I constantly fantasize about going on an extreme bender. Just months of constant drinking and smoking and fucking and drinking and fucking and drinking and more smoking. The idea of sobering up looking down and seeing a swollen stomach gets me so wet.
Sounds like a great time, bonus points if the swollen stomach isnt because of the alcohol, but at some point you managed to get knocked up while you were living your best life. That "should" keep you sober for a few months until you start your next bender
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.
Hey friendly reminder: Donât Ruin your life for kink
Donât harm yourself for kink
Donât isolate yourself for kink
Donât put yourself into debt for kink
Donât put yourself in danger for kink
Alot of people talk a big game about these things, but please practice safe kink practices. Negotiate saftey, boundaries, establish consent. Practice aftercare and check in and make sure people you trust know where you are. Whether youâre dominant, submissive, or switch you deserve safe fun consensual kinks.
It can become dangerous for you and/or your partner(s) really quickly if you donât make the small effort to make it safe. Getting off is not worth it.
You help her up onto the barstool and watch as she shyly adjusts her dress back down her thighs. âIâm not sure what kind of beer they have here. What do you recommend?â she asks.
âI recommend their beer flight, thenâ you say. âThen you can taste a variety and see which you like the most.â
Youâve brought her to your favorite artisanal brewery where you happen to have a special arrangement with the bartender. You order the âspecialâflight of beer and he begins to pour generous amounts from a few of the taps into glasses.
Her eyes widen slightly as you push one of the full glasses into her hand. âThatâs quite a large taste,â she says, but you can see a glimmer of excitement in her eyes as she lifts the beer to her lips and takes a deep swallow.
âThatâs the amber,â you say. She licks her lips and then gulps the remaining beer down in one swallow.
âNow try the pale ale,â you say, pushing the next glass to her. âItâs best to drink them as deeply as possible to get the most flavor.â She smiles and drinks it down.
âThis next one is a kolch,â you say. âTell me what you think.â She sets down the empty glass next to the first and lets you hand her the fresh beer. You watch as she tips her head back to drink the beer in steady gulps. As she drinks, the bartender quickly and quietly adds three more full pints of beer to the flight.
She sets the empty glass next to the other and lets out a shy burp and hiccup. âExcuse me!â She says, covering her mouth. You glance down to see her belly has swollen from the beer and is pushing tighter against her dress.
âYou havenât tried the amber yet,â you say, moving the full glass to her hand. She is swaying a little as she takes it, her eyes hungry and slightly unfocused now.
âI think Iâll like the *hic* amber, lemme try thishâ she says, lifting the glass now with some effort to bring it to her lips. As she chugs it down, you watch her belly growing with every gulp, filling with beer until her dress is stretched so tight you can see the faint outline of her bellybutton through the fabric.
âHow does it compare to this one?â you ask, as soon as she finishes. âI canât wait to tashte it!âshe smiles sloppily at you. She is swaying on the barstool, her eyes almost spinning in her head as she lets out a loud hiccup. You have to wrap her fingers around the full glass and she obligingly drinks it all.
Her belly is filled as tight as a balloon, the fabric is beginning to rip as she swallows more beer down into her keg of a belly. She lets out a moan as the fabric finally rips and her belly is freed from its confines. It sloshes so hard she nearly tumbles forward from the weight of it. You catch her and hold her steady upright by her massive beer gut, rubbing her belly as she hiccups again. She moans in relief as you rub.
âI *hic* gotta try *hic* the next one and sheee if I *hic* like it,â she slurs. As she lifts the next beer to her mouth and chugs it down, you feel her belly filling even more, pinning your hands between her belly and thighs as you try to hold her up.
She finishes with a loud burp and hiccup. Her breasts are straining what little dress remains and with one loud hiccup they finally tumble free from her dress as well.
âWhich was your favorite?â you ask. She answers with a loud burp which she can no longer hide. You feel her belly slosh. Her cheeks are red and her smile sloppy as she hiccups and sloshes forward against your hands.
âI tginks *hic*â she slurs, âthat I need to tashte shom *hic* more!â
You eye the wall of taps. With another wink, the bartender closes down the bar and leaves you alone to continue samplingâŠ.
I don't want to do all the work to get drunk on my own, I need someone to tell me when to drink and what to drink, so that I can't even question if it's the right choice. Tell me when to take shots and hits, so that I don't even notice when I'm blacked out because you keep giving me booze. You care for me, so why should I stop drinking? You care for me, so why does it matter if I can't walk straight anymore? You care for me, so I can just let loose and wet my pants, it doesn't really matter anyways, here, have another shot. Until I'm so drunk I can't get up anymore and you can use my sloppy body however you want.
