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I imbibe without waiting, my well-trained body automatically guiding my limbs towards my communion with The Sode.
My body untenses and my legs release into a spread position. As the fizzy deliverance graces my mouth and innards, sheer pleasure begins wafting off of me, billowing throughout the room.
My flesh undulates as my entire nervous system is forced to react to The Experience gripping my whole mental landscape.
The others in the room begin recalling their last full body soda experience, jizzumful bliss reverberating abstractly in their minds eye, and yet it is but a fabricated approximation of the real organ-soaking rapture. No human memory can substitute, it can only be truly tasted in the now.
"Must be a good soda," the sad businessman in the owner gracefully observes, a single tear gently sliding down his gazing face, wishing he could sode as I do.