Alcohol Intox - Tumblr Posts

even if I don't get drunk from it drinking rum makes me immediately want to fuck. need an icky tgirl to give me drink after drink and do me until I'm a twitching mess covered and full of her cum, drunk and blissed out so hard I barely know who I am anymore

“Look at her go!” Exclaimed Ron. He was riding shotgun and stared fascinated at Lucy, my wife. I chuckled.

“Yeah, she’s an animal these days. She has responded so well to the alcohol conditioning I done to her, and all the triggers to drink she has these days are rendering her complete helpless. It’s a lot of fun. She will do absolutely anything you want her to, as long as you either offer her alcohol, or threaten to take away her access to alcohol. It is also fun to hear her try to offer to do outlandish things if I just help her to another bottle when she’s too drunk to crawl.”

Ron looked hungry and suddenly mean. “You let me do that to her?”

Now, I laughed. “Yes of course, why do you think I made her like this if I didn’t plan to share her with friends?Now, be mean to her, I know you like that.”

Ron thought a few seconds, then he shouted to Lucy: “Hey, bitch! Stop drinking. You are a drunk fucking whore so do what I say, or I take your booze.”

Lucy froze. She lowered the bottle from her lips and looked scared. “Please, please… don’t take it. I be good.” Her voice was hoarse and faded. But she needed so much before she couldn’t talk these days, so she didn’t sound as drunk as I knew she was.

“I want you to show me your cunt and shove that juice bottle in. When if stretches you bad in front of me, I want you to drink until you can’t get more down.”

Lucy did not hesitate to follow the instructions.

Keep chugging bb

Alcohol

I just had a beer. The first alcohol I've consumed in a long long time.

The Game Night

I didn’t contemplate it too long. Two shots would give me a good boost. I quickly poured them from the surprisingly good moonshine I used to stock up on. It burned when I drank them. But I instantly rekaxed. A six pack of middle strength beer didn’t really do it for me anymore. And a six pack was what we always had for a hockey game. So I took a gum, my six pack and headed of to Johan’s, for some hockey. “- Hey man, I only got strong beer and need to get up early tomorrow. Want to switch? I know you only work afternoons now…” Yes. Oh, how I wanted to switch. “But a whiskey is always needed, ain’t hockey without.” He poured us both a generous serving. It was a good time. I felt warm and the sensation of a little buzz coming on. Around when my second strong beer was done, Johan said: “But you’re slow on the whiskey today. Something’s wrong?” Was I? I hadn’t really paid attention and thought I’d been sipping happily, but look at that. His glass was empty, and mine was almost full! “-Wops! Haha! Better recthify thath!” I drained the whole glass. Pizza was delivered by the end of the first period. I was halfway through my third beer, and had accepted a “small” refill of whiskey. I hadn’t looked so small, but that just felt like I cheated my friend and he poured more than he planned. It felt great!

