Perfect Girlfriend Juice Ch 06

Author's Note:

This story is a fun commission from one of my awesome Patrons. Standard disclaimer applies: this story contains fictional depictions of erotic scenarios, so act accordingly! All characters are at least eighteen, all situations are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to any real-life individuals or situations is entirely coincidental. Copyright Fidget, 2024. All rights reserved. Enjoy!

Perfect Girlfriend Juice

by Fidget

Chapter 6: A Loss of Stature

"And for the last group, Max and Ann."

Max groaned inwardly. Group projects were already bad enough, but randomly-assigned group projects were much worse. And randomly-assigned group projects where he had been paired with the most conceited, selfish, rude, stuck-up rich girl in class were his worst nightmare.

Class was dismissed, and Max cringed when the tall, leggy blonde approached him after class to get his information. He knew that Ann was widely considered attractive, with her short blonde hair and bright blue eyes, but she wasn't really his type even aside from her numerous personality flaws. Ann's six feet of height dwarfed Max's 5'9" stature, and she was flat as a board, with no tits or ass to speak of. But, Ann was tall, and blonde, and athletic, and though her white t-shirt and black yoga pants weren't doing her lack of curves any favors, Max could understand why the guys found her attractive even if he didn't share their opinion.

"Hey, whatever-your-name-is!" Ann commanded imperiously when she reached his table.

"Max."

"I literally don't care. Give me your address so that I can stop by sometime tonight and make sure you're doing my project right. And try to clean up your place before I get there, huh? I don't want any of your nerd funk getting on my clothes, since they probably cost more than your apartment does anyway."

Max's jaw tightened in anger. Just because he was highly intelligent didn't make him a nerd. In fact, he was in pretty good shape himself due to his work as a personal trainer in his free time, but it wasn't like telling Ann that would do him any good. Plus, the spoiled little princess's clothes very well could cost more than his apartment, so he just ignored her and gave her his address.

Max figured that going along with what Ann said whenever possible was probably the path of least resistance toward getting her out of his way; that way he could work on the project in peace and at least ensure himself a decent grade, even if it meant that he was helping Ann in the process. Maybe this was one of those classes where there was a post-project survey where he could put her on blast or something.

True to form, Ann arrived just after Max had finished working out that evening, and so he hadn't had time to change out of his sweaty workout clothes.

She forced her way in, looked around his apartment disapprovingly, and loudly declared, "Your place is a dump!"

Max had to bury his indignation once more. His place was definitely not a dump; in fact, it was pretty tidy most of the time. He did have some dirty gym clothes draped over a chair from a session the night before, which probably didn't smell great, but it wasn't like Ann had given him any warning about when she was going to show up, and Max wasn't going to deep-clean for Ann of all people anyway.

"Whatever, let's just get to work," the stuck-up bitch huffed, before slouching into a chair by Max's computer and looking at him expectantly.

Yeah,

let's

get to work

, Max thought to himself sarcastically, rolling his eyes as he sat down and opened his browser to do some initial research for the project.

Now that Max was so close to Ann, he noticed that she actually smelled really nice. Her shampoo and lotion gave her a pleasing, spring-y scent, but it didn't change the fact that he wasn't really attracted to her. Or the fact that she was a rude, spoiled rich girl.

And, as he quickly discovered, Ann was nowhere near as enamored with his scent as he was with hers.

"Ewww Max, you stink!" she exclaimed, sliding away and leaning as far over the edge of her chair away from him as she could without falling out.

"I just finished working out! If you had let me know when you were coming over I could have showered!"

But Ann wasn't having any of it. She eventually got up from her chair entirely and retreated to the couch at the other end of the living room. Max immediately missed her pleasant scent, which just made him angrier at the absurdity of her rudeness.

"Ugh, that's awful." Ann began an exaggerated gagging motion in his direction and grabbed a can of energy drink that she noticed sitting on Max's coffee table in front of her. "I need something to cover up the stink of your nerd funk!"

She popped the top and took a large swig as Max watched with disbelief. Who just helped themselves to someone else's stuff like that? Project or no, he didn't think he'd be able to put up with much more of Ann's bullshit.

