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

[Catboi]

Oh, I just thought of another great one from years ago. I had a pretty bad fever and needed a doctor's note for work, so I was in the doctor's office. As I sat there, head swimming, feeling for all the world that someone had packed my skull full of marshmallows the door swings open. The first thing I see is this multicolored blob, which half a second later I discovered was a humungous gut attached to the doctor. This woman was massive, easily over 400 pounds, and I wasn't a small guy, I was clocking in at 260 at the time. When she leaned over to check my ears, my knees were covered in her gelatinous gut, making me worry that she was going to pull me into her fat and dissolve me like the Blob. Anyway, this bitch started talking about how I was obese and needed to lose weight. She went on about my weight for longer than a thin doctor would. I was too out of it for a smart ass remark, so I just took my note and went home.

Two weeks later my mom found out I wasn't exaggerating.

When I was a teenager I had a doctor like that too, exvept he was male. Harped on me for being an overweight teenager and refused to help my serious and actually diagnosed for years disabilities until I lost the weight meanwhile he's literally spilling out of his clothes he's so fat. What is it with these deathfat doctors?

 

[Captain Syrup]

What is it with these deathfat doctors?

Take it from someone who's spent too much time in schools and hospitals. (My mom is a retired teacher with an autoimmune problem)

Teaching and nursing are the fattest professions.

 

[I call shenanigans]

When I was a teenager I had a doctor like that too, exvept he was male. Harped on me for being an overweight teenager and refused to help my serious and actually diagnosed for years disabilities until I lost the weight meanwhile he's literally spilling out of his clothes he's so fat. What is it with these deathfat doctors?

I've never had that issue with fat doctors. They were the only ones never to actually bring up the subject of being overweight. I just assumed it was because they knew it would come across as extremely hypocritical to do so. When I did lose weight they were also the only ones to suggest maybe I'd gone too far, even with a mid range normal BMI. Seems like you can't win with drs sometimes.

I have wondered at times if the fatties we love to laugh at, choose fat drs for that reason. Guess my experience though with doctors isn't the norm.

 

[RainwaterDrop]

When I was a teenager I had a doctor like that too, exvept he was male. Harped on me for being an overweight teenager and refused to help my serious and actually diagnosed for years disabilities until I lost the weight meanwhile he's literally spilling out of his clothes he's so fat. What is it with these deathfat doctors?

Hypocritical doctors aren't really uncommon, it's pretty common to see doctors telling people not to smoke, drink while being heavy drinkers and smokers themselves. I honestly don't really know if they can be considered hypocrites to begin with, maybe it would be the case if they were denying how harmful obesity, alcohol consumption and smoking can be to health, but still lol!

I've never had that issue with fat doctors. They were the only ones never to actually bring up the subject of being overweight. I just assumed it was because they knew it would come across as extremely hypocritical to do so. When I did lose weight they were also the only ones to suggest maybe I'd gone too far, even with a mid range normal BMI. Seems like you can't win with drs sometimes.

I have wondered at times if the fatties we love to laugh at, choose fat drs for that reason. Guess my experience though with doctors isn't the norm.

There are plenty of "professionals" on the field that are either negligent or just crooked. Like the ones that go against the scientific consesus for political reasons, like body positive "doctors" denying how harmful obesity is, "psychologists" who cater to narcissists by pandering to their delusions, either delusional retards or just crooks who just care about filling their pockets while making the suffering of others worse!

 

[ponponwaywayway]

Me.
I was the deathfat 7 years ago. My highest was 465.
Then I left my environment, got lots of therapy, and changed my life habits thanks to said therapy.
Now, I'm 184 elbees and still in therapy.

 

[Permuto]

How much excess skin do you have?

 

[Jeep1971]

Me.
I was the deathfat 7 years ago. My highest was 465.
Then I left my environment, got lots of therapy, and changed my life habits thanks to said therapy.
Now, I'm 184 elbees and still in therapy.

Former Deathfat in training, now 180 myself. Eliminated bread.

 

[Letora]

Former Deathfat in training, now 180 myself. Eliminated bread.

