Deathfat Encounters IRL -

[krazy orange cat]

This is going to be a long one but it's the most memorable deathfat I've encountered.

Seven years ago there was a deathfat that worked in the same department I did. She was 63 , 4'9" and weighed 420+ pounds. She was also loud and obnoxious and threw an absolute fit whenever the company wanted to change procedures or switch software or do anything that would require her to learn something new.

We had a lot of potlucks there. Whenever there was a holiday, a birthday, someone had a baby...and this bitch would also contribute a container of sour cream. Regardless of what the theme was, like "nacho bar" or "soups" or "Thanksgiving feast" she contributed sour cream. The same container multiple times until someone would find it in the fridge and throw it out. One year for the Thanksgiving potluck some of us chipped it to get a 10 pound HoneyBaked Ham while some others in the group went in together to get a turkey. Management took care of all the sides. It was great, and we knew that there would be a lot left over. We had two sisters that worked there and they had just lost their father, so we though it would be great for them to have the ham and turkey to take home since they were struggling to even make funeral arrangements. The ham and turkey were divided with half for the potluck and half put in containers in the fridge for the sisters. After lunch was over and we were in the kitchen cleaning up, we noticed that the deathfat had moved her car to park directly in front of the door that led from the breakroom to the parking lot. She parked there often though as she could barely walk and didn't want to haul herself any further than she had to.

An hour before quitting time management says we can all go home early. The deathfat is the first one to get up, yell "BYEEEEEE!" and rush through the breakroom to get to her car. Everyone else takes a moment to finish things up, lock up desks and go around and wish each other a happy holiday. The manager goes into the breakroom to get the ham and turkey to give to the sisters.

THE REFRIGERATOR WAS FUCKING EMPTY.

Not long after that we moved to a different building. She complained from day one that it was too far for her to walk from the nearest entrance to where her desk was and she tried to get them to move/swap departments so she could be five feet from the entrance/exit. Then one day she had a complete meltdown and told the company president to "go fuck yourself" and that they were lucky to have her working there. They fired her and had to forcibly remove her from the building.

 

[DoorPost101]

This is going to be a long one but it's the most memorable deathfat I've encountered.

Seven years ago there was a deathfat that worked in the same department I did. She was 63 , 4'9" and weighed 420+ pounds. She was also loud and obnoxious and threw an absolute fit whenever the company wanted to change procedures or switch software or do anything that would require her to learn something new.

We had a lot of potlucks there. Whenever there was a holiday, a birthday, someone had a baby...and this bitch would also contribute a container of sour cream. Regardless of what the theme was, like "nacho bar" or "soups" or "Thanksgiving feast" she contributed sour cream. The same container multiple times until someone would find it in the fridge and throw it out. One year for the Thanksgiving potluck some of us chipped it to get a 10 pound HoneyBaked Ham while some others in the group went in together to get a turkey. Management took care of all the sides. It was great, and we knew that there would be a lot left over. We had two sisters that worked there and they had just lost their father, so we though it would be great for them to have the ham and turkey to take home since they were struggling to even make funeral arrangements. The ham and turkey were divided with half for the potluck and half put in containers in the fridge for the sisters. After lunch was over and we were in the kitchen cleaning up, we noticed that the deathfat had moved her car to park directly in front of the door that led from the breakroom to the parking lot. She parked there often though as she could barely walk and didn't want to haul herself any further than she had to.

An hour before quitting time management says we can all go home early. The deathfat is the first one to get up, yell "BYEEEEEE!" and rush through the breakroom to get to her car. Everyone else takes a moment to finish things up, lock up desks and go around and wish each other a happy holiday. The manager goes into the breakroom to get the ham and turkey to give to the sisters.

THE REFRIGERATOR WAS FUCKING EMPTY.

Not long after that we moved to a different building. She complained from day one that it was too far for her to walk from the nearest entrance to where her desk was and she tried to get them to move/swap departments so she could be five feet from the entrance/exit. Then one day she had a complete meltdown and told the company president to "go fuck yourself" and that they were lucky to have her working there. They fired her and had to forcibly remove her from the building.

