New Drunken Resolutions! (TG)

“Not going to be much longer now,” Richard said as he stared at the tv's counter.

“Yeah, just a little more and this crap of a year will come to an end,” Zeke sighed.

In just a few minutes 2022 would end and they would finally enter the new year. The two watched the timer early. Their eyes wandered to their phones, and then immediately went back to the time.

There wouldn't be any amazing party for them once the year was over, yet the two of them couldn’t help but watch the countdown on the TV. The crowds on the screen muttered as they watched the ball in Times Square slowly drop.

Richard and Zeke just wanted the year to be over already so they could enter the new year. Neither of them could say for certain that next year would be better, but they would rather see for themselves if it would be. The year had been one of crap with everything that seemingly could have gone wrong. Yet despite how bad it had been, they had made it all, despite the hardship they had endured. Now they could hope that the beginning of next year would be better.

It entered the final minute, and the two went quiet as they watched the minute countdown. They gripped their drinks tighter as the crowd on the screen counted down. Both of them were tempted to join in but restrained themselves. The ball got closer to the base of the poll, making Zeke, and Richard grin, the former holding back a demand for it to hurry up. Then it finally turned midnight and the crowd on the screen went wild.

“And we finally got through another year!” Zeke cheered as he took another sip of his beverage.

Their phones buzzed as the two of them received texts from their friends, family, and various group chats they were in wishing them a happy New Year. The two of them sent the various wishes back to their families, getting it out of the way.

“Ok so now that the shitty year that was 2022 is over, it's time that we set up some new year's resolutions,” Richard stated.

“You really want to do that crap, even though we probably won’t hold up to it?” Zeke questioned.

“Hey got to have something to aim for, otherwise what’s the point of trying to get through it,” Richard shrugged.

“Guess you’re right there, but better make it something reasonable otherwise it probably won’t happen. Alright then, so what will be your big hope for the year?” Zeke questioned.

“Get together with a hot chick so we can finally close out the college experience bucket list!” Richard laughed.

“I’ll drink to seeing that!” Zeke laughed. “Though good luck trying to get a girl to go for your dumbass!”

“Heh, I could say the same for you Nerd.”

The two of them laughed and then took another sip of their drinks. The cold liquid burned as it went through their bodies.

“So now that it's officially the new year, what shall we do?” Zeke questioned.

“Same thing we have been doing before this and continue to drink beer, eat good food, and celebrate!” Richard laughed. “We got all this beer that needs to be drunk, and New Year’s is the perfect time that we can drink to our liver's content. Shame the rest of the guys couldn’t come. Would have made things better.”

The two of them popped open another can and clinked their cans together. They brought it up to their lips and happily took a drink.

After taking a small sip of it, Zeke put his beer down, while Richard guzzled down the can of beer. His mind fogged as he struggled to keep his head on straight. It hit his gut like a lead weight, earning a slight groan from him, yet he didn’t stop.

“Might want to take it a little slower man,” Zeke advised. “As good as it is, you don’t want to throw it back up do you?”

“As if I would!” Richard snipped. “I got an iron stomach and I’m more than capable of handling it!”

“But do you have an iron liver?” Zeke questioned, earning a middle finger from Richard as he took another drink. He chuckled at the action and lounged in his chair. Zeke pulled up one of the various streaming services that they had and put on a show they had meant to watch.

As the beer settled in Richard’s stomach it altered. The slight gut that he had flattened. It had become a strong toned core with only the slightest hint of a jiggle from it as if it was loose earth being compacted and matted down together to strengthen it. It continued to refine with every deep gulp he took. A slight hint of definition formed there that one would have to look for, but it would be easy with how it was defined and flat enough to rival a wooden plank.

If Richard or anyone tried to probe his stomach mow, it would only go in slightly at best. He stretched where he was and didn’t notice any of the slight jiggle that he was used to feeling from his gut, but didn’t bother to check it.

‘Probably just the beer messing with me a little,’ Richard thought.

“Man, when was the last time that we sat down and had a good drink like this?” Richard questioned and then let out a burp.

“Bout the last time that we had a party. So a week ago,” Zeke said.

“Oh yeah. Been too long since the last one.”

“You know if I didn't know that you only drank during celebrations then I would have thought that you were a drunk.”

