The Book of Humiliation, Part 1 (Multi TFTG)

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.

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The Book of Humiliation

Part 1: The Test

Stephanie rapped her fingers on the surface of the book. Should she do it? She wasn’t even sure if it would work, so it needed testing, right? No point going after Marc and Trish and making a fool of herself; the book could be a total scam for all she knew. But that mysterious woman with the travelling carriage had been so convincing that the Book of Humiliation was real. Stephanie had always had an interest in the occult, and had just visited the so-called Wandering Witch out of curiosity. The woman had claimed she was a real witch, and a well-meaning one who helped out those who needed a “magic hand up” in life.

Well, Stephanie needed one. Her best friend had abandoned her for a woman who had made her out to be some crazy bitch. Her life had gone downhill ever since, and she’d lost her wider friend group as a result. She spun this tail to the Wandering Witch and the woman had been so very sympathetic that she offered up this very item to her; a slim red book with no writing upon it, most of its pages completely blank. 

“The Book of Humiliation,” the Wandering Witch had said. “Be careful with it, and use it for your just cause. Whatever is written in that book about the people who wronged you will cause them to change in the way you desire. It cannot be used to kill, nor to destroy a mind, but you can cause . . . compulsions. Bodily changes. Transformations. Humiliation galore.”

It had been too good to be true, of course. Magic wasn’t real. Even Stephanie, with her love of the occult, knew that to be true. But she wanted it to be true, and so she purchased it, even if it cost over half a grand to do so.

The blonde woman now felt so deeply foolish. She sat alone at the Sunnyside Cafe, a place she once went with all of her friends, still deciding whether to even use the book or not. Three tables away from her was Marigold, an auburn-haired woman with a cute dimpled smile and bright green eyes. She was popular and stylish, and someone who used to be Stephanie’s friend, until Marc had started dating Trish. They were all good friends back then, but relationships do truly ruin everything: the lines had been drawn, and Marigold had sided with Trish. Stephanie was cut loose and was suddenly on the outs. 

“You weren’t the one main offender, Marigold,” Stephanie whispered to herself as the other woman happily chatted away with her own little group. “But you sided with Trish, and you helped her convince Marc to ditch a fifteen year old friendship.”

It filled her with rage, and so it gave her the extra push she needed to open the Book of Humiliation and ready her experiment.

The first dozen or so pages were covered in writing from previous individuals who had used the book. The first person had really, really hated a man called Adam. If the magic really was real, then he’d suffered quite a few humiliations.

Adam can only wear sexy cocktail dresses and can’t help but go out in public constantly.

Adam has to giggle and speak in a falsetto, and call all his stupid friends ‘my girls.’

Adam can’t stop thinking about how delicious cock is.

Adam has a vagina now instead of a dick. It’s constantly aroused.

Adam can get pregnant.

Adam exudes pheromones that make virile men lust after him and he after them.

No one finds Adam’s pregnancies strange, but he also can’t get help with them.

Adam has big boobs to breastfeed with. They lactate constantly.

“Jesus,” Stephanie said. She couldn’t imagine ever going that far. Another user had a different writing style, and it was much more brief.

Rachel is SUCH a FUCKING BITCH. I want her to be a LABRADOR.

MAKE RACHEL LIVE FOREVER AS A DOG. She gets to KEEP HER MIND but has DOGGIE INSTINCTS.

Rachel gets to TURN HUMAN AGAIN only ONCE A YEAR. HA!

“Huh, I guess Rachel is still out there, if it’s a real magic book. Which it probably isn’t, obviously.”

Still, excitement grew. There were other changes mentioned. One simply reduced a supposed genius’ intelligence. Another made him addicted to humiliating sex acts. A final series of entries seemed to punish over a hundred people; some became farm animals, others had their breasts deflated, others were forced to say the dumbest possible response to any question - there was real inventiveness there, and it gave Stephanie some ideas. The last one, however, was a real inspiration.

I wish I had Brittany's life and she had MINE.

“Huh,” Stephanie murmured, reading that line. She still doubted the book was real, but part of her was increasingly wanting it to be. Imagine; the power to switch bodies. It would open up all kinds of possibilities . . .

She regathered her thoughts and heard Marigold’s voice rise above the commotion.

“Oh my God, you’re right! She was such a slut! I’m so glad we ditched her. Seriously, what was Lena thinking trying to sneak in with our group? She’s lucky Trish wasn’t there to tear her to pieces!”

They all giggled. Stephanie fought against a scowl. For a second, she’d thought they’d been talking about her, but apparently they’d ostracised another poor girl. She was the same age as Marigold - twenty six - and yet this woman was acting like she was still in high school. It sucked away any potential sympathy or regret that might have remained within the blonde beauty. She racked her brain, smirked to herself, and began to write into the Book of Humiliation.

“Let’s see if this works,” she said to herself.

Marigold is the cattiest person I know, so now she has whiskers.

She’d barely finished writing when suddenly there was a shocked gasp from across the room. Looking up, Stephanie was bewildered. Despite being the one to write it, she was somehow just as surprised as Marigold and her friends at the sudden appearance of cat whiskers out from the skin near her nose. They were at least five inches long and an obvious white, making them impossible not to spot.

