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

[Mrtrollenski]

It still haunts me to this day.

I used to promote a BDSM party in a major metro with a couple other guys. We made enough money to have a couple of sick BBQs every month and it made it way easier to pick up chicks for whatever retarded reason. I saw a lot of fucked up shit but the worst was some old obese dude fucking a deathfat in a large chair.

It was a pro Domme place during the week so it had a couple of those oversized wooden throne looking chairs you see in fetish videos sometimes. I had just finished a scene with my girl and was pretty high at the time when her face suddenly looked like she was witnessing death. I looked over and this sad boomer incel who had repeatedly asked me for help picking up women was railing the cowboy shit out of this death fat.

Her stomach had gelled around her perfectly filling up the almost love seat sized chair, her rolls engulfing the armrests. As our bearded obese no longer incel daredevil pounded her entire mass moved back and forth like a flesh ocean. Sweat puddles, at least the size of your thumb but shallow enough you wouldn't have noticed them if not for the spinning light show thingy we had up frolicked and sputtered.

I watched in pure morbid fascination long enough that I still remember it all today. I then looked around, needing to have the guys see this because of how utterly amazing it was, only to see the entire party in the main room, maybe 70 people, had stopped dead to witness. Everyone's face was disgusted.

The chair of course was broken when they finished. I found out sometime later when the brother of the owner told me, laughing his ass off, that the sister had gotten pissed about it and reviewed the security tape. The chair had been right at the entrance. She had a long history in fetish porn and had done a lot of shit.

She usually had a "slave" fix things when they broke and we would help pay for the damages if professional help was required. The chair was never brought up, it simply disappeared forever. She never came to one of our parties again, but all her girls showed up, saying they heard it was where the crazy shit happened.

 

[George Floyd Sneed]

Is there even such a thing as a BDSM party that isn’t full of fat people?

 

[Mrtrollenski]

Is there even such a thing as a BDSM party that isn’t full of fat people?

Depends on the city.

 

[Coelacanth]

Is there even such a thing as a BDSM party that isn’t full of fat people?

It's a requirement in cities like San Francisco and London.

 

[𝕺𝖑' 𝕯𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞 𝕱𝖆𝖙𝖘𝖔]

It still haunts me to this day.

I used to promote a BDSM party in a major metro with a couple other guys. We made enough money to have a couple of sick BBQs every month and it made it way easier to pick up chicks for whatever retarded reason. I saw a lot of fucked up shit but the worst was some old obese dude fucking a deathfat in a large chair.

It was a pro Domme place during the week so it had a couple of those oversized wooden throne looking chairs you see in fetish videos sometimes. I had just finished a scene with my girl and was pretty high at the time when her face suddenly looked like she was witnessing death. I looked over and this sad boomer incel who had repeatedly asked me for help picking up women was railing the cowboy shit out of this death fat.

Her stomach had gelled around her perfectly filling up the almost love seat sized chair, her rolls engulfing the armrests. As our bearded obese no longer incel daredevil pounded her entire mass moved back and forth like a flesh ocean. Sweat puddles, at least the size of your thumb but shallow enough you wouldn't have noticed them if not for the spinning light show thingy we had up frolicked and sputtered.

I watched in pure morbid fascination long enough that I still remember it all today. I then looked around, needing to have the guys see this because of how utterly amazing it was, only to see the entire party in the main room, maybe 70 people, had stopped dead to witness. Everyone's face was disgusted.

The chair of course was broken when they finished. I found out sometime later when the brother of the owner told me, laughing his ass off, that the sister had gotten pissed about it and reviewed the security tape. The chair had been right at the entrance. She had a long history in fetish porn and had done a lot of shit.

She usually had a "slave" fix things when they broke and we would help pay for the damages if professional help was required. The chair was never brought up, it simply disappeared forever. She never came to one of our parties again, but all her girls showed up, saying they heard it was where the crazy shit happened.

 

[Mrtrollenski]

There are 100% clubs like that

 

[booklover]

It still haunts me to this day.

I used to promote a BDSM party in a major metro with a couple other guys. We made enough money to have a couple of sick BBQs every month and it made it way easier to pick up chicks for whatever retarded reason. I saw a lot of fucked up shit but the worst was some old obese dude fucking a deathfat in a large chair.

It was a pro Domme place during the week so it had a couple of those oversized wooden throne looking chairs you see in fetish videos sometimes. I had just finished a scene with my girl and was pretty high at the time when her face suddenly looked like she was witnessing death. I looked over and this sad boomer incel who had repeatedly asked me for help picking up women was railing the cowboy shit out of this death fat.

