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Disclaimer - You might consider this story somewhat like the KFC Double Down ®. It contains no fresh ingredients, relies heavily on synthetic materials, and although it might be a wonderful sensory overload as you initially experience it; afterward, it may leave you remorseful. So, if you think that you have the proper voracious literary gullet, then by all means, continue on into the slippery depths of these twisted words, but if striving for freshness and good taste, you should probably look elsewhere. (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Please do not read if it would be illegal for you to do so.)

An Acquired Taste

"Ridge River Delta . . ." It looked a lot better on the side of the map than it did in person. But after driving for the last ten hours, Liam was just glad to find a place to camp. It was one of those abandoned "leave five dollars in the box" State campgrounds. The fact that there was no one else around was pretty understandable though, considering the stifling combination of humidity and heat. So far on his road trip, he'd never been called out on not leaving the requisite five dollars to appease the powers that be, and so he drove by, selecting the premier spot, number fourteen, right in the shade next to the slow moving water.

It looked a bit more like a bog than it did a river, sluggish water having an almost oily sheen on the top. There were also sandbars and willows dotting the slowly flowing expanse, and a few culverts further upstream that looked oddly out of place amidst the lazy natural atmosphere. He'd seen quite a few companies on the interstate coming up here, so that might have something to do with it. The campsite itself was still here though, so it couldn't be that dangerous. There was certainly no way that he was just going to spend the rest of his day in the oppressive heat that made it feel like he was constantly just stepping out from a sauna. And so Liam laid out his sleeping roll and lit a cigarette, sweat dripping from his brow before he stripped off his clothes and walked down to the shore.

The banks were slightly spongy, but held together well enough as he stepped down into the water. It wasn't anything like the snow-melt in Montana had been, but it was still certainly cooler than the air was. Finishing his cigarette and flicking it downstream, his toes squished into the mud and fibrous vegetation below the murky water as he waded out, finding a nice wide pool that was much deeper than it looked. Oddly enough, there weren't many mosquitoes around, the only noise the trickling water and the noise of the tall rushes billowing in the wind as he ducked his head into the brown murk and swam out to the middle of the pool, treading water with a smile on his face. The hundreds of miles on the road washed off in seconds as he relaxed in the cool refreshing lagoon.

A sudden splash broke the silence, noise coming from the direction of the trickling culverts. Liam peered over the tall grass back at the rounded metal openings, but nothing had changed in the least, and the brackish water still trickled from the trio of pipes. Scratching the back of his head, he waded back into the pool until the delicious coolness was up to his neck. His foot encountered something strange though: something slippery and yielding that brushed past his leg. Lifting up his toes, he padded around, brows furrowed, unable to find it again. He took a few steps to the side just in case, before he heard another splash from the same direction as before.

It was obviously just a regular occurrence: maybe just some clutter blocking up the trickling flow and being forced over the edge. But even as he reassured himself, he felt that slippery contact again. This time though, it seemed to wrap around his leg, squeezing at his flesh as he shouted and pulled back, a strange tingling sensation prickling over his skin. He swore as he kicked, pulling his leg away from the slithering apparition which wrapped around him and tugged before releasing him with seeming reluctance.

Liam swore, arms splashing at the water as he waded back towards the shore, eyes scanning the surroundings for any hints of what the strange apparition had been. Maybe there were snakes around these parts? It didn't seem right, but either way, he wasn't going anywhere near the brackish water again. But even as he trudged to the shore, there was another sound, two splashes followed by a strange croaking snap. Suddenly the same slippery tugging that he had felt around his legs whipped out, wrapping itself around his neck like a thick writhing pink rope. He shouted as he was tugged back, struggling as he looked behind him and his face pulled up in a rictus of unbelieving terror.

Two huge frog-like creatures rose from the water, a skinny one covered in splotches of slick orange and turquoise skin while the more plump one had jagged swirls of lime-green and bright purple in an entwined pattern on its glistening smooth skin. Their spindly limbs and webbed fingers led to rounded vaguely humanoid bodies, bright curves leading to their wide mouths and bulging coppery eyes. Liam tugged at the pink fleshy mass entwined around his throat, stretched back towards the thing's open mouth . . . The creature had snared him with some kind of huge pulsating fleshy pink tongue. As the other monster croaked and opened its cavernous rounded jaws, he could see that its mouth was hollow and empty, no sign of a tongue at all, bright streaked skin twitching as it dove into the pool with a slippery splash.

