I have a fat cousin who, despite being a Type 1 diabetic, was probably at least three hundred pounds at fifteen. Once we had to drive him home from something so he huffed his way into the car. My mother realized that the car had sunk so low it was stuck on the curb so he had to get out while she pulled it out. He was incredibly piggered and refused to go anywhere with us again, which was a happy ending for me.