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Tifa rolled the small ring around on the table, sighing softly as she gave it a long, pensive look. She knew that she would need to put it on soon. But still...it was a weird thought, that she was going to have to wear it. Wear something that would...turn her into a toad.
Looking at it carefully, it seemed so strange to her to consider what power it held. It was a dull, tarnished silver band by itself very mundane and unassuming...if not for the all-too-detailed stone eye set into it, an ominous yellow one flecked with green, with a slitted pupil. Frankly, it was a bit unnerving, because she'd expect that on a ring for transforming someone into a toad, it would be an amphibian's decorative eye set into it...but this was clearly the eye of a hungry snake. It sent odd shivers down her spine, for some reason...beyond just the idea that she was going to be reducing her strength and capability so drastically, which was already something that did not make Tifa comfortable at all.
But it had to be done. This was for a stealth mission. The idea was that Tifa would turn into a toad, and Jessie would carry her in her clothes past the security. What they needed to accomplish was a two-woman job, but just getting the credentials and opportunity for a single person had been almost beyond AVALANCHE's means. Of their members, Jessie was easily the best at acting, particularly improvisation, so she was the obvious pick for the front woman of the mission. And Tifa, as the top fighter of the group and the one who best worked with others and played into their strengths, was decided to be the best option to be the toad, as Jessie's partner and secret weapon.
The whole idea felt ridiculous to Tifa, but it was the best plan any of them had been able to come up with for this, and time was of the essence.
A knock at the door nearly made Tifa drop the ring, but managing to keep hold of it, she called out to let Jessie know it was unlocked. Letting herself in, the brunette smiled that singular Jessie smile, the one that was so alluring and validating and genuine, except you always found yourself wondering if she meant it at all...
“Still human?” she asked with a laugh. “You really better hop to it, and put the ring on.”
Tifa frowned and contemplated throwing the ring at her.
“If you make any, and I mean any more puns like that, I will make you regret it once I'm warm-blooded again,” Tifa assured her in a stern tone.
Jessie nodded, serious yet with a twinkle of mischief in her eye. “Alright, that was the last pun of the night, I promise. Unless I think of a really good one."
It was the best that she could hope for, and Tifa doubted any toad pun could qualify as "really good" anyway, so she decided to accept it. Tifa picked up the ring, and slipped it onto her ring finger on her right hand. She looked down at her hand for a moment, waiting for the odd nature of it to take hold. She’d heard about the victims transformed by the curse before. It wasn’t unpleasant, from what any of them had reported, but a very odd thing.
And for the first few moments, she was almost...disappointed, by how nothing seemed to be happening.
Then all at once the transformation began to take hold. A discomfiting sense of falling hit Tifa as the first change was her body beginning to shrink. Still sitting in her chair, Tifa gasped as she saw and felt the whole world rapidly growing around her, and the dizzying effect of it almost distracted her from the sensation of her legs pulling upwards, no longer able to reach the floor. When her arms began quickly withering away, though, it had Tifa's full attention, and she almost cried out in dismay as the toned muscles she had worked so hard for seemed to melt away, leaving them thin and weak. Her entire body shrank further and further, until she was less than a foot tall and not even able to see the surface of the table any longer, nor Jessie on the other side of it.
As strange as the process had seemed so far, the next change was a far odder one still. Tifa's clothing began to meld with her skin, becoming a part of her body. Her shirt pulled skin-tight, then tighter still, compressing her breasts down until they were flat. The fabric then morphed, growing softer and pliable, melding into her chest, as she was oddly aware of her nipples vanishing into her body.
Looking down, Tifa noted that her feet were changing, as well, and just as bizarrely, for that matter. Her shoes merged with her feet, turning the skin red and black, before the ends began to (painlessly, thank heavens) split and spread into broad toes, each capped with a small, sticky pad.
