An alien-toad woman

Already knowing the Ghirabo needed clothes after its transformation he went to the mayor's office to purchase some "commemorative clothing". He bought a pair of E-cup bras, an XL shirt, and grey sweatpants. While doing this, the Ghirabo entered the designated area for its change and based on the image of its owner went to work.

Its form shimmered, like a mirage, its appearance faded to a black sphere, roughly the size of a basketball. It pulsed with energy, emitting a cyan glow around itself. When James got back to the sphere, the color has changed to cyan before a blue shield formed around it and pushed out in all directions in the shape of a sphere with the size being as large as a boulder. The shield lasted for 3 seconds before an audible pop sounded and its new form was revealed.

Standing 9'6 feet tall was a woman. It has two legs, but four arms, the smaller two where humans are positioned, the larger two a bit behind its back. Each hand has four fingers, instead of 5. Two thumbs on each side, and two indexes. Its feet have two claws. James could she a heavy tail, with a suction cup-like plunger appearance at the end, instead of a stinger.

Her breast fit the bra size he brought, yet instead of nipples, there was a large white spot in place, with smaller spots surrounding it. The spots look like you can press into them, sinking your fingers into the false closed circles.

Her head and face brought a satisfied smile to his. While others go for regular human faces or ones with light add-ons this Ghirabo face was completely different. More alien-like, yet familiar as he did base it loosely on a toad. Navy-blue lips, plumb, and full. She has 9 eyes, a large one in place between where human eyes were. Black pupils, ember iris, surrounded by vast orange sclerosis. The other 4 to the right and left of the headlined up, slanted down. Fair eyelashes protected them from particles.

She had no hair, James finding her more attractive without it. The rest of her head was bulbous, like a xenomorph. Her frame was similar to a BBW but muscular. Nicely toned arms, and legs, with a solid 6 pack, she could take on a platoon of soldiers and not break a sweat.

James stepped up to her, observing her more closely at her arms, face, approving of how the skin stretch and relaxed.

"Walk." He asks simply, and she did. Her boobs swayed a bit and ass checks giggled with each step. Tail swayed left and right without lagging or drifting.

"Jump and handstand." While he knew just how advanced the Ghirabo is in almost everything pertaining to genetics it was a pleasant surprise to see his custom-made alien fuck buddy jump 2 meters in the air, and fall back down with no strain to her body. She placed all her weight on her thumbs, not seeing a need to use her tail at all.

"Alright, come over here and wear these clothes." James stood back and reach for his phone, to take a picture. She looked a bit ridiculous, not to the general public, well not any more than you think. To James, this form doesn't strike him as a form that needs clothes. Like Frieza, his form is his clothing. So looking at an alien-toad woman where grey sweat pants and a white shirt with I love Ghirabos with the stereotypical greys she looked like a well-down cosplay than an actual alien.

For the Ghirabo part, she took everything James to ask it with an inquisitive look. While she didn't have eyebrows the raised skin where her eyebrows would suggest "what" from him.

"Nothing, nothing. You look fine now.", He came up to her, grabbing her large hands, easily taking in his, loving the feeling of the meat and toughness of it. He stared into her eyes. "What do we call you."

James had gone over a whole list of names to use, yet decided it was up to her. He leaves the names as a sample for her to make up her own. So she scanned his mind, passing through names like Ashley, and Chara.

Lingering on names of Tyrande, Cortana, Chell, and almost sounded out the letter 'w' before stoping.

She hovered over a letter for a few seconds, eyes looking left to right, probably on the cusp but not fully understanding it before simply saying it.

"Lorala." She beamed, hands clutching his so their palms pressed against each other. Thumbs rubbing his knuckles and wrist in a rhythmic motion.

He chuckled, "that's what got you stumped for the past two minutes? Well, at least it's not boring. Now one last thing."

The toad-alien, now name Lorala, already knew what he wanted, as he had been thinking about it and prepared herself. James assumed the position sprinters in the Olympics used, hands down, legs stretched, butt up before running to her. Just before he crashed into her he jumped up.

Normally a person would still feel the impact and with James' position, he would be suffering a headache, bruised nose, and stinging everywhere.

Yet this was not the case.

