Note from the Blog Owner: This was a guest post that's been in my inbox a couple months. Its from an EMT in the Midwest and I've been debating on and off about posting it. I cleaned up the medical terminology a bit but it does contain mature language as well as the sexual themes we all know and love.
Fat Marcy:
Hey everyone! Just a bit of background I'm an EMT on the Midwestern part of the United States for a large private ambulance company that contracts for public 911 services as well as private ones. A brief note I am an EMT which is two steps below Paramedic. The main difference is I can't start IVs or do heart monitoring. Mostly I do transport work and take non critical 911 patients to the hospital. I have a kid and am bisexual. For me personally I like SSBBWs but not larger guys. I don't know why. Another dirty little secret is the unhealthier they are the better.
Waking up in a recliner instead of bed always disorients me. Looking around I realized that the phone was ringing. I picked it up and gave my unit number. The dispatcher was curt with me as always. "Wake up 45 I've got a Bariatric for you."
"No c'mon" I protested. I protested to cover up and hide my hope that it was an SSBBW.
The dispatcher repeated his message and hung up. I kicked my partner awake and we headed out to our ambulance. Unit 45 was a Ford Van and they never transported obese patients if dispatch could help it. Instead my partner and I got them in our box truck all the time. We also have a special lift, sort of a claw that picks the stretcher up for us. It's awesome.
As soon as I tapped the details button on the computer screen in the truck I felt blood rush to my pelvis. For lack of a better name I'll call her Marcy.
Basically Marcy is about 650lbs, with a huge belly, shapeless pancake breasts, lymphodema, and elephantiasis in her legs. She also diabetic, has cellulitus, Obesity Hyperventilation Syndrome, and is absolutely covered in cellulite. Her skin is stained, discolored, and overstretched, as well as completely covered in a rash of stretch marks. Her face is fat and shapeless and she's always tired looking. Her history is textbook super obesity, (High Blood Pressure, Congestive Heart Failure) with skeletal postural problems thrown in for good measure (Editors Note: Basically her skeleton is deformed from the weight and poor posture)
Old EMTs speak of the days when she could get out of bed and then sit on the stretcher but now we have to lift her over. One of them told me that her butt had a distinct shape once but several years of bed confinement have turned it into a flabby shapeless mass piled under her hips, a glorified dumping ground for excess fluids and adipose tissue.
We arrived. The call was normal for her. Pelvic/Hip Pain. Basically she couldn't sleep through the pain of having all her weight pressing on her pelvis anymore. Probably she needed an adjustment to how she slept or something. We pulled the stretcher out of the back of our ambulance and got out the hovermatt pump. (Editors Note, Basically an Air Mattress with holes in the bottom to lift a heavy person up and make sliding them easier) We went inside and found her lying in all her glory.
As always the smell assaulted us. The smell of sweat, feces, urine, just simple grime, and sickness. Sweat beaded her forehead as always. But she was always sweating. In summer her room would be 72ºF and she'd be sweating like a pig. I've heard of sheets tearing from being sodden in her sweat. In summer her desire to remain as cool as she possible can has her lying in bed completely naked but currently she was wearing a hospital gown to try to give her some modesty. Her massive belly lay spread across her hips and thighs ending just above her knees. It was like the rest of her, discolored and overstretched. If she could stand it would probably hang past her knees.
Unfortunately for me she was already on a hovermatt, her own, so we didn't get to roll her to slide her over. We lay her back and her face went red as she fought to breath as her weight crushed her lungs and diaphragm. The hovermatt inflated and we slid her over onto the cot. The expandable wings on the cot, when raised, rested under her asscheeks. We strapped her in using seat belt extensions, then Unit 45 braced the cot while my partner, more brawn then brains thank God, pushed the back up so she could breath. She was panting, she had done no work but was completely used up. We had to throw our weight against the stretcher to help the lift get her into the ambulance. Then off we went.
That morning when I got home I fed my kid and when they left for school I got out my vibrator. I can't help it but I have the biggest crush on that woman. How I'd love to be her partner.
Sunday, April 2, 2017
Monday, July 11, 2016
3 in a row
I was buying popcorn for a night with my GF when I saw three African American BBWs right after each other.
Number one:
At a glimpse:
Ethnicity: Black
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 275 Pounds
Bodytype: Apple
Age: 35
This woman was walking with her BF/Husband through the store and passed me. She was wearing a tight tight TIGHT dress that emphasized her size without providing any support leaving her fat to bounce around as she walked. As she passed I could hear fat slapping together.
Number Two:
At a glimpse:
Ethnicity: Black
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 225 Pounds
Bodytype: Apple
Age:18
Shaped like a parenthesis ) with a stuck out belly and butt this woman was standing with her sister or female friend. With her the real appeal was her round face and double chin as she talked to the sales clerk.
Number Three:
At a glimpse:
Ethnicity: Black
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 300 Pounds
Bodytype: Apple
Age: 30s
This woman, standing next to the second one was almost literally round. Her fat thighs, jutting belly, saddlebag hips and shelf like breasts presented a sharp contrast to her shorter height. She grabbed one bag and #2 grabbed another and a bottle of soda. She started waddling out her thighs rubbing together. I checked out and passed them. She was huffing and puffing and at the close quarters I could smell her sweating.
