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Greg was out on a night on the town. Though after a few hours, his funds began to dwindle, he wasn't ready for the night to end. He decided it was best just to pick up some beer at his local store, but when counting out his funds, found that he was about 2 dollars short. Lucky for him, he thought, he was around the block from the house of an old woman that the locals rumored was a witch that had a pond that people would toss coins in, in hopes that the witch would cast good fortune upon them. Greg didn't pay much mind to those stories and just saw the opportunity to gain the 2 dollars he needed to keep the night going.
Drunkenly he made his way to the house and drunkenly climbed over the short fence. Stumbling toward the pond he bent down to look for the coins that he needed. That's when he heard some strange words permeate through the air out of nowhere, as he began to sweat. His head began to spin as his clothes seemed to be getting a lot looser on his frame. The sweat began to make his skin slippery as everything around him seemed to grow in a rapid pace. before he knew what was going on, his clothes began to seem more like being covered in a big parachute, and he crawled out of what used to be his shirt collar as the world seemed huge around him. He brought his hand up to his face as he sat on a ceramic representation of a lily pad, and was taken aback as his hand had turned green and his fingers had stretch with webbing between them, just like... like a frog. He then tried to yell for help, but as he did, his neck stretched out and all he could produce was a croak.
A shadow loomed over him, and when he looked up to see what was causing it, he saw a tower of an old woman bending over and looking at him. "Hmm, I see another poor soul made the rash decision of trying to steal from my pond. Well, I hope you enjoy your new home because the curse I put on the pond is irreversible. Just be glad the spell didn't decide to turn you into a statue like the one you're next to. He's been here for 100 years now."
Slowly, Gregs mind began to dwindle as his new nature of a frog took over. The next night, he was just croaking away like a good little frog.
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Greg was out on a night on the town. Though after a few hours, his funds began to dwindle, he wasn't ready for the night to end. He decided it was best just to pick up some beer at his local store, but when counting out his funds, found that he was about 2 dollars short. Lucky for him, he thought, he was around the block from the house of an old woman that the locals rumored was a witch that had a pond that people would toss coins in, in hopes that the witch would cast good fortune upon them. Greg didn't pay much mind to those stories and just saw the opportunity to gain the 2 dollars he needed to keep the night going.
Drunkenly he made his way to the house and drunkenly climbed over the short fence. Stumbling toward the pond he bent down to look for the coins that he needed. That's when he heard some strange words permeate through the air out of nowhere, as he began to sweat. His head began to spin as his clothes seemed to be getting a lot looser on his frame. The sweat began to make his skin slippery as everything around him seemed to grow in a rapid pace. before he knew what was going on, his clothes began to seem more like being covered in a big parachute, and he crawled out of what used to be his shirt collar as the world seemed huge around him. He brought his hand up to his face as he sat on a ceramic representation of a lily pad, and was taken aback as his hand had turned green and his fingers had stretch with webbing between them, just like... like a frog. He then tried to yell for help, but as he did, his neck stretched out and all he could produce was a croak.
A shadow loomed over him, and when he looked up to see what was causing it, he saw a tower of an old woman bending over and looking at him. "Hmm, I see another poor soul made the rash decision of trying to steal from my pond. Well, I hope you enjoy your new home because the curse I put on the pond is irreversible. Just be glad the spell didn't decide to turn you into a statue like the one you're next to. He's been here for 100 years now."
Slowly, Gregs mind began to dwindle as his new nature of a frog took over. The next night, he was just croaking away like a good little frog.
Category All / Transformation
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