The pink soda was pomegranate-flavoured, and surprisingly good. The moment Miguel set the empty bottle down, a pleasant ticklish feeling began in his stomach. Naturally he started to giggle, then to laugh as the sensation spread, and was just about to guffaw when he burst into countless drops of lavender-coloured soda that splashed onto the tiled floor.
It took him a few moments to realise he was still alive. He was a puddle of soda - he could taste it - but he was still alive. Too stunned and horny to react rationally, he tried to get up. A wave rippled across his fizzing surface. Realising he still had control of his body, he willed the puddle he'd become to flow back together...
And achieved very little. He could move small amounts of himself easily enough, but whenever he tried to control more than a handful of liquid at a time it'd fall apart. He was just too horny to concentrate on more than that, because he kept thinking about an incredibly hot girl, and that girl was him. Him as he'd looked just before he'd exploded: An incredibly hot, incredibly horny girl with a smile on her face, and breasts bigger than her head, huge and perky and soft-looking, with erect nipples that begged to be sucked, perfect for sinking your hands into-
A pair of perfectly-formed soda breasts was peeking out of his puddle, as if an incredibly hot girl was hiding just under the surface. He'd sculpted them without really thinking about it, like doodling on a notepad during a phone call. Maybe, he dared hope, there was an incredibly hot girl waiting in there? He focused as hard has he could on remembering how his new body had looked and felt...
A girl's face soon formed from the soda near the breasts, her soda eyelids blinking open to reveal lavender soda eyes. Her whole head followed, tilting to look "down" at her breasts where they stuck out of the puddle - and smiled how easy it was. Building a body this way felt instinctive, like the lavender soda wanted to be girl-shaped, even more than it wanted to behave like soda.
She sat up, more soda flowing together to form her slender torso and arms. Planting her hands on the floor at her sides, she lifted herself up a little, her subtly curved butt and dripping pussy coming into view; then raised one long, smooth leg out of the soda, stomped its foot on the ground, and stood up in one motion, her other leg reforming as she went-
And Miguel was once again standing by the kitchen counter, admiring his sexy new body's reflection in the refrigerator door. Besides being made of soda now, he didn't look too different - though, his hair was a little longer, and - were his breasts bigger?
Even as he had the thought, they swelled before his eyes, soda flowing into them from elsewhere in his body. As a puddle of soda, he'd been too stunned and panicked to feel anything. Reformed into a girl, he realised he could feel everything - every tiny bubble spiralling upward through this body, passing through his butt, his sensitive breasts and nipples and clit, every swirl and eddy of soda flowing through his sexy, perfect body...
A thirsty smile spread across his face, and he willed his breasts to shrink back to head-sized, letting the soda flowing from them go to his hips, then to lengthen his legs... Then he stopped concentrating, and his body flowed back to its default proportions. He could customize this body now! It took a little mental effort, but far less than it had to control parts of himself as a puddle.
He was girlier and sexier than he's ever been before in his life, and it felt good. He was made out of living, sparkling, lavender soda. He was ready for another round.
He couldn't wait to see how Min, Becca, and Mark would react.
Sat Mar 07 00:14:45 2020