It was spring break, that special time of year when college students head off on a break from school, and get wrecked by massive amounts of alcohol. This wasn’t what Tad had in mind though. He was a hard working 20 year old, human male college student in his 3rd year and all he wanted to do was relax and get a clear head after finals. He had planned a week-long trip down to Louisiana to visit some distant family members. He boarded his plane from Massachusetts and flew down to New Orleans. Once he landed he met up with one of his cousins.


        They spent some time exchanging pleasantries before heading out to the car and driving off. It was a long drive back to the house so along the way they talked about the good times and what he had planned for during the next two weeks. They soon arrived at her house and settled inside. They spent the next few days just relaxing and recovering from school. Then on Wednesday, Tad got ready to head out into the swamp. He slipped on his overalls and boots and grabbed his backpack. He made sure that he had the notebooks and the supplies he needed to do the research for his thesis. Once he made sure everything was there, he headed out into the swamp. 


        Tad walked deep into the swamp, taking pictures and notes about the various plants and animals. He also spent time just enjoying the open air and scenery. After a few hours, he came across a small densely wooded area. Thinking it might be a good place to find interesting specimens, he began to make his way inside. It was tough going at first as the vegetation was very thick, but he made it through. As he got deeper he began to hear the sound of frogs croaking loudly. He then thought to himself that it was that time of year, spawning season. This was perfect, he could get great data. He continued picking his way through until he broke through to a clearing. He laughed playfully wondering if he would see some special frog here. He had always liked frogs, and sometimes used to imagine a giant frog boyfriend. He blushed as he remembered a fantasy of his frog boyfriend's big slimy tongue caressing his cheek. But he shook his head to clear the thought and continued onward.


        With one last push, he made it out to the clearing, but tripped and fell at the same time, landing into the mud below. He coughed and sputtered as he wiped the mud away from his face. He then looked up to see a large tree stump with an even larger frog sitting on top of it. They looked vaguely humanoid in nature, with a rotund figure with slightly feminine features. Around them sat several smaller frogs and toads, all croaking randomly and catching flies. The big frog looked down at Tad and got a smile on their face.


        “Well well well, look at the tasty treat that just landed in front of me,” They said. As they spoke Tad figured out that they were male. He looked up at the frog and blushed.


        “What in the world? What are you,” Tad said in surprise. 


        “Why I’m a frog you silly billy,” He said giggling and batting his eyes at him. “It’s not often I get your type around here.”


        “My type,” Tad said, pointing to himself. 


        “Humans silly,” He said giggling. “Humans rarely if ever come around here. But it’s always a fun time when they do.” 


        “Oh, well I'm sure it is. But I have to ask, how are you here,” Tad asked.


        “Does it really matter? We could spend all day talking or we could just have some fun,” He said, winking at Tad. Tad blushed as he heard the frogs words and took in their meaning. He blushed a bit more and started to stand up. He then backed up a few steps to try and leave. 


        “Look I’m flattered, but it’s really not appropriate for that sort of thing to happen between humans and animals,” Tad said, holding his hands up in denial. 


        “What? What do you…OH! Oh you silly billy I didn’t mean any of that. It may be spawning season, but we only pair with our own. However, we do need lots of FOOD to make all that spawning possible,” He said winking at him. 


        “Wait? Food? What do you mean? I’m not some kind of insect,” Tad said blushing. 


        “Well not yet Silly, but you will be soon enough,” He said, smiling evilly. Tad then watched as the frog’s began to quickly expand as a loud deep croak filled the air. He then looked right at Tad and  opened his mouth wide, letting out a massive burp of green gas onto the poor human. Tad gasped and coughed trying to clear the air as he was covered in it. It was thick and dense, letting it stay around him for several minutes while it did its job. The gas began to dissolve the clothes he was wearing, eating away at them fiber by fiber. It even ate away at his rubber boots. Soon he was left naked as the day he was born. Once the air had cleared and He has stopped coughing, Tad looked at himself in shock. 


        “What the hell?! How did you do that,” He asked the Frog as he moved around and looked at himself, trying to see if anything remained. The frog giggled again and covered his mouth coyly. 


        “Oh dear, excuse me. I can be a little gassy at times. Though that’ll be something you have to get used to soon enough,” He said winking at Tad. He then began to croak again, this time his throat expanding three to 4 times larger than it had before. As he did the frogs around him also began to croak, joining the song in some kind of weird nature choir. Tad was confused as to what was going on , but he knew that he didn’t like it and had to get away, fast. He turned to leave, but had stood in place for too long, letting his feet sink down into the mud below. He grunted and struggled to get loose, wet slurps filling the air as he tried to lift up his foot. The mud fought back and held him there, refusing to give more than an inch. 


        All the while, the frog smiled, continuing to hold his single note while his throat grew larger and larger. Then, all at once, he opened his mouth and let out a huge cloud of gas over Tad. It was even thicker and denser than that last one, completely obscuring his whole body as it covered him. He coughed and gagged at the smell of it. The first cloud was bad, but this one was even worse. He coughed again and again, trying to get fresh air, but only succeeding in drawing more of the gas into his body. 


