Tony Esperanza was the opposite of an ideal student. He didn't pay attention in class, he was barely passing his tests, he didn't respect Professor Gabrielle... No, his very existence was bringing down the rest of the university's French 301 as a whole, a fact which he took no small amount of personal pride in.
Indeed, the only good thing about Tony was that he didn't do any drugs—alcohol excluded. And even then he only drank at night, which was the source of his confusion in finding a woman in the frog pond on a hot spring day, a day that would forever change his life.
“Um.” Tony muttered eloquently, rubbing his eyes at the apparition before him. Sure enough, there was a gorgeous naked woman standing in front of him, with a huge pair of breasts that would make any other girl jealous.
“I'm sorry, is something wrong?” She asked flirtatiously.
Tony blinked and wiped his eyes some more, unable to believe what he'd seen. One second, the water had been still; the next a gorgeous brunette had surfaced from its murky depths. Hell, there was even a lily pad in her hair!
The woman was wearing a gorgeous turquoise one-piece swimsuit that struggled to restrain her massive breasts; and had a curvy figure which water stubbornly clung to, unwilling to let go. And who could blame the droplets, when they could hang onto such a lush figure? Hell, Tony was even a little jealous of the lily pad in her hair!
She must have seen him staring, because she glanced up and wiped the pad off with a small smile. “Oh. Whoops.” She laughed, flicking her gaze back to the student in front of her. “There. Anything else amiss?”
“Amiss? Amiss?” He repeated himself incredulously. “Something is pretty damned amiss here! You shouldn't be in the frog pond, it's... It's dirty!” Other words failed him and he stared at the woman with his jaw agape.
“Why's that? Worried I'll croak?” She laughed at her own joke, taking a step from the pond to look at the young man with a small smile on her face.
“I don't get it.” He muttered, his brow furrowing. What was going on? Was he on some sort of camera show? Who was this crazy woman?
To his surprise, she sighed; casting some of her damp locks over her right shoulder. “I'll be damned, Gabrielle was right.” She said, talking to herself as if Tony wasn't even there.
“Gabrielle? You know my French teacher?” He blinked, his confused mind starting to put the pieces together.
“Oh. Shit.” The pond lady replied, her face falling. "I wasn't supposed to tell you about her..." A small gasp escaped her lips as her bosom started to swell, engorging more and more by the second.
Tony stared with wide eyes, watching as her heaving breasts tore through her swimsuit and brought a loud, husky moan to her lips. She looked up to meet his eyes and he blushed back, wondering what to say.
The strange woman apparently couldn't think of anything to say either, instead opting to pull in close to Tony and kiss him hard on the lips.
“Wh-whoa.” Tony staggered back, an odd tingling running all along his body. His heart started to hammer in his chest, and he looked at her with a smile, going in for another kiss.
The pond-lady eagerly obliged, letting Tony ignore just how strange his body was beginning to feel. Then she leaned backwards, sending them both falling back into the pond behind her.
*** Two Hours Earlier***
“No.” Theresa turned to the woman in her office with a stern glare. “No, I won't go changing around some kid in your class because you think he's a bad seed.”
The French woman across from her whined, leaning back in her chair. “Oh, come on. It's for a good cause, you know. I swear, he's bringing down the lot of them, and all you have to do is kiss him!” Gabrielle looked up to her personal lawyer with a perfect pout.
“So just because I fucked a bunch of guys to try and save my ass, you think that I'll just whore myself out for you?” Theresa glared at the woman.
“Survey says 'Yes'.” Gabrielle said confidently, a smirk on her face.
Theresa continued, ignoring the woman's glib remark. “Besides that, I have a full schedule today, and I can't just reschedule things because you want me to! Hell, I had a hard enough time finding a new intern!”
Gabrielle sighed in her chair, her lighthearted gaze hardening. “I suppose it's my fault for asking you to do this politely... You don't really have a choice in the matter.”
“What are you talking ab—oh!” Theresa exclaimed, her knees knocking together as a pleasurable sensation coursed its way along her body. She wobbled back to her office chair and fell within its plush confines, groaning happily as the sensation moved to her breasts.
