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

.....guys. lmfao. Heard em before I saw em, am waiting in waiting room of surgery center for husband, heard extremely loud labored breathing. I'm not kidding, it's like listening to literal cows, out pop 4 people, 3 morbidly obese and 1 just beer gut fat. One kid is in neon orange and a pink shirt, he looks like a chewed wad of bubble gum. The second boy was allll out front, huffin and puffin like he ran track just taking a few fucking steps, easily nearing 400 lbs and looked barely taller than me, so probably between 5'4 and 5'6.
The orange shirt kid is wigging me out, is foreleg, the lower half of your leg, IS BIGGER THAN MY FUCKING TORSO.

Edit: holy fucking shit the short one that I thought was a boy cuz of pube beard is a fucking woman. G u y s.
Edit 2: haha ew! She's rubbing the beer gut discount duck dynasty old man's arm like she's hungry for something else! Kill me!
I still can't get over how this kids foreleg is larger than me, I can't stop fucking staring. I've seen plenty of fats but wow.

Edit 3: couldn't snap the face like I wanted but no regerts
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:story: It got up to sit next to me I WISH i could sneak a photo, hes wider than the front.

?? Edit: HE FUCKING PULLED A KITKAT FROM HIS FAT FOLDS, YOU GUYS. YOU G U Y S :story:

AHAHAHA I got another one.
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I am losing my god forsaken mind. I know this isn't that fat for some of you but thats absolutely insane to me.
 
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This happened a while ago but it still makes me angry - when I took my current job I was a big fat fatty. The one saving grace is that one of the other people in my group had maybe 2 inches and 100 pounds on me; compared to him I didn't seem that big. Fast-forward ten months and thanks to portion control + eating out less I was down to a healthy weight. Of course, the fatty I worked with would have none of it. He pestered me for advice, scoffed when I told him it was just clean eating + appropriate portions, then escalated things by filing a 'concern' with HR + medical that he thought I was anorexic. Of course, since HR is there to "help", this ended with me being summoned to HR where I had the downright surreal experience of having to explain that being at a healthy weight was not, in fact, hard proof of life-threatening illness.
 
I'm lucky that I don't see many deathfats IRL (one of the thinnest states in the union, that you very much). But just the other day I pulled into a grocery store parking lot and there was a deathfat sitting in the driver's seat fatly going through her phone when I went in. She was still sitting in the driver's seat fattly going through her phone when I came out.
 
Had to goto the DMV last week. Go in and told it will be a long wait.

In walked a woman so wide she had to turn sideways to get in the front door and was still almost stuck.

She didn't fit in the seats provided. So tried to sit on a table between 2 rows of seats. Less than 30 seconds after he sitting down the table made a loud noise and Wide Wanda stood up and went over talked to the lady working near the front door. Got mad and squeezed out the front door.
 
This happened a while ago but it still makes me angry - when I took my current job I was a big fat fatty. The one saving grace is that one of the other people in my group had maybe 2 inches and 100 pounds on me; compared to him I didn't seem that big. Fast-forward ten months and thanks to portion control + eating out less I was down to a healthy weight. Of course, the fatty I worked with would have none of it. He pestered me for advice, scoffed when I told him it was just clean eating + appropriate portions, then escalated things by filing a 'concern' with HR + medical that he thought I was anorexic. Of course, since HR is there to "help", this ended with me being summoned to HR where I had the downright surreal experience of having to explain that being at a healthy weight was not, in fact, hard proof of life-threatening illness.
OT, but - I'm just...wow at coworkers thinking it is their business to report, or HR making it their business to address, someone's physical appearance/nosing into someone's medical status.

I can understand employees raising a mental health concern if someone's professional behavior is abusive or radically or suddenly bad (i.e., affecting the work/work environment), but your body, and your relationship with it, are your own fucking business. It also is or could be a medical matter (you do not have to tell your employer you have cancer, for example; unless it's the basis for a request for STD or LTD or time off/flex time accommodation, it's noone's business, and even then it should be confidential). This was so far past the line. That co-worker should have been at least rejdcted by HR, or given some kind of formal warning or pre-warning about myob.

Anyway, congrats and nice job on taking care of yourself.
 