Number one:
At a glimpse:
Ethnicity: Black
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 275 Pounds
Bodytype: Apple
Age: 35
This woman was walking with her BF/Husband through the store and passed me. She was wearing a tight tight TIGHT dress that emphasized her size without providing any support leaving her fat to bounce around as she walked. As she passed I could hear fat slapping together.
Number Two:
At a glimpse:
Ethnicity: Black
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 225 Pounds
Bodytype: Apple
Age:18
Shaped like a parenthesis ) with a stuck out belly and butt this woman was standing with her sister or female friend. With her the real appeal was her round face and double chin as she talked to the sales clerk.
Number Three:
At a glimpse:
Ethnicity: Black
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 300 Pounds
Bodytype: Apple
Age: 30s
This woman, standing next to the second one was almost literally round. Her fat thighs, jutting belly, saddlebag hips and shelf like breasts presented a sharp contrast to her shorter height. She grabbed one bag and #2 grabbed another and a bottle of soda. She started waddling out her thighs rubbing together. I checked out and passed them. She was huffing and puffing and at the close quarters I could smell her sweating.
Monday, July 4, 2016
Top Five Summerfest 2016
Summerfest bills itself as worlds largest music festival. Maybe it's true but not for me this year. Normally, especially in Wisconsin, where we basically live on Custard, Brats, Beer, and cheese curds, there are too MANY fat woman at Summerfest, Germanfest, and all the rest for me. With this blog I've been to busy to put up every BBW I see it has to be something spectacular for me to take the time to write it up here. However the few hours I did spend at Summerfest did yield a few good ones. Also apparently there's some sort of retro 80s thing going on where women wore some sort of top that was split in two down the front covering the nipples and exposing the side boobs. In my defense I didn't go to summerfest to creep I went to see one of my favorite singers and I'm glad I went. Unfortunately my girlfriend is out of town with family so she couldn't make it.
Number Five:
At a Glimpse:
Ethnicity: White
Height: 5'5"
Weight: ~250lbs
Bodytype: Apple
Age: 20s
Dancing at one of the stages this girl was one of the normal sightings that I never bother writing down. Her butt, belly, and breasts were swollen members on a body that was covered in a thick layer of flab. A guy was grinding on her and then reached around and began to wiggle her belly. Other then that nothing abnormal.
Number Four:
At a Glimpse:
Ethnicity: Black
Height: 5'8"
Weight: ~225lbs
Bodytype: Hourglass
Age: 20s
With a high shelf ass and massive cleavage this woman and her S.O. had a nice talk over Dippin' Dots about loosing weight and her diet. She didn't really waddle although her thighs pushed her legs apart.
Number 3:
At a Glimpse:
At a Glimpse:
Ethnicity: White
Height: 5'4 and 5'5"
Weight: 200lbs
Bodytype: Round Pear
Age: 20s
These two woman with highlighted hair, cigarettes (American Spirit to help you get the picture) highlighted hair, and low cut crop tops walked past me into a venue. Both had round heavy breasts and their bellies sunk into their shorts. One had a flannel shirt slung around her waist but the other had a butt barely contained in her shorts. I sat behind them on the bleacher type seats laid out flat listening to a country singer and smelling the sweat from them. It wasn't a hot day or night and it surprised me. After the concert was over one pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her bra (That's how I know the brand) and handed one to her neighbor. Apparently they were having a discussion started earlier. Both were apparently body positive activists and were complaining about how some guy they liked ignored them. If only they knew...
Number 2:
At a Glimpse:
Ethnicity: White
Height: 5'3"
Weight: ~350lbs
Bodytype: Pear
Age: 21
Waddling down along the lake this woman walked over to the bar and had to present ID. She was wearing skintight leggins/yoga pants, and a blouse shirt thing turned crop top. Behind her a guy, all slick hair, and biceps, came up and put an arm over her shoulder. The real treat wasn't her panting, sagging stretch mark belly, wide heavy ass, or flat breasts that must have been held up by a serious bra it was her knees and calves. She had a wicked case of knock knees and her right calve was off and nearly a 45º angle. I was amazed she could still walk. It wasn't really a walk it was a shuffle. Her thighs, cellulite visible though the thin fabric jiggled slightly.
Number 1:
At a Glimpse:
Ethnicity: White
Height: 5'2"
Weight: ~450lbs
Bodytype: Massive Pear
Age:30s
This woman practically lay in her wheelchair and looked ten years older then she probably is. It was her eyes, voice, hair, and style that gave me the guess on her age.
The impression one got looking at her even though her back was straight on the backrest, her massive belly sat on her thighs and probably engulfed them. Breasts lay on top, she either wasn't wearing a bra or needed a new one, and her pale fat legs were swollen with the feet forced into shoes. Her dress was long enough to cover her belly but a swollen lymphodema hung out where her thigh was supposed to be, angry red colored. Her chin ran into her chest and jiggled when she talked to the chubby women who were with her. She had a thin tube running from the back of the wheelchair to her nose. I also saw her briefly on the move and all over her, including face, jiggled when she hit a bump in the concrete.
