The Book of Humiliation, Part 2 (Multi TFTG)

A warning - things are about to get WEIRD!

By FoxFaceStories

A Story Tier Prompt for TG Sorcerer

Marc left behind his best friend Stephanie because his girlfriend Trish couldn’t stand her. Now, Stephanie wants revenge, and she’s come into possession of a magical book that will humiliate not only Marc, but Trish as well, and ultimately leave the pair of them changed forever.

First Part

Part 2: The Trap

Trish entered the house humming a tune. She was tall, slender, and had lovely dark hair that she took pride in. Her nails were similarly perfect, having just been done up at the nail salon where she worked. She liked to walk with her head held high; all the better to show disapproval, or to have others try to win her approval. 

“Honey, I’m home,” she declared. “You won’t believe the day I’ve been having. Marigold called about some strange issue, but started meowing! She’s had some freak genetic thing or something. I’ll definitely have to cut her loose; I don’t want some weirdo around the house. Did you get those things I told you to pick up? If so, I might just reward you with - Stephanie!? What the hell are you doing here!?”

Trish stared at the woman she hated. The one she’d instantly sniffed out as the competition for her spouse’s affections from the very beginning. What was that skanky hoe doing here?

“Trish! I can explain!” Stephanie squeaked, trying to cover up her breasts, which were far too much on display with that dress. Trish had always been jealous of her larger bust. “I’m not myself, in a way! I’m Stephanie! I mean, I’m Stephanie! Oh God, this is horrible!”

“What is this fat bitch doing here!?” Trish snapped at Marc. She glared at him, and part of her mind was already turning to foul possibilities. Had they slept together? She didn’t smell sex, but they could have showered.

“She just got here, honey,” Marc said. “She still had a house key. She was just returning it, but I think it was just an excuse to try and talk with me. Don’t worry, she’s only been here five minutes, but I think this bitch was trying to seduce me.”

“No!” Stephanie said, pulling down her blonde hair in a panic, before trying to lower the short hem of her pink dress’ skirt. “I didn’t do anything like that, I swear! I was just here visiting Marc! He’s not - I mean, he is Marc and I wanted to see him!”

Trish felt the rage rise, but a calm, at least, towards her boyfriend. “I knew she’d try this one day. I told you she would, Marc, but you didn’t listen to me. This jealous, fat whore wanted to claim you. I saw it from the beginning.”

“No, I didn’t!” 

“And she had this,” Marc said, holding up an ancient looking book with a metal clasp. “She called it the Book of Humiliation. She wanted me to write something about you inside of it. To try and transform you, she said, or change you mentally in some way that would embarrass and shame you.”

“Ugh, this voodoo shit,” Trish snapped. “It’s so fake, but she’d be dumb enough to believe it.”
“I don’t!” Stephanie said. “Marc, help me out here! This is going too far!”

“Don’t lie to Trish, Steph. Admit it.”

Steph seemed to struggle with something, then she nodded. “Yes, I did bring it! I wanted to humiliate and change you, Trish, to get you out of the way.”

Marc chuckled for some reason, but his girlfriend just grit her teeth as she looked at the pages. “This is ridiculous. What stupid bile is this? It’s all weird shit, just like her. Well, if she believes it’s true, then I’m sure we can have some fun with it. What should I write in here about this little Jezebel, honey?”

Marc shrugged. “Your choice, dear. Be creative. You’ve always been creative.”

He was still grinning at Stephanie, who looked to be in an absolute panic. She kept trying to approach him or the book, but could do neither. Probably afraid, Trish reckoned. Good.

“Fine. If Stephanie wants to show off her big fat pig so much, let’s make her more of a cow then, shall we?” She started writing, speaking the words as she put them down on the page. “Stephanie can have a pig’s nose, pig’s ears, and pink pig skin to suit her fatter form. There!”

Steph squeaked, clearly afraid.

“See? Magic isn’t real, you stupid interfering - huh!?”

Stephanie twisted and shifted, squealing more and more, just like a pig, as her skin became flushed and warm. She groaned, rubbing her body as if it were alien to her, and even cupping her tits, groping them without shame as they expanded just a little further. All of her did, in fact: she grew fatter and appropriately porkier, while her skin altered its pigmentation, shifting to an obvious pink colouration. With another squeal followed by a snort, her nose widened, becoming like a pig’s snout, taking in more air and making more snorting noises. Her ears shifted up from her head: she tried to grab them, but higher and higher they went until they were on top of her head, triangular and floppy in nature, just like a pig’s. 

“Noooo!” the woman cried. “You can’t do this - snort - to meee! Please, Trish, you don’t understand! You have to stop but I can’t t-tell you why!”

Her pink dress was almost at a breaking point: she’d gone from curvy to chubby, and her waist and hips had both widened. Even her arms were thicker, and her thighs definitely so. Trish stared, her jaw lowered, as she tried to grapple with the realisation that this was real.

“Oh my God, it’s real,” she uttered. “Marc, honey! It’s magic and it’s real!”

Marc grinned at her, a kind of smug grin that she didn’t much like. “You knew?”

