Low hang, heavy bounce (Patreon)

The bounce reminds me of how I used to run.

Three, five, sometimes ten kilometres. My smooth, powerful movements, and how nothing would shift. Not even with the impact of my feet hitting the pavement. But as I softened and spread, as I grew plump and blushing, new sensations were introduced to the experience of my body. Now, a wobble ripples through my tender, responsive fat even from breathing. The slightest shift in position sends me bouncing all over. I can't believe this is the same stomach that used to twist around corners and flex with my measured breaths. I did this to myself. I didn't have to, but I did. Desire got the better of me, and look what it's done 🥵🥵 Shall I go further?