“What the fuck!?” the girl said.

“Oh my God, Mari! You’re having a reaction!”

“That’s not a reaction! She looks like she’s got whiskers or something!”

Stephanie managed to close her jaw and quickly write in the book again. The magic was real, and that meant she could go further with this. A lot further, in fact.

Marigold is so catty that she has a cat’s tail and cat ears, and randomly meows while speaking sentences.

Marigold was still freaking out at this stage, grabbing a mirror from her purse to inspect her whiskers. She was trying to pluck them, but it was literally pulling painfully at her skin. It gave Stephanie the opening she desired to watch the following changes unfold.

RRRIP!

Mari squealed as something exploded out from the end of her spine, tearing apart the back of her yoga pants and then poking up to rub in her nearest friend’s face. A bright ginger cat’s tail curled around, and she screamed, as did the others. They erupted from their seats, and by this time other people were commenting and grabbing phones to record her.

“What the hell!? A tail! I’m growing - hey, what’s happening to my ears? Oh, meow, this isn’t right! MEEOW!”

She now had a large pair of cute cat ears, not on the sides of her head but on top of them, her regular human ones having disappeared entirely. Stephanie giggled to herself as Mari tried to cover herself. She was in tears, and her friends were moving backwards out of fear that she was contagious.

“Help Me-ow! I can’t stop MEOWing! Help me, won’t you!?”

Stephanie couldn’t resist just a couple more little inclusions in the Book of Humiliation. Why not punish Mari just a little bit further, just to finish things off?

Marigold can’t only wear the equivalent of lingerie or a bikini from now on. She now has compulsions to drink milk from saucers each day, to chase string or shiny items when she sees them, and to hiss at dogs. She also has the flexibility and the tongue to clean herself each day . . . just like a cat!

Mari squealed as she disappeared around the corner. She meowed louder afterwards, and one of her friend’s called out.

“Now she’s chasing paper! Somebody get her! Oh shit, she’s tearing her clothes off!”

The crowd was moving to follow the strange, transformed woman. No doubt she was putting on quite the show. Stephanie quietly made her exit, being pretty much the only customer left in the cafe now. She closed the Book of Humiliation and sent a silent prayer of thanks to the Wandering Witch for supplying her with true magic. It had always been a fantasy to the young beauty, but now it was real. She wasn’t a witch like she’d always wanted to be as a kid, but this was the next best thing.

And what a humiliating series of hexes she was already conjuring up in her mind to place upon the friend who had cast her out, and the woman he had chosen who had made her a villain in his eyes.

***

Marc was pleased to be finished with work for the day. He was only a junior accountant, and definitely wanted to advance in his firm in coming years, but some days the numbers continued to flit inside his head and leave him frustrated and with a minor headache. By the time he rolled up in his car, he was already looking forward to relieving himself of his burdens. Perhaps a good snack from the fridge, a nice cup of tea, or - better yet - some lovemaking with his girlfriend. Trish was often in the mood in the afternoon, and she would have finished her work at the nail salon by now. Marc smiled to himself, thinking about the perfect pick up line. He checked his appearance in the mirror and found himself satisfied: his chestnut brown hair was styled perfectly, and his thick, expressive eyebrows waggled back at him. Marc had always been a handsome man. Not a total knockout or anything, but certainly gifted when it came to his genes. He had no doubt he could knock Trish’s socks off.

The man got out of the car, stretched a little, then exited the garage into the living room. Surprisingly, it was quite dark inside. The curtains had all been closed, and the lights were off. And a single figure was leaning in the shadows against the wall that had the main light switches.

“Hey, babe,” Marc said, removing his tie in that way he knew she liked. “It’s been a long day. You’ve got no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to coming home and seeing your sweet, sexy body. I’ve been craving you in my mind, and unless you’ve got something better to do, I was thinking we could go back to the bedroom and have a hot time together. What do you say?”

The figure giggled, posing sexily. Something about her silhouette wasn’t quite right, like she was thicker than Trish, but he chalked that up to the darkness.

“Is that giggle a yes?” he replied. “Trish? I’m a desperate man here, sweetie. I’ll do anything for you in return.”

“Anything?” came a sweet voice in reply, higher in registry than his partner, who had a quite noticeable vocal fry.

The figure turned the lights on, and was immediately revealed to be someone distinctly not Trish. It was Stephanie, once his best friend in the whole world ever since childhood, and now someone he hadn’t seen for nearly two entire years. She had changed since he had last seen her, put on a bit more weight, particularly around her middle and hips and thighs, but it was also evident in her face. She wasn’t exactly chubby, but certainly had more curves, the kind that Trish would have mocked instantly, he just knew. She was wearing a pink cocktail dress that showed off way more of her body than was reasonable outside of the club, emphasising her large bust in particular. She even had a full face of makeup that enhanced her sexual appeal. As confused as Marc was in that moment, he couldn’t deny that she was a jaw-droppingly good woman, new curves and all. He remembered exactly why he’d harboured a crush on her forever until Trish finally cut the cord for him.

