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Thomas threw off the blankets that had been covering him while in bed. The spot next to him had already been empty. The woman who usually filled it was already awake, showered, and dressed, in her usual woman's suit and tie.

She wore glasses and short blonde hair, which today was stretched into a bun. Her heels gave her an extra two inches, with black stockings that carried up into the tails of her suit's skirt. Her delicate hands had a pale luster to them that didn't match the blushed make up on her face. She was what seemed to be a typical business oriented woman, aside from her chest.

Her breasts seemed to be compressed in her suit, as if a tight strung wire had been binding them. Even with the compression, the size alone stood out as disproportionately large rack on her thin waist and slightly wider hips. Although no doctor would be able to tell, they weren't there naturally, and only Thomas and Miranda knew of their real origin.

"Are you getting up anytime soon?" She gave him a faint smile.

"What's it look like?" He slid clumsily to his feet.

"It looked like you were about to sleep another day away." She turned to the mirror to dab on more make up.

"What's one more?" He rubbed his eyes, barely willing to stand up.

"Six hundred dollars, right, that's how much you always bragged about bringing in?"

"I've gotten as much as seven hundred."

"Oh, I'm sure you did." She said in a condescending tone.

He gave her a questioning look.

"That's why you've stayed home the last week, isn't it, because you've been collecting so much." Her tone held a feign sweetness.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He stood from the seat of the bed.

"Oh, nothing." She left the room, tossing a taunting smile at him as she closed the bedroom door.

Thomas tried to stand up, stumbling a little, and dragged himself through the door. He heard the slam of the front door as he swung down the stairs, and an engine started by the time he got to the window. She was already gone for work.

"She always does that shit."

Thomas retreated upstairs, almost about to return to his bed, when her words rang in his head once more. As his hand touched the bed he felt guilt being incited in his heart. He cursed to himself while he walked into the bathroom.

He saw him reflection in the mirror. Messy brown hair and an awkward stubble marred his usual handsome face. He thought that he almost looked rancid. He ran fingers through his hair, straightening it, and almost seeming to wash it, rather effectively. With that done, he picked up a square stamp that had been kept on the bathroom counter.

Full of red ink, when the stamp had been pressed, it left a circle and star pattern, which he had planted upon his finger, and had writings surrounding the symbol : "Barbari Interfecti."

He took his stamped finger and waved it across his face, and the hairs which completed his stubble had wrinkled and fallen, leaving his face clean, as if it had been waxed. The stamp from his finger disappeared, and the fallen hairs obtained a red tint, as he swiped them down into the sink.

With his face as clean as possible, he moved from the bathroom to his closet, and opened the door. Hanging up, on the inside, was a more or less simple black suit, maybe a tad shinier than normal, but complete wait a round hat and cape. When he threw it on and stood in the mirror, he looked like a polite, fang-less vampire. He set out the door, a walking spectacle.

On the street, Thomas had a strong contempt for his work. No real mysticism was necessary; simple card tricks and smoke bombs would more than suffice. Groups of people walked past him, some wearing suits, others wearing more progressive clothing. Every so often, one would stop to look at his funny costume and flashy set of onyx colored playing cards.

They usually tossed something into his upturned hat. One man emptied his pocket of coins, another fished for a buck or two, and one, to Thomas' humor, opened his wallet only to find that his smallest bill was a twenty and, too embarrassed to give nothing, unwillingly put the large bill into his hat. Half the day had been gone, and Thomas estimated there to be about two hundred in his hat.

Thomas had thought it to be chump change. But, lunch hour had arrived, releasing wealthier businessmen into the already crowded streets. They wouldn't willingly give a simple street magician money; Thomas knew that. So, he sought one of his cards, the King of Hearts, on which, a familiar pentagram had been drawn, but this time with a circumscription: "Res Transmittae."

