You linger in the bathroom as I get ready to take a shower. I ask if you're going to stay and watch. You nod and back up into the bathroom doorway to be able to take in all of my big, blubbery blob-bod in. I'm shy at first, blushing as I soap up my saggy breasts and flabby double-belly. I know that you love seeing me like this, soaking wet and jiggling with the slightest movement that I make. I start talking about how hard it is for me to wash myself while standing up now, with how fat I have gotten and how out of shape I am. Every breath comes harder as my fat hangs low, soft, supple, and dripping wet, the weight of it pulling me. You love seeing me like this, struggling to do an everyday task, breathless, and achingly yours.