The frog on the dance floor
Added 2024-09-29 02:37:51 +0000 UTCShe was on fire all night...spinning and twirling on the dance floor, laughing, confident in a way she'd never been before. It was the pills, it had to be, the ones that had promised an extra spring in your step. She was everywhere in the club, more of a social butterfly than she'd ever been, and drew everyone's eyes with her wild moves.
Suddenly it felt like she'd crossed a line, like she'd gone too far, but was unable to stop...she sprung across the floor higher and higher, drawing gasps from onlookers. Something wasn't right...her hands felt wrong, and she watched them turn a sickly green even as her desperate dance continued. She was burning up, and tore off her shirt without a second thought, flinging it into the shocked crowd. Her pants and underwear followed, until everyone was scrambling to get away from this freak of a woman, this nude, green, slimy thing darting across the floor.
At long last she collapsed, panting. Something flexible and wet coiled around her breast, giving it a light squeeze...she realized it was her own tongue. With a groan she stretched out on the floor, staring down at her new frog legs, feeling her muscles flex like a coiled spring...whatever had happened to her, she was too intoxicated by it all to care...the drugs, the social euphoria, the dance, and the heat within...