What is it about bread that makes it so goddamned addictive? I swear there's nothing that can replace it. Rice/corn pasta, gluten-free shit, tortillas, etc. don't even remotely have the same effect. It doesn't even smell the same emotionally, if that makes sense. Bread smells uniquely amazing, the bastard.

I guess I should post a deathfat encounter to keep this thread from derailing:

I almost died as a teen when a 400+ lb fat acquaintance of the family sat with me in a water raft ride that was up in the air on a slide. He was lumbering up behind me in the line and when I got grouped with him I was so upset. The raft wasn't even full and could fit around six people. The fattie sat in the raft opposite me and every time the raft went around a corner his side rode so high up the slide that the raft was peeking over it. I thought we were going to fly off and die. I was terrified waiting for that ride to end and was thinking "I'm going to die this early in my life because of this fat fucking asshole." I hated that person so much. He didn't even notice what was going on. I'm still traumatized by that experience to this day.

 

[𝕺𝖑' 𝕯𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞 𝕱𝖆𝖙𝖘𝖔]

What is it about bread that makes it so goddamned addictive? I swear there's nothing that can replace it. Rice/corn pasta, gluten-free shit, tortillas, etc. don't even remotely have the same effect. It doesn't even smell the same emotionally, if that makes sense. Bread smells uniquely amazing, the bastard.

Bread is subject to the maillard reaction whereas boiled carbs like pasta aren't

 

[Miss Misery]

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.

I believe this is called a Chris Chan special... I'd link to the relevant CWCiki page but it's not loading

Edit: Here it is! https://sonichu.com/cwcki/August_2019_social_media_posts#Magi-Chan_eats_a_.22salad.22

It doesn't even smell the same emotionally, if that makes sense.

Emotional reactions to food = deathfat.

You can't eat your feelings, though many try.

 

[Echnaton]

deathfats are pretty damn rare where I live, and even when they exist a lot of them tend to take their hygiene a tad more seriously than their american equivalents. So really I have a different definition for "deathfat" - they have to be extremely fat AND just generally not take care of themselves at all

There was this guy that would take the trolleybus in the mornings that was huge - now he wasn't very tall, and he was very wide. Straight up like that ridiculous CGI Kingpin except not bald and with a beard. 200kg definitely. Interestingly he would very rarely take a seat (he basically needs 2) and he would often just stand in that niche where the people in wheelchairs and with strollers should go but since that basically never happens people just stand there. He clearly worked *somewhere* downtown.

But by God the man fuckin stinks. Like, he's stanky as hell, real pungent stink, can't say like something rotting, a bit "sweeter" than that, but yeah. The instant he walks on it becomes stanky af in there and that's especially bad in *winter* because all the windows are closed due to the cold.

Weird, since another guy I know is just as heavy and massive, and doesn't fucking stink at all

 

[CaseyTatumm]

Years ago a worked at a convenience store that was right next to an adult care facility. There were a few really large people (400-500+ pounders), most of them were generally pleasant and didn’t smell or at least not from across the counter.

However there was one guy from the facility who was probably in his early to mid 40s, maybe younger that was a double amputee that would come in with a colostomy bag. He’d load up on junk food and he always needed one us us to go through the store and grab shit for him. Nobody wanted to help him because that fucking bag was always full and stunk like shit. When he’d leave the store, I remember that nasty bag catching on the newspaper rack and dreading that it was going to tear. One day, it didn’t tear but it apparently overflowed in the store. So there was a trail of pee that my coworker and I had to clean up. We were pretty sure the fat fuck knew it happened because he had this smug little smirk when he came up to counter. I swear he got off on how much he disgusted people. I hated that guy so much.

 

[vanilla_pepsi_head]

I almost died as a teen when a 400+ lb fat acquaintance of the family sat with me in a water raft ride that was up in the air on a slide. The raft wasn't even full and could fit around six people. The fattie sat in the raft opposite me and every time the raft went around a corner his corner rode so high up the side of the slide that the raft was peeking over it. I thought we were going to fly off and die. I was terrified waiting for that ride to end and was thinking "I'm going to die this early in my life because of this fat fucking asshole." I hated that person so much. He didn't even notice what was going on. I'm still traumatized by that experience to this day.