A slight glow was emitted from Lorala body, her skin becomes a darker shade of cyan, and when impact was made her front side sank into herself a bit. His hands and feet wrapped around her waist and gape between arms and in further. Her chest and breast obscured his vision more so, feeling a rubbery enclosing around him, This was another thing he thought of for Lorala.

Like slime when meeting with relatively slow physical **** the substance wraps around the impact. Same thing here, it only lasts for 5 seconds before her skin glowed again, back to being solid. All for arms wrapped around his body in a welcoming embrace.

Even with his bulky-athletic frame, the alien woman's arms made him look small, and he was 7'4 ft. Just another thing to admire on these being from the stars. Now, with their bodies close together, and heads a foot apart James put his hand behind Lorala and kissed her.

Alien skin meets humans, each exploring their mouth. Lorala brought her right arms, the other three gripping James's large butt in her hands easily and back to grip him tightly. He wants his sex partner to be imposing and encouraging so she brought her tongue out, pushing past to his and battling to be let in. Her tongue was bigger and longer yet James held his own, not relenting to her. His tongue grinds against hers, rubbing his taste buds to enjoy the body he longed for.

Yet she was on a mission to be the best partner she can be. Having him being the dominant person for a long time was not what his desires called. So she pushed back, snaking her tongue across his, tossing it up, down, left, right in his mouth, and tasting the human herself. Taking interest in his sourness, remnants of candy. She brought two hands now, each holding his face, threading through his afro, and leaning it down so she can pour more of her tongue in. Also displaying who is on top, making him look into her amber eyes, all 9 staring into him. He was a bit intimidated by this large woman, and it made him excited.

She sucks his tongue, lips engulf his pink meat until its been stretch to its limits. She breaks the kiss, allowing the man to get a few gulps of air, not particularly winded but feeling the intensity of the kiss before she dives back down into his mouth, tongue now snaking around his. Squeezing until she reaches the back of his throat, and feeling confident goes further. Anyone looking at this brute of a woman would notice the slight bulge in his throat as her tongue hit against his walls.

James does not push back, he embraces it, feels himself at the mercy of her yet knowing his limits he grips her harder, even with the slight coughs. His hands entwine with her, tail wrapping around them, muscles coiling like a snake trapping its prey, the embrace tightens, the sucking harder now, saliva was being lifted to her mouth, pushing pressure on his teeth.

James at this point felt his dick flick up in excitement. Beads of precum staining his boxers, Lorala, undoubtedly feeling it. He wasn't small, with all the advancements the Ghibora gave humanity, tweaking genitalia was child play. He was born gifted, 12-inch cock, thick as iPhone, now 23 inches, his garden snake like a loaf of bread, balls similar in shape to mangos.

Lorala felt his erection grind against her abs and ribs, humming into his mouth in pleasure that she did a good job arousing her mate. She deep throats his tongue, going farther down twirling her tongue in his throat. She can go farther, and James wanted to if the kick-up of his dick and hand-holding was an indication but he was approaching his limits on breath and sadly had to stop. Giving one last squeeze to his ass, as well as a quick grip on his balls, feeling the heat and heaviness, she retracted her tongue, strands of saliva breaking off from their intense snogging.

A good foot was retracted from his mouth before she gave a small kiss and pulled out. Immediately he gasped for air, hands untwining and patting his chest, just taking in while Lorala laughs smugly. Her voice was husky from their makeout. His fantasies are being fuelled yet he can't take it.

What fun we will have in bed.

She uncurled her tail, letting him stand on his two feet. He wobbled but didn't fall, leaning his hand against her tail. Wiped some of the saliva from his mouth with a napkin in his pants then whirled around to Lorala. His happy smile made her feel giddy inside. He was enthusiastic, more than that he was shocked he felt this strongly to her.

"God above, you are wonderful. I love it, I love you. Come on!" He waved her over. She followed him, by levitating to his Ram truck. Before he left he gave Herschel, and Jessica thumbs up. His friends seeing nothing but a disheveled man with saliva giddily say "you're in for a fun time" before getting into the truck. Looking in the back to see his alien buddy settled down, a thumbs up as well then left to his house

Here's how Lorala looks