1:00PM Breakfast was delicious as usual and of course every last scrap of the caloric meal now sits heavily in my belly, turning into more fat probably! My entire front of stained with grease, sauce, sugar, syrup, and crumbs! ‘I knew your greedy fat ass would eat the lot!’ Carla giggle slapping my stuffed gut hard causing a short loud… *FFFHHTTT* …to slip out! ‘Do you need to go?’ She follows up as my ass continues to fill the room with gas. ‘Yeah…. *PPPHHHTT* …desperately!’ I whine releasing another fart into the already stale air. ‘It’s not surprising, you’ve singlehandedly ate enough calories to feed 4 people in 1, 30 minutes stuffing!’ She informs me proudly ‘I’m just getting UUUURRPP started baby! Quickly help me to the bathroom…’ I ask unable to get out of bed myself, I can still walk, just, but I need a lot of help with standing. Through trial and error we found that if Carla moves my belly first, the rest of my body is slightly easier to move because the weight of my gut pulling me forward. She uses all her effort to push my belly over my right leg, which causes my left hip to slightly raise of the bed, although you can’t actually see my hip off the mattress because of the amount of flab surrounding it but trust me it’s off and it helps with the next stage. ‘My my my! Someone’s happy to see me!’ Carla giggles as my throbbing penis is revealed from under my gut ‘I’m still hard from *FFFHHTTT* breakfast’ I blush unable to stop Carla from wrapping her tidy hand around the base of my shaft. ‘Hmm, it would be such a shame to waste the opportunity…’ she says seductively as her hand works it’s way up and down my big 10 inch cock. ‘But Carla! I’m desperate for the *FFFHHTT* toilet!’ ‘Considering you’re so fucking fat that you can’t move without my help…you couldn’t stop me even if you tried’ Carla giggles cockily as she ties her long wavy hair back into a ponytail before disappearing behind my belly. She was absolutely right, I was completely under her control and as her soft went lips wrapped themselves around the top of my dick, I was powerless. I just hoped I didn’t accidentally shit myself! Carla works her magic on my cock and has me cumming hard in just a few minutes, she obviously knows how desperate for the bathroom I am and doesn’t fancy having to clean my shit up from the bed…again. Eventually my legs are swung over the edge of the bed and my feet planted on the ground. Carla couldn’t pull me onto my feet singlehandedly, so instead of having to get one of the staff to help, she had a winch system installed. She helps me out my arm through 2 individual slings that fit comfortably under my armpits, then with the push of a button, the slings begin to retract up to the ceiling, pulling me up with it! The sudden repositioning of my belly causes a series of flatulence to escape from my ass, much to Carla’s amusement! As I begin the short journey to be bathroom, I can feel every ounce of fat on my body jiggling! It’s a strange feeling walking with a belly that slaps heavily against your own legs constantly, because it hangs lows and touches my feet, it feels like I’m walking through a bowl of thick porridge, that may sound like an odd description but it’s the only way I can word it, everything feels so slow and difficult, like some kind of nightmare where you’re screaming but nothing comes out. Although Carla had all the doors widened to 50 inches, I still struggle to squeeze through them, I have to kind of turn diagonally and allow Carla to feed my flan through the frame. After finally squeezing through, I set my eyes on the porcelain throne. Carla had a bariatric toilet installed a few years ago, which was perfectly fine when I weighed 600 pound, but now, at 800, it’s no longer adequate! As I lower myself onto the seat, I feel the toilet groan under my immense weight, my body completely smothers the toilet making it look like I’m crouching all by myself! *FFFFFFFHHHHHHHTTTTTTTT* ‘Ahhh finally!’ I sigh with relief as my bowels open in front of Carla without a hint of embarrassment. ‘Im going to give you a wash whilst we’re here, ok baby?’ Carla asks as I continue to defecate ‘Ugh! Seriously? I washed a couple of days ago!’ I moan ‘It was 3 days ago and yes I’m being serious! Have you spelt under your belly recently?’ ‘Obviously not’ ‘Exactly, I have, it needs washing!’ ‘Fine! Do what you gotta do!’ Carla had the en-suite bathroom converted into a wet room, so I can be cleaned without having to get up from the toilet. Carla turns the shower on and waits for the water to heat up before pointing it in my directing, soaking my skin. She then grabs the soap and begins lathering up my skin, to really get between my rolls and under my belly she uses a loofah attached to a long stick. ‘Finished shitting?’ *FFHHTT* ‘Yeah..’ ‘Good, let’s get that big backside of yours cleaned!’ Carla says enthusiastically as she unhooks the straps from the ceiling allowing them to fall in front of me, I grab onto the handle and heave myself onto my feet with the help of Carla also pushing me up. I make a sharp right hand turn and lean over the large sink, I spread my legs a little and arch my back inwards, presenting my dirty ass to Carla. When I say Carla is a hands on feeder, I really mean it, she doesn’t shy away or get grossed out when it comes to the less glamorous side of feederism, like having to wipe my asshole for example, she instantly spreads my cheeks and wipes me clean! After flushing the toilet next to me, she then proceed to clean my back and ass with the loofah. We do have a bath big enough for me to fit into but I only use that occasionally when Carla wants to give me a deep clean. Don’t get me wrong it was a little awkward having to get Carla to wipe my ass at first, I think I was close to 650 pounds, I remember trying for 15 minutes to reach round my enormous body before giving up and calling Carla. She didn’t even hesitate, she instantly helped me up and began wiping without any hesitation, she didn’t even gag once! Since that day I haven’t wiped my own ass since, plus knowing that she doesn’t care I’ve began farting more and more, don’t get me wrong, I farted in front of her anyway but I would still show her a little bit of respect but it seems I’ve shit away any dignity I had left, I now never hold my farts in, I’ll let rip when I need to, even during sex. She loves it. ‘All done! Common on let’s go get you dressed’ Carla says enthusiastically We eventually made it back to the bedroom, instead of the hassle of getting back into bed, I sit on a high stool Carla had made specifically for me so I can take the weight of my feet easily. ‘I got you a new t-shirt..’ Carla says holding up the tent sized garment. It’s a plain black t-shit but in bold white writing across the front it reads ‘FUCK DIETS’ ‘Haha! That’s a good one’ I chuckle, Carla is always buying quirky, fat related t-shirts like this one. ‘I couldn’t get any bigger than a 6XL but if I cut the sleeves off it should at least cover you moobs and a bit of belly’ ‘Yeah sure, do what you gotta do’ I reply now eager to get comfy in the living room After cutting the sleeves off Carla slips the t-shirt over my head, she then helps me lift my big heavy arms into the sleeve holes and finally she individually lifts my moobs up and ticks them into the t-shirt one at a time. She pulls the t-shirt down but it barely covers my belly at all! Carla doesn’t mind though, she loves it when clothes are to small for me and expose all my flabby goodness! Next up is my sweat pants, after Carla rolls them up my legs, I realise something, 7XL is getting a little snug.