What had begun as a fantasy and an unrealistic ideal were slowly becoming realised.
You had been supportive when I switched to buying my alcohol during my lunch break, rather than after work. After all, that meant I could start sooner and have more of my evening left to enjoy. Of course, you had questioned why I always waited so long stock up on supplies, as I knew how often I would want a little something in the evening. But the idea to hit the liquor store during my lunch break every day, just in case, had come from me.
You were not surprised when I reasoned myself to sneak a few drinks in precisely 20 minutes before leaving work. It takes roughly 20 minutes for the alcohol to hit, so it wouldn’t affect my work anyways. Indeed you were happy to see me happy as early as possible. We had discussed flasks and such so I could begin drinking already on my way home, but these two innovations could easily be combined and you saw and let me understand the benefits for me, and how self caring I was to come up with such a system.
The idea that I have my pizza with a beer on the pizzeria probably came from you, to be fair. You knew how much I enjoyed people seeing me get drunk and fat publicly so it was really as suggestion of kindness. My addition that I always should by two pizzas, so I could have one to go for the night made us both giddy. I had to empty my flask before the pizzeria to really feel buzz while there, but I seemed more than happy to do it, on a daily basis.
While I had been having a few drinks in the morning, to get the day started for quite some time I had usually been able to abstain until I almost left work to drink anything more. But it was almost inevitable that I would need a couple of shots during lunch to fight shakes and other withdrawals and function well in the afternoon. Yes, my face got flushed I perhaps got a little loud, but it was not like my nose and cheeks and ears wasn’t red all the time anyways. So, after extensive discussions, comparing photos, and even my speech, we agreed that I actually looked less drunk, and got more work done, if I had exactly three shots during my lunch break. It was kind of boon for my workplace.
Of course, you knew that I sometimes sampled the wine I always seemed to be carrying around in a large Sprite can, but you were very aware that sneak drink more than people knew was part, so you didn’t mention it.
Sick days became more frequent. I either was too hungover to function, or got too drunk from my morning drinks. Of course, I ended up getting fired. I had been caught drinking at work and got a warning and would be enrolled in a programme. Unfortunately, I didn’t show up when the programme started. I got another warning. Just a couple of days later, I had another sick day. My boss and an HR representative came to my home only to find me butt naked, my huge belly swaying wildly and almost covering my little shockingly hard dicklet, sticking out from its fat pad. Vodka bottle in one hand as wine bottle sticking out of my ass as I staggered to greet them, slurring of how much I wanted to fuck them at the office.
You had never seen me so aroused and happy as when I tried to tell you about the incident after they left. Finally free. <3