This is amazing. How can one person's greed for food be so strong that they'd 1) wipe out an entire set of leftovers and 2) steal it from coworkers who are dealing with a funeral? Sounds like it would have been a treat to watch her get hauled out of the building.

 

[nigger of the north]

Despite the fact that the UK has its fair share of deathfats, I haven't actually met any up close and personal. Except one guy I used to work with.

Dude was always massive, probably around 400-20lbs. Over the last lockdown he ballooned in size, and is now about a hundred pounds heavier. He's only 25, but also smokes, drinks, and does zero exercise whatsoever beyond walking up and downstairs and (barely) moving at work.

I expect he'll be dead, or close to it, by the time he's 30.

The crazy thing? His parents and two sisters are actually bigger than him. Imagine that.

 

[Coelacanth]

Despite the fact that the UK has its fair share of deathfats, I haven't actually met any up close and personal.

Ohhhhh trust me I've seen a lot of UK deathfats in my time. They're mostly found in highly populated areas and they tend to look like unspeakable horrors from an HP Lovecraft story. Granted a lot of them come from poorer, less educated areas (and the ones that don't tend to be very avid members of the body positivity movement) but you're most likely to find them in areas with fast food joints like McDonald's and KFC.

I actually have a neighbour who is a deathfat (my mother and I call him "Eggman") and he has been the bane of our neighbourhood for about a year now. He moved in last year with his wife and four kids. Only one of them has any self control and is quite a pleasant lass to be around. The others? If the sin of pride could be personified, it would most likely form into something like that family. They always shout at the top of their lungs to each other - and people who've brought it up to them have been told to fuck off. According to them they're "merely expressing themselves", but a lot of us have been alarmed by just how psychotic their screams are.

Last year they had a huge party for Halloween - just for themselves - including a lot of food. Nothing wrong with celebrating the 2spooky month, right? Well we all received one hell of a scare when they decided to set off the loudest fireworks I've ever heard in my life (and bear in mind I've lived in Texas - a place where fireworks are as common as air). From what I could see from my balcony they were stuffing themselves full of candy and other treats as they did it. I'm amazed they didn't all die from heart attacks. Needless to say a lot of people gathered outside their house the next morning to let them know what they thought about their little display.

 

[booklover]

I went to university with a guy who was 400 pounds. He carried it as well as you could, but was only about 5'10". I had a writing class with him, and he had a science fiction story that got a very kindly delivered but pretty pointed critique by the instructor. He didn't take it well. I saw him later at graduation and gave him a hug, or more so he gave me one.

Fast forward about 15 years and I encountered him again, living in a totally different city, and actually having had some modest success with roleplaying game design (unlike the Farms' buddy Jake Alley). He'd been married and divorced, but stayed genuine friends with his ex, which is pretty rare. At some point, he'd also had bariatric surgery... and eaten/drunk his way back to 400 pounds.

I lost touch with him for a while and heard he'd actually gone through Alcoholics Anonymous, so maybe he's lost some of the beer calories -- who knows? Of course that would leave him with saggy skin, but he already had the huge scar from surgery (this was just before Dr. Now-style keyhole surgery became a widespread thing, no pun intended), so he could probably handle that. I have no idea if he's sized down at all or if he's still grizzly weight.

Weirdly, unlike a lot of deathfats mentioned ITT, he didn't smell bad. He must really have kept after his hygiene, both in uni and later in life. I even hung out with him during the summer in a notoriously hot city -- still no stank.

My mother's BFF, who died a few years ago aged around 80, had a stomach stapling back in the 1970s, when that was still a fairly common procedure. It had to be reversed because the post-op vomiting did not stop, and she was starving to death. And yes, she did regain the weight, although she did lose it later on in her life and that's how she managed to live as long as she did.

 

[Polexia Aphrodisia]

fat lady went and tried classes

lol the whole story was that she didn't try.

Would I be on kiwi fucking farms if people actually liked me? What do you expect of me, friends?

