As I raise my gloriously fat-laden arms, they ripple and jiggle with every slight motion, a testament to their sheer, overwhelming size. My fingers sink deep into the most flabby, pliant parts, disappearing into the plush softness with ease. The thick, doughy flesh gives way beneath my touch, a reminder of just how much I’ve grown. You can’t miss it—these arms, round and massive, could easily rival the thighs of someone who’s totally let themselves go, and I love it.