“Hey, I only like having the occasional beer. It might taste good, but I’m not looking for every excuse to get hammered.”

“And you drink like a damn fish when it is a good time to do so,” Zeke snipped.

Richard laughed and then chugged down another bottle of beer, the sides of his waist curved inward, making his breathing hitched. After taking a large gulp of air, his breathing returned and he went back to drinking his beer without issue. It continued to get smaller, emphasizing the change that had happened to his stomach. It continued to get smaller and smaller making a faint hourglass figure appear that was hidden by his shirt. When it was over, he had a thin core befitting a young woman.

When it was over he crushed the can and placed it on the couch. Again Richard grabbed another and opened the can. He was about to drink it but stopped.

“How about we have a small competition? Nothing major, just to see who can finish their can first. I’ll even let you use the one you’ve been drinking and give you a head start,” Richard smirked.

“Bold words. Do you honestly think you can win when I have such a lead?” Zeke smirked.

“Let’s drink to find out!”

Zeke moved so he sat across from his friend. He placed his drink on the table and filled his lungs and then emptied them.

“I’ll let you say when we start,” Richard said.

“Alright then.”

The two stared at each other, Richard still having his prideful smirk as his fingers dug into the can. Zeke breathed in and out as he wondered when would be the best time to make the call. The TV became little more than white noise to them, as they focused on each other.

“Go!” Zeke cried. They immediately raised their cans with Zeke being the first one to put his drink to his lips.

The two of them drank as best they could, trying to finish their drink before the other. Richard kept his head tilted back as he drank, almost as if he was part fish with how he didn’t even take a moment to breathe. Zeke didn’t have the same skill and would take a breath after every couple of gulps. Richard let out a content sigh and held his drink off to the side. He tilted the can down and smirked as not even a drop came from it.

“Looks like I won,” Richard laughed.

Seeing it, Zeke sighed as he stopped. He shook the can and found some small comfort that he had finished it at least.

“You see? Now that is how a real man drinks,” Richard smirked as he placed the empty can off to the side and grabbed another cold beer on the coffee table. He popped it open and drank it as if he was a man lost in the desert who had finally found fresh water.

As Richard drank, he slowly got smaller. Inches disappeared from his frame, making his clothes drupe off his body, his shoulders getting exposed. The shoulder of them hung lightly off, and his sleeves did as well. The moment he finished the can he placed it off to the side as he grabbed another.

Zeke turned to Richard and blinked at the sudden change in height, wondering if it was real or if he was seeing things, and then looked at his drink. He slowly opened and closed his fingers as if he was testing them, making sure that they were working alright. There was none of the buzzing feelings that he had felt the last time he had gotten close to being drunk.

“You ok man? Don’t tell me that you’re running out of room already. The night is still young,” Richard bemoaned and then smirked. “I figured that you were a lightweight, with how slow you were drinking.”

“That’s not it,” Zeke waved. “Just not sure if my eyes are playing tricks on me or not.”

“Lightweight ~,” Richard drawled out playfully.

Zeke rolled his eyes and took another drink. “Must just be my eyes messing with me.”

Still despite that logic, he eyed Richard, wondering if he would notice something else.

Richard popped open another can and took heavy gulps of his drink as if he was trying to win a race against invisible opponents. His grin grew as more of the burning nectar went down his throat. He could feel it travel through his body and then hit his gut as if someone was digging their knuckles into it.

Due to his slightly smaller stature, the alcohol hit Richard harder than it would have before. His body shuddered as a wave of heat shot through his body, making him blink. He looked at the can, wondering if he had grabbed a different can, only to see that it was the same variety as before. After a moment, Richard shrugged and went back to sipping on his drink like it was his favorite beverage.

As Richard gleefully drank the amber-colored liquid his body gained slightly more definition. The flabbiness in his arms had reduced, the muscles compounding on each other and strengthening them. His biceps tightened slightly and gained a firmness that wasn’t there. The transformation trailed down his arms, and his forearms thinned and gained the same refined elegance.

It reached Richard’s hands, and the grip that he had on his beer loosened. For a moment, he fumbled with the can and was forced to adjust his grip. A splotch of it landed on his mouth, making him frown.

“Getting drunk already?” Zeke smirked.

“Shut it!” Richard snapped as he adjusted his grip, and placed one of his hands underneath it, ready to catch it if he had to. With his grip secured, Richard grinned and took another loud slurp of his beverage.