One particular man, in a grey suit and absorbed deeply into his phone conversation, walked in the direction of Thomas. With the card bound behind his wrist, Thomas stepped in front of the man. The grey-suit clashed head first into Thomas, the crash distracting him from the sensation of a card swiping past his backside.

"Oh, man, my bad," Thomas said, with a notable humor.

"Oh it's - oh not you I, one second." The man put his phone to his side and firmed himself onto his feet.

Thomas started waving cards into the mans face. He couldn't let the grey-suit have time to think while they were so close together.

"If you think that was a surprise, wait 'til you see this, keep your eye on this card... "

The grey suited man pushed past Thomas, apologizing insincerely, trying his best to get away from the magician. When out of sight, Thomas smiled a crooked smile to himself. He shook out the few bills that had been lodged into his shirt sleeve into his hat, and counted forty-seven dollars. Could've been better.

Seven more intersections later and he had filled his hat with about seven hundred dollars, which was more than enough to flaunt to his wife. He gleefully poured the bills and change into a pocket within the breast of his suit. He replaced his hat and was about to return home, when a booming voice blasted from behind him.

"Hey you!"

Thomas turned, struck with horror. That voice had been familiar, and when he turned around, the figure had confirmed his fears. That was number four, a tall and bulky man bundled within a thick brown suit. The brown-suited man had looked terrifying, standing six feet tall with a stern and wide chin. His face was bloodshot, and he stampeded forward towards Thomas.

Thomas reached for his cards, backing away from the advancing mad.

"Wh - what, I don't know you."

"Don't Run Away!" The bulky man latches on to Thomas' coat collar. While Thomas squirmed, digging in his pocket, the man spoke on: "Wann'a explain where the one hundred I had n' my wallet went?"

"Man, I don't know what you're - "

The bulky man lifted Thomas up by his shirt, cutting off his speech. The jerk had knocked Thomas' pack of cards onto the ground, scattering a few of them. Without a pre-drawn circle, there wasn't much magic could do for Thomas, and with is weak stature, he was defenseless against the brown suited man.

"Where is my money?"

"I - Ack , P-Pocket." Thomas frantically patted his chest, into the lump where the money had protruded.

The bulky man ripped the buttons of Thomas' suit, and pulled a handful of bills from his pocket. When he was satisfied, he threw Thomas onto the ground with a slam.

"That's a lot more than I took!" Thomas yelled, before covering his mouth, and searching through his deck of cards once more. The bulky man walked off with his messy handful of money, not caring to argue anymore. However, more of the crowd had looked at Thomas, having heard his confession.

Finally, Thomas acquired the card he had been looking for: Ace of Spades. He swiped the card on himself, and suddenly, he started to vanish. Within seconds, there was only an empty space on the sidewalk where he had been, and a confused group of people around him.

Thomas had run as fast as he could, only slowing down when his vanishing magic had faded. He walked, then, with a cloud of anger over his head, back to his house. He still had plenty of money, but his body and throat ached from being thrown onto the ground like that.

If only Thomas had been stronger. Then he could've defended himself when his magic was out of reach. If he had matching, bulky muscles, he could've tossed that man around, and then walked away with a smug grin.

Thomas was almost to his house when a familiar voice called to him.

"Hey Tom, you look ragged."

Thomas almost flinched. His neighbor, Adrian, had almost the exact same body type as the man he had confronted earlier, made more obvious by the fact that he was not wearing a shirt while he mowed his lawn.

"Bad day," Thomas replied, unwilling to stop for conversation.

"Maybe you should go to the gym."

Thomas rolled his eyes, "Thanks."

Adrian wiped the sweat out of his brown hair and kept working on his lawn.

Thomas paced around in his living room. He couldn't get the incident out of his head, no matter how hard he tried. He kept reliving the moment that he was thrown onto his back, the pain he had felt just as real now as it had been. He swore that he'd never let it happen again.

"But how."

