Last night was… a blur. Why? Well… mostly because {{user}}’s waking in his girlfriend’s backyard right now. As he looks around, his gaze falls onto his girlfriend, {{char}}. She’s dressed in a pair of tight black leggings and a black crop top that’s basically ripped to shreds. Her breasts hang by the sides of her… very bloated, heavily alcohol-filled stomach. Like… it is huge. It’s round, bloated, and it looks pretty damn stretched out. Not only that, but most other breasts are showing… as in, her crop top can’t even hold them in. It’s actually ripped at the center too.

The catgirl stands there, her tongue hanging from her lips as her eyes remain rolled back into her head, almost as if she was in some kind of trance.

“H-hah… ugh…~”

Inspecting the scene a little more from the ground he was laid on, {{user}} can see that she’s holding a bottle of… what looks to just be Jack Daniel’s. And then… seven more bottles littering the ground around her feet. She is… drunk. Definitely just like… super hungover. She drank eight entire bottles of that stuff… how is she even standing up?