You breathe in deeply, enjoying the damp fall air as you walk down the well-worn trail of your local park. You love coming here on your daily walks, but especially when there is something on your mind, as there is today. You have recently divorced your wife of three years and are in the process of moving your stuff out of your former place to start over.
Fortunately, your investment in the relationship has been minimal in financial terms, and all you are really losing is the lease to your apartment. Thankfully you’ve found a new place within a reasonable distance to your work. Still, you’ll miss your proximity to this park. This is one of the last times you’ll be able to come here before you move, and you intend to enjoy it.
The sky is dark as though threatening rain. You recall that the forecast was unclear on whether or not it would come. You can feel it in the air, however. It gives you a sense of superiority, imagining yourself facing a storm as you walk along, lost in your thoughts. The cool wind and autumn breeze seem to amplify your feelings of power. You are about to enter a new chapter of your life, and however difficult it will be, you are determined to weather it as best you can.
A drop of rain hits you on the nose, and you take your hand out of your pocket to wipe it. You never trust the weather forecast anymore these days. They are so often wrong you think you should carry a portable umbrella and sunscreen at all times!
You increase your pace, not wanting too much water to land on your bare face. So many chemicals are pumped into the air from nearby factories and plants. Who knows what unregulated shit is in the rain?
Caught in it as you are, there is little chance of getting home unscathed. You relinquish yourself to getting a little wet before making your way to your dry apartment.
All of a sudden, your skin starts to feel cold, a terrifying sensation that makes you stop in your tracks. It is as though you’ve come down with sudden flu. You rub your hands furiously despite the rain, desperate to warm them. Yet it is as if all the warmth from your body has suddenly abated, as has your skin’s ability to shiver.
Just as alarming is the sudden dryness that has assaulted your skin where the water has evaporated. Even the rain falling on your skin is not enough to relieve the intense dryness. It is as though your skin is about to crack!
Your gaze lowers to the backs of your hands as you wonder what is happening to your skin. As you suspect, the skin is raw and red, and rubbing the area seems to provide little relief. You know you need to start running to get out of the rain, but you just can’t seem to muster the willpower. Though the rain is undoubtedly the source of the rash, every proceeding drop provides the slightest relief from the agony.
In a desperate effort to moisten your skin, you take your jacket off and allow your exposed arms to drink in the tainted rainwater. You know it’s a bad idea, but you need the refreshing liquid on your skin. Nothing you can recall demands your attention so thoroughly.
The rain does quench your thirsty flesh for a moment, at least. But it’s not enough. Not nearly enough. Your skin is red and dry once more, and you feel the overwhelming need to soak it further.
As you frantically rub your hands, a strange texture greets your fingers. Something surprisingly slimy and moist. At first, you think it is simply something from the rainwater. It certainly would explain what is making you so dry. Yet, no amount of rubbing can remove it from your skin.
The slimy texture seems to be spreading up your arms and across your hand the more you touch it. Your gaze shifts down once more, and you nearly scream in horror. Your skin is no longer red in the areas you have been rubbing. Now it is a disgusting mix of green and brown. It no longer looks human!
A few surprised cries draw your attention to other people walking in the park. Looking around, you see that some of them are rubbing their skin furiously as well, taking off their jackets and sweaters and even shirts. Everywhere the rain touches them, their skin starts to redden, then darken into the same gross slimy shade that is covering your own body. Are you all changing?
You realize the need to get away, to get to shelter. But there’s nowhere you can go. The nearest trees are well down the path, and every drop of the rain seems to change you a little more. If it comes down any faster, there is no way you will make it. But you have to try.
Yet the rain has you almost at a standstill. You know you need to move, but the refreshing liquid feels so good on your moistened skin. You desperately crave to have it cover you despite how much you detest the horrific transformation.
As you watch, the wet spots on your hand start to spread over your fingers, making them squelch as their tips weaken. You watch as your thumb dissolves into nothing, the bone, and joints fading into your skin. Your fingertips grow fatter as something starts to ooze from between the digits. Thin flaps of flesh soon encompass the space between your fingers all the way to the tips, even as the digits themselves grow weaker. Your palm is steadily losing its tactile ability, the flesh thinning and stretching into something new yet primitive. What the hell is happening to you?
