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Sisselixer 2: Free Refill
By: Terinas Tiger
Part 4 of the ongoing 34000+ word sequel to the original Sisselixer! This
story has already been completely written and will be uploaded 1 chapter
at a time every 2 weeks on friday until it is done. If you want the whole
thing now, however, I am selling early access PDF copies for $15.00. Just
email me at [email protected]!
And for those who need a link to the previous part, here:
https://www.fictionmania.tv/stories/readtextstory.html?storyID
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Part 4: When Romeo Met Julian
Jeffrey had decided to keep going forward with his experiment.
Over the next three days, he snuck more of the cherry-flavored soda out
of the beverage container labeled "Brutbeer" his roommate Mikey was
keeping in their fridge. He ignored the other three; "Sisselixer", "Poppa
Pop" and "Tropitwink Punch" all were disinteresting to him. He was only
interested in getting as swole as possible, and that was a goal he needed
BrutBeer for. Each day he drank the same dose just before his workout,
then focused on exercising as much as he could.
There were some setbacks. Whenever he was on the sauce, he had trouble
keeping his mind focused and un-horny. He had no filter and said things
that would've made him blush. He kept catching himself staring at men's
bulges through their workout clothes. Looking back at his behavior during
his workouts he could identify several times he'd found reason to bend
over on the floor to accidentally flash his toned bubble butt to anyone
who cared to gaze his way, as if advertising. The worst instance had been
when he had actually grabbed a discarded jockstrap in the locker room and
huffed it for the musky smell of sweat and stink on it. Every time he
worked out it felt like there was some new gay humiliation that would
seem so attractive at the time, only to make him cringe and blush about
later. At least he had been able to keep from humping someone else in the
showers like some of the Sisselixer-drinking males he'd seen going to the
Sweet Gainz gym often did.
But even with all the complications, it was hard to argue with results!
Jeffrey had lost about seven pounds in one week by sampling the
transformative soda. He hadn't gained much muscle mass, but his gut was
shrinking. He'd almost dropped a pants size, having to resort to a belt
to keep his pants from sliding down and hooking on his plump bubble butt.
His arms and legs were more toned now, and although they were slender he
felt more flexible. He could almost bend one of his legs behind his head,
and if he'd had the gut to go back to Tiny's Yoga class he suspected he'd
have done quite well with it.
The only side effect seemed to be that he was getting hairier: His hair
had grown down almost to his neck, and he kept finding gray tips along
the edges of his shaggy brown locks, even when the soda was wearing off.
His body hair seemed to be getting thicker as well, though the added gray
and white hairs he kept finding there made him feel like some kind of old
man. Flexing his arms, he looked up at the mirror in the gym's locker
room, frowning at his reflection. "Aw... I feel stronger, but I almost
seem to be shrinking... isn't BrutBeer supposed to make me some hulking
giant?"
A squeeze to the rump made him jump and squeal. His voice was still a bit
higher pitched as he waited for the last effects of the transmorphic soda
to wear off, causing him to flush and blush as he whirled around to stare
at the source of the unwanted attention. "Daaaamn, girl! You're looking
really good these days!" Tiny the femme white mouse giggled and squeaked,
blue-white eyes twinkling as he giggled and stared over in Jeffrey's
direction. Today Tiny was wearing a baby-blue spandex singlet with the
words "The boy your girlfriend tells you to avoid" written on the back,
just above the hemline of a pair of shiny silver workout shorts he was
wearing. His fat pink nipples were outlined along his outfit, each
pierced with a little silver bar through the center of it.
Standing to the mouse boi's right was a slender french poodle that
Jeffery only could identify as a male by an elongated doggy bone tucked
behind the slender strap of a red swimmer's speedo. The poodle boy was
nearly naked otherwise, a gray gym towel draped over his left shoulder as
he gazed at a smartphone, a bunch of curly, floofy pink-dyed fur tucked
over his right eye. His head fur was all dyed a bright neon pink, while
the rest of his fur was a comparatively dull gray-white.
"Who's that?" Jeffrey tilted his head towards the poodle, raising an
eyebrow.
