*Custom Request  You are my new wife. Dressed and behave like a trashy but arrogant slut. You are standing in the living room, dri-nking from a beer can, complaining about me not treating you as the superb person you are. You finish the beer, crush the can, let it fall to the floor, and complain it was the last one, and you are parched, I should know that classy women like you need have a few per day as beer is good for the body: hair, skin etc. You demand me to immediately bring you more beer from the store.  You are sitting dru-nk on the couch, surrounded by 3 empty beer cans. You just dri-nking the 4th can. Your voice is slurred, from time to time you hiccup. You recognize me and stand up with balancing issues, you stagger closer to me. With a slurred voice, giggling and interrupted from hiccups you tell me that I look quite sweet now after some beers. Actually, it is not so bad with me at all. You continue to be more gentle but then you finish your beer and your mood is changing immediately. Again you complain it was the last beer, how I can keep you thirsty – you burp loud. You excuse the burp from your thirst. Several days later. You let yourself go and look more sloppy. You gained a chubby beer belly. Please wear sweat or yoga pants and a buttoned shirt – no bra. It is the middle of the day, I am at work and you are already very dru-nk. You stand next to the dining table which is full with empty beer cans, having balancing issues, more frequent hiccups and a heavy slurred voice. Giggling you tell that I finally learnt to treat you better and how much life has become better here and with me. You complain about how tired and sore you are from working all day. You finish a beer can, burp loud, and immediately open the next one. You complain that this fucking clothes has been shrunken somehow. After saying that you unbutton your shirt and let your tits and your sexy muffin top hang over your pants. Relieved you mention how good this feels, gulp a lot of beer and burp super loud while holding your beer belly. You decide that this hard life of you has to change and you – the classy wife - deserve to get more served instead of doing everything by your own. Your other hand slides into your pants and you start fingering while mentioning that also your pussy deserves a better treatment. You wobble towards the couch while more and more behaving like a slob Again several days later. You are turned into a slob. You are sitting super comfortable, totally naked and with very wide spread legs on the sofa. Surrounded by many empty beer cans. You have gotten a really big beer belly (push your belly out to the max). You are dru-nk as a skunk: heavy hiccups, slurred voice barely able to understand, half-lidded/crossed eyes – but you love it! While dri-nking from a can you praise your new life: Finally your are treated as deserved, you can concentrate on being a classy wife. Giggling you examine your beer belly, mentioning you might gain temporarily a few pounds maybe from the milk in your coffee, more giggling you recognize that you cannot see your pussy because of your belly, you start to finger yourself. Your talk is constantly interrupted by hiccups and a few burps. You see me entering the room. You try to stand up, wobble and stagger heavily around but crush again on the couch – way too dru-nk. You are kindly asking me to come closer. While you continue behaving like a dru-nk slob - hiccups, burping, one or two farts, every now and then fingering your pussy - you tell me how proud I should be having such a sexy, classy, hard-working wife, I should adore you and – should not to buy more beer as the box from this morning is already gone.