Throughout this clip, I'll be applying lotion to the shapeless blob-like mass of quivering blubber that I call my body.  Applying lotion should be a simple enough task, but for an overfed sow like me, it's a chore.  The thick layer of fat hanging from my limbs weighs me down, and the stockpile of lard that has accumulated around my midsection restricts my mobility.  I've eaten myself into a state where my fingers effortlessly sink into the depths of my softness.  The exertion of talking while working the lotion into my cellulite-ridden skin leaves me flushed.  It's obscene how out of shape I've become.