Chapter 2 - carl has a tantrum

“I want to get out of bed” said Carl fearfully
“Ok, show me that you can get out of bed without my help” I say.
I know he can’t do this, but it should be a good show. I sit down to watch. I start to record it to upload it to my website later.

I watch with a smile as Carl tries to move his legs. He can lift them a little, but the strain is obviously hard on him.i enjoy watching him struggle and sweat, but after 20 minutes and only 1 leg slightly off the bed, I know he can’t do it.

“Have you had enough yet baby? I can smell from here that you need a diaper change and I know you are hungry. It’s time for you to calm down. Then I will shower you, change your diaper and feed you dinner.” I say to him sternly.

Carl is worn out. He has been trying to move, but he knows he can’t. Carl says “Ok Monmy, I am sorry, can you forgive me?”

Outwardly I instantly forgive him,with a very sweet “of course , baby.” but in my mind, I am considering how to punish Carl for this tantrum.

I walk over to him, and I position him on the hoyer lift pad. Once he is securely in place, I use the hoyer lift to transport Carl into the bathroom. I transport Carl to the diaper changing station so I can get him clean.

I secure my disobedient feedee to the diaper changing station and I remove his wet and messy diaper. Once I wipe him clean, I use the hoyer lift to transport him into the shower.

I throughly wash him clean making sure the water is not too hot. Normally, I would be playful with him and telling him how much I love his fat, but I am mad at him and this shower is much more clinical then sexual.

Once I am done bathing him, I towel him off and make sure that he is dry in all his folds. I use the hoyer lift to transport Carl back to the diaper changing station and put a fresh diaper on him.

I look at his bed and see that it is a mess with both pee and poop stains. So I change the sheets and wipe down the bed. Then I transfer Carl back to the bed and tuck him in.

I reheat his dinner and when it is ready, I bring it to his bedside on a foodcart. I take a bib off the food cart and tie it around his beautifully fat neck.

I begin by feeding him a couple of steaks, cooked perfectly medium. Carl eats them quickly and quietly. He is clearly ashamed of his behavior. I feel happy that he sees that he was wrong, but he still must be punished.

As I feed him the potatoes, collards, rolls, cakes and he drinks beer after beer, I decide how I am going to punish him.

For every minute he disobeyed me, he has earned an extra quart of weight gain shakes funneled into him. With that and meals, the odds that he ever leaves his bed again is zero without my hoyer lift. Carl is now officially my newest immobile plaything. I am going to have fun with him!