Soda TG

The soda slapped into Jackson's hand, cold and fresh from Jami's refrigerator. He glanced up at his friend, smiling slightly in appreciation he took off the cap, and took a sip. It felt like ice going down his throat, making him choke for a moment before it passed through his system.

"What?" demanded Jami, poking him in the ribs when his hacking coughs had calmed down. "That how you say thanks, when your best friend gets you a drink?"

He smiled sheepishly, before grimacing at the bottle. "I'd more thankful if I wasn't sure you were planning on killing me. What sorta drink did you give me?"

"Oh, you know," she shrugged, smiling a little back as she draped her arm around him, steering him down the street as they walked away from her house. "Just the usual stuff from my dad's experiment cabinet…" She grabbed the bottle of the bottle when his grip slackened, lifting it up and into his open mouth as he choked down a couple more mouthfuls.

"What the hell did you do that for?" he snapped, snatching the bottle from her grip. His arm tensed as if to throw it away, but he didn't let it go as a chill settled in his stomach. "What's it gonna do to me?"

"Relax," she laughed, pushing the bottle towards his mouth as he shied away "The really bad stuffs all elsewhere. It won't kill ya, it will quench your thirst, and I wouldn't have picked it out if I didn't think it would be fun."

"You… you can't just…" he stared at her, openmouthed. "What are you… Am I gonna end up with cat eras or, something?" he snapped, after a moment. "God, you can't just go around and… And…  You're supposed to tell me before you slip me experimental drugs!" he whined, wincing a little internally at how he sounded. "You always tell me!"

"You've usually asked," she pointed out. "Come on - usual deal. We take pictures, and dad lets you take home a share of the advertising when its time to release the stuff to the public. Same as always."

"But you were supposed to tell me," he pouted, not caring that he sounded childish as he took another swing. He shivered a little as it passed through him. "You still haven't told me what it does," he added, surprised to find the bottle pressing against his lips again when he finished speaking. He kept an eye on her grin as he gulped it down, the cold see0ping across his body as his flesh began to crawl. He gasped, grip tightening around it as his legs buckled, a groan of pain escaping his lips when he felt his pants loosening around him. He took another sip of it, the first traces of worry kicking in as the soda bubbled its way down his throat.

He could feel his arms shrinking down, his hand shaking a little as he took another sip. "I-I can't stop," he whispered, another poke in the ribs by Jami sending the sensations rippling through his skin again as his waist caved in. He watched his shirt began to push outwards, unwilling to comprehend it even as he tipped his head back for another gulp. He couldn't ignore the sensations, though, the way his nipples rubbed against the rough cloth. He gasped in pleasure this time, twin sensations moving their way down to his groin as he poured more soda into his open mouth. He could feel it pulling inside of him, back arching as his groin emptied itself of all familiarity. His pants slid down around his knees as the last drips of soda fell down his throat, He could feel his butt burning, the underwear bursting at the seems as his thighs thickened.

He blushed at the feel of the breeze between his legs, his fingers hesitantly reaching below to tap against his inner thigh. She squirmed at the undeniable alien sensations that made her skin crawl, head dipping back at the sudden heat the passed through her system. Her head flew back, hair growing down to swirl between her legs. She shivered as it brushed between her groin, Jami's knowing look making her face heat. It got worse, the bones shifting as her organs moved.

She bent down, feeling her nipples strain against her grey shirt as she picked up her pants, yanking the too big clothes  up around her widened hips. She blushed again as she glanced at Jami, a little bit of anger peeking through her embarrassment.  "I'm a girl," she pointed out, unnecessarily as her nipples began to press out through the cloth.

"For the next twenty four hours," confirmed Jami, grinning a little as she took off her jacket. She slung it over Jackie's shoulders before adding, "It'll be permanent if you decide to take another drink. You can think about it when we're going clothes shopping."

"I don't wanna go clothes shopping! I want a cure! I don't need to think about it!" He crossed his arms, to stubborn to take them down when he realized they were making his shirt stretch out more. Jami pressed them down for him.

"You're slipping too heavily into your role," she warned, kissing him briefly on the lips. "I want you sane when you make that bottle choice. Now, come on, let's go clothes shopping."

"I already told you," Jackie muttered, cutting off when Jami kissed her on the lips. Her expression slackened as the girl slipped her tongue inside, teasing a little before slipping out. Her heart beat a bit faster as her friend grinned at her.

"We can take pics making out if it goes well," she promised, grabbing Jackie's unresisting hand and pulling her along.

"Soooo…" she whispered, after a moment. "You said something about another soda…?"