I know a few people who are around 300 pounds, if that's considered deathfat. But they are all, like, normal-to-lovely people. The only person I knew who was close to losing their mobility was some bitch who was a middle manager at a call centre, sort of the 00s version of a Karen, but I didn't interact with her that much. Her skin was always grey and ashen and it was a LOT of work for her to physically hurple her way around the floor. That's what I attributed her constant bitchiness to, but after hanging out on this forum for a while, it seems I may have confused the chicken and the egg. She would always talk about how she wanted the company to buy her a Segway so she could do her walking-around-the-floor duties, in a way that was half a joke and half a serious complaint.
However,
@Agripepsi's epic poem reminded me of a time I went on what is quite possibly the same Danube river cruise, but in a different year. There was a very unpleasant fellow passenger who ended up going on all the same tours as me. I would guess he's over 300 pounds, but he was still able to walk around steep European streets without wheezing his lungs out, so IDK, whatever. He was probably in his 40s, or very hard-lived 30s.
The thing was made me remember him over countless other fat tourists I've seen in my life was his bizarre body shape. He was fat all over, with disproportionately huge man boobs. But he also had a secondary set of man boobs in the corner of his armpits. You know that little bit of fat where they apparently put pacemakers? They were even rounder and more luscious than his normal fat boobs. And he always wore tank tops, so he had considerable cleavage showing from his gross floppy moobs, and then the entirety of these second, rounder, more boob-shaped armpit boobs would spill out from the sleeves. They jiggled around and looked really painful.
I like to think I wouldn't have remember this so clearly if he wasn't also such a VILE human being. He was always burping, would talk through the tour guide's presentations and scoff at things, like one of those dumb tourists who is never impressed with anything they see. He wasn't American either, he was some kind of Eastern European. His girlfriend/wife was an extremely skinny and made up blonde, with clearly fake boobs and possibly ass implants. She wobbled everywhere on very high heels, even though we were walking on a lot of steep cobble stone streets. He would constantly grab her ass and she would giggle loudly, while the rest of us were trying to learn about the history of some cathedral or whatever.
Fucking disgusting.
