Off-Topic Deathfat Encounters IRL - This thread is not your personal army.

[Cheesegirl78]

>be me at store
>turn a corner
>an absolutely GARGANTUAN black woman on a scooter is blocking the whole aisle
>probably 400 lbs+ on 5 foot frame
>idk it's hard to tell when they're an amorphous blob
>I look down into her cart
>literally nothing but sodas
>Mt dew, Pepsi, coke, sprite, fucking everything
>not even organized, looks like she scooted down the aisle with one arm outstretched knocking random sodas into the basket
>shit is literally piled up almost twice the height of the actual basket, must be upwards of 25 6-packs
>manage to squeeze around her
>behind her follows a little niglet who I didn't see behind her girth
>poor kid is skin and bones
>horrible realization, none of that soda is for the kid
>there is literally nothing there for him to eat either
>this cunt is spending all her foodstamps or whatever the fuck on inhuman amounts of soda for herself while not getting anything for her kid

I felt so bad. Idk if this is worse than fat parents making their kids fat, but every fiber of my being wished I could get that kid help. Fat people are subhuman.

I saw so much of this when I was a cashier.

I feel food stamps/SNAP should be more like WIC, in that you can only buy food from an approved list.
No sodas, pre-made cakes, (or a set number per year) no chips, candy, certain juices, and so on. No junk food whatsoever.
I've said this before, but in California, you can buy a wedding cake with food stamps, or used to be able to, it may have changed.

 

[Jeep1971]

I saw so much of this when I was a cashier.

I feel food stamps/SNAP should be more like WIC, in that you can only buy food from an approved list.
No sodas, pre-made cakes, (or a set number per year) no chips, candy, certain juices, and so on. No junk food whatsoever.
I've said this before, but in California, you can buy a wedding cake with food stamps, or used to be able to, it may have changed.

I DO notice the deathfats buy a lot of junk. My job takes me to grocery stores and OMG if they are fat their cart is microwaveable crap like chicken nuggets and shit. If they have a passel of kids along, at least one kid is a junior Deathfat.

 

[Trombonista]

I saw an obese black man cross the street with a paper grocery bag last week. I told myself, "At least he's walking."

 

[Catboi]

Friend of a friend, fat, but wasn't the fattest, but was ugly as sin, who, upon the group conversation turning towards my friend thinking about joining a gym and asking me which one I went to, and if I could get her some type of referral deal, ugly bitch goes into a rant about how people who go to the gym regularly and seriously engage in exercise beyond what's needed to maintain baseline health, do so because they are addicted to being miserable.

She's not part of the friend group anymore

"Addicted to being miserable" Can she not fathom that some of us enjoy exercise

 

[Awkward Aardvark]

I saw so much of this when I was a cashier.

A friend of mine used to work as a cashier too when she was in college and prior to that experience she was overweight, but a few years later she became fit and has remained that way ever since. Her secret? She started noticing that, with the exception of teenage boys it seems, whatever food you buy correlates heavily with how you look. All the body builders and ultra fit people bought a lot of vegetables, eggs, lean meats and mineral water type products, the non-active normal weighted ones/slightly over-weighted ones tended to buy more red meats, fruit, diet soda but also bought vegetables/lean meets and then some chocolate (when the buyer was a woman) and beer (when the buyer was a man). The obese people, however, purchased mostly sugar derivates (ice-cream, sugary soda, candy, baked goods etc.) with some chips, readymade meals and cheap meats thrown in. She also later on noticed that the more obese you were, the larger the share of sugar derivatives was in their shopping carts. This realization completely threw her life around and she switched from being a "non-active over-weight shopper" into a "ultra fit shopper". Granted, the calories in, calories out model still works, and my own postulation of things is that sugar throws your reward/digestion system off-kilter and maybe an ultra-clean (for the lack of a better expression) diet with exercise restores it. I'm only wondering why red meat wasn't consumer more by body builders and ultra fit people and I guess it has something to do with there being more calories to go around for every gram of protein.

 

[Tranimal Farm]

"Addicted to being miserable" Can she not fathom that some of us enjoy exercise

or to go even further, can she not fathom that some of us would BE miserable without it?

 

[Snack Cracker]

Technically a second hand deathfat encounter, but a boomer relative that loves TLC told me I needed to watch this show called 1000 Pound Sisters that she’s been binge watching, and it was such a weird overlap.
I guess even boomer women love a good freak show if it’s been sanitized by TLC.

