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.