“Whoa,” she breathed softly to herself, as she held her hands up to her face, only to see that they had changed, as well, to the spread, broad-fingered and sticky-padded hands that went along with her new amphibian feet.
Deciding to test her new form out and get an understanding of her current capabilities, Tifa stood up on the seat of the chair. It was easier than it should be for an amphibian, she noted, as she'd been led to believe it would be - for whatever reason, the toad bodies that resulted from enchantments differed from true ones in that they were as comfortable standing and walking upright on 2 legs as they were squatting and crawling on 4.
But standing wasn't what Tifa wanted to test. She squatted, and immersed herself in the feeling of the newly rearranged muscles in her leg tensing and storing power. Without even needing to think about it, she sprang upward through the air, and her heart jumped with her as the amazing sensation of soaring upwards rushed through her. Never before had she been able to jump so easily! For a split second, she felt like she was flying!
Landing on the surface of the table with more grace than a cat, she looked over at Jessie, who was staring at her with a look of mild alarm. Turning her gaze to a nearby mirror, Tifa realized why Jessie was so concerned: she was only partially changed; her body had fully become that of a toad, but her head and face were still totally human.
“That’s pretty freaky. This might be the first time you've been anything less than drop-dead gorgeous,” Jessie observed with repulsed fascination.
“Yeah, it is pretty dis--” Tifa began to say, when suddenly she felt her teeth absorb almost instantly back into her gums. It wasn’t painful, but the bizarre pressure of it was so uncomfortable that she might have preferred the familiarity of pain over it.
Her hair was next, as it, too, was absorbed in much the same fashion as her clothing. As that occurred, she felt her mouth starting to stretch and grow wider. Easily as unpleasant as the teeth thing had been, the process of her facial shape shifting smoothly was not helped at all by the fact that she could see it happening in the mirror, even as her eyes moved up and apart. As she could see her eyes turn black, her vision changed accordingly, and the colors of the world became duller, although her ability to see the detail of everything seemed to grow a bit sharper.
At last, Tifa felt a single shift that confirmed she was fully transformed into a toad: there was a tingle in her mouth as her tongue grew. She could feel it in her mouth, she could feel it run down further into herself deeper than she was comfortable thinking about. It was longer, alright, and it felt immensely powerful, proportionately stronger to this body than even her arms, her toned and tawny prides and joys, were to her normal human body. She instinctively knew that she could pull some rather impressively accurate, forceful strikes with this tongue...and they'd be absolutely devastating if she weren't only a few inches tall.
Standing on her hind legs, Tifa felt her body start to grow damp, a thin layer of...mucus, she guessed, excreting from her skin. It somehow wasn’t off-putting, just slick. Actually, Tifa was surprised to find, it kind of felt rather pleasant, and comforting, to have this layer of sleek coating upon her entirely. Was the enjoyment a side effect of her form, or did she genuinely like this hallmark of being an amphibian? The way Tifa was feeling right now, she had half a mind to go rolling around in some olive oil the next chance she got after she'd reverted back to human.
“Looks like you're done changing. Are you ready?” Jessie asked, as she held her hand out for Tifa to jump into.
“I guess,” Tifa answered. She found her voice had a bit more of a rasp in it than normal, but otherwise it seemed essentially the same - although to Jessie, she no doubt sounded very small and more high-pitched. Hopping once, she landed in Jessie’s palm, and let out a little croak of pleased surprise - Tifa could feel the other woman’s body heat acutely, and even just this first moment of contact seemed like it was warming her all the way through. It was reassurring and comfortable, and Tifa found herself squatting down in true toad fashion just to get more contact with Jessie's skin to try to soak up as much of her lovely warmth as she could.
“Oh, you feel so...squishy,” Jessie remarked in interest, as she gently squeezed her companion in curiosity. "I really like it, actually."
Tifa reflexively let out another croak, this one far less pleased than the last. “Hey, watch it,” she warned, as seriously as she could manage as she felt her soft and rounded body molding itself to Jessie's gentle grasps.
