Cat Tongue

Part 3

Simone ceased to eat and drink after that experience.

Her stomach ached for food, but whenever she would attempt to eat, a wave of repulsion would prevent her from swallowing. The same reaction even happened when she tried to drink a simple bottle of water. No matter how hungry Simone was, not even her favorite dishes could get down her throat. Her hunger and thirst would be temporarily subdued when she brushed her teeth, she noticed. So she decided to brush her teeth at least three times a day in the place of her meals.

It wasn't easy to maintain, though, due to Simone's housemate.

She had told Chloe that she was sick and couldn't keep anything down. Regardless, the blonde insisted that she had to eat something. She suggested every food that would be nausea-friendly. Simone's stomach growled at the sight and smell of each and every one of them, but none of it made it down.

She had gotten sent home from work after they found out that she had gone three days without eating or drinking. At this, Simone was frustrated. She insisted that she was fine and that her sluggish behavior was only the cause of a stomach bug. However, her boss argued that her coworkers saw her faint at her desk. Simone brushed it off as her just falling asleep, but her boss wasn't convinced.

It wasn't so much as Simone hated missing work. It was more that she didn't want to have to be bedridden while that tongue remained in her room. She tried resting on the living room couch, but that only added to Chloe's suspicion.

"Simone, I want to understand what's going on. You can't tell me that this is normal."

Beads of sweat were rolling down the other woman's face. Her brown skin held a sickly pallor underneath its hue. She couldn't live like this. It was hell, but what was the cost? Being sent away to a mental asylum? She wasn't insane.

"I'm just...sick. I just..." Simone's dry lips scraped against one another as she spoke.

A small bottle of water was pressed to her arm.

"Please, just try this for me," insisted Chloe, her voice weak.

Simone had been offered water before, but this time, she was determined. She was sick of being pushed around by this phenomena. She refused to be pushed around any longer by a mere appendage.

"I'm not gonna die like this."

Simone took hold of the bottle and opened it. Life bled into her as she pressed it to her lips and drank. The cool feeling was so surreal, almost orgasmic. But then, something firm pushed up against her mouth, blocking any more water from passing through.

Simone ceased her drinking to inspect the bottle.

At first, she thought it was an eraser, the shape, size, and color matching almost precisely. But then Chloe gasped. Simone saw why.

Inside the water bottle was not an eraser, but a small barbed tongue.

The bottle dropped from the woman's hand as she pushed past her friend to rush into the bathroom behind her. The sounds of retching and water splashing echoed as Chloe picked up the bottle with trembling hands.

"H-H-How...?" the blonde breathed "How did this even happen?"

Simone's hand slammed on the bathroom door frame "You...you tried to kill me!"

Chloe twisted around, startled and barely able to gasp "Wha...?! Simone, I-I don't know how I didn't see this—"

"You're a part of this, aren't you?! You and those two at work! You knew all along!" Simone spat "Why would you even think this is funny? It's disgusting!"