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

[Dead Eye]

Make it as generic as possible but could you tell us about a memorable person? I bet you've got some good stories!

One does shine above the rest. He's a middle-aged man (50s maybe) who had both legs chopped off a few years ago due to beetus. He rides around in a motor chair, his wife (a rail-thin meth whore) following him wherever he goes. They don't have a car, so they just walk (and roll) around town. The wife is always pushing a shopping cart, regardless of what context you see them in. The man is at least somewhat retarded, and spent time in jail at one point for molestation. They both stink to high heaven. The man is covered in sores and scabs, and the last time I saw him he actually had a wooden back scratcher taped to one of his folds.

 

[Karl der Grosse]

I used to work for a law firm, and one of our cases involved a deathfat. "Mike" was a big guy, a tall and extremely obese man who topped out at 575 lbs in the time I knew him. Mike worked security in a local riverboat casino. This particular casino had a poor OSHA record, asbestos, mold, and a really, really poor air circulation system. Anyway, Mike had a desk job there working security, and part of his job involved picking up certain deposits from the main floor and taking them via elevator six floors down to the basement, where the vault was. Mike got on the elevator one day and pressed down. He suddenly felt faint and collapsed onto the elevator floor. When it hit the basement, the doors opened and he fell flat. For the next ten minutes, the security footage shows the elevator doors trying to close, hitting his swollen melon, and bouncing back. It's silent footage, but I know I wasn't the only one hearing the little 'bing' noise every time they closed. We got him some money. He went on to move to the next state over, go on Weight Watchers, and lose 300 lbs. He ended up getting a job coaching sports. I liked him, I was sorry when I heard he died. He died in his mid-50's, I can't help but feel morbid obesity (and working a decade at that casino) shortened his life by 20-25 years.

 

[blue gopher snakes]

My grandmother was a deathfat and a trash hoarder. I bet she featured in stories for the people she encountered. When I slept at her house as a young child, she would wake up me in the middle of the night to go buy ice cream cakes which she could polish off entirely in one sitting. One year she stole all my Halloween candy and ate it in one sitting, unrepentantly telling my mom that “it was my fault for bringing it around her.” Her favorite restaurant was Hometown Buffet.

Eventually she had at least one hip and one knee replaced and, fulfilling the adage about being too mean to die, lived nearly into her 90s.

 

[pussy raptor]

As a teen I once shared a hospital room with a morbidly obese girl. She was around my age and I was a little bit taller than her, still she easily was 5 times my weight at the time.

She was actually quite nice, terribly daft. But friendly.

Still, I was bedridden and constantly had to ask the nurses to open the window for me... the smell was really something I won't ever forget.

I wonder if the hospital stay ever helped her get to a healthier weight or if she kept gaining and died. She was so young but so huge, it was really depressing.

 

[Crybaby Xianghua]

I had an ex-friend years back who wasn't only just morbidly obese, but also had Prader-Wili syndrome. She looks like a black version of Tammy Slaton. I shit you guys not.

Anyways, when she was 18-19 years old, she threw a childish temper tantrum out in public in front of her mother and I. It was so embarrassing.

Sadly, this girl committed suicide at 27 after learning of her mother's death a few days earlier. She overdosed on her deceased mother's medication left overs.

She was something else alright. But still, it blows that did something rash like that.

 

[Non-gmo titties]

I used to work closely with a nearly immobile death fat. She would often lecture me about how unhealthy I was for the fruit or crackers I ate during lunch, usually citing Dr. Oz as her source.

She also was diabetic and didn’t look after her blood sugar the way she should have, and she would get dizzy spells pretty often. Instead of taking the medication that she was prescribed she would keep a bag of cookies at her desk, saying that she needed them for the times when her blood sugar was low. Then I would hear her snacking on cookies all afternoon.

She was probably one of the dumbest humans I’ve ever met.

 

[Tard Repository]

PL, but had a second cousin of mine who was a deathfat. Cool guy all-around and at one point managed to lose quite a bit of weight, but he eventually ended up putting the pounds back on and was so fat he literally fell through the floor of his trailer one day. Died a couple years back because of complications.

