Monkey Juice

"Mmmmph, hrrnnmm," she moaned around the bottle, her questing lips sucking at its tip as if it were mother's milk...

Her lips were bigger, fatter, more dexterous, she could tell. Flexible like an appendage all their own, like a monkey's...like they were meant to be. She threw the empty bottle to the ground where it shattered, giggled with wild abandon, then uncorked the next and chugged like her life depended on it.

It wouldn't be long now...she'd emailed the other staff at the zoo to let them know her plan, then locked herself in the staff bathroom to drink herself into oblivion. Those special potions she'd ordered that offered the sweet release of devolution...her dream of becoming nothing more than a blissful, stupid monkey, joining the others in the enclosure, eating, defecating, mating, and doing it all again the next day. Even focusing on that goal was becoming more difficult...with each gulp she felt more of her cares draining away. The finger points of her animal science degree, gone...multiplication tables, exiting her mind forever...politics...what was politics? The word sounded funny...pa-lih-tick...

There were shouts and banging on the door. She screeched at it in annoyance, for she was still thirsty...at least, she thought she was thirsty...why else would she be drinking so much? She looked down at the last bottle...it was full of liquid, but there was no opening, no way to get the stuff out. She lifted it with her feet and held it up to her face, exploring the bottle with her mouth, feeling the slick glass surface with her tongue and lips...ah, the part at the end was soft, squishy...she sucked on it, bit at it, until it came loose and spilled most of the concoction all over her hairy chest. The yells from the other side of the door meant less and less to her, a name that no longer belonged to her...she was on autopilot as she slurped the last few drops from the container, then ooked quietly on the linoleum floor, playing with the clothes that lay scattered around her.