(Woman to Frog-Girl to Frog)
(Man to Frog)
(Man to Frog)
Theresa Moore: "the lawyer with the name of an angel and the soul of a demon". The dirty-blonde attorney attributed this nickname to two things. The first was the fact that a male-driven society naturally found a confident woman to be intimidating; a source of discomfort. The second was that she'd closed down the city's only orphanage with her last case, an event which cost her not so much as a night of sleep.
Yes, Theresa was probably one of the most cut-throat lawyers in Louisiana, which suited her just fine. In a job like hers, she had to be ruthless. It was just good practice.
Of course, as much as she told herself that as emotional reassurance, she had to admit it was a little exhilarating to break her opponents. It was just a shame that sometimes her callousness carried over to her clients as well, especially during the LeBeaux affair...
Theresa scowled as she thumbed her way through another page of documentation. Why was it that the French never kept proper legal records? Apparently her client, one Gabrielle LeBeaux, had been receiving numerous harassing messages and calls from an ex. Worse, she'd deleted them from her e-mail account and her phone messages, meaning only she and her live-in mother could testify to their existence.
Of course there was no hope in waiting for the ex, a 'Thomas Baptiste', to send Gabrielle another message: the boy had clammed up the second Gabrielle had told him she'd hired Theresa Moore, Attorney At Law. That was another problem with the French: so boastful!
But though he'd had the sense to stop texting her, Thomas had certainly been busy mouthing off to his friends. The texts Theresa had been able to subpoena had left her with a good start to the case, but she desperately needed some evidence of the calls.
And unfortunately—Theresa's glare intensified as she looked down to the papers before her—these transcripts Beatrice had made were worthless. If she wanted good evidence to sway a jury, she'd need to question the LeBeaux family herself.
Theresa glanced to her phone, frowning when she saw they were late for her meeting, in typical European fashion. Did they not realize that she had a full docket, and had only barely been able to fit in Beatrice and her mother?
As if awakened by her thoughts, the desk phone chimed loudly.
"Talk." Theresa intoned, clicking the speaker on with a well-manicured nail.
"Um..." It was Rick, her intern. He stammered as usual, still apparently unsure as to do how a basic receptionist's job. "It's—" His voice squeaked and he stopped talking, evidently too embarrassed to go on.
"Oh, for God's sake. Kid, force yourself to grow a pair, let them drop, then tell me those are the LeBeaux's, because if they're not, I'm dropping those clients like the rotten frogs they are." Theresa grit her teeth as she spoke. Was it too much to ask that people have just a modicum of professionalism around her?
"It's the LeBeaux's, miss. Should I send them up?" Rick's voice wavered slightly as he spoke and Theresa could imagine him fretting nervously like the little coward he was.
"Yes. And that's 'sir'." Theresa clicked off her intercom, quickly checking her reflection for any imperfections. It wouldn't do to be unseemly, after all. Satisfied that there were none, Theresa folded her hands and waited for the pair of Frenchmen to enter.
The first of the two, Gabrielle, was as Theresa had expected: a prim and proper European woman dressed to impress. She certainly understood the value of making a good impression on someone.
However, she clearly didn't get this talent from her mother. The woman that followed Gabrielle was a stereotypical gypsy, from the forehead rag to the gaudy clothes. Worse, they seemed abnormally classy—was this the woman's attempt to impress Theresa?
"Ah, you have a good working place." The gypsy said, trailing her eyes along Theresa's office. "Many tidings of fortune to you, and how you say, it is our pleasure to meet you?" She smiled, extending a hand airily.
"Quite." Theresa replied, doing her best to keep her emotion from her face. It seemed that this would be one of 'those' depositions.
"Pardon my mother, but you did ask that she be here." Gabrielle smiled bowing slightly.
"Of course. However, I'm afraid I must ask. Would she be objected to some more refined clothes in court? I'm afraid that a judge might not take her too seriously like... Well, like this." Theresa gestured with one hand, determined to get the awkward part of the conversation out of the way first.
To her complete lack of surprise, the elder LeBeaux took offense to her words. "Finer clothes? Does this lawyer-woman have no sense for fashion? I wear best dress possible, and she treats me like this! Apologies are in order, Gabrielle!"
Theresa kept her calm, smiling placidly. "I'm sorry, but society does have its standards, and—"
"Standards! Pah! I hire you to get my daughter's ass of a hole boyfriend to be not a problem! I sign your checks, you do your work!" The old woman waved a bangle-laden arm irritatedly, sending an annoying chime through the air.
