#forced drugging

[straplovinglesbiandegenerate]

Forcing her to drink until she’s a drunk pathetic mess and force myself on her, fooling around in her pants while she weakly tries to push me off and beg me to stop has to be one of my biggest fantasies.

[only-shadows-dwell-where-we-are]

No thoughts. Just Whumpee drifting in and out of consciousness, muttering nonsensical slurred protests, and weakly trying to pull st their restraints before their eyes roll back and they slip away into unconsciousness again.

[bigger-and-rounder]

Another feedist intox scenario I think about a lot is evil manipulative feeder who starts spiking all of their partner’s food and drinks. Just a little bit at first, such a small amount that they don’t even notice that they’re feeling different, more relaxed, more pliable. Not questioning the increased number of snacks in the house as they start to get hungrier and hungrier. Their partner quietly replacing their wardrobe as they go up a size, then two, then five. If they notice anything and ask their partner just gaslights them, assuring them that nothing is wrong and they should just relax and eat the huge meal they made for them so lovingly. Eyes half lidded and absentmindedly rubbing their growing gut as their muddled mind drifts on the edge of consciousness, slowly growing more used to this lifestyle until they’re spending nearly all their time on the couch, stuffing their face and getting higher and huger with each bite. Just giggling and accepting the way their partner plays with their new rolls, letting them pleasure both of them while they pant and stuff themselves fuller. Then, years and nearly 500 pounds later, their feeder finally lets them sober up long enough to realize what they’ve done to them. How huge they are. And, seeing no other option, mind destroyed from an endless stream of substances and sugar, they just ask for more.

[sleepy-lump-of-moss]

A trope I absolutely love: forcing Whumpee unconscious. There’s so many different ways you can go about it.

Whumpee receiving a blow to the head that knocks them out almost instantly. Their eyes roll back and their body goes limp as they crumple to the floor.

Whumper shoots Whumpee with a tranquilizer dart. Maybe it’s to knock them out in order to kidnap them, or maybe it’s in retaliation to an escaping Whumpee. A Whumpee who can see safety, it’s just barely out of their reach. When suddenly they feel a pinch in their back/shoulder/etc, and their body begins betraying them. Their legs stumble and buckle, safety still in sight as their eyes flutter close.

Whumpee is tied down as Whumper injects them with a sedative. Their eyes stare fearfully at the tube in their arm, watching as the liquid flows through. They struggle against their restraints, fighting against the drug with every fiber of their being. Whumper shushes them, telling them to rest.

Alternatively, the sedative is being injected by medical professionals, a last resort to help calm an uncooperative Whumpee who desperately needs medical attention but is too riled up to realize it.

Caretaker crushing and putting sleeping pills in Whumpee’s food/drink. They know Whumpee is gonna hate them for it, but they’re exhausted and have been refusing to sleep or rest. “It’s for their own good,” Caretaker tells themselves. They go through with it, and the guilt for breaking Whumpee’s trust eats at them.

[zz0mbi3b0y]

So when am I getting drugged at a bar, taken by a hot Tboy and used as much as he wants.

[babybriar]

daddy drugging me so im too sleepy to notice all the men touching me

[only-shadows-dwell-where-we-are]

Whumper pops a pill into Whumpees mouth, then clamps their hand down over Whumpees mouth and nose so that their air is cut off and they have no choice but to swallow. Then Whumper removes their hand. Then they pry Whumpee's mouth open, checking under Whumpee's tongue and in their cheeks just to make sure their pet hasn't managed to avoid being drugged up.