Nervous

Nervous

A little fantasy I sometimes think about is having an online contact whom encourage my drinking and make sure I follow daily habits to isolate myself ever more, with only her and alcohol as company. Over time she belittles me and plays on my insecurities and anxieties, and I become more and more dependent on her for validation and everyday support. And then at some time, she agrees to meet up, actually see me IRL. I show up absolutely plastered, because I’m so nervous that she won’t like me, and my confidence is absolutely broken by my alcoholism, insecurities, and her manipulation. I am so ashamed about what a mess I am. But she just laugh at me, and are very understanding and ensures me that she knows I cannot function around people without being drunk. Finally she handle me a bottle she brought, and tells me to drink, still around other people.

Bonnie knew she didn’t have the tits and looks to compete with Sofie. For the longest of times, it had made her shy and timid. But once she had been introduced to alcohol, she had found liquid courage. And the guys seemed to like her more the more she drank. At times Bonnie felt conscious that Sofie and whatever guys were around actually mocked her and laughed at her whenever she was too drunk to understand. But then Sofie of some guy handed her another drink and told her that she would be fucked if she just emptied it too, and any hesitation was lost. Bonnie lifted her mug and toasted, she felt like taking off her clothes to show the whole fuzzy swaying world how easy and horny she was. Sofie smiled at her and said: “drink up Dumdum, they guys don’t like it when you are sober enough to speak at lunch”.

It´s unfortunate you only have one breakfast per day.

Can we both be you in this relationship? Take turns experiment with the other?

i wanna be someone's entertainment.

make experiments with my tolerance!! fill me up with only whiskey for a whole day and watch me stumble, puke and beg because it's too much alcohol, force me to cum while i dry heave. then the next day do the same but adding edibles, and fuck me while i wail and sob and shake and hallucinate because I can't even tell what's real from what's fake anymore, my body is so overflowed with substances I'm barely aware of the cock making me squirt and pee myself.

force me to try bongs! give me sedatives! force me to mix my antidepressants with beer!

just keep me a drooling mess laying around in your bedroom, ready to fuck and naked at all time.

I’m really not a weak skinny boy, but I do love the idea of a Mommy that either starved me, or fed me.  All the while made sure I didn’t get any exercise, and had me chain smoking and drinking daily. Making sure I got in terrible shape, while she was working out and ate well and got ever stronger and healthier. And she would use that advantage to push me around, humiliate me, hurt me, and I could do nothing but take it, and be grateful for however she wanted to break me next.

Love this.

Ever since I started reading your blog I can’t stop passively fattening my partner. I don’t force food on them or anything, but the more snacks and sugary drinks I bring home, the more they’ll eat. They will complain about weight gain and then 5 minutes later inhale 2,000 calories worth of fast food slop like it’s nothing. I have started to add heavy cream and butter to some dishes I cook…but they just say my food is getting better and better. Today they said they were “spilling out of their clothes” 🥵 and I’ve never been more glad I don’t have a dick to show how turned on I was. I just keep rubbing their belly and flabby arms and telling them how much I love their body. They aren’t FAT fat yet, but there is literally 0 muscle on their entire body.

They’ve gained at least 10lbs in the last month with no purposeful gaining. Just wanted to share and thank you for the inspiration of slowly blowing up their waistline.

How profoundly hot this is. Reminds me of when my husband first started noticeably getting bigger! I hope they keep gaining weight and remain blissfully ambivalent about the situation so you can continue to plump them up to gigantic proportions. Keep that good cooking coming and that belly will keep creeping closer to the end of their lap!