“I'm talking about the fact that I own you, you silly little girl. Your body is mine to please as I see fit...” Gabrielle stood, walking behind the lawyer to trail her fingers along the woman's cheeks. “And it's also mine to discipline.”
“What's... Are... Ohh!” Theresa moaned louder, her eyes squeezed shut as her bra started to tighten around her. She'd felt something like this before, back when she'd first been cursed. It was the telltale strain of breast growth, of expansion beyond what was naturally possible.
Her bosom began to swell, her breasts slowly engorging with weight and fat. She could feel their weight increasing on her chest, making her lean further back before they began to weigh her down. The woman groaned, helpless at the hands of her tormentor.
She grew from her usual C cup to a heavy D, then beyond that to even an E—and there was no end in sight. Theresa looked up to Gabrielle in shock, another husky gasp escaping her throat.
“What are you doing to me?” She groaned, feeling her heavy globes swaying beneath her as she spoke.
Of course, both of them knew exactly what Gabrielle was doing. They'd agreed that Theresa could keep her normal breasts at the office, but the second she went home... Well, she was sure to change into a loose T-shirt before heading back home.
“Hm?” Gabrielle smiled, hefting each of Theresa's breasts in her hands. Clearly she was making Theresa's breasts revert to a massive G-cup a little earlier than they'd agreed on; a reminder of the power she held over the woman.
The lawyer had to grip her chair, biting her lip at the pleasure of the unexpected fondling. Her breasts had become incredibly sensitive, making Gabrielle's touch into the most pleasurable thing she'd ever felt.
And yet there was also a dull pain from her bra, its fabric constraining her huge melons and keeping them from breathing. Theresa's legs kicked at her floor, her eyes squeezed shut as the fabric dug into her large breasts all the more.
“Oh, you're just a naughty little layer; disobeying your owner.” Gabrielle purred, clearly getting off on this.
Theresa moaned and writhed in ecstasy, gasping as her breasts swelled more, her bra finally beginning to creak. The little plastic clasp on her back snapped loudly, and Theresa moaned, some of the pressure alleviating but not nearly enough. It must have only broken half off!
Theresa groaned loudly, her back arching as she exhaled, trying to stretch the fabric further; to break what little must remain of the clasp. A loud crack heralded her success, and Theresa yelped in surprise as the top button of her shirt flew off as well, letting her massive girls bounce free.
“You know...” Theresa moaned, panting for breath and smiling as the pain around her breasts ebbed away to a distant memory. “My tailor will probably get suspicious if you keep doing this.” She looked back to Gabrielle with a sour frown.
The French woman smiled down at her victim, petting her shoulders. “Oh, you poor thing... You know, I could teach you to sew, if you need.”
As she pet Theresa's shoulders, the woman's body continued to change, and she groaned again with the sensation of change. “Sp-speaking of that!” Theresa gasped, trying to think of something other than the insane pleasure that was coursing through her body.
“Hm?” Gabrielle asked, pinching Theresa's growing nipples and making her squeal and squirm in pleasure.
“What kind of a teacher are you?” Theresa moaned incredulously. She hoped that the woman didn't treat her students like this! Her chest was so heavy; so full! She felt an ache of pleasure and groaned mentally, her whole world full of ecstasy.
“Hm? I teach magical studies under the veneer of a French class. And this student of mine is keeping me from getting into the juicy mystical arts. He transferred into my class late in the year, and... Well... Won't you deal with him for me?”
Theresa gasped; her breasts full to bursting, their hefty weight even larger. Finally, they grew out to the 32G cups that Theresa and Gabrielle had agreed on.
“Nnh!” Theresa shook her head, glaring up at Gabrielle through her messy hair. “What did we say about expansion at the workplace?”
“Hm?” Gabrielle smiled at her mischievously, her fingers trailing along her lips. “Sorry, I don't seem to remember making any deals with people who would disobey my commands.”
“F-fine!” Theresa groaned, a wave of arousal sweeping across her body as she cupped her heavy breasts in each hand. They were so big now; she couldn't help but get a little turned on from their massive size.
“Oh? Only 'fine'?” Gabrielle cooed, playing her thumbs along Theresa's overly sensitive nipples. “I think that these need a little more... Heft.”