 

[WalMart]

In middle school I was friends with this death fat, pasty girl whose dad was a retired ex-cop who apparently made her rub his feet. I felt bad because she had few other tolerable friends, but things went south when she ordered us friendship necklaces within the first two weeks of knowing each other.

I was too nice to ever pull back, nice to the point where I entertained her wanting to text role-play fan fiction characters. She also made terrible fan-art of her super-skinny big breasted anime OC with hair covering one eye who she drew with poorly rendered figures of Markiplier. She was obsessed with him. I remember one was of them in front of a bed of rose petals with the caption, "just one second, let me turn on the moody mood lighting, babe." or something like that. You can see how I felt bad for her. But eventually she wanted me to text role-play sex scenes, and in middle school, that was the last straw for me, and I just would avoid responding to her.

I have some empathy for death fats because a lot of them just had shit parents who didn't know how to feed them. It has to mess with you psychologically to grow up fat, both in a physical brain-chemistry sense and for self esteem. I hope eventually people wise up.

 

[Fìddlesticks]

Finally I have one. I've seen some fatties but this was deathfat.

He was the man in the couple. The lady was very fat herself but looked like a picture of health compared to him. He was plum red and his skin looked so sore and swollen. There were in the restaurant and I happened to turn around as the waiters brought him dessert and sang happy birthday to him. The lady said- "happy birthday sweetheart, I got your something you like" or similar and without skipping a beat I clocked the absolute size of him and the gunt and said to my mate "She obviously hates him and wants him dead. He isn't going to see many more birthdays. "

It was horror in action, some sort of twisted sickness of celebrating someone you love in a gift of poison. My face couldn't hide it. Luckily I was hidden by the waiter going past. As he stood up to leave, In my head I wished him a happy birthday and that he turn it around and have many more birthdays to come.

Now that I'm not drunk, I've come to laugh at deathfatties in this forum.

 

[Battlecruiser3000ad]

Only one. Sister kept telling me about seeing this BEHEMOTH at the store and one time I went to store with her and she pulls my sleeve - the behemoth is over there!
It was kinda underwhelming when one already knows of the Internet deathfats. Still the fattest one I even seen live but she still walked on her own. I still stared.

 

[Buck Mullet]

Don't know if they were true deathfats, but I had a job once supervising some indoor recreational activities, one of which was auto belay wall climbing. If you don't know what that is, it's a pressurized pneumatic system the climber is attached to via a steel cable that counters their weight as they rappel down for a safe landing.

I dreaded groups of kids and teens that had even one butterball among them, because it was so embarrassing having to tell (especially a female) that I'm sorry, but I didn't have a harness large enough to accommodate them, even if they were under the weight limit of 300 lbs.

Now if they were children or teenagers, I could understand their ignorance of just how large and incapable of climbing they were. But one time I'll never forget an adult woman who was nice but insistent that she wanted to try, despite me politely trying to dissuade her because I didn't think the harness would fit, not to mention every single fatty (except a few with retard strength) I witnessed try usually failed to get more than a step or two up.

To my surprise the belt barely by a hair clipped in, so I hooked her up. She took one step up and froze. She cried "Help me!" to which i gave my stock response to anyone asking for my help regardless of age or size, "Sorry, I can help guide you, but i can't do the work for you!" then watched her struggle to muster the strength to climb higher, when that obviously wasn't going to happen, she began to tremble in fear over the terrifying ordeal of dropping down literally 12 inches.

All the time I was wondering, how fucking self deluded about your body and its capabilities can a grown ass person be? Luckily she didn't die and was good natured about the ordeal, but I wish I'd just have suffered the embarrassment and told her the harness wouldn't fit.

 

[Gone Ham]

I met dream once.

 

[booklover]

Several years ago, an old co-worker posted a picture of her teenage daughters' Rainbow Girls group. (If you don't know, it's a Masonic organization for young girls.) ALL of the girls, including her daughters, were obese, and several of them dangerously so. Two of them had to weigh 400 pounds.

