Dying pregnant beetus monster It's been several days since this thing walked into my work, and I can't get it out of my head. I try not to think about it because it makes me angry, like really really angry. It also makes me sad. So now I need to share, because this needs to be shared. So I have mentioned before that I work with...animals. Unfortunately that means frequent enough interactive with sub-human species on a daily basis. You learn to deal with it, as usually they seem to try to be on their best behavior. This particular day I was doing some more tedious work, and was so wrapped up in it that at first I didn't consciously register the smell. The smell seemed to creep through the isle first. It was...sickly sweet, like meat that had been decaying for days, no more than that. Think a carcass that has begun to go full decomp. The smell is hell, I know that smell. I've worked in places where you have to get used to that smell. It is the smell of death. I started dry heaving, it was so bad and I began looking around half expecting a shambling zombie corpse or something to come by, it was so strong. It sounds strange to write this. It's belly came around the corner before any other part of it. It was this jutting mass followed by the rest of the body. Running around this thing, a small child giggled, ran ahead, and then the thing would wheeze as it tried to waddle to catch up. The belly on it is unlike any I've seen before. It was a huge mass that protruded straight out from it's body. I made a mistake, I looked down from it's belly. That smell? Now I know where it was coming from. Lord Beetus was already taking this thing's legs. They were both severely discolored, swollen, with large patches of black. The ankle on on was swollen. It's the worst I've ever seen in person. One had wrapping around it and it was leaking. The thing, it smiled a crooked smile with rotten teeth, giggled when it looked at me and then continued to chase after the child. At some point I finally had to leave, I couldn't stomach the stench. As I tried to go by I accidentally brushed it's belly. I felt dirty...but not as dirty as when I heard it's next words "Oh, it's okay, it's just the baby in the way!  You know, the baby!" and it tapped it's protruding stomach, giggled, and gave another horrid smile. Then it's child ran off and she tries to waddle and I shit you not yells at this kid "Slow down! I can only waddle so fast!" This thing's legs can't be months away from rotting off or being amputated...and it's PREGNANT. I can't get it out of my head. That poor child is going to grow up without a mother who loved food more than life. The fetus in her doesn't stand a chance. I still can't get it out of my head that something fucked that disgusting walking biohazard. I'm angry and I'm sad. I'm so angry that this ham is trying to give birth with that rotten body, and that haven given birth at least once it is going to leave this girl motherless from a completely preventable death! Fuck HEAS, and FUCK FAT ACCEPTANCE. It's this mentality that is enabling this shit.