Chapter #5Thanks to Red. by: Unknown "Hey, guys! Guyyyyysssss!!!"
Back at the club's entrance, some anthro with a height and girth en par with Skye's club was waving us down, arm flapping around like we were some long lost pals of hers. She straddled a leg over the red barrier, despite its opening being just a few feet away, but she couldn't even put five steps on the icy floor without her feet zigzagging around, and not because it was slippery.
Skye and I mellowed out of whatever scrubbing we were in the midst of and took a break just to watch the guest make some epic journey out of approaching the bar, without any semblance of a straight line in her path. Watching her was one of those moments where you truly learn how long four minutes are, a good portion of which I couldn't even tell what animal she was underneath the blurry smudge of brown she was turned to as she drunkenly wonked our way.
It was only when she was under the neon lights of the bar that I could see the white stripes of an okapi painted along the flanks of her beer gut, one bloated up so much that it swelled out just as wide as she was tall, yet she didn't even flinch from the cold as its bare fur plopped down on a stretch of floor almost as long, practically making her just a big, walking balloon of alcohol.
I couldn't tell if she'd just tripped or actually meant to heave herself down to the counter, but she rolled forward so that her breasts slammed down onto the bar, overflowing over the lip to touch the mouths of the bottles on our side.
"Gimme...Gimme beer," she slurred, smiling as she traced a circle on her breast with a finger..
"What kind of beer would you like?"
"Just...beer. You know, beeeeeeer." She answered, panning a hand as she stretched out the word.
"Well, what kind of beer? What brand? How much?"
"I didn't...ngh...come h-urp-ere to think or ponder!" She smacked her paws down on the bar, leaning through even more. "I. Came. Here. For. Beeeeeer!"
"Miss, I understand, but you'll still have to-"
Skye growled and cut the conversation to a close by shoving a hose into the okapi's mouth, turning a crank on the connected keg with a frustrated sneer. The foamy, golden liquid flowed through with the hum of an electric motor, but our guest did most of the work herself by sucking the beer through with vacuum strength, and moaned under the sound of the rushing fluid as the fermented liquid passed through her lips.
It was thirty-some seconds of her chugging the beer into the pit of her belly till it was clear that, like magic, it was growing even bigger, rolling over more of the floor's glistening chill whilst her head was pushed higher towards the roof. The suction of her almighty lungs became all the more intense, and the beer flowed through the hose so fast that I almost saw the keg buckling in.
Once the churning in the keg went hollow, and the very last dribble of beer was sucked away down her gullet, she spat the hose out herself, only to burp out a long, groggy "Moooooooorrre..."
"Miss, are you sure we should-"
"Moooooooore!!!!"
"Well, I really think you cou-"
"MOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRREEE!!!!!!"
Skye's thigh brushed against me, enough that I was nearly knocked over. Passing me a glare, she brought out the hose for the next keg, inserting it into her mouth...
.....
Where the hell is everybody?!!?
I kept my eyes on the windows, searching for somebody, anything that could've scooted over as the next in line, whether it be Mavis or the company she was warning me about this morning. Even Skye got to a point where she was expressing emotion, showing surprise with a twinge of regret for leading on our beer-logged guest.
With seven kegs the size of SUVs worth of beer inside of her, her belly'd swelled out by ten extra feet, pushing her mammoth buttocks higher and higher into the air with her shoulders wedged into the entire length of the bar. Even her breasts seemed to enlarge, as if they were filled with beer and milk, leaving only the front of her maw to poke through under the roof as they flooded up to the ceiling, with hundreds of pounds piling on to pour in by the minute.
The patron spoke less and less to us, losing herself in her drunken feasting, but seven came as the lucky number when the tube went dry, and she didn't demand any more within five seconds of spitting it out. Her tongue just hung out, panting for breath, till the two of us could hear a pair of hands pressing down on the roof and pushing with a force that damn near tore it off. She rocketed back and onto her feet, giving her stomach enough momentum that she only barely avoided rolling all the way and fell flat on her back.
"I'll be hic back...back i-urp-in one...hour." She mumbled with even more alcohol bleeding into her speech, and sauntered off with even more difficulty by the extra feet of belly her legs scraped around.
"Who the hell was that?!"
Skye shrugged. At any other place, it'd be her go to to get out of a conversation, but here was one of the rare cases where she seemed genuinely baffled.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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