Bigger in Texas: Bonus Content (Patreon)

Content Warning: READ THIS FOR REAL THIS TIME. You’ve been warned. This exclusive content is about using the bathroom and hygiene (piss, taking a shower, and skin issues caused my obesity). Read at your own discretion.

Bigger in Texas: Bonus Content

Clark never stops being humiliated by having to use the restroom. He eats an inhuman amount of food, meaning he had to go several times per day. He holds it as long as he can, but eventually, he breaks down because he knows if he doesn’t have the help of Dustin and Rowan, he will end up a filthy mess in his bed. Nothing is worse than being forced to sit in your waste, and they will just have to clean him anyway. It’s less embarrassing to ask for help than having an accident, but it will always be demeaning.

Clark groans loudly. Needing help going to the bathroom and bathing is the most humiliating, dependent, and dehumanizing aspect of being so large. He refuses to sit in his bed using a bedpan or catheter in front of his workers and friends. It’s embarrassing enough he sits in bed naked with them around. Thank God it’s only urine this time. His caregivers and friends understand that the familiar groan indicates he needs to pee. They are trained to hear his whimper, similar to a dog’s that need to go out.

“Is it time to go to the bathroom again?”

Rowan and Dustin look at Clark with infatuation. They both care for their boss and think he’s cute with pie crumbs in his thick beard. Despite their roles, Clark would only trust the two men to take on such an embarrassing task.

“I can’t do this alone,” Clark pouts. “Help?” he asks like a child.

Clark grunts as he shifts his legs sideways to get to the edge of his bed. Dustin and Rowan take their places on each side of Clark and pulls his bariatric walker in front of him for leverage to get up. Everyday standing up gets more and more challenging. The worry goes through Clark’s head that one day it will be impossible. Then what?

The two men heave and pull on Clark’s enormous body to try to leverage himself up. It fails the first time as they did all the work. The second time is a success, with Clark rocking back and forth as the other two men heave and pull. Clark barely makes it onto his own two feet.

Clark’s breathing becomes more labored from the simple task of standing. It’s a wonder he doesn’t need to be oxygen. Clark places his chubby hands on the grey handles of his walker. His knuckles turn white from his firm grasp out of fear of collapsing into a blubber mess on the floor.

Walking is quite the difficult task, a pathetic attempt to redeem any dignity of his mobility's shredding. Each step causes a gasp for breath and a twinge of pain to spread across his fat face. If Clark wasn’t suffering so severely, it would have been erotic for Dustin and Rowan to see Clark’s titanic body jiggle and sag to his knees. Clark’s upper arms hang grotesquely low, shaking with every movement. Each pitiful step makes his cellulite ridden ass cheeks wobble behind him.

The men follow behind Clark to make sure he doesn’t fall. In all honesty, they don’t know what they would do if he did fall. Rowan and Dustin are strong men, but there’s no way they could hoist a 700-pound mountain of blubber from the floor by themselves. It would take a call to the fire department to pull Clark up. Instead, it’s a charade to make Clark feel more at ease with the fact he’s eaten himself to the point he’s almost immobile.

Finally, the triad find themselves in the bathroom. The sad reality is that Clark can’t reach in his folds for his buried member. He was never well endowed, but the accumulation of fat across his body, especially in the fat pad makes it impossible for him to reach. There’s no way he can stand up to take a piss, but sitting on the toilet is scary. A few weeks ago, after using the restroom, Dustin noticed a crack from the seat all the way down to the floor. When Clark found out he went into panic mode, trying to figure out how he’d make using the bathroom work for him. He wasn’t ready to reside to just a bed pan or bedside commode. It would be too humiliating, much more than this. It’s also a lot better than having to fish from his fat pad.

Dustin and Rowan hold on to Clark’s fat bingo wings hanging from his under arms as he lifts his right foot over the side of the tub. Clark let’s off a small grunt. Once he’s found solid footing, Clark picks up his left foot and he manages to fully be in the tub. Dustin let’s go of Clark and goes to get the shower chair.

“Please, Hurry,” Clark groans, as Dustin comes back with the stool rated to hold 1,000 pounds. Clark can’t see the device behind him, but he takes Clark’s direction to collapse onto it. Clark sighs with relief when he crashes onto it. His ass takes up the entire width of the chair. Clark feels grateful to be off his feet. Maybe his heart beat will stop racing so swiftly with the extra assistance. Clark wishes he could renovate his shower to a wet room so he wouldn’t be so cramped in a tub starting to break under his weight. It would also prevent him from the hazard of lifting his enormous legs into the tub.