 

[Kermit Jizz]

I'm only wondering why red meat wasn't consumer more by body builders and ultra fit people and I guess it has something to do with there being more calories to go around for every gram of protein.

Bingo. There's a lot of misconceptions of nutrition floating around, particularly the read meat and protein association. Strictly speaking, red meat is a high protein food. However, this is mostly just relatively speaking. Most "high protein" foods are only 20-30% of their weight protein, that includes red meat. Most meats in general fall into that 20-30 range, while healthier protein alternatives like beans, nuts, cottage cheese, edamame, sweet potatoes, etc are 10-20% protein. However the key difference is that meat is essentially just fat and protein, so a big chunk of the remaining 70% of meat is fat. For those other alternatives the remaining weight is all good nutrients/low cal shit like fiber, good carbs, and various vitamins. So per gram, you will have to eat a lot more beans or whatever to get the same protein as a steak, but it will be less calories and you won't have a heart attack. The amount of red meat you'd have to eat to meet body builder protein intake would kill you fast.

On the other hand, lean meats are OP in terms of protein sources. For reference, protein powders are typically 80-90% protein while certain lean meats like shrimp and the absolute GOAT - chicken titties are similarly about 80%. And no, there is essentially nothing in between red meat and chicken tits. There are some red meats that approach 40% protein as the second best protein per gram option, and then chicken tits at 80%, no middle ground whatsoever. It's why chicken tits are so popular for fit people, they blow absolutely everything else away (unless you want to eat shrimp daily, but fuck that's expensive). Fish is also a good alternative because despite most being ~30% protein, the rest is good shit and not just fat.

 

[mintjulep]

There was a history teacher at my high school I don't mind slight PL or doxxxing for. His name was Mr. Pickle. Where I'm from it's easily mispronounced as Mr. Purkul or black people add an S on the end unknowingly to say Mista Purkuls which would often set him off. He was somewhat tall or maybe average height, it was hard to tell as he was an easy 500+ lbs. Not very mobile. Seeing him walk was a very rare and pitiful sight. His classroom was on the second or third floor so he'd have to take the barely functional elevator, along with the many other deathfat (but still substantially smaller) teachers and wouldn't leave his classroom again until an absolutely necessary meeting or the end of the day. A few times before, friends and I peeped how he had to keep his britches up underneath his bedsheet sized clothing using suspenders. He was very much a typical old southern gent. Racist at times, quite misogynistic, refreshingly old-fashioned, and caring in his own way when you get past the narcissism and sass. He collected a lot of historical memorabilia and was actually really remarkable and admirable. I wish I wasn't a tumblr libfem in high school. I would've benefited a lot more from our conversations and his many stories and experiences.

One of my earlier memories is of visiting my mom's friend's mom/grandmom (idk) who was huge and bedridden. I don't think her bedroom was an actual bedroom. It looked like a dining room as other rooms and restrooms were attached to it. She was hooked up to many machines. And didn't smell like mothballs. candy bowls, cleaner, powder, etc like my Granny. She stunk like someone who's melted to a bed would. I was confused as to why she couldn't get up and hug everyone like a normal old lady. There was quite a few people in the room and we all chatted with her while she was still as a brick in her bed. Her bed was in the center of the room and was huge. She took up all of the space on it. She was like a pancake and spread across all corners of it. After we left, I asked questions in the car. I asked if she couldn't move then how'd she go potty. My godsister and Mom explained she goes in the bed and family members clean her afterwards. I was intrigued and grossed out. My godmom has always been big as well but not shockingly so as we're from the midsouth. She's sweet as pie but her life is quite dysfunctional compared to other middle aged adults. She's dependent on government assistance, doesn't have assets, and has had a life full of tragic events one after another. Food seems to be a coping skill / drug of choice in her family and many others here.

Another deathfat would be a great cousin's mom. Also sweet as pie and a well-loved church lady. Went from beating tambourines in the pews to being loveseat ridden. She couldn't lay in an actual bed because it'd stop her heart or her boobs would smoother her or something. She didn't smell good either. I would go over my great cousin's house as a kid and feel bad about holding my breath because I could smell her in the backroom. It's a really peculiar sour skin smell. I didn't like going back to say hi as it was very depressing. She was in the hospital a lot. My great cousin was her fulltime caregiver.

I had two other family members who were huge but got weight loss surgery and are now average chubby for the south.

I had a friend who was very depressed and on his way to being a deathfat. He actively was trying to kill hisself with food. Was very gynecomastic and sloppily huge. An actual cow. He was a typical psychotic BPD narc. I cut him off then a year later saw him again. He had went full ana and had lost maybe 150 lbs.