Liam's shouts came out as garbled wheezes as the tongue constricted around his throat, causing little electric shivers to creep down his spine and sparks to dance in his vision. He tried to dig his nails into it, but the smooth length seemed impervious as he leaned his weight back and strained with his legs, trying to wrench himself closer to the shore. The strange amphibious beast hunched down in the water, rounded eyes gleaming, odd horizontal pupils black as pitch as it gave a wrenching tug, and suddenly the man felt himself toppling forwards into the muddy water with a careening splash.

His limbs all flailed out as the water engulfed him, and as he was pulled deeper and deeper into the mire, he lost all sense of direction, trying to open his eyes, but only seeing dim flashes before the murky water stung too badly. Bubbles erupted from between his lips as he clenched his fingers around the slippery pulsing band wrapped around his neck. Suddenly, a webbed hand grabbed a hold of one of his lashing ankles, bulbous fingertips impossibly strong as they dimpled his flesh. Liam tried to kick at the creature, but hitting its pliant yielding chest didn't seem to have any effect before his second foot was held fast as well, despite his desperate struggles.

The man's body was stretched between his neck and his feet, which were squeezed together and held there by slippery webbed fingers. As he struggled, he felt something strange pass over his feet, a rush of water and slick skin followed by a tight constriction and the feeling of the thing's toothless jaws gumming at his calves. His shriek came out as a silvery spume of the last of his breath as the hideous thing continued to devour his legs. The sensation of his toes squelching against the frog's rubbery insides was disgusting. He tried to wrench his legs back, or apart, but nothing seemed to work as the creature's wide impossibly elastic muzzle haltingly engulfed him all the way up to his hips.

Trying to twist or wrest himself free only seemed to make the slick clenching insides swallow him all the faster. He let go of the tongue wrapped around his neck an reached down, feeling the alien creature's wide rounded jaws as he tried to pry them apart, but then the other creature was there, pulling its slippery body against him as its tongue tightened around his neck. The other monster's hands grabbed his flailing arms and forced them to his sides as the creature consuming him surged upwards, swallowing them as well. He could do little other than to clench his hands into fists as he felt the strange rubbery insides of the frog squeeze around him, almost kneading at his body, making his bare skin twitch with a cool buzzing sensation.

Instead of continuing to be squeezed together, his feet were then forced apart, each sliding into a different squelching fleshy channel, sinking down inside the amphibian's own limbs as if it were some kind of living suit. The human's thrashing only made the creature's psychedelic orange blue skin bulge unnaturally as it swallowed him up to his shoulders. The pink pulsing tongue around his neck slithered back as the other slick beast's bulb-tipped fingers pressed him down into that fleshy gullet, his arms sliding impossibly into the insides of the creature's own, locked there and forced to follow its motions, his muscles burning with the efforts of his futile resistance. With a fleshy squelch, he sank back, body pulled into the abomination's throat so that all that was left was his open-mouthed silently screaming face, eyes opening and seeing only the murky darkness of the water.

But it didn't swallow him completely. Instead, Liam felt his legs tugged as the frog consuming him kicked upwards, stretching out and quickly breaking the surface of the water. The man quickly gasped for breath, coughing up water and taking in air, looking forward and seeing a crescent of light from the inside of the frog creature's lips, dripping with strings of slippery amphibian spittle. The fleshy smooth cavern stank like vinyl and industrial disinfectant. Despite his struggles, the frog-creature stood up in the shallow water completely unperturbed, its oddly elastic body squeezing around Liam's own in undulating pulses every time it moved. The sensation made the man's own muscles tense and tingle, feeling how easy it was to move along with the beast even as he desperately wrenched at his limbs in an attempt to struggle free from the thing's gullet.

Firmly lodged in that fleshy throat, Liam watched out through its lips as the other creature rose from the mire in front of him, water sluicing off of its glistening green and lavender splashed skin. The man tried shouting, but even as the first syllable of a string of curses left his mouth, the beast's insides compressed against his chest, squeezing the wind from him as he watched the other frog take gangly steps towards the orange and blue skinned beast that he was stuck fast inside of. Its slick chemical scented spittle dripping down over the sides of his face, making his skin prickle where it made contact.