"Watch your words carefully, miss." Theresa let some of her true ire bleed through, her glare hardening to the stare she'd used to break many a witness. "I am this state's finest lawyer, and I'm choosing to represent you out of good will. If you anger me further, I might not—"
"Might not what? Accept my generous checks?" The gypsy woman hollered, waving off her daughter as she returned Theresa's glare with one of her own. "I know your type, a bunch of greedy and foul wage-obsessed demons in search of your next meal!"
"Demon I may be, but that's better than being a fucking frog like you!" Theresa snarled, resorting to vulgarity to help break the woman. "Now, are we going to talk like adults, or are you going to keep throwing a temper tantrum?"
"Frogs!" The gypsy screamed. "Gabrielle, leave this room immediately! I will follow you in a moment!"
"But mama, please! She is—"
"I do not care who she is!" The gypsy waved a hand. "She has wronged us, and so must be punished!"
Theresa arched an eyebrow as Gabrielle meekly filed out from her office. "'Punished'? I could have you arrested for such words."
"I'd love to see a little frog like you even try! You think that we are frogs; let us see if some time as one will teach you manners!" The gypsy tossed a hand in the air idly, spreading some powder from within her robe across Theresa.
"Ooh, a 'gypsy curse', no doubt." Theresa rolled her eyes. "Forgive me for being unimpressed, and leave my office immediately."
The elder LeBeaux smiled in a distinctly unsettling way, nodding as though she'd just finished some great task. "As you wish, frogling."
With that, the woman spun with a clinking of jewelry; then was gone.
"Well, that was certainly something." Theresa chuckled to herself, looking on at the retreating women. Once she was sure they were out of earshot, she clicked on the intercom to Rick. "Hey, kid, when my next appointment gets here, why don't you make sure they're not crazy before sending them up?"
"R-right away, ma'am—sir," Her intern stammered.
Theresa sighed, rolling her eyes and flipping the LeBeaux case shut. She might consider taking them up again if they made her a good enough offer, but for now this was a closed case. The lawyer sighed aloud, stretching her arms and hearing them crack a few times.
"Well, better get to work before that gypsy's curse starts taking hold." She chuckled to herself, jotting down some notes in the half hour before her next appointment. Little did she know that the curse was already beginning to take hold over her body, making good on the French woman's words.
As Theresa typed, her skin started to take on a glossier hue; smoothing from human flesh to a more amphibian texture. She hardly noticed this, or the gentle swelling of her breasts as they expanded from her professional C-cup to a flirtatious D-cup. If anything, these changes were making her feel more and more alive; energetic somehow.
Theresa got up to stretch, only to yelp in surprise as her bra finally gave way, her breasts expanding to a slutty pair of E's. She looked down at them in surprise, but before the lawyer could respond, her intercom was paged again.
"Rick?" She answered, looking down at the flashing dial. "Tell my next appointment to hold off for a minute..." She had to be hallucinating; there was no way her breasts could just grow like that! Then again, if that was the extent of this 'curse', Theresa could easily get used to it. She just needed a little time to adjust; probably go bra shopping...
"Sir? I've already sent them up to you. Relax; no weirdos this time." Rick responded.
Theresa could almost see the dumb smile on his face, but she didn't let this latest development phase her. If she could perform a cross-examination right after a minor surgery; she could easily handle whatever what happening to her. It was probably some hallucinogenic that the gypsy woman had slipped her, anyways. That would certainly explain the powder...
A knock on her door brought Theresa to the present. She walked confidently over to it, smoothing out her stretched blouse and absently noting just how perfectly smooth her skin seemed now. This curse seemed to be less of a curse and more of a makeover!
Her next client, a set of Japanese men looking to sue for trademark reasons, certainly took note of her new 'assets'. "Um..." One of them started, openly staring at her chest.
"You look a little different than we last remember." The other finished for his compatriot, moving swiftly to make up for any social lapse.
"I'm sure I do." Theresa smiled to them. "It's been an odd sort of day." Her throat started to tingle as she spoke, and the woman cleared it idly. "Please, if you wouldn't mind being serrr-eated?" Theresa flushed slightly as she half-croaked the word. She cleared her throat again, sitting across from the two men.
The first businessman spoke up quickly. "Yes, we were here to discuss the offending article. We believe we now have hard evidence that IntelliSys has stolen our data for use in their current application."
Theresa loved that about the Japanese: they were always to the point, no mussing about like that French woman from earlier. "Oh? That's indeed excellent news. Please, tell me more about this ev-ibbit-dence."