Ann flinched a bit after her large gulp of the carbonated liquid, surprised at the strong, tangy bubblegum flavor saturating her taste receptors. "What the hell is this stuff!? I guess it makes sense that your drinks taste as bad as you smell!"

"I have no idea what that is," Max replied mildly. "They were handing them out on campus today, so I just grabbed one. I didn't even look at it, really."

And maybe if you didn't just take other people's things without asking, you wouldn't have any complaints about what you got.

"Perfect Girlfriend Juice??" Ann burst out once she'd taken the time to read the can. "What are you, some sort of pervert?" Just at that moment, however, Ann felt a strange sensation of warmth spreading through her body, followed by an unexpected, growing curiosity about Max.

For all of her flaws, Ann wasn't stupid, and the tall blonde immediately realized that the Juice was affecting her somehow. She read the can again as a wave of dizziness passed over her. Maybe the growing interest in Max meant that this crap was trying to turn

her

into Max's Perfect Girlfriend somehow?

Ann had to stifle a laugh at the ridiculousness of that idea. She was far too good for someone like Max - he was significantly shorter than she was, for one thing, and he was poor, and he even

smelled

bad. Whatever this stuff was, there was literally zero chance that it could bring someone like her down to Max's level.

She watched him working in his chair, his back now pointedly toward her as he did all of the work on her project. Her tongue was still tingling with bubblegum flavor.

What would a gross nerd like Max even

want

in a woman?

she found herself idly wondering.

Probably some ugly nerd girl so that they could do nerd things and be unpopular together

, she thought with a giggle.

Even so, the thought of what it would feel like to be an ugly, nerdy girl herself forced itself into her mind, causing Ann to recoil in disgust at the thought.

Nice try, weird bubblegum shit, but there's no way I would ever go out with a short nerd like him, even if he is kinda cute.

The feeling of curiosity refused to go away, however, despite her resolve. In fact, it continued to grow stronger inside her the more she tried to ignore it, and it wasn't long before the urge to know about Max's Perfect Girlfriend was more than even Ann could resist.

Her mouth opened of its own accord, but she told herself that her desire to know was just so that she could use the information against him later. There was no way that someone like her would ever legitimately

want

to know what someone like Max found attractive in women. Even so, she felt the words spilling out.

"Hey, uh, Max, what do you look for in a girl?"

Max was immediately suspicious of the question, but he finally decided that even if this was some sort of trick, he had put up with enough of Ann's shit for one day.

"Well, I like them to not be a stuck-up bitch, for one," he said matter-of-factly, not even bothering to turn toward Ann as he responded. He went back to work and tried not to think about how this was going to come back to bite him in the ass later.

That makes sense

, Ann thought to herself.

Nobody would be interested in a stuck-up bitch.

She found herself wondering whether

she

were a stuck-up bitch, though she told herself that she was only interested in the question intellectually. It had nothing to do with Max.

She quickly concluded that, no, of

course

she wasn't a bitch. She was just fully aware that she was better than other people, and was self-confident and honest enough to let them know it.

Still, it was possible that Max had misunderstood her, and that he

mistakenly

interpreted her natural superiority as bitchiness. Inexplicably, the thought chilled Ann. All of a sudden it seemed oddly important to her that Max knew that she wasn't really a stuck-up bitch.

Well, she had plenty of experience playing nice to get what she wanted, so that shouldn't be much of a problem.

"Hey Max, um, can I help you with the project?" Ann asked sweetly. She stood up and walked back over to the computer, past the Perfect Girlfriend Juice still sitting on the coffee table.

Ann pulled up a chair next to Max once again, trying to hide her disgust at the smell of the sweat drying on his body. Once she'd played nice for a while and had him wrapped around her little finger, she'd have to do something about his hygiene.

Max did a mental double-take at the tall blonde's unexpected offer to help with the project, but he made sure not to let his surprise show. He knew that there was no way that Ann genuinely wanted to help, but until he figured out what her game was, there wasn't really a reason to say no. So, he briefly caught her up on his initial research, and she sat beside him listening attentively, and when he asked her to take notes, she did so without complaint.

