The Frog

"The Red-Ringed Jungle Frog is quite the rare specimen," Yuki said as she slowly entered the small habitat. The tour group was crowded around on the other side of the glass, watching the Asian woman intently. She slowly approached one of the sitting amphibians, and gently picked it up with her gloved hands. She held it gently in place between her palms, which were just far enough apart to allow the tour-goers to see it. "It produces a powerful secretion that can seriously disorient, if not completely knock out predators that come into contact with it. Its distinct and colorful patterns..."

As Yuki continued explaining, the assembled group began taking a few pictures of the rare frog. She walked right up to the glass so they could all get a good look. But, she was so engrossed in her description that Yuki didn't notice she had shifted her hand just high enough to allow the frog to move. And move it did. The small creature saw its chance for escape and it took it. The frog sprang from Yuki's hand, arcing in the air and landing right at the top of Yuki's chest. Then, it slid down Yuki's pale skin, disappearing beneath her shirt.

"...oh shit," Yuki muttered as she tried to process what had just happened. Her mind rapidly switched to panic mode as it realized she needed to get that frog out RIGHT NOW! Every second it was in contact with Yuki's skin was another second of potential danger for the tour guide.

Yuki unzipped her cargo vest and tried to shove her hand down the front of her tank top, but the shirt was too tight! A wave of disorientation washed over Yuki. It had only been a few seconds, but she was already beginning to feel the effects of the sedative! Still panicking, Yuki did the only logical thing she could think of. She shrugged out of her open vest and hastily yanked her tank top up and over her head. Yuki was distantly aware of the fact that a dozen people were watching just a few feet away from her, but her terrified mind could only think of getting herself out of danger.

Yuki shoved her hand into the left cup of her white bra, where she could feel the slimy little animal wriggling against her breast. She managed to slide her hand around the frog and, a few seconds later, successfully extracted it from its nefarious position. She let the frog jump back down to the ground, and another stronger wave of dizziness washed over Yuki.

"I... I..." she muttered as she turned herself back towards the exhibit's door. She staggered towards it, having trouble keeping her balance. "Have to... rinse..." It took the shirtless woman almost 30 seconds, but she successfully made it out of the enclosure, closing the door behind her. Mercifully, right next to her was a small washing station, designed specifically for this situation. Yuki peeled off her gloves, then managed to turn on the water, unsteadily gripping the sink with her other hand. Then, she began splashing water onto her chest in an attempt to wash away the frog's attack.

An extremely strong wave of disorientation crashed over Yuki, and she only barely managed not to fall over from it. Head swimming, Yuki knew what she had to do. She unhooked her bra and slipped it off her body, exposing her voluptuous breasts to the sink in front of her. The dizzy woman leaned forward and splashed as much of the water as she could over her chest, especially focusing on her left breast. After a minute of the washing, Yuki shakily turned the water off and slowly turned around, still leaning on the sink for support. She was surprised to find her entire tour group gathered and staring right at her, phones almost universally raised to capture the display! In her daze, Yuki had completely forgotten about them! She slowly raised one of her hands, leaving the other firmly gripping the edge of the sink, and demurely crossed it in front of her exposed chest. She managed to cover one of her boobs, leaving the right one still easily visible.

"M-my shirt..." Yuki muttered, sounding more than a little out of it. She looked around at the floor, hoping to see her discarded tank top. But her disoriented mind didn't realize that both her shirts were now locked in the frog exhibit. "I need... my shirt..."

One of the college-aged guys approached her, holding out her safari hat (and covertly kicking the nearby bra further out of sight).

"Here, this is yours right?" he asked, trying to gauge just how loopy Yuki was at the moment.

"My... hat!" Yuki managed to say. She extended her arm to grab the hat, obliviously exposing her breasts once again. The movement nearly sent her toppling over and she hastily grabbed the sink behind her with both hands again.

"Here! Here, let me," the guy said. He stepped up to the swaying woman and carefully draped the hat's strap around Yuki's head. Then, he let the hat hang from her neck, draping it over Yuki's breasts. "See? All covered now, yeah?"

"Thanks..." Yuki replied. True, her nipples were now out of sight, but Yuki was by no means properly covered. The shape of her breasts could still easily be seen, especially from the side. "But... my shirt..."

"You don't need a shirt!" the guy cheerily replied. "You're covered now, so you're all good, okay? You can continue the tour!"

"The... the tour?"

"Yeah, I'm sure we've got plenty more to see today, right?" he smiled. "I'm sure you wouldn't want to disappoint us all by stopping now." He turned back and shot a quick wink at his friends.

"I... I..." Yuki stammered. She was starting to feel like she was slightly regaining her balance, although she didn't know if she could walk yet. Part of her knew she should probably stop the tour, but she was having trouble remembering why. She was covered now, right? And she didn't want to let the tour group down.

It seemed like, in addition to Yuki's disorientation, her mind was now more susceptible as well. But just how susceptible was yet to be determined.