Frog Tongue pills

Sandy eyes the shelf, gently dragging her finger across the various types of strange products. She lands on a white pill bottle with a colorful logo of a frog sticking it's tongue out. "Frog Tongue pills," she read off the label, "Gross out your friends with a long and sticky supertongue. New fast-acting formula."

"Like I said, for middle schoolers," Blake whispered to me smugly. I tried not to smirk.

"Blake, toss me a water bottle." Blake obediently reached into his bag, pulling out one of a few bottles of water and tossed it to her. As she popped open the cap I asked her, "You know that's probably one of those fart-flavored pills that kids like to prank each other with, right?" She grinned at me like she always did before doing something crazy, "But there's a chance it's not."

We watched as she tossed the pill in her mouth and took a swig of the water. Almost immediately her face contorted and she buckled over. "Shit, Sandy!" Blake yelled as we ran towards her, "Are you alright?" I saw her face still in a grotesque frown, "Jesus Sandy, those things are probably massively out of date!" Finally, she swallowed and spoke up. "Jesus Christ, that was disgusting!" She started to spit out what little liquid was left, "Oh god, Cal, you were right. That tasted like an ass pill." I let out a sigh of relief while Blake started giggling. "Christ Sandy, you really freaked me out." I picked up the bottle on the ground and examined it. The expiration date looked like gibberish, I couldn't make out the weird signs on it. "I think this is arabic or something, I can't make heads or tails of it," I chimed in. "Well, whatever," Sandy replied, "Let's see if there's some twinkies or something in here that can flush that taste out of my mouth." I raised my eyebrow, "Twinkies?" She responded, "Yeah, twinkies don't ever go bad, remember?"

We all got up and continued to look around, now looking around the snacks. Alas, no twinkies to be found. Only weird stuff I'd never heard of. Sandy walked off further down the isle looking at the larger bags of snacks. Blake grabbed one of the bags, "Bitches Brew? 'The candy that starts an argument'. Who would want to eat this stuff?" he said, showing off the bag, "It looks like rotting gummy bears." He wasn't kidding, the translucent candy inside had a unsavory green color to it. "Show it to Sandy, she'll get a kick out of it" he told me walking off. "Where are you going?" I asked. "To check out more of this weird crap," he said, starting to round the corner, "I'll be back in a bit, don't worry."

"Yo Sandy! Check this weird candy out!" I shouted, tossing the bag towards her. She catched it, "Bitches Brew? You think this the candy for me?" She asked sarcastically. I laughed. Sandy always was funnier than me or Blake, quick to make punchlines or a risky joke. "What flavor do you think this is?" She asked. "Well," I responded, "It's green...so maybe watermelon?" Sandy's face lit up, "Mmmmmm...watermelon," she said, licking her lips.

That's when I saw it.

I blinked several times, mouth hanging wide open. "Sandy...can you lick your lips again?" She stuck out her tongue and circled her mouth again. I was sure this time, it was bigger. Sandy started to eye me strangely, "What? Did that pill stain my tongue or something?" I just stared back blankly, "I think your tongue is longer." Sandy's expression changed. "What? For real? How long is it?" She opened her mouth and let it loose. It must have hung 2 inches below her chin. "Hoey sit!" She tried to say, finally grasping the weight of her new tongue. "Ow lung ath at?" I tried to count the length in my head, "Your tongue's gotta be at-least 7 inches. Holy shit."

Sandy slurped the tongue back into her mouth. "This...this is..." she was struggling to find the words. I tried to reassure her, "Look, there's gotta be some pill around here that reverses it, or the effect is just temporary. Let's just find the bottle and-"

"THIS IS AWESOME!" Sandy shouted.

"You like it?" I asked, puzzled. "You kidding? Look at how I can contort it around!" She stuck the now 8-inch tongue out straight down towards her chest. With little effort, it started to lift up, much like a snake, and rise around. "Thith ith th' betht!" she slurred. She started wiggling it around, licking her neck from side to side, and finally, stuck it right up her nose. "Ew, gross!" I said in disgust. She giggled before sucking her new toy back into her mouth.

"I knew that would get you," she teased, "Where's Blake? We've got to show him this."