"If you're also up for it, definitely!"

Your answer is all the confirmation Jane needs to take a sip from her soda, making sure not to break eye contact with you.

The first gulp causes her to involuntarily close her eyes as if for a sneeze. When she opens them, they've changed color from their normal warm hazel to a vibrant emerald green.

Her next involuntary action is to throw back her head and squeeze the seductive solution from the can directly into her mouth. A lot of spillage runs across the side of her face and drips down to her shoulders, splashing onto the collarbones exposed by her tank top and trickling further down into her widening cleavage. It's as though the fabric of her top is dodging the incoming liquid, reshaping from a rather high and flat neckline into a deep V. Simultaneously, the forming dress is pushed outward by a pulsating swell underneath, threatening to burst or slip down her shoulders with each pulse but keeping its balance throughout.

You notice strands of wavy red hair intruding into the scene and pooling on the newly-formed ledge. As you follow them to their origin, you notice that Jane's former pixie cut has grown out to beyond her shoulders, and its color has taken on a vibrancy that you would call "unrealistic" if you saw it in a hair dye commercial. All of it is framing a face that's currently transitioning from "cute girl next door" via "cute snapstagram model" straight into "cute goddess of tenderness and affection".

The goddess you see before you crushes the can in her hand to get the last few drops of liquid into her waiting mouth, licks her lips and refocuses her gaze at you. With the the same energy you've always admired about her, she throws her arms over your shoulders and brings her mouth up to yours in a hug and kiss.

After an initial moment of shock, you start kissing her back and letting your hands glide down her back. The changes aren't quite done back there yet, and you can feel her hair racing your hands downward, catching up to them about mid-back. You give it a gentle tug and it responds by accelerating its growth and coming to rest just above her butt while her hands pull your head more tightly into the kiss.

Having felt your way all the way down her back, you grab her butt cheeks in both of your hands and give them a gentle squeeze. Even there, the flesh adapts to your pressure by expanding against it, adding an equal amount tight muscle tissue for every bit of soft fat that rushes to welcome your groping.

You notice that Jane is straining her neck upward quite a bit to maintain the greedy kiss she's locked you in, and try to help her by grabbing her newly-rounded cushion from below and lifting a bit. She feels lighter than you expect and you don't have to bend your neck down as far as before. When you let go with your hands, you realize that her feet have remained planted on the ground the whole way, and it was her legs that just grew by one or two inches. Intrigued, you repeat the process and bring her up to eye level with you.

Jane finally breaks your kiss and takes a few deep breaths. "Whew, that was awesome! I feel like I could run a marathon uphill with these legs!"

You take a step back to take them in in all their glory, then on the way back up your eyes get caught on two even better features. "You're gorgeous, Jane" is all you can say before going in yourself, planting kisses all the way down her neck and before long finding yourself with your tongue on top of her cleavage.

There's a taste on her chest that's not just her skin or sweat, and you know she doesn't wear perfume. It's sweet, with strong notes of fruits and berries. You pull her chest toward you, greedily licking every accessible square inch of skin, but it doesn't satisfy you. You have to have more.

"Chase? What's gotten into you?" Jane asks with a giggle.

"You taste so good!"

She traces a finger between her slick breasts and licks it off. "Oh, there's some of the soda still on there!"

You pick up the crushed can and take a deep whiff. It's the same scent, but a lot stronger. You shake it upside-down and manage to get a few last drops between your lips, enjoying the fizz that's left in them. When there's clearly nothing left, you come to your senses enough to realize the nature of the liquid you've been ingesting. "Oh no. That's girlfriend soda."