Refer back to my second journal entry for full context: https://www.furaffinity.net/journal/9615984/

My friends who live upstairs, and their kids, all went on a vaycay over the weekend. It was just three cats and me, starting on Thursday and lasting til Monday. So I got all my old "mega fat suit" stuff out of storage and brought it here. Everything except the two old Foof chairs that made up the "blubber butt" part of it. They were too old and musty, so I had to get rid of them. As a substitute, I used a love seat, an ottoman, some boxes to act as footrests, and a couple of pillows to go on top of the footrests to make them more comfy. The "blubber belly" part was all intact. All the components fit in four large plastic storage boxes that all fit neatly into the corner of the downstairs storeroom.

It had been three years since I'd done this. I call it "blissing" or "bliss therapy." First, I should describe my living arrangement. Back in 2018, I lost my apartment when the old landlord quit the landlording biz (which was something he did on the side) and the new landlord came in and immediately hiked up the combined cost of rent and utilities from $500 a month to $703 a month. So I moved into my former college roommate's basement (his wife and kids, who are all Full House fans, think of me as their "Uncle Joey"). That's why I no longer bliss just any ol' time I want and also why I had all that stuff packed up in storage in my family's garage. They didn't mind because it was all neatly packed up in storage boxes and it all fit in one side of the garage. Anyway, the moment my friends told me about their vacation plan, I starting coming up with my own (of sorts). And believe me. This very much was every bit as much a vacation for me as it was for them. All I had to do was take care of the cats and their litter. And the cats wouldn't mind what else I did besides that, as long as I was present and didn't leave them alone for too long at a time (they tend to get bored and/or forlorn).

A few days before Thursday, I went and got the stuff. It only took two trips, though I was planning for four since there are four boxes. I tweaked the plan and the arrangement of things a bit by taking stuff out and cramming it in my car. I ended up with all the stuff AND all four boxes (and the lids to go with them). On Wednesday, I'd planned to go to Walmart in the afternoon and buy some very specific ice cream to stuff myself with, but because of the whole situation with the c0of and whatnot, they're no longer open 24/7. They stay closed at night so they can clean everything. Same for all the other department stores. So went back around mid-day the next day. Walmart's the only one that carries the kind of ice cream I use for blissing. It has to be "sugar-free." It's not really sugar-free, so that's false advertising, but that's a topic for another time. It has to contain sorbitol, xylitol, or some other natural fruit sugar. In large quantities, those sugars cause bloating (part of the whole blissing experience if you want the FULL effect). I didn't know for sure how much I'd need, so I only got two containers of ice cream: Blue Bunny Sweet Freedom strawberry swirl and Breyers Carb Smart chocolate. In the past, I've used Edy's Sugar-Free triple chocolate, but I can't find that anymore. Edy's is still around, I just haven't seen that specific flavor.

Aside from the ice cream, I also bought something to chug it out of. It's just an ordinary container meant for beverages and it's big enough to hold all the ice cream from two boxes. I forget what size it is, but it's more than a gallon. I also bought some Metamucil and lavender lotion. Also two blocks of pepperjack cheese and two heads of broccoli. The idea was to combine all that stuff to induce even MORE uncontrollable flatulence as I'd done back in 2018. At one point, I managed to fart over 1,000 times in a day while blissing my brains out and wallowing in a lethargic stupor, making Pearl from 'Blade' (a BIG part of my inspiration for this whole thing) look like a lightweight. More on that later.

I should describe in detail how I put the blubber belly together since I think I glanced over that in the other journal entry. First, there are three bed sheets. There are actually more than that, but I went with the bare minimum this time since I wasn't going for a "perfect build" or whatever. Four would be ideal and there's no need for more, but I went with three. It was one purple sheet, not sure what size, and two king-size flesh-tone beige ones. I also have a third king-size beige one and a king-size brown one. I laid out the purple one and put together the first half of the blubber belly. It was made up of two dog beds, three body pillows (plain ones, no designs), and a soft fluffy comforter. Then I tied the ends together in an "X" pattern. After finishing that part, I picked it up and put it off to the side. Then I laid out a beige sheet. That one ended up containing another three body pillows and several soft fluffy comforters. Tied it up the same way. Then I put that off to the side and laid out another beige sheet. Then I put the purple half in there, then the beige half, then I tied those together. Not in an "X" pattern, though. It's wider than it is tall or deep, and it's quite deep.

The next trick was to get it into position on top of the love seat/ottoman combo. Took some effort, but I did it. Also, I covered the love seat's cushions with yet another comforter. The love seat is a bit wider than the blubber belly, but not nearly as wide as my two Foof chairs which were between 15 and 16 feet wide when put next to each other. Imagine actually having a butt that wide! Every apartment I've ever put the old version of this thing in, the butt part always filled my bedroom from wall to wall! Anyway, I just filled in the gaps with my imagination, so I imagined my blubberrump being ridiculously huge. I also imagined that the ottoman was an udder.