“I suspected. I wanted this to be your gift the moment she tried to get me to use it on you. I figured you’d love to get revenge on Steph here, after all the nasty things she’s done.”
“Absolutely.”

“What nasty things has she done, by the way?”

Trish was momentarily taken back.

“I didn’t do anything!” Steph squealed, before snorting again. “Trish, please, just listen to what I can’t say!”

“As if,” she finally replied. “You tried to steal Marc from me. You were the fat pig always in my way. And I’m not letting him have any female friends, because I know they can’t be trusted. And I’ll make sure you don’t have any friends, Miss Piggy! I’ll send you straight to a farm for the rest of your life, ha!”

She moved to write in the book, only to pause. A wicked grin crept across her features, and she looked back up at her hated enemy.

“Of course, it would be a waste not to change you further, before I let you roll in the mud. You’re a bit of a pig now, but I bet you can fulfil a ton of functions on the farm, right? We could make you a total freak, even more than you already are, so that you can never leave that farm, hmm?”

Stephanie pleaded again, but Marc stood between her and Trish, and clearly the man was imposing enough to stop her, because she batted at the space before him like some invisible shield there. It made Trish laugh at how pathetic she was.

“I always hated you, Steph,” she said. “Now, you’ve got a great piggy look, but you’re also such a fucking cow as well, so let’s write something along those lines, too. Stephanie has huge, constantly lactating tits. They’re J-cups, but they get even bigger if they’re not milked. She’s got horns just like a cow. Hmm, fuck it! She also has an udder that’s bigger than a basketball and it leaks even more than her big boobs!”

Stephanie gasped, and Marc cackled. She laughed with her boyfriend as her rival cupped her already sizeable chest. Sweat poured down her forehead, and she clenched her eyes shut.

“No, Trish! Please, I love you! You have to s-stop this! There’s s-so much pressure, honey! So m-much - NGHHH! Oh GOD!”

Her breasts erupted, expanding so large that they ripped the front of her dress to tatters, exposing them completely. They were large and pink, but her nipples and areolas expanded dramatically as well so that they looked fully maternal. Stephanie cried out, her boobs overwhelming her palms as she tried to contain her growing bust. They were massive and ripe and round, two heavy globes that formed teardrop shapes as they sagged a little under their own weight. Instantly, milk droplets began to fall from them, spilling from her nipples and increasing into small rivulets as she kneaded her breasts, trying to force them back in.

“Ohhhhhh, they’re s-sooooo huge! So f-full! Trish, honey, what are you doing to m-me!? You’ve got to stop this, I’m begging you! Before I grow - oh no! NO! NGHH! Euuurgh!”

The rest of her dress ripped apart, the burst seams turning to enormous tears and tatters as a new organ surged forth from her lower belly. Four long, large teats erupted from its swelling pink mass, and she could only whine and try to push it back in, which ironically freed her breasts and squeezed them together in her effort, causing them to leak even more milk, which in turn elicited horrified snorts and squeals. The udder grew and grew until it was bigger than a basketball, then practically the size of a beachball! It gurgled, clearly engorged, and the terrified woman tried to hold it and her boobs at the same time, a deeply futile gesture. Her hips even spread to accommodate it, but it still slapped audibly against her thighs as she staggered back, leaking milk all over the floor. Trish knew she’d have to mop that up later, but for now she didn’t care; this was the sweetest, darkest revenge she could possibly hope for!

As if forming a final insult, Stephanie gasped in pain as two horns pushed out from the top of her skull. They curved slightly towards one another, just like a pair of cow horns, and looked oddly cute on the freakish creature she had become. Everything was now curvy, pudgy, wobbling, bouncing, and jiggling for her. And everything else was lactating as well. She panted, enormous head-sized breasts sleek with sweat as they rose and fell like lovely hillsides experiencing some kind of slow-motion earthquake.

“Oh - snort! - God! This is fucking wrong! I’m gonna call the police, Trish, Marc! Maybe then someone will take that book and be able to turn me to normal!”

But she couldn’t even open her phone for some reason, and kept on panicking over a code she must have forgotten. This just gave time for Trish to add some further details.

“Let’s keep this farm theme going! Let’s see, what else is productive on a farm. I know! Stephanie is constantly laying enormous eggs with the most lovely yolks in them. They’re like chicken eggs, but sized up so that she has to really push them out, and it turns her on something fierce! She lays at least a dozen a day.”

By this point Stephanie was trying to back away and escape, but was having trouble with the heaviness of her udder and her low-hanging boobs, which swayed dramatically. She winced, clutching her belly and leaking tears down her cheeks.

“Marc, you’ve got to be the one to end this! I’m sorry, okay? I’m so fucking sorry how - eugh! - how things went d-down! Please, this has gone far enough! I’ll be better, I promise! I’ll be your friend again!”

Trish just cocked her head, confused by her words. “Fat chance, fatty. Or should I say preggo, because that belly is swellin’!”