Number Five:
At a Glimpse:
Ethnicity: White
Height: 5'5"
Weight: ~250lbs
Bodytype: Apple
Age: 20s
Dancing at one of the stages this girl was one of the normal sightings that I never bother writing down. Her butt, belly, and breasts were swollen members on a body that was covered in a thick layer of flab. A guy was grinding on her and then reached around and began to wiggle her belly. Other then that nothing abnormal.
Number Four:
At a Glimpse:
Ethnicity: Black
Height: 5'8"
Weight: ~225lbs
Bodytype: Hourglass
Age: 20s
With a high shelf ass and massive cleavage this woman and her S.O. had a nice talk over Dippin' Dots about loosing weight and her diet. She didn't really waddle although her thighs pushed her legs apart.
Number 3:
At a Glimpse:
At a Glimpse:
Ethnicity: White
Height: 5'4 and 5'5"
Weight: 200lbs
Bodytype: Round Pear
Age: 20s
These two woman with highlighted hair, cigarettes (American Spirit to help you get the picture) highlighted hair, and low cut crop tops walked past me into a venue. Both had round heavy breasts and their bellies sunk into their shorts. One had a flannel shirt slung around her waist but the other had a butt barely contained in her shorts. I sat behind them on the bleacher type seats laid out flat listening to a country singer and smelling the sweat from them. It wasn't a hot day or night and it surprised me. After the concert was over one pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her bra (That's how I know the brand) and handed one to her neighbor. Apparently they were having a discussion started earlier. Both were apparently body positive activists and were complaining about how some guy they liked ignored them. If only they knew...
Number 2:
At a Glimpse:
Ethnicity: White
Height: 5'3"
Weight: ~350lbs
Bodytype: Pear
Age: 21
Waddling down along the lake this woman walked over to the bar and had to present ID. She was wearing skintight leggins/yoga pants, and a blouse shirt thing turned crop top. Behind her a guy, all slick hair, and biceps, came up and put an arm over her shoulder. The real treat wasn't her panting, sagging stretch mark belly, wide heavy ass, or flat breasts that must have been held up by a serious bra it was her knees and calves. She had a wicked case of knock knees and her right calve was off and nearly a 45º angle. I was amazed she could still walk. It wasn't really a walk it was a shuffle. Her thighs, cellulite visible though the thin fabric jiggled slightly.
Number 1:
At a Glimpse:
Ethnicity: White
Height: 5'2"
Weight: ~450lbs
Bodytype: Massive Pear
Age:30s
This woman practically lay in her wheelchair and looked ten years older then she probably is. It was her eyes, voice, hair, and style that gave me the guess on her age.
The impression one got looking at her even though her back was straight on the backrest, her massive belly sat on her thighs and probably engulfed them. Breasts lay on top, she either wasn't wearing a bra or needed a new one, and her pale fat legs were swollen with the feet forced into shoes. Her dress was long enough to cover her belly but a swollen lymphodema hung out where her thigh was supposed to be, angry red colored. Her chin ran into her chest and jiggled when she talked to the chubby women who were with her. She had a thin tube running from the back of the wheelchair to her nose. I also saw her briefly on the move and all over her, including face, jiggled when she hit a bump in the concrete.
Saturday, June 11, 2016
Beach
Just an Update:
My Girlfriend and I are still dating. We haven't done anything interesting, still no sex, lots of hanging out, talking, etc.
Currently her weight is around 330lbs, not to bad for the amount she eats.
For those who have forgotten:
Ethnicity: Mixed Race
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 330lbs
Bodytype: Melting Pear
Age: 19
However yesterday it was warm and we went to the beach. She wore a one piece and looked like she'd been stuffed into it. It bulged alarmingly and couldn't contain the jiggling of her butt, breasts, and thighs. Her pale skin tanned slightly through the gallons of sunscreen. The whole beach stared at her massive figure wobbling it's way through the sand. At one point while she lay down she looked so amazing I whispered "You look like a beached whale."
Her reply, and this is very much her personal character, was "Good puns are still bad jokes"
My Girlfriend and I are still dating. We haven't done anything interesting, still no sex, lots of hanging out, talking, etc.
Currently her weight is around 330lbs, not to bad for the amount she eats.
For those who have forgotten:
Ethnicity: Mixed Race
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 330lbs
Bodytype: Melting Pear
Age: 19
However yesterday it was warm and we went to the beach. She wore a one piece and looked like she'd been stuffed into it. It bulged alarmingly and couldn't contain the jiggling of her butt, breasts, and thighs. Her pale skin tanned slightly through the gallons of sunscreen. The whole beach stared at her massive figure wobbling it's way through the sand. At one point while she lay down she looked so amazing I whispered "You look like a beached whale."
Her reply, and this is very much her personal character, was "Good puns are still bad jokes"
Saturday, May 21, 2016
Tiny Little Town
In a tiny little town, off to the north of the big city I work out of is a small nondescript house. The only distinguishing feature is a steel wheelchair ramp out of the back of the house.
