A Brave New You Pt 2

Allison couldn't stand waiting for the Ripped Juice box to show up. She was trying to imagine how many bottles she'd have do drink to get like the girl in the ad, so big and beautiful. She found herself staring into the mirror, imagining how she'd look, practicing seductive lines to entice guys she thought were cute. She imagined herself as a social media celebrity, she relished attention she didn't even hold at the moment.

When the box came, she was about to burst. She looked at the logo on the side and was puzzled: "What is F Ultimate Training Advantage? And did the ink on this logo bleed down? There's something in between that hot silhouette's legs... weird".

She opened the box to see its precious cargo. Inside refrigeration containers were bright pink bottles with an off-white liquid within.

There were some instructions, and warnings, but she didn't care. She wanted results now. She twisted open a bottle and was confused by the smell. It was.. musky, and odd. But also alluring?

"Oh well, have to start somewhere I guess." Allison thought to herself.

She brought the bottle to her lips and tried to take a first sip. It was... strange. Like so much about this stuff. It was really thick, and... slimy. At first the taste reminded her of... cum, maybe? But man... this was so much better. She tilted her head back and started to chug. The flavor lingered on her lips.

"Fuck. This stuff is... is... delicious." She cracked open another bottle, and hungrily chugged. Her body flushed with excitement and her head was spinning like she was drunk. "Omg, I need more of this".

Time seemed to slip away from her memory until she felt around and found the last bottle.The rest were already in the trash, completely empty. Ripped Juice had dipped down her mouth and into her blouse, and her stomach was bloated.

"Did I seriously drink an entire gallon of this shit in a day... SHIT. My stomach looks so fat, NO!" Allison cried, the bottle in hand.

"I look worse than before, but... man I just. I can't stop myself." She brought the last bottle to her mouth and sloppily devoured its contents, the excess dribbling thickly down her neck.

9 more gallons to go.