        As he stood there in the gas, he felt his body begin to tingle. His skin itched as the gas swirled around him and flowed over it slowly. He panicked and began to wave his arms wildly, trying to clear the air, but it did no good. Soon his body began to feel even weirder. His back felt strange like it was slowly elongating. He coughed again and looked back, by now the gas had cleared just enough to let him see. What he saw made him panic even more. There was a pink tail-like mass growing out from his ass as the rest of the flesh was slowly merging together. He yelled out in fear as he reached back to touch it. As he did he saw his hands were also changing, merging together into a single stump-like appendage. He screamed again and waved it in the air, thinking it was some kind of trick or hallucination. But no matter what he did, it stayed. He soon began to lose feeling in his hands and feet as they slowly drew backward into themselves. 


        Tad panicked even more as he felt his body change around him, he knew he had to get out, but he was still stuck in the mud, and it was getting even harder to move. He felt as his neck began to thicken and lengthen, helping to make his body a more rounded shape. Tad noticed even under the gas, his body was taking on a more pinkish hue. Before long he fell down on to the mud with a wet splat as his legs had lost all there definition. He grunted in pain and looked back at himself, watching as his arms and legs completely receded into his body. He was looking more like a snake or a worm now. He then thought to himself, ‘Wait, worm, food, he’s turning me into a worm to eat!’ He grunted again and tried to move, wiggling his body in a desperate plea to get away, his mind racing in fear. 


        The changes continued happening as the frog let out the last of his gas, the smaller frogs still croaking out their songs. Tad moved his body back and forth, his movements now matching that of a worm as his bones liquified into pure flesh. His body slowly became more segmented with his head beginning to shift and change, becoming soft and pointed. He then began to lose his hair as it fell out all around him. He groaned and let out his last cry for help as he lost his vocal cords to the gas. Before long, he looked like a huge fat worm with human-like eyes, wriggling in the mud. He then felt his body begin to shift again, losing mass as it began to shrink down. He went from an adult Boa Constricker, to an adult Ball Python, to a small garden Snake size. By the time Tad had finished shrinking the gas had cleared and he was left to look over himself. Tad Couldn’t believe it! He was now a large earthworm like creature, unable to speak, only able to wriggle around. 


        “Mmmm, some of my best work if I do say so myself,” The frog said giggling. He smiled down at Tad and giggled again, watching him wriggle around. Tad was panicking even more now as he knew what was coming next for him. He struggled around in the mud, desperate to escape, but being in a form totally alien to him, he wasn’t making much headway. He moved up and down, left and right, but he was only successful in getting more mud on his slender pink body. The frog giggled as he watched, soon starting to laugh as he enjoyed watching his prey struggle. He would take pleasure in toying with him, shooting his tongue out to catch him, but always missing by just enough. Tad panicked even more. He had never been this scared in his whole life. He didn’t even know what he would do, he just knew he had to get away. This teasing and playing continued for several minutes until Tad was almost at the edge of the clearing. 


        “Alright, enough teasing, time for the main attraction,” The frog said with a smile. He then shot his tongue out, hitting Tad with pinpoint accuracy and grabbing hold of him with his sticky tongue. Tad wanted to scream out for help, but couldn’t. In a second, the frog pulled the poor worm back to his mouth. But he didn’t suck him in. Instead, he pulled him off his tongue by his tail and held him there, letting the worm dangle and wriggle around in desperation. 


        “I do so love to watch my meals struggle. Makes it so much better. It’s like a dinner AND a show,” he said, letting out a boisterous laugh. He then moved Tad around in the air, back and forth as he watched him flex and pull himself around. He then smiled and let out a big burp, this time just a cloud of smelly gas, letting Tad know what was coming. He then held his mouth open wide and held Tad over his open mouth. Tad was forced to look down at his eventual fate, the frog's thick tongue hanging out of his mouth, covered in a thick clear slime of some kind. He could even see all the way to the back of his through, watching as it opened and closed, eager awaiting the coming meal. He wiggled around wildly, trying in vain to escape, but failed to even move an inch in the frog's thick fingers. They then winked up at the worm and let him fall from his fingers. 


        Time seemed to slow for Tad as he fell, the frog's mouth getting closer with each passing beat of his heart. Before long the frog snapped his lips shut around the worm's body and began to slurp him up like a piece of spaghetti. Tad mentally groaned as he felt his body get pressed under the suction. Within a second, his whole body was inside the frog's mouth. He couldn't believe how hot and wet it was there. His body was getting covered in the slime that filled the frog's mouth. He didn’t have long to think about that as the Frog’s tongue  began to push him to the back of his mouth and into his throat. Tad panicked as he watched those muscles open wide and begin to grab at his head. Again and again they pulled him deeper and deeper down the frog's throat. It was like a full body massage, but the grosets in the world. He whined in his head as the light dimmed around him. It was at this point, Tad gave up and accepted his fate. He was frog chow now, nothing more. After a few seconds, he slid his way into the frog's stomach, landing with a wet splat. It smelled even worse there than his breath did. He whined in fear as He slowly made his way over to the wall of the frog's stomach. 


        “AH! Slimy yet satisfying. Maybe a little earthy though,” The frog said with a giggle as he patted his belly. He then laid back on his stump, sucking his fingers clean and relaxing as the poor worm was left to his fate. Tad lasted for a good long while in there, keeping himself up above the acid and having to deal with all the other slime and grossness that the frog had to offer. Eventually though he would have to succumb to his fate, as all food must. He should have been more careful in the bayou. You never know what you may find down there.