chapter 3 it sways as i move.....

When I was lighter, I never gave much notice of the bumps in the road but at this weight all I feel is the vibrations of my fat jiggling even after I had already drove over the bump yards ago. The craziest sensation that I had to get used to feeling was how my fuda took over my nether regions. Feeling your "member" engulfed by your own fat is quite crazy because when I stand up now my body now resembles that of a being who could pass for a ssbhm as well as a shapeless blob. I have to move the seat far back because my gut is the barrier between me and the steering wheel and I am lucky that I have long arms and even those can get heavy because they resemble a moderate fat person's legs not thighs. As I approach the store, I remember how I used to park at the end of the parking as to give myself added exercise but fast forward now; that is way to far for me to walk but I don't want to parking in a physically challenged person's parking spot. I am getting to the stage that I am starting to consider that those shopping scooters might be my future. As I park, I take off the seatbelt extender and struggle to get up and I give a countdown and then I commence to waddling to the entrance of the store. I can imagine how I look waddling away but I sure do know how it feels. Every step now is a struggle; folks have no idea how much energy it takes to move a mass of a body like this. You can tell by folks looking at me that they are noticing how my body moves as I "walk". No one ever really describes what it feels like to be this heavy. Your knees always hurt and you feel like you want to walk faster but you feel like you are walking in mud. Your thighs always run together and your "member" is always in case in this udder gut called a fuda. Hell, just looking down at your body becomes both a feeling of disgust as well as complete elation because a fattened body is way more sensual than expect. You feel every jiggle and you have a secret that your fat rubbing against your clothing get you aroused. And the way your butt feels, both cheeks move on their own independently and you can feel this the whole time. Even now, I get distracted in how it feels but I must remember that I waddled here to get something for my mom but another sensation arises. It is my most reliable and true best friend; the feeling of constant hunger and the need to feed.