The Princess Frog

“Oh fuck! Yes!” I cried out.

There I was. On my elbow and knees with my ass up in the air being fucked by my girlfriend Lori. My panties pulled down my thighs and my miniskirt flipped up over my back. The thick eight inch strap-on she wore, pumped in and out of me.

How did I get here? It’s a long story. Well there’s an old adage that went something like: if you place a frog in water and slowly raise the temperature, the frog will not recognized it was being cooked. And like the frog, my change was so subtle I didn’t recognize it until the waters were already boiling.

I met Lori at a party. Normally I wouldn’t go but it was my best friend’s party so I reluctantly accepted the invite. And then honesty, I’m not sure how we got together. I’m a rather quiet loner with very few friends. Lori seemed to have a strong personality. She was a number of inches taller. The next thing I knew, she was calling me for a date. The way she asked wasn’t so much of a request as it was almost an order. “Hello Cory. I’ll pick you up Friday at 7.”

Although Lori took complete control of our “date”, the evening was very enjoyable. We ended up in bed and again she took control; me on my back, she straddled on top. Within the month, I had moved in to her house and changes albeit unnoticeable to me, began.

In bed, Lori knelt between my legs. Her hands coated with hand cream were stroking my erection and fingering my scrotum. My uncut penis was an underwhelming hard five and a half inches and my testicles were no bigger than marbles. She shoved her knees under my butt, raising it off the bed and on her thighs. A greasy finger ran along my crevasse, slipping in between a bit deeper each time until her fingertip found my anus.

She rubbed the outside while continuing to stroke me. God! I came so hard. Wads of cum shot out of my pee hole and splattered my face and chest. When I was done, Lori crawled over me and straddled her pussy on my mouth. I ate her until she came multiple times.

Since most of my stuff was at Lori’s anyways, I ended my apartment lease on her suggestion. I didn’t have much stuff so the move was simple. And while I had enough to survive, having lost my job to redundancy made the change in living arrangement much more logical. Lori was a top earner at her law firm. With me unemployed, I became the “house husband” doing all the shopping, cleaning and cooking.

“Here. I got you a gift!” Lori handed me an apron. “Wear this so you don’t get your clothes splattered while you cook.”

I took it from her and looked at it, then at her. The apron was pink and had a front pinafore with frilly edging. Embroidered on the left chest was the name “Kori”. The look she gave me, told me not to comment. I put the neck loop over my head and tied the thick ribbon behind me in a big, big bow. “Yeah. Sorry Kori with a ‘K’. The embroiderer got the name wrong and I had already purchased it before I noticed. Now it’s too late.”

I even though my name was spelled incorrectly, I loved it and thanked her for the thoughtful gift.

Then there was my clothes. It started with underwear. Lori had thrown out all my ratty briefs and replaced them with white Speedo/bikini type underwear. They fit very small and tight and did not have a fly opening. I got used to them but they too were soon replaced.

“Lori. These ones are pink!” I noted. “And baby blue?”

“Well… Kori…” Lori smiled. “Your white ones got too dirty and dingy to fast so I got you some coloured ones.”

“But pink? Pink is for girls!” I retorted.

“I didn’t like the other colours.” Lori told me in a slightly stern voice warning me not to protest anymore. “Besides, you’re man enough to wear pink! And don’t be misogynist.”

I pulled them up and over my bum. These ones were a lot cheekier than the other ones riding up and leaving half my butt uncovered. They did feel nice though and I got a little bit of an erection which Lori of course noticed.

“Hurry up and get dressed. The reservation for lunch is at one.” Lori reminded me.

I pulled up some pants and put on a dress shirt. The black pants are now much more tailored and the rose coloured shirt buttoned right over left. Both were bought for me by Lori. The socks I had on were thin and nylon that came up to my knees; the toes and heels were darker and thicker than the rest of the hosiery. The black shoes were pointed lace ups with a short two inch heel. “Kori. Those are current vogue fashion 19 century period shoes. They are Victorian lace up pumps.”

They were narrow but I easily slipped them onto my size 5 feet.

