#intox feedism

[growmydarling]

i'll keep you stoned all the time. wake and bake, medicated syrup in your pancake feast, tokes in between. a joint while you relax, snacking and getting ready for your lazy day. munching on chips. food ordered in while we tinker around the house. i pour weed butter on your plate (do you notice?). i eat half of mine, you eat all yours then continue snacking. you chug soda due to a strangely dry mouth. you take a bong rip and absentmindedly jiggle your belly while zoning out on the patio. you read a book for a while but struggle to focus. i lick my lips seeing your unfocused gaze while you lick your fingers. dinner right after a joint is a four course meal from a recipe book i got at the library. it had something to do with green infused foods...you're high as fuck, leaned back and rubbing your thighs slowly. thinking contentedly about your stuffed belly and hoping for dessert.

[high-kite]

I want to be someone’s stupid, high little slut. I want someone to just feed me an edible and then make me take hits until I can’t anymore. Until i am a coughing and wheezing mess. Then the edible starts to kick in too. I feel so sick and so overwhelmed i can do nothing but lie down. Someone needs to then keep touching me until i cry, pretty please!!!!

[need-mass]

260 pounds of greedy stoner bull

[mortiskiller]

Jock to Stoner

An anon ask for a jock that gets a little used to getting high and eating.

After months of eating and binging like ahigh, a jock weighs in to see how bad things have become.

[soyabeanglazed]

I erm :3 ate too many edibles which led me to eat a full pizza :3 :3 I am very full and feel very heavy hehe bleh 😛

[chunky-glitter]

I want massive milky titties and a globular sloshy gut and thunderous soft thighs and a protruding wobbling ass. I want to be lounging and drinking and high all the time and I want to be worshipped for it like a queen. Or like a goddess.

I want a line of people a mile long stretching out of my temple with their arms full of offerings, desperate to feed or fuck me. Stuff me full, try to impress me. Bring me a keg of your brewery’s best ale, drain it all into my mouth. If I like the way it stretches my gut and makes my brain fog and spin, maybe I’ll accept your seed, giving you a blessing for the next year.

Acolytes drinking sweet boozy milk from my ludicrous fat tits, gulping desperately to swell their bellies in my image. Desperately and drunkenly humping against each other’s sloshing bellies when they’ve had their fill and lost their inhibitions. Priests to supply and light my endless joints, to rub my wobbling gut all day and gently help me burp out the gas so I can have more, more, more.

Everyone worshipping at the altar of my body as I worship at the altar of consumption.

[tanuki-voice]

Sharing is Caring (and The Art of Being Fed While High)

CW///: Drug use (marywana), Intox feedism

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You'd made fun of your roomie occasionally for their inability to mind their weight, their frequent smoking sessions probably doing nothing to help that fact. One day, however, they decided to start sharing their stash of magnificent bud with you, and as if fate itself had decided to make you a fool, you steadily began to put on weight. You had eaten your words, along with many other things. You didn't know just what it was about it, but this strain in particular made you so, so hungry.

And here you were, after a hard day's work, absolutely zooted and splayed across the couch. You'd perhaps done a little too much, and now you were absolutely starving. Your head was propped up in your roommate's lap, their comfy, chubby thighs feeling like soft pillows beneath you. They'd come prepared, and were gladly sharing food they'd ordered in advance, not even making you move. It was cozy.

"Open." They commanded. Obediently, you opened wide, and they slipped a chicken nugget in your mouth. You chewed and swallowed. You'd been doing this for the past 40 minutes, just enjoying the sensations, the taste of different foods, and the feeling of satisfying your hunger. You were still nowhere near full. You didn't want to be.

"One more," They said, pressing it to your lips. You ate from their occupied hand, while their free one ruffled your hair affectionately.

"Good job," They cooed. "You've been eating so well for me." The praise, combined with the sensation of the head rubs, shot warm waves of euphoria through your body. Their words made you feel as if you'd accomplished something. It made the eating feel so right.

Your attention then shifted to your stomach, and catching a glimpse, you were reminded of the toll of these sessions. There was no way to sugarcoat it: you had ballooned the past few months. Your formerly small frame, which had fit into this t-shirt not too long ago, was now packed into it rather noticably. A new squishy duo of breasts and belly strained the fabric, it barely covering your new love handles. Your pants fared no better, with widening hips and a ripening behind struggling to fit inside your jeans most days. You no longer needed a belt, and around the house you resorted to sweatpants that stretched to accommodate you.

It all made you feel a mix of emotions. One one hand, it slightly embarrassed you to give up the body you'd built your self image on. On the other hand, this new frontier of growth felt slightly, well, liberating. It was exciting, it made you feel warm inside, a little proud even. Words failed to express it.

Jokingly, you protested. "You're making me fat." You chided your roommate. They smiled softly. "I know, I can't help it," They replied. "It looks too good on you." They picked up a large bottle of soda, and guided it to your dry mouth. Opening eagerly, they put the nozzle in your mouth, and tilted the bottle upward. The brown, sweet, sticky ichor trickled into your mouth. "You used to make fun of me for being bigger," They thought aloud. "I thought maybe I should show you how great it is to be this big." You swallowed mouthful after mouthful, feeling your stomach grow, bulging and bloating with each gulp. Finishing the bottle, you let out a loud belch, and panted.

"Good job." Your roommate doled out praise, as they lifted your shirt to rub your stomach. The blissful feeling of a full tummy, combined with the stimulating sensation of high belly rubs melted your brain. Through the haze, you heard your roomie say "We're putting at least another 100 pounds on you." You rolled your head into their own fluffy midsection, nuzzling against the soft fat. You couldn't wait to see how much you'd grow.

[stonerhog]

happy 4/20 I’m stuffed out of my mind and so stoned I need to lie down

[high-kite]

Sometimes I like to think about what I want and need. I need to be kept in a dream like state. I want to be kept so stupid and high that I am just helpless.

Time keeps passing without me knowing. I don’t know when to eat, when to sleep, when to get up, anything. I need to rely on someone else. I want to be someone’s stupid pet, constantly cared for.

Come on, I’ll do anything to stay fucked up~ Anything to be high~ Anything to be a good slut~ I need it~!

[fetishizeyourself]

fat girl searching for her weed pen... too fat and stupid to realize it's wedged between her belly and her boobs and she's just too fat to feel it

[chubbyregulus]

underrated part of intox is how great it is to get drunk together. here we both are, pounding beers, slapping our tummies, burping way too loud, and bumping into shit falling over, but we’re having so much fun. sloppy kisses, uninhibited exploration, no thinking just vibes the best vibes. we should get fucking wasted together more often

[mortiskiller]

Jock to Stoner 2: Humiliation

An audio commission by @ilikembig12 for a part two of my Jock to Stoner audio here.

Our stoner pig has only gotten bigger, more of slob, and his dinner has a twist tonight.

[soyabeanglazed]

Man I should have gotten more beer ;-; ☹️💔