My 600lb Life

>Be a Firefighter/Paramedic
>Get called out to a home where Law Enforcement had done a check welfare
>Arrive on scene and see officer outside vomiting.
>It is 100+ Degrees F and from the outside of the trailer you can see condensation on the windows.
>It is steamy as fuck and as you look through the opening to the trailer your eyes begin to water.
>I am about 20 feet from the trailer and the smell starts to hit. It is so strong you don't know what to think.
>It is musty, salty, sweaty, and strong like a chemical.
>Officer approaches and states that our Medic Unit won't be enough, we need more people and hazmat equipment.
>We get an engine rolling and put tyvek BIO PPE suits on and throw our SCBAs on for the smell.
>Walk in with flashlights and notice feces all over the floor.
>Notice trash piled high with literal fungus and mold that looks like it was moving.
>Ground is littered with used sharps (hundreds) from obvious insulin administration.
>Notice in the back of the trailer there is a pullout bed with a wrap around couch.
>There is a mass on the couch.
>Walk up and try to check for a pulse at the carotid.
>Burning hot to the touch, lividity is noted in the extremities and abdomen that is leaning over on the side.
>Walk out and ask what Law wants.
>"Well to remove him"
>YOU GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME
>Go back in and we use tow straps wrapped around his arms to lean him forward so we can chainsaw the back of the trailer open.
>There is no way he is fitting through the side door of the trailer.
>Fucking 30 minutes later the back of the trailer is cut out.
>Coroner has a pickup truck (not the usual body collection van) and he backs it up to the now non existent wall.
>We start to pull him out with the tow straps but he fucking right arm starts to literally disintegrate.
>We then have to start pushing with two of us under each thigh.
>As he moves across the bed/couch thing there is sludge left behind from where he has been melting into the trailer.
>Notice a fucking carcass
>NOT FUCKING JOKING, IT WAS UNDERNEATH HIM
>Could have been a cat, a large rat, or a small dog. There was pet shit and a litter box on the other side of the trailer.
>Finally get him pushed out over into the pickup.
>He had literally gotten stuck in his trailer and had someone deliver food and supplies.
>Since he never left he never got his medication and died as a result of complications related to his CHF, Diabetes, HTN, CAD (list goes on).
>Coroner stated he was over 600lbs.

The whole process took over an hour to get him out. In that time an Engine, a Medic Unit, a Police Officer and two employees of the Coroners office were on scene. It would later takes us over 4 hours to clean up our own personal gear while Law Enforcement stayed a few more hours on scene until a private contractor came to secure the area as a biohazard.

I feel bad for people with weight problems, but anyone in the HAES movement or the "ITS THEIR BODY LET THEM DO AS THEY PLEASE" Need to explain why when a 600lbs man is found dead it requires over 20 people and millions of dollars of apparatus and equipment to secure the body. Where as a normal weight person can usually be handled by the Coroners office with the help of a Police Officer and or one Medic Unit if needed.

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This is where I keep my genetics: Part 2

"This is where I keep my genetics"

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The weirdest fat distribution ever.

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Be in Texas

>Just going through Walmart to grab some almond milk for my oatz
>Leg day (I longboard to and from the gym), so flippety-flopping all over the place
>Mid-wobble, I eye an entire family of hamlets (guess what that means)
>They are all in those carts that walmart provides at the front for disabled customers
>Disgonbegud.wmv
>Proceed to the back aisle, grab everything I need including some non-buttered popcorn and chilli mix
>Make my way back to the front to the self-checkout area
>Mama hamlet (easily <5'0") is causing up a ruckus
>her cart doesn't have enough room to get through to the next kiosk
>she's arguing with some poor black guy who has a look of disgust on his face the whole time
>I watch on as she proceeds to chew the guy out between gasps of air and a (I shit you not) Mega-gulp from one of the local gas stations
>Papa hams is behind her, practically red with rage/embarrassment
>Little hams are following suit, they look like little disabled ducks in a row
>Decide I've had enough, inch my way between them and take the kiosk in question.
>Black guy gives me a smirk, I silently kek, thinking about how I'm posting this on /fit/
>She begins to rail off at me, now.
>I just ignore her, she couldn't keep it up, anyway.
>See an old lady with a walker in the checkout, silently rage
> mfw she probably couldn't get one because these people