As the two worked, Max once again appreciated the sweet scent of Ann's body, but he soon noticed that she was still leaning away from him in her chair slightly, ostensibly due to his own smell. Once again Max felt the burn of self-conscious embarrassment at still wearing his sweaty gym clothes. Maybe that was her angle - maybe she was being nice and helpful so that she could subtly make him feel worse about smelling bad.

Max experienced a brief flash of indignant anger at that thought. No,

Ann

was the one who had shown up unannounced, so if she's uncomfortable with it, that's on her.

In the meantime, Ann was surprised to discover just how good it felt to be nice to Max. It gave her an addictive, almost sexual thrill, and it wasn't long before she was smiling and flirting at her partner in spite of his smell.

Soon I'll have him right where I want him

, she told herself, though she wasn't quite sure what she meant by that. She didn't notice that her behavior was feeling more natural by the second. The bubblegum tingle had almost completely disappeared from her tongue.

Max was enjoying the attention in spite of himself, but he was growing increasingly suspicious as well.

Wow, when she turns on the charm, she's practically a different person

, he thought to himself.

This must be why the professors are so willing to give her good grades

. He felt a fresh burst of indignation at the unfairness of it all, but he couldn't deny that the project was going much more smoothly now that Ann had inexplicably begun being nice to him, and he was determined to get as much out of it as he could, regardless of the consequences later.

Even so, the question of

why

Ann was suddenly being nice to him continued to rattle around his head. He couldn't see any way that her current behavior would lead to any benefit for her. He could understand flirting with him as some sort of leverage in lieu of helping with the project, but she was being nice to him

and

helping with the project.

Beside him, Ann was grappling with her own private battle. Now that she'd settled into a rhythm of being nice and helpful to Max to prove that she wasn't a stuck-up bitch, she'd noticed that insatiable curiosity to know more about Max's Perfect Girlfriend growing inside her once again. And, once again, she stubbornly refused to do anything about it.

She was too good for Max, too good for this stupid Juice, and she refused to lower herself to acknowledging what was happening, much less do something beneath her like running away, or worse, asking Max of all people for help.

Still, Ann couldn't deny that Max's looks and stature weren't as bad as she'd originally thought. In fact, now that she thought about it, he was pretty close to being her type. His shortness no longer bothered her; that just made him cuter. His low social status was oddly endearing. Plus, by this point she'd noticed the surprising amount of muscle under his workout clothes, and couldn't deny her physical reaction to the sight. If only he didn't

smell

so bad! She found herself wondering if he had a girlfriend, one who wasn't a stuck-up bitch, and this time the voice inside her head telling her how much better she was than him remained silent.

Maybe I can get Max to make

me

his Girlfriend

, she thought idly to herself as her still-growing need to become whatever Max wanted continued to pulse through her body. That thought was too much, however - the Juice had pushed too far too fast, and the sheer outlandishness of the idea shocked her back to reality and made her take stock of her situation.

She was thinking

fondly

of an unpopular loser like Max, of all things! Worse, she was

flirting

with him! Unironically, even! But the worst part was how she was finding it increasingly difficult to even be grossed out by that thought!

Ann could no longer deny that the Juice was affecting her, regardless of whether she thought that it

should

be able to affect her. It occurred to Ann that she should have run away when she had the chance, as soon as she'd felt the Juice's effects, but she'd been too conceited to escape, or to even plan any countermeasures at all.

Now it was too late - her mind was all fucked up, and it was unthinkable to leave Max before she'd learned more about what he liked in a woman, so that the Juice could involuntarily force her to take on those qualities herself.

The Juice apparently didn't realize how much better Ann was than Max (

Am I really, though?

), or if it did, it just didn't care. Ann had been wrong about the Juice not being able to force someone like her down to Max's level - it was quickly becoming very clear that it was quite capable of having its way with her, and with the way she was already thinking about Max, it was also becoming clear that she wasn't strong enough to resist. Perversely, the stuck-up blonde was even beginning to look forward to her debasement, and couldn't wait to see how Max changed her next.

Her curiosity had become too strong to ignore.

