Account Deleted By User Seen a post on here about a fat that broke a toilet, reminded me of this story that happened about 2 years ago. Apologies as this will be long. My sister broke up with her boyfriend and had no where to live, so we (my boyfriend and I) invited her to come stay with us for a while.   We get on really well, so living together is fine, until the day she brings her new work friend "Cathy" over. Her and Cathy are heading out for some drinks, and having drinks here before they leave.   Cathy is humongous. My sister had already told me that she was "big", but I don't yet know just how "big". The first clue is the voice. Booming, whiny giggles from the kitchen fill the entire house.   When I enter the kitchen, I walk into the shadow of a 5'10, 250lbs mountain. I feel like an ant. (I'm 5'1, 98lbs)  I look up at her, trying to conceal my shock at her size. We have some brief small talk, she asks me to join them for drinks, and of course she throws in the obligatory "you're soo tinyyyy!!!", then they leave. The house feels spacious again. As soon as they're gone, my boyfriend bursts out laughing - apparently my shock at her mass wasn't disguised that well. I think that's the end of Cathy, but no. Around 3am, my sister comes home, bringing the beast with her. I get to listen to the squeeling and giggling, and the thunderrous footsteps whenever Cathy goes to the bathroom.  I talk to my sister the next day. I tell her to be more considerate and that I don't want her to bring Cathy here again. She is too loud, and my dog doesn't like her either. (She kept trying to baby talk my dog and he was terrified of her.) My sister laughs and apologizes.  A few weeks later I come home from work and as soon as I enter the house, I know she is there. I can hear her stupid voice. I text my sister, asking her why Cathy is here. Her reply -  "I'm colouring her hair for her, I didn't know you would be home, sorry!"  I'm so fucking angry, I don't want that beast in my home, getting hair dye everywhere. Like Wtf?? Colour your hair at your own house! I tell my sister to get her out, now.   "She can't leave, she has hair dye on! She just has to wash it off, It won't be long".  I'm so pissed off but I don't know if I'm being unreasonable or not, so I sit downstairs for a while, trying to not overreact.  Then the whole house shakes. !!BANG!!!  "AUWWWWEEEE" Wtf?   I get up and walk to the bottom of the stairs. My sister is at the top, outside the bathroom door. "Are you ok Cathy?" She shouts through the door.  There is a big commotion, then Cathy exits the bathroom with a towel barley covering her gross folds.   "I .. slipped.. in the.. shower.. teehee!!!"  I'm standing there, just thinking wtf?? Why would she take a shower to simply wash out hair dye? I dont want to even look at her with that towel on, so I go back to the living room.  Not long after, my boyfriend gets home and I tell him what happened. The first thing he does is go to check the bathtub.   Then he bangs on my sisters bedroom door.   "You do know you have broke the bathtub?" What! She fucking broke our bath?!   I gotta see this. I run upstairs. The bedroom door opens. My sister has this look of concern and humour on her face. Cathy looks over at my sister sheepishly.  "Oh DID I!!! teeheehee omg oops, I really hurt myself though!!!"   My sister is trying to catch my eye - she thinks its funny. I mean, a fatty falling and breaking the bath is funny, but when it's your own bath in your own home, it's not so funny. It ended with Cathy cry-giggling about how it was an accident and not her fault. For some reason,  she decided to  strip down and have a shower (instead of just using the detachable shower head to wash out the hair dye) and that is was our fault  as the bath was 'too slippery'. And of course, she was the one in pain, how could we be so heartless!  My sister didn't really know what to say - she apologized but mostly found it funny. She agreed to pay to fix the damage, and promised she would never bring Cathy over again. I never saw, nor heard much about Cathy ever again.  It's really funny now, but at the time i was ready to tell my sister to leave.  The damage -  It's kind of hard to explain, but I'll try.   The bathtub (the showerhead is on the wall if anyone is confused) has a plastic trim around the edge where the tub meets the wall tiles.  If you removed the bath panel and looked underneath - the bathtub has these two metal legs, each one sitting on a beam of wood.  When she fell, the sheer force knocked one of the legs off the beam, causing the bath to lower at that end, which ripped away the plastic trim around the edge. Sorry if this makes no sense, I really don't know how else to describe. Moral of the story - never allow fats in your home.