However, instead of launching down your throat as you anticipated, the tongue instead sprays you directly in the head. You shut your eyes to block it out, the pain searing them as your tear ducts are barely operable anymore. Almost immediately, though, you feel a splash of water as your head is doused and cleared off. Through your blurry vision and dulled senses, you can somewhat make out the frog dipping its tongue into the lake and splashing you, before it goes back to caressing you.
You don’t understand. Is this some kind of foreplay for the parasite that overtook your body or something? Your head begins to tremble, something you initially pass off as either the coldness of the water or general fear, but considering your general lack of body...
SQUEEEEAAAAK
Your head lurches back into the she-frog’s tail nub, the latex surrounding the very edge of what’s left of your skin being loudly pulled in on itself. Your eyes widen as much as they can in shock as you feel your head being tugged back, you had thought that the tail nub had grown out of the back of your head but it looks like you were a little mistaken. The back of your head was directly brushed back up against it, still now devoid of hair but still being tugged back.
The tongue wipes across your forehead as you sink inward, looking… a little bigger than it did before. You feel a choking sensation from within, your neck feels as if it’s being crushed, the inside of your skull feels like jelly, you’re so deep inside the tail now that the latex surrounds you on all four sides.You’re scared that the tightness of the, you can only assume, she-frogs vaginal walls will crush you as your whole face begins to feel soft enough to the point where your skin droops. At last, a single small tear is able to escape your eye as you feel like something tiny is growing behind your neck. The man-frog’s tongue wipes the tear off, now so big that the tip is almost bigger than your shrinking head, and the frog waves bye to you as the tugging intensifies and your skin begins to feel slimy.
Your consciousness dulls as something from within pulls on the small thing that grew from you, the slimy feeling overtaking your very being as you find yourself coming to a stop in a dark, cramped place…
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… You’ve been awake for a while now. You don’t know how you know that, but something tells you that you’ve been awake. Your mind has only just come back into focus, you don’t know where you are or what you were just doing. It’s wet, it’s dark, and your limbs ache… limbs? You can feel limbs. Did you… turn back? Where are you?
You feel so tired, though, even thinking hurts as if you’ve never used your brain before. It’s so dark, but you swear you can see something in front of your face, practically touching you. Or, maybe it is touching you. You blink, but your eyes feel weird when they do. Something’s… still wrong here. You can feel the water underneath you, you’re lying in a shallow pool of water. You can only guess, because your arms and legs hurt to move. You try to waggle your fingers but that is probably the thing that feels the most out of place. You can only move three of them, and it feels like they’ve been stuck in something sticky because there’s something preventing you from spreading them apart too much.
You hear wet footsteps. Craning your head to the side, you catch the unfortunate sight of the man-frog, now towering over you. Despite the relative darkness surrounding you, you see them perfectly well as if you had a light on you. It approaches you with Its tongue drawn and the she-frog in tow… wait.
The she-frog that grew from your body is standing beside the frog-man. But… you’re right here, your body is right here. The tongue gets closer, you can only barely move any more than you could when you were stuck to the female. You don’t want to go through it again, you don’t want to feel like that ever again, you don’t want it to spray any more of that gas! You cringe and squeeze your eyes tightly shut and you feel the tongue… caress your cheek again. In fact, it does a lot more than that. It rubs your chin, your snout, the back of your eyes. It helps you sit up as it sits down with you and smiles while rubbing your squeaky shoulder, as the she-frog begins to tend to some of the other smaller frogs that are also in the room.
Oh no.
You look back down at the pool you were lying in, the shallow ledge overlooking a slightly deeper pond filled with latex tadpoles of many varying sizes mindlessly floating about. Even still, you only focus on the tadpoles because you don’t want to catch a second glimpse of the reflection in the water.
Oh no no no.
The reflection of the he-frog sitting next to another latex, and very young, bluish-green cartoon-y frog-girl that just so happens to be sitting where you are and following your every movement.
No! NO!
Well, at least this body has the ability to cry again, you find that a bit odd considering the whole latex thing, but that’s not really what’s concerning you right now. Maybe you should’ve figured that this was the case from the fact that you’re not breathing like an organic lifeform can, but you probably just got used to not being able to do so from your forgotten time as a tadpole. Nevermind your mind, though. your… erm… ‘brain’ may have finally matured to the point where you can remember who you were and stuff… oh, but that’s nothing you should be concerned about, dear. You’ll get used to all this, change is never easy at first. Your parents are pretty sure that you’ll quickly grow out of that silly rebellious ‘human male’ phase soon enough anyways, they bet you’ll probably forget about it in a week when you get used to the new home. Instead, you should be really happy, because you’ve reached a much more substantial achievement than that!
You’ve finally matured enough to get your limbs, kiddo, and your new family is so proud of you!