The two men looked at her in confusion, and Theresa realized she'd just croaked aloud. Much like a frog... The woman's face colored. "Exc-ibbit m-ibbit." This time her tongue lolled from her mouth, hanging well below her chin.
The lawyer blushed more, hurriedly running form the room. As she did, the changes gripping her body took their chance to accelerate. Her gait became a little staggered, and the lawyer practically lurched into a conference room, croaking loudly.
She had no idea what was happening to her, but she was fairly sure she knew the source. Theresa glared at her phone, her slimy fingers not registering it in the same manner. Eventually, she was able to get it unlocked, and the woman found herself more than a little glad that she’d saved a certain Frenchwoman’s number. She tapped her amphibian fingers to a call screen, speed-dialing Gabrielle LeBeaux.
"Hello?" Came the response a moment later, Gabrielle's voice surprisingly soothing to Theresa.
"Yes-ribbit! You need to herribbit me! I'm turrrrrbit into a froooak!" Her cheeks bulged with the last word, and Theresa's face turned a newer shade of red, even as her skin started to take on a distinctly greenish hue.
"Oh my." Gabrielle sighed. "Mama did this, didn't she?"
"Turrribbit me barooak!" Theresa's cheeks puffed out again, larger this time, and her skin now looked positively verdant.
"I am afraid that she is out for the day... If you were to visit, perhaps I could take you to her, but..." Gabrielle paused. "Will you reconsider taking me on as a client? I am truly sorry for Mama's—"
"Yes! Ribbit! Anything! Just chaooaok! Change me back!" Theresa pleased into her phone.
"That is excellent news! I do not know much magic, but I know that a good deal of magic is powered by core human sins. Lust is the biggest of these, and perhaps if you were to have sex with a man; you could divert the curse's attention?"
"S-sex?" Theresa paled, croaking quietly. Her legs started to lengthen, becoming springier and more dexterous.
"Yes. Maybe with three men, at least. I feat Mama has given you a powerful curse, and... Oh, you must hurry! It sounds that you are almost fully in the curse's hold! And when that happens, only Mama can help you!"
Theresa didn't need to be told twice. She hung up the phone without saying a goodbye or a thanks. Already her froggy fingers were fumbling at her phone, calling the nearest weak-willed man she knew. "Rriiibit! Rick! Get to the sparribbit conferiibit! Conference room! Urroak!" Theresa clicked off the phone, wishing beyond anything else that she could somehow entice the intern to fuck her.
She knew that Rick must not have high standards, but to be with her like this? What chance did Theresa have—she paused her musings as her breasts ached again. The lawyer looked down, croaking in surprise as her girls started to expand, a new weight pulling her down a little as they nearly doubled in size.
Then they expanded again, causing Theresa to lose her balance and fall to the floor; accompanied by a popping of buttons as her shirt tore. Her arms windmilled as she landed on her natural airbags, and the woman whined and croaked loudly, unable to rise with such pendulous weights on her breasts.
Thankfully, her breasts weren’t the only thing to expand—her thighs were growing as well. The woman moaned subtly as her flesh rippled, more and more muscle toning her flesh. She looked down in bewilderment, unable to process just how muscled they were. Then she smiled with relief, realizing that she should now be able to stand again.
Sure enough, Theresa’s muscled legs were easily able to hold herself upright, allowing her a better look at her bigger breasts. Though ‘bigger’ certainly was an understatement!
Theresa’s eyes bulged nearly as much as her cheeks as she croaked again, feeling their heavy mass in her hands. She regretted the decision almost immediately, now noticing how her skin had transitioned from ‘smooth’ to ‘slimy’.
But regardless of texture, breasts were breasts. They certainly solved the issue of needing to find a way to attract Rick… Just in time too, as it sounded like he was just outside.
The door to the conference room slid open and Rick ran inside, looking as bedraggled as ever. "Yes, sir... Whoa, what's going on?"
"You. Me. Ribbit. Fuck now." Theresa commanded simply, already working to slip off her skirt. Her shirt was already liberated, so at least that much was taken care of.
"W-what?" Rick asked, a dumbfounded look on his face as Theresa slammed the door shut behind him.
By way of response, the lawyer shoved her tongue into her intern's mouth, feeling the appendage lengthen a little and expanding to fill it almost completely. "Fuck me or your firibbit! Firibbit! Let go!" She hollered, yanking down his pants.
