Just imagine the feeling of having to defecate, and being stuck in bed by your colossal weight. Unable to to get up by mountains of lard that keep you siting. Then having to do it in a diaper, feeling your excrements coming out of your fat white ass, feeling your impotence and humiliation. All your inhibitions going away as you reduce yourself to this level of embarrassment.
Even worst , having to ring a bell to call your female caregiver ( who you have a huge crush on) to tell her that you soiled yourself and need to be changed and wiped.
Knowing that your caregiver is disgusted by you and your poop, and that she’ll never want to have sex with you. Feeling her hands wiping your anus as she frowns from the smell of your poop. Seeing her face of disgust.
That is the feeling that Paul Mason felt every day, four to eight times a day.