The two monster's approached, the green purple frog's wide mouth and bulging round eyes soon encompassing the struggling man's entire slitted field of vision. Trapped inside of the beast's own, Liam's arms reached out and he felt them make contact with the other creature's body, its own arms wrapping around the shoulders of the frog he was being swallowed by in some twisted parody of a hug. It was disgusting. He could feel the slick contact through the beast's solid yet spongy flesh. It felt like he was sweating, stewing in his own juices as the frogs pulled themselves close, slick flesh squeaking together inorganically.

Slowly, the other frog's mouth creaked open, and Liam saw its thick tongue lick out across its multi-hued lips hungrily. Its bulging eyes blinked down at him before the tongue slid out, against the orange blue monster's lips. Liam felt the creature he was inside of quake, a rumble building up, lips closing and blocking out all light. His scream in the darkness was drowned out by a rush of air and a thunderous crooooooak. The foul unnatural scented air was forced back into his lungs as well, leaving him light headed and panting. The tingling throughout his body was increasing, a thrill traveling down his spine as the frog he was lodged in tilted its head down, the huffing man staring in disbelief.

Each frog had a throbbing bright yellow length jutting from a slit in their otherwise smooth crotches, a blunt thick inhuman maleness. But more than just seeing the horrific contact as the two frogs ground together, Liam could feel it. It was like the thick inhuman spire was his own, and as the two creatures pulled their garish forms tighter together, sandwiching their fleshy rounded cocks between their rubbery bodies, he groaned out, bliss spreading out from his groin through his trapped body while the slick tight walls contracted around him, throat tensing against the sides of his face.

The lavender and lime frog reached down, sandwiching their throbbing blunt members between his webbed round-tipped fingers. The wet sloppy noise of his squishing strokes rang in the air, but all the man could hear was the odd thrumming pulse of the creature's throat straining against the sides of his head, as if it were trying to slowly knead his flesh. The other frog croaked as well, throat inflating before it leaned in, open mouth pressing against the fleshy cavern where Liam's face was lodged. Its thick fleshy tongue dragged against Liam's creature's rounded lips before sloppily pressing inside. The man tried to recoil as the slick pink fleshy muscle ground against his cheek. The smell of spray paint and singed plastic filled Liam's lungs, making him light headed as he closed his eyes. Where the nearly fist-sized dripping end of the tongue ground against his face, the buzzing sensation increased, the two frog's potent ichors blending into a chemical cocktail that seeped into the restrained man's flushed skin.

It felt both hot and cold, and the man's confused eyes shot open, almost completely dilated as the thick wet tongue slid over them, leaving his round confused pupils staring into the muddled light. His jaw hung open as he panted, still instinctually jerking his limbs against the creature's clinging insides while the tongue spooled out longer, lapping up one side of his face and down the other before sliding between his lips. It immediately filled all of the space in his mouth, taut straining flesh tasting like the way styrofoam smelled. Snapping back to his senses, the human let out a muffled scream, and tried to bite down on the tongue, but it was like trying to chew through vulcanized rubber, flesh wriggling almost erotically when he clamped down with his jaws. He could still feel the two frog's hips grinding together, but he only saw brief flashes of daylight as the two monsters sloppily locked their wide lips against one another.

His muffled protests became more and more desperate as the tongue rolled around in his mouth, pressing harder and harder before, with a sickening squelch, it snaked its way down into the back of his throat. The muscles of his esophagus burned as he gagged and the tongue slid deeper and deeper into him. The pulsing pink flesh spread the cool tingle deeper inside of his body, making his muscles relax and his thoughts spin even as he still fought against the alien sensation. The tongue pressed deeper and deeper, and the man squirmed, feeling it somehow writhe and undulate against his insides despite the feeble gnashing of his teeth around it.

As his insides were filled, the frog's body around him squeezed and twitched against his skin encouragingly. It didn't feel so unnatural at all, letting the movements direct his muscles as the lanky frog he was in wrapped its arms around its partner. Liam swore he could feel the tips of the creature's rounded webbed fingers dimpling the other's flesh . . . even though his own arms weren't nearly that long . . . were they? It was so hard to think as his whole world was nothing but tensing jostling amphibian flesh both inside and out. Concentration was impossible, the feeling of the other creature grabbing the pliant skin of the frog he was nestled inside of becoming more and more intense as the thick clear chemical saliva from the squirming tongue lodged down his gullet came into crystal clear focus.