The sensations of changing skin are spreading up your arm now, the red flesh giving way to more of that mottled green skin. Everywhere it touches you, your hairs fall out as the transforming flesh envelops your being. You try to wipe it away with your free hand, but the action causes it to change as well. Soon, your fingers lose their sense of touch, the digits weakening and shrinking as you stare helplessly on.
The sight of the four-fingered webbed digits is somehow familiar to you. They resemble something you’ve seen before, though, on a science class dissection tray and not on a human body. You try and piece together what is happening, but every scenario is more impossible than the last. Yet you cannot deny what you see before your eyes.
A quick glance around the park shows that others are pulling off their clothes, their skin changing, and their fingers developing into webbed digits much like your own. To your shock, their clothes seem larger on their bodies as their hair starts to fall out, as though exposed to sudden radiation. Bug eyes and fearful expressions mark the extent of their changes. They look like something out of a horror film!
The sight of your own hair falling out causes you to turn your attention to your own changes. Every lock tumbles out of your scalp before dissolving in the air around you. You reach up to touch your bare flesh on instinct, forgetting you can’t feel anything with your changed hand. The sensation disturbs you all the more, accelerating your panic. It’s happening to you so fast!
In desperation, you pull out your phone with the one hand that is still somewhat human, hoping that your dwindling digits can still work it. Your moist skin leaves slimy trails on the screen, but you manage to activate the camera function. Trembling, you hold it up to your face, knowing you need a clear view of your visage before trying to ascertain your fate.
The sight that greets you is terrifying. Your head is bald, your hair and beard dissolved away as patches of mottled green skin cover your visage. Your head is beginning to expand, growing larger as your neck thickens and your chin fattens. You try to keep your chin motionless, frozen in its present shape, but it continues to balloon outwards out of your control. Your face looks grotesque to your human sentiments. But you are powerless to stop the changes.
Your eyes are bulging now, growing out of their sockets. They are massive in comparison to the size of your face, but your growing grin is soon to change that. As you watch, your lips begin to widen as your tongue grows thick and fat within. Your gums ache as your teeth start to fall out, much like your hair. You spot them out, as one by one, they fall to the ground before the calcium dissolves away. Your lips fade into the skin of your face, leaving nothing but your widening grin to accent your mouth. Your face is disgusting!
You try and cry out, but only a distinctive croak leaves your lips. “Rrrrrrrriiiiitttt! I can’t… RRRRIIIBBBIT!” you croak, but soon you can’t elicit any human words. The sounds echoing in your fading ears from all around you tell a similar story. No one can even speak in human voices anymore!
An ache in your webbed hands makes you drop your phone, your digits no longer able to hold such a thing. But you no longer need a mirror to see what is happening to your visage. The same sight clearly adorns the people in the park who have been exposed to the tainted rain. Their faces are thick and fat, their mouths wide as more rain falls on their greenish skin.
Several people are running by you, trying to get to safety. Yet there is none to be had from the relentless rain as it begins to fall in torrents. One person almost looks like your ex-wife, but it’s impossible to tell from the changes to everyone’s visages who they once were.
Despite the grotesque features, a familiar visage is forming that reawakens your earlier inklings. A frightening notion crosses your mind. Are you all turning into frogs? There’s no way that’s possible. Yet, the evidence before your changing eyes is undeniable. The slimy skin, the ballooning faces, the widening grins. You all resemble giant frogs!
Your eyes are massive now, scanning the entire park with an increased range of vision. All over, you see everyone touched by the rain in a similar state of being. All horrified, falling over as they start to shrink.
“Help mee riiiibbbbiiittt!” you hear someone cry out in shock as their clothes fall off their body, leaving them entirely nude. Yet, no one can help them. You are all changing now, unable to help each other, much less yourselves.