To be honest, it felt...well, kind of nice, really. But it was nice in an unsettling way, a way that Tifa didn’t want to admit to herself, let alone to Jessie, and even still, all it would take was a little more pressure and it would hurt, so her warning was still warranted.
“Okay, okay,, I won’t do it again,” Jessie acquiesced, as she carried Tifa in her hand and out of the apartment. She was heading toward their goal for now, as Tifa tried to get used to traveling in a woman's hand at a height that her eyes told her was strangely lower than she was used to, and her body felt was far, far too high up.
“So, just to review: I get us in, past the front. I find a spot close to a vent, and then you slip out and into it,” Jessie murmured carefully as they walked, low enough that she wasn't advertising their plan, but loud enough that Tifa could hear. “Using the venting system, you get into the safe room, transform back to get the goods, then back again to toad. After that, you get back to me, and we skedaddle.”
“Right," Tifa confirmed, although not especially happily. Methodically breaking it down like that really put into perspective just how much of this operation rested squarely on her.
"I don't know why you couldn’t have been the toad,” Tifa grumbled, as she felt her belly rubbing against Jessie’s glove. It wasn't true, Tifa understood completely why their roles were what they were, but...her thin, sensitive skin was able to feel each individual stitch of Jessie's glove right now, and it was bizarre how enjoyable it was to get rubbed like this, every inch of her body was so sensitive and tender! Focusing on being a bit cranky was the best way Tifa could come up with in the moment to keep herself from getting lost in, and becoming embarrassed by, that gliding, textured sensation against her...gods, was she blushing, it sure felt like she was starting to blush at how good the slight back and forth of her sleek skin against Jessie's hand felt, could toads blush?
“Either one of us can be the brains of the operation, but you're the only one who can be the muscle," Jessie replied cheerfully, thankfully not noticing Tifa's distraction or subtle flush. "If we get caught, the one grabbing the target is further in and more ground she has to fight through to get out. You can handle that way better than I can.
Tifa couldn't muster much more than a hybrid grunt/croak of affirmative, by this point. Jessie's hold on her was so warm and comfortable, and the motion of her gait was good...gods, it felt like Tifa's whole smooth, slick body was keyed up as an erogenous zone. Were toads normally built like this, just, just...lubed-up little balls of sensitivity? Was it just part of this curse?
Could toads cum? That was the one that Tifa suddenly really wanted to know, as she resisted the urge to kick her long, slimy legs out in delight as a particularly prominent glove stitch glided along her abdomen thanks to the jolt of a slight misstep on Jessie's part. Tifa was still a good ways away from being at that point, but she definitely had the sense that she'd discover the answer if Jessie walked for long enough holding her like this.
She didn't know whether she dreaded the possibility, or burned with want for it.
Suddenly, Jessie ducked into an alleyway, and held Tifa up to her face. Tifa gave a bashful croak and tried to look normal, which was tricky for a woman-turned-toad. Particularly given that for her, the majority of her experience as a toad so far had been the very arousal she was trying to hide now - getting turned on as she glided along another woman's hand was "normal" for her as a toad, thus far.
Thankfully, Jessie seemed too eager and amused with what was on her own mind to notice Tifa's embarrassment. “We're nearly there. Time to hide you,” she told Tifa, with a concerningly cheeky grin.
“Hide me...where, exactly?” Tifa asked, as she realized, with a little worry, that this detail hadn’t been explained to her.
"Let's just say, today's the day you're breaking into all kinds of places you've been wanting to get into," Jessie said with a grin. Before Tifa could reply or even consider this cryptic answer, her partner pulled open her shirt, and dropped Tifa down into it.
Well, that settled Tifa's longstanding question of whether Jessie had picked up on her occasional flirting.
