Camilla moaned, pressing a hand to steady herself against the stone wall. She didn't know why, but she felt warm and... Odd. The woman let her hand slip from the cool tile, not noticing the slimy handprint she'd left behind.

"I must not be feeling well... I'll have to see if I can get some help from one of my darrling brrrotherrrr's serrrribbits!" Her long-lashed eyelids fluttered at the sound of her voice, but she soon dismissed the croaking as a figment of her imagination.

It was easy to, when she felt so hot and sweaty. The Nohrian princess fanned at herself as she took another stumbling step forward, slick slime dewing across her skin. She dipped a hand between her breasts to wipe them dry, only to shudder as she met the odd, viscous slickness that had been leaking from her pores.

Surprised, she looked down only to scream in shock at the sight of her beautiful pale skin turning an olive shade of green. "What's going orrnrrribbit!" Her cheeks bulged at her words, and the princess gasped to catch her breath from the sheer force of her latest croak.

Camilla was supposed to be a princess, and yet here she was, croaking like a frog. What was wrong with her? The woman doubled her pace towards her brother's tower, only to yelp as she tripped over her own armor.

It had gotten loose, much like her old training set was when she was a child. Her purple hair hung before her face as she caught her fall, palms slapping against the ground wetly. Another shriek of distress escaped her full lips as she saw her hands were webbed, and she struggled to right herself.

Unfortunately, it seemed that her mind had little say over her body, and she couldn't manage to right herself. It was like her posture had readjusted to be suited only for life on all fours like a beast, a thought which chilled her to get core.

"Nrrriibiit! Herrrllbit!" Her pleas for assistance were choked off by more croaks; by her lengthening tongue. It spilled well past her lips, and she gagged on its length, staring in numb horror at how it nearly touched the ground.

Her armor clattered emptily to the ground behind herself, and Camilla turned in shock to find how large it had gotten... No, how small she had gotten! Her cheeks inflated again with another massive ribbit, and she instinctively hopped forward in fear.

The motion only made her heart pound faster, and the princess let out a low croak as she felt her body clench, the woman's proud breasts receding into her chest. Their fat instead went to her belly and her thighs, forever eliminating the hourglass figure that had made her the envy of Nohr.

"Corribb! Kribbitt!!!" She wailed, legs building strength as she feverishly hopped towards his room. Her hair fell in loose clumps from her head as she moved, and her face stretched further and further into the slick snout of an amphibian.

Camilla didn't care, all she wanted was to see her brother. Her misshapen froglike body slapped against the ground with each hop, beating a nightmarish tune to her receding ears, but she knew her goal.

Then she passed one of the castle's indoor ponds, and she stopped dead in her tracks. There was something about the water that called to her, something that needed her full attention. Camilla knew it was the dawn of instincts to match her body, but she found herself unable to resist.

Slowly she hopped towards the pond, splashing into it and croaking contentedly. It felt so good, so... She jolted upright, cheeks burning with humiliation as the last of her hair fell from her head. Apparently her sex had changed in time with her body, as a trail of eggs slipped from her pussy. She could feel the coil slipping past her lips, and her cheeks burned with abject humiliation.

How could she be laying eggs like this, like a common frog? She was... Was...

A vapid dullness settled over her brain, leaving her placid and calm I'm spite of her changes. She was a frog? She had to be a frog, nothing else looked lile that, looked like her. Memories slipped from her brain like sand through fingers, until all that remained was a dumb, croaking frog.