Any reservations that the youth might have had were washed away by an overwhelming wave of desire. He did as asked, his trousers hitting the floor just in time for Theresa to literally hop atop him.
Theresa's new powerful legs made such a feat easy; just as they made it simple to grip him tightly to her body, having him hold her aloft. Her huge breasts mashed into his chest, and Theresa croaked loudly as a wave of pleasure broke across her body; Rick entering her just as commanded.
"Good boy." Theresa croaked, her own froggy hips moving in time with his. She leaned closer to him, guiding him back against the wall so she could better slam into him again and again. Theresa let her long tongue hang loose from her mouth, her fingers transforming as she slapped them to the wall on either side of Rick.
She didn't know that this was the change from human fingers to frog digits. She only cared that it let her hold onto the smooth, vertical surface better, letting her pleasure herself more and more on the intern.
And even though he was basically being used as a human dildo, Rick didn't seem to mind. He groaned with absolute pleasure, reaching his limit in just scant minutes, filling Theresa's pussy with a thick torrent of cum.
Theresa croaked loudly in surprise, her own muscles clenching around him as she climaxed too. Her hands started to slide down the wall as human skin replaced froggy flesh, and her breasts deflated to their usual size.
Theresa beamed with relief as she looked at herself up and down, realizing she'd returned to her normal form. That wasn't bad; she could certainly stand doing this a few more times!
"Um? Sirrribbit? I don't feel so grooak." Rick groaned loudly, his body taking on the greenish hue that Theresa's had had moments before. His bones started to crack and pop loudly, and the young intern was thrown to all fours, cheeks bulging as an overwhelming wave of change broke across him.
Theresa stared with fearful eyes as the man's face pushed out into an amphibian snout; his fingers splaying wide as his hands transformed. Somehow, impossibly, it seemed as though he was changing into a frog! But he hadn't been cursed!
Rick turned a pair of yellow, pleading eyes up to Theresa just in time for his body to begin to shrink, quickly disappearing within the now-voluminous clothes he'd once worn. Seconds later, a fully-grown frog hopped from the pile, croaking in confusion.
Theresa stared at it in slack-jawed horror, her mind racing as she struggled to realize what she'd just done. Was that... That was Rick, wasn't it? He'd been a person just moments before, and now... Now he was some frog?
The woman fumbled for her phone, quickly calling Gabrielle again. After a few rings, the girl picked up with a faint “Hello?”
“What the hell was that?” Theresa demanded.
Gabrielle paused. “Was what? You're sounding better, did you find your first man?”
“Of course I did! And he changed into a fucking frog! Literally!” Theresa glared into the receiver as she spoke, sending occasional nervous glances to the hopping and croaking frog. It seemed dumb enough to still be Rick, which answered whether or not it really was her intern.
“Oh, well of course! I was considering warning you, but you seemed so desperate...” The girl paused momentarily on the other line. “I do hope that the poor man wasn't anyone important to you.”
Theresa looked at the frog for a moment contemplatively. “No, he wasn't.” She said after a moment's hesitation. “But that doesn't change the fact that I just transformed a man into a frog!”
“Of course! And you'll need two more by the end of the day, unless you're okay with getting all slimy yourself.”
Even over the phone, Theresa could tell that the girl was smiling.
“You bitch... You're enjoying this, aren't you?”
“Only a little.” Gabrielle replied. “I mean, you were rather rude. Besides, think of this as a... Character-building experience.”
“Fuck your character and fuck you too! I can't just go around transforming men into frogs! What kind of a fucking psychopath wou-urrroak!” Theresa's head jerked forward, her cheeks bulging as a massive ribbit ended her tirade.
“The same 'psycopath' that's currently transforming into a frog.” Gabrielle replied smugly. “But if you're fine with becoming a frog, hop on over to our house. I'm sure Mama programmed your animal brain to think of our place as home.”
“Fuck. Y-urrribbit!” Theresa's cheeks bulged and her tongue spilled from her mouth.
“Good luck, Theresa. For what it's worth, I do hope you make it through this. Mama still needs a lawyer, after all...” Gabrielle clicked off her line on that ominous note, leaving Theresa alone in the room with a frog that seemed to delight in her discomfort.
“Yeah, laugh it up, toady. I'm gonna beat this, just you watch.” Theresa grabbed her coat and stormed from the room, her hurried pace coming to a stop when she was at the door.
Though she wasn't particularly fond of the intern, she couldn't just leave the frog alone in her care. Theresa sighed aloud, scooping up the amphibian in her hands. She cupped Rick close to her, groaning as she realized that her business skirt had no pockets, nor did she carry a purse.
