"Actually, that's not a bad idea, Sandy. We should at least get a better look at the bottle first, though; don't want to overdose on zany wizard ****," I said, my naked friend chuckling, but rolling her eyes, "Go ahead and pass the pills, your cellphone, and your wallet here, and then go dump your clothes in the trash can over there."
"Yeah, fair enough," Sandy replies, fishing the requested items out from the bundle and passing them off to me, before turning and heading for the bin. Blake gives me an appreciative pat on the back. "Well, you two have fun with that. There was something else over there I wanted to check out, so you know where to find me." He says with a wink, before turning and heading off again.
I stare after him as I stick Sandy's effects in my pockets, suspicious. If he wasn't here when we discovered the frog-tongue pills were real, and the hypnotist glasses he found only worked on other people, how did he figure out all of this stuff worked? Sure, he could have just tried them on a lark and expected Sandy to take it as a stupid joke, but he seemed... way too confident. On the other hand, he did just leave me alone with her while she's stark naked and willing to do anything I say. What's his game...?
"Whoa!" My attention's torn back by a blue flash out of the corner of my eye; when I look over, Sandy's jumped back, arms emptied, and there's a plume of smoke rising from the trash bin.
"Must be some kind of incinerator," She whistles appreciatively, craning her neck over it. "Not even ashes left."
Well, that wasn't quite what I'd planned, but I guess she's going to be staying nude for the foreseeable future. "Shame it's bolted down, or I'd take it with us." I quip. "So, you ready to try this?"
"Sure am!" Sandy says, oblivious to the fact that she just obliterated all of her own clothing, and pads back over, her petite breasts bouncing in the low light. "For science, right?" She smirks, taking one of the pills and the water bottle from me. As soon as she's tossed it back, she bows her head, closing her eyes, screwing up her face, and clenching her fists, bracing for the horrible taste, her whole body shuddering when it hits.
"Ugh..." She groans after a few moments, spitting on the floor again and shaking her head. "Wonder if actual frogs taste that bad. Well, here goes."
Both our eyes widen when she lets her tongue loose with a 'Blehhh'; it's more than doubled in length, now hanging down a couple inches past her pussy. "Goddamn."
"Yethh!" Sandy pumps a fist triumphantly, snaking her tongue back up and looping it around her midsection like a hula hoop (to make sure it's still prehensile, I assume), before slurping it back up. She's definitely looked down and around her naked body, but she still doesn't seem to register it. "Zany wizard **** are the best!"
Honestly, I can't help but agree.
"So how 'bout that chaser?" Sandy asks, her voice now a touch plaintive. "That shit's even worse the second time, believe it or not."
Comments