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hedonists-den · 2 years

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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.

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darkfuckademia · 5 months

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Date Night With A Mothman

I tipped my head back and licked up the last drops. When I finished, Mothman was watching me closely, antennae fluttering curiously. I hummed the song to myself again as the sticky sweet taste coated my tongue once last time, “My pussy tastes like cherry cola…”

Mothman’s red eyes shone a light on my legs, then on the empty can in my hand, then back between my legs. He wasn’t moving all that quickly but my brain was starting to go so slow that I seemed to blink and he had leaned forward and buried his face between my thighs. Something long and thinner than a human tongue touched the white damp gusset of my panties. I was too relaxed from weed and stargazing to really do anything. I just stared down at him between my legs, trying to figure out what was going on and how I was supposed to react. Did that even just happen?

Mothman lifted his strangely shaped head and looked at the Coke can again while his antennae fluttered around his mouth, seeming to gather the taste of me on his face. Why would he do that? What was-

“Oh my god, can you understand me?” I asked with a slight slur.

He assessed the can, picking up a stray drop on the rim with a froglike flick of his very very long tongue, and then leaned back over to investigate between my legs. This time, I felt the brush of one velvety-furred finger peel my panties away and his tongue make contact with my pussy. I gasped at the still unexpected intrusion and the very inhuman texture between my legs. It almost felt more like a silicone toy, only way more flexible.

“My pussy doesn’t actually taste like Coke, sorry.”

He maybe wasn’t listening or maybe I was mumbling too much for him to understand. His tongue investigated me all over, first on the outside, playing with my clit curiously when I moaned, then dipping inside to see how deep it could get. Very, very deep, as it turned out.

“But you could keep doing that if, ummm, if you want to.”

He apparently did want to.

The familiar dizzy, sticky pleasure of being touched while obliteratingly high curled out from my clit and blanketed my body, the effect so much stronger when it wasn’t my own hand. I was heavy, so heavy, my legs falling open to make all the room for him he needed. I held onto the blanket for balance as I tried to lift my head to make sure this was really happening. And sure enough, it was. There was really a something between my legs. A something with tickly antennae and long elegant wings that very politely kept my feet warm.

I was being taken advantage of by Mothman. And he was fucking good at it.

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prettyboyredacted · 10 months

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i’m. so high n so sleepy… i’m gonna cockwarm sumn while i take a nap

#og mick.txt #nsft #cockwarming.#intox.#somno.#ftm nsft

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noneuclitean · 5 months

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just want to let you all know im high as fuck lying on the ground fucking my bedframe

#i dont even remember what tags i use #free use.#cnc.#objectification.#intox.#nsft.#objectum

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x-raykinks · 3 months

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Just take one more hit. It won't make you more pliable for my bidding. It won't make you so numb and stupid you'll have to follow my every whim. Just keep hitting this joint. I'll light another when we're done.

Bonus look at my favorite lighter

#im also debating showing my full face sometime soon #but we'll see how that goes #al #intox.#intox play #dumbification #smoking #ftm dom

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butch-corvid · 4 months

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dumb little cockshy bitch, she whispered in my ear while she humped my tits. we had both smoked earlier, and she kissed me in a rush of euphoria. it’s just what dykes do. we can just make out a little bit. I’m a woman, aren’t I? you don’t have to touch it. but as we got closer, her kisses hungrier, her hands reaching under my shirt to twist my nipples, I found our bodies were pressed together. I could feel her cock, hard and insistent against my thigh. when I tried to pull away (“no, stop, you promised, I don’t like dick, I’m a lesbian”), she just said me too and pushed me on my back. i couldn’t stop her from grinding against me, essentially trying to fuck me through my boxers. when had she pulled her cock out? I couldn’t even resist, she was smothering me, holding me down, grinding that thing against my cunt. which was, to my horror, starting to soak my boxers.

I can feel how wet you are, slut. you really wanna try telling me you’re cock repulsed again?

my whimper was cut off when she forced two of her long fingers into my mouth. you know what I think? she thrust them deeper. I think you’re just shy. cockshy, you know? you need a little bit of…correcting. she pulled my boxers down. I jumped, enough to almost throw her off me. she laughed. lighten up, sweet thing. did you think I was going to rape you? I froze under her, heart pounding while she rubbed the tip of her cock against mine. against my will, my cock twitched. oh my god, you like that don’t you? you want me to rape you? is that it? is that why you keep making a fuss about my dick? god, all you dykes are the same.

“please don’t. please don’t fuck me. not inside please.” maybe it was just the drugs, but I was starting to tear up in shame at my arousal. her cock was so much bigger than mine, so much harder and thicker and needier, throbbing against my cunt. when she moved away, my wetness left a string of moisture between us.

to my surprise, she nodded, only to move up to straddle my chest. with one hand, she grabbed my tits like they were her personal property. with the other, she slapped her cock against my face. when I spluttered in shock, she rubbed the head against my parted lips, even as they twisted in revulsion. her pre stayed on my mouth, and I instinctively licked it up. do I taste like a woman? I nodded and she smiled. good boy. here’s what’s going to happen. I won’t fuck you yet. I won’t put my cock inside you until you beg for it on camera. we’re just gonna stay right here while I jerk off. consider it training. or exposure therapy. go on, spit on it. unless you want me to get the lube from somewhere else. her fingers rubbed my clit, slowly. a threat. I spat, and she took her time slicking her cock, no more than an inch from my lips, before wiping her hand clean on my face.

she moved her hands to my tits, pressing them together so she could slide her cock between them. i tried to dissociate, to block out the sensation, but every time my nipples were touched a jolt of sensation placed me back in my body. I didn’t even notice I was leaning down, lips parted, quietly pleading for more. with a laugh, she grabbed my hair, holding my head still while she rubbed her dick all over my face. I felt disgusting. my cunt ached. she slapped my face again. tongue out, dyke. her cock felt so warm, the leaking tip pressed against my tongue. you don’t deserve to suck it yet, bitch. so just hold still and let me use you. she jerked off on my tongue while drool pooled in my mouth and dripped down my face, smearing my tits with saliva. occasionally, she would hump my tits more, or reach behind her to feel my soaked cunt.

I felt drunk, delirious, craving nothing more than her cock in my mouth. she let me swirl my tongue around the tip, explore just a little bit while she jerked off into my mouth. and then, with a smug smile, she yanked me back by the hair, just to hear my desperate whine. see? just a bit shy. I did a good job of breaking you in, I think. agree with me. and get ready for your reward

“yes yes yes please yes” I murmured, trying to get closer with my tongue stuck out. I couldn’t even be ashamed of how I looked. she held me firm, pumping her cock faster.

some lesbians struggle with this part, but you’ve been learning quickly. soon I’ll be able to show you what real lesbian sex looks like. poor thing, only fooling around with cuntgirls. barely even women, you know? because they can’t. do. this.” with a groan, she came on my tongue, on my face, on my tits. and finally, finally, she shoved her cock into my mouth and rode out the last of her orgasm by grabbing my head and using my throat like a fleshlight. when she was done, she got dressed.

“my turn?” I cocked my head, spreading my legs to reveal my puffy wet cunt. i couldn’t remember the last time I was so desperate. she giggled.

oh you’re cute. try asking me that again after you’ve had a real woman’s cock in you.

#mine.#cnc.#edge.#identity.#diary.#transfem supremacy.#intox.#dyke.

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