“N-no! Not my breasts, not any more! Not fine; fantastic, wonderful, amazing! Please, just leave my girls alone!” Theresa's pleas were interspersed with moans, her voice tinged with lust and desire alike.
She privately wanted the insane pleasure of having bigger breasts, but there was no way in hell she'd admit it. If she gave voice to her thoughts, then Gabrielle would have her walking around with her G-cup breasts for the entire day; not just after work!
Theresa moaned louder, her back arching only briefly before the weight of her breasts deprived of her expressing herself in such a manner. She settled for falling from her chair to the padded floor, thanking herself for adding in the extra carpet in case Gabrielle stopped by for an office visit like today.
“Mnn... Well, now you're starting to convince me, but...” Gabrielle cooed, kneading Theresa's breasts with her hands, causing them to ripple and swell even more.
Theresa trembled more, a loud gasp escaping her throat. She shivered and quaked with lusty desire, tingles of instant pleasure quaking across her back. The lawyer hated how lewd the sounds escaping her mouth were, but she couldn't deny what she was feeling.
Of course Gabrielle would notice, kneading the other woman's breasts to be even larger and larger, causing them to inflate and strain more at her shirt's fabric.
“S-stop!” Theresa whined, the pleasure beginning to turn to pressure as her breasts grew to what could best be called 'titanic tits'. She felt them jiggling with her every shuddering breath, weighing down her lust-addled body.
“I didn't hear the magic word...” Gabrielle chuckled.
“G-gnnn! Go fuck yourself!” Theresa panted, her hands starting to reach between her legs, unable to hold herself back any longer. The pleasure was too good; she was so hot right now!
“Oh? So you do like being changed.” Gabrielle chuckled, reading Theresa like a book.
“I'll never give you the satisfaction of hear-nnngh! It!” Theresa groaned as her cleavage expanded beyond what her shirt could contain, the rest of its buttons popping off and letting them fall free on her body.
The cool air of her office only teased her further, and the afflicted lawyer could only breathe with exultation at how sensitive her gigantic breasts were.
“Your very moans are sound enough, my dear.” Gabrielle smiled seductively, her fingers trailing along Theresa's cheeks.
Theresa blinked in confusion, then felt her tongue begin to swell in her mouth; her cheeks begin to get glossier and glossier. “Nnnh... Not those...” Her tongue grew past the point where her mouth could contain it, and she let it half out past her cheek.
“I dawn't wanna be a fwog...” She slurred around her large tongue, moaning louder as her tongue's muscles strengthened, letting her lift the huge appendage and curl it around one of her breasts.
“Oh? Then you'd better make Tony into one.” Gabrielle chuckled with a coo. “A kiss is all that it'll take, you know... Just one, and I'll have that dumb nuisance out of my hair.”
Theresa moaned loudly as her tongue further teased her tit, hugging it tightly and leaving it slick with her own drool. A highly dexterous tongue was one of the few benefits to being a frog-woman, and Theresa always made the best of bad situations.
Her massive breasts heaved as she titillated them further, her pulse pounding with the sensations she was bringing throughout her form. She circled the wet tip of her froggy tongue along her areolas, flicking it gently along her nipples too.
“Tho! Tho good!” Theresa gasped, her back arching as her cheeks bulged slightly. She knew what came next, and decided not to fight it, instead gulping in a breath of air.
She released it a moment later with a loud croaking, her cheeks bulging further and further from her face. “Rrrribbit!” She exclaimed, feeling her skin puff up like a pair of balloons.
“Oh? Starting to enjoy this, are we?” Gabrielle smirked; though Theresa could tell from the shit-eating grin on her face that she knew the answer all too well.
So, instead of dignifying the French woman with a response, Theresa simply let her tongue curl around her enormous rack; dangling down to flip up her business skirt and massage the inside of her thighs.
“Mn. I'll take that as a 'yes'.” Gabrielle beamed, her hands falling to Theresa's thighs to change them as well.
Theresa moaned, feeling her legs swell, growing a familiar amphibian bulk. Her nylons tore beneath their bulk and she croaked again, succumbing to the pleasures of her changes.
