbling a wide, jiggly thigh

placing ur fingers underneath a shelf of an ass and bouncing. one cheek, both cheeks, who gaf

tracing the curve of plump cheeks, double chins, soft necks with a knuckle or the pads of your fingers

splaying your hand across any wide, soft body part (belly, sides, thighs, ass) and just. feeling. rocking the palm back and forth, pressing fingertips against the surface. soaking up the warmth and comfort

running your hand up and down a whole fat torso, chest to hips, memorizing the landscape of rolls and swells and stretch marks and cellulite

finding clusters of older stretchmarks, noting the different textures between it and unmarked skin

i was trying on a bathing suit bottom with these cute strings to tie on the side, and i just. couldn’t for the life of me remember how to tie them? and it got me thinking—i haven’t worn shoes i had to tie in well over a year.

i could barely reach with both hands to make the knot—my tits were in the way, my belly filled the space i had to reach over… i got exhausted just trying to reach

i wear things that’re easy to get on and easy to get off. i can’t bend over too well because my belly is in the way. it’s starting to hang so, so low.. and i can’t even reach my feet anymore—if i tried to paint my nails it would be exhausting, i’d be out of breath in seconds

it makes me wonder what’s next. will i forget the little trick i use to get bras on? will i forget how to hoist myself up off the floor sometime in the next 100 pounds?

and then, when i finally get to those “too big to live alone without a caretaker” sizes, what will be next?

clumsy, fat fingers unable to button up shirts. the same overly softened hands struggling to hold a fork, eating without utensils is just so much easier.. can’t reach around my belly enough to button any pants, either, it’ll have been years (and hundreds of pounds of lard) since i could even see what i’m doing, anyways