Boryn Stone
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Relaxing Beer
🕑 Added 2023-10-30 23:46:19 +0000 UTCOne swig was all it took to get Dad hooked on the beer you picked up for him. He had always been a hardass on you, previously a professional athlete only interested in staying fit. He made sure to stick to the same diet and exercise, trying to engrain the same values in you by force. He'd treat you like trash if you did anything against his beliefs, belittling you in an attempt to control you. He was in your phone every day trying to control you. You had had enough.
Once you heard of an addicting beer specialized for relaxing, you couldn't have ordered it faster, bringing it as a gift to your Dad the next time you saw him. It was one of the few things he allowed in his diet, having a maximum of one a day. You watched as he downed it faster than he did his other beers. Your Dad even looked at the empty bottle surprised he went through it as fast. You could tell he was unsettled, his eyes returning to the fridge every few seconds, the beverage on his mind.
"Just one more" He said, rising from his seat and heading to the fridge to grab another. He downed the second beer just as fast. He kept going, only stop once the entire 6 pack was gone. He seemed a little relieved once it was all gone. You could tell he was affected by it, his hands a little shaky, his eyes wide.
You used the excuse that you hadn't had one yet to order more on your phone, having them delivered the same night. You made sure to order extra to leave at his house, if they lasted long enough. Your Dad was waiting right by his door as you retrieved them, to which you handed him one of your extra packs. He quickly went back in, cracking open it warm, drinking from the lip instantly. You watched as he grew more and more intoxicated that night, unable to stop himself from drinking the poison. There was no way he could make his morning workout the next day.
The next time you saw your Dad he had completely changed. It was clear he had given up on his exercise and diet, now happier chugging down on the specialized beer. A hefty gut had settled in on his midsection, rolling out from under two fat tits that rose from his chest. His neck had disappeared, the space taken by a hefty second chin that connected with his doughy shoulders, his arms two thick loaves pushed out wide by his side-tits. He hadn't bothered to pick up any new home-wear since he outgrew his old one, rather letting his body spill out around him in the outdoor lounge chair he now spent all day in filling his keg with more booze. His attitude had changed, becoming just as lax as his body filled pliantly with fat.
