Watch me sprawl across the bed and set every greedy inch of blubbery flesh quaking for you. I roll from side to side so my colossal belly and ponderous, wobbling butt slap and ripple in thick, indulgent waves. Between gasps, I tease you with tales of the endless Las Vegas buffets I demolished—plate after plate piling onto my already overfed frame—until my clothes strain, seams scream, and softness bulges out in every direction. Listen as I revel in how much heavier, softer, and more piggishly out of shape I’ve become, all while my body keeps jiggling, bouncing, and flaunting every luscious pound just for your hungry eyes.
