On a foggy night, one gambling vice loving dog in San Francisco meets up with some old poker buddies. Charlie Barkin downed a bunch of beers, laughing it up with some poker buddies. He was on a roll and couldn’t be stopped. “Another round of drinks! It’s on me, cause I’m wiping the floor with all of you” the cocky dog announced. One particularly angry dog spoke to the bartender, giving him a vial. “Make sure he sleeps with the fishes” the dog said as the bartender took the vial and a sweaty wad of cash from the dog. What he didn’t know was that this particular vial was not poison but a powerful growth serum. After another round of poker the bartender gave everyone their beer, but Charlie’s had a whole vial of the growth serum poured into it. “Cheers boys” Charlie said as he downed his beer in half a second, getting absolutely wasted. As he prepared to start the next round something strange happened. Charlie felt a pain in his gut and doubled over. Thinking it was the poison, the border collie who had asked the bartender to spike the drink grinned until he saw Charlie slowly gain 3 inches in height right before his eyes. “What the hell?” The collie said as he stared at Charlie before the drunk German Shepherd spurted up another 4 inches. Charlie slurred his speech as he spoke “Whet ther heck us heppernin? Brrrrp” he let out a burp that let the others know he was absolutely wasted if the slurring of his words didn’t tip them off before. As the dogs backed away from the drunk and growing dog, Charlie shot up another foot and a half. The spurts were clearly getting stronger. “Thus feels gooooood” Charlie said before letting out another burp and shooting up another foot. “Don’t just stand there idiots! We gotta get outta here!” the border collie who caused this shouted. However before they could make a run for the door, Charlie shot up a full 13 feet. His paws pinned the dogs up against the wall. “Mmmmm, hey. You’re ull smoll” Charlie slurred, only now noticing he was growing. At this point the bartender came back out and was stunned to find that most of his bar was filled up with Charlie. “Hah, smoll luttle bartender, scurred to death, Brrrrp” Charlie stuck his paw in the bartender’s face and kicked him over the counter, knocking him out. Charlie’s old poker buddies begged for Charlie to take it easy, but Charlie was too drunk to care. His next spurt broke him through the roof and walls of the bar. He looked out at San Francisco before him and giggled in the way that only a drunk dog would. He got up and accidentally crushed his old poker buddies under his paw, walking out into the city. Charlie drunkenly stumbled into the heart of San Francisco, shooting up one final time to 100 feet tall.
Copyright 2000 - 2025 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.60 seconds at 9:14am on May 13, 2025 via server WEBX2.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author