Squeezing her eyes shut, Theresa slid the frog that was formerly her intern between her breasts, feeling them swell to hold him better. She looked down at them with a frown, using her other hand to hold her torn shirt together.
She looked close enough to business-like; that should serve to keep people from gawking. Or rather, it would keep them from gawking until she got in the car and needed both hands again... The woman sighed, not looking forward to how the rest of the day would pan out.
Yet despite her reservations, a few hours later Theresa was loving her new body. Granted, it constantly felt like she was dripping with oil. But on the other hand—webbed though it may be, Theresa was loving how attractive her body was.
Her arms and legs were better than when she'd been in her peak, and her breasts... Well, they hadn't quite expanded to the same level that they had before, which suited Theresa just fine. Right now they were on a level that was typically reserved for dreams and Japanese fetishists, and she couldn't be loving them more.
Even her froggy tongue was a little bit appealing, allowing her to really finish off the chicken she'd cooked for dinner. Theresa had even made a game of it, snapping up a mouthful yo see how accurate she could get the appendage to be.
Of course, even with that, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was abut to go awry. As to what that would be though, she had no idea. In all honesty, Theresa felt young again, and if this would be the extent of her changes... She could definitely make a living as a fetish model.
At least, that's what she'd thought until her hips and shoulders popped, throwing her to the ground. She didn't really need to worry about the impact though; her breasts swelled further to meet the ground, cushioning her fall.
Theresa croaked in distress, hopping awkwardly to her table to grip it and try to stand. It wasn't of much use; the woman could barely get to a stooped position, let alone reach normal human posture!
Oh no. Oh hell no. There was no way in hell Theresa was changing into a complete animal like Rick! She was better than that; she needed to stop this!
The lawyer swallowed as she contemplated her next action. Though she thought it to be completely repugnant... Theresa needed to fuck.
Mind resolved, Theresa turned for her door, slipping on a robe to cover herself and a hat to hide her form. It didn't do too much for her, but it would at least keep prying eyes from her.
“D-rrroan't wait up!” She called back to the frog lounging on her table, hopping down the steps in a panic. Her mind raced as she started to think of what sort of man would want to have sex with her like this.
She might be able to find a bar where someone was drunk enough... Or she could try and find a male stripper—though at this time of night that was practically an impossibility.
Then it came to the changing woman: there was a fetish nightclub just down the street from her apartment!
The woman half-laughed, half-croaked with amusement at the thought. To think that she'd be saved by a club that she once tried to close down! Theresa grinned as she entered it, heading to one of the backrooms.
She'd never been to one of these before, but... Her eyes lit up as she spied a man tatooed to look like a snake, and she hopped to him, grinning from ear to ear. He looked back to her with a smile, his own eyes lighting up.
Theresa fell back to a normal frog's squat, hopping forward to meet her new suitor. She winked suggestively at him, letting her hat fall and her robe open to reveal her massive breasts and froggy appearance.
She didn't think it possible, but the man's eyes widened further, and she could see him getting hard already. Theresa leapt next to him with a grin. “W-rrrut say we take this to somewhere a little more... purrrr-ivate?” She smiled earnestly, running a webbed hand down his thigh.
“Yes ma'am!” The man said enthusiastically, looking back at her in astonishment. “That's fantastic make-up, by the way. I'm—”
Theresa held up a hand, running her longer tongue along her lips. “No names, not yet. I'll be Frog, and you'll be Snake. Now, let's see how loud your python can make me croak.” She grinned up at him.
“Hey, I'm into it.” He grinned, pulling out a key from his jacket and twirling it around a finger. “I was saving this room for a vixen later tonight, but... Well, she'll have to settle for being my second dip.”
Theresa shivered at the thought of fucking this guy, but she had little other choice in the matter. At least she was going to be doing the world a service by making him as toady as he seemed.
Theresa hopped into the room after him, shivering at the sensation of the shag carpet against her hands. She desperately wished that she could stand, but she also didn't want to risk the humiliation of an unattractive fall. Instead, she hopped from her robe, using her strong legs to perform a second leap onto the bed.
“Damn, you're committed to this act.” Snake said with a thin smile. “I like that.” he flicked his tongue along his lips, and Theresa shivered as she noticed it was bifurcated like a reptile's.
Then he undid his pants, exposing his hard member, and Theresa knew nothing else mattered. She pounced upon him, her legs wrapping around him as she had with Rick. Frantically, the frog-girl tried to spear herself on his cock, just as she had with Rick.