Holy shit, I forgot about the first time I actually thought I might die until I read that. A friend and I were at a local festival and decided to ride the Scramber. It's this thingy:


Every seat clearly says "Larger person on this side, smaller person on this side" because the direction of the spin as it throws you around pulls you pretty forcefully to the one side. Well, my friend was around 200+ lbs, and I was a slightly chunky for my age 110 at most. She liked to delude herself into believing we were the same size and made me sit on the "larger person" side. Being a dumbass and wanting to keep the peace I thought, whatever, so I did.

Holy mother of fuck, I got crushed. The wind was repeatedly knocked out of me and I actually got a few cracked ribs. Once I got off the damn thing the sense of relief was unbelievable even though I felt like passing out and ended up tapping out for the day after that one. You know what, "Never get on a carnival ride with a deathfat" is probably just solid advice all around.

Not a full on fat person story but I'm just gonna bitch about this cunty fat lady who I run into at the pharmacy all the time. She's always in a courtesy mobility scooter (she's not old either) with her ever expanding ass hanging off both sides, the basket is always a MOUNTAIN of the cheapest, shittiest junk food, and she's always making a giant stink about the tiny copay she sometimes has to pay for her insulins, supplies and multiple beetus medications. I gather she gets it covered either by some diabetes clinic program or the government directly, it's taxpayer cash either way. Her slightly less fat husband (he walks at least) is usually in tow and takes her lead in behaving like an obnoxious rude asshole to the staff while he gets his own insulin and other beetus shit also (and not paying for it). The sense of entitlement to sit there like royalty expecting other people to fund your expensive band-aid solution to the damage you're causing yourself by behaving like a fucking pig. Maybe try and walk your ass up to the counter one of these times and eat a fucking vegetable, it won't kill you. The sheer amount of resources that go into futile attempts to save fat people from themselves is fucking mind boggling and I'm gonna farm tophats if I comment on that further.

We don't have very many scooter fats, or literal deathfats in Canada (not where I live anyway) so they stand out, and when they are rude ass motherfuckers even more so. Once she finally loses a leg it'll be a smooth transition to the government funded private mobility scooter I suppose, hell maybe both, she'd barely notice.

 

[Catboi]

Holy shit, I forgot about the first time I actually thought I might die until I read that. A friend and I were at a local festival and decided to ride the Scramber. It's this thingy:
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Every seat clearly says "Larger person on this side, smaller person on this side" because the direction of the spin as it throws you around pulls you pretty forcefully to the one side. Well, my friend was around 200+ lbs, and I was a slightly chunky for my age 110 at most. She liked to delude herself into believing we were the same size and made me sit on the "larger person" side. Being a dumbass and wanting to keep the peace I thought, whatever, so I did.

Holy mother of fuck, I got crushed. The wind was repeatedly knocked out of me and I actually got a few cracked ribs. Once I got off the damn thing the sense of relief was unbelievable even though I felt like passing out and ended up tapping out for the day after that one. You know what, "Never get on a carnival ride with a deathfat" is probably just solid advice all around.

Not a full on fat person story but I'm just gonna bitch about this cunty fat lady who I run into at the pharmacy all the time. She's always in a courtesy mobility scooter (she's not old either) with her ever expanding ass hanging off both sides, the basket is always a MOUNTAIN of the cheapest, shittiest junk food, and she's always making a giant stink about the tiny copay she sometimes has to pay for her insulins, supplies and multiple beetus medications. I gather she gets it covered either by some diabetes clinic program or the government directly, it's taxpayer cash either way. Her slightly less fat husband (he walks at least) is usually in tow and takes her lead in behaving like an obnoxious rude asshole to the staff while he gets his own insulin and other beetus shit also (and not paying for it). The sense of entitlement to sit there like royalty expecting other people to fund your expensive band-aid solution to the damage you're causing yourself by behaving like a fucking pig. Maybe try and walk your ass up to the counter one of these times and eat a fucking vegetable, it won't kill you. The sheer amount of resources that go into futile attempts to save fat people from themselves is fucking mind boggling and I'm gonna farm tophats if I comment on that further.