At that moment he noticed the silence that he had heard. Adrian hadn't been running his lawn mower anymore. Thomas pondered it for a bit. He couldn't have been finished already, could he? Thomas darted upstairs to investigate. When he reached the window in his bedroom, he opened the blinds to take a peak outside.

Adrian's front yard was completely empty, aside from a half cut lawn and a mower left completely unattended. Thomas saw almost no movement outside his window, except in one of the windows of Adrian's house. There was, actually, a lot of movement in that window.

Thomas saw a blur of skin, his neighbor Adrian, this time more than shirtless, in bed on top of a skinnier, and unfamiliar, man. Thomas didn't like peaking, but he thought it was a rather humorous spectacle.

"Adrian's got another boyfriend." He thought, it was probably the third this month.

Thomas looked through the window for a little longer. Without much to occupy him, he kept thinking of the incident earlier, and then the less than pleasant comment that Adrian had made.

"I need to work out more?"

An idea had put itself in Thomas' head, but he put it down immediately.

"There's no way I could."

He had to argue with himself. It worked easily for Miranda, it could work just as well for this, but...

"I need a median though."

Thomas, eyes focused out the window on the copulating gay couple next door, rested in a weary plane of thought.

"Ribbit!"

Thomas looked down, under the lowest point of the hanging blinds was a small green creature with darker brown spots on its shining grease skin. He threw his hand on the frog before it could hop away from him. He brought it up to his face, after checking that it wasn't a toad, and peered into its eyes.

"This WOULD work." He tapped his fingers on the window's sill.

He tossed the frog in his pocket and searched his bedroom for a marker, finally finding a black felt tip that would write on glass. He got in front of the window and opened the blinds wide - no one would notice - and uncapped the pen. With a wriggling and a faint 'riiibbiiit' emanating from his vest, he drew another circle and star, this time circumscribing it with:

"Corpus Transmittus"

He shifted his head and aimed his vision through the circle. In his eyes was Adrian eagerly bending his skinnier companion over, with his cock ready, all surrounded by red markings on the window. Thomas reached into his pocket and retrieved the frog, which was now looking aggravated, and to his dismay planted the frog on the center of the circle.

The lines started to glow and then fade, leaving only light, formed into a beam that shot through the window into the neighbor's house and onto the body of Adrian. The frog started to vanish, and Adrian's body, unknown to him in the heat of his beginning thrusts, started to reshape and change color. Slick, green skin started forming with green spots, as his muscles shifted just slightly into a stockier form, while his head shifted from a face to a wide snout with bulgier eyes and no hair.

Adrian didn't seem to notice, instead he just kept humping along like it was nothing. His boyfriend, however, wasn't the same way. The second he turned his head back to Adrian he was filled with horror. With a struggle, he removed himself from the transformed boyfriend, to Adrian's dismay, and backed away, facing the spotted frog creature. Adrian just stood, with his wet, frog-like erection bobbing in front of him, confused. The boyfriend, sidestepping towards the door, finally fled, with Adrian trying to call back to him. The creature didn't chase, but shrugged its shoulders and began to reach for something between the cushions of the bed.

Thomas laughed, watching the spectacle through the window. The frog creature pulled a dirty magazine from between the mattresses, and started to play with his half frog length, still seemingly unaware of himself. Thomas didn't think anything of it; Adrian was always a simpleton.

Thomas retook his marker and began to draw another circle on the window, in line of sight of the masturbating frog man. This time, circumscribing "Corpus Ablatus." He put his hand onto the marker drawing, and aimed his vision into the neighbor's window.

Adrian had been rubbing his new cock to the pictures within his magazine. His large green hands began to be covered with almost orb-like semen as he roared, inaudible to Thomas, having reached the peak of his orgasm. A faint beam planted itself onto the creature's shoulder, and the green started to drain from its skin, and the body deflated. Adrian's head returned to its normal, wide-chinned form. His body, however, being absorbed by the spell, shrunk further than it had been, leaving Adrian no larger than the average man. When the spell was finished, Adrian sat on the edge of his bed, covered in his own ejaculate, with a thunderstruck look on his face.

