When you've ballooned to my massive size, every inch of my soft, jiggling body betrays me in the hottest way. Dragging this mountain of lard feels like a sinful tease; my thick thighs rubbing together, slick with sweat, as I waddle just a few steps. They're so laden with fat that my muscles have atrophied and they've become so weak now. They quiver under the weight of my enormous body with each movement. In all honesty, my legs have become almost completely useless aside from being vessels for me to store more fat. Short walks? Nearly impossible. They make my legs throb and ache from the effort, my breath shortens and comes in hot, pathetic pants and gasps. Standing for more than a minute? Couldn't be me. My legs buckle, forcing me to lean against anything to help support my massive body. My mobility scooter is my absolute savior. It keeps me from having to walk and move much at all. But when I'm without it? I'm thankful for my cane to help support my soft, swollen body.