Posted Wed Sep 23, 2015 | 164 Words | Tagged story

He took a swig of the bottle. He just wanted the party to end and he thought he may as well drink something so he appeared to participate. It was just full of loud rednecks which he hated so much.

When he tried to take the bottle out of his mouth, it wouldn’t budge. It was just stuck to his mouth. He felt the vapours of the alcohol still travel out of the bottle and into his body. It started to slow his brain down, making him think how being one of the city folk wasn’t too smart… or it was smart… he couldn’t think… it was easier not to.

His muscles bulged out and his desire to party increased. The took the bottle out at last and started to have a good time. Later that evening he even managed to find his hat and went around with the bottle in his mouth, without thinking it would lock him in to being this way.