We discover on the couch just lit out of her mind and belching and hiccuping up a storm! That's me btw! I'm laughing at funny online videos and chugging away at a Just then the lottery comes on and complain that I never win and all I've ever gotten is a fuckling ball point pen. My phone rings and I sloppily try to answer, dropping my phone in the process. Turns out, I won the lottery! I decide to celebrate by drinking more, taking a guzzle of and and stumbling out of view.. A few days later I come stumbling into the kitchen. I have gained a noticeable belly! I giggle and slump against the c...

We discover on the couch just lit out of her mind and belching and hiccuping up a storm! That's me btw! I'm laughing at funny online videos and chugging away at a Just then the lottery comes on and complain that I never win and all I've ever gotten is a fuckling ball point pen. My phone rings and I sloppily try to answer, dropping my phone in the process. Turns out, I won the lottery! I decide to celebrate by drinking more, taking a guzzle of and and stumbling out of view.. A few days later I come stumbling into the kitchen. I have gained a noticeable belly! I giggle and slump against the counter, laughing at how much I've celebrated and patting my belly! I'm convinced that I'm still from my earlier celebrations. I start to search the endless empty cans on the counter trying to find some dribbles that are left over! Finally, with little success, I decide to call the delivery service and after a very confusing conversation manage to order a TON of more I climb up onto the counter and promptly fall resting while battling the hiccups. Several days later, I am sitting in my entry way surrounded by cans, while belching. I decided here was best to drink as my delivery just came. I struggle to get to my feet and grab a new can. My belly has gotten even bigger and more jiggly! I hear a ringing sound and try to answer the can. Oh .. oops.... I go off and find my phone. Hewlloww? I say groggily... They ask what I'm doing with my money and make up a lie about investing. I secretly plan on spending it all on There's an investment for ya! I get off the phone and open another in order to double fist it, before stumbling away. A few weeks later, I am back in my kitchen looking for more and mumbling about how there's no more on the sofa. I chug away and pat my even larger belly and hiccup... followed by a loud burp! I sloppily chug the rest of my and burp again. My makeup is smeared across my face and I manage to finish off all the that I had left! I mumble about being horny yet too to masturbate. Once again, I call the delivery service and ask what drink doesn't give you belly. Perfect, a dozen bottles it is! And like a few packs of That should work! I slump down to the floor and fall soundly resting. A few more weeks pass and my gut is MASSIVE. I'm smashed as I belch loudly and drink from a bottle! I try to talk and I keep butchering it a whole bunch, before giving up. I turn on the tv and the lottery comes on as I remark that I recognize this show. Then my phone rings. I barely get it up to my ear and turns out I'm a crowd favorite and they are going to give me more money! Oh wow! Time to celebrate with MORE drinking! Woohoo! I can do this forever now!