He could taste it: in his mouth, down his throat, and in his stomach. The strange sweet vinyl flavor was everywhere, as if his sense of taste were no longer limited to his tongue . . .

But soon, he coughed as the tongue quickly reeled backwards, sliding up his throat and out of his mouth with a lewd squelch. The other frog-creature ran its pink fleshy appendage over its lips as if sampling the man's taste before the tonged slid back inside of its rounded vividly colored lips. It seemed almost like the fleshy length had a mind of its own . . . Liam blinked slowly, trying to comprehend what was happening, his mouth feeling strange and rubbery. His own flesh tasted different, sweet and bitter, and slicker than it should have . . . almost slimy.

He didn't have any time to ponder though. As the green and purple amphibian pulled back, its cock pulsed as it squeezed and pulled its slippery fingers up from the thick base, causing a heady dribble of slick clear pre to run from the tip over its rounded digits. It then reached in, hand slipping through the other frog's lips, pausing inches from the man's huffing face. What was it doing? It was disgusting . . . or it should have been, but that scent . . . Liam couldn't help but draw in deep panting lungfuls of the gleaming stuff's fumes that smelled of turpentine and roses. He didn't even think about it as he pressed his tongue out and the alien finger slipped forwards, swabbing around the inside of his mouth, taut webbing dragging against his lips. The taste made fireworks sizzle in his mind, all of his other senses fading slightly as he savored the acetone musk on the thick supple finger.

His tongue followed the digit as it slid back from his lips. For seconds, the only thing that he could think of was how he wanted more. He could feel the legs of the frog around him stepping backwards, even as he desperately wanted to go forwards. Then there was the sensation of falling, his world toppling with a sloppy splash as they fell back into the shallow water and spongy mud at the bank of the pool, looking up at the other frog from the inside of the fleshy cavernous maw. His eyes were wide, colors in his retinas slowly changing, fading in and out with blotches of deep orange and azure as he mumbled incoherently, thoughts impossible to gather from the potent chemicals sinking into his body.

The other frog jumped over with a splash, standing over them, form oddly graceful despite its seemingly ungainly posture. Its legs straddled the prostrate frog's chest, webbed toes sinking into the mud as it looked down, rounded coppery eyes blinking one after the other over its manic wide-mouthed grin. The man stared up as the creature lowered itself, slick multi-hued skin glinting in the setting sun. He stared up at its now attractive electric yellow length, eyes then traveling down the shaft to between the sides of the smooth creature's rounded rump, focusing on the tight raised ring of the creature's asshole. But even as he licked his lips, revulsion began to creep back into his mind.

The frog standing over him squatted, letting out a quiet croak as the man tried and failed to recoil, still held firmly in place by the rubbery flesh of the creature around him. Liam felt his own arm lifting up as the frog he was in lifted a long fingered orange and blue hand up, reaching inside of its own mouth, tracing down over the human's face with its slippery rounded digits. Clenching his teeth, he felt the thing's fingers slip inside his lips and rub against his gums insistently, but despite the faint buzz between the creature's flesh and his own, the man refused to open his mouth in confused desperation. The arm retracted, and a thrill ran up from the man's crotch as the frog reached down and began to stroke its own shaft, coating its fingers in its heady slick pre, the man shuddering as if it were his own maleness in that slippery grasp.

When the finger returned to his lips, coated in heady artificial reek, Liam couldn't help himself: that smell was just so tantalizing that he needed to taste it. He unclenched his jaws and licked his tongue around the rounded finger, tasting the arousing and oddly comforting chemical blend as it squelched around inside of his mouth. He suckled at it as it rolled around, coating itself in his own saliva which was getting more and more viscous, pleasantly slimy as he licked hungrily.

The finger drew back slowly from his lips, and he felt his arm move along as the frog then pressed up towards the other creature's rear. Liam watched, shaking himself from his torpor as the other creature's tongue licked out over its lips. The frog he was in slid its finger over the other's pliant anus, smearing it with the man's own glistening spittle. Two orange and blue dappled fingers pressed in against the quivering orifice and then began to knead, causing the frog above him to croak out, neck expanding in pleasure as its garishly colored asshole quivered, tugged this way and that, stretched and squeezed teasingly, coated with the man's own increasingly slippery saliva.