Her stomach had gelled around her perfectly filling up the almost love seat sized chair, her rolls engulfing the armrests. As our bearded obese no longer incel daredevil pounded her entire mass moved back and forth like a flesh ocean. Sweat puddles, at least the size of your thumb but shallow enough you wouldn't have noticed them if not for the spinning light show thingy we had up frolicked and sputtered.

I watched in pure morbid fascination long enough that I still remember it all today. I then looked around, needing to have the guys see this because of how utterly amazing it was, only to see the entire party in the main room, maybe 70 people, had stopped dead to witness. Everyone's face was disgusted.

The chair of course was broken when they finished. I found out sometime later when the brother of the owner told me, laughing his ass off, that the sister had gotten pissed about it and reviewed the security tape. The chair had been right at the entrance. She had a long history in fetish porn and had done a lot of shit.

She usually had a "slave" fix things when they broke and we would help pay for the damages if professional help was required. The chair was never brought up, it simply disappeared forever. She never came to one of our parties again, but all her girls showed up, saying they heard it was where the crazy shit happened.

I totally thought of this story when I read this post.

Athletes at Tokyo Olympics 'given anti-sex' beds to limit spread of coronavirus

Beds at the Tokyo Olympics Athletes' Village are reportedly made of cardboard to discourage competitors from having sex or sharing beds.

news.yahoo.com

Excuse me, but since when do you have to have sex in a bed?

 

[booklover]

What everyone here fails to understand is that death fats do not cook. Not even frozen shit they pop in the micro; they can't be bothered to heat the oven and wait for frozen pizza and fries to cook. They buy breakfast and lunch at a drive thru. They buy takeaways nightly. They expect either fast food, or buffets, or delivery. They do not cook, heat, microwave, or prepare ANYTHING.

In between they snack from pre-made items and quaff soda.

No cooking. They hates it.

When I worked at the hospital, I could never get over morbidly obese people who nevertheless had vitamin deficiencies and/or protein-calorie malnutrition.

 

[Hewwo Kitty]

This woman I was watching came in a powered scooter. She couldn't stand up well and the bathroom didn't have a rail bar on this floor. So we called a nurse who we thought could help her. She sent him out immediately.she decided to scoot onto the toilet.
She stayed in the chair in the room instead of the bed. When we did, she wanted to freshen up and asked me to help her with her bra. She was taking so long my shift ended.

She also fell asleep on the toilet and said she was just relaxing.

 

[3MMA]

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She never came to one of our parties again, but all her girls showed up, saying they heard it was where the crazy shit happened.

Did the deathfat have red hair?

I used to be involved in a charity, & eventually made friends w/ a deathfat. Met her at an initial meeting, avoided her & some others, could tell she wanted to meet, had an “off” feeling about her, avoided her.

Cue to maybe 3 years later, still involved w/ this group, approached by the now, ex-deathfat; the difference was shocking. She’d lost a lot of weight, likely at least 100lbs, maybe 150. She was approx 5’7” & from head to waist looked pretty normal now, slightly plump, like she’d maybe be a size 14 at most. If not for her ass & hips. They were still huge. She’d probably dropped into the 200 something range, I’ll guess anywhere from 220-280 lbs. The now close to normal top plus that huge bottom, made her a hard weight to guess. If she was a size 14 on top, she was easily a size 24 on bottom, if not larger.

She was well-spoken, intelligent, clever, but likely borderline personality disorder, I found over time. We became sort of friends, for about a year. Her BPD manifested blatantly, eventually, wasn’t obvious at the start.

Weren’t super close, it was mostly socializing at events, where we’d chat up for awhile. She was in some weird, poly, relationship crap, & moved a few hours away to be closer to her “polycule.” (Her words)

In the time I knew her, she would eat, eat, eat. Only fatty in her family. It wasn’t likely genetic, it was a food addiction.

I don’t see her for a year, but we were on social media (this was about 10 years ago) & she announced that she’d left her polycule. She’d also become a pro-domme, but was mostly hooking & catering to dudes w/ feeder fetishes. Etc, gross details.

I saw her at an event, she had fucking doubled! Not sure how you can do that in year! Bigger than the first time I’d ever seen her, now. Just huge.

She claimed depression over the poly break-up. Got into all kinds of shit. Got super into the kink scene in her new city. We met in a pretty big city, but she’d moved to a bigger one.

Had an unrelated (not really part of this story) falling out w/ in a year from that. Long story short, she liked to steal shit from other peoples bags & purses, to fuel drug relapse etc.

I have no real, ill-will, a part of me hope she gets better, loses weight again, moves forward in her life. That’s when she crosses my mind, which, upon the occasional moment she does, I search her name, alt names, handles, on KF, to see if she has a thread here yet.
Red-head, “sex-worker” deathfat from a large, metropolitan area.

