Frog
The glare of bright lights woke Heather. Strapped down to a board, she cried out in fear. The last thing she remembered was being at a bar and picking up a man when her mind went blank. Maybe there was something in her drink, she had a headache to prove that, but as the bright lights rushed by her vision, Heather became fearful.
About a week ago, a man named X had approached her. He gave her a story about being a scientist and was looking for people to help him with an experiment. His pitch for her joining the trial had been perfect.
Heather had been in her early forties before taking the shimmering blue pill. Always a looker, now the wrinkles of a non-stop party lifestyle had taken a toll on her body. Drinking, smoking and taking drugs had been fun, but as forty hit her, she quickly began to look in her fifties. Dismayed and utterly destroyed mentally, the party girl had died leaving Heather a husk of her former self and alone. There was no one to call to help her. A runaway, Heather had mostly just bounced around between houses. A nasty divorce had secured her future, but how much did she own at the end of the day? To her, the answer was nothing, and now she was older, looking even older that she was and alone.
X's pitch had enticed her the moment he had finished the speech. Promises of restored youth, and another opportunity to find love and all she had to do was take a pill. Take a pill and think of her favorite animal. It had been a no-brainer that she had snatched the tablet away from X and taken it before he had even left the room. The scientist leaned back in his chair and smiled; he only asked her one question. What animal did she choose? It was a frog.
Ever since Heather had been a little girl, before an accident had killed her parents and forced her into the foster care system. She had run away from that life fairly quickly and by all standards, she should never have amounted to having any money at all. It was a godsend that her ex-husband like a woman incapable of almost anything but cleaning, but her party lifestyle had driven into abuse, which never helped. The divorce would have left her destitute, but though her partying ways, Heather had managed to get an affair going between a friend and him. The courts had given her had and then some of the vast fortunes of her husband. Maybe that was the motive why X had come to her with the pill. She suspected it all the way until the next morning.
Heather had been a looker. At sixteen, she had blossomed into a bombshell black haired beauty. Summers had been spent as often as she could, sunbathing and so her black hair had quickly been complimented on her golden skin. Many had commented that she looked like she was a native Hawaiian, but Heather laughed off the compliments. She had to. No matter what home she inevitably went to next, it was always a terrible place. The first time she had been raped was twelve, and she knew much of her partying was a way to hide the abuse. The only other thing she had to help was a stuffed animal frog. It was as black with sparkling colors that swirled across its skin. When she thought of the frog when taking the pill, it had been that image in her mind.
When she woke in the morning, it didn't take long for Heather to realize something had happened to her body. When she woke, she could feel how smooth the skin on her legs were. It took an hour for her to explore the nubile body that she had. Everything was tight and sensitive. Excited, Heather rushed out of bed to find herself looking in a mirror at her Twenty-year-old self. The wrinkles, the age, the everything was gone, washed away by the miracle pill. How then was she supposed to know the dangers of such a thing?
X had said something about giving him a call when she awoke the next morning. He wanted to check on her, but like she always did, she shirked the request. Nubile and feeling utterly in need of attention, Heather blew off the call to go party. It had started her on a path that had put her strapped to a hospital bed and looking up at bright lights.
She could barely see an arm on each side of her head. The wheels to the bed were causing the annoying rolling sound as it rolled somewhere unknown. Feeling lightheaded, she passed out once more.
When Heather woke again, she found herself in the dark. Not a pitch black night, there was some light, but it took time for her eyes to adjust.
"Doctor, she is awake," a voice said. It sounded like a young man, which right now was music to her ears. Recalling that X had told her about an unhealthy sex drive the pill would give, Heather had laughed it off. She was always horny and so what would a little blue pill do to help with that. Turns out, a lot. So much that Heather had found herself in need of a man continually. As a captured woman to whatever place she was, that should have concerned her, even left her more frightened, but now, at this moment, all she wanted was sex.
"Heather Gregorn, glad to see you are awake," another voice said. Heather looked around trying to figure out where the voices were at. Two males were up there a one young and one older one. The latter had a stern voice, like the man in charge.
"Where am I? Who are you?"