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.
havin a party wif daddy.. but he jus gets me more an more drunk till i cant thinkđ”âđ«,, feelin him grope me.. thn i wake up nakie an mi holes filledđŸ
wanna get him really drunk so he's all cute and giggly and looking at me with starry eyes because he loves me so much and then take him home and make him grind on my thigh while i spank him and tell him what a slut he is
i want alcohol. i want alcohol so bad. i want someone to get me so horribly drunk that i genuinely cannot speak anymore. i just want my brain to turn into mush and i want someone to take care of me the whole time
you invited me over to hang out and play games, and offer me a bit of your weed to smoke while you scroll through menus. i take a hit from your blunt and cough, its Way stronger than i anticipated. my throats a bit dry, so in between coughs i ask for some water. you turn to me, cup in hand. âdrink upâ
the drink burns as it goes down. i get a little lightheaded and sputter out a bit onto my shirt. âwhats wrong? did you choke?â
âno, why did you give me alchohol? i need water?
âthat is water.â
i do a double take at the clear liquid in the cup. it looks relatively normal, but im not easily fooled. âare you sure? it tasted weird.â
âmaybe you should have another sip to double check. are you feeling well?â
with seemingly no other option, i do just that. and a bigger gulp too, because i was feeling a big dehydrated. it still burned, but it felt like less of an issue. something that was just an inconvenience instead of a cause for concern.
âit still burned,,,but,,,â
âbut what? thats just normal water, you must have weird taste buds or something. take another hit, itll helpâ
you were⊠maybe not right.. but another hit couldnt hurtâŠ. could it?
i take another hit, and see you waiting in front of my face when i open my eyes again. âdid it taste good? you might need another hit, this is a really low-thc strain.â
âuhhh,,, uhhm,, okaay:)â you were sooo much smarter than me, i dont know why i ever doubted you in the first placeâŠ
another hit. another chug of water. repeat. repeat. this was a normal hangout sesh and yet im laying down with the room spinning while you hold the cup of water next to my head. âdrink up boy, you can take more than that, cant you?â
uhhhhhh,,, thcielingfan isnice,,,,,
âpoor baby boy cant think about anything, huh? maybe youve had enough,, you look so nice and fuzzy for me :) ill put on something for you to take a napâ
you push me to the side facing the tv, and put on a brainwashing loop. im too out of it to notice you sneaking behind me and wrapping your arms around me.
â,,,thaankyeewwâ before i let go completely and sink.
Words: 2.5k
Category: m/f
Summary: Caitlin agrees to participate in a study and winds up getting a lot more than she expected.
Kinks/warnings/what youâll find inside: intox, accidental intox, cnc, medical, scientific experiment, sex research, scientific researcher/research subject
Author's Note: None :)
Caitlin was always participating in various experiments at the local university-affiliated hospital for some extra cash, and today she was scheduled for one that paid particularly well - it should be, given that the experiment has something to do with masturbating inside an MRI machine.
Caitlin decides to take a quick shot of vodka before she heads out the door, just to steady her nerves. She knows they said not to take any mind-altering substances beforehand, but surely one little shot couldn't hurt.
She makes it to the bus stop just as the bus is pulling up and settles into her seat. She can feel her body relax as the vodka kicks in.
Soon enough, she arrives at her stop, and she heads to the entrance of the research wing, glad sheâd already been here to go through all the preliminary paperwork and sign all the consent forms, especially with the vodka making the world just a little fuzzy around the edges.
Caitlin signs in at the desk and is shown to a small changing room to store her things and change into a hospital gown (and only a hospital gown)âstandard procedure. After that, sheâs brought to meet the man in charge of the experiment.
Dr. Reed explains to Caitlin how it's going to work before producing a large bottle of clear liquid from his lab coat pocket.
"Now, I know we asked you to come here sober," he says, "but I know that what we're asking you to do is pretty nerve-wracking, to say the least. I thought that a shot of this might help. It's completely up to you, thoughâI'm not forcing you to do anything. I just thought this might make it a little easier."
Caitlin considers for a moment. Sure, sheâd had a shot before she left the house, but she is still feeling a bit nervous. What harm can a second one do?
"Sure," she says. Dr. Reed grins and pours her a shot.
"All right then!" he says after she knocks it back. "Let's go!"
He brings her into the room with the machine. A technician helps her settle onto the table and soon she finds herself entering the machine.
Caitlin is grateful for that second shot. It's cramped and tight in there, and at this angle, she can't see the entrance. If not for those two shots, sheâs pretty sure sheâd be panicking right about now.