I should have run away.

She was already opening her mouth again, could feel her thin, severe lips forming the words.

"So, what do you find attractive in a girl, like, physically?" There it was. The sound waves had left her mouth now, and there was no way to call them back.

Max's glance over at Ann was full of suspicion, but her blue eyes were wide with what appeared to be naive curiosity.

Well, if all of this is a ploy, and I'm going to regret it later anyway, I might as well strike first.

"Well, I'm

definitely

not attracted to tall blondes that are flat as a board!" Max said pointedly, and Ann again felt cold shock flow through her.

He doesn't think I'm attractive!

She hated how much that thought bothered her, but Max hadn't finished yet.

"I like short girls with big tits and even bigger asses," Max said, staring the tall, spoiled brat straight in the eye.

How typical

, Ann thought to herself, glad to see that she could still feel a small measure of disgust at just how basic the horny loser's sexual tastes were.

Still, as the Juice continued to pound in her head, Ann couldn't deny that Max was making at least a bit of sense. In her weaker moments she'd often stood in front of the mirror, wishing that she wasn't quite so flat, hoping that her tits would grow a cup size or two, and that her ass would fill out her black workout tights a bit better. And even though she'd always loved how tall she was, she couldn't deny that it severely limited her dating options, and it had occurred to her once or twice to wish that she was

a bit

shorter.

Ann hadn't noticed yet, but the Juice had already begun to change her. Even as her tits perked up and her ass began to swell, Ann found herself thinking that it wouldn't be so bad to change just a little, to lose a couple inches in height, and to grow some tits and ass that a boyfriend could

really

wrap his hands around. Not

too

much though; she didn't want to reward Max's pervy desires.

The two got back to work. Max pointedly ignored their previous exchange, and Ann was preoccupied with thoughts of how great it would be to be shorter, bustier, and thicker. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more it almost felt like her body was willing Max's preferences to become reality. She could swear that the chair felt more comfortable, as though she were sitting on a slightly thicker cushion. Similarly, it seemed like her tits suddenly felt heavier, and that they protruded further into her vision than she remembered. She'd never lower herself to grabbing her tits in front of someone like Max, but she couldn't help but glance down and confirm that her chest was indeed larger.

Her body seized up with panic. Not only was the Juice invading her mind - it was changing her body as well, causing her to grow big tits and a fat ass like some basic slut! At the same time, however, a small but growing part of Ann urged her transformation to continue. She

wanted

Max to be sexually attracted to her, so that she could become his Perfect Girlfriend and let him take her any way he pleased.

Max caught the slight stiffening of the girl's body out of the corner of his eye, and briefly followed her gaze down to her chest. He let his eyes linger for a second, taking in the small but pleasing curve of Ann's breasts.

As focused on Max as Ann was at the moment, she couldn't help but notice him glancing at her tits, and found herself sticking her chest out a bit in response. She really wanted Max to like her tits and ass. She didn't

want

to want Max to like them, but she did anyway.

Meanwhile, Max was just confused. He was sure that he wasn't attracted to Ann, but something about her figure was now really catching his attention, making his eyes want to roam over the tall blonde's body in a way that they hadn't before. If anything, Ann looked... fuller than she had before, and in all the right ways. Maybe it was just the way she was sitting.

Still, the indentations of her tits seemed significantly larger against her tight white t-shirt, and even though he hadn't moved the chairs, he could now feel Ann's hip and thigh gently pressing against his own.

It also occurred to him how much nicer Ann had been to him for the past twenty minutes or so. Inexplicably nice, but with no apparent way to use that to take advantage of him. Heck, she'd legitimately

helped

him, and had even come up with a few good ideas that hadn't occurred to him.

...And it had all started after she drank the Perfect Girlfriend Juice.

No way. That's not possible

, Max thought to himself. Still, the coincidence was uncanny. Ann had asked him what he looked for in a woman after drinking it, and as soon as he had specified not being a stuck-up bitch, Ann had immediately started being nicer to him. And then after he'd said he liked short, busty girls with thick asses, suddenly Ann seemed noticeably bustier and thicker than she had before.