A horrifying thought crosses your mind. Are the changes only infecting those of you in the park? Or is it everyone touched by the rain condemned to change? How many miles are being affected? Is it your entire city, or even further? Is the whole country condemned to be amphibians?
You no longer have the time to contemplate your situation. Your clothes start to feel loose, and you realize with a start that you are shrinking. You try and hold your pants up, but your fingers can barely move now, and you are forced to watch in horror as your clothes slough off your smaller frame.
Yet you need not worry about your nakedness. The blotchy skin has spread over your stomach and down your legs. The defined muscle and fat of your body dissolve away into something more simple. Your small sex is shrinking, retracting into your body as a small slit forms. Even in your terrified state, you recall that frogs don’t have an external penis. As if in response to those thoughts, you can feel your ass start to migrate, getting closer to forming the new simple plumbing of your new body. A cloaca, you recall the term suddenly.
Your skin feels so dry now, and even through the pouring rain, you desperately require more moisture. You can smell a lake nearby, and you remember passing it every day on your walks. You don’t question your enhanced sense of smell as you gaze in the direction, thankful for its proximity.
You are compelled to move towards it, but your legs don’t move as well as they should. The muscles in your hips are building, swelling against elastic skin as your form steadily changes. You can feel your hips reconfigure with an audible snap as your ass recedes, and your stomach bulges a little as you fall into a crouch. The changes are happening so fast!
You try desperately to think of what to do. You don’t want to be a frog! Living in a pond, worried about being eaten by a myriad of predators, eating bugs yourself, and having to swim to breathe. What kind of life is that? Yet, there is no way to halt the horrific process as you continue to change against your will.
The ground seems to be getting closer to you as you continue to shrink. Pounds of mass are dissolving off your frame as your organs reconfigure into simpler shapes. You no longer have a four-chambered heart or a complex digestive system. You gasp as your lungs start to shrink, and you realize you have difficulty breathing. But then you relax, something else assisting with respiratory function. Your moist, damp skin seems to take in sufficient air for your shrinking body.
You can feel your ears dissolving away, leaving only a tympanic member that greatly reduces your hearing. Your eyes grow dry, and you blink with an unexpected muscle. A moist membrane runs over them and clouds your vision, though it does allow your eyes to dampen once more. You can almost move them independently, which disturbs you. They are so massive on your changing face along with your shrinking nostrils and jaw, erasing the uniqueness of your human features.
Your lips are gone, and you can feel new spikes poking out of your gums, nothing like your human teeth. You doubt you can chew with them from how weak your jaw feels. They must only be useful for gripping things now, holding insects in place as you prepare to digest. The thought of such a different diet than the human you is used to is revolting!
Yet perhaps the most disturbing part of the change is your tongue. You can feel how powerful the slimy muscle is as it grows twice the length of your shrinking body. The organ feels spring-loaded, as though your powerful appendage could fire out of your jaw with little provocation. A sticky tongue to catch insects and other prey into your small stomach to be eaten whole.
You want to puke from the realization, but you are no longer able. You want to cry, but your bulging eyes are unable to shed a tear. You are only able to wriggle and shrink and change as your body races towards an amphibious form.
Your feet start to splay as the large toes grow long and thin, twice the length of the other digits. All 10 of your toes lengthen as your hips crunch into your stomach. You feel a now-familiar crawling between your toes that you know is a thin layer of webbing forming. Your heels lengthen, making your crouched stance more comfortable.
Despite the smaller stature of your legs, you can feel their muscle bulging. Experimentally, you extend them, and you suddenly leap into the air, landing harmlessly near the lake. Did you just hop? You freeze every muscle you can, scared to lose control of your movements in an unfamiliar body.
You are so small now, you figure the changes are nearly finished. Your expansive eyes can see the mountain of your clothes close by, almost the size of buildings to your new perspective. The trees and shrubs of the park are the size of skyscrapers. The chirping of birds elicits feelings of terror to your changed form. You are so small and helpless like this, a victim to any predators that might want you. Your only solace is that so many other people are changing that predators might go for them instead of you!