Instead of panicking, she settles back and lets her hand drift down to her crotch. She gently runs her fingers up and down the inside of her thighs and then brushes them over her pussy. She shudders as she lets them find her clit and begin rub, letting her eyes slip shut to help her forget where she is and who's watching. The pleasure begins to build as she hits on just the right rhythm, and she reaches up with her free hand to tweak her nipple. That's enough to get her to the edge, and soon, she feels her orgasm wash over her.
The table begins to move again, and Dr. Reed is there to greet her as she emerges from the machine.
"Very good!" he says, and she can't help but blush at his praise. "Now, for the next round, we'd like you to pleasure yourself using this." He holds up a small silicon bullet vibrator. "It's all made of plastic, of course. Completely MRI safe."
But Caitlin hardly hears him. Next round? She thought there was only going to be one. No matter. It's not like she has anywhere else to be today, and she doesn't want to risk losing out on any of the promised paycheck.
Dr. Reed hands her a small bullet vibrator and indicates where the controls are. "I know this is a bit more to ask of you than before, so..." He produces the bottle again. "Like I said before, it's entirely up to you. But if you'd like another shot..."
Caitlin breathes a sigh of relief. Masturbating for an audience with her fingers was one thing, but with a toy? "Bottoms up!" she says.
Dr. Reed grins and pours her another shot, which she knocks back like a pro. Then he leaves and the technician reappears, and before she knows it, sheâs back in the machine.
She turns on the vibrator, taking a moment to explore its different settings with her fingers. Which also gives that last shot of vodka the chance to flow into her bloodstream, helping her body relax against the table and smooth away the last lingering anxieties she has about what sheâs doing. She returns the vibrator to its lowest setting and run it up and down her still-wet pussy. She feels her pussy start to drip before she settles the vibrator onto her clit, and wow, that feels good. She holds it there, riding the wave of pleasure, until that pleasure starts to recede. She turns the vibrator up a notch and moans as that pleasure returns even stronger. Caitlin takes a moment to enjoy the feeling before turning the vibrator up to its third and highest setting. Her vision blurs and her mouth hangs open as the sensation sends her into a vacant stupor, absolutely nothing left in her brain except for sweet, slick pleasure. And then she crests that wave and her pussy begins clenching around nothing as she finally cums.
Dr. Reed is there again when she comes out of the machine, flushed and breathless. The room spins around her as she sits up, but she manages to steady herself.
"Great job!" His words send pleasant tingles throughout her body. "Now, for this next round, we'd like you to use this." He pulls out a fairly lifelike dildo. "Now, I know this is a lot more intense, being so much more realistic. So..." He pulls out the bottle again.
"Sure!" Caitlin says before he can even ask the question, probably a little bit too enthusiastically. Dr. Reed laughs, and she laughs, too. He gives her the shot, she takes it, and the technician puts her back in the machine.
Caitlin realizes a little too late that she wasnât given any lube, but by now, her pussy is wet enough that sheâs pretty sure she doesnât need any. She reaches down with the dildo and rubs it up against her labia, spreading around the juices from her last two orgasms. She pushes it against her entrance, and her pussy begins to swallow it up eagerly. It isn't long before sheâs bottoming out, her eyes crossing in response to the dual-pronged pleasure from the dildo and the alcohol. She slowly starts to thrust the dildo in and out of her wet cunt, searching for her g-spot. She soon finds it, and she angles the dildo to make sure that she hits it with each thrust. The pleasure begins to grow and she picks up speed, moans slipping out of her mouth as she focuses on reaching orgasm, and soon, that orgasm is exploding deep inside her cunt as she clenches around the dildo, keeping her from pulling it out even if she wanted to. Finally, her orgasm subsides, and she slides the dildo out of her cunt with a wet "pop!"
"Very nice!" Dr. Reed says as she comes out of the machine and gingerly sits up. She grins widely, flushing deeply at the praise. The room seems to be swaying, or maybe that's her. "There's just one more round to go." He pulls out a rabbit vibrator in one hand and the bottle in the other. "Of course, if you'd like..."
Caitlin nods eagerly. By now, sheâs forgotten why sheâs been drinking in the first place, but sheâs not going to stop now. He pours her another shot, she knocks it back, and the next thing she knows, sheâs back in the machine, pumping the rabbit in and out of her pussy.