Pulling up to his proper height, the mouse squeaked and patted the
poodle's back. "Oh! Where are my manners?" he giggled, swaying his hips
from side to side. "This is Chastity, a friend of mine whose just the
cutest, prettiest pupper you'll ever meet!"
The poodle snorted and tossed his fluffy pink mane out from his right
eye. "Is zis your friend, Tiny?" The poodle even spoke with a hint of a
french accent. "Regardless, I must leave to Peep on ze Peeper with ze
selfies." He rolled his eyes at Jeffrey. "See you aze next Siss-T
meeting!" He leaned forward and kissed Tiny's cheek, before turning to
start walking past Jeffrey while going back to playing some game on his
phone. "Nice to meet you, miss." The poodle's words had the faintest hint
of a french accent to them.
Jeffrey coughed. "I'm a man, actually."
The poodle just broke into a chuckle and rolled his eyes. "Uh huh. I am
sure zat you are," he said, before sauntering off.
Tiny, meanwhile, put a paw on Jeffery's shoulder as the human glared
daggers at the departing poodle. "Aw, he's just a bit of a big ol' tease,
don't be too mad," Tiny said, while pulling himself close enough to
cuddle up with Jeffrey. "So seriously, you've gotta tell me how you're
doing this? You're losing weight and you look great!"
At the compliment, Jeffery felt his face getting a bit hot. "Not as great
as I wish I looked." He sighed, feeling the mouse massaging his shoulder.
For some reason Tiny felt more tolerable to Jeffrey when he was under the
influence of the transformative soda. "I, um, may be trying to use some
BrutBeer to help me build muscle. It's been really great so far at
motivating me to work out, but the sweet cherry beverage hasn't been
helping me gain much muscle mass."
At this, Tiny's eyebrows arched, eyes going wide as a paw went to his
chin. "Ah, so that's why you've been acting so yummy lately!" He licked
his lips as he stared at Jeffrey. "Mmm... cherry, though? It's not like a
rootbeer flavor?"
Jeffery shook his head. "I'd have thought that's how BrutBeer would've
tasted too, but it's totally a cherry flavor." He shook his head. "But I
guess I can't complain too much if I'm losing weight."
The girly little mouse gave him a pat on the back that moved downward
with every pat. "Well, I think it's just a super-fab idea!" he giggled.
"You definitely need to keep trying it more! In fact, if you need some
more BrutBeer I can get my paws on some. Or a workout team. Me and my
Siss-T buddies are always looking for a new person to pump iron with!"
Jeffery's response was deadpan as he felt the mouse squeezing a part of
him. "Your paw's on my ass, Tiny."
The mouse immediately let go, laughing and holding his paws up in mock
horror. "Oh noooo! How did that get there?" He took a few steps back,
giving Jeffrey the personal space he had forgotten to insist upon before.
"Sorry, it's just that you're getting so hunky lately! I really think the
BrutBeer is working. You seem so, uh, manly that I couldn't help myself!"
With another nervous giggle, he looked Jeffery in the eyes. "But
seriously, I'd love to help you get all buff and sweaty and swole!"
Hands going to his hips, Jeffery narrowed his eyes at his old, now-
feminized friend. His dose of BrutBeer was wearing off, and he was
remembering how weird it felt to be groped and played with like a chunk
of meat. "I'll think about it, ok Tiny?" he said, while turning to walk
off. "I've got to get back to my apartment." He also had to shake the
residual instincts from the transformative soda he'd had.
Tiny had no idea how much he'd wanted to kiss the mouse when he'd felt
that paw on his ass, and if Jeffrey had his way, he'd never know. He
whimpered, hoping that the stiffy would go down sometime before he got on
the bus.
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As he watched the transforming human wandering off, Tiny folded his arms
and tapped a footpaw. "Mmm... so someone's got you thinking you're
drinking BrutBeer, huh? No wonder you've been so pretty lately,
girlfriend." The little mouse felt a stiffy forming in his singlet while
he watched Jeffery's increasingly pert butt swaying like a whore's as he
walked away. "I bet you don't even realize all the ways you're changing.
