Strong

Casually, you approach Yutong.

Remember - she'd want to do this for science. And it'll be good for her to cut loose.

"Here's a brand I think would suit you," you tell Yutong, offering her the can of **** Life Twist. "It was supposed to be a non-alcoholic drink to help people relax at parties."

Yutong turns from the main conversation, so it's just you and her in your little bubble. "A non-alcoholic party drink?" she asks, intrigued by the concept. But she turns the can over and frowns. "**** Life Twist - what the heck? Is this for real? And I thought Bimbo Juice was bad..."

Nervousness rises in your chest. "Become a **** to the flavor was the marketing angle," you improv. "Hey. There's a reason Popple Quench went out of business."

"Still, I'm not sure it's safe to drink these," says Yu, fretting.

"Worst comes to worst, you can always throw it up," you offer. "But Pearl liked hers. I mixed this one specifically for you. But if you don't want it..."

Yu glances anxiously at you, then at the rest of your friends. Your approval - everybody's approval - is clearly important to her.

She adjusts her glasses, despite them being perfectly centered on her cherubic face. "No, no. It - it should be okay to try a sip," she reasons. Cautiously, she pops the can open and tilts it slowly back, aiming to get the tiniest taste possible of the oily black soda within.

"This is... disgusting," says Yutong, shuddering and making a face. "It tastes a little like... like gasoline. I'd wonder if one of the pipes in the machine is broken but... it's kind of... there's another flavor underneath that..." She licks her lips, unable to figure out what she's tasting.

In thought, Yutong tries a second, slightly more committed sip.

But the sip turns into a swallow, then a gulp, and without planning to, Yu starts downing the whole can of **** Life Twist like it's liquid gold. Her eyes shoot wide open in alarm, but she can't stop drinking.

Your friends notice what Yu's doing.

Jane's concerned. "Woah, slow it down, Yu."

Pearl, still pink, is unsurprised. "Is that more Bimbo Juice? Stuff's liquid crack."

Yutong doesn't heed the commentary. She downs the whole can in seconds, gulp after gulp.

Inevitably - to your wonder and delight - the more Yutong drinks, the more she changes, as with Pearl before her. Before your eyes, Yu's clothes darken, grow indistinct, and extend over her body.

Yutong's Nintendo t-shirt turns solid black and spreads into a thin, wide-necked, long-sleeved shirt, the logo vanishing entirely. Her jean capris reduce upwards into a flimsy little pair of cutoffs shorts. Meanwhile, her ankle socks blacken and race up Yu's legs to cover the voided space, covering her thighs and disappearing under the hems of her brief shorts. Her tennis shoes, meanwhile, reform into a pair of suede zippered ankle boots, in black, complete with chunky 4-inch heels that push her nearly as tall as Pearl.

The materials of Yutong's new top and leggings homogenize as they merge into a black catsuit. Her little denim shorts (previously full-length jeans) stay overtop the catsuit, however, clinging to her narrow hips. The extremities of the smoky bodystocking's sleeves extend to Yu's knuckles, and its legs run seamlessly into her new boots.

The blue streak disappears from Yutong's hair, leaving it a uniform inky black. Her glasses vanish outright, and suddenly, eyeliner and a heavy dose of eyeshadow darken her gaze. Yutong's hair abruptly shears off in the back, exposing the nape of her neck. Her bangs reform neat and choppy, lending her bob a chic, edgy tilt.

Finally, a collar - black leather, doubled with chain - circles Yu's throat, which has been left bare and exposed by her wide-necked bodystocking. The dual circlet of the collar fastens to a ring inlaid at the front, snapping together with an audible, metallic click.

The bodystocking, already tight and thin, thins even further, its material turning hazy and almost translucent, especially where it's pulled tight. Yu's legs, shoulders, and petite breasts are especially on display - if Yu was wearing a bra before, it's vanished entirely. Looking closely, with good light, you can just barely make out the naked curves of Yu's slight breasts, as well as her her dark, coin-sized areolas, through the suit.

Yutong, now complete in her daring, tight black ensemble, exudes a grace, sexuality, and femininity you've never before felt from her. She sinks into her body like wine poured into a glass - the glass suddenly attractive by is contents. Was Yutong always so pretty without glasses? Her features, which felt simple before to you, now feel timeless.

Your body responds instantly to the display, your arousal building pressure against your jeans.

Draining the last drop of the **** Juice, **** Yutong licks her lips and opens her dark, smoky eyes, as if for the first time.