The machine seems to be somewhat spinnier this time. Caitlin finds herself vaguely hoping it's not broken. She focuses on the rabbit, the feeling of the rumbly vibrations in her pussy and the buzzy vibrations on her clit sending her tumbling into a euphoric haze. She closes her eyes against her doubled, blurred vision and her whole world narrows to her wet, sloppy cunt. Mewls of pleasure escape her lips every time those rabbit ears bump up against her clit. Even though sheâs already cum three times in the last, uh...however long it's been, her body becomes laser-focused on pleasure and pleasure alone. She begins to unconsciously rock her hips in time to meet her thrusts, and her hand once more finds her nipple so she can pinch and grope. Her moans grow louder as her thrusts become desperate. Finally, sheâs cumming, cumming, cumming, her hips bucking uncontrollably as her juices gust out of her cunt, leaving her legs trembling and her brain swamped with sticky, syrupy pleasure. Then sheâs emerging from the machine, chest flushed and heaving as she catches her breath.
"Excellent work today!" Dr. Reed says, and it takes her a second before she realizees that that means sheâs done. "Let me escort you back to the changing room."
Caitlin takes a moment to regain what remains of her bearings before rising very unsteadily to her feet. Dr. Reed catches her by the elbow and leads her down the hall and into the changing room. She giggles at the mental pictureâshe, drunk off her ass, pussy juices running down her legs; him, a respected scientist in charge of this entire experiment, having to help her drunk ass down the hall.
"That really was great work out there," he says while he helps you untie the gown. "You really did a great job. You didn't have any trouble cumming at all."
Her drunken brain stutters to a stop. "Cumming?" That wasn't a very science-y thing to call it.
"In fact, it was super hot watching you make herself cum each time," he continues. "It's hard to watch something like that without your dick getting hard, you know?"
Well, no, not really, seeing as she didn't have a dick. Caitlin giggles again. Where was he going with this?
He pulls the gown off of her, leaving her completely naked and exposed. Then he bends her over the bench, bracing her hands against the wall so she can hold herself up.
He disappears behind her. "I must say, I was pretty excited when I saw a pretty thing like you had signed up for the study." Caitlin hears the distinctive sound of a zipper. "I know you'd only signed up for the basic test, but it was easy enough to move your name onto the advanced list." Her head spins as she feels something warm and hard press up against her cunt. "Don't worry; you'll be very well compensated." He pushes himself inside her, and she can't help but moan in pleasure. Even after, what was it...three? four? five? rounds with herself, even with the help of some very nice toys, nothing quite compares to the feeling of a real dick. Her eyes roll back in her head as he bottoms out.
"You're going to have to keep quiet if you want to be able to keep going," he says, slowly thrusting his dick in and out of her wet, waiting pussy.
But sheâs too drunk to keep quiet. She moans again, and he places his hand over her mouth.
"There, now. Just keep quiet for me like a good little girl." Pleasure shoots straight to her pussy, and he laughs. "Don't think I didn't see the way you twitched when I told you you were doing well in there," he says, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. "It's so easy to push those buttons of yours, isn't it? Look at how good you're doing, taking my cock like it's nothing. Four orgasms in the last two hours and you're still so tight for me."
Caitlin moans against his hand.
"You know what else you had in the last two hours, pretty girl? Four shots of vodka. Four. And that's just while you were here. I have a feeling you may have been drinking a little bit before you got here..."
She tries to nod, though it's hard with his hand on her mouth and his dick in her cunt.
"I thought so," he said. "You always seemed to be just a little more out of it than you should have been whenever you came out of that machine. But fuck, even just those four shots in two hours. How could I not fuck you like this?"
She moans again, because he's right, how could he not? And sheâs so glad he is. He feels so good inside her.
"Of course, technically speaking, you shouldn't have had any booze at all in her system for those tests," he continues. "It messes both with the results and the ethics. But without that liquid courage, we'd probably still be stuck on the first round. And you're just so hot, all drunk and giggly and helpless like this." Soon, her pussy is clenching around his dick as she cums.
"Too bad we don't have a machine in here to capture this," he says. He slows down his thrusts and pulls his rock-hard dick out of her dripping pussy. Then he grabs onto her body with both hands, the thumbs brushing up against her tits, and pulls her away from the wall, flipping her over and lowering her onto the bench. He pushes her legs up to expose her snatch and continues fucking her, using his newfound access to her tits to grope and tease. That coupled with the more direct stimulation to her clit that this position provides soon sends her tumbling over the edge into another orgasm, and this time, she takes him with her, and he shoots his load straight into her wanting pussy.
"It's a good thing you're on birth control, huh?" he says after he catches his breath. It takes Caitlinâs vodka-soaked brain quite a while to remember that that had been one of the questions sheâd had to answer in the mountain of pre-experiment paperwork. He helps her up and grabs a few tissues to clean up the cum dribbling down her thighs. Then he helps you get dressed in the outfit sheâd arrived in. He makes sure she has everything she came with and then gives her one last kiss before escorting her from the changing room. He calls her an Uber and makes sure to help her safely inside before he disappears back into the building, promising that sheâll soon get a call to schedule next week's session.
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