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enchantingforestfeeder · 2 days

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The Obession: Part 1

CW: feedism, kidnapping, force fem, corruption, force feeding, weight gain, intox, masochism, sadism, assualt? probably more idk. Not for the faint of heart

Ever since I saw you in the restaurant that fateful night I knew I was obsessed with you. I saw you order an appetizer, a big juicy burger and a dessert all for yourself. It was a lot for you, and by the end of the meal you unbutton your pants and cover that with your hoodie. You thought nobody noticed but I did. Even though you were full, I could see you trying to choke down a couple more bites of your dessert.

I had to know more about you. Even though I wasn’t done with my food, I took my check so I could wait for you in the parking lot. It was easy to follow you home without being noticed. Even if I lost you, the bumper stickers on your car made you easy to find again. Eventually, I saw the lights go out in your window. I waited an hour to make sure that you were asleep before I made my move.

I had a whole plan: I was going to plant a track device on your car, search the exterior for potential openings, see what type of locks you use so I can pick them, and maybe catch a glimpse of you sleeping before I left. But you had different plans for me.

You left your front door unlocked.

I guess this was my chance. There was a pause after I opened the door to wait for an alarm to sound. Your house was messy, which made it difficult to sneak around without knocking stuff over but I was able to make my way to the room in the house that I saw had the light on earlier. The door creaks as I slowly open the door.

“Wait…is someone there?” I hear you say from your room. Shit, you were still awake. Do I make a run for it and potentially miss my chance? No, there’s no way I’d be able to do this again. It had to be now.

I opened the door and turned on the light, but I wasn’t expecting what I saw. You were naked on your bed with a half empty gallon of ice cream under one arm and your other arm was stroking your fat cock. The room reeked of weed, which probably came from the bong on the nightstand. There was ice cream all over you chin and belly from you making a mess then rubbing your stuffed gut. It took a second before your hazy mind processed what was happening, but after a few moments, the fear set in over your face.

I knew you were perfect. I knew I was right about you. I pounced on you, putting you into a sleeper hold so I could knock you out since there wasn’t time to prepare chemicals to incapacitate you. I’m not sure you fully understood what I was doing to you as your consciousness slipped, but all you knew was you were in danger.

You wake up in a dark room, still completely naked and sore all over. Your arms are bound above your head with a soft cloth. It seems like you’re sitting on a sofa of some kind with your legs spread and bound to the floor, exposing your crotch.

Click

The lights flicker on followed by the sound of footsteps walking down stairs.

“Hey, how are you feeling?”

“Who are you!? What do you want from me? Why did you take me?”

“Well, who I am isn’t important. All you need to know is that I’m here to take of you. What I want is to help you. And why you? I think you may be the only person that could handle what I’m about to do to you.” I walk into your field of view for the first time. You can see that I’m holding several bags of fast food.

You gulp, “What are you going to do to me?” I take a burger out of the bag and put it in your face.

“I’m here to help you. Now eat. I’ve seen you eat, you love to stuff yourself past your limits. Now eat you fat fucking pig.”

“No you sicko, I’m not going along with this!” you try to headbutt me but your bindings hold you back. You squirm trying desperately to escape. “HELP!! SOMEBODY HELP MEEE!!!” I grab you by the throat and slam you back into the couch to keep you from screaming.

“Things will be easier if you’re a good girl. If you’re a bad girl, there will be consequences.”

“But I’m a guy…” you manage to squeak out.

“Not for long.” I tell you and release my grip around your throat. You bend over coughing trying to catch your breath. I walk away and come back carrying a tube with a funnel and a tub of some mysterious white liquid.

“This is what happens when you disobey.” I say, as I grab your face and force your mouth open with my fingers. Then I stick the tube down your throat so that it goes straight to your stomach. I pour the liquid down the funnel and you can feel your stomach slowly start to expand.

“This mix is good for you. It’s a combination of heavy cream, cannabutter, estrogen, some flavored syrups, and a little bit of my cum. This is going to make that belly of yours nice and fat.” Tears start running down your face as your belly grows so round and tight that it’s painful. I wipe the tears from your face and use the tears as lube to start rubbing your cock. I gently kiss your bloated belly and start to feel your cock getting hard. I set down the funnel but leave the tube dangling from your throat.

I kiss your hard cock, first at the tip, then I lick up and down before swallowing you whole. You’re still crying, but I can feel how hard your cock is throbbing. You try to moan but it’s muffled by the tube in your mouth. It doesn’t take long for you to cum. I take the tube out from your throat, and as you're gasping for air, I kiss you with my tongue so I can spit your cum into your mouth.

I shove my face in your armpit and sniff. “You have a certain scent when you’re afraid. It’s intoxicating,” a say before giving your armpit a lick and quietly moan in your ear. “As much as I hate to have that smell leave, one day you’ll trust me. I’m going to turn you into my obese little girlfriend. I know I’m being harsh right now, but I know you’re a good girl and you’ll do just fine.”