I parked in the driveway and unloaded the van. Tubing (Tracheostomy, Catheter, G-Tube etc.) about twenty different medications, along with all sorts of other supplies. My GPS had found the address all right and it had been described to me by a coworker. The backstory was the woman who was extremely disabled and cared for by a full time Carer. Looking at the list of medications and other items this woman was very sick.
I rang the doorbell heard movement and then the door opened. I was confronted by a short ball of fat stuffed into a set of scrubs.
At a glimpse:
Ethnicity: White
Height: 5'1"
Weight: 350 Pounds
Bodytype: Massive Apple
Age:19
Most female CNAs I see are fit because they do hard physical labor and are paid crap. (Okay so I'm biased because I was one. Still true though) The chubby ones I see are always just that. Chubby. Not Curvy in a "good" way but generally they're apple shaped with their slabs of fat on their hips, thighs, belly, and breasts. All are "Trying to Loose weight,""dieting," or "Cutting back." A single look at this woman told me this wasn't the case.
She was breathing heavily, practically panting. Her breasts were a pair of pancakes resting on her belly which stuck out like the prow of a ship while sinking into her pants. She was easily as wide as the XL wheelchair doorway. It looked like someone had wrapped a bowling ball in nurse's scrubs and they were stretched to capacity. "Follow me." She said in an alto, totally emotionless voice. She turned and I got a great look at her twin slabs of fat that made up her butt going up and down all the way to the living room while I dragged in the cart.
The CNA went straight for the woman in the wheelchair, pudgy, pale, drooling, with a trach tube shoved under her chin, her eyes flicked to me then back to the TV where Ellen was playing. I started upacking the boxes and the CNA started feeding the woman applesauce. I unpacked everything and the CNA went with me to the kitchen then through to a bedroom converted into an office for some paperwork I was to deliver back at the office. She collapsed into a swivel chair and grabbed a cigarette hungrily. She started smoking and digging through papers while I tried not to look down at her substantial cleavage. She handed me the envelop and said "Wanna hang around a minute?"
"Sure." I said sitting on a table. "What's up?"
"Just lonely. Sit here 16 hours a day with that glorified vegetable then I sleep down the hall from her."
"What about weekends?" I asked trying not to stare at the FUPA she was thrusting toward me.
"I go home to my parents."
"Fun." I commented. We chitchatted a couple minutes me trying simultaneously keep up a conversation and keep down an erection as her massive belly, with about four inches of pale, stretch mark covered blubber, thrusting out at me. Finally she said she should go back to work and I agreed and I left. It was very interesting.
I parked in the driveway and unloaded the van. Tubing (Tracheostomy, Catheter, G-Tube etc.) about twenty different medications, along with all sorts of other supplies. My GPS had found the address all right and it had been described to me by a coworker. The backstory was the woman who was extremely disabled and cared for by a full time Carer. Looking at the list of medications and other items this woman was very sick.
I rang the doorbell heard movement and then the door opened. I was confronted by a short ball of fat stuffed into a set of scrubs.
At a glimpse:
Ethnicity: White
Height: 5'1"
Weight: 350 Pounds
Bodytype: Massive Apple
Age:19
Most female CNAs I see are fit because they do hard physical labor and are paid crap. (Okay so I'm biased because I was one. Still true though) The chubby ones I see are always just that. Chubby. Not Curvy in a "good" way but generally they're apple shaped with their slabs of fat on their hips, thighs, belly, and breasts. All are "Trying to Loose weight,""dieting," or "Cutting back." A single look at this woman told me this wasn't the case.
She was breathing heavily, practically panting. Her breasts were a pair of pancakes resting on her belly which stuck out like the prow of a ship while sinking into her pants. She was easily as wide as the XL wheelchair doorway. It looked like someone had wrapped a bowling ball in nurse's scrubs and they were stretched to capacity. "Follow me." She said in an alto, totally emotionless voice. She turned and I got a great look at her twin slabs of fat that made up her butt going up and down all the way to the living room while I dragged in the cart.
The CNA went straight for the woman in the wheelchair, pudgy, pale, drooling, with a trach tube shoved under her chin, her eyes flicked to me then back to the TV where Ellen was playing. I started upacking the boxes and the CNA started feeding the woman applesauce. I unpacked everything and the CNA went with me to the kitchen then through to a bedroom converted into an office for some paperwork I was to deliver back at the office. She collapsed into a swivel chair and grabbed a cigarette hungrily. She started smoking and digging through papers while I tried not to look down at her substantial cleavage. She handed me the envelop and said "Wanna hang around a minute?"
"Sure." I said sitting on a table. "What's up?"
"Just lonely. Sit here 16 hours a day with that glorified vegetable then I sleep down the hall from her."
"What about weekends?" I asked trying not to stare at the FUPA she was thrusting toward me.
"I go home to my parents."
"Fun." I commented. We chitchatted a couple minutes me trying simultaneously keep up a conversation and keep down an erection as her massive belly, with about four inches of pale, stretch mark covered blubber, thrusting out at me. Finally she said she should go back to work and I agreed and I left. It was very interesting.
