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. 

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.