Got a strong vibe of her from your story, she tends to have a posse, like the chicks you mentioned at the end, & is ham hocks deep in the bdsm BS.
I know, sounds like we all know, that deathfats & bdsm are like peanut butter & jelly, often paired together, but that’s a whole ‘nother convo. Probably a few score, fat, redheads, into the S&M shit, thought I’d ask anyway.

 

[RunRufusRun]

Back in high school there was a deathfat that was so big she had to turn sideways to get out any class room door. Went to school with her from 3rd grade on. And all her clothes were home made. Mostly cause back then stores didnt carry stuff in her size.

Worst part was she appeared to have a crush on me. She would call my house at all hours of the day.

 

[Free the Pedos]

Did the deathfat have red hair?

I used to be involved in a charity, & eventually made friends w/ a deathfat. Met her at an initial meeting, avoided her & some others, could tell she wanted to meet, had an “off” feeling about her, avoided her.

Cue to maybe 3 years later, still involved w/ this group, approached by the now, ex-deathfat; the difference was shocking. She’d lost a lot of weight, likely at least 100lbs, maybe 150. She was approx 5’7” & from head to waist looked pretty normal now, slightly plump, like she’d maybe be a size 14 at most. If not for her ass & hips. They were still huge. She’d probably dropped into the 200 something range, I’ll guess anywhere from 220-280 lbs. The now close to normal top plus that huge bottom, made her a hard weight to guess. If she was a size 14 on top, she was easily a size 24 on bottom, if not larger.

She was well-spoken, intelligent, clever, but likely borderline personality disorder, I found over time. We became sort of friends, for about a year. Her BPD manifested blatantly, eventually, wasn’t obvious at the start.

Weren’t super close, it was mostly socializing at events, where we’d chat up for awhile. She was in some weird, poly, relationship crap, & moved a few hours away to be closer to her “polycule.” (Her words)

In the time I knew her, she would eat, eat, eat. Only fatty in her family. It wasn’t likely genetic, it was a food addiction.

I don’t see her for a year, but we were on social media (this was about 10 years ago) & she announced that she’d left her polycule. She’d also become a pro-domme, but was mostly hooking & catering to dudes w/ feeder fetishes. Etc, gross details.

I saw her at an event, she had fucking doubled! Not sure how you can do that in year! Bigger than the first time I’d ever seen her, now. Just huge.

She claimed depression over the poly break-up. Got into all kinds of shit. Got super into the kink scene in her new city. We met in a pretty big city, but she’d moved to a bigger one.

Had an unrelated (not really part of this story) falling out w/ in a year from that. Long story short, she liked to steal shit from other peoples bags & purses, to fuel drug relapse etc.

I have no real, ill-will, a part of me hope she gets better, loses weight again, moves forward in her life. That’s when she crosses my mind, which, upon the occasional moment she does, I search her name, alt names, handles, on KF, to see if she has a thread here yet.
Red-head, “sex-worker” deathfat from a large, metropolitan area.

Got a strong vibe of her from your story, she tends to have a posse, like the chicks you mentioned at the end, & is ham hocks deep in the bdsm BS.
I know, sounds like we all know, that deathfats & bdsm are like peanut butter & jelly, often paired together, but that’s a whole ‘nother convo. Probably a few score, fat, redheads, into the S&M shit, thought I’d ask anyway.

Poly and BPD go together like chocolate and peanut butter.

 

[TerminalTryHard]

When I worked at the hospital, I could never get over morbidly obese people who nevertheless had vitamin deficiencies and/or protein-calorie malnutrition.

It's super common actually that and minor dehydration. The types of cheap calorie dense food necessary to gain and maintain that weight tend to be over processed junk and loaded with sugar. Surprisingly enough frozen pizza and mountain dew do not make a complete diet.

 

[Wooden Spoon]

I have debated posting here for a long time and finally I have deduced...why not. It might make for a fun story time. I didn't see this particular deathfat at a grocery store or not even a doctor's office, nah...this deathfat decided to have children, and I am one of the unfortunate products. I would put him in the category of infinifat, weighing in at 750 lbs and standing at 6 feet tall.

Growing up I was always a little errand girl, such as "Spoon, why don't you be a good little wooden splinter and go get daddy a drink from the fridge!" Or "SPOON! COME HERE!" and then upon entering the bedroom getting asked to hand him the remote to the TV, that rested a couple of inches away from his bed. After walking back to my room I would hear my name again, but this time his demand would be to shut the room light off. Five minutes later, he would demand another soda.

