Swinger Shitlord or "The Story Of O(beasts)" A few weeks ago, someone posted the question "what activity have fatties ruined for you?"  I knew the answer immediately. Swinging. I'm fit, and I swing.  My wife is fit, and she swings.  We hit swinging parties as much as we can, but most of my time is spent shitlording the tubs of deluded butter who squeeze themselves into a corset and waddle onto the dance floor like a sow with dreams of agility.  I like shitlording; it's fun and satisfying.  Not as much fun as getting some strange, but you've got to make due with what life hands you.  And it seems that as far as swinging is concerned, life is thrusting a double handful of pigbeast my way. Shitlording at orgies gives you opportunities unlike anywhere else.  For example: Fatties are are ashamed of their bodies.  For all the loud protests about their iron confidence and sexy curves, they are extremely vulnerable when partially clothed.  Do you want to see a fattie's self-worth flicker out in their eyes?  When they invite you into the back room for some action using their sexiest grunts, respond with "Fuck no."  I've turned to my shitlady and said "X here wants to fuck, what do you think?"  To which she laughs in hysterics at the idea.  Mumbled apologies and staring at the ground follow, with the butterslug shuffling away to some dark corner to hide.  It's beautiful. If it sounds cruel, good.  Who plans on attending an event where you're going to be naked in front of strangers, but doesn't think about hitting the gym first?  It's not that difficult a concept to grasp.  If you enter a marathon, you spend time getting in shape first so you don't humiliate yourself on the course.  If you sign up for skydiving, you make sure you can fit into a parachute.  But somehow obeasts think that they can slop their way to an orgy and expect to have people falling all over themselves for a chance of pawing their blubber.  That's not how it works. Sex requires physical attraction. If you weigh as much as the car you came in, you need to go home and hide from society. The last straw was realizing that three women at my last party were naked, but you couldn't see any of their naughty bits.  Their fupa covered their vag better than a burka.  Their udders were so pale and flabby that their nipples were invisible.  They'd been stretched so tightly that they blended into their rolls of fat.  It was disgusting.  I packed up my shitlady and my disappointed cock and left. I've got some stories about fatties and orgies if anyone is interested.  Just don't have a big lunch before reading.