 

[mintjulep]

In middle school I was friends with this death fat, pasty girl whose dad was a retired ex-cop who apparently made her rub his feet. I felt bad because she had few other tolerable friends, but things went south when she ordered us friendship necklaces within the first two weeks of knowing each other.

I was too nice to ever pull back, nice to the point where I entertained her wanting to text role-play fan fiction characters. She also made terrible fan-art of her super-skinny big breasted anime OC with hair covering one eye who she drew with poorly rendered figures of Markiplier. She was obsessed with him. I remember one was of them in front of a bed of rose petals with the caption, "just one second, let me turn on the moody mood lighting, babe." or something like that. You can see how I felt bad for her. But eventually she wanted me to text role-play sex scenes, and in middle school, that was the last straw for me, and I just would avoid responding to her.

I have some empathy for death fats because a lot of them just had shit parents who didn't know how to feed them. It has to mess with you psychologically to grow up fat, both in a physical brain-chemistry sense and for self esteem. I hope eventually people wise up.

Slight PL but this reminds me of a deathfat lite I knew when I was in and out of the looney bin as very young teen. She was well under 5 feet and 200+ lbs. We shared a room with an anorexic girl who was about the same height. Fluffy was in the hospital because she met a guy off a dating app who groomed her online saying he wanted to SA her, lock her in a cage and only give her bread and water, etc. The creep came over her house and assaulted her then was caught by her family members. She also was deliriously obsessed with Markiplier. She had a very detailed plan to lose weight and become a famous fitness model waif and Youtuber then move to LA and seduce Markiplier. In her mind this was going to undoubtedly work. Despite her not actually losing any weight. Everyday at lunch her, I, and our underweight roomie would sit at the same table and she'd start off eating a "salad" she personalized at the salad bar. It was a bowl of croutons, bacon bits, ranch, and cheese. Ana roommate would just stare in horror with her face screwed in obvious disgust and fascination, forgoing her own meal until one of the nurses would come to make sure she ate.

 

[Smiling Honeybadger]

I have got two second hand death fat encounters. Both through Boomer Badger, who watched “My 600 pound Life" and with audible disbelief asked me "how can someone grow to that size? How?" Their Euro Badger Mind was blown.

Another indirect encounter was their deathfat neighbour. Boomer Badger sees their neighbour rarely, but mentioned that they suspect that there is some feeder shit going with their neighbour and her boyfriend. Fucked a bit with my mind, because I never wanted that dear sweet old Boomer Badger is aware of the depravity of feederism.

 

[Celestine]

Technically a second hand deathfat encounter, but a boomer relative that loves TLC told me I needed to watch this show called 1000 Pound Sisters that she’s been binge watching, and it was such a weird overlap.
I guess even boomer women love a good freak show if it’s been sanitized by TLC.

I'm not sure what it is with boomer relatives and the Slatons specifically, essentially the same thing happened to me. They were shocked that I knew their names, like the show was such an underground thing.
We bonded over the medical mystery that is Tammy's forehead.

 

[Dysnomia]

I saw... Something on the bus. I still am not sure if it was male or female. This person was young too and I think they were still a student. Backpack, generic shirt and pants, special needs buzzcut, pasty. There were what could have been moobs or boobs. I honestly couldn't tell at all. They got off at my stop and waddled away towards a shopping center. Probably to get something to eat. Not quite deathfat but on the road and will probably be there in a year or less.

I've noticed a lot more gender ambiguous deathfats and fatties lately. Has anyone else?

I don't even think they are enbies or some other genderspecial. I think it boils down to not caring about anything but food and making the rest of life as easy as possible. No need for a comb or any indecision about today's outfit. And as they get fatter it gets worse because mobility issues and a lack of wardrobe options really kicks in.

 

[SnoodHater]

I saw... Something on the bus. I still am not sure if it was male or female. This person was young too and I think they were still a student. Backpack, generic shirt and pants, special needs buzzcut, pasty. There were what could have been moobs or boobs. I honestly couldn't tell at all. They got off at my stop and waddled away towards a shopping center. Probably to get something to eat. Not quite deathfat but on the road and will probably be there in a year or less.

I've noticed a lot more gender ambiguous deathfats and fatties lately. Has anyone else?

I don't even think they are enbies or some other genderspecial. I think it boils down to not caring about anything but food and making the rest of life as easy as possible. No need for a comb or any indecision about today's outfit. And as they get fatter it gets worse because mobility issues and a lack of wardrobe options really kicks in.

