Pepsi Girl

Chicks who drink Pepsi usually have dicks.

Chapter 1 by FoulFiend FoulFiend

You wake up, so the morning is already off to a bad start. Regardless, with some struggling kicks and tumbles, you get out of bed wobbling onto your two little feet. With some yawns and overly long stretches, your eyes open up to the girl in your mirror. First thing you notice is her black shoulder length hair, wonderfully soft looking and well kept considering she was asleep for 10 hours. The second thing you notice is her dick. Your panties, very much useless in the morning, cradle your sack, your dark and itchy pubes beginning to make an unwelcome return, your stiff healthy cock standing 7½ inches proud. You smugly giggle, thinking of all the dude bros who wish they had your girly dick. But they don't, so congrats. Aside from two equally noticeable traits, your lil tits might as well not be on your body, b-cups are the new a-cups after all. Finally, that girl in the mirror stands at 4 foot 8 inches. This made your life a living hell until you realized girls don't mind hugging other girls, even if your face is right in their tits, they rarely mind if you feel their hips! They really mind if you rub your bulge against their snatch so you stopped doing that. Oh, and finally, your name is Gwyn, cute? Fuck yeah it's cute.

But you didn't wake up to look at the mirror and give exposition, you woke up to go to school! But the reader didn't start reading this to go to school, they started reading this to make a cute girl dick down other girls! So you should probably get dressed and have breakfast or whatever the hell it takes to list out the chicks you could fuck. You slide on a black tank top and an opened up beige jacket, all atop a knee length skirt. Shorter skirts are certainly cute but you might be arrested if your dick hangs out unfortunately. Brushing down your gentle locks you step on out of your room, bag on your shoulder, and dammit all, it's your mother. She's smiling, she's got a tray in her hands, two items. Toasted poptarts, can of Pepsi. Poptarts, those are okay, make your mouth dry as shit but whatever. Pepsi? What a drink. It's honestly illegal how good it is, the tolerable carbonation, sweeter flavor, the refreshing cold liquid down your throat. Coke fans are out of their fuckin' minds this shit's legit. And for you, an avid Pepsi fangirl, too many jerk off sessions, accompanied with a can of Pepsi has caused some classical conditioning, so now when you have a can, you wanna fuck. You can control yourself of course but you know, it's like taking viagra before sex even though you're 18 but you just wanna make sure. Or maybe it's nothing like that. Anyway Mom has "breakfast", on a platter. "Morning! Your hair looks so soft today baby… Oh, right! I have your favorite~!" Mom thrusts the tray towards you. Consider the poptarts abandoned and the Pepsi drank, ignoring the tray you down the unhealthy beverage, feeling your eyes water up as the carbonation builds and builds, ravaging your poor sweet throat. Within seconds, it's gone, you crush the can in your hand, and politely put it in the garbage because your mom works hard. Speaking of your mom, she's pretty hot, you know this because people will call her a "milf", and after drinking some of the good stuff, you can see what they mean. Her face is constantly warm, her e-cups push and push at her button up (kinda wild she has e-cups and you have b-cups but whatever), and she has a wonderfully full mom butt, with birthing hips and all.

So the universe presents you with two options. Try to fuck your mom in a Pepsi driven state, or don't do that, like a normal fucking person.

What's it gonna be, Pepsi Girl?

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