#intoxication

[lushpuppyxxx]

road trip. you hand me a bottle. “we’ll drive until it’s empty then stop for more,” you say.

so you drive and drive and drive and I drink and drink and drink and sometimes you stop the car so I can wobble out to the woods by the road to pee and by the time the bottle is empty you pull into the parking lot of a liquor store.

you go in while I am left to stagger around outside, leaning on the car and giggling and hiccuping to myself. by the time you come back out, I’ve both peed in and removed my pants and underwear and am sitting in the passenger seat with my legs spread.

you pet my wet, drunk pussy and hand me a new bottle. “drink up,” you say, “when you’re done we’ll stop for more.”

and when we stop for the night and you carry me over your shoulder into our hotel room, you hand me one last bottle and make me cum until it’s empty.

[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~!

[molnyash-art]

why do you do this to yourself, detective?

[nobeerreviews]

There are days when solitude is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall.

-- Colette

(Cluj, Romania)

[hush-writes-preg]

I love the idea of tutoring a huge massive football lineman like 6'5 450 lbs that can easily pick up my 5'4 215 lbs frame like a sack. One night visiting a frat party party we both get drunk and he gets possessive when someone starts flirting with me so he picks me up to show off and then breeds me in front of everyone before taking me up and dropping more loads in me to make sure I become pregnant so he can show off.

You hadn't expected to become a part of the frat scene at college, but then you hadn't expected to be invited along by the school's star lineman, either. Was that one of the perks of tutoring? You weren't sure, but you weren't about to turn down free pizza and beer.

Only it wasn't just beer, and apparently, your relationship with the lineman wasn't nearly as platonic as you'd thought. You were feeling mighty fuzzy yet good by the time one of his buddies tried to flirt and cop a feel, and he didn't take that well at all. You yelped as you found yourself yanked away and lifted into the air like you weighed no more than a feather. The others laughed and cheered him on while you sputtered in protest, demanding that he put you down, but he silenced your objections with a whiskey-soaked kiss.

Mmmm. Oh. Oh, that was nice.

So was the hand snaking up your shirt, boldly fondling you in ways you'd never expected from such a popular guy. Forbidden heat blossomed between your legs and left them rubbery. The thick shaft of his arousal nudged against your groin as he made his best attempt to suck the soul from your body, and you instinctively wrapped your limbs around him, the sounds of the crowd around you fading in the face of his unexpected attention.

You needed this. You needed him.

So when he flipped you around and pushed you down across the beer pong table, you didn't resist. The cool, sticky surface stuck to your bare skin as he yanked your pants free and slid between your thighs. The alcohol in your system made everything sort of soft and glowy, but there was nothing soft about the shaft that filled your sopping hole in one confident thrust.

You grabbed the edge of the table and held on as best you could as he pounded your inexperienced body, completely obvious to the envious gazes of the rest of the frat house as your lineman staked his claim. More than twice your size, he pumped in and out of your greedy body with the same stamina that got him through a championship game, and there was no way you could hope to keep up.

How many times did you come on that relentless cock? How many times did he come, his seed spilling into your unprotected body as the others watched and cheered?

"Mine," he grunted against the back of your neck as his balls rhythmically clenched and spat their potent load into your womb yet again. "Gonna knock you up so good that there ain't nobody who's gonna take you from me."

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. You should be terrified at the thought of accidentally getting pregnant-- you weren't on birth control, after all. But something about his words struck a primal vein in the depths of your mind, and you couldn't stop your body from clenching desperately around him.

Though a little embarrassed afterward, you survived the night and continued tutoring him, just as he continued bending you over convenient surfaces when the mood struck.

And when you waddled across the stage at graduation at the end of the school year, you did so on his arm, your lineman looking proud as hell all the while as he showed off your heavily pregnant form to classmates, family, and friends alike.

[intoxpetting]

i’m working a double at work now which means I really need help staying horny and edged while i’m here extra. please send me asks/requests etc to keep me busy 🥰🩷😵‍💫

[philosophybits]

A man when drunk is led by a boy, stumbling and not knowing where he goes, since his soul is wet. A ray of light the dry soul, wisest and best.

