The couple returned home to their apartment, a quaint little basement apartment. Now, after Rick's transformation they would probably have to change their home life- an apartment just wont do for a frog-man. The two walked in to the familiar living room, a simple kitchen with aesthetic wear, and their beta fish still alive on the counter. For some reason, as Rick gazed at the fish, he felt a grumble.
"I'm hungry," Rick gasped gently "it feels as if I haven't eaten in months..."
Ricks girlfriend gazed towards him with a concerned gaze, sighing gently as she leaned to look at the fish.
"Don't eat the fish, my love, we will find something for you soon! Maybe a trip to the pet store." she moaned gently, gazing gently at him.
Rick looked at his girlfriend, staring at her leaning over the counter. He felt his stomach grumble as he gazed up her back and down her arm. He stalked forward like a predator on a hunt. He picked up her hand, holding it gently in his slimy webbed fingers. He lifted her ring finger to his mouth, the one that held the promise ring he had given to her before his mission. As he lifted the finger to his mouth, he heard his lover gasp.
Suddenly, its as if his instincts had taken over. No, not his instincts...
His frog instincts...
He began sucking, more and more and suddenly her whole hand was in his mouth. He felt placated at the moment, then suddenly he wanted more.
He craved more.
He needed more.
He sucked harder, ignoring his girlfriends yells and pleas. Soon his jaw has unhinged all the way up to her shoulder. He could see her scared, pleading eyes but he did not listen. He pushed her head to the side and begun to sink down more and more. Soon her head was within his mouth, her screams muffled by the slime and mucous. He hummed in pleasure as he continued, inch by inch until his lover had disappeared. He felt no shame, no regrets. Only an primal hunger that he needed more to fill.