Saturday, May 14, 2016
Dying of Obesity 3
Before you began I need to remind everyone that this is 18+ material, pretty gross, and not all FAs/Feeders are going to like this. Also Profanity. You've been warned.
Anyway sorry for not posting these things sooner but school finals hit and the college students among you can attest to that.
Another quick note here's Parts One and Two:
Part One: http://bbwsinthewild.blogspot.com/2016/02/dying-of-obesity.html
Part Two: http://bbwsinthewild.blogspot.com/2016/04/dying-of-obesity-2.html
For those who have forgotten:
Ethnicity: White
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 671 Pounds
Bodytype: Heavy Pear
Age: 29
I dropped the boxes onto the cart and slammed the van door. This had rapidly become one of my favorite deliveries. I've been here in between posts but most aren't worth reporting. Most of the time she's tucked in bed covered in layers of sheets with only her face showing watching TV. At her weight breathing is it's own challenge and she more then likely tires easily. Her CNA, a loud mouthed skinny guy, who probably doesn't appreciate her and treats her like a zoo animal, usually deals with me.
But today I turned up when he wasn't there. A muffled voice wheezed out "Come in" and I entered the smelly cave that was her room and had my mind blown. She was laying partially back on the futon surrounded by pillows. A stained sheet was draped over her body and she was surrounded by junk food, soda, and debris from her food orgy. Below the sheet running to clear plastic bag was a tube. It was a urinary catheter. I'd never seen her with one before, at least not an obvious one. She ignored me stuffing her face with the food around her. Even as I watched she wiped a flabby hand on the sheet and reached for some pringles.
Because that's what it was I realized. This woman was an addict. I mean I knew that intrinsically she was addicted to comfort food. Her size alone confirmed that. But now I knew it was more serious then that. The food surrounding her was her entire life. It was literally the same as Heroin or Crack Cocaine. She was physically dependent on this food to the same extent an addict goes into withdrawal without their high. The look on her face, sweaty, a small smile, no pain, half closed eye lids... Yeah she was an addict getting her fix.
I finished placing the stuff on the floor and looked at her. The room stunk of her body odor, feces, urine, microwave food, and medicine. She took a gulp of Fanta and took a brief break for air. I approached her asking her to sign. Still taking deep breaths she rapidly signed. Her eyes were crusty her face pale and covered in crumbs. Below the sheets the massive mounds of her destroyed body, destroyed by her addiction, jiggled as she moved.
The smell of feces was much more intense up close. As I left I realized she gone on herself probably on one of the bed pads included in this order. Doubtless she didn't care anymore. To her the addiction she needed, the one that fuels our sex drives, had alienated her from the rest of humanity. She was stuck in a shit building, with shitty people, cared for by a shitty CNA, sitting in her own shit. And she was sitting here, probably one of those "My 600lbs life" people who hate their weight unable to hold back her addiction. For it she sat in her own feces with a tube up her vagina and in her nose. And while she had the comfort of food, like all addicts, she didn't care.
Anyway sorry for not posting these things sooner but school finals hit and the college students among you can attest to that.
Another quick note here's Parts One and Two:
Part One: http://bbwsinthewild.blogspot.com/2016/02/dying-of-obesity.html
Part Two: http://bbwsinthewild.blogspot.com/2016/04/dying-of-obesity-2.html
For those who have forgotten:
Ethnicity: White
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 671 Pounds
Bodytype: Heavy Pear
Age: 29
I dropped the boxes onto the cart and slammed the van door. This had rapidly become one of my favorite deliveries. I've been here in between posts but most aren't worth reporting. Most of the time she's tucked in bed covered in layers of sheets with only her face showing watching TV. At her weight breathing is it's own challenge and she more then likely tires easily. Her CNA, a loud mouthed skinny guy, who probably doesn't appreciate her and treats her like a zoo animal, usually deals with me.
But today I turned up when he wasn't there. A muffled voice wheezed out "Come in" and I entered the smelly cave that was her room and had my mind blown. She was laying partially back on the futon surrounded by pillows. A stained sheet was draped over her body and she was surrounded by junk food, soda, and debris from her food orgy. Below the sheet running to clear plastic bag was a tube. It was a urinary catheter. I'd never seen her with one before, at least not an obvious one. She ignored me stuffing her face with the food around her. Even as I watched she wiped a flabby hand on the sheet and reached for some pringles.
Because that's what it was I realized. This woman was an addict. I mean I knew that intrinsically she was addicted to comfort food. Her size alone confirmed that. But now I knew it was more serious then that. The food surrounding her was her entire life. It was literally the same as Heroin or Crack Cocaine. She was physically dependent on this food to the same extent an addict goes into withdrawal without their high. The look on her face, sweaty, a small smile, no pain, half closed eye lids... Yeah she was an addict getting her fix.
I finished placing the stuff on the floor and looked at her. The room stunk of her body odor, feces, urine, microwave food, and medicine. She took a gulp of Fanta and took a brief break for air. I approached her asking her to sign. Still taking deep breaths she rapidly signed. Her eyes were crusty her face pale and covered in crumbs. Below the sheets the massive mounds of her destroyed body, destroyed by her addiction, jiggled as she moved.
