undercover-feedee

Part of him wanted to just plop back into bed, surrender his mobility completely, and just let her feed him further into enormousness, but the louder voice in his head was pleading with him to get out now, while he could still manage even this meager waddle. His shirt barely covered half his torso. His elastic shorts were slipping down as the wobbling masses of his sides and butt shook with his slightest movement.

His double chin bunched as he turned to see the bed he'd ventured from: sagging in the middle, the enormous divot his weight had formed over countless sedentary hours gorging an uncountable number calories looked almost welcoming. He couldn't have been more than a few feet away, but he felt too far to turn back.

Bracing his hands on the side of the door frame, he tried to catch his breath, feeling drips of sweat running down his back. Mustering what little strength remained beneath all his fat, he took the last step he needed to exit the room and claim his freedom…

Only to feel unforgiving entryway pinching at his sides.

Stuck.

He'd have blurted out a swear if he had enough breath to get a word out.

Bracing his meaty hands on the frame, he tried to pull himself through, feeling the fat on his sides squeezing against the rolls of his back and butt, but fail to give way.

Huffing, he pushed himself back into the room, panic rising. How could he have trapped himself like this?

Turning, he felt confident he'd fit through sideways. His belly brushed the frame, his butt squishing as he leaned his way out of the room.

He felt himself getting stuck again, but he was close. The wood of the frame was groaning. His knees begging for relief.

He just… needed… to…

With a relieved POP, he felt himself release.

Then realized the shelf of his butt was now separated by the frame. One globular cheek on each side. Properly stuck now. His belly, still taut and plump full of a morning's worth of treats, uncomfortably pressed against the other side of the frame.

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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.

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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