need someone to do some permanent shit to me during sex. i need to be fundamentally altered in a way that is both meaningful and tangible. or whatever.

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@icecastleprince
need someone to do some permanent shit to me during sex. i need to be fundamentally altered in a way that is both meaningful and tangible. or whatever.
((CW: intox, CNC))
Dom tugging me in for kisses over and over just to push alcohol in my mouth, making me drink more until I’m tipsy/drunk, my head getting nice and fuzzy. They use to their advantage, pressing me back against the nearest surface when I can’t push them away, using me however they please <3
it's never to early too drink, in fact, it's always too late, cause you should be drinking already
wait so like ur a blob who gained 100 pounds. twice.
ya :,3 pretty much
drinking a can of beer right after waking up to get myself in the mood, having a blunt afterwards to make it feel even better. maybe I'll already be so intoxicated that I don't really care anymore about the day and just keep drinking because it's so fun and being drunk isn't that bad, right? life gets a bit easier and if I get sloppy, it doesn't matter.
hours go by and I keep drinking, not really thinking about it, just whatever I feel like. by lunchtime I'm stumbling a bit and my coordination isn't the best anymore, but that's okay, right? I'm just at home, it doesn't matter if I bump into some walls.
it's afternoon and my booze stack is nearing its end, but I don't really want to stop drinking, so I have to go out to the store. I'm stumbling a bit more now, and my tongue feels kinda heavy, but that's okay, no one will notice. I step outside and have to steady myself on the door, maybe I'm a bit more drunk than I thought, but that's okay. I get to the store alright, maybe some people look at me weird but I don't really notice because I'm too busy to walk in a straight line, which doesn't work all too well, but I just really want more booze.
at the store the cashier is super nice and even gives me a small bottle of vodka, as a gift from the store they say, and that I have to drink it right away. obviously that's no problem for me, even if I struggle to open the bottle and they have to help me. they look at me and I can't tell if they're making fun of me, but the world starts spinning a bit more suddenly and I have to grip the counter in order to not sway too much to the side.
I slur a happy goodbye and stumble on the street with my purchase, already opening the next bottle for the way home. all self-consciousness I had about being drunk in public is gone and I happily wobble home, occasionally having to take a break and lean against a wall to take another sip, which doesn't help my stability. but I make it home without an incident, finally able to drink more.
at this point it's hard for me to stand without swaying from side to side, so I plop onto my bed putting the bottles next to me so that they're always in reach. I don't feel anything but bliss and my spinny head, and I love it. I forgot if there was anything I was supposed to do today, but it doesn't matter anyways.
I realize that I have to pee, and I try to get up but it's so hard, and suddenly I'm on the floor, ass up. I don't even know how I got there and I try to get up again, but somehow it doesn't work. my bladder is really full and hurts, so I try to get up on my feet one more time. I nearly make it, but just when I want to take my first step, my knees buckle and I stumble backwards, crashing into a wall and sliding down because the floor is just tilting somehow all the time.
the last thing I feel is something wet between my legs, but my eyes are doing funky things so I just close them and pass out.
I know it’s a 4pm on a fucking Tuesday but I need to feed someone shots until they can’t form words
taking a pretty femme out to dinner, buying us a bottle of champagne to drink together. holding back on my indulgences, taking slow and steady sips and encouraging her to drink more. praising her as she downs glass after glass.
slipping in an “atta girl, look at you. you aren’t even phased,” as she downs her fourth. watching as her cheeks flush red, skin practically bubbling with want as alcohol finds its way down to her cunt. sliding my hands underneath her dress, caressing places she’d be too embarrassed to let me touch in public if she was sober.
maybe i’d take her to the bathroom before dinner even rolled around, counting down the minutes that i’d have to make her cum before our food was expected to reach our table. maybe, i’d fuck her right there. pull her panties to the side and indulge myself exactly how i’ve wanted to the whole day.
i’d fuck my fingers into her when she was least expecting it, take advantage of my pretty girl when she was all empty headed and needy, have her so tipsy that the only thing her mind can focus on is one thing:
me.
“tell me to stop… go on…” said to a sub so out of it, so dizzy and floaty and whiny that they can barely keep their eyes open, willingly spreading their legs and gripping onto your shirt, so desperate to be filled that they don’t even care who does it at this point
you should be getting me high and taking advantage of me 💨✨
This is legit a fantasy of mine.