The smell of feces was much more intense up close. As I left I realized she gone on herself probably on one of the bed pads included in this order. Doubtless she didn't care anymore. To her the addiction she needed, the one that fuels our sex drives, had alienated her from the rest of humanity. She was stuck in a shit building, with shitty people, cared for by a shitty CNA, sitting in her own shit. And she was sitting here, probably one of those "My 600lbs life" people who hate their weight unable to hold back her addiction. For it she sat in her own feces with a tube up her vagina and in her nose. And while she had the comfort of food, like all addicts, she didn't care.
Thursday, April 14, 2016
Dying of Obesity 2
This took place on April 2 2016. Just to let you know the original "Dying of Obesity" is the most viewed on the blog. The original is here: http://bbwsinthewild.blogspot.com/2016/02/dying-of-obesity.html
That being said this won't be liked by everyone and it's a little gross for some. It is a real true story though.
When I rolled out of bed that morning I didn't want to go to work. I wanted to go look at cars. I wanted to go back to sleep. I wanted to think of my girlfriend, phone, skype whatever with her. What I did was swear, get dressed and pour corn flakes. One of the guys at work had brought in some sort of sickness from a place he'd deliver too or, more likely, a drinking party he'd gone too, and half the people were out sick. I had to leave early and take a massive van through downtown and in and out of traffic.
On the run sheet was a familiar address and customer, a mid 50s woman who had tried to kill herself for years with cigarettes and pain pills and now was spending tons of taxpayer money to delay the inevitable, and a new name and apartment number.
We've developed a routine to get into this place. No men are allowed past the front desk. Now why any man would want to sexually assault someone in a facility full of the elderly, the disabled, and the addicted, I have no idea. Anyway I did the usual "I come here every week, not to mention I'm gay, see here's my boyfriend" (Showing a picture of a coworker to the female security guard) And as always they let me in. The first delivery went off fine. Into a small cramped dorm room that smelled like socks and cigarettes to replace the filters on an oxygen concentrator, and provide more tubing. Her 16 year old daughter, who shared the room with her was nice with a chubby round belly and wild looking.
The next stop was actually the same floor down a hall. And it was either the same woman I saw before in the common room or an exact duplicate. I knocked at the door smelling a unique smell that I smelled before. A raspy voice gasped out "Come in!" I'd looked at the information we had. The pharmacy had been unlocked while the tech was outside having a cigarette break the the pharmacist was in the bathroom, and when I'd picked up the cases they'd prepared I'd glanced at the prescription blank with the info on it. Which is legal because I am HIPPA compliant and I'm not passing any drugs or her name to you people. However I will use it for a more accurate description.
At a glimpse:
Ethnicity: White
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 671 Pounds (As of that morning)
Bodytype: Heavy Pear
Age: 29 ( I took her for at least 35 first time I saw her)
She was sprawled on top of a futon in bed mode completely nude. To give you as accurate a picture as possible she looked like Candy Godiva but with worse skin, and wider hips. Rather then her belly pooling and spilling off the edge of her lap it was layered on her hips and reached forward to her knees. It's underside had a brownish tinge to it. Her breasts pooled lifelessly on her belly. The futon had a plastic sheet over it and a regular but stained bedsheet on top of it. Her eyes bloodshot and tired, widened when she saw me.
It's always awkward when we walk in on one of our customers naked. And it happens more often then you'd think. In this case she sort of lunged fell to the right grabbed a sheet, pushed herself back up, and draped it over herself, her breath becoming short and ragged. "Oh... My... God..!" She pant/wheezed at me. "I thought... you were my... C-N-A!"
"It's all good." I said as casually as I could. "Happens all the time." I started unloading the cart and asked her where she wanted it. She gestured vaguely at a kitchenette counter buried under a pile of receipts, wrappers, and food containers. I piled the boxes on there. According to the labels it was standard stuff for a bariatric or geriatric delivery, bed pads, meds, more oxygen tubing, gloves etc. Some generic stuff like Paper towels and wipes (Lots of those) and, not generally a geriatric product, Tampons.
Her voice made me jump. "Could you do me a favor?"
I turned around. "Can you get me my walker? I really need to use the bathroom." Her breathing was much more regular although it was still shallow and rapid. Her face, padded in flesh, looked pleadingly at me. "If you don't mind."
"Of course not." I said. I grabbed it and carried it over to her. She pulled herself forward and placed her hands down on it and tried to rise. But the Futon was too low and she was left panting. I had turned back to the counter and her voice came from behind me again.
"Oh" *GASP* "Fuck..."
I turned around and said "Do you want a hand?"
"Well..." She wanted either to not flash me or remain modest. My best guess, just reading her face and manner and the way her yellow teeth bit her lip, was that after years of being treated as a disgusting animal by humanity she had turned into one to a certain extent. At least based on the smell and look of the room. So I jumped in.