The frog that had engulfed Liam then pressed in, making the quivering ring strain and part slightly, bulging with eagerness before the digit drew back teasingly. Liam had no choice but to stare as the rump of the frog pressed down, and the monster controlling him leaned forwards, opening its fleshy mouth wide and putting his face inches from the other's pulsing purple green streaked anus. Even as he screwed up his face, he breathed in a deeper, more rounded chemical scent. It made him swallow heavily, the artificial odor appealing even though the situation was horrific, degrading, disgusting . . . but why did it seem so enticing? Why did he want to touch it . . . feel it . . . taste it . . .

He didn't have time to actually reflect as his vantage point pulled back slightly, letting him watch the bright purple green creature stroke itself slowly, squeezing up its synthetic yellow shaft until a gout of clear lubricant welled from the blunt tip and dribbled down its connected fingers. It smelled delicious, and the man's wide phasing-colored eyes followed the finger with unbridled desire as it moved down, reaching back between its slippery thighs and then smearing its asshole with that thick glistening scent, round metallic eyes staring back at him like the headlights of oncoming traffic. It shook as it pressed its finger in tighter, sliding inside of its stretched ass and wriggling before sliding back with a sloppy pop. It lowered itself over him, and the frog's mouth that his head was lodged in opened wide. Liam's brow furrowed as he smelled the blending of heady fumes, panting as the clenched asshole neared his face once again. He just needed to taste it. Maybe just a little . . . a single lap . . .

But as his laughably short human tongue licked out, prodding the edge of that taut pulsing orifice, just one lick turned out to be impossible. The flavor sang to his senses, making sparks dance in his vision before he moaned and lapped out again. The green and purple flesh pressed back against him, smothering his face in the frog's ass as he hungrily licked at the smooth raised ring of its anus. The brilliant electrical taste of the creature's pre, blended with the dark musk of its ass and another flavor that Liam dimly realized was his own saliva. The creature that he was inside of slowly stroked itself, the man feeling its pleasure, aware of the sensation of their webbed toes squelching in the mud even as his tongue sloppily licked over that straining asshole again and again.

The man strained out with his tongue and the reclining frog lurched its shoulders forwards, forcing the other frog's elastic orifice to stretch around him as he sank into that tight slippery anus. The wrenching insides felt smooth and synthetic, straining around his tongue, kneading at his flesh as his lips loosely scraped at the outside of the amphibian's bulging hole. The taste was overwhelmingly compelling, a fumy vinyl mix that made raw need coil up in his stomach while his entire body was kneaded by the insides of the frog around him, who seemed to be enjoying itself vicariously. Liam's mind tried to process all of the tastes that were flooding into it . . . the clenching inner passages as they wrenched around him, and also the outside of its plump asshole, almost like his lips were tasting as well as his tongue. The rest of the skin on his face was becoming softer and more pliable, strange sensation spreading all the way down to the pit of his stomach.

As he lapped in, the heady blend of fumy musk made him groan out while he swabbed those slick pliant insides with his tongue. He wished he could go deeper, and taste more, but as much as he strained, his short fleshy tongue could do little but twist and writhe as the frog's ass clenched in around it in pulsing squeezes. His breaths came out in halting wheezes as he pressed his face in as best he could, lips wriggling against the tight raised ring of muscle as he let the powerfully artificial flavors wash over his entire occluded body.

A soft moan of distress escaped his lips as the other frog's powerful thighs clenched, and he began to stand up. Liam's tongue lapped out needfully, pulled out of and then sliding against that pliant anus one last time before it was wrenched out of his reach. Looking out from the fleshy frog's mouth, he saw the other monster's cock bob and jostle as it stood up fully, licking its lips with its own hungrily pulsing thick pink tongue. There was something about the act that made Liam's body thrum and his heart race. A drop of clear heady pre dripped to the ground as the man could feel his own cock throbbing, pulsing and yellow between the frog's neon blue and orange thighs. It seemed like such a pity to let the precious musky fluid go to waste . . .

It was almost like he was moving the frog's gangly limbs as they rolled to their knees . . . Or maybe it was like the frog was moving his? He couldn't be bothered to think about it, all of his attention focused on getting close to the other amphibian's thick seeping cock, wide slippery fingers grasping around its waist, their colors contrasting garishly. He felt the other frog reach down, grasping around the sides of his smooth slippery head . . . no, the frog's head . . . the frog that he was in . . . It pulled him closer, that slit of light opening wide, vividly yellow cock slipping through the wide amphibian lips towards Liam's face.