"Oh, you aren't frightened anymore it seems. Let me tell you; I am with the government," the stern voice said and then continued. "You were picked up at a bar after a biological attack occurred. You have been placed in quarantine as well as the rest of the survivors. My assistant here will be running tests to see if the agent used has infected you. Once you are deemed safe and the all clear is given, we will release you."
Heather knew the words were a lie. That wouldn't explain everything, especially why she was in a dark room. She had seen enough t.v. to know that being in quarantine meant lots of doctors and less movement. Whatever was going on, she seemed consigned to suffer it.
The two voice began a conversation, but she lost interest. Too horny now to think straight, she fidgeted. How long, she didn't know. It was as the two men were purposefully making her wait. There was nothing to do but try and get more rest, and so she closed her eyes and waited for sleep to overtake her.
Heather awoke laying down on a hard surface. No longer was she strapped to a hospital bed, but was in a bare room. In front of her, the door was made of thick bars, and she could see past them that there was a set up for a medical procedure. There was a bed and a few instruments. Whatever she had been told, this place was more sinister than she had been led to believe. Looking around some more, she found a clipboard and a pen on the stone floor. There were questions on the check board, and so she took a look at them.
The paper asked about medical, personal and family information. The last sheet requested an explanation how she became infected with the virus. She left the question blank because she felt that the medical doctor from earlier had explained how she ended up there. Putting the clipboard down and the pen, Heather inspected poem more. The cell was small, with a single light at the top, but it didn't burn brightly. The last thing to examine was herself. The robe, a medical one that was thin and light blue, quickly fell to the floor and left her naked. The temperature was comfy, and Heather preferred to be in the nude. Plus, there was a tool now that she could use to address another issue.
Some part of Heather knew that she should be worried about the situation. Instead, all that she could think about was sex. The naughty little clam between her legs was always buzzing for attention. Briefly remembering that she hadn't been able to pleasure herself in a while. Sitting in a corner, Heather got a comfy as possible.
Legs spread the nymphomaniac rubbed the base of the pen on the outside of her labia. They were swollen, so much so that Heather had often wondered if it was normal for the mons to be so big, but she sighed as the pleasure washed over her. The pen was a Bic, and it didn't take long for the plastic to become coated in her sex. That was one thing that changed with her taking the pill that X had offered. It was never hard for her to be ready for sex, but since the pill, what had once been enough now was copious. She hadn't even used the pen between her pussy lips yet and already the floor was accumulating a puddle of sticky juices.
Teasing helped draw out something else too. Besides having great looks, Heather also sported an assortment of tools within herself now that she could use to get a man into bed with her. Animals had pheromones, and the pill had bestowed those to her. Power, it was the talk that only lived in the world of comics and movies, but Heather had them. That and a freakishly long tongue now, but she tried to forget about it as often as possible. It ruined her image. She began circling the pen over her slit, sending chills up her back.
"Oh it has been too long," she said.
Then she pushed the pen between the folds of her cunt and gasped in pleasure. The lights outside her cell flipped on, and she growled in frustration. Hurrying, she got the robe back on and set the pen on the clipboard. The sounds of steps clicked on the floor, and Heather was sitting in the middle of her cell when the stereotypical looking doctor walked up.
"Fondelberg?" she asked.
"Excuse me?"
"Nothing, you looked like someone I know," she said. It was a lie. The man was too young to be any doctor she would have ever seen. Most
of the obg/yn's she had ever seen were pervy old men. This man had sandy blond hair, and he was lanky tall. Glasses, the nerdy type kids would have gotten picked on at school framed his face and shielded the blue eyes through their big lenses.
"Eh-em, Can I get the clipboard?"
She grabbed it and handed it up to him, purposefully keeping the pen in her other hand. He turned to leave, and she called attention to it. The doctor made her reach through the bars before he snatched the pen away.
"You're welcome," she said, but he ignored her. Just disappeared into the mass of medical equipment in the room.
"So what's the news?"
Her voice echoed in the cavernous medical facility, though she was beginning to think the place was in an abandoned warehouse. Now that the lights were on, she could barely make out steel beams above here, which meant that this was out of place for a medical facility. Quarantine had apparently been a lie.
"Hello?"
Her voice echoed again through the place. This time, there was a reaction from the doctor. He came stomping over the cell looking angry. The pen was in his right hand, which was in a fist. She smiled at him.
"What do you want?"
