"Murky Fate" - Frog Transformation Story (Patreon)

Man into Male Frog Transformation Story | Unwilling | NSFW | 3rd PoV

Greg regretted wondering into the wilderness alone. He hoped for an adventure, but instead he soaked his socks with swamp water. Not to mention that his new shoes were practically ruined by thousands scratches from the local roots. What Greg hated the most was the feeling that he was lost with no signal on his phone.

The swamp was visible on the map, but it was nothing like it in reality. It was much bigger than it seemed and full of obstacles. Therefore it was a huge shock for Greg as his tired eyes noticed a light in the distance. It took him a while to reach it and to make sure what the source of it was. The man cursed under his breath as he realised that the light came from a wooden hut that looked as if was built at least three centuries ago.

Without thinking of it twice Greg shouted for help a few times. He had to constantly move while waiting for answer. Luckily his feet found some solid ground at last, ground that literally didn’t suck his weight in. Greg was dumbfounded since the light of many candles was visible through the window, but the man didn’t spot any living creature inside.

Suddenly Greg felt a cold touch on the back of his neck. The man froze in shock. He thought he’d faint as he heard some bizarre voice behind him chanting in an unknown language. Greg turned to face the feminine voice and found out that it came from an elderly woman that looked pretty much like a pagan soothsayer.

Greg had an urge to punch this woman and run away, but at the second thought he decided to refrain from that. He was the one next to her house it seemed. The woman continued to say something, but Greg didn’t try to understand her and just started shambling away from her. The woman sighed and effortlessly approached Greg thanks to her swamp-adapted footwear.

“No, stay away from me! I just want to survive this plac-“ – Greg tried to state clearly, but he got interrupted by the woman touching his forehead abruptly. Greg almost instantly started feeling nauseous, his guts started churning inside of his abdomen. “Ugh… W-What did you do to me witch?! F-Fuck…!” – Greg moaned out and clutched his head. His head was spinning and to the man’s utter shock his tongue began throbbing and slipping past his lips, gradually becoming visible in his field of view.

“N-Agh! Mhy thounguh-gah!” – Greg exclaimed in terror at the first symptoms of his transformation into something more fit for the environment. Greg started thrashing frantically as his skin started throbbing and becoming moister and stickier. Unbeknown to the man even the colouration of his flesh changed hues until it became mixed green an black.

After some effort Greg managed to retreat his tongue into his mouth. “What’s happening to me?! I’m turning into some freaking mutant…!” – Greg commented on his changes as he looked down at his hands. His fingers were thinning down and elongating freakishly. Judging by the feelings in his socks his feet must have altered similarly by then.

The swamp witch patted Greg on the head, just to casually retreat back into her hut. “W-What are you doing?! You can’t leave me like this! Please, stop th-agh!” – Greg tried to plead, but he was caught off guard by awful pain in his back which forced him to bend over forward considerably. His back was growing a hump which would soon limit him to only move on all fours.

The witch ignored Greg and disappeared from sight, only to soon appear in the window. She looked more than eerie as she calmly watched Greg’s grotesque transformation progress. Greg yelped in pain multiple times as his entire body started spasming and contorting. With each shudder of his muscles his entire silhouette began shrinking and malforming into a more amphibian shape.

Greg made a step forward, only to realise that his boot along with the sock stayed in the mud. His feet were too small to keep his footwear on and the rest of his body diminished rapidly as well. Greg stumbled a bit and managed to rest his weight on the stump in front of him with the help of his strange hands. It was difficult not to notice as his digits started growing membrane between them that would help him swim.

The changing man was disgusted with his body. His strange, mainly smooth, yet moist skin felt bizarre as it barely kept his shirt on. With the last flexibility of his arms Greg managed to throw his shirt off. He gasped as he realised that he didn’t have nipples anymore, they just finished dissolving on his light green chest. His bellybutton disappeared soon after making Greg ponder whether he was even a mammal at this point.