Even as he tried to lick at it, the slippery cock rubbed against his cheek, scraping against his face and the squishy inside of the frog's mouth around him at the same time. He could feel the blaze of pins and needles against his skin, and the air inside his maw-home became saturated with that powerful synthetic smell, like gasoline and rubber gloves. Liam was drooling as it slid up and rubbed against his forehead almost teasingly. He strained out his tongue and was rewarded with a wisp of throbbing fleshy contact near the base, the flavor bursting over his senses as the thick slippery yellow length pulsed and leaked out a dribble of pre. He panted in the billowing industrial fumes, lapping helplessly to the side as the amphibian cock slid down the other side of his face, spreading the tingling goo all over him as the frog he was in shuddered and stroked at their own turgid rod.

The creature in front of him pulled back, angling its hips so that its lemon yellow shaft pointed towards the bound man's face. It slid forwards impossibly slowly, sliding in until the blunt fleshy tip bumped against the man's outstretched tongue, which quickly started lapping along the jerking length as it slid in closer and more tantalizing as the heady flavor washed over him. His lips parted as the girthy shaft ground into his mouth and he began to suckle almost habitually, wrapping his tongue around the base and pursing his grasping lips. The lilac and moss colored creature's splayed fingers dimpled the flesh of the frog that the man was inside of as it began to thrust its hips forward, cock butting against the fleshy back of the man's throat before it pulled back and rammed in again with a squelch.

A slick and savage rhythm came to be as the frog-creature fucked the man's face, croaking as its tongue spooled out and licked down over the kneeling frog's ostentatious body. Liam could feel it faintly, but he didn't care. His whole world was wreathed in flavor and sensation, the smooth deliciously bitter and sweet cock grinding forwards into his gullet. He could still taste it though, the flavor of the slimy pre dribbling down the back of his throat and rolling around deliciously in his stomach while the cock pulsed and jerked harder and more insistently. The other frog's tongue reeled back as it tilted its head, eyes squeezing shut before its shaft shuttered, its entire body tensing as it reached its climax, neck inflating with a thunderous croak.

Liam's dilated multi-hued eyes bulged as the cock stiffened in his jaws, and then he felt a heavy torrent of some new slick substance pouring into him. It was amazingly potent, and he could taste it sloshing around in his stomach, like nail-polish remover and menthol all rolled together with a smoky amphibian musk. The man couldn't help but to lap and suck harder as the thick viscous substance sank into his innards with a blaze of twisting slippery sensation. He could feel the frog's insides clenching around him tighter and tighter, kneading his body like dough with every twinge of bliss, almost as if the frog was beginning to feel Liam's pleasure as well.

The green striped frog pulled back, throbbing cock splashing out hot waves of iridescent oily black cum all over the man's open-mouthed moaning face. The thick quivering gouts of chemical elation stuck to the man's skin before slowly sinking into it, causing his pale skin to blush into quivering pink slick flesh. Liam could taste it all, on his forehead, or his cheeks, it didn't matter, the overbearing chemical darkness making his sight dim as his sense of taste became more and more encompassing.

His features began to soften as if his flesh were wax held over a candle, face becoming a simple suggestion of his previous humanity. As his flesh glistened and quivered, Liam strained forwards, feeling his changing muscles tense all the way back down into the frog's throat while he rubbed himself awkwardly over that spattering cock. He opened his mouth to try and suck at the shaft again, but it felt strange . . . His teeth were now soft, and his lips were thinning. As the cock pressed into what used to be his mouth, it simply wasn't satisfying: just a shallow fleshy hole. It felt so much better to rub his entire face over it, his skin beginning to become slimy and soft, producing its own thick glistening saliva. His nose and ears pulled back, hair melting away along with his internal structure as he lost himself in the pleasure.

As the frog's insides tensed around his engulfed body, Liam began to lose track of the sensations of his limbs. He could still feel them . . . but they didn't matter. In the same way, his sense of vision faded as his eyelids began to droop, soon sealing shut into just another fleshy pink expanse. His sight was replaced by the fish-eye lenses of the frog's own rounded eyes, but only as a dim illusion. All Liam cared about was the senses of touch and taste that became more and more vivid while his flesh stretched out into a heavy glistening bulb in the frog's mouth, slathering himself over the other creature's twitching cock, lapping up every last mote of oily ejaculate.