What a delicious little prank!" He reached down into the pocket of his
shorts, pulling out a smartphone clad in a pink glitter cell phone shell.
With a wicked smirk, the femboy began texting to a group chat. "I'm sure
whoever's pranking you won't mind if we help things along a bit, tee
hee!"
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Jeffrey still felt a bit weird as he returned home, gray spotty fur
clinging to his arms. He could've sworn he had a stubby little tail as
well, or at least he felt a bump along his backside. "I thought you were
a different animal every time..." His cock hadn't relaxed since he left
the gym, either. But that wasn't entirely his fault. He'd kept seeing
handsome men all the way home, with thick meaty muscles and bulges
outlined along their crotches. "I feel like these drinks took less time
to wear off before." He blushed, darting into a bathroom in the apartment
complex to look at himself in the mirror. "My eyes are still slitted too,
like a kitty's. Has it been lasting longer the more times I drink it?
I've been careful about the measurements... shouldn't it be less potent
as I build up an immunity or something?" he grumbled, not sure how
immunities worked while walking up the stairs to his apartment. Opening
the door with a key, he walked inside without so much as a stray thought.
The apartment was dark, with no lights on. Natural light was filtering in
through windows, but the shades were drawn. A slightly acrid aroma filled
the air. Perhaps it was due to some heightened animal senses or maybe
just due to how horny and worked up Tiny had gotten him, but it smelled
like sex in here. Like the den of some powerful, horny beast waiting to
scoop up and devour a delicate morsel of soft tender meat like himself.
Jeffrey actually felt a bit nervous once he realized how dark the room
was.
"H-hey, Mikey?" He looked around, while reaching to grope around in the
dark for a light switch behind him. "You're supposed to be home from w-
work, right?" All of a sudden he felt so very small and weak. Like he
needed a big strong man to protect him. He didn't quite like the
sensation of being prey while worrying that there was a predator around.
After a moment or two, he heard a tapping sound, like a cane hitting the
tile of the floor. His hand gripped at the wall. "W-where's the d-damn
light switch." He could feel the dry texture of the painted wall... and
then his hand touched something fuzzy and firm and muscular.
He heard a snort and felt bodyheat against him as two large arms wrapped
around his stomach, yanking him up against a strong, muscular back.
Jeffrey felt his heart start racing as he squealed, his voice cracking.
"THERE you are!" A deep, bassy, yet somehow familiar voice filled the
room. Jeffrey jumped and squeaked in panic, squirming in two big, strong
arms covered with a deep brown fuzz that wasn't quite hair. "Naughty
naughty little boy, aren't you?"
"L-Lemme go!" Jeffrey felt so powerless, squirming in futility against
the bigger person. His heart was racing, and he could smell a salty,
spicy aroma in the air around this figure. It was enough to cause a
stirring in his loins, as he whimpered and dropped his gym bag.
The other figure gave a laugh. "Not yet. First, I gotta look at yah."
Jeffrey felt those two arms siding up his body, gripping him by the
shoulders and digging in slightly. He let himself be pushed out away from
the figure and turned around, so he could stare into his captor's eyes as
they looked his body up and down. "Wow, you really are a girly little
runt, aren't you?"
The comment felt like the spark that ignited a whole forest fire to
Jeffrey. He snorted and snarled, trying to push the arms off of him. "I
am NOT! I-I'm a man! A b-big, strong..." He looked up at the person
holding him for the first time, and felt his heart skip a beat. "...m-
man..." His eyes went wide. "...Mikey?!?"