“But I’m not a …” I slap you across the face.

“Yes you are. You are now.” I stand up. “I’m going upstairs for a minute, I’ll be back in about 30 minutes when the drugs kick in so we can start again.”

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sloppysequinz · 1 day

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Not the Step-Alcoholic, but the Alcoholic who Stepped Up - Part 1

Notice: This one includes some kinks I don't normally write, so be warned. Also, it's really long and only the first of at least two parts. I'm writing this for ME.

Normally I try to write write gender neutral leads but this one is explicitly a cis woman, just so you know.

cw: fauxcest, alcoholism, piss

You and your dad had never been close. He was always kind of a distant asshole, and when your parents got divorced shortly after you left for college it was more of a relief than anything.

You would never begrudge your beloved mother's choice to leave on a world tour after that. You talked on the phone for a couple of hours before she left. She'd spent 20 years feeling pinned down and trapped, and she was making up for lost time.

You absolutely DID begrudge your father's decision to begin dating immediately after the papers were finalized. In fact, you weren't sure he waited. The girlfriend who started popping up in his facebook posts seemed way too close to him to have only been seeing each other a few weeks. This hunch of yours was backed up when your father married her before your second semester was up.

You didn't hate Angelina, or Lina as she insisted everyone call her. You hated the idea of her. Your father had managed to land a bubbly, busty younger woman, making himself a mid-life crisis stereotype. And she was appallingly young: not quite your age, but 20 years younger than your mother, so only 10 years older than you. And she was always, always drunk.

Not in a way that was extremely obvious, usually. She wasn't a stumbling, drooling, wreck. But you could tell. You could smell the booze every time she threw her arms around you. Whenever you had to spend time with her, she would gradually get louder and more flushed no matter what you were doing--she had a water bottle she liked to carry that you suspected did not contain water. But every so often, she would go overboard in a truly spectacular way. At Lina and your father's wedding, there had been an open bar at the reception. They didn't check IDs, so you had made generous use of it, but you had nothing on Lina.

For one thing, she wasn't sober when the reception started. Her extravagant bridal suite provided champagne, and she'd had a glass in hand the whole four hours she and her bridesmaids (including you) got ready. By the time the ceremony started, she was flushed and giggling, but that was easily passed off as bridal joy. Her water bottle had appeared during the photos. By the time you walked into the reception dinner, you could tell she was only walking straight by leaning against your father, who hardly looked upset to have a sloshed woman in a low cut white dress pressing her tits into his arm.

Then things really started. Celebratory champagne toasts to begin, then wine with dinner, then the dancing started and the bar opened. You managed to fade into the background with a gin and tonic in hand and enjoy getting tipsy by yourself in the corner while the adults lost control, stealing back into the crowd only when you needed a refill. Lina's friends ordered round after round of celebratory shots. Lina, slurring and leaning over the bar so far her tits practically fell out of her dress, had asked the bartender to make her a long island iced tea. She had been so impressed with the result that she ordered three more in quick succession, yelling her order louder each time. After the second one, she was grinding on your father on the dance floor like a slut. She missed the third one and knocked it onto the bar, your father had to grab the fourth one and hand it to her to make sure she had a grip on it. You'd never seen a woman behave like this in public.

Then Lina found you. "SHWEEEETIE!!" she had crooned, spotting you in your corner. She tottered and wove over to you, heels clacking unevenly across the floor. She collapsed into the chair next to you, drink in hand. Her sleeveless, short white reception dress had ridden up so you could see the edges her matching white panties. Her tits were practically jiggling over the neckline, though you thought that might be by design. There was a little bit of drool going from her chin onto her tits. She grabbed your hand clumsily and leaned in to land a wet, sloppy kiss on your cheek. She absolutely reeked of booze. She was grinning like a lunatic.

"Youuuuuu shhouldz. Call me mmom now!!" she giggled, swinging your joined hands around. You managed to stop her from knocking over your glass before dropping her hand.

"I already have a mom." you replied coldly. You wanted to get up and walk away, but you suspected she'd just follow you. You figured if she was this drunk, it would only be a few minutes before she got distracted or passed out. You would just have to suffer through it. You took a sip of your drink and prepared to ignore her. That proved impossible.

"Zheennnn calls me mommyyyyyy!!!" she cried, and threw her legs over your lap, startling you. "Yous dontsh have mommyyy do you?" With her legs sprawled over you, you could see her panties in their entirety. There was a wet spot on the white satin over her crotch. You shivered.

This was what you hated about Lina most of all. She was frighteningly, devastatingly hot. You hated that you must have inherited your taste from your dad. Everything about her made you dizzy with horniness. Her soft, thick, creamy thighs that you could now tell framed an obviously fat and unshaven cunt, dripping wet from being drunk. Her enormous, bouncing, soft tits, too soft to be augmented, just a freak of genetics. The way her ass jiggled when she walked. Her soft eyes, her long hair, her perfectly painted nails--even her drunkenness. The first time you had realized just how drunk she was, and how often, your panties had flooded. Now, with her fuckwasted slurring drunk in your lap and three gin and tonics in your belly, you were sure there was a wet spot on your panties to match hers. You had to focus, you needed out of the situation.