 

[katebushnightcore]

Let's say someone I know has packed necrotizing fasciitis wounds the size of toddlers on a 500+ el bee lady. While she has a shit tube in to keep shit out of the wound as it wrapped around front to back, but the shit was just oozing around the tube. Deathfats should have to watch video of that, this was a reoccuring problem for her due to low mobility, poor hygiene, and unclean water. Was a 3-4 person job just to turn her side to side and would fill a full size garbage can with dirty dressings each change.

 

[DelicateMageflower]

I know a dude who was an extremely fit paramedic and fucked his back up helping lift a 500+ pound woman. Had to have surgery and he was eventually permanently sidelined because he just wasn't the same after.

 

[Agent Abe Caprine]

Know a death fat that drinks two 2L of soda a day or week. When he comes back home, he calls the police to tell them he's safe. There's a few people he's chosen to be his captive audience friends that he calls every night. Think he's called 911 because he was out of Coca-Cola.

The reason he doesn't get in trouble for wasting the police's time is he's an exceptional individual. No one reports his phone harassment for the same reason.

 

[Dysnomia]

I've actually seen quite a few around. I'm in a big city and there are a lot of fatties.

There used to be this... thing that came into Wawa to order food. A good five hundy+. I could not tell if it was male or female because it was just a disgusting lump. Always the same t-shirt and sweatpants combo and ambiguously styled shoulder length hair. This person looked like they had one beetus foot in the grave.

Growing up I actually knew someone who weighed well over 400 lbs and would order pizza and then a three liter diet soda because she was trying to cut down.

She had weight loss surgery and gained it all back and then some by stretching her stomach.

 

[Welcome to Chin Dab 101]

Best friend is a meatball at 5’2’ and 400+ lbs. She’s actively dying at 32 with lung and cardiac problems due to a severe pulmonary embolism about 5 years back (because she wouldn’t take the time to go to the doctor when earlier medical shit happened, mainly due to being scared of being chastised for her weight). She’s an amazing caring person though, so sweet and nice, not a unkind bone in her body. Meatball has the palette of an 11-year-old just like AL. Her oven/stovetop broke, so now she has a legitimate excuse to order Postmates every damn day. I love her, but she desperately needs therapy.

Meatball’s mother is shorter than her, and like 200+ lbs heavier - bedbound with uncontrolled lymphedema, congestive heart failure, and massive blood clots. She essentially wore a diaper for about 8 months last year after going into the hospital because she demanded food that gave her liquid shits, and the family caved because she was at death’s door. They had to clean up her shit, so I didn’t feel bad when my best friend complained constantly about it. Momma Meatball is the cuntiest parent of a friend I’ve ever met. She only cares about herself and what she can drain from everyone around her. Textbook narcissist. She was (and still is) verbally abusive to her husband and Meatball, but treated Meatball’s little sister (the tall skinny one) like her BFF instead of a child.

 

[deputydogshit2.0]

I worked with a deathfat. My guess is she weighed about 400. She once told me “I really don’t eat much... Some people are physically incapable of losing weight”. She failed the psych evaluation for WLS. She fought the insurance company and they eventually agreed to pay for the surgery. Upon her return to work, we went to the cafeteria. She had an English muffin with SIX slices of bacon and what HAD to be a 1/4 cup of mayonnaise.
She only lost about 75 elbees. I’ve never known someone who had WLS to lose such a small amount. Something went wrong with her stomach (surgery related—-she never explained what exactly) and she had to go for two correction surgeries.

Clearly, the person who did not think she was a good candidate knew what he was talking about.

 

[AbraCadaver]

I’ve watched a man in his 30s sit in a wheelchair listening to the telly, stone-blind from diabetes, giant body oozing out of the chair, face legit looking like a corpse with its bloated cheeks, grey pallor, crust around the eyes and lips, looking like he could die at any moment, a giant tin of used insulin needles on the counter next to him...

...eating an entire pack of sugar wafers. Some people just choose death over effort.

 

[Constellationzero]

In my undergrad, I had a math professor who was easy 500(?) Fucker was actually ambulatory, probably in his 50's, but looked much older. He was a prolific smoker, had a snappish, curt demeanor, and openly stated that he was taking diruetics and is "an old man" so has to take frequent bathroom breaks during the one hour, three days a week, class. He dressed in a shirt, tie, dress pants combo that looked like leavings from the Salvation Army and they were always covered with spots and stains.
He'd walk up and down the aisles during "seatwork" and of course, he couldn't help but brush his corpulent thigh or ass against anyone unfortunate to be in the aisle he walked down.
And the smell. Good Christ Almighty and the Virgin Mary, the fucking SMELL. It was either really bad genetalia/sweat/BO or really French or Corsican cheese--as left in a restaurant dumpster in mid-August awaiting Blowfly Girl. On only one occasion, I had a face full of the air that wafted in his wake...and I had to quickly get up and find the nearest restroom all while struggling mightily against the choking reflexive gag in the back of my throat.