Ayyy Jennifer

>At work
>Work with a sphere with limbs and a second sphere on top
>I'm going to call her "Jennifer" in this story, as that is her name
>Tell Jennifer to open some buckets of product
>She proceeds to do something else
>Tells me that she's done
>Tell her again to open the buckets
>She sighs and waddles very slowly to the buckets
>Spends about a minute fondling them
>Jennifer sighs again and declares "Well, I tried and I can't do it"
>Waddles out of the room

Fuck that job. I never hated fat people as much until I worked at a fucking bakery.

>used to work in bakery
>every Wednesday some fat ass woman would always come and order a dozen fucking cupcakes
>one day in the process of closing
>shit is literally less than one minute before I get to lock the door
>already have everything cleaned, half the lights off, machines shut down and in the process of counting the till
>suddenly see lights from outside the window
>"who the fucking fuck..."
>fucking whale woman comes charging in
>"OMG I THOUGHT I WOULD MISS IT LOL!"
>me: "yeah...great. What do you want?"
>"UMMMM HOLD ON I HAVE TO THINK"
>give her a pretty obvious "are you fucking serious right now?" but she doesn't notice
>orders a fucking dozen cupcakes again
>have to go into the back and pull shit out again to get them for her
>finally finish packaging and bagging them
>about to ring this bitch up
>suddenly she goes, "OH CAN I GET THOSE ALL CREAM FILLED! SORRY I FORGOT!"
>fucking just freeze and bite my cheek so fucking hard to prevent roaring at her to get out.
>me: "S-Sorry. We're out of cream."
>"REALLY?! DON'T YOU MAKE IT THOUGH ON REQ-"
>me: "We're out today. It sucks. That will be $24.00."
>she seems to FINALLY get the fucking picture
>follow close as fucking possible to her as she walks out
>slam the door fucking shut just as she walks out and lock it as loud as I can
>turn off the front lights while staring directly at her

Well who else would you be?

>Be me
>Have a gluten intolerance so I get wasted pretty easily
>Gymbro has a party at his house
>Bring lots of alcohol
>My gymbro is also a liteweight baby when it comes to hard alcohol and we're giggling like schoolgirl after our second shot
>Some fatty shows up, we don't like him, but it is the she-kin of this girl who is okay
>Found out it was a woman
>Apparently one of those well fed bull dykes
>I'm gone at this point so I don't care
>I do remember her scowling at people for not giving her attention while she sipped her diet coke and constantly had a full slice of pizza in her hand.


>Gymbro's roommate bought 6 boxes of the cheapoo $5 pizzas
>Weren't that many people there, maybe 15?
>At around midnight they're all gone
>Gymbro toys around and starts yelling "Who the fuck ate all my pizza?"
>The He-woman tries to play it off like "It was those drunk guys with the muscles."
>Most people there know I can't eat pizza
>My roommate just says to the She-man "Shut up, you faggot!"
>I ask why her fancy shirt from torrid is covered in ranch
>Suggests my gymbro lick it off
>She fucking pepper sprays us and calls the cops claiming we tried to assault her
>The next day I had to cancel an important meeting because I was in so much fucking pain
>Ordinary girl gets her she-kin to calm down and they leave
>Make a pact, frame it on the entrance, that no fat bitches are allowed in this house

MFW I watch people do this to themselves.