“Whoa there, Froggy!” Snake grinned, gripping her with his arms and pulling her form himself. She shoved her onto the bed, tits against cloth and ass in the air. “That might have worked with whatever pussy you're usually used to fucking, but now you're with Snake!”
With that, he hilted himself in her, his cock stretching her pussy more than she'd thought possible for someone of his size.
With a croak in surprise, Theresa realized she was starting to shrink slightly, becoming more and more of a proper frog. She croaked loudly in denial, feeling her cheeks bulge a little more than before, her breasts swelling to a new and even more disproportionate size.
The lawyer croaked, shoved face-first into the pillows as Snake began what could best be described as a passionate assault. There was none of the halting tenderness that Rick possessed; this was sex with the pure and primal need to cum. And Theresa loved it.
She let her long tongue fall from her mouth, panting loudly with pleasure and groaning as her eyes started to slide to the sides of her head, turning dark and yellow.
Small rivulets of sweat formed all along Theresa's body as she croaked again and again, feeling her skin get so slick and slimy. She loved this, it ws pleasure beyond pleasure! It was like her body was getting as wet as she was!
“Jeez, you're a wet one!” Snake laughed, redoubling his efforts. “You haven't cum yet, have you?”
“Yourrribbit! You wish! Ribbit!” Theresa's cheeks bulged as she grinned cheekily back at the man, grinding back on his cock and mashing her giant tits into the bed before her.
Her hands moved to grope at her big breasts, and she moaned aloud, her froggy eyelids fluttering with pleasure. She moaned again, her strong legs kicking as they drew to a proper frog's proportions.
And as she completed the action, she noticed that her leg had brushed up against something just as slimy. The woman looked back to find that Snake's skin was getting a good deal more smooth, his sweat making him just as slick as she was.
As she watched, she saw that his fingers were webbing over, and his belly was expanding to be just like any other frog's. His own legs began to change a second later, bulking up even as his muscular arms began to dwindle.
If Snake noticed at all, he gave no sign of it. Instead, he grabbed onto Theresa's hair and pulled hard, cumming into her with a shout of relief. Her hair came out easily, though as his semen filled her love hole, she quickly regrew what was taken.
Theresa shuddered with pleasure, feeling her breasts begin to recede into her body and her skin return to its normal texture. She smiled back over her shoulder, looking as Snake as he stared dumbfounded at the hair he was holding in one hand.
“What the furrribbit!” His eyes widened comically as his cheeks bulged, and the man practically seemed to melt into his clothing.
Theresa caught sight of one of his hands as it fell within the collar of his jacket, and she smiled to herself with pleasure. Well, one less toad in the world... This one, she certainly wouldn't need to bring home.
The woman stood up, looking back to Snake with a grin. “Sorry, looks like you couldn't quite get me to cum. Better luck with your next quick fuck... Assuming you make it across town to the pond.”
Theresa laughed as the frog croaked indignantly, and she picked up her robe to slip it around her body. Then she paused, looking down to her chest. Not bad, she was still pretty well endowed. That would definitely make it easier to find her next victim.
She chuckled with pleasure, walking back out to the club with a self-assured grin on her face. She was just fine; all she had to do was leave this dive and head back out to a more reputable club. Or, better yet, her house.
The woman grinned as she slipped her robe a little tighter, strutting out from the room; then the club entirely. The woman tossed her hair over one shoulder, feeling like she was the sexiest girl in the world. She'd just lured a guy into having sex with her when she was half frog!
Theresa grinned, waving to her bell-boy as she took the elevator back up to her room. He'd be a cute little lay, but good help was so hard to find... Nah, it'd be a lot easier if she hired a male escort. Those were the legal terms used to describe prostitutes, right?
Theresa swiped open her phone, looking disdainfully back at the recent call to Gabrielle. With a little bit of luck, she'd never need to use that number again... Theresa shivered with distaste, already feeling a little slimier from thinking of Gabrielle.
The lawyer shook off the thought that she was actually becoming slimier, instead calling an escort company she had once represented. You got to see all sorts of crazy people when you worked law, and luckily for Theresa, she kept her contacts in extremely good order.
“Hello, this is Theresa calling in a favor.” She chuckled, loving the line that her former client had told her to use. It was her 'Free Express Lay', a guarantee that they'd send someone to her at any time as long as she was still in the city.
Sure enough, the line clicked and Theresa was put on with the club's owner in under a minute. “Theresa! How's my favorite lawyer?”