By the time that the other frog pulled back completely, Liam was hardly recognizable as human, pink muscular mass only having faint impressions where his features used to be. His simple body pulsed, stretching back down into the frog's throat, the amphibian's body connected to his own in a strange snug way, wrapped around him as if squeezing him thinner and longer, more pliant and flexible. He could move himself around slightly in the frog's wide mouth now, just enough to strain forwards and brush against the inside of its lips.

Even though their shared sense of sight seemed distant to the changing man, the other frog turning around and bending over caught his attention. A glimpse of the beast's garish bared smooth asshole made his body sweat, slime pooling around the frog's lower jaw as they stepped forwards. Liam felt their hands wrap against the creature's fleshy slick hips as they lined up their cock and then slid inside of the other frog's slick grasping anus. The echoing sensations made Liam writhe around the inside of the frog's mouth as its throat puffed out and it croaked, feeling resonating through the man's pink fleshy body as they rocked forwards, plowing into the other frog that looked back with round luminous eyes. Its pink fleshy tongue licked over its lips as if it had a mind of its own as its ass was pounded in long heavy squelching thrusts.

Liam twisted as he felt something inside of them clench, and then their cock shook and splattered out thick oily cum into the other creature's musky writhing tunnel. They tightened their fingers around the other frog's hips, insides thrumming as their cock jerked and the ebony liquid coursed out through their rubbery yellow flesh. Pulling back, Liam could taste their ejaculate in the humid air as it slopped and splashed down on the slick skin of the other frog's ass, gleaming iridescence complementing its wildly colored skin as their climax died down.

It wasn't satisfying to Liam though, it was like feeling something through a thick blanket, distant even though it was pleasurable. He rubbed his rounded pink body against the inside of their mouth as he gazed at the glistening tar-like cum, his body sweating with clear slimy saliva. He needed to be closer to it, to taste the glistening beads of cum, and lick all the way up to the creature's twitching plump asshole . . . His thoughts drove them forwards, knees splashing down into the dingy water as their face once again neared the other creature's supple rounded rump. The frog's mouth opened wide, and Liam's slippery pink form slid forwards. As he strained, he felt the frog's insides clench around him, and more of his body slipped forwards from their throat, a simple pink fleshy length that allowed him to drag himself out against the purple and green ass-cheeks, feeling the other frog's muscles tense as he scraped across a splatter of dark oozing cum, feeling it sink into his body with a torrid tingle of elation.

The other frog bent forwards, letting its wide hands slip under the surface of the water, bracing itself and raising its ass up to provide Liam better access. His frog's lips worked in tandem with his motions, scraping that delicious cum up, letting it pool where the once-man's body rose from the amphibian's throat, mixing with their slick spittle before being swallowed. Liam could taste it traveling all the way down their elastic throat. It filled his whole fleshy form with impossible desire, and he strained out slightly further, sliding up and down the bared rump, scouring it completely clean and leaving it gleaming with his own viscous spittle.

The only remaining source of that delicious bitter ebony taste was slowly leaking from the other frog's plump anus. The fleshy pink length that was Liam's body scraped up between those rounded cheeks, straining over the rounded orifice as it clenched under his cool slick touch. He licked out at it again and again, straining out harder and needier, cleaning that bared anus until it gleamed and quivered, tender flesh tugging under him as the other frog let out a deep pleasured croak, its own tongue licking out over its face absentmindedly.

Liam's entire body quivered, pink muscular length throbbing as he licked in harder and slower, feeling the edges of the orifice under him strain and tense. With every desperately longing stroke, he pined for more, slippery pink body tight and twisting as the orange blue frog's insides around him clenched and massaged his body, squeezing it so that the man continued to protrude out from its mouth like soft clay. Liam could taste more of the mind-numbingly potent seed just on the other side of that tense hole, and so he strained out with more and more strength, sinewy length tensing before he surged forwards with an audible squelch, forcing the ring of muscle wide around the sensitive blunt pink tip that had once been his face.

The other frog's rubbery insides wrapped around him like a pulsing vice as he strained forwards, tasting the heady amphibian musk mixing with the flavor of that deep astringent cum that had been unloaded there just moments before. Liam could feel the orifice clenching around the middle of his tongue-body in fitful bursts as his frog opened wider and pressed in, locking its lips around the other creatures glistening slimy ass, coaxing its new tongue to strain out deeper and farther into those heady writhing depths. As the musky walls clenched around him, Liam's slick pink body was kneaded out longer and longer, ending in a sensitive blunt bulbous tip that squirmed in deeper and deeper.