It looked like a Future Bariatric Surgery Survivors of America meeting.

 

[Dysnomia]

Several years ago, an old co-worker posted a picture of her teenage daughters' Rainbow Girls group. (If you don't know, it's a Masonic organization for young girls.) ALL of the girls, including her daughters, were obese, and several of them dangerously so. Two of them had to weigh 400 pounds.

It looked like a Future Bariatric Surgery Survivors of America meeting.

That's flat out child abuse. Years and years of overfeeding leading up to a 400 lbs teen who probably won't make it to 30.

I was in Crown getting some chicken over rice and this guy walks in. A good 450 pounder. His gut preceded him. He was dressed all on light blue and neon green and looked like a day glow yoga ball.

To my utter surprise he orders four wings, fries and a cherry Coke. Then he decided to add a second Coke. But I was thinking he was gonna order at least half the menu. Maybe he was on a diet.

Then this other fatty comes in. Not quite deathfat but definitely on the road to it. She's ordering all kinds of stuff and is so anal retentive about it that I almost burst out laughing. Everything she ordered had to be changed somehow. I'm sure that the chef just loved this as some items are made to order and there were quite a few people in there already.

She was talking on the phone to a very small child about what the kid wanted. But I assume she was gonna gorge her way through quite a bit of chicken, fries and other stuff herself.

She initially wanted a nine piece for the kid, who sounded about four at most. But went to five because it was cheaper. I kept thinking about how fat this poor child must be if she wanted a nine piece of chicken tenders.

 

[eternal dog mongler]

Several years ago, an old co-worker posted a picture of her teenage daughters' Rainbow Girls group. (If you don't know, it's a Masonic organization for young girls.) ALL of the girls, including her daughters, were obese, and several of them dangerously so. Two of them had to weigh 400 pounds.

It looked like a Future Bariatric Surgery Survivors of America meeting.

Ain't no sacred geometry going on when you literally look like a sphere

 

[Strine]

So this massive fat bitch showed up at my town's local indoor roller rink a couple weeks ago. She "skated" about 50 feet, with two people holding onto her, then promptly crashed to the ground and that was the end of her skating for that day.

There's classes held a couple times a week and if you get there right when open skate starts you can watch the students for a bit while putting your skates on. Well it looks like Fat Bitch signed up this month. Of course she wasn't actually doing any of the things the coach was telling them to do, just hopelessly blubbering from one end of the rink to the other - and I mean from one straight side of the oval to the other, not actually all the way down the length of the rink.

She waddle-rolled over to one end, splatted, and then took three minutes to drag her hamplanet body over the 4" lip, off the rink, and onto the floor under the rinkside seating, where she sat until class ended, while the other students actually finished class.

At the end of the classes, the coaches tell the students to do x number of laps. That day it was six, it's usually twelve. Most of the students leave after that which is good because they suck and get in the way and fall randomly. Did Fat Bitch do 6 laps? Nope. She did less than one, then proceeded to waddle off the rink and sit on the side watching until most of the students were leaving. At which point she hauled her fatness up and left.

And I bet she's counting that as a real workout and claiming she's healthy because she's exercising just like the skinnies. Her skates are some gay ass mounted Vans, which are fine if you know what you're doing but don't have the ankle support needed to hold up a whale like Fat Bitch. But I don't know if she can lace regular high top skates around her elephant hock legs.

You can just tell looking at her that she's one of those HAES fat girls and thinks sh e's some hot shit despite looking like a trashbag full of mayonnaise with a pube bun on top. It's really fucking funny to watch her fall though, she just rolls around like a turtle on its back.

This tale of a skating hamplanet has inspired me to share an early, and likely formative, experience with a deathfat.

In my callow youth, the family would avoid the hot summers by going ice skating in an indoor rink. One sultry day, a 9-year-old Strine was awkwardly stumbling across the ice near the railings, not being a strong skater. Eventually I mustered the courage to skate out away from the side-railing, and on my first excursion I heard a wailing from behind me.

