Marty reach the climax and instead of a howl like he used to his throat inflated like a baloon and he croaked deeply. Rachel got the drift and stepped aside letting him come. She rolled over, with her belly facing down and stood in all fours presenting to him. Marty looked at her and felt the need to spread his seed...like if she was a willing frog to mate.
He squated like a toad and mounted her.
He had always been a gentle soul with her, caring her and being the more careful enough. But now he could resist to bang her hard...not like in the videos and films, in another way. They banged for minutes, she moaned like never before. Revealing her true colours, how she liked it rough.
"It's better a frog than a prince..."she said. She orgasmed and seconds before so did he, his tongue flickered all, his throat inflated and they fell colapsed on the bed.
"Seriously" he brok the silence a bit after. "We should try to solve this. How did this happen to me?" he asked himself looking again at his hands. "This isn't a dream, right?"
"I bet you were cursed by a witch or stepped on a sacred place" she said. Rachel always like the occult and all the kind of freakish things that gave Marty the shrivers. "Did you touch anything or bought anything from our trips to the island?"
He shrugged his shoulders. Not that he remembered.
"I'm getting hungry..." he said.
"Me too. Let's go to the bar and grab some food."
"I can't appear like this!"
"That's right. Ok, I'll go and bring something before you start eating flies" she said.