@LonesomeDud, ...... my friend I wouldn't call you a bad person, just a hilarious idiot. Wow, lmfao. You may or may not get the nickname OrcDud from me.
Also your wife rivalling tard status about being shot had me giggling.
In her retelling of the story, I am the MOST irrational person in the story, which I find preposterous.

Update: I waved at the same lady pulling in the other day and she did not wave back.
 
I served a particularly super morbidly obese guy at a restaurant I worked at a handful of times. Not notable in itself, since that’s their natural habitat. He always ordered two entrees and an appetizer—also not notable in itself, you could look at him and guess that’s what he’d order.

What was notable to me was *how fucking far away he had to sit from the table*. Like, arms’ length, minimum. A normal person sitting that far away from a table while trying to eat would have looked absolutely hilarious. You’d need a seatbelt to keep from falling out of your chair from the reach.

I just can’t… for one, zero percent chance this guy doesn’t spill food on himself every single time he eats, and second, the total lack of “hey, I’m no longer able to sit within three feet of this dinner table because my humongous gut is in the way. Maybe I should only order one entree.” is absolutely wild to me.

I always felt some level of admiration at how little of a fuck these people give about being judged, though, cause god knows when Dr. Now’s future headache sits down an Uber ride away from a dinner table and then orders multiple entrees, I am about judging the fat right off of him.

Also, this isn’t relevant, but as there’s no “Random Fat Thoughts” thread, it goes here: I googled “fat people” to see what Google thought was “fat,” and it was WAY fatter than I thought. I figured you’d have to type in “very fat person” or “morbidly obese person” or something to get the results I got.
I feel like that’s bad news for us as a society.
This person is not merely “fat”, this person is a (barely) breathing corpse:
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THIS person is merely fat, and what I expected from the results (although she’s probably obese as well, she’s clearly human-shaped):
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She’s about the weight I assumed would make up most of the results, and I had to scroll past MANY megahuge people to get to her.
This means nothing to anything, but I thought it was interesting. I also wonder if results are wildly different on less-fat countries’ Googles.
 
I have another story, from the same cafe job I worked a long time ago as a cashier. A whole family of sows and pigluns waddled into my store, and the lady making the orders used my low sitting counter as a makeshift bed while she flipped through the catering menu by mistake. She walked like 20 feet from the car to the counter and was already exhausted. Then, after giving her the dine in menu she located the sides and asked me "WHICH ONE D'BIGGEST?" And I had to tell her they were all the same size.
 
Last month I had to go to the ER for a lung/kidney infection. They wheel this guy into the room across from me. He's over 400 lbs. He's in there because he was trying to scoot out the front door on his ass to sit on the porch. He tumbled down the porch steps and couldn't get up. He's chatting the whole damn time about how he relies on Go Fund Me to pay his bills because he has no family. He keeps complaining that he wants to eat and drink even though they told him he can't have anything right now. He's dehydrated and on an IV. He's got multiple health problems and he's being admitted. The whole time I'm laying there having to hear his moaning and chattering about his personal life. All his health problems are from overeating. He's in the hospital because he gorged himself so much that he can't even get out of his house without hurting himself.
 
I think there's only one that I can really remember. Many years ago, after my Dad and I got off work at our respective jobs, we met up to get dinner and pick up some groceries. At the grocery store, there was this fat woman in one of those mobility scooters. She was with, who I assume to be, her husband who wasn't even half her size, and her adult daughter. Anyway, she was your stereotypical, rage-filled fatty. Taking up aisles and blocking the way for everyone and just being generally rude to everyone around her. My Dad and I were tired from a long day at our jobs, so we just avoided any aisle with her.

When you were done and standing in line, him and I just hear "The fuck you looking at?" behind us. We turn around, and of course, it's the rage fatty talking shit to some random guy in another line who was just laughing as he was putting his groceries on the conveyer belt at that point. She was saying things like "I'll beat your ass" and other dumb shit that obviously wasn't going to happen. By the time my Dad said "Who is this fat bitch talking to?", her husband and daughter were already walking her off.

Almost felt bad for the husband and daughter, but I'm sure this wasn't an isolated occurrence with this woman, so them continuing to take her fat ass out in public like that to be a rage fatty is a conscience decision on their part. So that's on them, as well.
 
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