Chris is rather mortified.

Mmmh, so tasty... so salty... sticky, all over his tongue... and there was another speck he still hadn't cleaned up... and there, right on his roomie's chest... down the hatch, close the mouth and swallo-- what the hell?!

Pushing himself up and away from Steve, tits swaying due to the sudden, jerky movement, Chris righted himself, dragging his tongue through one of the yet to be cleaned spots on his buddy's torso. The taste made him shudder unwillingly, but not out of disgust - much to his horror, it was delight. With these conflicting emotions swirling inside of his head, Chris scrambled to his feet, leaving Steve behind as he stumbled towards the secondary bathroom of their apartment. His two-foot tongue swung around, slapping against his terrifyingly soft chest with every step.

Finally in the bathroom, Chris slammed the door closed behind him and locked it, stepping over to the sink with shaky legs. Intending to throw some icy water in his face to calm himself down, Chris' hand froze before it even touched the faucet. Wide-eyed, the surfer stared at the face looking back at himself through the mirror. It was his, but also... not.

Long lashes framed terrified eyes under which the cheekbones seemed just a bit higher, more pronounced, but the most obvious, most insane change was further below: Huge, puffy lips where pulled into a suggestive 'O'-shape by the weight of Chris' freakishly long tongue which was twisting slightly seemingly without his input. His trembling hand - didn't it look daintier? - stopped just before it touched his lips; Chris had not forgotten what had happened the last time he had touched his oversized lips. His tongue moving over his lower lip was almost more than the surfer dude could handle.

With a sudden, involuntary flick of its tip, Chris' tongue lapped against his fat nipple, making his knees buckle as an electric shock raced through him. The surprised, lustful gasp escaping his throat sounded decidedly unmanly. That. Was. It! This stupid tongue had to go back where it belonged. Chris had been in a cum-happy daze back when he had been lying on top of Steve, but he seemed to remember that he had been able to pull the snake-like appendage back into his mouth. Now all he had to do was figure out how to do it consciously.

Which wasn't too hard, as it turned out - it was just like pulling the tongue back after blowing a raspberry. Only much longer. And the way the slick appendage dragged over Chris' lower lip was maddeningly arousing, making heat rise in his cheeks and his eyes roll back in his head. Finally, the tip disappeared behind his lips and Chris could close his mouth again. Looking at himself in the mirror, he almost felt like crying - his new lips were best described as cock-sucking, dominating the lower half of his face, in part because his nose seemed to have shrunk a little. They weren't inhumanly large, but any oth-- any woman would only be able to reach this size with the help of injections.

And his throat felt a little tight - but at least Chris wasn't **** on his own tongue. That would be an embarrassing way to go...