The art of j/o

Reflecting on various postures of jacking off through gaining 255+ lbs (116 kg) from my lowest adult weight, not unlike the surrender to sitting down to urinate and then abandoning the toilet seat for sitting straight on the bowl. My preferred j/o posture was standing or kneeling well into the mid 300's (up to 170 kg), but then I noticed some fatigue and the need to sit or lie down. At some point past 170 kg (375 and over), I was more comfortable and competent lying on my back. Over 400 lbs (and closer to 190 kgs) I needed to lift up the right side of my belly to allow access to what remained of my member, "Little Elvis" as my therapist used to call him and all penises. Realizing that I've lived a full 10 years at 400 and over, my belly has softened and dropped further than I could have imagined.

At first, my left forearm would ache from the strain of jacking my cock under such a heavy belly and I got off on how much exertion it took. Then I got the right hand involved with hoisting my belly out of the way to lighten the load. Grasping it now is something like the softest beanbag or waterbed; it spills out of my hand and is harder to maintain grasp with each passing month. The struggle to reach, lift and complete a jack is physically demanding in a way I could not have anticipated. My ex-husband had the ingenious idea of using his left leg to hoist up my belly; he was lean enough that it fit underneath brilliantly and I've invited subsequent partners to use their left leg as a kickstand for my gut and it feels marvelous (for me, and I hope for them).

My Holy Grail is two loving encouragers to take me to newer, bolder, larger dimensions but in this single season of my life, I'm still having fun and learning new skills. Happy growing, friends.