Heraclitus, Fragments, B117 & B118

[ask-eden]

Alaxia remains practically frozen in place, not even his tail was able to swish around like normal Almost as if he had stopped breathing on the spot Etoile fiddles with their own tail and continues to ramble on, not acknowledging the other mew's sudden stillness

Etoile: Do you keep it to appear cool? Not as a insult of course, I just know a long time ago I remember even your father went through a phase of "scars being cool" Etoile: Are scars still cool? Am I out of touch? Etoile playfully wiggles their tail tip in their hands and they giggle at themselves. Alaxia spoke suddenly, causing Etoile's pupils to snap over suddenly at him Alaxia: I... Keep it. For personal purposes. Not to appear a certain way to others. Alaxia: I can heal it but.. I don't want to. I want to remember it. Etoile raises a brow, a sharp trill purr of curiosity escapes them Etoile: Why would you want to remember a random giratina attacking you exactly?

Alaxia: Just. To remind myself that not every universe is happy to have visitors. That's all. Etoile: Hm. Do you still jump through random portals like you did when you were a kitten? Alaxia: Well. No. Etoile: Then I'm having some trouble understanding your reasoning. You've been attacked by things before, yet you don't keep those scars. Why not keep a scar to remind you not to mess with poison pokemon? Or the scar to remind you to not touch the hot spots on a typhlosion's neck? Alaxia remains silent for a moment, causing Etoile to lean in a bit closer Etoile: Plus, you seem to go out of your way to keep it covered all the time. Why keep it if you don't want to show it off? I bet it would be a hot ice breaker for any new person. Etoile: If I didn't know any better, I would think there is more to that scar than a random attack~ Are you hiding something from me Alli- Alaxia: NO. I'm not. It is just my first scar and I want to keep it. That's all. That's all there is to it. Etoile doesn't seem to jerk in surprise at Alaxia's sudden interruption, only their pupils turning into slits as they make eye contact with him.

Etoile remains silent for a moment, pupils flickering back and forth, looking Alaxia up and down with a unreadable expression. Alaxia dips his head a bit in respect, forcefully making himself smile awkwardly to try and apologize. Alaxia: Sorry for snapping, My Mew. I didn't mean to speak out of turn. Alaxia: I just.. Really want to hear what you have to say! It's not every day you have a private conversation with someone! Is something wrong? Alaxia forces another smile to appear friendly, despite the lies coming through his teeth. In all honesty he didn't care at all what Etoile had to say to him and wanted to be done with this mew. His mind already trying to think of another way to once again send Etoile on a pointless fetch quest. There is another small silence between the two, as Etoile stares for a moment longer before suddenly speaking once more in a cheery tone. As if the awkward conversation had never happened.

"..... what ....... "

[hedonists-den]

Intox Fatty

Your phone dings, a notification popping up and lighting the screen. You lazily pry your eyes from the TV, glancing over to see the all-too-familiar delivery service logo on the message. Your food was approaching. Had it been 30 minutes already? As blissfully stoned as you were, you had gotten so enamored with the mindless streaming you were doing that time just seemed to fly by! But you know how much you love to see that logo pop up on your phone. You know how conditioned you’ve become to get that hit of dopamine at the promise of your cravings soon to be fulfilled. You almost expect your stomach to growl, as hungry as you feel. But it doesn’t…Then you recall how you raided the fridge and pantry just an hour before. You had consumed thousands of calories of your own food so recently, and then you got delivery? You realize you aren’t even particularly hungry. You just want to eat. You not only crave the sensation of tasting the delicious food you’ve ordered, but the euphoria of constantly eating and filling your body like the hedonistic pig you had turned into.

You let out a slight sigh, and let your hand wander to your overflowing belly, rubbing it softly in the anticipation of your next feast. How did this feel so good? The overwhelming pleasure you got at simply feeling your body, the amount that it had fattened up, a true testament to how much you let yourself indulge so freely. You felt like royalty. You got everything you wanted, when you wanted, and you hardly had to lift a finger to get any of it. It was utter bliss. Utter hedonism. And you smiled at this fact as you took another bong hit. Finally, another notification. Your food was at your door.

You shift from side to side, lifting yourself up with your slightly shaking arms, you heaving your softened, doughy body up and standing, all your fat shifting to hang from your body, now unsupported by the couch. You saunter over to your door, checking to make sure that no one was still at the door. How embarrassing it might be for the delivery person to see you in such a state. You were only in your underwear, after all. It was practically your only option any more if you wanted to relax comfortably. You were gaining weight so quickly, your clothes couldn’t keep up. It seemed that every piece of clothing you bought was getting tight just a month or two later. It almost made you curious to see how your jeans from 100lbs ago would fit. They probably wouldn’t even make it past your thighs now.

