I said I’d take a few pictures, so here they are! My neuropathy-stricken, numb, dry, diabetic feet.

I love it when a fatty gets so unhealthy that they need to be on oxygen (and hope to get to that point myself one day). Also, @fatpiggyblob totally deserves all the love right now.

Super morbidly obese. That much weight would be impossible to ignore—and your health would feel it. Your heart would be working overtime just to keep you going, struggling to pump blood through so much extra tissue. You’d probably feel it sometimes, that heaviness in your chest, the occasional flutter or strain after a short walk or even just standing for too long. Your blood pressure would be higher, your pulse pounding harder, your body constantly fighting to keep up with the mass you’ve added.

Your lungs would labor under the weight of your expanding chest and belly. Lying down, you’d feel the fat pressing against your diaphragm, making it harder to breathe. You might wake up gasping, feeling like your own bulk is suffocating you in your sleep. Sleep apnea would almost be guaranteed, the fat around your neck narrowing your airway, leaving you snoring loudly or choking for air throughout the night. You’d likely need a CPAP just to breathe properly while you sleep.

Your joints—knees, hips, and ankles—would be screaming from the constant strain. Carrying around hundreds of extra pounds would grind away at the cartilage, leaving you stiff, sore, and slow. You’d feel it in the morning, joints aching, feet swollen from supporting so much weight day after day. Walking would become more of a shuffle, your steps heavier, slower, shorter. Stairs would be agonizing, your thighs burning after just a few steps, your chest heaving for air at the top.

Your digestive system would struggle too. The constant overeating would make you prone to heartburn and indigestion, your stomach overfilled and stretched, pressing against your other organs. You’d likely experience frequent bloating, feeling heavy and sluggish after every meal, your belly so full it weighs you down, making you lethargic and sleepy.

And your skin—it would struggle to keep up with your growing size. Stretch marks would splinter across your thighs, belly, and arms, vivid and deep, a permanent reminder of how fast you’ve grown. Your skin would chafe painfully in the folds, especially around your belly and thighs, where moisture and friction would irritate it. You might develop rashes or sores, the constant rubbing making your skin raw and tender.

Your liver would suffer too. With so much weight, you’d likely develop non-alcoholic fatty liver disease (NAFLD), your liver becoming engorged with fat, slowly becoming less efficient. You might not feel it at first, but over time, it would sap your energy, making you feel tired and sluggish even when you haven’t done anything strenuous.

And then there’s your mobility. Simple movements would become exhausting. Getting out of a car or off a low couch would leave you breathless, having to brace yourself with both arms, rocking forward before standing. Even rolling over in bed would take effort, your own weight holding you down, making you feel almost pinned by yourself.

But the scariest part? The slow decline. The numbness in your legs from poor circulation. The swelling in your ankles from fluid retention. The constant fatigue, no matter how much you rest. The aches in your chest that you ignore until they linger too long. You’d grow accustomed to the discomfort, accepting it as part of life, even as your body slowly breaks down under the weight.

Many of the glorious overly obese women we see here - like Naughty Nicole - need a CPAP to sleep. Sexy? You bet your fkn ass, mate!!

Nothing I like to see more than a fatty wearing a CPAP!

God I wish I had a CPAP. Waking up gasping for air gets annoying.