OP of this massage fat hate pasta here back with more OC. Now let's talk about the types of obese people real quick. You get the regular obese who are just your average fat fucks,
the morbidly obese who are playing bumper cars in every walmart, then there is the fabled SUPER morbidly obese. These creatures are rarely seen more than 5 feet from a toilet or fridge. Unfortunately I have had the displeasure of working on a few of them. This is my experience with the fattest one of them all...
The Wrath of Burgle
>chilling in break room
>front desk girl comes in and hands me a client's chart
>she gives me a worrying look and says "Good Luck..."
>this is never a good sign.
>behold. There it is. Taking a whopping 3/4th of the sofa. Something I can only describe as The Bride of Nurgle
>I clench my teeth and bring her to the room, lowering the table as far as it will go so she can slump onto it
>the sounds she makes through the door while getting on the table you'd think she was strangling a walrus
>enter the arena
>she struggled with the sheets and has about 2 feet of what I think is ass crack showing
>fat people generally do all in their power to mask how fat they are. But in a massage it's just all out there.
>I start surfing the sea of rolls on her back with my fists
>Burgle begins small talk. She is overly nice/joyous with a hint of "my uncle put his finger in my ass so now I fill my orifices with cake"
>she says she is sore from her favorite exercise which is "wading"
>literally just walking in a pool. Explains the smell, which I would describe as chlorine and chemical warfare.
>the entire massage made me question my will to live but there is one part that I will never EVER forget...
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