Kelly lay down on the floor and slid the leggings back on. It wasn't easy to get them on again with the changes to her feet. She left her shirt off, waiting for the changes to resume Within a few minutes she felt the leggings subtly tighten against her legs, groin, and butt then a little warmer. It was light wrapping a weighted comforter around her lower half. The dark green color began to slowly move up her torso, led seemingly random streaks, like paint dripping down a wall (except moving upward, of course). When the green reached her breasts they began to firm and swell from B's to C's while her areolas turned an even darker green.
The transformation had been strangely arousing, but with the changes to her breasts it became even moreso. Kelly slipped a hand down the leggings, feeling for her slit. She was wet, almost slimy. She probed with a finger. She wanted Jake, but also wanted to see how the changes would progress.
The green flowed down her arms. Webbing started to form between her fingers. Now she grabbed at the top of the leggings with both hands, pushing them down, worried if she didn't that she soon wouldn't have the dexterity in her webbed hands to do so. As she did so, she found herself gagging. She struggled to get the leggings over her webbed feet, but finally succeeded. She couldn't see it, but the green had gone up her neck. The gagging intensified until suddenly her long tongue burst from her mouth.
Kelly lay on the floor panting. Then the door to the room burst open.
"Are you okay?" asked Jake. "It sounded...like you were...choking..."
Jake stared dumbfounded at the frog woman sprawled on the floor, who was also unmistakably Kelly.