I love how my body moves more and more like a liquid. Sloshing in waves of soft, pliable fat like a plump water balloon. It's hypnotic, addicting, and overwhelmingly arousing, knowing that every inch of this wobbling mound was put there by my own hedonism and greed. The very idea of excess, of overindulgence... It turns me on and draws a hungry growl from my swelling gut. How could more of a good thing ever be bad? How could I not want more of this?