“Steph!?” he said, realising he’d been so gobsmacked that his mouth was flapping wordlessly. “What - what are you doing here? How did you get inside my home?”

“I still had my key, Marc,” she said, showing it to him. “I kept telling you to change them when I was living here with you guys. Have you seriously not done that yet?” 

He blushed a little. “Um, no, not exactly. I - look, you shouldn’t be here. I told you that I had moved on with my life and that-”

“We could no longer be friends now that you had Trish in your life, yada yada yada, blah blah blah. Yeah, I remember the whole dog and pony show. I also remember you asking me to move out of this place, and then forcing the issue before I’d found another. I also remember all the names Trish called me - slut, harlot, bimbo, moron - and you eventually stopped saying a single word in my defence because you’d started to date her and didn’t want to lose her. She wanted to be rid of me, and you were too chickenshit to stand up for your friend. Your best friend.”

Marc pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s not like that. Well, it’s not exactly like that. Trish has particular ideas, and I can’t have a female friend around her, so-”

“So break up with her! Ugh, why am I even saying this. It’s not why I’m here anyway.”

At this, Marc crossed his arms. He was close to calling the police; something about Stephanie felt a little manic. “Why are you here?” he asked. “Because Trish will be home any second and I want you out before then.”

“Typical.”

“Hey, I had a crush on you, you wanted to be friends. You ruined things first.”

“Ruined!? I liked you, Marc! And I didn’t just want to stay friends; I just wanted to sort my life out first. It was a mess, dealing with my shitty mom and my money situation, I just needed time. You took that as a rejection.”

“Well, I’m rejecting you again now. There’s the door. Get out of here or I’ll call the police, Steph. I don’t want you anymore, as a girlfriend or a friend. I have Trish now, and that’s enough.”

“She’s a viper.”

“That’s just your view.”

At this, to his surprise, Stephanie actually grinned. “We’ll find out then, together. I’ve come into possession of something recently, an object that will help us determine exactly what kind of people you are, and what you deserve. And I’m going to let you find out in a very fun way, Marc.”

She held up a slim little red book, then moved to the kitchen, placed it on the counter, and opened it up. Marc wasn’t sure what to think.

“Is this the occult nonsense again?” he asked as she began writing.

“Occult? Yes. Nonsense? Think again. Come see what I’m writing.”

Curious and concerned, Marc moved over. She was just finishing up her sentence.

Marc will be in my body, and I’ll be in Marc’s. We’ll retain our minds, but Marc in my body won’t be able to try and overpower me, take this book from me, or oppose me in anything I do. He won’t even be able to tell anyone but me who he really is!

“Neat, huh?”

“What the hell?” he said. “Do you really think-”

WHOOMPH

Suddenly, everything shifted for the pair, their perspectives literally flipping so that they were on the other side of that very conversation. Marc staggered back, trying to come to grips with his new body. It was weighted wrong everywhere, and there was a pair of heavy, fleshy weights on his chest. He had to scatter the long blonde hair from in front of his face in order to see what it was; a pair of impressive breasts pushed up into a magnificent show of cleavage by a tight pink dress. His hips were wide, his body smaller and curvier, and he couldn’t feel his dick between his legs at all.

“The fuck!?” he screeched in Stephanie’s voice. “What has . . . happened to . . . me?”

He was looking at himself. Tall, dark, and handsome, still dressed in a suit sans tie, and inspecting his muscles with a knowing smirk.

“This is some body, Marc!” the new Marc said. “I won’t lie, I always found you a bit cute. We could have been together, but bullet dodged as far as I’m concerned. You turned out to be weak, despite all this strength.”

“S-Steph?”

“Who else?” the new man said, smiling widely. He walked over to the book and plucked it from the kitchen table. Marc tried to grab it first, but something stopped his hands. He tried to advance on Steph, but was held back again by some invisible force.

“Ah-ah-ah,” Steph said in his body, wagging a finger. “No way of overpowering me or countering me, remember? It’s in the Book of Humiliation, and so now it is written. Yes, I didn’t make up that name; the Book of Humiliation. It was given to me by a lovely witch who knew I needed some justice against you for pushing me out and ghosting me when I was at my most vulnerable, and against your bitch of a girlfriend who kicked me while I was down and poisoned you against me. I . . . I came so close to the darkest place, Marc, and you didn’t even care to take my calls.”

Marc touched his chest. God, it was real. He really did have Steph’s tits, her entire body! 

“I’m sorry! Look, Steph, I wasn’t thinking clearly. I was - look, this is going too far!”

“Oh, it hasn’t even begun yet. This is just the amusing first change. Now, the real party starts.”

A set of keys began working the front door, the sound of them echoing into the room. Stephanie beamed in Marc’s body.

“And right on cue, here she comes. Let’s see what Trish thinks of you in the house, hmm? Maybe she might want to write in this book?”

Marc gulped, realising exactly where this was going. His own girlfriend was going to think he was Stephanie, and write something in the book about him without realising it.

And knowing Trish, it was going to be something especially cruel and horrible.

To Be Continued . . .