Tifa found herself fully enveloped in darkness and, far more pleasingly, the soft, warm sensation of Jessie’s tits. With how soft and squishy her body currently was, the mounds of flesh that were squashing Tifa felt so good, in a way that she had never felt before. It was almost like her whole body responded to gentle, kneading pressure the way her breasts would. It took a lot not to let out a croak of joy.
Jessie shivered a little, a ripple of movement that Tifa liked very much, and spoke, her voice slightly muffled.
“Ooh...that feels so weirdly good. You okay in there, Teef?”
“Yes...just fine!” Tifa answered, as evenly as she could. She was actually pretty damned turned on by this point, honestly, but that really wasn't something they had the time or inclination to dwell on at this moment.
“Just...try to not wiggle around too much in there, alright?” Jessie requested, breath slightly hitched. "I didn't realize how distracting this was going to feel."
(Yeah, good luck with that), Tifa mentally grumbled a moment later. She felt each and every step that Jessie took, and the woman's breasts moved with that momentum, making Tifa rock and shift between them. Trying to stabilize herself was absolutely hopeless, she was completely at the whim of the undulating cloth and titflesh bouncing her all about, and between the motion and the slickness of her skin, Tifa began to slip down the valley of Jessie’s cleavage.
"Please find some way to stay still," Tifa heard Jessie husk from above, sounding genuinely turned on, and equally earnestly worried. "I'm not kidding, Teefs, I am not going to be able to stay in character if this keeps up."
In a desperate attempt, Tifa stretched out her webbed hands for an anchor point. She felt the pads of her fingers brush against something stiff, and bumpy, and even in the dark, Tifa knew exactly what she'd just found. But she didn't have a better option, and absurd and arousing as this situation was, they would actually be in danger if Tifa didn't find a way to stay still, so she grabbed hold, and reached out for the twin on the other side.
Tifa felt Jessie's small gasp, and the shiver that ran through her.
"B-Better, I guess," Jessie murmured tightly, "but you are buying me dinner later."
Tifa just croaked.
She pulled herself up carefully, rubbing against Jessie’s chest as she moved a bit higher and got herself stabilized. Now that she wasn't bouncing along helplessly and struggling not to get completely swallowed up by Jessie's perfect chest valley, Tifa was able to focus a bit on the rest of her situation, and start to process some of what she was feeling.
It was interesting, being turned on like this. The pleasure that she was feeling...Tifa was aware of a tingle between her legs, as she would as a human woman, and she assumed that was where her cloaca was. But that really was all it was, just a tingle. The distracting arousal and pleasure that she had been and still was feeling was more...dispersed, she realized. The parts of her that were in close, gliding contact with Jessie were directly where the arousal and pleasure were coming from, as intensely as if the same contact were being applied to her regular body's pussy and clit. Her belly, her back, her legs, the very padded little fingers she was using to hold onto Jessie's nipples...they all felt really, really good, and as she rubbed against Jessie's chest and spread her slick, aroused slime all the more, Tifa found herself fairly sure that every part of her could be stimulated until she came.
“We’re here. Going in,” Jessie suddenly said in a soft voice.
Hearing the sound of the door open, Tifa braced herself, as best she could.
A moment later, Jessie was chatting with someone, smoothly playing the role of just an average visitor who wouldn’t raise any suspicion. Tifa honestly had no idea how the woman managed it; she found it hard enough at times earnestly communicate even her own feelings, and here Jessie was, able to adopt a completely different person's thoughts and history as though she'd never been anyone else. It really impressed her.
After a few moments, Tifa heard Jessie excuse herself, and there was some more movement as she relocated. Then, after a few more moments, her shirt was pulled open, and a hand came in to lift Tifa out. The temporary amphibian blinked as her eyes adjusted to the sudden flood of indoor lighting.
“Alright, we have about ten minutes," Jessie told her, keeping her voice low. “I wish it was more, but that's the best I could do without any chance of suspicious. So be careful, and be fast.”
