We looked like a pair of pigs that had been rolling around in the mud as we stepped into the shower. Our bodies smeared with chocolate sauce and the remnants of the whipped cream. He gave me a lazy smile as I began washing his chest. The fat from my biceps hung down heavily making my motions sluggish. As it should given my upper arms were easily triple the size of his. He was standing about a foot away from me but the fat around my midsection jutted forth only inches from pressing into him. As I continued washing him the thick layer of soft fat that engulfs my body jiggled with my slightest... Show more