Jeffery's roommate was now at least a head taller than he was, with broad
shoulders. He looked wide and tall enough to engulf the slimming Jeffrey
like a wash cloth wrapping around a bottlecap. He was shirtless, with
pecs covered by orange-brown fur and frosted with a white underbelly. His
body was nearly Jeffrey's ideal otherwise: He had pecs almost carved from
stone and a rigid six pack of abs. Fur was all over his body, and though
he still had a human face, a pair of small velvet-covered antlers were
sprouting out of his head. He was an enormous cervine brute of a male,
and he even stank of masculine musk. The sight and scent of this nearly-
naked model of a man was enough to make Jeffery's head spin. Groping a
fattening chub outlined in a pair of tight brown shorts, he snorted at
his roommate's question. "I'm feeling more like 'Mike' right now." He
said, before pulling the still-sissified man back into a firm embrace,
squeezing the air out of him and forcing him to breath in more of that
aroma. "And I'm feeling more like you need a spanking." Before Jeffrey
could reply, he felt a big hand gripping his cheeks, sinking into the
pillowy flesh of his rump and gripping tightly.
"M-Mikey, wait!" he managed to sputter, before being pulled up like a
sack of flour and slung over the bigger male's shoulder.
But Mike just responded with a smack against his rump. "Wait for what?
You to steal more of the expensive sodas that I bought to play around
with? Without even asking me if you could try some?" He scowled, groping
Jeffery's stinging backside as he turned to trudge towards the blue couch
in their living room area. "You think you're gonna just get away with
that, boy?" As Jeffery opened his mouth to defend himself, Mike sat down
on the couch, pressing Jeffery's face into one of the back cushions. "I
saw you staring at them and suspected what you'd be up to. Those were
expensive, you know! But you're always swiping leftovers that aren't
yours too, so this time, I switched the labels on the sodas before you
even had a drop! It was a prank, and I figured you'd be scared off." He
gave a very cervine snort. "When you didn't stop, I figured you were
enjoying it. And well, I wanted to get in on the fun! I juuuuust recently
chugged a dose of Brutbeer, just below the point of no return, so I could
properly put you in your place."
He squirmed, but Jeffery couldn't break free of the other man's firm
grip. He felt his body being slid down Mike's torso. His mind was
reeling. Wasn't he drinking Brutbeer too? Why was there this massive
strength difference between the two of them, then? Was it because his own
dose had worn off? But if that was the case then why did he feel himself
growing more aroused the more he felt his body touching this muscular
god's own form? Why did every scent of Mikey's aroma suddenly excite him?
Why did he still feel so very gay, sprawled on this man's lap?
"Mikey, w-wait, something's wrong, please, don't-" Jeffrey tried to make
his concerns known, but he was panicking. He wasn't quite organizing his
thoughts very coherently.
And Mike had no patience for him, raising a brown fuzzy hand up above his
rump. "Still, if I'd had bet on what soda you'd be sneaking, 'Sisselixer'
would NOT be what I'd have picked!" He brought his hand down, slamming
into Jeffrey's backside with a smack that sent a shiver up Jeffery's
spine. His stiff cock gave a spurt of pre-cum into his pants. He
whimpered and squirmed. "Haha... your ass is so thicc but bouncy while
sissified that I can watch it wiggle and jiggle!"
It took Jeffery a moment to realize what Mike was saying. "I've been
drinking Sisselixer?!? But I was intending toooOW!" His ass was smacked
again, as he whimpered and huffed, a jolt of pleasure and pain flooding
his mind. "Nnnugggh..." he groaned. That smack had made his whole body
bounce a bit against Mikey's body. He'd felt his cock rubbing up against
the other man's thigh. It felt better than it had any right to,
especially with his precum soaking into his cotton boxers. The more he
leaked, the more slick and slippery his undergarment got. "I don't
consent-"
"No. No more talk from the naughty little sissy-boy." Mike said, his tone
dripping with finality. "You take your punishment before master can
forgive you." His arm raised again for a third spank.
Jeffery couldn't get up to escape. Mike's other arm was pressed firmly
along the lower part of his back, holding him down as the ass-assault
began in earnest. He teared up. With every spank he felt his body
bouncing ever-so-slightly, his cock grinding up against his friend's
body. Every slap, every spank made him groan and shudder, the pain
intermingling with pleasure, both from his cock and from his mind. Some
part of him was telling him this was where he belonged, a naughty boy-toy
pet being punished on his master's lap.
