Fat People Stories - FPS - Updated Daily

>grew up in sports-oriented family
>all siblings, dad, mom were huge into competitive sports
>mom starts being a cunt when my sibs and I are in junior high
>dad gets really depressed/angry/unmotivated
>starts gaining weight because all he does is drink case after case of beer
>10 years later, dad is slovenly celestial body
>damn near 450 pounds
>dad calls up the other day, "hey son let's go gambling I'll teach you all I know"
>pick him up at his house, he can walk but it's more like awkward toddle-wobbling
>he's out of breath when he reaches the car
>get to casino, forget that dad can't move well, so park in the usual garage that's a decent walk away from the gaming hall
>we start walking, get about 20 feet and he says he needs to sit and rest
>he sounds like he's dying, wheezing and gasping
>tells me to go ahead and he'll catch up
>shrug and move on, wait 20 minutes, decide to go look for him because shit it's been 20 minutes
>can't find him, so give his cell a ring
>"oh hey son I got the shuttle to take me to the front, meet me there"
>go to front of the gaming hall, he waddles in through the doors with an ice cream
>"Dad where the hell did you get ice cream?"
>he explains that there was one of those froyo self serve stations on the way to the elevators that go to the parking shuttle
>my dad is going to die soon