Theresa grinned as she replied. “I'm doing well, Ray. You've been doing rather well at keeping out of trouble!”
She could see his effervescent smile on the other end of the line. “Of course! You told me to! But... I trust that was not the nature of this call, was it?”
Theresa smiled back, lounging in her chair. “No, I was actually hoping to get into trrr-oable.” Her hand flitted to her throat and her eyes widened as her cheeks bulged slightly.
Damn. It looked like the changes were already starting to spread along her body. She had to act quick before Ray got suspicious. “I want... I want your most undiscerning of suitors. Someone who'll fuck anyone, in any way.”
“Oh, man... You want him soon? Sweetie, the next guy I can send won't be 'til a little later. Does midnight work?”
Theresa's eyes bulged as she let out a loud and croaking “No!” She cleared her throat and tried it again a moment later, hoping she'd be a little less froggy. “No, but thank you. Do you have anything sooner? I really need to get this done... today.”
“What's the matter, baby? You cursed?” Ray laughed aloud, not knowing how spot-on he was. “Tell you what, I'll send one of our new kids over to you. He's a little bit soft, but I'm sure you can toughen him up.”
Theresa almost cried with relief. “Thanks Ray... You're a lifesaverrrr—ribbit!” She coughed loudly to cover her croak, blushing madly into her receiver as she tried to correct her speech.
The croak had also caused her chest to swell, and Theresa found herself stooping to support the weight of her new massive assets. She swallowed nervously and soije into her handset again. “Before midnight, right?”
“Yeah, before midnight. He'll get to you in twenty, if your burning loins can wait that long.” Ray laughed, clicking off his end of the call.
Theresa gulped nervously, looking at the clock. It was eleven-thirty at night right now, which meant she'd need to milk him dry in ten minutes. Normally the woman had more than enough confidence in such things, but at the rate she was changing back into a frog...
Theresa croaked again, her cheeks bulging almost comically wide as her eyes yellowed. She groaned aloud, hefting her massive breasts under one arm as she headed to the door, unlocking it before it became a problem.
Then, she walked back to her bedroom, slipping on a slinky dress to better entice whoever Ray had sent. Lord knew, she'd need all of the help she could get.
The longest twenty minutes of Theresa's life came and went, bringing with them more and more unwelcome changes. Her skin darkened once more to a pallid green, and her fingers had webbed over as though to mock how often she was drumming her fingers on the table.
On the bright side, at least her breasts had expanded further, enlarging to the extent that they barely looked real. Somehow her girls still retained their perfect shape, no matter how much weight was packed on them. It was, well... Magic!
And speaking of magic... Theresa looked up to her door impatiently, biting her lip. She really, really needed for her escort to get here; needed some Magic Mike cock in her cunt!
The froggy woman huffed, breathing deeply as she slowly slipped a bulbous, webbed finger into her pussy. She shivered in ecstasy, her eyes shut a she imagined some young stallion thrusting deep into her; rocking her world.
In private like this, Theresa could be as loud and as proud as she wanted to be, and she afforded herself the luxury of playing to her fantasies. “Oh, f-roakk me! Fuck my f-ribbit! My froggy pussy! God, yuroaak!” Her eyelids fluttered, and she felt another glorious wave of passion run over her form.
“Starting without me, are we?” An amused voice spoke from the doorway. “I hope you don't mind, I let myself in when I heard...” The speaker rounded to corner to see his charge, his eyes widening. “Whoa.”
“Now, don't freak out...” Theresa raised her hands, regretting the decision as her juices dripped down her webbed fingers, glistening in the light of her room.
The young man chuckled with a small shrug. “Hey, don't worry. Your passions are my passions tonight. And if you want to fuck like some lizard lady—”
“Frog.” Theresa corrected him, blushing madly as she ran her thinner tongue along her slick lips. She hadn't expected to look so... Good! Like a young Ryan Reynolds mixed with Robert Redford! She almost felt sorry for what she was about to do, but needs must.
The escort laughed. “Right. If you want to fuck like some frog lady, then I'll gladly see if I can make your croaks rock this building.” He grinned back at her, winking. “I'm Tony, and tonight I'm all yours.”
Theresa's heart hammered with anticipation, and she licked her lips again. It was like all of the moisture had gone from one set of lips to the other! She couldn't believe that she hadn't tried this before!
“Well then, what are you waiting for?” Theresa purred, looking at him with a grin on her face. She splayed her legs, revealing her wet frog's pussy to him. “Let's see how well you play.”