I would love to find a master who helps me get addicted to psychedelics and then keeps me in a haze for days or weeks at a time fucking me senseless and renting me out to pay for my drugs. I want to be so drugged up that he could move me across the country and I wouldn't know where I was.
I would just get used to coming down from a high in strange places and then start counting the hours and minutes until he gives me more drugs.
When I say intox kink I don’t mean fucking my unconscious body. I mean like, I’m aware of every little thing happening to me but too fucked up to do anything about it. I wanna feel dizzy and like I’m floating while you use me
I wanna taste the liquor in your breath when kissing you in the morning.
I wanna watch you stumble out of the bedroom to get your first bottle of the day, watching your bare butt drunkenly sway and jiggle.
I wanna look into your glassy eyes as I kiss you goodbye, open bottle in hand.
I wanna get home from work to find you so drunk you can't even form words anymore. I wanna help you lift the fresh bottle I brought to your lips to keep your vision all blurry and spinny.
I wanna watch as you try to walk for me, as you slur your words beyond recognition, as you try to be sexy for me. And you are.
I wanna tell you how beautiful you are.
I wanna hold your head while you blow into the breathalyzer, curious if you reached a new BAC record today.
I wanna make love to you while you're slumped over, unable to keep your balance. Being such a good intox girl, that's the least I can do for you!
I wanna carry you to bed while you're barely able to process what's going on, a drunken smile on your blushed face.
I wanna kiss you good night.
And tomorrow I wanna do it all over again.
the best needy intox sub is someone who thinks about drinking for me everyday, someone who is desperate enough to reach out first, send me ten messages in a row, all at different times so I know you really can't help yourself. A sub who will cancel plans to down drink after drink, not because they feel like they have to, but because they're desperate to. Because being my perfect sloppy needy mess is more fun than you could ever have doing anything else.
no it's quite necessary that i force feed him until his breathing is labored and his shirt has ridden up. that's literally the only way to take care of him and make sure he has enough food haha. this is very normal nurturing behavior what are you talking about
objective observations on obesity
I used to be super thin.
Now I'm 350+ pounds and fat.
Here's some things I noticed.
Seats are more comfy. Even traditionally uncomfortable spots like rocks
Everyone offers me food. Wooo, free food!
Sitting cross-legged has a hard limit. Bloodflow can get cut off
i now have to pull my feet up to get socks or shoes on. I can't just bend over and get to them.
Heat tolerance came down
Cold tolerance hasn't changed oddly enough.
Endurance hasn't changed. I can still walk forever.
Physically stronger than ever
Shirts getting pulled into folds is an interesting feeling.
Lasting longer during sex
It took me a while but I learned how to eyeball chairs. "Will this hold me or will it break?" Is something I can now tell by a glance.
laying on my back on a memory foam mattress means it's gonna be hard to sit up. I gotta swing my mass and roll over
Skin is more sensitive, erogenous zones are now everywhere.
I am much more approachable. Have more positive social interactions. I think people thought I was more dangerous when I was thin.
Lifting my belly is oddly fun and satisfying
Laying back is fun. I feel so soft and smushy.
When my wife gives me belly rubs, it can knock me out or turn me on. The only time it's purely relaxing is if I'm also wildly caffeinated.
Playing with my fat is an SS+ Tier ADHD stim
i have a beard so you can't see my double chin, but I definitely feel the double chin. It's like there's a squishy mound or roll under my chin and I can only feel it if I lower my chin.
Sleeping is SO much easier.
I snore now. Apologies to my wife
Turning to look behind me in a chair can be painful as fatty tissue gets pushed between my ribs.
Peeing sitting down is the way. Now when standing, I can only see myself when I'm hard. I have an above average size, and I'm seeing less and less the more I grow. But when a urinal is the only option, I can still go, but I need to do it by feel, not by look
Fatpad is starting to take "length" away. The fat is growing and pushing in all directions, so now it sticks straight out by default, rather than hanging down
I NEVER tuck in shirts. Helps to hide the bump which the above point creates.
I haven't worn jeans in 2 years. Been wearing just drawstring and elastic waist and shorts and pants. I don't even know my pants size right now
Dark shirts are my friend, not for covering myself, but for hiding sweat during warm days.
