The way my soft, heavy lower belly and fupa wobbles and ripples under your touch is mesmerizing—pure, unfiltered indulgence in motion. Every squeeze and shake sends waves through my thick, pliant fat, making it jiggle uncontrollably with the slightest movement. It’s so heavy, so pillowy, so impossibly soft, yet every quiver and bounce makes it feel so very heavy. You can see it—see the way my fat trembles and undulates, proof of just how gloriously out of control my appetite has become.