Richard's fingers altered as he finished the can’s contents, the amber liquid making him feel warm and fuzzy as his digits thinned. He tightened his grip, ensuring that he wouldn’t repeat the previous accident. His fingernails grew and gained a more defined point, quickly becoming a pair of neatly trimmed nails with a refined edge.

“Ahh!” Richard sighed as he put the empty can with the rest of his drinks.

“What was that about you having an iron stomach? You seemed to have had some trouble there,” Zeke teased and then frowned when he saw how neat and trimmed his nails were.

“It’s just a minor setback, no need to worry. Just watch me get through the rest of the night just fine while you pass out after another beer!” Richard scoffed.

“We both know that I can handle more than that.”

“Whatever you say, buddy. I’m going to get some more chips from the kitchen. Do you want anything specific?”

“No,” Zeke answered dully. He looked at the beer that he held and placed it to the side.

“Alrighty!” Richard said as he walked to the kitchen, drinking his beer along the way. He stumbled as his hips broadened. After a moment of recovery, he continued walking, though there was a little more of a roll to his hips that wasn’t there previously. With every step, his hips swung a little wider than they had moments ago. The wider they got, the more his butt swung, which would have looked off to anyone that saw it. Right when he finished the drink, Richard's hips finished widening when they gained a wide distinct enticing curve that would have garnered attention from many.

Richard licked his lips and tossed the empty can into the trash and shook his head again. He muttered. “Just as good as the first one. “Nights getting young, and there’s still room in the tank for more. Now, what shall we have to go with the munchies?”

Richard's eyes scoured the fridge for anything of note and then pulled out the small cakes and cookies he had gotten for the night. He was about to close it but stopped when he noticed a fruity alcoholic beverage. Richard grinned as he grabbed the pack and mulled it over, biting his lips as he did.

“And something a little more fruity for the road,” Richard smirked. He ripped one of them out of the pack and popped it open. He hefted the stuff in his arms as he drank the one he had separated.

The scarlet liquid went down his throat and Richard smiled at the pomegranate taste. Mass on the lower parts of his legs traveled upward. His feet quickly became fitting for a young woman with toes to match as his calves lost a little of their fat. All of the shifting mass went to their thighs, which quickly ballooned and gained seductive plumpness that would have made perfect pillows and further added to his developing hourglass figure. With his thighs complete, Richard now had long sexy legs that women would have wished they had, and men desire to have wrapped around them.

“Alright then, here be all the goods,” Richard proclaimed.

Zeke turned to his friend but stopped when he looked at his friend’s form, specifically his legs. He rubbed his eyes, hoping that he was just seeing some weird beer-induced fantasy. When he pulled his hands away, Richard’s altered lower body was still the same curvy feminine build that he saw.

“I grabbed us some more beer as well since it was over there as well,” Richard said as he placed the stuff down on the table.

Zeke didn’t respond, staring at the sexy lower half that his roommate had. Even if Richard didn’t have an ass worth a damn at the moment, it was more than made up by the thicc thighs that looked like they would have been able to crush a melon with ease. Not to mention the voluptuous hips that gave him a pear-shaped figure as well. The only thing that prevented him from getting an erection was the noticeable hill between Richard’s legs.

“What the fuck?” Zeke muttered as his eyes went over Richard’s body, studying it intently

Again his eyes went to Richard’s arms and noticed how much slimmer and dainty they were now. Now he noticed the slight way the sides of his shirt fell as if they weren’t touching his body.

“Holy shit I wasn’t seeing things.”

“Seeing what?” Richard questioned as he opened one of the treats and then took a bite of it before he followed it up with an orange alcoholic beverage.

Zeke gasped as Richard’s face changed as he sucked on the bottle. With every gulp of the drink, his face changed. His cheekbones rose, higher as his jaw altered and became softer. A small grunt came from him, as he rolled his mouth as adjusted to its new shape. Richard's freckles and the small scar on his cheeks disappeared as if they were being washed away. The feminine appeal of his face became more apparent as if his masculinity was being destroyed by the beverage. His black hair gained a new healthier shine to it. It slowly trailed down his body, tickling his back and making him shudder as it did. His black hair brightened a little and took on a grayish tone as it traveled down his back. It settled when it seemed to have reached his friend's hips. Gone was Richard’s visage and in its place was that of a beauty who should have been on the cover of a modeling magazine.