“Right, no worries,” Tifa whisper-croaked, as she dropped to the floor, and began to hop along the floor and up to a vent set in the wall. As Jessie stood carefully in place to keep Tifa out of sight to the rest of the room, she quickly opened the grate. The blueprints she'd studied before the mission had been on point, and the grate came off exactly as they had described. Running through the layout she'd memorized earlier, Tifa began to travel through the small tunnels within the wall in short, rapid burst-hops, careful not to leap too hard lest attention-grabbing thumps start sounding from the walls.
She navigated through the vents quickly and effectively, and soon enough reached her goal. With a small, forceful kick, she knocked the latch loose, and exited the vent into a new room. Removing the ring was tricky to do, as it had absorbed into her body like her clothing had, but with a little effort, she found that she could locate the place on her small, squishy finger where it sat just underneath the skin, and moving it along to the end of her finger seemed to do the trick for ending the enchantment.
The transformation back to human was faster and smoother, almost as though having done it once before had taught the enchantment all it needed to know to accomplish the change with prompt efficiency. Tifa first fully reverted to human form, so quickly that she could barely track the changes as they occurred, before suddenly, almost explosively, growing back to her original size.
One downside to returning to human became apparent in just a few seconds, though. Her aroused state did not get reset with the rest of her, and so Tifa found that her panties were more than a little damp, and her nipples were stiffly poking through her shirt.
“Why the hell did I get so turned on?” she muttered to herself, as she began to search the desk for the purpose of this whole operation. Thankfully, she was able to find the papers she was after with little trouble; Shinra's lax security procedures never did fail to amaze and benefit her. Taking the desired documents, Tifa folded them up and tucked them away in a pouch on her waist.
Mission all but complete, she slipped the ring back on. Once more the changes seemed to occur far faster and smoother than they had the first time, and within moments the room was back to seeming titanic as she stood fully amphibious within it. Hoping that however the transformation shifted clothing, accessories, and their contents within its sphere of influence would not end up damaging her precious cargo, she reentered the vent, and hopped back to where Jessie was waiting for her.
Jessie was clearly watching for her, and saw Tifa's small slimy form in the shade of the inner vent as soon as she turned the last corner. As quickly as she could while appearing to simply be pacing as she waited, Jessie approached the vent to give Tifa her exit opportunity.
But, Tifa noted, Jessie's expression was clearly concerned, and she mouthed some words to her as she stepped closer. It was a bit hard to make out, but Tifa managed to get the gist: Jessie was telling her to hide in her pants.
It seemed like a bizarre thing to say, but she didn’t question it; Jessie was the pro here and must have had a reason for the directive. So once she was close enough, Tifa hopped onto Jessie’s shoe, and hastily began to climb up her leg. She didn’t want to risk falling out, so she scampered up her calf, and along her thigh. It was almost pitch black, but easy enough to navigate when the only direction to go was up. Tifa could not help but notice, with a new secretion of excited slime, that Jessie's leg was unexpectedly lean and toned as she climbed it. Jessie was so good at her disarming cheer and flirtations, and tasked so often with the role of specialist in their branch of AVALANCHE, that it was easy to forget that she was just as much of a card-carrying badass as the rest of them.
It was a physical reminder that Tifa was definitely enjoying, as she dragged herself along Jessie's limb and enjoyed the gliding, firm friction her slime allowed. Her arousal fully reignited now, she had a naughty idea that was uncharacteristically daring for her, even if she could probably pass it off later as a necessity. She continued her way up until she was just in the crotch of Jessie’s pants, and found, as she'd expected, that she could nestle into the spot perfectly, and in such a way that her back was rubbing against Jessie’s quim. Tifa barely held back a broken, croaking moan as her delicate, smooth skin could feel not just the soft fabric of Jessie’s panties, but the outline of her pussy lips through them. In this tight space and with her rounded body, the crotch of Jessie’s pants pushed against Tifa's back with each step the woman took, a rhythmic pushing that was grinding Tifa against Jessie's clothed cunt with dizzingly arousing force.
