Hope everyone enjoys soft fat in soft morning light.

Ever take a photo of yourself that’s just kinda a “holy shit” moment?

I know your basement is uninsurable. It’s too often flooded. 😘

This was promptly interrupted by the sound of my pizza being ready. I have my priorities.

Not sure what to say other than I think I look fucking sexy and want to share that with you all.

People talk about button-popping as a badge of honour. But I this is what always happens to me.

Everyone carries their phone like this, right?

Not an optimal camera angle. But it still gets the point across.

Let me just get this out of the way….

I’m far too negligent of my Bluesky.

Gotta be thorough.

A study in lighting.

I’m waaaaay too into my own body sometimes.

Sometimes the photos my partner takes when I’m not looking are really pretty hot.

In all fairness, this door frame isn’t standard width. But seeing this does put in perspective why I keep finding myself wedged while coming and going.

And by “it,” I mean each and every thing about me.

It’s as soft as it is large.

On Grommr recently I asked if it was more rude to manspread or adjust one’s fatpad in public. I present today the context for that question.

Guess I’ll just sit here and jiggle while I wait for my frozen pizza.

Can we all take a moment just to sit back and appreciate how fucking doughy I look? Thank you for your attention to this important matter.

It’s so nice to get out of my work clothes.

These jiggles brought to you by kimchi braised tofu, rice and cucumbers.

I don’t think I was even conscious of the stretch marks on my belly until this picture.

I’ve been in this chair since I got home from work. Should probably figure out dinner.

Evidently my partner’s finger slipped, opened his phone camera, and snapped a picture while I was adjusting a lamp.

The fact that this thing fits in a thong is truly a marvel of modern engineering. Also, so bouncy!

Damn, I’m looking good.

I swear this shirt fit better last week.

Full-length mirror has already proven its value.

And for those of you into fatpads.

Feeling fat in my new 1,000lb capacity bed.

My “I’m not going out” vibe.

Sometimes self-care is as simple as unbuttoning pants.

It’s not going to spoon itself.

Beds hate to see me coming.

Friday nights are for Chinese food-induced food comas.

Seems I’m still really pretty fat.

Safe to say my method for jerking off has changed drastically over time.

I’m still amazed at the fortitude of these thongs.

Saturdays, am I right?

A lesson in fluid dynamics.

So, so full

Wobble wobble wobble wobble

Wiiiiide

Late night, work from home #tummytuesday

Desperate Times

Full frontal but showing nothing. The wonders of a fupa.