“You out of it? You better not be already. The night is still young and I want to keep drinking with you mate,” Richard laughed. He tossed the can away and grabbed another one of the drinks that he had taken.

Zeke blinked and shook his head. He breathed in and out, trying to get his mind under control.

“Ok I think that’s enough beer for now,” Zeke said. “You're turning into a damn chick dude!”

“What? Are you crazy? I might be drunk, but I’m not stupid enough to fall for that,” Richard giggled as he pointed at him dramatically.

“Dude you have to stop drinking, otherwise you will be a babe before the night is over!”

“Nu huh! Just because you can’t handle it doesn’t mean that you get to spoil my fun!” Richard giggled as he shoved him away. “You’re going to have to up your game if you’re going to try and pull that shit on me.”

Taking the moment granted, Richard opened a strawberry-flavored drink and poured it down his throat as he put some room between them. Richard spasmed as if he had put his finger in an electrical socket as his dick slowly retreated into his body. He brought his voluptuous thighs together, crushing his balls between them, but he paid them little thought as he continued to drink.

“Richard!” Zeke cried and rushed over to stop him.

Seeing his friend rush over to him, Richard moved around the table, as he continued to drink. Despite being buzzed, Richard was more than able to avoid even. Zeke gulped and groaned, realizing that he wouldn’t be able to get anywhere like this.

“My guy why are you going so crazy fast man,” Richard laughed and then went back to drinking his beer.

Zeke didn’t respond looked down and saw the outline of Richard’s junk rapidly shrink. The fight to save his friend’s masculinity came to a stop as he stared in horrified awe. He gulped as he watched it move in his drawers as if it was a snake slithering upward. His head throbbed and he felt like puking at the image it gave him.

An unladylike burp came from Richard that was immediately followed by a lecherous moan. Richard bucked his hips and rolled his shoulders as his breathing picked up. He licked his lips hungrily and then bit them. He gasped and then shuddered blissfully as he slouched forward, his face glowing in delight.

Zeke looked back down and saw no trace of Richard’s member. He stared, hoping that he would find something to tell him that his member was still there, but he couldn’t find anything to tell him that it was. Yet he could see a pair of something traveling up his legs and knew that it had to be the last piece of his masculinity.

“Maybe I can save his balls at least,” Zeke muttered and then rushed forward, knocking the can from Richard’s hand, and spilling the drink on his shirt.

“Dude!” Richard spat, glaring at him as he pulled on his shirt. “You can't waste good beer like that! It goes against everything humanity stands for!”

“For drunks maybe,” Zeke muttered. He focused solely on the junk and heard a lewd moan from Richard that made him grimace. It was immediately followed by another one and Zeke knew he had failed.

He froze when he saw Richard’s clothes change.  The ragged t-shirt seemingly gained new life as the frayed edges repaired themselves. Her sleeves retracted as holes appeared around her shoulders. The bottom of her shirt traveled up her body. Within seconds her nice core and trimmed waist were exposed.

Her pants began to change as well. The escaping strings went back into her clothes as if they were being sewn back into place by an invisible seamstress. Her pants legs tightened around her legs and slowly traveled up her body. She shuddered as they did and let out a pleased grunt as if someone was massaging her legs as they slowly moved upward. The zipper melded into the fabric as his jeans became a grayish-white color as they finished transforming into a pair of tight short shorts that showed off her well-developed frame.

‘Am I seeing her crotch or…,’ Zeke pondered. He shook his head, trying to focus yet he couldn’t help but examine his friend. There was no way that anyone would be able to say that this was his friend.

“Richard?” Zeke questioned.

“Whose Richard you silly goober?” Richard laughed with a lopsided grin. “Name’s Rachel you dolt.”

Zeke wanted to ask her several questions right now, mainly about why she was suddenly going by a different name. He muttered, “Let’s avoid that rabbit hole for a little while longer.”

Zeke moved forward right as she popped open another can of booze. He reached out for it, but she playfully slapped his hand away. Zeke groaned but tried again and this time she shoved him away as she gulped down the beer that she was drinking.

