I’m an EMT in the south, not cleaning any assholes firstly, but we get plenty of biggg women. These women, in the state I see them, are tiring and horrible.
No one ever calls the EMT and puts on a fresh coat of makeup after showering and straightening up the place. No.
The smell is the first assault. They’re almost certainly shitting in at least one non-toilet spot after 400 pounds. That’s gonna be something like a bedpan, they may even be sitting haunched lying over whatever improvised waste receptacle they’re making work. There’s almost certainly the smell of moldy flesh, thrushes and yeast infected folds. This is such a specific smell, it stays with you, if you know the smell you can find it on random fat people in public occasionally, on people and other moist warm ecosystems like a greenhouse or aquarium.
Worst one was this 400 pound woman, probably a prostitute, whose taint was horribly infected from years of intravenous drug use. I mean, all the smells, blood, shit, human rot.
Anyway, she wasn’t horrible looking outside of the problem. I got some of the liquid on my glove, pocketed it for later. God just the little taste of that later brought back the most vivid memories as I cranked my hog like seven times.