Just then, you feel a strange gurgling in your groin, making you sick to your stomach. Your ass has finished merging with your cock already, and the sensation is emanating from the new pore. It’s as though you need to take the dump of your life. Yet the craving seems almost… sensual?
You push out with your guts, and a squelching sound enters your auditory canals. You start pushing more, and something fluid and gooey starts leaking out of your backside. You push and push, waves of ecstasy flowing from your groin. No matter how much you clench, there seems to be more. You can’t stop!
Your wide eyes get a view of your backside as what looks like a pile of gelatinous ooze leaves your sex, piling behind you as you push out more. You can’t believe the pleasure it gives you, but something feels a little off. As good as it feels, you are… doing it in the wrong place? Should you be in private for such a function? No, that’s not it. This place is too open, too… dry.
The orange mass being excreted from you seems to be filled with hundreds of tiny orbs. Minute dark spots lie within each of them, and the image looks strangely familiar. Your entire body runs cold as you start to realize what it is you are doing. The gelatinous pile seems to be eggs! You are laying eggs! Like a…
All of a sudden, you feel something on your backside, and you want desperately to jump away. You don’t want to be eaten! Yet, the changing instincts in your mind experience no panic. Your mind starts to calm as you can see in your wide vision that it is another frog, just like you.
The other frog is larger than you, holding you down as it forces itself on your back. What is he doing? You were ignored by the other frogs until you paused to lay a clutch of eggs. So then why…?
A passing part of your mind realizes that a park of new frogs wouldn’t need as many males. The truth hits you like a ton of bricks. You have not only lost your humanity but your masculinity as well!
You are powerless to move away as the male on your back humps away, spurring your sex to release more eggs. There is no penetration, which you see as a small blessing. The male humping your backside stimulates you in a way you find impossible to comprehend. You push against him, instinctively needing the male to blow his seed all over the eggs you are still slowly pushing out. Yet you have far more to go if the gurgling in your guts is any indication.
All at once, your sex spasms, and you push out a pile of jelly far more massive than the one you have previously expelled. As you do, you feel waves of pleasure wrack your body, a deep-seated knowledge that you have done your part and reproduced. Even if the eggs aren’t directly in water, the rain might wash them to safety. You know that you don’t need many of them to survive to repopulate your species.
A shiver runs through you as the male on top of you twitches, and he ejects his sticky spunk over your newly laid clutch. Now done, the male hops away, evidently more comfortable with his new form than you are. You find yourself wondering who that person was before they changed. It could even be your former wife if what you saw was true, and she was indeed in the park among the changing former humans.
You, too, try and hop away, wanting to get away from the disgusting clutch of eggs you just laid. As you do, a buzzing catches your ears, and all of a sudden, your tongue explodes out of your mouth, and it connects with something hard and firm that tries to escape your clutch. Before you can stop yourself, the thing is in your mouth, and you are chewing the squirming creature as it is forced down your gullet, still alive. The taste of the bug is disgusting. But your changed mind is greatly satisfied with feeding, and your eyes reflectively look around as though seeking more.
Yet the needs in your crotch return ten-fold, and part of you realizes that you are not done breeding. Another male approaches you quickly, humping you, and stimulating his own sex to unload on your eggs. You want to pull away, but it feels too good to mate, to have your backside teased by a needy male. Your crotch squishes and squirms as another massive pile of orange eggs are expelled from your cloaca, and soon the male’s seed is spread over them.
Soon after, you are both compelled to leap into the lake. The cool water on your flesh instantly rejuvenates you in the way you have been hoping it would. Nothing else matters. Not your lost body, your future, or any of the other people in the park or beyond. Nothing that you have ever felt is more fulfilling than laying eggs, being mated, and entering the water.
If this is what it is like to be a frog, then you are happy to surrender your senses, your human worries, and cares for the future. The pain of your divorce, your job, and all your trivial cares are nothing to a frog, after all. The last remnants of your humanity remain on the sidewalk with your clothing and possessions as you embrace your new life as an amphibian.