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What I'm looking for
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You weren’t built to be admired in the polite way. Not put on a pedestal. Not “celebrated.” You’re not chasing approval. You're not here for compliments that feel more like lies. You’re not trying to be empowered—you’re trying to be emptied.
You’re fat. Heavy. Soft in all the ways that make you feel small, slow, and in the way. And maybe that used to feel like a burden. Maybe it still does. But deep down, you've started to wonder if that's the point. If being too much, too wide, too slow, too needy—wasn’t a mistake, but a calling.
I want the ones who get that. Who feel it in their bones. The ones who aren’t looking to be loved through it—but used because of it.
I’m not here for the ones still clinging to some idea of “self-worth” or body positivity that doesn’t ring true. I’m not interested in women who need to be coaxed into submission with praise. If you only give in when your body is wet and your ego is stroked, you’ll crumble when things get real. You’re not what I want.
I want the ones who are already circling the drain. Who feel the shame and stay there. Who don’t want to be pulled out—they want someone to push them deeper. I want the ones who already hate how they look in the mirror—but secretly love the idea of being reminded what that body is actually for.
Your wide hips. Your heavy thighs. Your sagging tits. The way you fill a chair or take up space in a room. It isn’t a flaw—it’s an invitation. You're not a goddess. You're not sacred. You're meat. Flesh. Soft, fat, pliant flesh that’s begging to be owned. To be taken. To be used.
Not adored. Not treasured. Used.
I want women who crave being told what they are: an object, a hole, a thing that serves. The ones who light up at the idea of being forgotten until needed. Who want their purpose handed to them, not found inside.
I want women who don’t need “aftercare” as a reward, but structure as a collar. Who don’t want reassurance—they want rules. Not kisses. Orders. Discipline. Control. The ones who need to be reshaped around service, broken open and rebuilt as property.
And if, right now, you’re feeling seen in a way that makes your stomach twist and your thighs clench—good. That’s the part of you I’m talking to. The part no one else acknowledges. The part that’s ashamed. The part that’s waiting.
I know how to keep fat women. I know how to strip them down and rewire the way they think about their bodies, their worth, their place. I don’t want confidence. I want obedience. I want surrender that doesn't need to be rewarded—just used.
So if you’re the one who sits in silence after the scene and doesn’t ask to be held… if you want to feel like you’re nothing but flesh and need… if being treated like a thing feels more honest than being told you’re beautiful—
Then you already belong to me.
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Posted on : Jul 28, 2025
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Commented on Jul 29, 2025
I get aroused by this type of woman. It is a fantasy for me. I have horny and creative urges to use and grope a woman, Maybe a fat woman with less self worth would be easier to be a submissive.
Browning6968, in my opinion, if is you qualify depends on how phyllis feels about herself. She curvy but an obvious fatty. Her breast, as on display on your profile are attractive. If she wants them to someone else property, they yes she qualifies.
Cheers
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Commented on Jul 29, 2025
Do we qualify?
https://www.imagefap.com/gallery/13355798
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