Screw it. She was changing anyways; she might as well roll with it. At least, that's what she told herself, unwilling to admit just how pleasurable it was to morph into a frog-girl.
And hey, it came with the added benefit of large breasts—even though right now they were the size of pillows; magically retaining their shape despite their tremendous size.
“So? If you're enjoying this, aren't you going to thank me?” Gabrielle's shit-eating grin remained on her face.
“Thuck 'oo.” Theresa moaned around her tongue. “Rrribbit!” She croaked contentedly, dipping her tongue into her folds, tasting her own sweet juices. She was starting to get addicted to this!
“Mn. I'll need to discipline you later for that. For now... Are you on board with this plan, or aren't you?” Gabrielle cooed, evidently giving up her act of superiority.
Theresa nodded numbly. “Nghyy am.” She moaned, her eyelids fluttering as she looked up at the witch. “Gut I'll 'eed thum 'me time'.”
Gabrielle laughed. “I think you'll have earned some... After you do this for me.”
Theresa reluctantly nodded again, and the witch's smile widened.
“Good. Now...” Gabrielle pet Theresa's shoulders, hugging her gently. “This is what I'd like you to do...”
*** Present Time ***
Tony burbled in surprise as water flooded his mouth, and he latched onto the frog-woman's lips in an attempt to keep the air in his body.
To his surprise, it worked. He kissed her more and more, his tongue exploring her mouth and her tongue entering his as she pulled him further into the water. It felt like they were sinking to the bottom of the pond—no, deeper than that! The pond was rather shallow, so why did it feel like there was so much water around him?
Little did the young man realize that his body was shrinking around him, getting smaller and smaller by the second. His clothes began to float from his body as he kissed the woman more, groaning in pleasure. How on Earth could this be so incredible?
He opened his eyes to get a better look at the woman he was kissing, only to see a pair of murky green orbs staring back at him, eyes that would look much more at place on a frog.
First, he blinked, hoping it was just a trick of his eyes. But that only caused the woman's skin to look green as well, slick and slimy. Then he tried to break the kiss. Again his attempt had no success, and he could barely press away from her strong embrace. Finally, seeing no other options, he began to scream.
Theresa was never one for frightening people, but a good part of why she'd become a lawyer was to stay in control. And by God, was she ever in control of this situation. Her smile only widened at the panicked look on Tony's face, but of course he had to scream and ruin the moment, making her remember what she was doing to hum.
The lawyer felt herself get a little froggier, her body adjusting to hold her breath for longer and longer. Were it not for the added side effect of her skin turning green, she might be able to make it in a record-breaking diving team.
Which reminded her; that student of Gabrielle's was certainly lacking in the lung department at the time. Theresa closed her eyes and did as Gabrielle instructed her, blowing into his mouth.
The effect was both immediate and refreshing. The young man she was holding groaned in her arms, but his struggles began to ebb, as though his mind was as underwater as his body was.
Theresa blew harder, grinning as the man's cheeks puffed, expanding to a familiar amphibian proportion. His face began to turn a vibrant green, rings around his eyes beginning to darken on his face as they turned a crimson red.
And his eyes... As a lawyer, she was a proponent of believing that the eyes were windows to the soul, and watching someone's eyes transform as rather chilling to her. She watched as Tony's eyeballs bulged from his skull, rounding out and changing into those of a common animal, shivers running along her spine.
But chilling or not, Theresa didn't slow down in the slightest. After all, she was a professional, and when given a task she completed it to the best of her ability. Even in the case of being strong-armed into something like her current arrangement with Gabrielle.
She kept her lips locked around his, even as his mouth pushed from his face into a froggy snout; his lips sinking back on his face and dwindling away to nothingness. Funnily enough, his tongue shrank and extended at the same time, decreasing in size and yet increasing in length.
Tony kicked his legs feebly behind him as his shirt floated off of his dwindling body as well, leaving him completely naked in the water. The sight allowed Theresa to get a better look at his body as he changed, watching his skin start to get slicker and slicker; wet and rubbery amphibian flesh replacing creamy human skin.
Theresa had never really had a close look at someone else changing, and it was entirely unnerving to watch a person lose their humanity. The past times she'd had to transform people, it had been to save her own skin, and she hadn't felt in the wrong. But now...