You get lost in these thoughts of how irreversably obese you’ve gotten and before you knew it, you had shuffled back to the couch and sat down, your hefty bag of takeout sitting beside you. And your thoughts are quickly replaced with pure excitement as you lean over to begin pulling containers from the bag. It was like opening gifts on Christmas morning, rifling through this bag. The first box feels the heaviest, and the smell of greasy, fried food wafts over you. NOW, your stomach rumbles. You open it and, with your hands, begin to stuff the calorie-rich loaded cheese fries in your face, hardly savoring the taste as you simply eat with ravenous abandon. But the savory, salty taste finds you anyway, and only drives you further into this gluttonous feasting you find yourself in. It was heavenly…bite after bite, you quickly empty the box. Hardly a dent in your appetite. You needed more. 

The next box, or rather two boxes, filled with perfectly deep-fried mozzarella sticks and assorted dips. It was always so amusing to see how they packaged these massive orders of yours. Multiple utensils included, multiple orders of the same things separated into individual boxes, all as if the restaurant expected this order to be for at least 3 people. But it was always just for you. All for you. You moan softly as you continue to feed yourself, licking your fingers with each bite, engrossed in what a greedy, obese fatass you were being. 

Another box down, then another. And another. You could feel your stomach stretching at this point, pushing into your lap further. If you weren’t so in love with what a massive appetite you had, it would almost be concerning how much you could pack away now. So many pounds of food now fit into your gut, a far contrast to your appetite even fifty pounds ago, which had already increased so much since you decided to let yourself fall into this lifestyle. You put a hand on your swollen belly and squeeze it, feeling the results of so long doing just this. You groan and keep stuffing your face, leaning back and placing one of your last boxes of food on your gut like a table. You’re obsessed by this feeling. Your hand wanders more over your body, grabbing, squeezing, wobbling all of the fattest parts of your body, thinking of how you had put on more than 150lbs in the pursuit of this intoxicating pleasure. You can’t help yourself. You push your heavy belly out of the way and spread your massive thighs, beginning to touch yourself as you eat. 

You breathe heavily, moaning between bites, turned on even more by the fact that your labored breathing is caused by both your arousal and the expenditure of such minimal effort to do something as basic as getting yourself off. Any average-sized person could do either or both without getting as winded as you do. You were such an out of shape pig, so overcome with heavy fat. It covered your body, hindered your movement, left you panting and winded when you did the simplest things, filled you out so much that you couldn’t fit on normal chairs without your hips and ass spilling over the edges. And practically any chair with arms was impossible to sit in. You even noticed that your body was beginning to get too wide for the double-seats at the hospital waiting room… But all of this, all it did was make you want more. More size. More food. More indulgence. More…

You were so full…you had eaten so much all day long, and the day before. And honestly, the day before that. No wonder you had grown so massively fat. Constantly eating left you in a state of constantly gaining weight, growing new stretch marks, accumulating more cellulite. It never stopped. You couldn’t stop. And acknowledging this pushed you over the edge. Your body tensed, the familiar tingle spread across your body as you lay your head back and moan, grunt, and finally cum. Your body trembles, making all of your heavy fat wobble and jiggle, heightening the pleasure, especially feeling your belly slap your full thighs as you rock back and forth.

Exhausted, panting, body heaving up and down with each breath, takeout boxes scattered around you, each one completely empty, you can hardly gather your thoughts. A satisfied smile on your face, your body finally relaxes and you practically melt into the couch. You can feel yourself slipping into unconsciousness, from the exhaustion of getting yourself off, a food coma, or from being so stoned, you can’t tell. You don’t care. You were full, pleasured, and feeling like the most self-indulgent hog in the world. The least you could do is treat yourself to a nap, and wake up even bigger and wider as all the calories you just ate accumulated on your ever-growing body.

[modharvest]

Liquid courage heard it helps!

[mekare-art]

Partners in Crime, on AO3

Lan Wangji about to steal someone‘s chicken

[alexandy99]

God you look good lately.

The way your belly has become so big and round PLEASEE.

What I wouldn't give to take advantage of you in this state. Filling every inch of your gut with anything I can pour through a funnel 🔥

Thank you🤤🤤 I am happy to know that you’re seeing me stuff myself all round and horny.