Every slap was a painful euphoria that pushed him closer and closer to a
brink.
"M-mah-mmmmm...." He shuddered, another spurt of precum soaking into his
underwear. He felt his body tensing. And the assault didn't stop. "M-mew!
Meeeeeeewww!" And after a little while, Jeffery didn't WANT it to stop.
He groaned, wiggling his bu- his tushie as if enticing the other man to
spank him more. He wanted to keep going. He was so close to cumming; he
needed to cum; he couldn't think of anything other than cumming! "Mew! D-
don't stop, maaaaasteeeer!" He was mewling like a kitten, begging for it.
So close to his orgasm, he didn't care who did the deed. He just wanted
to cum like a good kitten deserved.
"Oh, are you begging for it now?" Mike's tone sent a shiver up Jeffrey's
spine as he stopped spanking. "Is daddy's little kitten a big slut for
teasing to his butt?"
Jeffrey stared up at Mike, his eyes watering. "M-mewwww... I'm soooo
close, mewwwwster.... Please make me cum." He panted, almost imagining
spotty gray kitten ears poking out of his skull. He was growing
desperate. Every second he wasn't being spanked, his arousal was fading.
"Alright." Mike chuckled, with a tone Jeffery could only describe as a
bit wicked. "I was going to let you go after twenty, but if the little
kitten is begging for it..."
A twenty first spank. Jeffrey squirmed and whimpered, tears of bliss and
pain in his eyes.
And then a twenty second. Jeffery was grinding against Mike's fuzzy
thigh, having gotten back to the precipice he'd been at before Mike
stopped.
At the twenty-third spank, Jeffrey was feeling that horny haze growing
stronger. He wasn't even attempting to speak anymore, much less protest.
He just needed to cum.
On the twenty-forth spank, he was just making very girly noises. His body
stiffened, and he imagined lifting his tail as an invitation for his
owner, a sissy kitten eager to have their butt rutted.
It was on the twenty-fifth spank that it finally happened. A key turned
inside Jeffery's head, and he arched his back. "M-mrrrrowwwwllll!" He
groaned, feeling his spunk shooting out into his box- his panties,
soaking them with his semen. The feeling was an intense flood of emotions
all at once: Bliss, pleasure, lust, pain...
...and shame, a moment later, when he was supposed to be bathing in the
afterglow.
Jeffery's eyes went wide. He looked down at his hands as he started to
think again. "First Tiny, now this... am I crossing a line too far?" He
was growing worried that he was doing something with these sodas that he
might not be able to undo. And then, there was what had just happened
with "Mike".
The bigger male laughed, before lifting his arms up away from the slender
Jeffery. "Ahahaha... did you cum just from that little love tap?" Wiping
a tear away from his face, the big man snorted. "You know, you're
actually pretty cute like this. I mean, I don't know what's going on in
your head, but would you like to hook up-"
"NO!" Jeffery said, with perhaps more intensity in his voice than he
intended. Pushing up off of that sweaty, sexy man's body, he wobbled back
up to his feet, puffing his lower lip out and stomping a foot against the
carpet. "Y-you have any idea what just did? You crossed a line, Mike-
Mikey! You could've just talked this out with me! But you didn't listen
when I said to stop, and... and..." He felt his eyes tearing up. "You're
making me gay!" He spat out, snarling. "I can't believe you! You're just
like, such an ass! N-never talk to me again!" he said, tearing up and
turning to run off to his room.
"Wait, I-" Mike tried to say, but Jeffery didn't want to hear it.
Locking himself in his bedroom and pulling on headphones to avoid hearing
anything the big stud had to say, he started playing loud music while
looking down at his arms. At long last, the spotty gray fur was starting
to vanish. At long last the sisselixer he didn't know he was drinking was
wearing off. "I can't ever drink that stuff again." Jeffery said, as he
curled his human fingers, watching his body with a growing sense of
horror as he imagined losing everything that made him who he was: His
muscles, his heterosexuality, and his very humanity.
"Because I don't know what would happen if I did."
"Could I even go back next time?"
TO BE CONTINUED!
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