The liquid sled smoothly down his throat. When it reached his stomach he felt a warmness overcoming him. The woman got up and exited the room once again.
"Wait...were are you going?"
Dam! He was hot, he was feeling hot and was really sweaty...his skin it wasn't cold and soggy anymore. It had become hot and normal. Marty took a good look at it; it hadn't that green colour anymore, more like a pale green hue. His interios burned, especially his intestins, Marty crawled up his legs for a while to release the pain that ended up in a fart he wished the woman hadn't heard. His mouth felt funny and dormant as if he had come from a trip to the dentist. Finally he noticed his webbed hands loosing the web and look more and more human like. His feet were stricken by a sharp pain as his bones rearranged slightly to become a mixture between a normal man foot and webbed loosen skin. The muscles in his body decreased and he became less athletic to feel once again his beer loving belly.
He was thrilled!
His skin finally lost the green tone. He took his now human hand to touch his face: his throat was normally not distended and slightly bloated; his chintee (chin covered by facial hair) felt like normal goatee, no vestiges of algae or gawkiness. He had to touch the hair down there too to feel it normal again. Marty raised his arm to check his armpits: they two were now srpouting normal brown simple sweaty hair. The smell was the same he had since his thirteen years old instead of the earthy scent he'd stink as a frog. "Am I really changed? " he looked around and tried to spot a fly or a coakroach, could he flicker his tongue to get it? He looked around and looked...on the cabinets there was a shrine to a saint and some flowers. Marty stood up all naked and went nearby to church for some bugs on the rotening flowers. He found a ladybug and a beetle on them...he still, he still had a somewhat fading desire to eat them. He opened his mouthing and ejected a limpy thin tongue and stopped by his chin. His once meters long tongue was now reduced to that...he smiled. It soon would be gone, just like his appetite for insects.
Minutes had passed when the woman entered again in the room.
Marty was smiling and his tongue back to human.