After devouvering my pizza, Johan offered me half of his. “You look positively ravenous today. I’m quite satisfied as is.” I had the pizza, but afterwards, I was positively done. I felt so heavy and warm - and it was so warm inside! “I donn tchinkk I can haf anothe’ beer now, I’m scho full” I managed when Johan offered me one. “No worries man, a cold GT will perhaps do the trick?” Before I knew it, I had an ice cold GT and a shot glass in front me. I downed the shot reflexively. I was sweating profoundly. “Fuuuck I’m scho warm!” I complained. “Let go of that shirt and open a button on your pants. That’s not a problem, and the pants actually look really tight.” I did as suggested. It was so good to allow my growing body to breath better. My vision swam a bit, and everything was a bit fuzzy. As my empty GT was cleared away and a new beer was put in my hand I felt like a king. I was fucking good at this! I was quite drunk, and I was supposedly only drinking mid strength beer! That’s when Johan’s wife Sandra, and her smoking hot friend Elina arrived. Johan and Sandra greeted and I got clumsily to my feet: “Hey girlsch! Chheeeerch!” I exclaimed happily. The looked smiling at me as I drank. Standing up had made my room spin like crazy, and made me feel how badly I needed to pee. I stand there, swaying, keeping hold on the resting chair I had been sitting in for balance. Than I exclaimed to no one in particular “Needa pee!” and slowly headed for the toilet, using the walls as little for support as I could manage. When I passed the kitchen Sandra caught my arm. “Hey honey! Having a good day? Hey, listen to me, I know how much you enjoy getting drunk, but that Johan is a childhood friend and you don’t want him to know, and that you’re horny for Elina… hush, I know you are. But I don’t care and I just want you to have a good time. She grabbed a bottle of vodka from the kitchen counter and poured into a mug. “Here. Drink. I know you want to. Just let me take a picture of you, you look so cute with your belly hanging out, red faced and mug ready. She took up her phone and pointed it to me. “Now drink, all of it. In filming.” I drank, it was more than I had anticipated, and spluttered and coughed before I was done. When I lowered the mug I realised to my surprise that my other hand was massaging my dick through my underwear. I quickly pulled my hand away. Almost losing my balance in the process. “Easy now big boy! That was nice, right?” Sandra was steadying me and was slowly tracing circles on my belly. “Now off to the toilet, before you pee yourself!” I laughed too hard to that, but realised I didn’t care. When I returned, a bowl of crisps and another beer was put in my lap. During the next hour or so this cycle was repeated. I drank my beer and what else was served me, I staggered to the bathroom. Once Elina helped me. I hoped she didn’t notice I had been drinking. Every time Sandra offered me vodka. At some point I lost my pants, and then my underwear.

“Woho! We won! Great game, right?!” Johan’s exclamation made me come to. I was disoriented, and didn’t know how long I’d been out. They all pointed their at me, and all three looking happy and hyped. I played it cool “Ya woo isch haepy go beer scho goo’ whishckey im schzruunk hahaha.” My witty remark was somewhat diminished when I realised I was slowly stroking my shrunken cock in front of the others. I gracefully let go.

“You look tired, Elina drives you home.” They helped me get dressed, and then the girls led me out to the car. Sandra slapped my bum hard so I almost fell over. “What a drunken fatso.” she purred, then they sat me down in the car. It wasn’t easy, but Elina managed to get me up the stairs to my apartment without help. There she undressed me and tucked me in. “Wait here.” she cooed. As if I could do anything else. Shortly she returned with one of my bottles of moonshine. “So, I will support your progressing alcoholism, and you will support me. First by paying for the new tits I want. You’d want to see that, right? I know how you’re ogling me all the time, like a pathetic perv. We will settle that tomorrow, as I’m afraid you soon won’t be able to take out more loans on your apartment. Drink.” She put the bottle to my mouth, and I drank. “Are we in agreement?” I could feel her soft hand squeezing my limp shrunken dicklet under the blanket. It was heaven. I nodded clumsily. “Good, I’ll be here tomorrow after you had your breakfast.” She waved the bottle in front of me, then put it on my nightstand. “Sandra will come along. She gets turned on by watching you drink yourself into an ever worse stupor. Power to her. And Johan invites you to game night again this Saturday. I’m not sure what his end game is, but he seems to take great pride in destroying your life. Sleep tight, little angle.”

Daddy let me celebrate my 18th birthday with a pool party. We invited all my girl best friends and he bought us all alcohol.

When we started getting really drunk and making out, I thought he was going to get angry. But he just pushed us to drink more and even convinced us to get rid of our tops and lick vodka off each other.

Me and my friends don’t really remember the rest but daddy says he has a lot of videos of that night

His daughter and her bestie went to a high school party together and got so drunk that he had to pick them up. He even called the girl’s father to tell him that’s he’s got her and she’s safe now.

Too bad the young girl passed out the minute he put her in the spare bed…

I’ve been thinking about getting a boy so drunk he’ll lose his shit and use me anyway he wants. I’ll beg him to stop but he’ll just say it’s all my fault. I’ve forced him to do this to me.

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