“Just…stop,” Zeke pleaded, hoping that she would listen to reason before they reached the point of no return. Yet, Rachel continued to defy him as if she was an unruly child.

“No, you’re being weird right now, and I want to drink my booze. We should be taking a load off buddy,” Rachel hiccuped. “It’s the holidays!”

Rachel chugged her drink down as if they were having another competition and with every swallow she had, her flat chest grew a little larger. The outline of her nipples quickly became apparent and small little lumps formed. Her nipples finished growing when they poked through her top, and the areola of her breasts rivaled quarters. Yet even though the top of her mountains had finished, her breasts continued to get bigger, straining her top. The canyon of cleavage only became more apparent, more demanding to be seen as time passed.

Zeke stared, unable to take his eyes off her growing barrels. They just kept getting bigger, the more she drank. Zeke’s erection became easily visible as he focused on her expanding milkers.

“How much bigger are they going to get?” Zeke muttered, knowing that no matter what happened next he would be pleasing himself to this memory in all the years to come.

Rachel let out a content sigh right as she finished the can, making her breast growth finally come to an end when they had become an immense J-cup that could have rivaled milk jugs with ease. She stretched her back, making her already demanding bust look even bigger than it already was. Then she leaned down, giving Zeke the perfect view of her cleavage as they almost seemed like they and placed the empty can with the rest of her growing collection and blinked. A burp came out as she shook her head, trying to get her bearings as the room spun to her.

‘All the beer must have gone to her tits,’ Zeke thought and then shook his head. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to look away from her bust, especially with how tight her shirt was. With how big they were it would be a miracle for her to see her feet without using a mirror. Not that anyone that would complain, least of all being him.

Rachel wobbled around the room as she looked through her munchies, and picked at them. Tossing some into her mouth. As she did, she took sips of her beer in between her bites.

With every little sip of her drink, Rachel’s ass grew and her tight shorts tightened against her bulging cheeks. The fabric dug into her enticing voluptuous frame, making the curve of her cheeks more apparent. They rode up her butt and revealed more of her cheeks as they dug between them, looking more like they were painted on. As her cheeks grew, they toned, gaining a more refined appearance as they wobbled from her movements. Her hindquarters finished growing into a huge toned fuckable ass that would have driven people everywhere with lust, especially with how her shorts looked like they were about to explode off her body.

‘Remember what your mama taught you. You’re better than that,’ Zeke thought to himself. Her butt cheecks were so enticing that the thought of molesting that phat ass and shoving his face into it was looking all the more appealing with every second. His fingers itched, almost desperate to follow through with the idea.

Once Rachel was finished taking her sample of the food, she leaned back, and to her, the world spun around as if she was on a carousel. She stumbled back and fell on her pillowy rear end. Rachel blinked and looked around before her eyes landed on the beer. Without any hesitation, she opened another one and chugged the liquid down.

“Jesus,” Zeke muttered his mind a flurry of activity.

Rachel looked at him, her eyes glazy with a drunken haze. She narrowed her eyes at him as if she was making sure she was seeing what she was. A sloppy smiled formed as she placed her can down wobbled up.

“I think it's time that we fulfill that resolution,” Rachel slurred as she brushed her hair to the side.

“Huh? Wait…you don’t mean!” Zeke cried, his face darkening.

Before there was even a chance to try and talk her down, she leaped at him, sloppily, hungrily planting a kiss on his lips that made him gasp in shock. He squealed as she slipped her tongue inside his mouth and their tongues quickly fought for dominance.

Zeke froze, letting Rachel’s hands roam his body. His hands unconsciously wrapped his arms around the small of her back, just above her butt. Her titanic tits pressed against his chest, her soft hair brushed against his cheeks and hands. The smell of alcohol coming from her made him want to gag, and yet, he couldn’t bring himself to stop her advances.

As the kiss continued, Zeke’s resistance dwindled. He could no longer keep up. Instead, he took the time to admire and memorize every bit of her new curves. Her massive breasts were simply wonderful and he wanted nothing more than to nuzzle against them. He squeezed her rump, and a pleased moan came from the two of them.

The two lost themselves into the heat of their motions. They explored each other's bodies and tossed their clothes off into a corner of the room. The rest of the night passed in a blur to the two as the two new lovers explored various positions throughout the night. In the back of their minds, they were happy that they were able to fulfill their New Year’s resolutions.