The Tale of LardRapist the Bad (or, the story of how a 300+ lb barge tried to trick me into having sex with it) Buckle up, folks, this is going to be a wild ride. So, like any single young person these days, sometimes you want companionship. I went online looking for a man to date, and I made sure to mention I was looking for a muscular (or at least HWP) man to spend time with. Fitness is important to me and it's important that it's important to any love interests too. Enter LardRapist. It messaged me, painting itself as "alpha" and "dominant" all while insisting on "no pictures or videos." Right away, I knew it was fat, but there was part of me that thought maybe it was just an insecure, nerdy bro. Like a 0.000000000000001% chance. Right? No. No, no, no. You all know that this is very, very wrong. But I was bored and at least looking for a little entertainment, so I replied. Right away, it started asking for pictures of me. I didn't give him any, but I had some up on my profile and so it had a general idea what I looked like. It kept sending me gross messages about how "tiny" and "little" I am, and that it wanted to see more of me. (I'm a normal size. Petite, but definitely not little or tiny by any normal person's standards. Also, ew.) It sent a few shirtless pictures to try to entice me to respond in kind, but its mind was too warped by adipose to realize it sent me pictures of clearly three different dudes. And that these men were among the first images to pop up when you search for "muscular shirtless dude." But I digress. LardRapist persisted. It "wanted to get to know me." When I mentioned my hobbies include hiking with my dogs (two mini poodles. They're SUPER cute and they were just groomed last week! I have pictures if anyone's interested!), swimming, going on bike rides, and a bunch of other things, it was silent. Its hobbies were cooking, baking, and eating out. That's legit it. It felt realllllllllly connected to me, though, and told me its sad life story, of being bullied and how it had moved to care for his dying-of-cancer grandma. Who, let's face it, is probably dying from being too fucking fat. It wanted to see more selfies of me. I declined. It indulged me with a bad selfie taken in the dark, from a high angle, with... black marker on the sides of its high-blood-pressure-red face to try to match the dark room, to look thinner. Its face was bloated and repulsive. It was easily 300+ lbs, probably more, and looked on the brink of dying. Fucking burgeoning with diabetes. Even this description is generous.  Still I said nothing. It clearly thought it was doing a great job of tricking me, though, and things continued as... Well. Mere messages later, it wanted to know if I had a rape fetish. It did. Probably because that's the only way a human female would ever hop in a pen with it.  It made the generous offer of "fulfilling my fantasy"  fulfilling its fantasy with me, but under the condition that it rent a hotel room, I sleep in it, and that it had the key to come in in the night. It made it absolutely clear that it did not want to meet beforehand. Yes, reread that. It knew I would not be interested in its disgusting body, so it wanted to trap me in a hotel room beneath its moldy flesh and argue that it was a "rape roleplay" so it could convince itself something could ever want to witness what hid beneath its rotting pannus and that I consented. This was absolutely repulsive and too much for me to take. And also probably the only way this beast could ever rape anybody, 'cause it's definitely too fat to so much as walk. I let LardRapist know what I felt of it: that it's a worthless, sack of crap that could never dream of being near a woman, that it should kill itself directly instead of going the slow route with a bunch of cheesecake, that its granny was probably the same and it was probably too lazy to take care of Grams anyway. It said I was mean. A dick, specifically. That it knew I would never give it a chance. It blocked me before I could really make it clear that all this was because it was fat. (And a rapist, wtf?!)