Indeed it was. More sweat covered Stephanie’s now totally naked form. She doubled over, clutching her stomach, even as her udder poured more milk and her breasts wobbled everywhere. Her chest found purchase on her belly soon, however. Like the rest of her, it expanded dramatically, the skin becoming incredibly taut, yet still growing all the same.

“T-too big! So fucking t-tight!” the changing woman whined. Trish revelled in her panic, and laughed as her belly kept on growing anyway. Stretch marks formed on the underside of her belly, but it continued to grow, small little imprints showing against the skin that hinted at the dozen eggs within. They must have been massive, the size of softballs at least!

“This has to be a n-nightmare! Ohhh, nngh, ahhh, mmhmm! Why does this stupid pussy of mine f-feel so fucking wet and - ahhh!”

She hunched over, shifting to grab hold of a nearby wall. Her belly looked overdue with twins by this point, dominating her figure, though her udder was certainly in competition in that area, squeezed down upon by said belly so that it was pouring even more milk. 

“What’s the matter, Steph?” Marc asked. “Finding Trish a little too harsh? A bit unfair? Don’t like the idea of having to give birth?”
“I believe it’s called laying eggs, hun,” Trish said with a grin. “And it looks like one is coming now!”

Stephanie screeched, snorted, and even mooed. But as her pussy lips stretched wide in open view, she bored down even further and actually gave a loud “B’GAWWWK!”, at which point a massive egg was ejected, falling to the carpet now beneath her and rolling to the side. It was indeed a very large chicken egg, no doubt full of lovely-tasting yolk, but Stephanie panted and looked at it with horror. Trish smirked at how the woman had orgasmed from such a no-doubt uncomfortable, perhaps even painful experience.

“That came out of me!?” she said. “No, not me! This isn’t me! Marc! MARC!”

Marc just folded his arms. “I’m not the one with the book, Steph. Maybe focus on Trish. She’s the one behind all of this. Don’t you see that, now?”

Something meaningful exchanged between them that Trish couldn’t sense. The notion that the pair had an understanding of some kind still made Trish all the more aggravated.

“Don’t worry, Steph! By the time I’m finished with you, you’ll never threaten the love Marc and I share ever again! Let’s get you farm ready!”

She wrote like a madwoman into the Book of Humiliation, and it certainly lived up to its title as Steph underwent every physical transformation and mental one too.

Stephanie has fat chicken legs with feathers and talons. 

Stephanie has a horse tail, and her hands are useless hooves.

Stephanie is such a slut that she has a need to be mounted by any farmhand she looks at, and they can’t resist her due to pheromones. She can get pregnant by them, too!

Stepanie can’t even talk properly if she’s too engorged, and reverts to mooing and squealing and clucking like an animal.

Stephanie can never leave the farm I send her to, and will always stay like this for her natural lifespan, not even aging so that she is always productive.

Stephanie can literally never wear clothes, not even bras or anything to support her boobs and udder. She has to sleep in a stable like an animal, and she finds beds uncomfortable.

Stephanie can never tell anyone who she was, but no one can also tell the world about Stephanie or make her famous. They’ll just see her as a member of the farm where she belongs. 

Trish’s rival experienced each of these changes, recoiling in horror yet unable to escape or do anything, because Trish had also added a clause that Stephanie must be completely servile to her demands, which included staying put. All she could do was occasionally fondle her own enormous breasts, urging them to expel their milk. She couldn’t even reach her udder with her swollen belly full of eggs, and simply had to moo and moan.

“Moo-Marc!” she managed, looking to him with tears in his eyes. “You were r-right! I’m sorry! You were right! She is a bitch! She is a liar and she tore our f-friendship apart! I wish I’d never m-met her and given you the time you n-needed!”

Trish was about to let out a pithy one-liner and sent the freaky cow-chicken-horse-pig girl to some farm out in the sticks, when suddenly Marc clapped his hands slowly together.

“Finally, you come to your senses. Thank you, for finally admitting it. I’m glad you know I was right. I’m glad you can see Trish for what she is, even if it took you far too long, Marc.”

Trish stood up from the book. “Marc? What the hell are you going on about?”

Marc stepped forward with a grin, bent over, and picked up the book of humiliation. He quickly scribbled something in it.

“Marc, what’s happening? Am I missing something about this bitch?”
“Oh, Trish, you stupid bitch. You’re missing everything. But it’s much too late now, and you’ll realise that in just a moment.”

He reversed the book so she could see what he’d written: Trish cannot write in the book or take it from me, nor act against me. She also now knows the truth about me and Stephanie.

At the moment she finished reading the last line, it all came crashing down on Trish in an instant. The magical knowledge flooded her mind, leaving her to look at the bestial Stephanie with horror in her heart.

“Oh God, that’s Marc!” she cried. “You monster! You’re the real Stephanie! You made me turn the love of my life into a freak!”

“Which just goes to show what a monster you are, Trish,” the Fake Marc said. “But I suppose we do monstrous things for love. Still, I’m a woman scorned, and aim to do even worse to punish you both.”

The Fake Marc clicked his biro pen and grinned at Trish.

“So, how shall I write first about you, hmm?”

To Be Continued . . .