"I'm not a kid, Lina," you replied. You touched her thigh to try and push her legs off you, but she just whined in a way that made you freeze and pull your hand away. She smiled lazily at this.

"Ohhhhh I knowww shweetie." She replied. "You're...a...a womanz for szhure." She ran her hand over your belly and around your waist. Her clumsy touch lit a fire in your cunt. This was really, really bad, but you couldn't think of a way to leave without causing a scene. "Whant schome?" Lina asked you, holding out her drink and waggling it at you. You took the glass from her hand so she wouldn't drop it, then took a polite sip before setting it on the table. It was stronger than you expected and you grimaced, which made her laugh.

"How do you drink that stuff?" You asked. "It's vile."

"I shink itszz DELICIOUS~!" she replied. "But..." she giggled and waved you in closer, as though she wanted to share a secret. You obliged and leaned towards her. "...I fucckinnnn... looooooooves zhe tasts of boooooooze." She was trying and failing to stage whisper, but there was no one around you. She giggled and continued. "Zhe taaaste makesh me.....hornyyyy." she managed to actually whisper that last word before erupting into laughter, her soft thighs shaking against you. You could barely resist running your hands up them. She probably wouldn't remember if you did...but no good risking it.

"Scpeaknig of boooooze..." she reached for her glass, but clearly she was having a hard time. She missed by a mile. "Whooopsh!" she yelled, then laughed. "Schweetieeee when did you put thrreee glasses there?!" she asked, then laughed uproariously.

This was so funny to her that she collapsed backwards onto the next chair giggling furiously. Her barely contained tits popped out of her dress. They were even more beautiful than you had imagined, with tight pink areolas and enormous nipples. She didn't seem to notice they were on display. She slowly, clumsily, laboriously pulled herself back into a seated position using the chair and tables for support, finally and mercifully pulling her thighs out of your lap. She reached for the glass again, and missed again. It didn't seem she found it funny this time.

"Helpsh...helpsh youur mommy, schweetie?" she slurred, looking at you pitifully.

You did the only thing your horny brain would let you. You grabbed the glass and held the drink to her mouth. After a moment of drunkenly thrusting her face at the glass, her numb lips found the straw and closed around it. She drank deeply and quickly, evidently determined to finish the whole drink in one go. Her eyes went crossed as she swallowed and swallowed. As you watched your wasted drunk new 'mommy' chug booze from a straw, lips pursed and glazed eyes crossed at the effort, massive tits out and dangling in front of you, panties on display, determined to get even drunker than she already was, the bottom of your stomach tightened into a knot. It was the hottest thing you'd ever seen, and you hated that.

When the glass was finally empty, she pulled away, stared into space for a moment, then dropped her face onto the table. She grabbed her own tits and began squeezing them almost absentmindedly. "Dhazz fuggin gooooood...." she moaned, tweaking her own nipples. "Fugggg...." she trailed off into silence. Her glazed drunk eyes fluttered shut. Even with her thighs out of your lap, you could still see her panties clearly. Her legs were splayed wide and her dress was now just a ring of white fabric around her waist. As you watched, a stream of piss appeared from out of her already stained white panties, filling up the seat and running down her legs. She groaned as she pissed and squeezed her tits tighter, eyes still shut. You took that as your cue to leave.

On your way out of the reception, you managed to grab a bottle of gin from the bar while the bartender was distracted by Lina's drunk friends. You drank directly from the bottle as you walked. It was a quarter gone by the time you got back to your room, which you blessedly had to yourself. As soon as the door was shut behind you, you turned up the gin bottle and chugged. You didn't bother to get undressed, just popped your tits out of your dress and started squeezing. You knelt on the floor in the entryway and frantically pulled up your skirt to slip a hand into your panties, rubbing your soaking wet cunt and pinching your nipples as the booze hit you in a rush. You paused touching yourself only to desperately chug more booze. When the bottle was 3/4 gone, your brain was melted and you began slurring to yourself.

"Mommy....fugggg....mommy gonna....wanna cum, wanna.....make mommy cum....."

The image of your father's wife, passed out blackout drunk with her tits out in a puddle of her own piss was burned into your mind. It made your pussy burn, it made your stomach tighten, it made you desperate for a drink. And alone in your room, you gave in. You imagined getting her another drink, waking her up to pour it into her mouth, slipping your hands into her piss stained panties and sucking on her tits while she moaned and slurred incomprehensibly, helping her back to your room, staggering into the hotel elevator with her ass and tits out for the world to see, helping her collapse into your bed and plying her with more booze, touching her until she came and pissed the bed, guiding her numb drunk hands to your tits and cunt as she hovered on the edge of consciousness....

You came harder than you ever had in your fucking life. And you hated it.

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