From then, things around the house remained mostly unchanged… Or did they?

Getting ready for bed, rather than my cotton PJ’s, I found a baby blue night shirt and shorts. Both were made of a satin and had some white trim on it. Again the shorts had no fly opening and the shirt buttoned right over left. Lori said. “I wanted to get matching outfits!” except hers was black.

Sex continued to be great. Stroking my cock and fingering my asshole was always part of the routine. Sometimes she would let me cum inside her but mostly she would jerk me off while playing with my backside. I in turn, would eat her pussy whether I had cum inside her or not.

One morning…

I arose from bed and went to slip my feet into my slippers. But they weren’t mine. Instead, I found some big pink fluffy slippers. Lori looked at me and told me. “The old ones were looking ratty so I got you some new ones as a present. Like them?”

“Yes! Of course. Thank you.” I replied automatically knowing any other response might get a harsh reaction. I put them on and found them very soft and comfortable. And pink was becoming my favourite colour. “Would you like some breakfast before you go to work?”

“Oh. No thanks, Kori. Not today.” Lori informed me. “I barely have time for coffee. Can you put some in my travel mug please?”

I changed from my night clothes. I pulled on my pink bikini undies and made sure I was properly tucked in. The skin tight legging would help keep everything in place. I squirmed to put on my tight baby blue tee; my nipples were permanently hard and poked out. In the kitchen, I put on my apron and as Lori got ready for work, I finished up making her coffee to go. I included a muffin I baked fresh this morning.

Lori came down. She was as always immaculately dressed. Her black, business power suit fitted tight over her sexy shaped body and accentuated her Double-D sized boobs. Her short bob-cut hair was perfectly coifed. Her beauty was natural and didn’t required much make-up. Her legs were shiny so I know she was wearing stocking held up with a garter belt (she hated pantyhose).

As she walked into the kitchen, her five inch stiletto heels clicked on the tile floor. I handed her muffin and coffee. She was very pleased. “Thank you, Kori.”

“You are most welcome. Everything is pre-portioned for the muffin and only needs liquid added before baking so it’s very easy.”

Lori who towered over me especially with her heels, bent slightly and kissed me good-bye before driving off in her Lexus LX SUV.

I enjoyed my juice, coffee and a warm muffin making sure to also take my vitamins that Lori insisted I started to use when I moved in. After I finished my breakfast, I cleaned up the kitchen and tidied up around the house. The bed sheets needed changing and the laundry needed to be done. I stripped the bed and stuck the linen in the washer. Putting on clean sheets on the big king sized bed required a lot of running around to make sure the sheets were perfectly flat and tight. It took always longer than I thought. After the first load was done drying, I dragged out the ironing board and ironed the sheets and pillow cases before neatly folding and putting them away. I did the same for the remaining loads except for the dainty things that needed handwashing. Laundry day was an all-day thing.

Lori still allowed me to play hockey and tonight was hockey night. I got my stuff ready to go for after dinner. When Lori came home. “I have a present for you Kori!”

I opened the box and found a new hockey jersey; white with pink for breast cancer awareness. The front had a huge pink ribbon crest. My name was embroidered on the back; Kori.

There was also some pink stick tape and matching pink hockey hose. Lori included a new hockey garter belt (I normally use Velcro to hold up my socks).

“Oh Lori. Thank you very much!” I sincerely smiled at her. Without much more thought I added. “I’ll wear it tonight.”

I got to the arena much earlier than normal realizing that I might have to explain my pink bikini underwear. With no one there yet, I quickly took off my pants, put on stockings, stuffed my shin pads into them and used the new garter belt to hold them up. A few other guys arrived just as I stepped into my hockey pants… “Shit! I forgot to put my jock on!”

Not wanting to take my pants off and on again and with the possibility of getting caught pink handed, I ended up just taking the cup and shoving it inside my underwear. Not a comfortable solution.

I pulled the jersey. A couple of the guys commented. “Nice to see you are supporting breast cancer awareness.” “Thanks for wearing that jersey. My mom had breast cancer” “Why is the name on your jersey spelt ‘K.o.r.i.'”? I thought you spelt your name ‘C.o.r.y.’?”