As I remember, he wasn't rated too high on RateMyProfessor. He'd be retired by now (if he isn't dead), so not sure if his reviews are still there.

 

[ScrapBuyer]

You know, one of my earliest memories was seeing one. I was probably around 4 years old and I was at one of the pool sections in disneyland. I remember seeing this HUGE (500lbs?) older guy, shirtless. He was holding a hotdog in one hand and ice cream in the other, with his wet, sunburnt skin shining in the light. it's a picture I'll probably remember forever. Don't even remember anything else from the trip other than being in the hotel room a little

 

[toilet_rainbow]

I have retail experience and live in the Deep South so...

My earliest memory of a deathfat is, appropriately, at a buffet. When I was eight or nine I was allowed to get my own food for the first time. Saw this lady that was as wide as she was tall. Hair in poop bun, wore a plain pink muumuu and matching slippers, balanced a tray full of plates piled with food on her stomach. Observed her waddling for a minute before feeling turned off from getting a second plate.

Before my dad passed, I regularly met him during lunch at a McDonald's that he loved to visit so he could drink Coke and talk to retirees and employees. This McDonald's is the only place that I've ever seen someone nearing 500 pounds actually working a manual job. She works (worked?) both at the grocery store across the street and the McDonalds, in fact. Good for her, actually. She definitely needs to lose weight, however.

 

[Karl der Grosse]

I have one more deathfat story. This one also involves the law firm I worked for. One of the partners had a legal secretary named Faye who was a big fat psycho. She smelled bad, she was rude, she thought everyone answered to her because she worked directly for partner (lol, no). She snarled at clients and talked about everyone behind their backs. She even used to bring her literally retarded smallfat daughter in to the office. We were very casual and laid-back for a law firm, but that shit just doesn't fly.

What finally got her fired was interesting. One of our biggest clients, who we made hundreds of thousands in fees and costs from, called the senior partner and asked him just what 500 page document was getting copied at 2 AM and just what that document had to do with his case. See, we had a setup with our copier where you had to enter a case number to use it, so we could make sure proper costs were passed on to the right clients. It recorded the time, date, number of copies, and client number. What came out, after a few questions were asked, was this: Big Fat Faye (her secret name) had actually gone down to the office in the middle of the night and was copying the manuscript for a romance novel she was writing. A gay, teenage coming-of-age romance novel. She put it on the client's account and figured no one would notice, since he did such big business with us each month. And she was right, to an extent. One of my jobs was to review client invoices before they went out. I missed it. Ditto my boss and the partner, both of whom also reviewed invoices.

We could have been in real legal trouble over fraudulent billing for sending out that invoice, and once the story was pieced together, Big Fat Faye was gone. She apparently got six months severance. That was ridiculous to me, but that firm was always absurdly generous to employees who they fired. Hell, they were absurdly generous with benefits and bonuses, too. Anyway, after she was gone, no one missed her. Hell, after a week, no one even talked about her.

 

[Mender Bug]

There was a death fat that went to my highschool. She literally had the body proportions of a great unclean one from 40k. This girl was 500+ easy. Thankfully I didnt have any classes with her ever. My freshman year she was just a normal student. Over the course of highschool she got fatter and fatter and fatter. She progressed from walking to crutches to a walker to a wheel chair. By my senior year she was so fat she had to have an aide assigned her.

 

[No. 7 cat]

I had an obese couple come up to the register of the place I was working at. "Do you guys sell hotdogs?"
It was a cafe.

I hope you said 'no, and you shouldn't have any ever.'

I had an uncle who got 'farmer's lung' in his younger days because of fine grey dust from his combine harvester (the ones in the '50s had no cabs and he didn't do anything about the dust which would cover him) which combined with a hearty appetite brought him near to mobility scooter fat (his lungs were f'ed anyhow), but he lived close to 80. Good man, but was probably not a death fat, just fat.