"I've been in home healthcare for years. It's nothing I haven't seen before." I stepped over and took another massive conversational step. "Do you need any help in there" I said gesturing to the bathroom.
"No, thank you, you're so" *GASP* "Kind." As I reached down she said "Do me a favor. Can you put my pills in my reminder over there?"
"Sure." I said. I grabbed her hand. Looking at this objectively, at 2am, I should've said that I was wearing the purple nitrate gloves earlier but I don't want to rewrite the whole damn thing so I'll say it here. In short I do it because I may be somewhere not to clean fixing or replacing something that is basically Palm Springs for bacteria. Also several of the places I go to are vulnerable to MRSA and ElizabethaKinga. So yeah I wear gloves. Anyway through my gloves I could feel the sweat and fat of her hand. I had pushed the walker to my left her right, the side closest to the bathroom and bracing my left leg I grabbed her and pulled up feeling her pushing. The sheet fell away and she started to rise exactly like a hippo at the zoo.
Even with fraction of her weight my back ached. Her legs flexed and propelled her up. For a moment I was face to face with her, her panting breath hot and rotten against my face. Then I returned to my full height putting me looking at her hair. It was greasy and nasty looking. I felt a bump against my legs right above my knees as her belly swung. Her breasts were just swinging there lifeless and pale. She leaned hard on the walker and pressed her way towards the bathroom. Her backside was doppled, the skin stretched almost beyond endurance with a sheen of sweat on it. It was like a massive cellulited rectangle. Her legs rolled with swollen lymph nodes and excess fluid. They rubbed together as she waddled and wheezed the at most seven feet to the bathroom her long oxygen tube playing out behind her. I watched as she squeezed her hips through the extra wide door into the bathroom
I returned to my job taking a look around the room. In the corner crushed against the kitchenette counter with a computer one a small bedside table and a small TV on the counter facing the bed. On the wall facing the futon was a card table with a big flat screen on it. I glanced inside the kitchenette and saw bare cupboards and a broken commode in the corner. Bags of junk food and microwave dinner boxes were scattered around on the dirty carpet another stash of chips on the fridge squeezed into the space between the bed and the futon. I found the pill reminder and filled it. The smell of the room was really intense. It smelled of sweat, filth, yeast infections, urine, fecal matter, and death. Meanwhile she'd gotten off the toilet and was dragging her body toward me. The cellulite on her belly seemed to cling to the stretch marks, healed and new, that covered her body.
I took a deep breath of the stench and asked "Do you need assistance cleaning up?"
She gave me a startled look and I said "I've been doing this stuff a long time."
"I can have my CNA do it."
"When will he get here?"
"An hour ago."
"I don't mind." She sighed and gave me the marching orders. With a gloved hand I got a wipe and reached into the warm, extremely smelly, moist cavern and wiped it as thoroughly and gently as I could. I'd done it before on geriatrics and the extremely disabled but this was insane being that close to the overstretched skin, the cellulite, and the stench. I've been close to my girlfriend and she's not skinny but this was outer worldly. I finished took off my gloves, had her sign the delivery form, and left stunned. I hope I'm on the South Run forever.
That being said this won't be liked by everyone and it's a little gross for some. It is a real true story though.
When I rolled out of bed that morning I didn't want to go to work. I wanted to go look at cars. I wanted to go back to sleep. I wanted to think of my girlfriend, phone, skype whatever with her. What I did was swear, get dressed and pour corn flakes. One of the guys at work had brought in some sort of sickness from a place he'd deliver too or, more likely, a drinking party he'd gone too, and half the people were out sick. I had to leave early and take a massive van through downtown and in and out of traffic.
On the run sheet was a familiar address and customer, a mid 50s woman who had tried to kill herself for years with cigarettes and pain pills and now was spending tons of taxpayer money to delay the inevitable, and a new name and apartment number.
We've developed a routine to get into this place. No men are allowed past the front desk. Now why any man would want to sexually assault someone in a facility full of the elderly, the disabled, and the addicted, I have no idea. Anyway I did the usual "I come here every week, not to mention I'm gay, see here's my boyfriend" (Showing a picture of a coworker to the female security guard) And as always they let me in. The first delivery went off fine. Into a small cramped dorm room that smelled like socks and cigarettes to replace the filters on an oxygen concentrator, and provide more tubing. Her 16 year old daughter, who shared the room with her was nice with a chubby round belly and wild looking.
The next stop was actually the same floor down a hall. And it was either the same woman I saw before in the common room or an exact duplicate. I knocked at the door smelling a unique smell that I smelled before. A raspy voice gasped out "Come in!" I'd looked at the information we had. The pharmacy had been unlocked while the tech was outside having a cigarette break the the pharmacist was in the bathroom, and when I'd picked up the cases they'd prepared I'd glanced at the prescription blank with the info on it. Which is legal because I am HIPPA compliant and I'm not passing any drugs or her name to you people. However I will use it for a more accurate description.
