The frog prince by THE MIGHTY LINGSTER CHAPTER 2 -- All Messed Up With No Place To Go If you live in a country which forbids access to adult literature, or if you are beneath the age of majority in the country from which you have logged into the vast neoprene tangle of the Internet, kindly take a flying fuck at a galloping goose, because I don't want you reading my shit. Got me? T H E F R O G P R I N C E by THE MIGHTY LINGSTER CHAPTER 2 -- All Messed Up With No Place To Go The painting caught his fancy. Somehow the weird melting pocket watches reminded him of his penis. It was by a fellow named Salvador Dali, and Johnathan begin to wonder if, in its own way, his penis wasn't JUST LIKE a melting pocket watch. Earlier he'd had a similar attachment to a sculpture by a man named Konstantin Brancusi -- that one was of a smooth, rounded, three sided piece of marble that purported to be a woman. He could see her breasts, somehow, and the place where her legs folded, and led to her vagina. "How is it possible that a completely featureless ROCK can BE like a woman?" he wondered. Everything was coming undone, he could see. So he went to have lunch. American art museums, unfortunately for Johnathan, have a pretentious habit of selling small bottles of beer and wine in their cafeterias. Trying to be European, no doubt. Johnathan picked up a nice, 12 oz. bottle of chablis to go with his ham on rye, and settled down by himself in a corner. He hadn't so much as touched alcohol in a long time. In fact his abstinence from alcohol was one half hour longer than his abstinence from sex, and 45 minutes longer than his abstinence, at that time, from LSD. It was 8 hours less than his last, and thankfully, ONLY, commission of mass murder. One bad habit resumed, Johnathan made his way back onto the streets of Old New York. In due course he made his way to a bar in TriBeCa called 'The Gold Lounge'. Unbeknownst to him, an ancestor of his, a Dutch widow named Anneke Jans, had once owned a farm that included the land that the 'The Gold Lounge' now stood on, as well as all the land stretching from the North Tower of the World Trade Center up to the Holland Tunnel. Had his family held onto the property, they would by now be one of the wealthiest on the planet, and this whole story wouldn't have happened. Bummer. He walked in the front door of the tavern, and sat down at a tall table about 15 feet from the bar. A pretty blonde girl was behind the brass rail, and when she placed some glasses on a rack at eye level, he was surprised to see that she had thick, athletic-looking arms. It was only about 7pm, and she was the only person who appeared to be working at the moment. In due course she came over to his table to get his drink order. She smiled at him pleasantly, and he felt a rush of warmth on his face. Johnathan ordered a Bass (he'd heard it advertised on a pleasing commercial on WNEW), but when she brought it to him a few minutes later, she rushed over to another table and barely made eye contact with him. Aside from the wine at the museum, Johnathan hadn't drank alcohol in nearly a decade, so the pint glass of Bass left him a little buzzed. He ordered another, drank it, and then ordered a third. As she brought the third glass, the barmaid again made eye contact and smiled, and Johnathan thought, quite confidently, "She really likes me." The barmaid began to walk away, but then paused and turned back to Johnathan. "So..." the girl said to him, as if she wasn't sure how to continue, "what do, uh, what's your, um, your n-name?" "I'm Johnathan. What's your, uh, your name?" "Su-susan," she said, blushing. "My GOD!" Johnathan thought to himself, "She REALLY likes me!" Susan's blush deepened, and Johnathan could tell that she was breathing heavily. She looked around suddenly, as if unsure of her location, and then looked back at him, biting her lower lip. She glanced down at the floor, embarassed, then stepped closer to him and made eye contact, "Do you....think I'm pretty, J-Johnathan?" "She's not smart," he thought, and noticed a confused look come over her, but, "You're very beautiful, yes." And while he bathed in the glow of her smile, he suddenly realized that she wasn't just a pretty girl, but truly beautiful, just as he'd said. He noticed her nipples rising and pressing against the fabric of her shirt, and the thought crossed his mind that she really had very large, firm-looking breasts. Suddenly he realized that though Susan had not moved, her breasts seemed to be rising towards him, pushing forward and stretching the buttons on her blouse. Suddenly, one of the buttons splipped free of its eyelet, and sprang away from the middle of Susan's chest. She looked down, and made an embarrassed noise. "Serves me right," she giggled, "for always wearing clothes I'm too big for!" Susan buttoned her blouse back shut again, but it was clear from the strain of the fabric that it wouldn't hold long. Johnathan looked Susan up and down, and realized that she was, in fact, too large for her clothes. In fact, now that he noticed, she seemed to be GROWING even larger. Suddenly the top TWO buttons of her blouse popped open. When Susan reached up to close them again, the seams above her right shoulder gave way, and her healthy deltoid muscle was exposed. Susan spread her arms