I now always check my shirt for crumbs. My belly catches everything 😂
Gaining weight has become difficult. I now have to eat more than I can realistically afford. So I will probably hover around 350 for a long time.
There's something exhilarating about having breasts. Like, I know I'm not "supposed to" so it's hot that I do.
I am now apparently the best pillow ever. My wife gets the best sleep of our relationship, now that she uses my fat as a pillow, only rolling back to her side once she's been asleep on me for awhile.
I can use my fat for utility. I can use my belly to pin something to the wall so I can adjust my grip. Or I can hold whatever with it pinned against the wall, while I reach to unlock my door or press an elevator button, etc.
I can also keep things organized while sitting. Remote for the TV? Lift my belly to plop it down while I eat. I can keep the remote from falling off the chair while using both hands to eat. I also can use my belly hang to hold my phone if I'm in my underwear and trying to make a snack.
Dealing with chafing sucks, but it's not so bad with a slick stick or something. I need to get better in remembering to use them. They, plus stretch marks, can and have caused a couple small skin tags to develop.
Stretch marks are sensitive. A finger traced on a fresh one can make me shiver.
Office chairs aren't wide enough. I find that sometimes my love handles get smushed in. Same with sporting events, theater seats, etc. I go into these events with an expectation of discomfort.
I'm always hungry. My appetite has done nothing but increase. I've always had a strong appetite, but now I feel hungry even when I just ate.
Being overfilled is more pleasant than being sore from a workout.
I don't miss the gym at all. Honestly I hated working out. I had the looks, but I felt like I was someone else. Felt like I wasn't me. Now I feel like me.
I don't miss my abs. Same reason. I do wish I could switch back and forth between skinny and fat solely for cosplay purposes. But even if I woke up tomorrow with the ability to shape shift, I'd still stay fat.
I'm not a particularly gassy person, but I definitely have a slight increase with that kinda stuff after the gains. Not my "thing" but I've been asked about it.
Lower back pain. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccc
My body seems to bounce back quickly. If I fall down, I don't bruise as badly. I get punched, and I don't feel it. But I feel like I can punch back and it'll put a hole in someone. I can't stress enough how much stronger I feel.
I do miss being agile, but I'm learning the benefits of being sturdy. I am immovable. Makes me an ideal person to guard the rail at a concert. We stood here all day to be up front. No, you're not sneaking in front of us, Kyle.
Fat shaming has zero negative effect. If anything, it makes me more motivated to get fat and piss off the fatphobes even more
I can identify and recognize obvious toxic approaches to healthcare, fashion, weight, diet, etc. every marketing campaign feels OBVIOUS now.
I need to drink a LOT more water. More body = more to hydrate.
All the stuff I find hot about being fat, has only gotten hotter the fatter I get.
I still enjoy hiking and being active. And being fat hasn't really caused any trouble for those things. I just sweat more, that's all. I can still hike forever and not quit.
This is just me, but being healthier BECAUSE of my weight is a cheat code, I think. I'm sure not everyone has the benefits I did. But I do think everyone is valid and deserves to love themselves at any size and any level of health
I've NEVER been hit on more than I have since getting fat. I used to have abs. I was thin but ripped. Nobody cared. Now I'm a big pig, and suddenly I'm getting flirty messages online and flirting irl from men and women. I'm not used to this! (Sorry though, I am taken!)
Ask me anything about this. I'd be happy to share..
An under appreciated side effect of being drunk is the “everyone ELE needs to be more drunk” mentality
Like yessss let me drag you down with me until we’re both too dizzy to stand
I need someone to get me high off my face. So high that my eyes go fuzzy and I cant speak without slurring or going dizzy. And then pound me. Im too high to say no and pliable as anything under you. I cant say no and if i do it doesnt matter ill be too high and weak to actually say anything. And when I wake up all ill know of that night is the soreness in my legs and stinging in my cunt.
If you’re a free use sub that can’t host, you should accept that you will be fucked in public and semi-public spaces. Like can you really whine about getting railed in a car, or a park, or an alleyway, or a public bathroom, if you can’t provide an alternative? Better develop an exhibitionist kink… or just wait for it to get fucked into you.