Slut-making Soda: Becoming his
This work was inspired by Fidget, and their perfect girlfriend juice series. Im a fan of the works, and do not wish to plagiarize in any way. Please check out Fidget1 or Fidgetwrites if you like these kinds of stories! This is also my first story so go easy on me if its trash :p
Kelsey was walking home from her college courses, grumbling about the homework that her professor had assigned over the weekend. It was absurd! He wanted a five thousand page report submitted by midnight Sunday, and he had sprung this on the class just minutes before the end of the day! She was beyond pissed, as her and her boyfriend Sam had made plans to watch a movie at her house, and she was hoping he would stay the weekend with her.
Now those plans were ruined completely. As she walked down the sidewalk, kicking rocks and sticks, she decided to take a brief detour to the convenience store just a few blocks away to grab an energy drink or two, and get a little more time in the fresh air. She sighed as she began dreading the long weekend of writing ahead of her.
"Sometimes being an english major just isn't worth it." she thought to herself.
Eventually she saw the old faded sign poking out over the sidewalk, its neon; long degraded and barely working. 'Lenny's Convenience'. She never liked going there. Especially since the owner, Lenny, was such a sleeze. He always made prude comments about any woman who dared to step foot in his shoddy little shop. Anytime Kelsey entered she was quick to grab what she wanted and get the hell out of there before he got too bold, and today was no different. Opening the door, the familiar musty smell wafted into her nose as she entered.
"Yep, there's that old Lenny's smell." she thought to herself as she made her way past the cheap racks of twinkies, bread, sugar, and other random necessities that he kept stocked up. As she made her way to the fridges in the back, his raspy, slightly drunken voice threw some uncomfortably vulgar words her way, to which she mostly ignored. Looking in the fridge, her hand was about to grab hold of her favorite brand for these kinds of writing frenzies (Red Dog Energy) when something new and colorful caught her eye.
"Of course Lenny would order something as misogynistic as this!" she thought as she picked up the hot pink can. There she held 'Slut-making Soda'. Kelsey scoffed at the absurdity of it. What marketing department in their right mind approved of something like this? While she was busy reading the can, Lenny moved from behind the desk, and saw what she was holding.
"Pretty can aint it?" He asked. "Salesman gave me 10 cans to try for free, shit tastes like pineapple... I hate pineapple!" He feigned gagging to strengthen his point. Kelsey for her part just stared at him, hoping he would go away. Lenny didn't notice and kept talking "Yeah... doubt I'll be selling any of it with how shitty it tastes, but i've got nine left, so tell ya what, you bat your eyes real nice for me and I'll let ya take one home. Free of charge! how's that sound?" He gave her a yellowed smile and checked her out while he waited on her response. Kelsey wasn't the most stunning girl on her campus, that was for sure. But Kelsey was happy with her body. She stood at 4'8", and although her brunette hair was unkempt, and she was a little pudgy around her middle, she exuded confidence. Kelsey, realizing what Larry was doing, was disgusted and quickly responded with
"How about I just take my business elsewhere you perv."
"Fine, fine, just take it, I'm throwing em out anyways. Can't blame a guy for trying can you?" He laughed, his beer tainted breath hitting her nose and making her stomach churn. Kelsey didn't need to be told twice that she could go, she stuffed the can into her bag and muttered a quick "thank you." before dashing out of the store, avoiding any more comments from him. As she walked home, she decided to look the can over a little more, and as she did so she saw in cursive right below the label, what she assumed to be the company's slogan. 'Become His ideal Slut'. She visibly frowned as she read it
"Jesus, this has to be some kind of sick joke, something the college guys just throw on their shelves for decoration." She thought to herself, slipping it back into her bag and speeding up her pace to get home before dark.
Kelsey sat at her desk, stuck on her first page not knowing what to write. Her mind just kept wandering back to the hot pink can now sitting in her minifridge. She wasn't really thirsty but the mystery of the drink and her morbid curiosity was beginning to get the better of her. Lenny had said its flavor was pineapple, but the way he gagged made her think it had to be horrible. Kelsey sat for a few more minutes pondering whether she should even try it before deciding she may as well so she could get the repulsive can out of her room.
Pulling it out of the fridge, She looked it over, laughing at the packaging once more. The words 'Become His ideal Slut' stared back at her once more, and she thought about how Sam always told her that she was perfect just how she was. Kelsey had met Sam in high school, and the couple had not been apart since. She just loved his thick black hair, and his sweet demeanor, but most importantly she loved his thick 9 inch cock. She thought once again how pissed she was that she would need to write an essay instead of spending the weekend with him.
Once she got done grieving her ruined weekend once more, Kelsey cracked open the can with a satisfying hiss. The first thing she noticed was the smell. It was absolutely heavenly! Kelsey could barely contain herself as she huffed the aroma quickly filling her room. It was making her head spin, and she felt her heart rate increase slightly as she breathed in more and more of the intoxicating fumes. She was too busy enjoying the scent to notice that she was beginning to rub her thighs together as the soda began to work its chemical magic on her.