Patreon Prompt 51

Prompt: A group of freshmen done with their first year of college break into one of their parents’ wine cabinets to celebrate. However, the bottles of wine begin to transform the group into a bunch of drunk, bloated wine moms/cougars over the course of the party.

   Not satisfied with their hordes of beer bought through the use of illegal IDs, Josh and his fellow freshman descended into his mother’s wine cellar. Multiple times the extravagant woman had forbid him from partaking in her collection of wine, but her words meant nothing to him. With both his closest friends and possible girlfriends more than ready to blow off steam after surviving their freshman year of college, Josh led the way towards the wrack of silver-lined wine bottles.

   Popping off the first cork to the tune of an uproarious applause, Josh began pouring out glasses of finely aged wine like it was grape juice at a kid’s birthday party. Once everyone had been served, they raised their glasses to toast. Clinking their glasses together, they proceeded to chug down the wine in a way that would make a connoisseur pass out on the spot. As the last drops sprinkled down their throats, the elation they felt helped to block out the strange, prickling sensation spreading across their bodies. Enamored with a flavor, Josh and the others went back in for another serving.

   Over the course of the evening Josh and his friends’ conversation drastically changed from exams and past sporting events to things that better fit the plus-size dresses that seemed to appear out of thin air to replace their clothes. Swinging about their glasses with their painted nails, the college students remained blissfully unaware of the way their bellies took on fat folds and each of them developed sagging breasts that had to be salvaged by support bras. Discussing late nightstands that would be considered taboo for women of their age, a group of them took turns admiring one another’s backsides to see who was most in need of a trip to the plastic surgeon.

   At the center of the gaggle of wine-soaked women, Joslynn sipped at her wine with content. Using a pudgy finger to push back her hair into a neat bun, she called together the girls to recount the tale of her saucy encounter with a pair of fraternity brothers. At the center of attention, Joslynn let a smile dare to further emphasize her crow’s feet and wrinkles that came with living past the age of 40. Taking another sip of her wine, she began to tell the story in exquisite, indecent detail.