At a glimpse:
Ethnicity: White
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 671 Pounds (As of that morning)
Bodytype: Heavy Pear
Age: 29 ( I took her for at least 35 first time I saw her)
She was sprawled on top of a futon in bed mode completely nude. To give you as accurate a picture as possible she looked like Candy Godiva but with worse skin, and wider hips. Rather then her belly pooling and spilling off the edge of her lap it was layered on her hips and reached forward to her knees. It's underside had a brownish tinge to it. Her breasts pooled lifelessly on her belly. The futon had a plastic sheet over it and a regular but stained bedsheet on top of it. Her eyes bloodshot and tired, widened when she saw me.
It's always awkward when we walk in on one of our customers naked. And it happens more often then you'd think. In this case she sort of lunged fell to the right grabbed a sheet, pushed herself back up, and draped it over herself, her breath becoming short and ragged. "Oh... My... God..!" She pant/wheezed at me. "I thought... you were my... C-N-A!"
"It's all good." I said as casually as I could. "Happens all the time." I started unloading the cart and asked her where she wanted it. She gestured vaguely at a kitchenette counter buried under a pile of receipts, wrappers, and food containers. I piled the boxes on there. According to the labels it was standard stuff for a bariatric or geriatric delivery, bed pads, meds, more oxygen tubing, gloves etc. Some generic stuff like Paper towels and wipes (Lots of those) and, not generally a geriatric product, Tampons.
Her voice made me jump. "Could you do me a favor?"
I turned around. "Can you get me my walker? I really need to use the bathroom." Her breathing was much more regular although it was still shallow and rapid. Her face, padded in flesh, looked pleadingly at me. "If you don't mind."
"Of course not." I said. I grabbed it and carried it over to her. She pulled herself forward and placed her hands down on it and tried to rise. But the Futon was too low and she was left panting. I had turned back to the counter and her voice came from behind me again.
"Oh" *GASP* "Fuck..."
I turned around and said "Do you want a hand?"
"Well..." She wanted either to not flash me or remain modest. My best guess, just reading her face and manner and the way her yellow teeth bit her lip, was that after years of being treated as a disgusting animal by humanity she had turned into one to a certain extent. At least based on the smell and look of the room. So I jumped in.
"I've been in home healthcare for years. It's nothing I haven't seen before." I stepped over and took another massive conversational step. "Do you need any help in there" I said gesturing to the bathroom.
"No, thank you, you're so" *GASP* "Kind." As I reached down she said "Do me a favor. Can you put my pills in my reminder over there?"
"Sure." I said. I grabbed her hand. Looking at this objectively, at 2am, I should've said that I was wearing the purple nitrate gloves earlier but I don't want to rewrite the whole damn thing so I'll say it here. In short I do it because I may be somewhere not to clean fixing or replacing something that is basically Palm Springs for bacteria. Also several of the places I go to are vulnerable to MRSA and ElizabethaKinga. So yeah I wear gloves. Anyway through my gloves I could feel the sweat and fat of her hand. I had pushed the walker to my left her right, the side closest to the bathroom and bracing my left leg I grabbed her and pulled up feeling her pushing. The sheet fell away and she started to rise exactly like a hippo at the zoo.
Even with fraction of her weight my back ached. Her legs flexed and propelled her up. For a moment I was face to face with her, her panting breath hot and rotten against my face. Then I returned to my full height putting me looking at her hair. It was greasy and nasty looking. I felt a bump against my legs right above my knees as her belly swung. Her breasts were just swinging there lifeless and pale. She leaned hard on the walker and pressed her way towards the bathroom. Her backside was doppled, the skin stretched almost beyond endurance with a sheen of sweat on it. It was like a massive cellulited rectangle. Her legs rolled with swollen lymph nodes and excess fluid. They rubbed together as she waddled and wheezed the at most seven feet to the bathroom her long oxygen tube playing out behind her. I watched as she squeezed her hips through the extra wide door into the bathroom
I returned to my job taking a look around the room. In the corner crushed against the kitchenette counter with a computer one a small bedside table and a small TV on the counter facing the bed. On the wall facing the futon was a card table with a big flat screen on it. I glanced inside the kitchenette and saw bare cupboards and a broken commode in the corner. Bags of junk food and microwave dinner boxes were scattered around on the dirty carpet another stash of chips on the fridge squeezed into the space between the bed and the futon. I found the pill reminder and filled it. The smell of the room was really intense. It smelled of sweat, filth, yeast infections, urine, fecal matter, and death. Meanwhile she'd gotten off the toilet and was dragging her body toward me. The cellulite on her belly seemed to cling to the stretch marks, healed and new, that covered her body.
I took a deep breath of the stench and asked "Do you need assistance cleaning up?"
She gave me a startled look and I said "I've been doing this stuff a long time."
"I can have my CNA do it."
"When will he get here?"
"An hour ago."
"I don't mind." She sighed and gave me the marching orders. With a gloved hand I got a wipe and reached into the warm, extremely smelly, moist cavern and wiped it as thoroughly and gently as I could. I'd done it before on geriatrics and the extremely disabled but this was insane being that close to the overstretched skin, the cellulite, and the stench. I've been close to my girlfriend and she's not skinny but this was outer worldly. I finished took off my gloves, had her sign the delivery form, and left stunned. I hope I'm on the South Run forever.
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