The Final Chance to turn back...

Sif awoke not with the crack of dawn.

In fact dawn had come, gone, and so had noon as well. The world was fully into the swing of the day when she slowly opened her eyes and looked about her surroundings with blurry vision.

'Not the first time I've woken up like this,' she thought to herself, 'though its been a while.' Back when her and Thor had truly partied hard it had been quite common for her to wake up in random places at random hours. Many times with Odin looking on in disgust... not that she'd cared back them, to addicted to partying and drinking to truly give two fucks about the man and his grumbling and his stares. 'And he's dead so there is that.'

But there was no Thor this time. Rather there was Thrud, her daughter, and as Sif began to awaken she truly took a moment to take in her daughter.

She was massive. Thrud would never be a slim and trim girl but how she was now would have made her old self look like a twig. The Giant's Brew had altered her completely.

'And me as well,' Sif thought as she looked down at herself and saw the alternations to her body as well as her daughter's. They were both completely naked, their clothing destroyed from their growth and their lust. Their feet were bigger, something that Heimdall had always teased her about much to her irritation when she'd decided to become sober. Thick thighs were next, along with chunky rears that would make it now impossible to sit on a normal stool. Sif stared at her daughter's puffy pussy lips, coated in the dried juices of the barkeep, her own, and Sif's own saliva if she remembered the night before correctly. Above that was a truly amble gut... but no one would call her overweight because they wouldn't noticed thanks to her MASSIVE tits.

Sif looked down at her own clevage, which she'd been **** to shift in order to see much of her own body. They had been rather big before... fuck it, they had been monsterously huge... but now they were obscenely large. Her arms were wider and thicker, hands larger to help her handle her new form, and finally there was her wild mane of hair.

Sif looked at her daughter as Thrud murmured in her sleep, one hand reaching down to fondle her sex.

She knew in that moment that this was her last chance. The very final moment where she could change things. Swear to become sober again and **** Thrud as well. They probably would remain as tall as they were but she had found that her curves the last time had decreased a bit as time had ticked by so their was hope. Swear off the drink. The parties. The sex. All of it.

Her last chance.

Sif paused... before reaching down, grabbing a bottle of mead that was nearby, and popping the cork with her teeth before, with a smirk, she grabbed her sleepy daughter's hand and guided it to her snatch, groaning in pleasure as Thrud began to finger her even as she slept. Sif looked at the bottle and flashed a sad little smile.

"Sorry... I'm too weak," she said before she tilted her head back and drained the booze with a single swallow. When she snapped her head back down her smile was far more wild and free. "Fuck I needed that!" she declared as the last of her new self died, replaced once more by her Party Hard persona.

"Mmm..." Thrud murmured.

"Keep going baby," Sif whispered even as she pressed the empty bottle to her sex, collecting her juices as she began to gush under Thrud's skillful yet sleepy fingers. When the bottle was half full she grabbed another bottle of mead, pouring about half in before shaking it up.

"Mother..." Thrud asked sleepily.

"I have a nice drink for you... true 'Sif's Delight'." She handed the bottle to Thrud who took a hard pull, smacked her lips, and then looked at her mother with a naughty smirk.

"I've tasted that before," she teased, not stopping her fingers as she brought the bottle down to gather more of Sif's cum. "But maybe a blend..." she sat up and spread her legs wide, pulling away from Sif to finger herself.

Now fully corrupted by the Giant's Brew the two Whores of Asgard spent the rest of the day fucking themselves and each other, passing along drinks even as the barkeep laid completely comatose from the night with them.