Corissa Enneking / fatgirlflow and Juliana "J" Aprileo / comfyfattravels - Delusional fat-acceptance lesbian couple, junk-food addicts with expensive taste, denied a mortgage due to excessive Doordash ordering

When will Juliana become bedbound? As of January 2022

  • Within 3 months

    Votes: 33 4.3%
  • Within 6 months

    Votes: 118 15.4%
  • Within a year

    Votes: 206 26.9%
  • Within 3 years

    Votes: 140 18.3%
  • Never

    Votes: 21 2.7%
  • Shes already there

    Votes: 247 32.3%

  • Total voters
    765
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I work in L&D/Obstetrics.

I have met thousands of pregnant women.

I have delivered hundreds of babies.

Pregnancy is my goddamn specialist subject.

And hand on my fucking heart, I could not tell you which one of those two are pregnant. Or if they both are. Or if neither of them are.

when performing an abdominal palpation on a woman to assess position, one thing you have to do is assess engagement, how far the presenting part, usually the head, is in the pelvis. To do this, you need to feel where the bottom of the bump is, along the top of the bikini line is.

The second I note a BMI greater than 35 in the med rec I’ve learnt to use gloves for this procedure.

Why?

Because rather than dealing with a neat little baby bump that smoothly sweeps down to the mobs pubis, you’ve got a motherfucking fupa. And with one hand (or a poor unfortunate student if you have one working with you that day) you’re gonna have to hold that back while you stick your hand into the yeasty, moist, occasionally scaly and press in. Hard. Because you’re trying to feel through layers of fat.

Why do I know to wear gloves? Normally I don’t. Good scrub of the hands first, palpate, wash hands afterwards. Job done. No issues.

Until that time I had to palpate a woman with a BMI of 50+. It was moist. I could smell the strange, sweaty yeastiness, feel the warm, damp skin that lingered hidden underneath. I scrubbed my hands thoroughly and off I went to document my findings.

And I could still fucking smell it. Like an olfactory stain upon my skin. Like it had somehow burrowed into my pores. A lingering scent memory like when you’ve been cutting garlic or onions and you can’t quite get it off despite repeated hand washes.

I washed my hands raw that day.

And that’s why I now wear gloves for raised BMIs.
 
I could not tell you which one of those two are pregnant. Or if they both are. Or if neither of them are.
These two are rather interesting. Woman on the left is a pooner, woman on the right is the preggo woman. They used a known sperm donor who they plan to bring around for family events (and if I remember correctly, not tell the child he’s the father). The pooner that is playing pretend father used to be thin and rather cute before she started dating the fatty. Pooner “dad” also has a pooner sibling! They all live in a multi-generational household. Good times.
 
Imagine being so fat you'd have to lean forward and bend over to hug one another because your gunts literally keep you too far away
My thoughts exactly - God, how depressing an existence, not being able to fully embrace the people you love! And still, they prioritize pigging out over all else.
 
I work in L&D/Obstetrics.

I have met thousands of pregnant women.

I have delivered hundreds of babies.

Pregnancy is my goddamn specialist subject.
Would love to see your input on pregnant Fat Alex’s thread.

Not only is her BMI at least 45, she’s had gastric bypass and abdominoplasty. Her thread is only 4 pages long at this point, so a very easy read. Please come on board.
 
Had a local FA complain just before COVID hit that bar-style seating at a brewery was wrong, uncomfortable, didn’t fit her or others, etc
The tall barstool stuff? I would imagine a lot of people don’t find that very comfy. I don’t, personally. Many women don’t, they’re usually sized for male leg length so you end up dangling your feet off which is t comfy.
My reaction, and anyone sane’a reaction would be ‘nah let’s find another bar.’ Or ‘sure if we can sit at a table.’ Imagine the sheer gall needed to demand they rip out their interior to suit you.
 
Would love to see your input on pregnant Fat Alex’s thread.

Not only is her BMI at least 45, she’s had gastric bypass and abdominoplasty. Her thread is only 4 pages long at this point, so a very easy read. Please come on board.
I’ve read it! Was very excited to see it.

You know what the sad thing is? It’ll probably go fine. Pregnancy, birth and recovery. We’re getting better at delivering women with raised BMI. Gestational diabetes is ridiculously common. Insulin required GD becoming more so. Pre eclampsia, yeah, raised BMI is a risk but so is low BMI. It’s a crapshoot whether you get it or not. For any pregnant woman. Even delivering by caesarean is getting easier as docs become more used to dealing with the larger body. Our biggest issue tends to be wound healing. We’ve seen an increase in caesarean site infections that is almost directly linked to those women with higher BMIs.

When I started 15 years ago - our raised BMI guideline kicked in at 30. Then it was 35 and recently went up to 40. We used to get interested when we had someone with a BMI of 45 and try to see just how big they were. Now we don’t blink til it’s over 55.

And the other sad thing is how young these women are. It’s not unusual for 18/19/20 year olds to have a BMI greater than 40.
 
One of the most horrifying and cursed images ever posted here. The photo algo had absolutely no fucking clue what to make of that. It shrunk her face blew up the one hand then had the lens focus on the other one which it slimmed to even pooner levels of dainty despite j's best caloric consumption. Clown world.
 
Those strawberries Juliana is talking about planting? Yeah, those are wild strawberries. They can be found growing by roadsides in just about every state in the continental states. There may very well be a batch of them growing in my yard right now where the fucking rabbits like to squeeze under my fence.

They take all of zero effort to 'plant' and 'grow'. They just spring up like damned weeds.
 
I bet those wrist creases are absolutely fetid.

Someone in this thread (I think) once said something about her possibly developing intertrigo inside them. Fucking cursed

Oh my God... please tell me that hand is some kind of computer glitch. :cryblood:

Those wrists are one of the top reasons that I find Juliana to be one of the most physically repulsive deathfats (and pooners) that I have seen anywhere. They should not exist on an adult human being. Yet there they are, like Charity from My 600 Pound Life’s butt wings.

(At least Charity appeared like a nice, if not very traumatized, woman that just wanted to live a normal life. So I just pitied her for struggling to walk with that very unfortunate fat distribution pre removal. Whereas J embraces the lifestyle maintaining her baby wrists, so they are grosser and harder for me to look at in turn.)

Those strawberries Juliana is talking about planting? Yeah, those are wild strawberries. They can be found growing by roadsides in just about every state in the continental states. There may very well be a batch of them growing in my yard right now where the fucking rabbits like to squeeze under my fence.

They take all of zero effort to 'plant' and 'grow'. They just spring up like damned weeds.

Hey now, go easy on her. It is hard work when you require a truck bed and chairs littering your yard to get around
 
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