He was lost in a pungent wrenching infinity, human thoughts fading to a distant memory as his whole world became an obsession with feelings and flavor, slickness and heady chemical tastes. As he squeezed out longer and more supple, he pressed through a tight clenching barrier into a loose inner chamber, a bulge showing in the other frog's supple belly as the tongue continued to ravish its insides, soaking up the corruptive seed that had pooled in its simplified stomach. Liam could feel the walls around him resonate as the creature croaked out again with deep amphibian lust, cock once again pulsing and leaking with every muscular twinge.

Liam's lithe featureless body was stretched taut, tugged tighter as those inhuman rubbery walls pulled him deeper and deeper. He thrummed and pulsed, lost in the delightful musky insides while feeling himself stretch back all the way down his frog's throat, which still twisted and clenched around him, letting his supple salivating form stretch out further. The wide rounded tip of his body had nowhere left to go, so it curled around in the simple stomach, soaking up the oily cum there while steadily secreting his own thick drool. Soon his body was twisting against itself, the feeling making him shudder, his own stretchy flesh tasting himself even as the bitter rubbery walls of the creature's insides squeezed tighter and tighter, tugging in inch after inch of squirming amphibian tongue.

The other frog groaned as the knot of tangled pink tongue swabbed around its insides like a coiled and squelching snake. He scoured every inch of the frog's inner chamber, licking up every last mote of seed and contracting with relish at every drop. Liam could feel the points of pressure as the frog reached up and rest four rounded fingers against its swollen belly, and he could feel every twitch in its tight quivering ass as its cock throbbed. The frog he was now a part of was also rubbing at its girthy yellow erection shamelessly, feeling every inch of its new tongue being squeezed and tugged at, tasting the potent musk of the other and the remnants of its own seed as its lips suckled against the other creature's rear lewdly.

The amphibian's belly stretched taut around Liam, his bulbous tip nestled amidst his own squelching coils as they writhed. His thoughts all melted away, rendered down into base carnal desires and overwhelming synthetic lust. Both of the frog's bodies strained and tensed, pleasure rising in them once again, as the pleasured tangle of Liam's body pulsed in the other frog's belly, slipping against himself, tasting that synthetic rubbery musk as he was clenched around from every possible angle. He pulsed and strained, sliding back and forth as he reached his full twisted length, thicker base of his form now straining from his frog's mouth as the other's asshole was forced wider around the elastic slippery flesh.

Their orgasms came in a shuddering cascade, webbed fingers squeezing tight around their shafts, the other frog croaking out as its corrupted tarry seed splashed down into the slow moving water. Liam could feel the rippling pleasure of their own orgasm, his form jerking around with each muscular contraction that sent their thick dark seed dripping downstream. Squelching around, the new tongue was baptized in sensation, pulsing and straining wildly, drawing both of the frog's climaxes out until their vibrant cocks had eked out the last drops of their reserves, and the entire pool stank of synthetic amphibian lust.

Liam felt himself being retracted, body unwinding as it relaxed, pulled taut as foot after thick glistening pink foot of flexible pink flesh strained back out of the other frog's ass, eventually followed by his thick rounded tip, which felt the orifice strain closed behind him, leaking a clear dribble of saliva. It was so completely comfortable to be sucked back into his frog's lips, the glistening mass that had once been his face resting nestled against the frog's rubbery flesh in complete darkness, feeling the satisfied rumble of a slow croak reverberate through him.

The two wildly colored frog's pressed their faces together, letting their tired tongues entwine, twisting down each other's rubbery throats now that they were both equipped with similar slippery tongues. The kiss lasted longer than expected, as both slimy pink protrusions stretched and prodded against the other before reluctantly sliding back. Soon, both creatures made heavy splashes as they dove into the water, swimming gracefully back upstream towards the factory, gangly bodies crawling through the culverts back towards the sweet chemical runoff. Liam was sleepily aware of their progress, but it all seemed inconsequential. He thought of the tastes and sensations that had enveloped him, and dreamed of encountering them again . . . Or even finding some other unsuspecting creature and sliding up against them, wrapping around their struggling forms and slowly changing them into something bright, slippery, and needy . . .