>At theatre last week, older friend did screen writing for a play, went opening night to support him.
>You know the "drama" types. They're either super thin skeletons, or super fat hippos.
>Actors were all hungry skeletons, audience full of hippos.
>After the play, my group of friends and I decide to go do a dessert diner in town.
>Apparently the word "dessert" carried through the air, like those looney-toons where the wafting scent reaches over to somebody's nose, and seductively gestures them to follow it to food.
>We get to the dessert place, and not a moment after, the hippos file in through the door. Y'know the type, open-minded feminist drama lovers with dyed hair.
>We order our stuff. Everybody in my group is reasonably health-conscious, me being the most, and we all order 1 slice of cake or pie apiece.
>Hippos lined up behind me (four of them), order a WHOLE cake to themselves. Mind you they make their desserts -very- rich in texture, this thing must be loaded with like, fucking 10k calories, mostly sugar and fat.
>We sit at a table to eat, but as we were eating, on the other side of the diner I saw the hippos gather.
>They all decide to sit in a boot because "they don't trust chairs", and as they slide in I can hear the seat-padding squeak against their flab, like the sound of balloons being rubbed together.
>Some of their belly rests atop the table, some below it. They're obviously uncomfortable, but they can't stop now that the cake is on the table.
>The game of Hungry Hungry Hippos begins: they don't even cut slices onto plates, they start digging right in with their forks.
>Within TEN MINUTES, all four of them manage to eat this red velvet fudge cake.
>My appetite escapes me as I bare witness to this disgusting site.
>As my friends and I are leaving, THE HIPPOS GET UP AND GET BACK IN LINE FOR MORE.

A small moon enters orbit

>two fatties in front of me at the grocery store checkout line
>cart is full of hambeast delights: frozen pizza, lunch meat, beef, twinkies, cakes, all manner of sweets
>fatties talk and laugh loudly, but the cashier is fast so I'm thinking it'll all be over soon
>"sorry, our son is grabbing something for us. Can you wait a minute for him?"
>the cashier shrugs; you know she's seen this shit countless times before
>fatties don't even apologize for being fat, wasting my time
>son, every bit as fat as his planetary parents, comes through the line and rubs his gut over me as he presses through
>fatty's breathing hard, carrying 4 12-packs of moutain dew
>to cap it off all, fat faggot dad busts out his foodstamps card to pay for it all.
>when I'm playing for my chicken and eggs I can help commenting on how disgusting they were
>cashier says they do this every week

Topkek, fatties, when will they learn?

>wait at a crowded bus stop and its raining hard
>bus pulls up and bus is already crowded
>start walking into the bus when I see a hamplanet taking up two seats up front
>just to make her life more miserable ask her to stand up
>flustered hamplanet asks me why
we need more space for everyone to get into the bus and with the seats collapsible, more people can fit into the bus
>enraged hamplanet tells me no and that she was tired
>tells me why dont I ask the old lady with bags of groceries adjacent to her
>people are getting irritated and another guy asked her to please
>refuses and at this point a swole bus driver tells the hamplanet you can either stand up or leave the bus
>hamplanet was so enraged she does try to leave the bus
note the word "try", she couldn't get out because it was too packed
>in the end the seat was collapsed and she sat down on the floor huffing and puffing



>Match up with fatty on tinder
>She messages me hi
>mfw she thinks she deserves to be treated like a human
>mfw I'll probably end up fucking with her in some way before unmatching

I knew he wouldn't fit, but having a west nile explanation was new to me. Has anyone else ever seen a whale claim west nile made them fat? I laughed my ass off that night.

>new to a college, join the car club to meet people
>introduce myself to a fatty driving a mazdaspeed 3, because JDM
>He's miring my two seater sports car, because JDM
>Offer to let him sit in it, after he said he'd never seen one before
>"It looks so low, idk if I can
>Fatty drops his ass into the seat, as I see my suspension compress to bear his enormous frame
>Tries to swing legs in the car, is too fat to bypass the steering wheel
>Gets all red and upset, then basically falls forward out of the seat onto the concrete to escape the jaws that are bucket seats
>Goes on some big pity party about how west nile made him fat

here's a really condensed one

>go out for job
>pass by car driving 2 mph with a dog walking besides it
>run up closer
>realize dog is on the leash
>run past the car
>fat as fuck old woman is walking her dog while driving her car cause she doesn't wanna actually walk to get her dog some exercise

I actually eat very healthy

Fatphobic Camel strikes again. Fatties are committing animal cruelty.