Theresa was actually starting to like it. There was an incredible rush of power from her body as she realized that she was doing this; she was transforming a man into an animal.
The lawyer looked on with pride as Tony's hands and feet began to web over, human digits morphing into frog's fingers. His thumbs pulled back into his wrists and his palms shrank further, as if to compensate for his inhumanly lengthening fingers.
His fingers weren't the only thing to grow: his arms and legs were lengthening as well, their muscles changing from the bulkier tone of a bodybuilder to a thin, leaner sinew.
Tony kicked in Theresa's embrace as he shrank further, his stronger legs almost managing to propel him away from her. But unfortunately for him, his shrinking body undermined his escape attempt, enfeebling his kick.
Theresa smirked down at the frog in her grasp as it croaked weakly, a small air bubble exiting where their mouths met. That was a clever attempt to escape... Were it not for the fact that Theresa was now a giantess compared to the transforming man.
She wrapped both of her hands delicately around his pillow-sized body, willing him to shrink more and more. To her surprise, he did; dwindling to the size of a small pet; then to a doll.
Tony's human figure lapsed more and more into the body of a frog by the second, his belly expanding in Theresa's hands as the rest of him drew short and stout. The man's neck clicked up and Theresa had to lean her head down to keep her lips locked on his.
She held his froggy stomach in her hands gently, watching with no small amount of delight as he swelled in her hands, getting round and fat. This change seemed to distress him the most, and Theresa pet his knobbly back as a tail wiggled its way from his backside.
And then, just like that, the changes completed, what was once a young man now nothing more than a small animal in Theresa's grasp. She grinned victoriously, looking down at her charge. She could certainly see why Gabrielle got off on transforming people...
Theresa surfaced from the water a moment later, her skin returning to its normal shade and her eyes blinking as they returned to a limpid brown. To her complete lack of surprise, Gabrielle was standing at the edge of the pond, with a smile on her face.
“See? I told you it wouldn't be that bad.” Gabrielle spoke with a small wink, a grin playing across her cheeks.
Theresa opened her mouth to speak, but Gabrielle cut her off.
"Oh! But we simply must do something about your clothes..." The French woman's smirk widened as she waved her hands, mending the torn swimsuit, restoring it to its original too-tight size. "You are in public, you know."
“Yeah, yeah.” Theresa spit some pond water from her mouth, looking down to the frog in her hands to distract her from how tight her top was, hugging her tits tightly to her frame. “You want me to do anything with Tony here?”
“Oh my...” Gabrielle's eyes lit up as she looked at the small amphibian. “I didn't expect you to make him into such a beautiful animal!”
“Yeah, keep flattering me. It doesn't make me like this job any more.” Theresa rolled her eyes, masking the brief flutter of pride that swelled in her chest.
“Doesn't it?” Gabrielle winked back, looking back down to Tony. “My word... Well, unfortunately we can't dissect him now; he's far too good-looking for that.”
The little animal croaked nervously in Theresa's hands, his legs kicking at the air as he tried to flee. Theresa shared his sentiment, looking at Gabrielle in shock.
“What the hell are you talking about? I didn't agree to kill anyone!” She flushed, stomping one foot into the water. The little frog in her hands croaked its agreement, still trying to flee from her grasp.
“Hm? Well, you don't need to kill him; I told you already.” Gabrielle explained matter-of-factly, in the manner of an asshole who uses condescending words to make themselves sound smarter.
“Yeah. Cute.” Theresa rolled her eyes. “For future reference, though...”
“Got it, no killing. Honestly, I never knew a lawyer to have a sense of decency before.” Gabrielle rolled her eyes and turned.
For a moment, Theresa considered grabbing Gabrielle from behind and fiercely kissing her on her lips, just to see if enough magic was left to transform the witch. But she dismissed such a rebellious thought quickly. The risks far outweighed the rewards here.
Instead, she tossed Tony over her shoulder into the pond, hearing a loud splash behind her as she followed the witch. This wasn't the time or the place to get revenge on Gabrielle. Not yet. For now, she'd play nice, and bide her time...