Washing the fat (Patreon)

Showering is a chore, a struggle I face daily as a morbidly obese pig. The water pressure is weak against my blubber, making every rinse a laborious task. Soap suds cling to my rolls, can barely reach everywhere I need to, and the towel barely wraps around me, a reminder of how fucking fat I really am. It's a battle to clean every inch of my massive frame, and by the time I'm done, I'm exhausted.

Rinsing off is a test of endurance, and I often end up needing assistance or help, my fat frame struggles to get in and out easily.

Despite the difficulties, I wouldn't have it any other way. The effort it takes to wash my enormity is a reminder of my size, of the sacrifices I make to achieve my goal of immobility. Each struggle is a step closer to the life I crave - a life where showering and bathing are no longer a concern, as I lay immobile, a mountain of blubber, forever free from the burdens of mobility. Just eating myself fatter and more morbidly obese than the day before. 🐖😴