Tifa squirmed a little, caught in an erotically undulating vice of fabric that was soaked equally in excited juices and slime from both women. She was enjoying this a great deal, and knowing that this was a bizarre thing to get off on was not slowing her approaching orgasm at all. If she was a freak for it, then so be it; this was by far one of the most arousing things that she had ever experienced in her entire life!
It wasn't even just the building, burning pleasure, either; ever since she had first transformed, Tifa had been feeling a weird, growing sense of happiness and contentment. She had complained a bit at the start, but only because she had yet to fully come to understand it. By now, she was more than ready to face facts: Tifa liked being a toad. She might be smaller and weaker, but her body was so squishy and sensitive, and somehow it overall felt inexplicably right to be an amphibian woman, maybe more natural for her than being a human woman did.
She couldn't hold it in any longer: Tifa began to make soft, happy croaks, and as she did, her body vibrated with each rumbling cry that erupted from her. There was absolutely no mistaking the small, keening cry she heard come from Jessie above her. Every step the woman took was making her wetly grind again and again against Jessie's pussy, every joyful croak of horny contentment she released sent glorious vibrations through them both, every squirming push she managed of her own or wave of her slimy limbs kissed her little amphibious cloaca to Jessie's giant human pussy through a silk barrier so soaked it might as well not even be there...it was all leading both women closer and closer to release with each moment that passed.
She wondered how Jessie was going to react to all of this once she was out of her pants. She hoped she wouldn’t be upset…though she had a feeling it would be much the opposite.
Tifa didn't know how toads normally climaxed, but she had to assume that it wasn't normally like this. A raging, pulsing pleasure wrenched through her, her cloaca clenching and weeping as the waves of its contractions surged through her. All attempts at restraint gone, Tifa croaked out a scream as every fraction of her round, yielding body rippled with orgasmic fire; cum-slime leaked from every pore from beak to webbed toe, and she could feel every single one of the thousands, she was cumming from her cloaca, but also from her thighs, her belly, her toes, her fingers, her palms, her back, mind-breaking pleasure oozing through every fiber of her being as she writhed and pulsed!
Mind too overtaken with the impossible task of processing her entire body cumming, Tifa would only later be able to recall, understand, and enjoy the shaking, panting whimpers escaping Jessie as the lubricated, utterly overwhelmed toad thrashed madly, mindlessly against her cunt.
Trapped in the non-space between pants and panties, no space to move and nowhere for the climax juices her body wept to go, the space around Tifa became an entrapping pool for her orgasmic secretions, and Tifa soon found herself spluttering as her accumulating cum began to overtake her nostrils and mouth, and for a moment, a panicked thought broke through her orgasmic haze, as she wondered whether she might actually drown in her own cum.
Suddenly, Tifa heard the sound of the zipper being undone, and she felt Jessie's hand hastily grabbing her and pulling her out, with a squelching goosh of fanfare as her cum-slime drooled out and dribbled down her pants. Holding her up, Jessie looked at the toad and grinned.
“Alright, you hot, slimy little thing...if we're doing this, we're doing it right,” she declared.
“S-So, you...liked this?” Tifa asked through a weak splutter as she coughed out the cum that had been lightly drowning her a moment ago.
Jessie's grin widened. “Fuck yeah I liked it! I mean, this whole thing is really weird, but honestly, I'm into it!" she said, as she sat Tifa down on her own bed. "And even if this was the weirdest sex thing I'd ever done? Still a small price to pay to finally get a chance to get your in bed, Tifa."
