Marty let himself go with the flow. He fuck-faced her with his eyes closed until he came inside her. She cleaned him up until he sighed with pleasure and opened his eyes to notice how his skin was a bit puffier, green and covered with humidity. Marty knew that what he was doing was wrong, he wronging Rachel but the Tree Frog Girl got up and sat on his lap making him “happy” again.
Marty laid back and let her ride him.
“Yeah. C’mon make yourself a big warty toad” she said as her flickering toad filled his chest with slimy saliva. Where there was normal chest hair the goo made it become kelp-like. Marty felt pain in his feet as he thrusted her knowing his feet were becoming froggy.
“Don’t you want this?”
“No!” he yelled in his mind, but again he had her boobs on his face.
“Don’t you want me to be your mate, to be the father of my tadpoles?”
“Humm…yeah, yes!” he stuttered.
The Tree Frog girl laughed.
“WHAT’S HAPPENING HERE!”
They looked back and Rachel had arrived, she was mad furious.
“I’m sorry, Rach. Please help me! Please!” Marty begged. Rachel could see the changes occurring right there – hi s hands becoming webbed, his musculature changing slightly, his eyes blackening and gaining golden irises and his tongue flickering like if searching for a fly.
The Tree Frog Girl laughed while looking at her. Marty didn’t stop though and with a deep croak he came inside the amphibious mistress.