Kenna is shocked by the sheer amount of fat on my back. She's never seen someone with as much as back fat as I have. She teases me that the fat rolls on my back are bigger than my breasts; that they hang down so far that they touch the top of my butt shelf. Her whole hand easily fits under one of the sagging mounds of flesh. She squeezes them much like one would squeeze a breast while admiring their hang. She compares it to a belly hang. She comments on how a new roll of fat is forming above my butt shelf. She asks me what I've been eating and I joking respond with everything. My ever growi... Show more