Tony unzipped his pants with a grin, kicking them off and sauntering over to her with a cocky smile on his face. “Play? Oh, this is no game, Miss Frog. This is the best night of your life.” He grinned, picking her up and letting her wrap her legs around his body.
That was all the cue that Theresa needed to lower herself onto his cock, gyrating her hips against his. Pleasure filled her body and she groaned loudly, not quite realizing how close she'd brought herself to release.
“Damn, you're into this.” The man laughed, falling back on the bed and letting her fuck at her own pace. He was a real pro, this one: she felt completely at ease with him! Free to fuck, free to croak, free to run as wild as she wanted!
Her cheeks bulged again and her breasts bounced heavily as she rode him hard, her legs' muscles expanding as though to better suit her role. She let her tongue flick out from her mouth, slurping all along her face as she beamed with content.
“Oh, you're a dirty little frog, aren't you?” Tony grinned, shifting his hips slightly so Theresa's every motion carried his cock to her most sensitive of spots.
Theresa could only soundlessly nod, her spine creaking as it extended into a stubby tail. The woman let out a loud and croaking moan as her shoulders and hips popped, locking her into a four-footed posture, and her breasts swelled more and more, pressing the man down on the bed beneath her.
“Yeah, croak for me, baby.” Tony chuckled, his strong arms holding her closer to him.
Theresa replied as asked, echoing croak after croak of ecstasy as she came hard, the pleasure too much for her to bear. She trembled and quaked, her pussy clamping down on him as she had a world-shaking orgasm.
The frog-girl panted and croaked, letting her tongue fall tiredly from her expanding lips. Then she looked down with mounting horror, feeling the man begin to grow flaccid beneath her.
“N-noooak! Why arrrn't you harrrdibbit!” Theresa whined, starting to move her hips again only to yelp in discomfort as her pussy began to tighten.
“Wait, you seriously wanted me to cum too?” The man's eyes widened, a small smug tugging at the corners of his lips.
Theresa croaked another desperate plea, her eyes widening as she realized there was no way in hell she could bring this man to orgasm; no way to free herself. Her body began to shrink, and tears leaked from her eyes as she was pushed off of him by her own body.
Then Tony's smile took on a sharp, cruel edge, and he winked at her. “Oops.”
Theresa's eyes bulged as the man in front of her began to twist and turn, his form flowing like liquid until it was a very female, very recognizable body.
“G-Gabrrroooaakelle!” Theresa shouted, glaring angrily at the young Frenchwoman as her form solidified.
“I hope you don't mind.” Gabrielle purred. “But when I saw that handsome little tart enter your building, well... I couldn't just let him end up as a frog. No, he's much better as a poodle.” She laughed, lying back against the bed.
“Brrrut yourrribbit mother!” Theresa exclaimed, shivering at the sensation of her cold room against her slimy body.
“Mama? Oh, she's not 'gifted', much as she pretends to be.” Gabrielle laughed coquettishly. “It certainly comes in handy when I come under investigation, my dear... Or when trying to have fun with uppity snobs like you.”
Theresa's face fell as she started to realize that the Frenchwoman had played her. “Therrribbit was no changing me back, wurr-us therrrre?” She trembled in fear, feeling her body shrink even more and seeing the rest of her room begin to grow.
“Would it make you feel any better if I said that there was?” Gabrielle smirked, looking down at the smaller frog. “And before you get to asking 'why', let me just explain. You insulted my family, which requires a certain amount of... vengeance.”
Theresa's eyes watered as they drew to the sides of her head, and she felt her face extend into a froggy snout with a dull pulling. “Urrrn yurroak m-made me suffrrrribbit!” She accused, barely forcing out the words as her voice was stripped from her.
“Yes. Yes I did.” Gabrielle laughed. “And it was hilarious. But... Not entirely permanent.”
Theresa blinked back tears, looking up to the witch, the first embers of hope beginning to burn in her chest. She did her best to croak interrogatively, fidgeting slightly around the huge breasts that still tauntingly remained on her froggy chest.
“Oh? I have your attention?” She cooed. “Good. If you'd be willing to do some... Favors for me, I might be inclined to let you regain your humanity.”
Theresa paused, then nodded slowly to express her interest. Though she hated working with her tormentor... If it came down to it, Theresa would act in life like she acted as a lawyer. Human or frog, she would do whatever it took to end up on top.
Cheeks bulging with an occasional croak, Theresa listened as Gabrielle began to explain to her a list of tasks, the lawyer's new trials.