As if to give him more clues Greg’s trousers started falling down to his knees along with his underwear. Greg’s eyes widened as he realised that his penis was shortening and shrinking. His testicles were strangely taut in their sack and it seemed like they were gradually pulled deeper into his body. The skin of his groin was becoming smoother just like the rest of his body.

Greg’s clothes sank into the swamp as the man continued to shrink more. The stump in front of him was almost his size by now and the man continued to shrink. If the witch would be anywhere near him, she would be towering above him. All those realisations left Greg speechless. He started to piece the puzzles together in his head – He was becoming a part of the swamp’s natural fauna, a simple frog.

“N-Nhhcrooooooak! Oh- G-Ghrooooaghd…!” – The man yelled in dread, only to feel the sides of his face swell with air and make his words distorted and very frog-like. Greg started hyperventilating as his pupils started widening slightly, while retaining their round shapes. Greg started hyperventilating and freaking out as he felt his scalp itch, then his brows, his chin and other regions of his body as his human hair started falling out in many clumps. After all amphibians didn’t require any body hair.

Greg touched his head with one hand only to realise something horrifying. His ears felt like clay as they were gradually losing their shape and started sinking into his flesh leaving only smooth skin. At the same time Greg noticed that his fingernails have reduced to pathetic sizes, he wasn’t even sure if those were fingernails anymore – Merely dots on the tips of his long fingers.

The shifting man grunted silently, ashamed of his form, ashamed of even the sounds it produced. His jaws were starting to deform, they were gradually pushing out and forming an amphibian snout on his face. The bigger the snout grew the stranger his teeth felt as they started reforming into tiny ridge-like shapes. With an awful crunch Greg’s snout pushed to its final size and in the process absorbed the man’s nose. The flesh and cartilage sank into the freshly formed snout, leaving only slitted nostrils in the process.

Greg shook his head, everything was happening too fast. He didn’t have time to act – What does a man even do in a situation like this? All he was able to do in his place was continue freaking out as his visage became more of a frog than a man. Especially as Greg still felt how his body pulsated as it shrank further. By now he was certainly the size of a mole if not smaller, he had to constantly reposition his stance thanks to it.

If not for the heat mounting up in his groin, he would’ve forgotten about it. Greg looked down slowly and realised that the tip of his cock was currently dragged into a forming genital slit between his increasingly muscular legs. Greg felt his butthole start to throb with the same transformative energy as his developing genital slit.

By now his male organs were fully internal, but that didn’t stop the two orifices from slowly drawing nearer each other. As the two met they began fusing together into one tight hole which would be a solution to most of his needs. Greg closed his eyes in hopes of unseeing that, but frankly at the same time he felt his eyeballs begin inflating and growing bigger and beadier.

Greg hissed in silent pain as his skull started compressing and flattening a lot. His eyes were the only bumps on his upper head as his head finished reforming into that of a common water frog. Greg didn’t even realise when the flesh of his head gained proper markings of a green water frog, which were signified by the dark horizontal lines on its sides.

As was expected there were more incoming changes. Greg tried to make any significant sound, but his scrawny amphibian body was so alien to him that he continued to stay silent. Even as his very own skeleton began remoulding considerably. Greg huffed and puffed as his ribcage started narrowing out.

At the same time his arms were forced to position on the sides of his body in a splayed out fashion. His legs followed soon after as they reconfigure into a frog-like alignment. Greg’s legs gained more necessary muscles to allow him to jump and propel himself in the water in a more efficient manner. Greg could’ve sworn that his spine shortened and forced his torso to become rounder in shape, especially while lying flat on the mud like in this situation.

Slowly the remaining changes finalised working on Greg’s body. There was nothing remotely human about his body at this point as it finished shrinking to its final size. Greg croaked timidly a few times as he grew more accustomed to his new body. He didn’t fully believe himself that his changes were finally over.

The witch said something to herself in the same incomprehensible language and disappeared in her small home. Greg was hopeless, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to talk to anyone in his current state. Only the witch was able to turn him back if she’d ever want that. There was at least one thing that Greg was certain of – He was now ready to survive the swampy conditions on his own…