Tifa wondered whether her froggy countenance was actually flushing, or whether her reflexive blush was just in her head, as she watched, excitement bubbling in her once again, as Jessie began to strip. Always ready to indulge her instincts as a performer, the brunette made sure to give the toad girl a show as she did, strutting with exaggerated and completely shameless flare about to show off her legs and form. With her pants already unzipped, they were the first to go, as Jessie enthusiastically shimmied them down her legs, just slowly enough to tease (particularly with the pleasing sway of her hips as she did!), fast enough that her audience's eagerness didn't become impatience. Her footwear having been discarded already, presumably when they'd entered this hotel room (Tifa assumed), the pants finally sat in a pile, and Jessie stepped high out of them to show off her legs to the little amphibian watching her. Socks were next, and Tifa guessed that her already prominent eyes must have widened a little further from seeing Jessie wiggle her freed toes invitingly, for the woman grinned as she took Tifa's expression in.
Finally bringing her hands up to the sides of her panties, Jessie let out a charming giggle as she traced a finger along the cum-slime coating them so thickly that it was a visible layer upon the fabrics. "Wow, look at that...these things are slightly more wet than they usually are around you!"
Tifa let out a croaking, wanton moan, and couldn't help but press her cloaca against the bedding to try to relieve the building heat Jessie's display was causing in her
Jessie didn't go to any special effort with her panties. She just lowered them a bit, and then let them fall to the ground with a wet little splat. Tifa whimpered, and pressed harder against the sheet below her. That little sound was hotter than any show could have been!
“I wasn't expecting to fuck a frog today, so you'll have to forgive me for not tidying up down there,” Jessie told Tifa with a smirk, and slightly pushed her hips forward to better display her cunt to her new partner. "But you kinda strike me as a girl who appreciates a natural look for her ladies, anyway."
Swallowing hard as she took in the dewy, curled brown tuft that Jessie's pussy wore like a glorious cloak, the best Tifa could do in way of a response was to nod in agreement.
Jessie's top layers were next, and Tifa was so distracted by her cunt that she missed most of the show this time - maybe there was a good reason these teases usually worked their way from the top down; a mouthwatering pussy was a hard thing for a woman to tear her eyes away from! Still, Tifa managed to recover her focus as Jessie undid her bra, and elegantly swayed one arm, then the other, then the whole of her, using mesmerizing motion to let the garment fall away seemingly on its own.
It hadn’t been that long since Tifa had been in her shirt, squished between her tits, but it had been too dark to see anything. Now that she was getting a full view of them in proper lighting, she very much liked what she saw, enough that the question of whether a toad was capable of producing an appreciative whistle crossed her mind. Jessie's breasts were smaller than her own and very perky, capped with rosy pink nipples that, unsurprisingly, were already stiff and hard.
Fully nude now, Jessie got onto the bed, and picked up Tifa, who half-murmured, half-ribbited at the pleasant and now familiar warmth and texture of Jessie's skin against her.
“You know, with you being as small as you are right now...you are almost like a little toy,” she remarked as she held Tifa firmly, but gently.
“Yeah? So...you want to play with me?” Tifa asked, feeling a rush of excitement. Strong as she was, she'd always naturally fallen into a more dominant role with her lovers, and enjoyed that...but now she was helpless and weak. Totally at Jessie's mercy. And somehow, this new perspective was very exciting to her.
"Have since the day we met, but a little more literally now, yeah," Jessie told her with a grin.
Reaching down, the brunette carefully, but not gently, gathered Tifa into her hands. Holding her up, the toad was brought to her breasts. Expecting to have her mouth brought into play, Tifa let out a croak of surprise, but also delight, as Jessie began instead to rub her across her chest, running the transformed woman's tender underbelly over her nipples, first one, then the other, and back again. Tifa croak-moaned at the prickling, wonderful pleasure of the hard little nubs dragging along her yielding, sensitive, slick flesh. It was almost as mesmerizing as it was erotic, tactile patterns being drawn across her being with soft, pebbly points ever-smoothed by the arousal slime Tifa left on them, all to the happy sighs and moans of the woman who held Tifa effortlessly in her palm.
