Your wife looks at you seductively. She's squatting down by the bed, you hop next to her and without further ado, you kiss her passionately. It's a slobby kiss - you both have a frog tongue now which makes things complicated. Your big frog hands shrew her shirt out exposing her big aching green breasts. Your wife looks at you eagerly and croaks profoundly as if inviting you to advance. You put your thumbs on her nipples and swirl around - it's not very effective so you use your tongue.
Your new tongue is a rather tricky asset; after a few more attempts you get the grip of it to become more confident in his use, and so does your wife who reclines back and lets you go to town on her. Your aching penis is maddening you, and something inside you, maybe your animalistic amphibian side tells you to mount your wife and do her.
She has a better idea and before you know it, her frog hand is in your back and pushes you directly to her lady parts. You take the hint and shoot at it with your tongue, just like if it was a juicy fly. She squirms on the point! The tip of your tongue snaes inside - you taste her (its rather sour and sweet at the same time). Your wife is panting, her throat inflating in and out as her pleasure escalates. You close your eyes and just wonder...even as a werefrog, you make her proud. You feel something change inside of her. You aren0t sure but it seems that you must go lower and lower. You open your eyes to see what's going on.
"Squat, my little froggie", you whisper. Without a second thought she does so, but tells you not to stop. She then puts herself in all fours. You take a good look at her slender, elegant body: her frog legs are eprfectly shpaed, her arms align with her shoulder and her back makes a perfect acute angle, she looks over her shoulder with a big pair of golden frog eyes and once more, she pleads you not to stop. The sweet and sour taste of her convince you, you go at her and feel her insides again. Her moans give in to little, consecutives ribbit sounds taht are becoming more and more frequent. You know she's about to orgasm. She does so!
ou stand back to watch her loose her composure because of the pleasure you gave her: she squirts and croaks loudly. You stand ther eprou as a man...a frog-man. Unlike your wife whose body is ever so much ooking more like a frog's. As she orgasms an twirls on the floor you see her anus and her vagin joinning with a popping sound which wakes her from a state. She looks over at you and croaks as if questioning what was that. Her face distorts to surprise...she croaks again, and again. She's scared actually. You soon find out she cannot utter any more human words. Her spine suddenly cracks and she croaks loudly, which sends her hair back. He rhair is now visibly recidiing and she's bald in the matter of seconds. Confused and scared you give a step back...your wife doesn't have time to ponder on what's going on, she begins jerking and twitching. Her bones reshift and her propotions change, and before you know, she's a total full frog. Looking at you rather appaled.