It was a good, hard, hot skate. As per norm, I didn’t score a goal although our side won. I was happy to participate and get a good sweat on. Everything was good until I realized the guys and I would be changing in the same room. Typically I’m the first in the shower and first to leave. But tonight I just bided my time. I slowly unlaced my skates and unhooked my hose without taking my pants off. Then my jersey. I sat there and waited. Maybe that was a bad mistake.

With most of the guys gone and a few in the showers, I thought it safe. I pushed down my hockey pants and hooked my thumbs into my underwear. “Hey, Cory. Your underwear is pink. They look more like my sister’s panties!”

“Ha..Ha.. Funny.” I embarrassedly laughed back. “They got washed with some red stuff. All my whites now have a pink tinge.”

I had a quick shower and changed back into my clothes. My clean underwear was also pink. I showed them just to prove my previous explanation. “They still look like panties, Cory!” Then one guy noticed as I was pulling on my nylon knee high socks. “Those are the same as my girlfriend wears when she’s wearing pants. I can tell because the toes and heels are reinforced.”

I got out a quick at I could.

Back home, Lori asked me about the game. I told her that I wore her new gift to me and also about how the guys thought my underwear looked like girl panties. My eyes teared up at being teased that way.

That night after I put on my Champagne coloured PJ’s and was lying in bed, Lori initiated play. She undid the buttons on my top. Her fingers danced on my sensitive, hard nipples which made me hard. She moved between my legs and pulled my shorts down over my thighs. One hand stroked my erection while she leaned forward to pinch my nipples with her other hands. She sucked on the more sensitive left one. Something was bumping my bum.

“Kori. I have another surprise for you.” Lori said. She slowly pulled down her bottoms revealing some sort of harness beneath. She pushed her shorts to her knees and up popped a cock! It wasn’t huge but it was definitely a bit bigger than me. She slid it along my ass crack. It felt smooth and slippery. “I was saving this for a special occasion but I think you need some special cheering up tonight.”

She pushed it between until the tip pressed against my hole. The most Lori had ever inserted into me was one or two fingers. This was thicker than that. My eyes popped open and I gasped; half in fear and half in anticipation.

Automatically, I clinched. But the slickness easily defeated any defense I could put up. Lori slowly pushed herself into me. I felt my hole stretch and give way. She paused as I inhaled another sharp breath. She pulled back slightly and then eased forward again. This time, my hole stretched open until her knob popped in. This time I let out an orgasmic “Oh!”

Lori repeatedly backed off a bit and pushed in a bit more each time until it was fully inside me. My eyes were closed and I panted heavily through my open mouth. She hooked her arms under my knees and brought them up over my chest. She was using steady pace to fuck my ass now. Each in stroke made me gasp as she nudged against my prostate.

“Oh my gawd, Lori! It feels so good.” I groaned. “Oh fuck! You’re going to make me cum!”

“Hold it! You will cum when I say.” Lori commanded. “Or this will be the last time.”

I nodded my head in acknowledgement. Lori was now using more forceful strokes. Her knob banged against my gland. I wanted to hold on but knew I couldn’t much longer. “Please, Lori! Please let me cum!”

“Hold it…! Hold it…!” Lori slammed herself into me. My body was quivering like Jell-O. Pre-cum was pouring from my pee hole. “Now! Cum now!”

It was like a dam bursting. My cum spewed out harder than ever. So hard that the first number of blasts splattered my face. Lori kept fucking me until only dribbles came from me. She undid her harness leaving her cock inside me before mounting my thighs. My cum made a great lubricant as she slid her pussy over my still throbbing cock, over my belly and over my chest. Her pussy scraped up all my cum as she moved up. She lifted herself, moved over my face and planted her cum-coated pussy on my face. Her hips humped back and forth as she face fucked me. I did my best to eat, lick and suck as much as I could.

“That’s it, Kori! Uh! Eat me!” Lori moaned. “Eat your cum! Eat your cum from my cunt! Uh! Uh! Uh!”