That, and regardless of sex, excess fat will cause increased estrogen levels -- some obese men will have more typical female fat distribution and even develop breast tissue beneath the rest of the fat in their massive moobs. I wonder if or how that continues to affect them if they do lose weight? Either way, you're right; at some point any distinguishing body shapes just morph into a great greasy sphere.

 

[Captain Syrup]

It really shows how much I live in an NYC bubble. I had a short stint job in an unattractive store in the suburbs. No one burns enough calories to not balloon up like crazy, and yes, even the Russian girls are unapologetically chunky. Nowadays they're referred to as "real people" or "real bodies" which is accurate in the US.

One night the biggest black woman I've ever seen came waddling into my store. Pushing 400, pink showercap, skin-tight minidress. Huffing and puffing, making the earth move, carrying (I shit you not) a stack of baby formula. This is what happens when Blaire White opens the Hellraiser puzzle box.

Another female customer shot me a look, and I kind of shrugged with my eyes from beneath my mask.

Like the Ferengi, I do not turn down profit based on my customer's race (or BMI).

 

[𝕺𝖑' 𝕯𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞 𝕱𝖆𝖙𝖘𝖔]

So I broke my phone screen thanks to a deathfat. A few days ago, I was on a long-distance train ride, within sight of the bathroom. a four or five hundred pounder entered the bathroom and spent a suspicious amount of time in there, like 15 minutes. An hour later I had to pee, and knowing what must have lurked in that bathroom, I decided to walk 3 cars down the train to the next one with a bathroom. While walking, the train suddenly started to shake randomly and violently for a few seconds. My phone went flying out of my hand. About an hour after I returned to my seat, some poor unaware girl opened the bathroom door and managed to trigger a tsunami of deathfat stench upon the entirety of the train car. My phone may be broken but at least my intuition still works.

 

[Jeep1971]

The biggest bitch I've seen in a long while came into my job last night. Since I transferred to the suburbs, all the women I meet are big, regardless of age or ethnicity.

Pushing 400, pink showercap, skin-tight minidress, huffing and puffing, making the earth move, carrying a stack of baby formula. This is what happens when Blaire White opens the Hellraiser puzzle box.

Another female customer shot me a look and I kind of shrugged with my eyes. Like the Ferengi, I do not turn down profit based on my customer (or her BMI).

How do so many Deathfat women have several kids? There's singles who are normal and can't get dates and the deathfats are getting guys?

 

[Captain Syrup]

How do so many Deathfat women have several kids? There's singles who are normal and can't get dates and the deathfats are getting guys?

Hot take: I think it's harder out there for fat dudes. Or skinny dudes, for that matter.

We're still expected to be cliff-jawed and rock-ribbed; someone you can trust to fix your car.

 

[BIG BILL HELL'S]

How do so many Deathfat women have several kids? There's singles who are normal and can't get dates and the deathfats are getting guys?

We're all God's Children in the dark.

 

[Sarah Connor]

be me, wagie who hates job. get called over my walkie talkie and get asked to go to the female washrooms. as I make my way there, I see a group of women speed-walking away in terror. oh no.
I finally get to the washroom doors and there's this middle aged woman standing with her nose plugged. I ask her if anythings wrong before I enter, which she replies; "it smells like something DIED in there!!!"
I walk in and immediately gag. to give you an idea, it smells like ammonia, cat piss, compost bin, shit, cum, and rotten meat. I can't start inspecting the stalls if there are any customers inside, so I ask if anyone's in there. I get no response, so I start busting down the doors (I hated touching them) to see where the source of the smell is coming from. I get to the last stall, the handicapable one and it's locked. I apologize, and leave the washroom.
the woman outside asks if everything is alright, in which I reply I'm not quite sure but once the person who's in there leaves the washrooms I'll continue my investigation.
20 minutes pass, and I've been using our knock off Febreeze to freshen up the hallway. I go back inside the washroom when I finally see it.
about 500lbs+ is standing in front of me, and holy fuck I've found the source of the smell. She's about 5'2", dangerhair, the smell is almost as if it's been turned into an essence, an oil, and it's leaking out of her pores. I say "ma'am" and walk past her. I'm horrified to open the door to the stall she was in, but it was fine. shit wasn't smeared on the walls or anything, but holy fuck the smell lingered. I've never smelled anything quite like it ever since, but holy fuck it was bad.

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