Can you start by pouring this wine down my funnel? Then I’ll take anything else you want to fill me with❤️ just pleeease give my belly lots of your attention

[ftm-freetomolest]

Im drunk, and i think my tits are cute, so here, tits!

Plz DM me and say mean things so i get even wetter than I already am 💕💕

[intoxpetting]

Daddy took me out for our engagement dinner last night and I made sure to look extra slutty and get tipsy before we even left 🩷🥰😵‍💫😍

[tumby-haver]

Thinking about drink mixing rn

I hate the taste of vodka, so I always try to mix it with whatever I have on hand. soda, juice, whatever but imagine

You’ve been mixing me drinks all night. I’m not really paying attention to how many I’ve had, cause I told you to mix them light, but you’ve been making them progressively more and more alcoholic each time. I can’t taste the alcohol in them. In fact, they taste amazing, and even though I’m kinda bloated I definitely want to keep drinking. One drink tastes funny, but i just tell you to make me another and we’ll I gotta finish it anyways, right? And the next one tastes just fine! Although my tongue is kind of numb for some reason? By the tenth drink, it’s pure vodka and I’m drinking it like water, too wasted to realize what’s really going on 🥵

[ask-eden]

Etoile watches as the Mesprit attempts not to gag, offering to hold back her hair tendrils, but being met with a irritated swat Too fascinated by the Mesprit's behavior, the mew doesn't appear to notice Alaxia's grip suddenly tighten around the celebi Hands trembling, resisting the urge to dig his claws into the back of the celebi's head, that familiar sharp pain stabbing deep in his chest. The mew leans away a bit, shuddering slightly at the pain suddenly stabbing at them and the violent thoughts flooding his intoxicated mind. The celebi however, mistakes Alaxia's trembling and leaning away as a sign of being nervous to kiss deeper. The celebi had no issues once again leaning into Alax's face to kiss him once more. Alaxia's body begins to relax once more as the pain begins to fade. Shoulders relaxing and grip loosening, enjoying the final kiss for a moment before another shrill shriek can be heard Mesprit: THAT'S ENOUGH OH MY GODDDDDDDD Etoile and the mesprit had returned their gaze to the two pokemon, Etoile smiling and coming over to carefully separate the two pokemon. Etoile: Now now! We can't be having.. whatever this is... all night! Etoile smiles and gently pats Alaxia, who had begin emitting a irritated mewling noise once more Etoile: These pokemon are special delivery pokemon! They are very busy Allie! You shouldn't keep them from doing their work! Etoile leans in a bit to whisper Etoile: Also the mesprit keeps yelling loudly and I don't enjoy it <3 <3 so I would like to leave post haste!

Before Alaxia can make another irritated drunken mewl, Etoile quickly lifts him onto their shoulder as if he was a sack of flour. Alaxia struggles for a moment, before suddenly going limp, too intoxicated to put forth much more effort. Etoile's paw gently strokes his back like one would while trying to soothe a infant, causing Alaxia to begin purring in response. Etoile smiles, knowing that Alaxia had successfully been detained. The mesprit however, was less kind to her father. The embarrassed teenager violently tugging on the celebi's arm in anger. Attempting to hide her face from others, lest someone she knows see what was happening.

The celebi struggled in response, his body flopping around drunkenly and being deadweight in the mesprit's hands.

A portal opens up outside for the Mesprit and Celebi. The man stopping once again to wave frantically at Alaxia and screaming goodbye in slurred words. Etoile gives a friendly wave to them Etoile: Good luck on the rest of your deliveries tonight! Happy travels! The Mesprit lets out a annoyed grunt in response and forcefully drags her father through the portal Once the portal closes, Etoile stares for a moment in silence, ears flicked back. Etoile: ... Hm. I wonder if I screamed every sentence when I was a teenager.... hm....

Alaxia says something in reply, but his words are far too slurred and garbled up for anyone to understand Etoile looks at him and smiles warmly Etoile: At least you didn't yell that much. You were a very good boy!

Etoile gently pats Alaxia's back, a loud purr emits from the pink mew as his head slumps back down. Too tired to keep it up any longer. Etoile: Let's get you outta here and sobered up little kitty! I have something to discuss with you!

[ Etoile and Alaxia have left the Event ] [ backgrounds by @/sinnohsiblings ]