You were idly browsing through your datapad, having just arrived on Spectrum Station not even a week ago. While its true that you’ve heard some rather strange stories about the place, you really didn’t have anywhere else to go. It had been somewhat interesting so far, getting to meet several of the aliens on board and all that. Speaking of, you were housed in a section primarily filled with aliens. Then again, you didn’t mind it as much, since you always had trouble getting along with humans. 

Regardless, you were feeling a little hungry and thirsty, so you went out and looked for a vending machine or two, since you knew the cafeteria wasn’t open yet. As you were walking around, one vending machine in particular caught your eye, looking fairly new compared to the others you’ve seen. It was labeled simply TFO, and had an image of the canned drink on top of some ice with a bubbly background. Simple enough, you thought to yourself. You put some credits in and got a can of the drink, cracking it open and taking a sip. It had a very sweet grape flavor, and was surprisingly fizzy. Overall a solid drink. What you wouldn’t see which ultimately sealed your fate was the disclaimer on the back. You stood around and kept drinking it, and before you even realized, you had finished the entire can. Still feeling thirsty, you bought a second one.

Your mind began to get a little fuzzy, perhaps there was alcohol in it? You weren’t sure, as you didn’t taste any. You just put it up to being in space with slightly less gravity. Without realizing it, you purchased a third can, having already finished off the second. And for a moment, you thought you saw your hand changing color, but then you remembered the lighting down here was purple-ish anyway, so you just kept on drinking. You finished what you thought was your second can, in reality your third, and still felt thirsty. If you kept this up, you would surely empty the entire machine. You purchased a fourth can, what you thought was a third, and began drinking it immediately, not noticing that your whole body was changing, and was indeed turning a sort of purple. 

As you were drinking it, although unnoticed by you, you had gotten taller, from a casual six feet all the way up to eight. Your legs and arms also got slightly longer, and your hands gained claws, as well as paw pads, lavender in color. You finished the can you were holding and felt a strange sensation, like a drop of water falling onto your brain, or a mental flash of light temporarily stunning you, as you purchased a third… or was it fourth, can of TFO. In reality it was your fifth, but the sight of the four empty cans on the ground didn’t click with you mentally.

Long, rabbit like ears would begin to grow out the back of your head. Your face would extend outwards, forming a snout, as a second pair of eyes finished forming underneath your skin, before their eyelids formed and you were able to open them. All four of your eyes turned a greenish-turquoise in color, while your tongue grew in length and thickness. You also grew a pair of short antennae out the top of your head. Your feet went from five toes to four, and similar to your hands, gained claws and paw pads. A tail would sprout from behind and grow long in length, ending with a fluffy tip, also lavender in color.

You finally noticed the changes to your body when your belly began to grow, along with a possible pair of breasts, but still didn’t mentally register them. You also felt a growing arousal within you as even your cock changed shape, becoming more of a prehensile taper, growing in length, and gaining a knot. It was now almost as long as your leg, and was greenish-turquoise in color like your eyes. Your transformation would finalize with the last sip of the first can… or second can? While spinning the can around idly, you noticed a disclaimer on it:

‘Drinking soda meant for alien consumption may have adverse side effects, like turning you into something closer to the alien so you are meant to drink it.’


That made sense, but you were already an alien, and always was, right? You felt a surge of pleasure and noticed your cock leaking a bit. Unaware of the small gathering of other aliens watching you, you brought your cock between your breasts and began giving yourself a tit job. You let out a soft trill, finding it to be rather pleasurable, and it seemed your body felt the same as your cock began leaking more fluids. Taking a gentle lick of said fluids revealed it to taste the same as the soda. So you took your cock into your own mouth, and began sucking on it. It was heavenly, and you curled up into a ball, so you could fit more of it into your maw. You used your long and slimy tongue to stroke and squeeze your  entire length, getting more and more leaky with each squeeze.

Eventually, it was too much for you, and with a gargle, you came into your own mouth. You expected it to be over within a few seconds, but you wouldn’t stop cumming. No, you would end up cumming for a solid minute, filling up your belly with your tasty grape soda flavored seed. Even after you stopped cumming, you still felt like you were having an orgasm, and the feeling wouldn’t start to die down until three minutes later. At the end of it all, you heard the sound of clapping from the various aliens that had been watching, a couple chuckling. 

However it didn’t bother you, if anything it validated you more. You look over your body, noticing your still aroused. Oh, look at the size of your belly... You guess that's where all the soda comes from. You noticed the aliens were still gathered and an idea formed in your head. Since you seemed to have emptied the entire vending machine, you would offer the drink straight from the tap. So sitting down, you began to do just that, jacking off at first to let it spray all over them, and then letting them each get a turn sucking you off to orgasm.

You would lose track of how many would suck you off in the constant haze of a seemingly endless orgasm, especially when some of them would forgo drinking your seed altogether, and would just straight up pleasure you. Whether it was via riding your lengthy member, or fucking you, they would get their enjoyment, and so would you. Some would use your tits, some would have you suck them out, etc. At some point, you would stumble throughout the halls, still within the haze of an orgasm, and would spot a human going up to a vending machine. It had the image of the drink itself, spiraling into some sort of psychedelic orange two-tone wormhole, with the text ‘Spoingle’ in the corner, also spiraling into the wormhole. You giggled to yourself, sitting down and awaiting to see what happened.