The smell was unbearable. Paul could feel the stickiness of his excrement between his fluffy diaper and his flabby ass.
âDid you have an accident?â Cally asked politely, while trying to cover her nose.
Paul blushed a deep red. This was the thing he hated the most about being so obese. He couldnât walk to toilet, so he had to go back to wearing diapers like a baby. The feeling of impotence and lost of independence was too much for him. He couldnât do anything about it. He was too fat, and too hungry.
He was truly a disgusting figure. Two logs of celulite ridden legs that kept him in bed, a gigantic belly that filled his lap. Although he could not see it, his ass was humongous, white as ghost. Triple chins and even man boobs that were the same size as Callyâs. A fat wreck. A puddle of lard.
Cally Parker, his new caregiver, was the opposite. Young and fit, with a beautiful face and two green eyes. It would be her first time taking care of him.
âYou donât have to be shy, Iâm gonna take care of you.â Said Cally joyfully, reaching for toilet paper and a sponge.
Paul sat in his own waste, avoiding eye contact.
Cally opened his nappy, reviling his full incontinence. Paul started to cry from the humiliation. She wiped his ass clean, sponged and powdered his skin, and put him in a fresh diaper.
âAll done, Paul. Iâm gonna bring you something to eatâ Cally said as she left the room.
Food was the only thing that gave Paul some happiness. He knew he was gonna be a fat pig till the day he died. He would live that embarrassing life that he chose.