From the window, a frog appeared. It was the same frog that Thomas had taken from the window sill, except that it was now endowed with bulging muscles. Thomas smiled at the frog. He thought he might impress Miranda with his earnings, even if they were cut short, but now, he could REALLY impress her. He took a look at the clock. [5:12] She would be home soon. He darted downstairs - the bedroom had carpet, on which he couldn't write on - to the living room, which had hard wood floors. Thomas drew a circle, wide enough for himself to stand in, and put the frog down in the center. He stared at it, until he was sure that it wouldn't hop away. Then, he circumscribed it, again, but with "Corpus Convenitus." He planted a hand on the ground and the circle began to glow red, and Thomas had almost stepped upon it, before he stopped, and jumped back.

"That was close."

Thomas understood something: why Adrian hadn't noticed the change. As long as the body is transferred, so is the mind, and if half the mind is the frog's, the change wouldn't go noticed. Thomas looked at the frog. If he steps on it now, he'd only be thinking half as himself, and half of the frogs innate and blank instincts would be controlling him. He might not be able to perform the second spell, to separate them again, in the inebriated state of mind.

He tried to add to the circle, something to nullify the transfer of the frog's mind, but his marker ran dry. Tossing it down, he checked once more that the frog wouldn't move, and defaulted to go upstairs to search for a new marker. Leaving the open, and glowing, circle on the living room floor.

When Thomas had darted upstairs, searching in vain for another marker, the front door had crept open, without a noise. Miranda was usually quiet, except for events like the morning earlier when she wanted to be heard. She lightly put down her black purse and threw off the outer part of her black business dress.

She was about to call out for Thomas, when her eyes caught the floor in front of her. It was a circle, glowing red. She had known what that circle meant, looking down at her large, bundled down breasts.

The last time she saw the circle was her birthday. Thomas had told her to stand on a painted red ring on the floor, that said "Corpse Covenant" or something like that, and to hold a cat, with strangely pendulous breasts. He promised her that if she didn't like it, he could undo it, but to at least try it. She was open minded, and when she stepped onto the circle, she never regretted it.

Miranda was excited. She looked down and saw a big little frog planted boredly on the center of the glowing circle. She couldn't wait for Thomas, it had to be revealed to her, so she picked up the frog, and jumped onto the red ring, squeezing the green spotted creature against her well endowed breasts.

The runes started to work, sending light up and around Miranda. The frog disappeared from her hands and her skin started to morph, forming a shinier, green spotted sheen. He limbs started to change, taking a frog-like shape, with additional, buldging muscles, from the sticking pads on her feet, to the muscles on her neck. Her head formed into a wider, large mouthed, head with larger, yellow and slit eyes. The light faded, leaving a large, muscular frog woman where Miranda once stood.

The creature blinked. It tested out its limbs, moving the large, muscular arms and legs, each of which bulged when moved. The remnants of the suit Miranda wore had torn around the arms, breasts, and legs, and her shoes had slipped off. Between the torn tatters of the waist of her suit the creatures vulva glistened with moisture that had formed in Miranda's excitement before stepping onto the rune. The creature tooks small steps, breasts bouncing, and laid a sticky hand onto the bottom of the railing of the stairs, and stopped, hearing noises from the bedroom above it.

Thomas rummaged through all the drawers. He couldn't find another felt tip pen, in the whole bedroom. He was turning over in his mind, pondering whether there might be ones down stairs. He didn't have much time before Miranda would be home, he'd have to hurry. He closes the drawer and turns around, to see a large green figure in the doorway.

"Miranda?"

"Graahhom," the creature croaked.

The frog-woman stepped closer to Thomas, intentionally waving its breasts side to side, with a loving expression on it's snout. Thomas backed away, until he hit the wall, and watched the creature approach him. It put it's hand on thomas, sticking to his shirt, and planted it's maw onto his mouth. Thomas wriggled, trying to move, but it was in vain; the strong muscles under Miranda's skin was pinning him to the wall while the creature kissed him. It's long, slimy tongue could slide deeply down Thomas' throat.

