My head is killing me too

An idea popped into my head as soon as A laid back down into bed. As innocently as I could I asked, "You know my head is killing me too. Can you hand me those aspirin?" A handed them over to me as fantasies started to roll through my head. I mean, if A grew a big clit from taking just a few-what's going to happen now? I didn't want to draw any more suspicion to the pills than what they had already gotten, so I acted quickly.