She grabbed my hair and pulled up in an effort to shove my face into her pussy even harder. Her humping was relentless. Breathing became difficult between being suffocated and being drowned from her juices pouring out from her.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Lori screamed. “I…I…I’m C…U…M…M…ING…!”

A huge gush exploded from her pussy and completely drenched me. Lori continued to hump my face until she had finished. Panting, she moved down until her pussy was atop my wilted cock. She laid on top of me and fell asleep. I had no choice but to remain there drenched and in a huge wet spot.

Next morning, I found myself alone in bed. Sometime, Lori had gotten up and left for work. I flipped the covers off and literally peeled myself off the sheets. Our cum and juices had crusted over and almost acted like glue. Of course I would need to change the bed again, so I stripped the sheets off before I went to the bathroom.

Lori had long complained that I was either missing the bowl or splattering when I stood to pee, so now I had to sit. I let a long stream of warm, amber liquid go and splash on to the water below. I daubed my pee hole with some TP to dry up those last few drips. I hopped into the shower. The warm water felt great on my skin. The shampoo Lori made me use made my hair soft and lustrous. And the nicely perfumed soaps and lotions Lori bought for me made my skin smooth and tingly. Most of my body hair had disappeared. Those few strands that remained were ultrafine and almost invisible to the eye. And being Asian meant that I didn’t have a lot of hairy body to begin with so I didn’t mind.

After drying my body with the big, fluffy, pink towel, I smoothed on some after shower lotion especially over my hard and sensitive nipples. They seemed a bit larger. I cupped my chest area. “Do they feel a bit swollen?”

I finished applying the lotion to the rest of my body. I thought the lotion would help with my swollen chest. I used extra on them and on my nipples. But while playing with my nipples, a hand automatically spent time massaging the cream into my near hairless cock and balls. I spasmed slightly and spurted out a bit of cum.

After enjoying my shower, I needed to get dressed. I pulled up my new high waist undies. It wasn’t so much the colour as it was the fit. The front was just big enough to hold my junk in place while the back side… Well there wasn’t really any; just a very thin strip of cloth that dug into my ass crack and didn’t cover any of my bum.

The top was a tight pink Lycra T-shirt that did nothing to conceal my fat, pokies. But I found as I moved about that the rubbing on my chest was affecting my groin area. “Hmm… My chest does seem to be a bit more swollen.” The shirt was too short to tuck in.

The new socks Lora bought for me were white translucent nylon that pulled up passed my knees and made pulling on the tight Lycra form-fitting pants a little difficult. The waist was low riding and gave my bum a nice round shape. It also let the sides of my underwear peek over the top of my waistband. At least my socks made it easy for me to slip my feet into my new red slippers. I like the way the heel lifted me up.

The coffee in the kitchen was old so I made a new brew. I swallowed my vitamin pill that Lori had me take since I moved in. They did make me better about myself especially at times where I would sob at stuff that didn’t go exactly as planned or while watching heart-wrenching movies or TV (I cried when Sheldon Cooper finally got his Nobel Prize).

That evening, Lori and I had dinner together.

“So Kori, how was your day?” She stared at my chest. “Looks like you might have had an enjoyable one!”

“Yes. But I had to change the sheets again this morning since we kind of made a bit of a mess.” I paused before continuing. “Er… It’s not that I don’t appreciate you buying me clothes but these tight shirts are affecting me.”

Lori gave me a quizzical look. “What do you mean by ‘affecting’? Affecting how?”

“Well… as I move around, the top rubs against my chest and nipples and kind of makes me…” I searched for the right word but failed. “… horny. And I think they are making my chest swell!”

“Grab your wine and follow me!” Lori instructed. We went to the bedroom. She opened a draw and pulled out something. “Take off your shirt.”

I did and Lori pulled something over my head and down over my chest. It was tight around my core but a little loose over my chest. It only came down to my diaphragm and the shoulder straps prevented it from falling down. “Kori. This is my sports bra so the boob area is a bit… a lot big on you. It will help with the rubbing until we can get you some of your own.”

I moved around. She was right! But I kind of missed being horny all the time.