out in front of her and looked down at her body, confused. "Do you work out, Susan?" Johnathan asked, trying to regain her attention. "Yes...for about a year," she said, suddenly making eye contact with Johnathan, "You don't think I'm too muscular, do you? My father says I'm getting too big, and that men...won't be interested in me." "I like...I mean, there's nothing wrong with a gir...woman being athletically buil, er, athletic," he said, even as he thought, "She doesn't have much of an attention span." "Do you think?" she asked, suddenly looking confused again. "I really love being strong. I used to be so weak, but now I lift three or four days a week, and mainly to tone. But it's definitely made me get bigger." Susan held out her arm, and lifted back the sleeve that had ripped, exposing everything from the powerful right shoulder all the way down to her fist. Flexing, a solid-looking, though not-too- large wedge of muscle rose up from her upper arm. "My biceps are my favorite body part to train," she explained, smiling docilely, "Don't you think they're big?" "Uh...yes," Johnathan replied, staring at Susan's muscular arm, and feeling himself becoming aroused. Something was wrong, he knew. Susan was acting too forward, too intimate for someone he'd just met. "Must be the alcohol," he thought. "And a lot of guys don't appreciate how STRONG I am!" she whispered, gleefully, "My trainer says," she looked around, as if to see if anyone was listening, but then returning her gaze to Johnathan's, "that I have really dense muscles for a woman, and th-that..." Susan seemed to shudder for a second, and Johnathan couldn't help but notice that the vascularity of her arm and other exposed body parts seemed to increase substantially. "Wow! WOW!! Johnathan, I feel so STRONG all of a sudden. I've never felt so tall and muscular and powerful before! It must be my imagination, Johnathan, or...maybe...maybe it's just being around you that makes me feel this way. I think....I think I love you, Johnathan!" "You...love ME!?" Johnathan asked, shocked. Susan grabbed Johnathan by the lapels of his jacket and hoisted him to his feet. She seemed surprised, as did he, that she was a) able to heft him so easily and b) nearly as tall as he, but she hesitated for only a second before she pressed her lips to his. Johnathan, shocked, tried to break free of her embrace, but found that pressing against her shoulders was futile. She was incredibly strong -- far stronger than he. Everyone in the bar was staring, and Johnathan found his hands slipping helplessly down Susan's arms, until they cupped her bulging biceps. Even though only partly flexed, they were inhumanly solid. And so wonderfully shapely and large. In fact, they seemed to be growing larger in his hands as he contemplated her impossible strength. Once again he could hear seams tearing, but he wasn't sure if it was Susan's blouse or her skirt. "Oh...Susan....," he groaned, "what are you, why are you..." She stepped away from him, smiling proudly, but he was surprised to see that she now seemed taller than him, and her musculature seemed even MORE developed than before. He suddenly felt intimidated when he looked at her arms and shoulders. "I can't believe I'm so attracted to you, Johnathan, I normally go for men who are really tall, not shorter than me! What, are you 5'4" or so?" "Uh, no. I'm 5'9"!" "But..what? That's not possible! I'm only 5'5"!" Suddenly, Johnathan realized what was happening: "Oh, no! I'm doing this! She's become a super...a superwoman!" As he faced sudden realization, Susan took a deep breath, causing her swollen breasts to rip through what remained of her blouse. Every male in the bar began cheering, but Johnathan hardly noticed. His attention was firmly fixed on Susan's bountiful bosom. As he watched, her already over-generous breasts began growing even more! Susan made a desperate effort to cover herself, crossing her arms over chest. Her swollen, untensed biceps easily covered her nipples, but her breasts continued to swell. Johnathan turned and ran, flying out the door of the bar as fast as he could. After a few seconds, he could hear loud footfalls behind him, gaining. Looking back over his shoulder, he could see Susan chasing him, her powerful legs propelling her at far greater speed than he was capable of. As he started to turn around, he noticed that her enormous, naked breasts were bouncing up and down incredibly. Too late, he began to turn his head back around to see where he was going. WHAM! He slammed into a light-post, face first. Johnathan remained conscious as he fell to the ground, though his vision was all spotty. Susan reached him and cradled his head in her arms. "Why did you run from me? Don't you know I love you?" She picked him up in her arms, and continued, "How did you think you could out-run me? You're so tiny and weak. Five-nine?!! Who did you think you were kidding? You're 5'4" at the most, and probably more like 5'2", right? Yes, I'll bet you're about 5'2". And so weak! Your muscles are so soft, and small and adorable! Just like a little girl's! Now don't you worry, I'll carry your tiny little body home to my place, with my big, strong arms." Disoriented and drunk, Johnathan found himself believing her. "I've become a weakling," he began to think. Horrified, he