I turned to see a gargantuan woman, who had somehow found a JESUS LOVES YOU shirt in what must have been at least a 5XL, careening towards me, out of control and moving at great speed. I tried to move out of the way quickly, but just fell over onto my hands and knees, because I was clumsy on my skates. This was painful, but nothing compared with what was to come.

The screeching deathfat fell on me, hammering my wrists into the ice that I was supporting myself on. One broke, the other was sprained. I don't remember what happened immediately after, but when I stopped my juvenile hysterics, the aforementioned deathfat attempted to console me by leading me in a prayer. I don't recall how I reacted to this, but my father very promptly removed me from her company, and I don't remember her apologising. We went on holidays the very next day, it being summer, and I had no use of my hands for the better part of them. I haven't skated since.

Another, less injurious deathfat encounter I had was a woman Freudians would call the Ur-Chantal. My high school bus went past a McDonalds in the afternoons, and on most days, there would be an enormous woman eating half the menu in her car, in the parking lot, always parked furtively away from the other cars, but in exactly the right spot for our bus to see her. We would all watch for her every day, and give a big cheer on a confirmed sighting. Sometimes she had an obese friend with her for the afternoon banquet, and on such occasions there would be whooping and high fives. It's no great mystery what drew me to the Foodie Beauty thread.

 

[KateHash]

I noticed in the last few weeks, now that people are out and about again in my city, how fat people are now. I never realised it before, but an hour of people watching last weekend was frankly depressing. None were deathfats, but still very fat.

The only deathfat I've ever seen is a man who looks to be around 30 who works in my building. When I see him I find that I can't look him in the eye because I'm so mortified for him. I've since noticed that he's rude to other colleagues so I don't feel so bad for him anymore.

He is enormous. He must be 500lbs. He looks like Violet Beauregarde in Willy Wonka when she blows up into a blueberry. He is perfectly round. He is always sweating and always looks exhausted and unhappy.

Where I live this is unusual so I've noticed that people take the stairs when they see he's waiting for the lift, or they flat out make rude comments and jokes about him after they see him.

 

[Captain Ahab]

Never feel bad for land whales. The vast majority of them are scumbags with massive mental issues.

I actualy saw a proper mega fatty a while ago. It’s quite exciting to spot one in real life TBH. Most of them are complete shut-ins. This motherfucker was huffing and puffing in the city center. I don’t know if should’ve laughed or been impressed. That area of the city can be pretty brutal even for normies. The streets are winding up and down and are full of narrow passages and steps. It was peak covid, too, and mofo wasn’t wearing a mask of course.

If you want to feel bad look at kids nowadays. When I was one, being fat was a social death sentence. Fat kids were a rarity. They were outcasts and bullied ruthlessly. Now chubby seems to be the norm. There’s fucking fat kids everywhere, man. We’re gonna be fucked in 20 years.

 

[Billy Fackin Kimber]

A few years back, when I travelled to work on the London Underground, I once sat next to a very large man, who was shaped like an egg. He was asleep, and would roll to the left and right alongside the train slowing down and speeding up - until eventually he ended up bumping into me constantly because of his size, with his noggin resting on my shoulder and so on.

A few days later I saw him again, and took a seat opposite. Once again, he was swaying back and forth onto his neighbours, which was incredibly entertaining as I enjoyed seeing how people reacted. Most just nudged him away, others looked horrified and others just put up with it.

From that day onwards I would always sit on the same carriage to observe his bulk rolling around on his seat and his neighbours. I never once saw him awake.

I called him Humpty Dumpty in my head. Here's hoping you're still at it, bud!

 

[Preview Pain]

Imagine a Baby Boomer version of Chantal who had a hysterectomy in her 30s and actually "settled down" and adopted some kids with a husband in a house where she neglects her cats and has psychotic breakdowns after skipping medication doses.
Imagine being related to that sort of person. Haha.

 

[booklover]

Extreme obesity in an otherwise-healthy child, when there's no family history of it, is often a signal of sexual abuse.