I was waaaaay too into my games on the computer to get up to go potty in time >\< I was barely able to stand up fast enough to keep my chair from getting wet….0//////0

puppy whose totally for sure potty trained but wears pullups anyway "just in case" and lets out little leaks to put off having to use the bathroom and gets more and more squirmy til they're flooding their pullup and pants from being too full making a big puddle even though they said they could hold it 🥴

Blood alcohol check but they do it late at night on all big streets and if you are sober they turn you around and tell you you can't walk around in the city unless you are at least a little bit drunk!

For pedestrian zones only of course.

mmmm the point of drinking where your throat burns and you're seeing double, you can't walk straight. You are desperately clinging to every last shred of self control -- but you're failing -- you know you're failing. And you want to fail. You want me to take every last bit of control away from you. It's the reason why you started sipping that next drink without asking how strong it is, or what's inside it. It's the reason why even over your limit you keep taking sips for me. You want to be good, you need to be good, and you need to be the one who fulfills all my deepest kinks and interests. No one else can. No one else is as good as you.

Gf Fantasy PART 1 : Can’t wait to come home from work, my gf txted me a few hours ago saying we only had 1 bottle of wine left… knowing her, that means we had 3 and she was starting either the second or the third. I stopped by the liquor store on my way home and picked up a case of wine, a bottle of crown, whiskey, and a handle of vodka. She’s been trying to hide it but she has been drinking more and more recently. Outside of the fact that I buy all the booze, it’s hard for her to hide her little belly growing. She used to have a super fit figure, but now her belly is always tight and round like she’s several months pregnant.

I walk in the house and immediately see her at the end of the hallway with a bottle of wine in one hand and her other stretched out touching the wall. Her belly has grown in size so much that her tank top completely rolled up her belly and is tightly pressed under her boobs. She wobbles back and forth pivoting on her hand against the wall. HIC* urp* she can’t hide it now, she’s is totally hammered. But I’ll never let her know that. “Hi hOnEY HiiiC!*” she tries to walk towards me but stumbles a few steps back first. She reaches me, or should I say her belly reaches me… “wow baby your belly, I’ve never seen it this big. Have you been drinking?” I asked. “I mAY haVE hAd a bOTTLe or TwO Hic* hic*” she says as her eyes half open try to look at me. “Okay baby, well honestly you seem pretty sober don’t you think?” “OhhH Hic* ooh yesh” Urp* “s-sHooRY” “I CouLD D-dRiNK AnOtHER 10! BOttLes and” I notice she’s drunkenly trying to count how much booze I brought home without me noticing. “A-and HiiC* a HaNdlE of Hiiiic*URP* VodKA!” Her belly jumps and sloshes with every hiccup… I gotta find out how much this good girl can hold in there.

saying, "uh oh.... accident...." might just be top 10 cutest and hottest things ever god i just wanna be a little bunny girl that's overly confident in her potty training and gets really upset every time she wets herself

hi everyone look at my socks

Actual alcoholic parents are a horrifying thing for a person to deal with, but for some reason the fantasy of a hot alcoholic MILF accidentally grooming her children to be incestuous alcoholics is like. Soooo fucking hot. Thank god fantasy is not reality and I’m allowed to have problematic fantasies but by god they confuse me sometimes.

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you were wasted, knocking back drink after drink, when it happened

some random started grinding on you, so you ground back, pushing your ass into his bulge as you rocked together.

and then, you feel his tip slide inside you, realizing you only wore this short cocktail dress, no panties and nothing to stop your tits from popping out of the top, his hands pushing them out so he can grope them as he shoves his cock in your open hole.

you're drunk, so drunk, and it feels... good? so you let him fuck you right there, and when he finishes inside you and pulls out you just knock back another with his spend dripping down your legs.

and then in the coming days and weeks your stomach swells, and at first you don't even notice, probably a beer gut, but no.

it gets firmer and firmer and rounder and rounder, but you spend so much of your time high and drunk off your ass you barely care.

you still take cock in tight dresses at the club, you still drink yourself blind and smoke near contantly, only now you absentmindedly rub your swollen pregnant gut while you do it.

