Tongue Piercing

The Goth opened her mouth and unfurled her tongue. It dipped down below her chin, where it split into two parts...each of which had a little ball piercing in the middle.

Lois Lane watched in fascination. She had heard of people getting body modifications like that. Splitting their tongue, piercings. But this girl's tongue was larger than normal...macroglossia, that was the word. The reporter watched her move the two tips independently.

"That's amazing," the reporter breathed.

"You like it? I know my boyfriend does." The Goth said.

"I do!" Lois said...and then felt a strange tingle in her mouth, a pins-and-needles sensation, and then something clicked against the back of her front teeth.

"Um...anyway, gotta use the bathroom," Lois said as she ducked into the woman's vacated stall. "Nice to meet you!"

Once safely inside, Lois sat on the toilet...and unfurled her tongue.

She could feel the individual ends of it, split down the middle only about an inch or so, but that was enough. With only a moment's practice the reporter found she could control and feel the individual tips, including the unfamiliar sensation of the metal tongue-studs. Good for oral sex, not much else.

Okay, so the spell's still active. Lois said. That could be...problematic. But so far it's only bigger breasts and a weird tongue. I'm happy with my body, right? Don't need anything else.

A soft grunting caught her attention from the stall next door...and Lois turned to see someone had drilled a hole, just below eye-level when someone was sitting down on the toilet, between the wall. Someone was in there, doing...something...and Lois Lane felt the insatiable creeping curiosity that made her such a great reporter and got her into so much trouble tugging at her.