We don't have very many scooter fats, or literal deathfats in Canada (not where I live anyway) so they stand out, and when they are rude ass motherfuckers even more so. Once she finally loses a leg it'll be a smooth transition to the government funded private mobility scooter I suppose, hell maybe both, she'd barely notice.

I rarely see them too but they're always at Wal-Mart or in the vicinity of one. Encountered a twofer last time.

First was when I was at the pharmacy grabbing medication. Two deathfats taking up the counter being loud about their beetus and constantly asking what medication and needles to use. They were both leaning over the counter despite the coof barrier like they were going to die if they stood up.

Second was this bitch who took a disabled parking space then glared at ME for parking in one. I have lupus and failed kidneys it hurts to fucking drink water let alone go grab my groceries and medication I need to survive. But no this 200kg women looks at me like I'm disgusting because I'm not a fellow deathfat using the space.

 

[Executive Petrel]

Okay, time for another story i remembered just a few days ago.


I was thirteen years old when this Encounter with a deathfat happened. It took place at the wedding of an uncle of mine, the whole extended family and friends where invited to come.
There was this one fat girl who also got invited to this party. She was like 23 and still living in a small flat with her also fat mother.
Nobody really liked her but she had some kind of relation to the brides family.
I was sitting on a bench when this enourmous woman stumbled upon me.
She was completely drunk, maybe because she had some kind of mental issues and wasn't used to have so many people around.

The hambeast decided to plant her enormous, wobbly ass next to me, spreading her huge legs as far as possible and started shit-talking to me. It was so weird but I stayed in for science, or maybe I was just petrified by the smell.
Yes, the smell. I tell you, this girl was surrounded by a disgusting odor of poisonous sweat, fluor vaginalis and alcohol.

Her whole gargantuan body was dressed in a mixture of washed-out black and grey colors, the style she intended to perform was goth, but it moreso looked liked she has just been robbing a charity store. Her spaghetti top was way to small, while her gym pants had a very ugly cut and were to loose around the calves but also got stretched out to the max by her ass that was the size of an exercise ball and her rotund tree trunks when she was sitting down, also delivering a great sight of her cameltoe to the audience.
When she was talking to me i could see between the upper half of her basketball-size-breasts who wobbled like crazy and the visible part of the inner halves had a red irriation on them from getting rubbed together by too tight bras, so I dont ever want to see how it looks between them.

Her skin was as pale as human skin can possibly be, but not in a beautiful alabaster way.
The amounts of seemingly rotten flesh looked like a swollen pack of expired sausages, which was kinda fitting because her lifestyle was sitting around in her room the whole day, playing video games and watching anime while decomposing alive.
The Beasts upper arms were covered in cellulitis and the lower arms were highlighted with self-harm scars.
Her facial features were actually not that ugly to begin with, but the potential beauty got drowned in two acne-sprinkeled sacks of cheeks forming a perfect orb around her chin. This made her face look like a raw raspberry pancake the godfather has hastily pushed two eyes, two ears a nose and duckface lips onto and tried to sell it as human. Crowed by hair that was damaged through endless coloring and very thin and also oily, as if the fat didn't know where else to settle and decided to invade the hair, too.

Being a teen at the beginning of the puberty and troubled by hormonal changes, this encounter hit me like a truck.
I just started to see woman as woman and not only as adults, so this experience with what the appealing features of a female body can turn into did leave a very strong impression, i have to say at least.

You see fat people every day and don't think about it, but those events are always a motivation to train and eat healthy, because it is kinda sad how the Deathfats are throwing away their lives like an empty bag of Doritos.
I had her at my friend list on facebook and some small incidents of contact at similar events for like three years after this happened.
She finally got her first ever job at the age of 25 just to get fired after one week because of her being lazy and on one occasion I snatched from her mother that both were only drinking soft drinks, never water or even juice.