I remember one time we got pulled over by the police, and I wasn't fastened in a proper car seat (not that there were laws yet making this mandatory...) in order to hide me so he wouldn't at least receive a ticket for a child without a seatbelt, he tucked me away behind his arm and belly fat. The officer was unaware as he wrote his ticket. My childhood is riddled with memories of retrieving shit for him, helping him with his government job, all of the household chores that he couldn't do (laundry, washing dishes, cooking, you know...anything that really involved movement, especially walking and breathing.)

On the day that I turned 18, I ran away. And I haven't looked back since. I feel for Jeremiah of the Amy Ramadan clan, because I know all too well what it is like to be the child slave of a death fat. I was also the eldest, so other certain responsibilities were on my shoulders.

 

[booklover]

Wooden Spoon, is he still alive, or do you know, or care?

 

[Ruin]

Yesterday I was at Walmart buying a new pair of shoes (lolpoor) and a whole fatmly rolled past me on scooty puffs, a mom, a dad, and three little fatlets. The parents were at least 500+ pounds and the kids 250-300.

If you've already given up on walking at ten years old you are beyond fucked.

 

[Wooden Spoon]

Wooden Spoon, is he still alive, or do you know, or care?

He is still alive. It's why I know Amber and Chinny have a long way yet to go, because he has been bed bound for years now but he is still alive. Got cancer and all these other problems because of his weight problem, yet he still continues to eat. I was sent some pictures recently...his legs have atrophied very badly. Like...a Ricky Berwick situation, if you will. I hate it for him, but he never loved his family or children enough to want to be there for them. It was easier to try to shape his children into caretakers than it was to make a change.

 

[sawdusteater]

The deathfat I know of is currently in the making.

She's my stepmother, who fits every single stereotype of an evil stepmother. She was extremely awful to me, manipulative, hit my father, destroyed his things, tried to stab him when I was a child, and tried to make my friends stop being mine because she thought I "didn't deserve them." Hell, she even thought that instead of me walking across stage for my graduation, she should- for.... no reason at all. Because she didn't do anything to help me with school but rather would make my life so miserable I had to lock myself in my room to escape her awfulness.

She had always been a relatively skinny person, average build. After the birth of my youngest half-brother however, she got postpartum. Immediately became an alcoholic, that's when the mistreatment of me really ramped up. My father was thankfully gone most of the time because of his busy work schedule. And with her alcoholism she began to eat more, often eating so much of the food and she was too lazy to buy more. This was to the point I would have to spend my own money given to me for my birthday/Christmas to buy more when I was 14. There would be none left for my brother who was 6 and myself, and my father. My littlest brother was too young to eat solids.

In 2019, she filed for divorce. She felt like my dad was a horrible bad person for not giving her all of the attention, and a few months after my Dad and I were kicked out- she regretted her decision. My dad, being the chad he is- never went back to her. He's very traumatized from their entire marriage, and I'm very glad he stayed gone for his and my sake. Because of this regret and alcoholism, the amount she ate made her balloon in size. She's unrecognizable now, and the sparse times I see her it's all I can see. After her brother died recently (after drinking himself to death after killing his infant daughter), I can only see her future as a pile of skin and crumbs.

What's funny though is that she would often shame heavier women, even my own mother (Who's not even fat!!). I guess karma really does bite people in the ass, doesn't it?

 

[bvt_hooligan]

deathfat-sized people aren't that common in my country, but still i got two stories.

once i was sitting in front of my apartment building. it was a very, very windy day, so i had to turn music in my headphones to the max to be able to even hear it.
then i heard a loud clank of the stairs exit's door shutting, looked up and saw her, standing about twenty feet away from me. really short, probably around two hundred and fifty elbees, completely red in the face and breathing so loudly that i could hear her through the distance, roaring wind and my blasting music. the look on her wet face was of such absolute misery that i honestly felt bad for her.

second encounter happened in a park near a local "burger king". it was the largest woman i ever saw, sitting on a bench and using her massive stomach as a table to hold two burgers, some fries and a large soda.

 

[Onion Guide]

I saw this absolutely massive woman on the train on my commute once. I had a window seat and she sat down next to me, completely blocking off my escape and access to fresh air. She had that older art teacher aesthetic, with tacky beads and scarves and shit all over.

When I reached my stop, I said 'excuse me', and the woman just stared and shrugged and kind of weakly apologised. She straight up wasn't going to move out of the way. So I, in my office clothes with my laptop bag, literally had to stand on my chair and jump over her legs to reach the aisle. Imagine reaching the point where getting in and out of a chair is a challenge, I don't understand how these people aren't mortified 24/7. I think about her frequently.