Physically, way more than intended

Changes ripple through your four friends. Clothes tighten, with curves and bosoms swelling beneath them.

Yutong's breath hitches, and she gasps into her can.

Her loose jeans fill out at the thighs and hips, and she sprouts a few inches in height - the cuffs of her white jeans lift accordingly, unchanged, but feel more like a pair of capris than pants.

Yutong's flat chest developes in real time to fill out her pink Nintendo shirt - not incredibly so, but the difference is night and day. Meanwhile, the staid Nintendo logo vanishes, seamlessly replaced by a cute, lively pink-and-white Pikachu, while the bottom of the shirt trims upward. It stops after baring a few inches of midriff.

Yu's neck and facial features subtly rearrange - softening, sharpening, into a more attractive version of herself. Her glasses evaporate, opening up her face, and her hair grows to shoulder length. The dyed streak blooms till Yu's longer hair is a uniform shade of pink.

Suddenly, Yu is hot. And that's a sentiment that's never crossed your mind before.

Indigo groans throatily into her can, her transformation hitting her with a second's delay.

Her lips turn pink, and her white shirt and leggings ensemble merges and tightens into a bodysuit. The legs of the bodysuit then split from the body, leaving Indy's toned, dark hips bare, and her thighs clad in white stay-ups. Her sturdy dancing shoes extend into calf-high boots, in the process gaining an inch of heel where there was none. It's a risque outfit - not out of place at a rave - but still, damn.

Indy's body fills out next. Her hips, and especially breasts swell. Her chest was full before, but now - her girls are clearly the main show. Indy's legs gain a layer of extra softness, over her cheerleading gains. Her neck seems longer, lips fuller, and eyelashes thicker.

Sully gazes at his girlfriend with newfound intensity.

You, however, have eyes only for Jane.

Jane grunts under the effect of the Bimbo Juice, squeezing her eyes shut at the sensation.

Her stunning platinum blonde hair brightens like starlight and outgrows her beanie, the tips curling when it reaches the length of her jaw. Jane's previously slight breasts bobble outrageously outward against her tank, till it disappears outright, revealing the pink-white camouflage sports bra Jane's wearing beneath it. The sports bra struggles mightily against her newly enhanced chest. Jane's hips press outward too, skinny before, but pushing her shorts outward now, till the shorts transition into a brief, faded pink denim skirt, complete with grunge fringe.

A variety of bracelets suddenly adorn Jane's wrists, and beneath her arm, her skateboard turns into a simple folded scooter.

Finally, Jane's fit, tanned body - strong shoulders, legs, and abs - uniformly softens. Her toned stomach loses its definition, smoothing and flattening. Her arms and legs plump slightly, a thin layer of fat coating her muscles just beneath the skin.

This new, softer, sexier Jane exhales suddenly as if she'd been holding her breath.

Oh god. You always thought Jane was hot, but fuck. Seeing her reshape before your eyes...

A breathless moan beside you catches you off guard. Pearl, who you'd forgotten, finishes her own drink. The changes pulse through her own body when you turn.

Pearl's ubiquitous sweatshirt hoodie splits, shrinks, and inflates, turning into a puffy crop jacket with shiny synthetic sleeves. The change reveals the Power Wolf shirt Pearl's wearing beneath - not that you've ever seen Power Wolf written in pink, but it doesn't last long.

With changes flowing, the Power Wolf crest reshapes into a flat pink pop-art illustration of Billie Eilish in sweatshirt, skirt, and stockings, subtitled, Don't waste the time I don't have. The material of Pearl's top thins and tightens, and the neckline balloons outward, exposing a vast swath of Pearl's pale throat, collarbone, and chest.

Her shoes evolve into a pair of pink combat boots with white laces, and her baggy pink cargos pair down accordingly into form-fitting, high-waisted cargo shorts. The transformation likewise exposes her full calves and thighs.

Sweet Moses, top and bottom, Pearl's got curves!

You haven't seen this much of Pearl since you were freshmen taking PE together. She used to be a scrawny thing, till she started hiding herself in baggy clothes. Now you see why. Beneath the clothing, Pearl hid a full, buxom hourglass. Your surprise barely registers before the Bimbo Juice hits.

Pearl's boobs inflate tremulously. Ample cleavage fills up into, then chokes the wide neck of her shirt. Her already wide hips broaden, and her ass rounds out against the seat of her pants. The cargo shorts strain to contain Pearl's developing figure. The fabric digs into her doughy thighs and cuts into her soft, pudgy stomach, squeezing it into a muffin top just beneath her navel. The front button of her shorts protests under the pressure, but holds.

Taking her in, a wave of naked lust crashes into you, and your eyes bulge out of your head.