Nude Obeasts literally and figuratively stinking up the Kinkworld I've been active in my local kink community for a while, and have seen a good amount of body horror in my adventures. Not the sort you sign up for when you explore the S&M world, but the sort that makes you turn down every free "dark side" cookie offered at the club snack tables.  Early in my escapades, a lovely middle aged couple I met at the local dungeon offer to show me another local club. I had heard about this club in conversations between the owners of my own local hangouts, but they had always seemed to be politely avoiding details about it. I found out what they were reluctant to say on my first trip there.  After greeting friends outside the club, I walked in and was immediately greeted by a tub of mayo checking in guests. The previously female lardtank was sitting behind a table with her fupa resting on top of it, apparently exhausted simply by taking the guests money. At the time my hatred had not completely developed and so I was openminded, smiling and offering my money. The thing looked me up and down with a look of what I assume was disgust (its hard to tell with the moon face). After asking to see my ID and demanding my friends to confirm I was vetted to attend, my money was reluctantly taken and sausage fingers pushed the liability form at me, leaving little grease prints at the top. This particular party was a toga themed one and I noticed the hostile butterbarge (who was still staring at me) was dressed in over stretched leggings and a massive hoodie. I returned her updown and asked if this was indeed a toga party. It seemed to give an embarrassed nod. I was dressed in a sheer toga that gave her a clear view of my toned self. Her hurt fee fees and jealous stares gave me a surge of confidence and I moved on hoping it was the last encounter like that I would have that night. Oh was I disappointed.  The main room had a huge table filled with food. A full on Beetus potluck complete with chips beetus juice and sweets. As the hostess waddled in the buffet made more sense. She was wrapped in a bed sheet with her fupa peeking out of the open side. Her partner was easily 1/3 of her 400 Ilb mass. She was by far the largest individual I had met in the scene and I avoided her like the plague so I didn't slip and say anything bluntly rude and get thrown out. Surely there couldn't be any more awkwardness in one party right? Wrong. Once I made it to the back, I was impressed by two things:  1. The amount of rooms and equipment/toys.  2. The smell coming from one room in particular.  Holy fuck the smell. The stench hit me like a bus. It was indescribable. I stopped breathing out of my nose and peeked into the open playroom to see what could be causing such a stench. To my horror I got a clear view of a completely nude Obeast resting a huge stomach on a leather spanking bench while another completely nude and excessively hairy Obeast exerted itself by flailing a flogger. Arm wings were flapping harder than the flogger could ever swing, and the floor around them was covered in sweat along with the rolls of flesh hanging off their once bodies.   The smell still haunts me. When I went back to my own local club, I told the owners I understand why they avoid the place.  Them - "Yeah. They have a problem with...cleanliness." Me - "Yep...cleanliness." NOTE: The kink world is an awesome place filled with humans! Please don't let this horror story scare you off.   TL;DR: Kink club filled with fatties. Spoiler alert - rude, constantly eating, and smell awful. Boners murdered.