And then Tifa suddenly found herself pressed between Jessie's tits, and felt them squeezing her gently into her cleavage. She croaked, happily and unsteadily with pleasure, as she was used like a bar of soap, her body leaking more slick mucus that coated Jessie’s skin all the way, smearing it all over her breasts, making every gliding motion and rub even smoother.
"Y-You know, I...hear toad oil is...really good for your skin," Jessie moaned, her smirk somehow still present in her tone even as she was clearly lost in the pleasure of the moment. "Do - mmm! - do you think this is the right way to apply it?”
Mind already tossing and turning as her entire body lit up with building pleasure, Tifa wasn't in any shape to engage in banter with her new lover. “Well, either way, keep going!” she cried, reeling at the warm, pushing pressure's effect on her.
Jessie was more than happy to do just that, and Tifa thrilled as Jessie ran her down her belly, and then, finally, between her legs.
As Tifa was wonderfully squooshed and kneaded between Jessie’s legs, she could feel the soft mat of her pubic hair, the wetness of her pussy, and the stiff nub of her clit, all coming together to take her breath away with want and arousal, save for just enough to let out a crying, wanton croak of flee. Jessie ran Tifa up and down against her slit, pushing pleasantly, giving slight little squeezes, rocking skin against skin with an ever-present, heavenly smooth amphibious ooze between them all the while. Tifa trembled as her reality became nothing but the hazy pleasure of a body that was one entire erogenous zone being used as a loofah against the hottest woman she'd ever met. Out of squirming, over-stimulated euphoria, Tifa softly kicked her legs, directing them more by instinct than design to rub against the sides of Jessie’s pussy.
"H, holy fuck," Jessie gasped, on the tail of a shocked whimper of delight, and Tifa couldn't agree more with the sentiment - with her oversensitive body, her legs got just as much pleasure out of the act of stroking Jessie's cunt as Jessie herself did!
“M-Move me up, just a little!” Tifa managed to squeal, as she wiggled in glee.
Again Jessie did as requested, and in her new position, Tifa could now grind against Jessie’s clit with her cloaca. The moment she did, Tifa let out a croaking scream, it felt so amazing. Jessie's clit pressed into her perfectly, and with just the slightest further pressure from both frog and woman, it actually slipped into Tifa's small opening. The sensation was incredible beyond Tifa's imagination. Taking Jessie's clit into her toadish hole was proportionately like having her human pussy swallow 2 fists at once - and her body was so pliable and thoroughly lubricated through every pore with aroused slime that the squeeze of filling herself past capacity with Jessie's clit was pure pleasure and nothing more, no discomfort let alone pain.
“Oh...whoa,” Jessie gasped. “It's like...like a clit sucker...! Best one I ever felt, holy shit holy shit you're fucking perfect Teef...!”
Tifa could barely hear her over her own constant, pleasure-mad croaks and screams. “Yeah, Jessie, yeah, yeah, your clit's f-filling me so good!!” she panted and screamed as she approached a climax that already made the last one look like a warm-up stretch.
"Fuck me, Tifa, fuck me fuck me fuck meee," Jessie whined, gripping her lover hard and pushing her against her fuck-button as hard as she dared. "Shit shit I'm cumming Teef I'm cumminggg...!"
Tifa couldn't even manage that much, reduced as she was to a pulsing, full-body orgasm that blew through her and wiped out everything but the glorious, slimy sensation of euphoria rolling over her from head to webbed toe, every part of her clenching in climax as Jessie's clit trembled in her cloacal cunt.
Finally there came a time when the pleasure began to receded, their bodies slowing and stilling as reality reasserted itself in their joy-soaked minds, and Jessie's grip on Tifa slackened as she laid back, just panting.
“Damn. That...was freaky. But so awesome,” she huffed, gazing up at the ceiling in wonder.
Tifa weakly hopped up onto her chest, and splayed herself comfortably out over it.
“Yeah...I think I’ll be keeping this ring.”