Clark’s face turns bright red as he relieves himself in the tub. He feels the warm urine leave his tiny, buried member and flood the inside of his fat folds under his belly, until it starts to leak out from the low hanging rolls. He wants to hide, but there’s nowhere to go. Rowan and Dustin have seen him do this before, it’s not a big deal to them, but Clark sees it as disgusting and a huge loss of his self-esteem. The liquid continues to seep out and drain, tapping the floor of the tub and rushing to the drain.

“See, that’s not so bad,” Rowan tried to reassure Clark.  Just like always, Clark wants to cry about his situation, but it would just make him feel more powerless.

Dustin adds “see, we will get you all cleaned up. Don’t worry about it Clark.”

Dustin turns on the shower for Clark, adjusting the knob to a tolerable temperature. In the beginning, the cold water makes Clark shiver and howl. Within seconds the water begins heating up. The warm water rushes onto Clark’s body and drips down his curves like a waterfall crashing against mountain. Dustin opens the bottle of shampoo and lathers the substance into his hands causing it to foam.

“I can do this by myself,” Clark assured Dustin.

“Please, Clark. Just let us help.” Dustin runs his lathered hands into Clark’s dark brown hair. Rowan takes a wet washcloth and soap to Clark’s skin, trying to be sensitive to the fact he started experiencing some breakage. He wipes with the soapy fabric into every fold he can find, knowing Clark probably doesn’t know that the specific roll existed since he can’t see himself because of his bulk. The water suds run down his huge body like rivers intertwining with the base of hills. They continue to scrub him down for several minutes, getting into every nook and cranny with a scrub brush or wash cloth. Dustin lathers up more shampoo for Clark’s beard and rubs his facial hair upward from the middle, causing the excess food crumbs to fall out.

Clark tries to grab his low hanging belly by the waist. He puts his hands under the warm girth and pathetically attempts to lift his pannus to expose his genitalia. He whimpers knowing the effort isn’t good enough for his friends and carers, but at least it’s helping. Rowan uses antibacterial body wash and a cloth into the deepest parts of Clark’s body. He knows that Clark will develop a piss burn and potentially infections if he doesn’t clean the area thoroughly. From behind, Dustin takes the time to wash similar areas like Clark’s massive ass.

Ten minutes later Rowan and Dustin tag teams the process of drying off. At this point in the shower, Clark is usually exhausted, despite the other two men performing all the labor. There’s absolutely no way Clark has the lung capacity or flexibility to do it himself. Even if Clark did have the flexibility and tried to dry himself off, he’d still get sweaty and gross again. He depends on his friends for every aspect of care. Nonetheless, Clark grunts like a helpless asthmatic student that ran laps in a physical education class.

Rowan and Dustin grab two extra-large clean towels and begin to dry off their enormous, beautiful friend. Rowan takes the front side, getting Clark’s belly rolls, underbelly, fat pad, and inner thighs dry. Dustin starts from the neck rolls, curvy back fat, blubbery ass, and the outside of Clark’s legs. They pat Clark dry gently, trying to soak up any damp spots that tend to get trapped in fat rolls.

Then, they begin the process of putting lotion and baby powder on Clark’s sensitive spots.  Dustin grabs the bottle and squeezes a liberal amount of lotion into his hands before rubbing them together. After spreading the substance in his hands, he begins to apply it to the back of Clark’s cracking legs. Rowan tends to the folds hidden by Clark’s belly. He and Clark pull up his massive pannus and gently takes the baby powder, and sprinkles it in the creases. The excess powder falls into the tub like snow. Rowan is careful to get into each crevice and fold to prevent moisture from forming and causing infections.

“I think we are all done, handsome,” Rowan tells Clark while patting his belly. The motion of his hand makes Clark’s belly roll in waves like the ocean.

“Are you ready to get back into bed?” Dustin coos at the overworked obese cowboy.

“Y-yes...” is all an exhausted Clark can handle to breathe. Dustin and Rowan begin the long process of trying to get a clean but weak Clark back into the comfort of his broken-down bed. He’s safe and clean now, but he knows it’s only a matter of time before he’ll have to use the restroom and receive sponge baths in his bed if he can’t make necessary changes.