Next order of biz was to make the love seat as comfy as possible so I could wallow in a lethargic stupor of euphoric bliss beyond imagination. I have one of those chair-shaped pillows and some various other assorted regular pillows and cushions. Once everything was just right, I stripped naked and slathered my belly and moobs in lavender lotion, then I half-sat/half-laid back in the love seat and pulled the blubber belly on top of myself, letting the belly force my legs to spread far and wide. It was wondrous! Almost as wondrous as it was with the Foof chair butt cheeks. But given what I have available, it was the best I could manage. Definitely worth the effort. After I got comfy, I pumped myself full of melted ice cream. Two containers worth of ice cream, when melted, had provided for as many as five helpings in the past, but for this blissing session, it turned out to be four (more like four and a third). That probably means I was chugging more heartily than before. Maybe because it had been so long since last time and I was really eager to enjoy it as much as possible. What counts as one helping to me is 33 chugs. I chose that number because the number "3" looks like a butt. So I'd get a rhythmic pattern going so I wouldn't have to just plain count the ordinary way. It goes like this: three chugs, pause, three chugs, pause, five chugs. Total of eleven. Repeat two more times. I ended up with my belly stuffed, but it was just the right amount, so it wasn't painful. The lavender lotion took less than half an hour to take effect. I felt sooo sleepy! It was beautiful! Talk about wallowing in a lethargic stupor of euphoric bliss from which there's NO ESCAPE!

Technically, there's a "escape" in the sense that I can just slip out of it in the case of a bathroom emergency. It never got to the point of what I'd call an "emergency," though, just regular bathroom breaks. Anyway, I started farting only an hour after chugging the first helping, and only became more bloated with each helping. It gets really hot, though, so I had to take breaks every so often. Over the course of three and a half days (technically three and a half days, plus three and a half hours almost exactly), starting at 3:33 PM Thursday and ending at 7:03 AM Monday, I farted 913 times. Kind of a disappointment seeing as how my record is over 1,000 over the course of a full 24-hour day. I'd take a dose of Metamucil in between helpings or when I was taking a break from blissing. It didn't seem to add much to the bloatedness, but it did aid digestion. I ended up going through six containers of ice cream, each time getting the same two and mixing those two same kinds. But I also ended up screwing myself out of about two whole helpings (possibly a bit more than that) by mixing Metamucil in with it. It was a failed experiment. Turned the bloat cream into an awful paste that looked like cake batter designed by a mad scientist who moonlighted as an insane clown. Didn't taste too good either. Might have tasted better if I'd mixed it with just the chocolate ice cream. Then it might have been a bit more like pudding. The consistency was too thick, so it wouldn't pour. Had to eat it with a spoon. Force-fed myself some of it, but the Metamucil didn't really enhance the bloating effect, and I ended up throwing the rest of it away. That's why I consider it a failed experiment. So that certainly contributed to my not breaking 1,000.

I imagined myself in the most humiliating situation possible, being a living spectacle of bloated overindulgence to be publicly pampered and force-fed forever while being squished and squeezed, tickled and teased by an entire planet's population of "manic pixie dream grrls" just like you see in my bloated blubbery art, farting uncontrollably in front of everyone for all eternity, surrounded by cameras, video screens all over the planet. Every moment broadcast all around the world. And not only that, but I imagined that everyone had a remote massager and I was lying back in a big comfy bed that was linked to all the remote massagers in the whole wide world. All the cuddle-crazy maniacs in the world would massage, caress, tickle, and fondle my butt cheeks, my butt crack, and my udder. Any and all parts of me that came in contact with the bed. They'd also rub my back, my head, and my helpless legs just to make me relax even more. Oh, but that's not all.

The more humiliated I felt, the sweeter my world-famous farts would smell (in reality, my gas didn't have much of a scent since my "fart fuel" didn't have a high sulfur content), delighting everyone gathered around me while also making the world more beautiful. I imagine that I hadn't even been their helpless pet blubber blob for two weeks and they'd already fattened me up to well over five tons! They'd tell me that I'd be the size of a mountain in less than a year and my blubberrump would be visible from space! The thought would make me blush helplessly and my bowels would relax even more, making me fart bigger, fatter, and more uncontrollably, increasing my humiliation with every passing moment, much to the delight of all the giggle-grrls in the entire world, especially the ones gathered all around me (most especially the ones gathered around my blubberrump).

They gave me the most embarrassing name imaginable and forced me to recite a "slogan" of sorts that was intended to humiliate me even more and make me dwell on the fact that I was going to be a public spectacle forever. It went like this: "My name is Blubberfart Tickletushy Blubberrump the Forever Flatulent." Then they made me say the slogan three times: "My gassy anus is world-famous." Everyone in the whole wide world could see the overwhelming embarrassment on my face and could hear my squeaky voice cracking with humiliation, causing everyone to giggle with delight as they used their remote massagers to caress and tickle the most sensitive parts of my entire blubbery body, making my whole body relax inside and out as I farted bigger, fatter, and more uncontrollably than ever before.

So, yeah. The experience gave me inspiration (including some new ideas) and now I might have to write yet another story involving force-feeding, digesting in complete comfort, farting naked in public, ridiculous overindulgence, public pampering and massaging, and humiliation beyond imagination!