Brad groaned and it sounded like a frog croaking. He groaned again this time with his hand on his throat. He felt it swell outward like a balloon, and then literally leapt down the hall to look at himself in the full-length mirror. The sound of a frog croaking a reply or perhaps a challenge to Brad's own ribbitting caused Brad to freeze in mid leap. He landed in a crouch with his frog feet splayed and his frog hands firmly planted on the floor. He rotated his eye toward the open window, and then pivoted and leapt up on to the windowsill. His face pushed the screen out of the window and on to the grass below. His widening nose sniffed the water from the nearby pond. He inhaled deeply.
The pond was calling to him. His skin felt dry and itchy. He needed to get his skin wet. He clawed at his remaining clothing and then leapt naked and green out of the window. In two large leaps he was over the back fence and entering the community woods. He figured each leap was probably 30 feet now, and it was a good 20 leaps to reach the pond. With each leap, the scent of rich algae filled water grew stronger. As he leapt, Brad continued to change. His neck widened until his torso and head were almost one. His skin was now heavily textured, and his coloring intensified. His belly was a sickening greenish white, while his backside and upper half of his face were dark green.
He took a deep breath, and bellowed out a deep croak. It echoed across the pond.
Another giant frog appeared on a nearby boulder, and then a third giant frog leapt into view. They each croaked.
Brad did a double take, he could understand the frog language.
"So you pissed off that witch too? I am Dirk Bannerman," said the nearest giant croaker.
"Kris Decker," said the next nearest frog.
Brad swallowed, "Witch?" he croaked.
"You mean you always have been a giant frog?"