Well, after I deleted facebook and moved away, I lost the overview what's going on with these guys.
She has to be in her mid thirtees today and maybe already needs a scooter, who knows?

EDIT: Of course, the estimated weight at this point... I'd say around 350 lbs at a height of roughly 5'3

 

[Jeep1971]

There's a surplus of deathfats in my region and they zip around on the street with them scooters too. One of them has a trailer attached to his so he can tote a case of beer home from the store.

 

[PotatoFace]

I work with a deathfat, I'll call her Ruth. Ruth is probably around 450, mid to late 30s, maybe 5'4" and wears flip flops and tank tops year round, no matter the weather (I'm guessing because shoes don't fit and she's always running hot).

We don't interact often, unless I'm trying to turn up the office thermostat because she always sets it to freezing cold. Or when she sees me in the break room or mail room, she'll start talking out-of-the-blue about personal shit using first names as though I ought to know who the fuck the anecdotes are about (e.g. "Oh my god, Ricky just heard back from his uncle. And that house they were looking at? It's got MOLD." Who the fuck is Ricky and why are you telling me this story??)

Anyway, other than constantly oversharing about her admittedly adorable 5-year-old daughter and her numerous medical problems, I don't have much beef with her. But she does do some stereotypical fat people things.

One of my coworkers is a tall and slim guy. He'll regularly get Chinese takeout or other fast food for lunch, and Ruth can't leave it alone. She always has to make some kind of moaning comment about how she hates that she can smell it, doesn't he know she's on a diet?? (She's always on a "diet".) And it's not a large office, so we all have to hear her loudly bitch about it.

Another of my coworkers had a baby and after returning to work, we were chatting in the break room about her plans to get back to the gym, and how much she missed working out. I shared a bit about the lifting program I was doing at the time. Ruth loudly snorted, rolled her eyes, and said something snarky along the lines of, "Gee, wish I had time for working out! But I have a family I have to take care of, and obligations." I'll admit, I was annoyed, but I didn't want to start anything with this woman. So I only said something bland in response. But my coworker, god bless her, chimed in: "Yeah, my baby comes first, but I have to take care of myself too. I don't want to get winded trying to chase after her. That would be awful." My worker is only a size 2, so clearly throwing some shade.

In the end, I feel bad for Ruth. Sometimes I would walk past her cubicle and she's sitting in her chair, head tilted back, making weird sounds, completely out of it. Almost like she passed out. We kind of figure it's related to her numerous medical issues, but one of these days, I think she's going to pass out and be taken away in an ambulance.

 

[multiverse]

Sometimes I would walk past her cubicle and she's sitting in her chair, head tilted back, making weird sounds, completely out of it. Almost like she passed out.

Uh, kinda sounds like she has untreated diabeetus. Poor kid, does she have anyone besides her fatass mom to take care of her? I don't think Ruth is gonna make it til that kid's majority.

 

[PotatoFace]

Uh, kinda sounds like she has untreated diabeetus. Poor kid, does she have anyone besides her fatass mom to take care of her? I don't think Ruth is gonna make it til that kid's majority.

There's a father/husband, but I don't know anything about him.

Oh, another funny story about Ruth. She single-handedly got our paid volunteer policy put on hold for revision. Turns out, she was abusing the policy and claiming VTO pay for taking her mom to a doctor's appointment, or supervising her kid's class during an event (mandatory for all parents to take a turn). But it doesn't count as paid VTO when you're running errands or just being a parent. She got so salty and said she's too busy to plant a tree or feed the homeless lol.

 

[CaseyTatumm]

There's a father/husband, but I don't know anything about him.

Oh, another funny story about Ruth. She single-handedly got our paid volunteer policy put on hold for revision. Turns out, she was abusing the policy and claiming VTO pay for taking her mom to a doctor's appointment, or supervising her kid's class during an event (mandatory for all parents to take a turn). But it doesn't count as paid VTO when you're running errands or just being a parent. She got so salty and said she's too busy to plant a tree or feed the homeless lol.

Seriously fuck her!!! Where I work we get VTO once a year and I know the entire office would be LIVID if we lost it bc one fat fuck abused it.