could feel his body shrinking, the muscles of his body becoming smaller and softer even as he lost height. Craning his head, he looked down at his upper arm and flexed it. The bicep that rose up was pathetically underdeveloped. "It's so..PUNY!" he thought, and watched disgusted as the tiny little thing sunk away into nothing, becoming too small and soft to flex. What little strength was left in his body was slowly leaching away as he convinced himself of his own weakness. He continued to dwindle in height, from 5 feet to 4 and a half, until he really was as small and as weak as a little girl. When it was over, he stood only 4'3", and weighed 53 pounds. Then he lost consciousness. When Johnathan awoke it was light out. He rolled over, as if it had all been a dream, but then became aware of a thudding pain in his forehead. "Owwww," he groaned. Still hoping for unreality, Johnathan reached across his chest, hoping to find the toned, solid arm of a 26 year-old man. Instead he found a soft little pipestem of an arm. He got out of the strange bed and looked himself up and down in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. "Pathetic," he thought, "How can I go to work like this?" He walked over to two 15-lb. weights that were sitting at the foot of the bed, grabbed one in each arm, and lifted. He was just barely able to straighten his legs with the two dumbells in his hands -- he couldn't even begin to curl them or lift them with his shriveled arms. Worse, his head was clear, and he'd need a few more beers before he could even try to fix things. Just then Susan came through the door. "My GOD," he thought, "she's immense!!" Susan had a large cardboard box, and she was clearly straining to carry it. She slowly set it down on the ground, and Johnathan could see that it was a new weight set. "You can have those fifteen-pounders, Johnathan," she said, "I just went out and bought a new set of dumbells and weights. "Can you believe this box weighs almost 400 pounds? It sure doesn't feel that heavy." She pulled out a massive hunk of metal and began curling it, "75 pounds," she smiled. "Too light." She sidled over to him, and he was amazed to see that he was just about looking eye to eye with the bottom of her breasts. She pulled off the sweatshirt that had left her navel exposed, and revealed her almost-supernaturally large and firm tits. "Do you know, Johnathan, I was only 5'5" and a 'C' cup yesterday this time? I can't imagine what happened to me." "You grew, and I shrunk," he said, "I was five-nine and fairly muscular yesterday, now I'm a midget." "A very handsome midget," she smiled, reaching down and picking him up like an infant. "I must've made her really stupid, too, none of this seems to be sinking in!" he thought. She pressed him into her enormous, pumpkin-sized breasts, and Johnathan was quite pleased to see that not everything had shrunk, as his penis suddenly reared up to its original erect size. "Mmmmmm...", Susan said, "that's a whole lot of dick for such a little man." She tucked him under her left arm, and used her right to clear the bedding away. Still holding him, she rolled onto her back and grabbed Johnathan around the waist with each of her hands. His penis was volcanically erect, and she began playing it around the edge of her vagina, as if she were masturbating herself with a dildo. Johnathan kept reaching for her massive, creamy breasts, but he scarcely was able to brush them with his truncated arms. Instead he grabbed at her forearms, captivated by the vascular bulges and ridges that cascaded down to her elbow. "You like those?" she asked, smiling. She put him down astride her abdomen, and he leaned into her bosom, pressing his head into the cleavage of her breasts as he fondled her incredibly muscular arms. Prone on her belly, he was just barely able to insert his penis into her. She forced him in, and he delighted in feeling her muscles tense and loosen as she lifted and pressed him in and out of her. Susan was moaning, "Oh, keep touching my muscles, Johnathan, it makes me feel so good to have a man so much weaker than me. I've gotten sooo.....STRONG," she growled. He kept pushing in and out, up and down. His feet were resting on the inside of her knees, her legs spread apart for his member's assault. Her enormous breasts, each larger than his head, rocked and gyrated directly in front of his face. Occasionally he would slide forward and stroke the inside of her cleavage with his head and pencil-thin neck. Susan had her arms bent, fists clenched, and rhythmically flexed her biceps in tune with Johnathan's rise and fall. She seemed as stimulated by the rising and hardening of her own muscles as by her partner's stimulation of her nether- regions. As she climaxed, she took her left hand and pushed Johnathan's middle up against herself, even as with her right she easily crushed his head against her breasts, despite his trying with all his strength to stay up. "Ahh!" she screamed, "Ahhhh!" "I measured myself this morning, Johnathan. I'm six-foot-three, and with these muscles, I don't think there's a whole lot of men I couldn't dominate. But you're so weak and fragile, I just adore it!' ----------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------- -------------------------- EOF -- More to come!