Can we all take a moment to just appreciate how massively, impossibly fat my legs have gotten? I swear the last 25 pounds went straight to these thick, heavy, blubbery thighs and calves and I'm loving every pound of. The way my knee rolls hang down almost to my calves? Insane. I can't get enough!

They're heavier to move now, too. It's so much extra weight hanging off my frame, and I live for that struggle. Moving these fat thighs past each other to walk? Getting harder every single day. My waddle is more pronounced than ever and honestly? I want more. I want them so packed with lard that I can barely walk at all, that I'm panting and sweating just from trying to waddle a few steps.

My mobility's dwindling by the day and that's the whole point. I want to be trapped in my own fat, too immobile to do anything but grow softer, wider, more helpless. Every step becoming a deliberate, heaving effort, until finally, one day, it becomes impossible.

I want to outgrow walking completely, to have my thighs so overstuffed with fat that they lock together, that standing becomes impossible. My belly becomes so heavy that it pins me to my bed. I need to be so fat that I'm unable to move. I want complete immobility. I long to be so fat that I'm unable to even roll over onto my side without assistance.

This is what I was built for. More. Always more.

(Please excuse the poor formatting on this post- for some reason OnlyFans will not allow my line breaks to stay for the first few paragraphs.)