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One particular trait that I really enjoyed with Susy, was that she always sampled the liquor as she refilled drinks whenever we had company. It usually rendered her a stupid, emotional mess before the night was old. I had come to love how our friends and acquaintances had come to loose all respect for her. 

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”.

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.

Another little fantasy

So, I often fantasised about living with a women who accepts my drinking habits, and even encourage them. One aspect that I think about sometimes is that while see makes sure I have my daily alcohol needs fulfilled, whenever a friend of hers would come over, she would feed manipulate me to drink a lot more, without telling me someone will be over. So when her friend shows up, I sit in the sofa in my boxers or whatever, blackout drunk. I struggle to pretend I’m not wasted although it’s just lunch time or whatever. But I can’t hide anything. My woman would then go on to tell me what a looser drunk I am who got shitfaced although I knew her friend was coming over, and what a creep I was who hadn’t got dressed, and then forced me to stay in another room than they hung out in, just because I was such an alcoholic. She would have prepared that room with a bottle of vodka somewhere. And while she was hanging out with her friend, mocking and humiliating me, I would drink myself into a stupor alone, hearing everything they said.

After a while, all her friends would have learned to despise me and feel sorry for her, and I wouldn’t know how much of it was my own fault and what she had done to make it happen. Fucking hot! ❤️

The morning chores

BEEP BEEP BEEP. I turned off my alarm clock. It said 6.00 a.m. I felt groggy and nausiated, and had no idea why it rang so early. I noticed I had a message on my phone. 

"Good morning Sweatie! I hope you slept well and feel great today! Make Mommy proud and take three large swigs from the Absolute you put next to your bed. You know I just want you to feel good! After you had your refreshment, I want you to write me and tell me how much my big boy drank, and then I want you to get back to sleep again. Okay Sweetie? Xxxooxxx"

I couldn't remember putting a bottle next to my bed. Truth be told, I couldn't remember getting to bed at all. But I checked, and of course Mommy was right. There was a bottle of Vodka with 2/3rds left. Mechanically I picked it up and screw of the lid with clumsy finger. Three swigs. It didn't even burn a lot on the first. But I felt a fimilar warmth in my crouch. I wanted so bad to make Mommy proud. On the third swig, I tried to drink as much as possible, but my stomach upproared and I had to stop. I lay there, helplessly gulping air and tried not to throw up, like a fish on dry land. Finally I was able to write. 

"Go mornin momy. I tried to drink you prou og me but almost got sick. Sory" 

After that, I must have passed out. 

BEEP BEEP BEEP. My alarm again. I dropped my phone and fumbled before managing to turn the sound off. My vision swam and I felt desorientated. 7.00 a.m. I had a message on my phone. 

"Oh hello there little one! You began drinking at six already? Your such a little rascal. thirsty today? Are you still in bed, and do you have more supplies next to you? If so, I want you to have three large swigs. You know I just want you to feel good! Write afterwards, and take a little nap. Love, Mommy xxxooxxx"

It was something with the message that gave me a bit paus, but I couldn't understand what it was. Had I been drinking? But she was right, it was a bottle on my night stand. Less than half of it's content was left. I reached for it and almost tripped it over. Damn, I wasn't steady. I tried again and secured the bottle. Fuck it felt SO GOOD everywhere. My body was a warm numb blob. I felt so horny, and wanted to be the best pup for Mommy. With one hand jerking my little cock, I drank. I wasn't hard, but the little worm was warm and touching myself was more than a habit, it was just what I did. The liqour went down so easy. I was utterly surprised when the bottle was suddenly empty. I was unsure how much it had been in there, but I had probably drunk quite a lot. My belly began hurting and it felt like it was on fire. I collapsed on my side, suddenly covered in sweat. I didn't know how long I was lying there gasping before I felt steady enough to write on my phone: 

"I hadd there st off drink haha i love y me cocl is so small bhu bfeel good almist puke ilo veyo"

I blacked out. 

BEEP BEEP BEEP. It took me a long time to come to, and even longer to turn off the bloody alarm. I had no idea what was going on, and whan I tried to sit up, my head lolled and it the world twisted and turned around me.  I crashed back into the sweaty damp bed. I had a message on my phone. It took me quite some time to read it. 

"Haha, oh Sweetie! Dead drunk seven in the morning! So, let me get this straight. Drunk as you were yesterday, you still managed to bring a bottle to bed. I know you opened it and drank from it before sleeping at 2 a.m. Now it is five hours later, and you have finished it? You must feel SO GOOD now, you might as well get up and get your day started! I want you to go to the bathroom and do your morning toilet, and while you do, I want you to delete this conversation without reading back anything. You know I don't mind it when you binge, but I don't want there to be a paper trail of my support. Can you do that for Mommy? I call you in 15 minutes so I can see your beet read face, your growing body and your little wee wee, and set you off for the day! Xxxooxxx"

I felt my dicklet get warm again. I loved it when Mommy saw me in a drunken state. I fumbled with my phone to delete the conversation. When I finally suceeded I tried to get out of the bed, but crashed violently into the nightstand and fell into the wall with my head first, and slid down on the floor. Drool dropped down on the floor from my slack jaw. I felt complete. This would be a fantastic day.

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.”

Mia had already arrived when I stumbled into the kitchen. “Hey looser” she purred as she poured me a mug. “Go sit down in the sofa. I’ll bring you a drink so you can find your bearings again. Yeah, I know you like my titties cutie, it’s okay that you play with your little worm.” I hadn’t even noticed that my hand was stroking my limp nub. I knew I paid her to take care of me, but it didn’t matter. She was so fine. I blurted: “I love you.” She filled the cup. “Go sit down in the sofa puppy, you look like you could fall over whenever, and you were so drunk yesterday. Do you remember anything? You were adorably pathetic and needy. Also, you are invited to follow the guys to a game today. It was quite a while since you last hang out, but I think you should pass on them again. I like it when you are isolated and alone and dependent on me. You still have some savings left.”

My world slowly rotated and swam. Her words had made my cock warm and a little bit swollen. “I… gonna schit in the schofa. Imma wanna geth drunschk.” She smiled. “I now you do, you always chose me and alcohol over anything else.” My cock was almost errect as I staggered to the living room.

She knows the cure for a hangover...

The sisters

Jemma loved to follow her elder sister to parties. She was however mindful that she wasn’t as well endowed as Jessica, and often felt nervous talking to the cute elder guys. Self conscious, Jemma often left early and sad. Jessica and her boyfriend had however found a solution for the younger girls anxieties. They helped her to a lot of liquid courage. More, every time, it seemed. 

Jessica felt so fulfilled when she helped her already stumbling sister into the party. Jemma could hardly keep her eyes open as she  swayed in the kitchen. “Here she is! Have fun!” Jessica shouted to no one in particular before slumping down to a chair herself. The room was spinning dangerously. Tom, her boyfriend, had explained that Jessica needed to keep up with her sister, so the younger girl wouldn’t feel used. As she accepted a new drink from Tom, she was vaguely aware that a couple of guys was leading Jemma away. She downed half the drink in one go, as Tom had taught her. He was really the best, Tom.

I love alcohol

I‘m drunk you guys

Cant wait to get all fucked up tonight and find someone who'd encourage me to keep drinking nd smoking until I'm so drunk and high that I wouldn't even find my way back home. Fucking somewhere in some street nd stumbling around until I passed out.

i can’t stand myself