As the lucious fruit flooded Jonathan's senses. Sweetness, tartness, leathery texture of the skin, and crisp juicy flesh embraced Jonathan's mouth and nose, but as he swallowed the smells seemed to shift. His senses changed. A sudden thirst and hunger filled him, he craved water and food.
He licked his lips, and dropped the apple. It no longer provided nourishment. He sluffed off the sheet, and began to crouch and look around the room. A cockroach scuttled across the floor, and Jonathan's sense sharpened. He could hear each tiny footfall, his eyes surveyed his prey. He leapt, and extended his tongue. The cockroach was wrapped in the rough sticky tongue as the giant frog that had been Jonathan swallowed it after one crunch to crush it against the roof of his mouth.
Jonathan stared down in horror at the webbed foreclaws extending from his shirt sleeves. His clothing was soaked. It was wicking the life giving water out of his body. Jonathan shredded his clothing to reveal that he was 100 percent frog from the tip of his nares to the his hind webbed feet. He struggled to see his body, and then remembered the mirror.
His neck swelled up, and he opened his mouth to call for help. All that came out was a loud croak. In horror, Jonathan leapt out of the room, and in two leaps was back at the mirror.
Jonathan stared in horror at his froggy reflection. He noticed the mirror clouding over, and assumed it was from the moisture evaporating from his amphibious hide.
The image spoke and Jonathan leapt backwards painfully colliding with the paneled wall opposite the mirror.
"A Frog Is Now Your Mortal Due,
But Human Form You Can Renew,
Find True Love's Kiss To Conquer All,
Restore Your Manhood So It Stands Tall," intoned the image in the mirror.
"Ribbit?" Jonathan asked.
The sound of footsteps running toward the sound of Jonathan's initial cry in the main room echoed through the house.
"My god, what happened here? Jonathan!" screamed Ryan.
Sei tried to calm him, "Jonathan's probably playing a joke on us to scare us."
"Well, what sort of joke involves him tearing up his clothes and running around the house naked?" Ryan retorted, "I knew we shouldn't have brought him."
"Maybe he tore up his shirt to scare us," Sei argued not wanting to give up his original theory.
"Well, he if he tore up his shirt, he tore up his jeans and underwear and socks and shoes too!" Mike said holding up the sole of Jonathan's sneaker in one hand, and shredded white briefs in the other.
"Calm down, man. We'll find Jonathan, and we'll find out what happened."
"Want an apple?" Erick asked tossing an apple in hand.
"Where did those come from?" Ryan asked.
The apples were soon dispersed, and Erick raised his apple in toast.
"To Jonathan!" Erick said then he took a bite of apple.
The sound of teeth gnashing on apples caused the witch to rub her hands with glee.