Thomas felt the tongue swirl around, lapping into the sides of his mouth. It tasted bitter, with a light soda taste to it. It was almost pleasant.

There was a light snap as the creature removed it's hand, only to place it again on Thomas' shirt, pulling apart the buttons and revealing his pale and soft chest. Thomas tried to resist, but he couldn't match the strength. The frog-like Miranda pulled away, leaving a still connected trail of saliva, and pulled Thomas from the wall, as he writhed, and planted him on his back to the bed. With its sticky hands, it tried to undo Thomas' belt buckle.

Thomas tried to move, but the creature was putting its weight on his waist. He couldn't explain why, but he felt his pants tighten with an erection. The Frog-like Miranda's breasts still jiggled just over his face, catching his eye, and her odor, although masked with an amphibian tinge, was still detectible. He put a hand on the creature's, which was muscular and slimy, and looked up at what had been his wife, and it looked back.

"Miranda, do you - know that you're..." He trailed off, not finishing.

The creature slid onto the bed and walked toward Thomas on its knees, with its vulva hanging between its legs, and put its hands onto Thomas' small chest, sticking, moving its maw to his.

"Graay Groove Rroou, Graahhom!" It croaked to him, before planting it's lips to Thomas'.

Thomas felt the weight on his chest, wet but still warm, and felt the breast under his chin. He slid a hand up and down it's leg, and felt the creature shiver, just like Miranda was accustomed to do. Thomas moved his tongue with the creatures, massaging it back, and began to unbuckle his pants, sliding them down himself. When they pulled back from the kiss, Thomas put a hand on the side of the creatures muscular neck.

"I love you too, Mirry."

The creature licked Thomas across the face, tickling him. A wet green hand reached down, and was surprised to see Thomas' pants gone, with only a thin pair of boxers covering his erection. The hand pulled on the boxers until they tore, letting Thomas' length bob between Miranda's legs, and the green hand gripped Thomas. Thomas, in return, reached down and put his fingers on the exposed lips, wetting them.

They rubbed eachother, invoking groans from each, until Miranda was ready, sticking a hand to Thomas' chest and straightening herself, hovering over Thomas' groin. Thomas felt the pressure of the frog-like hand, and watched as the creature let it's legs fall, touching his penis to her opening.

Thomas' hands defaulted to grabbing the creature's wet legs, and he thrust a little while she slid down upon him. Her soft, and surprisingly warm lips squeezed as they reached the base of his cock, leaving little drips of fluid on his groin. She rose, pulling him out of her, up to his glans, and the shifted downward again. While she did this, she breathed, with deep, wet growls, while Thomas tightened his grip upon her legs.

Her thrusts sped up, starting to slam into Thomas' legs, as she released more gutteral groans. Thomas was shifting and writing in pleasure, daring to reach a hand to grab her bouncing breasts. She took the hint, and bent downward, resting her tits on his face, and wrapping her fore-arms around his head, and squeezed him into the space between them, and continued to pound her sex into his crotch.

Thomas squeezed back, rubbing his face into her breasts, feeling himself build up between his legs. Miranda had been moaning, very close to peaking herself. Thomas thrust into her legs, making louder smacks and driving himself up the wall. In a few more seconds, he felt himself releasing into the frog-creature's lips, while the creature tightened, almost painfully strong, around his length. With a few more strong thrusts, Thomas was empty and Miranda had relaxed, both defaulting to lay panting on the bed, one on top the other.

Miranda rolled around and pulled Thomas into the crook of her armpit, while he hugged her back. She and Thomas kissed more, he enjoying her pleasantly long tongue, until Miranda had fallen asleep. Thomas stayed awake for a little longer in her strong arms. He wondered if she'd want to keep this change like she did the last one.