Dustin couldn’t believe that he was pounding Jennifer. One of his major crushes…and every other teenaged guy. He bet that even teachers would want a way with her. She couldn’t stop moaning and he was pumping his speed.
“Do you like it?”
“Yeah!”
“Who’s a nasty frog?”
“That’s the worst sexy talk I’ve ever heard, Dustin” she answered between takes. The sound of her buttocks clapping was making him come faster. Dustin closed his eyes and concentrated on that sound, but suddenly it was ruined with a squish, squish, squish. He looked and noticed that Jenifrog was segregating a green goo that was covering his shaft, making it slide better. He quickly came inside her, and she ribbited with pleasure. She rolled over and he rested laying down, taking deep breathes.
“That was very good I’ll have to admit!”
“Thanks!” he said all smug.
“What’s that? Was it me?”
“What?” Dustin reacted more to Jenifrog’s puzzled voice. She pointed to him and he looked and saw his penis all green.”It’s your juices.”
Dustin stepped inside the pond and started to rub himself to wash it off.
“So are you going to catch some flies, frog girl?”
“Don’t mock me!”
“You know I’ll be back everyday fro this or else I’ll tell everyone the bug eater you are.”
“You’re such a jerk” Jenifrog said. On all fours she hopped to the other side of the greenhouse, resting nearby a palm tree. Dustin noticed he had upset her and stepped out of the pond. Going in her direction he noticed that all his legs and feet were green with some brown spots.
“What happened?” he said looking at himself.
“Your back…”he heard Jenifrog say. Soon the green spot was covering his all body and face.
“Dude, what’s happening to me?”
His chest started to pump and became a bit more muscular, his legs became really well defined and arched them a bit.
“You’re turning into a…” before Jenifrog could end her sentence, Dustin’s tongue fickered and caught something from the floor- maybe a cockroach. She saw as he horrified crunched it.
“Swallow it!” she said slightly amused. Dustin swallowed and his throat inflated in a deep ribbit. His hands were now webbed and his feet too –they were the size of a big laptop.
“I turned into a gross frog!”
“Hey! That’s the pay I think…”
“You did this to me!”
“The moral of this story is: You cannot handle my juices.”