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I want you to watch me get soaking wet. Water running down the hills and valleys that make up the cellulite-covered landscape that is my blubbery body. My every movement causes a cascade of ripples throughout the overabundant blanket of lard that covers every inch of me. My breath became labored from the exertion of lifting and cleaning under the heavy rolls of fat that cover my core. My pendulous belly and vast thighs are getting in the way as I contort myself to be able to clean my fat-encased womanhood. Fat piling up awkwardly around my middle as I bend my back to clean the mass of fat that makes up my shelf-like behind.