I think this might be a weird opinion to have in the intox community but:

I feel like people who say “get girls drunk and fuck them” are focusing on the wrong part too much and are generally giving unsafe vibes.

Like maybe I’m being weird but the word choice there in regards to strangers feels weird

I actually agree with this. I mean, I don’t wanna yuck anybody’s yum, but ‘get girls drunk and fuck them’ doesn’t read true to my feelings around the kink, and I don’t enjoy interacting with people who describe it this way.

There’s lots of ways to go about the kink, but rather than boiling down to that phrase, I internally boil it down to “encourage others and myself to give into all kinds of temptation, preferably in excess”

I don’t want someone to get me drunk and fuck me, that just sounds like assault (which is not my thing, no hate to the cnc intox peeps). I want to be enabled and encouraged to give into my societally unacceptable urges and I want to do the same for others. It’s about the hedonism, in sex and in substance.

And I mean do want to fuck about it but I don’t want to BE fucked about it. Those are two different things.

Yeah exactly! And I was thinking even within the intox cnc aspect that it’s different on a scene by scene basis. But when I see posts acting like this in regards to strangers, or an anonymous “girls”, I assume that’s how they viewthis scene in the lens of “getting a girl drunk cause she’s an easy lay now” which just makes my skin crawl if I don’t know you

And intox is one of those kinks where “safe sane consensual” is even MORE apparent due to the nature of it

Yes!! It’s definitely the lens they view it with, it makes it seem leering in a deeply objectifying and unpleasant way that feels like a step on a path to sexual violence. I block a lot of people for approaching me just as a random woman they can encourage to get drunk who will then output sexual content for them. They clearly don’t care about me as a participant in a kink, they’re here to creep and they think they can use the kink to enable that.

Intox scenes have to be soooo well negotiated and I need to trust and like and want to play with anyone I’m going to play with.

Yup! If your sole enjoyment would be in getting me drunk and fucking me, that tells me you have completely taken me and my enjoyment out of the equation. Like for me it's more about the journey than the destination lol. I don't just want to "get drunk and be fucked " I want to stumble around and hiccup and slur and maybe sloppily make out a little. I want to be encouraged and teased. And if that ends in sloppy drunk sex, great! If it doesn't, still great! And I feel the same way about being the encourager. I would get so much enjoyment out of just hanging out with someone and encouraging them to drink more and more while watching them get progressively more wasted, even if absolutely nothing sexual happened.

A very quick blurb based a lil on @elliebunnyyyyy 's current state;P enjoy

*glorp*

"HicC! Ugh..."

One bottle of white, and now nearly half a bottle of red bloats out your already pudgy gut. One drink with dinner turned into a few drinks for dessert which turned into a full on booze fest.

Ohh you feel the alcohol pulsing through your veins. Everything is fuzzy and soft and fun. You grab the bottle by the neck and manage to get it to your mouth with only a little spilling on your face and chest.

Chug, chug, chug.

You gulp back mouthfuls like a man rescued from the desert, going until it feels like your lungs may collapse. You break from the bottle gasping, but you definitely dump about a quarter cup all over your shirt when you pull away, too stupid to think about turning the bottle upright.

"Fuqq"

Another shirt lost to red wine. How many is that now? Oh well, better throw it in the wash. That's the goal, but suddenly the shirt has become an inescapable trap. How did it get so twisted around your arms? All of the jostling and shaking works up several more burps as you struggle, your last wine chug starting to weigh heavily on your already inebriated state.

Magically, you escape your fabric prison. You did not move fast enough to stop the red from seeping through to your bra, but you're not going through the struggle of escaping that now.

More warmth spreads through your veins and a dumb smile builds under your dull eyes. You feel soooo good. Just gotta...keep drinking.

You put one hand across your belly, which is now a big sloshy dome. You're so full. You're so drunk.

You have room for the rest of the wine.

You just have to keep drinking.