Her Humiliation

Her Humiliation
(Cow TF)



Leslie looked perfect. A lot of conditioner, exercise, and anxious staring at her wardrobe had gone into this speech, and that wasn't even touching the mental part! She had spent literal hours talking to herself in front of the mirror, assuring herself that she wasn't going to make a fool out of herself, and that she was going to be reelected. She had to be confident in front of the cameras.

Leslie was extremely short, only five feet tall, and she was wearing tall high heels to compensate. Her mousy brown hair had been pulled into a tight bun, and she was in an even tighter suit. Her face was beautiful, but she was a twig, with barely any ass or tits to speak of. She'd got a lot more compliments when she started wearing a push-up bra that tightly squished her small breasts together.

She walked behind the podium, and the respectful people who had been standing sat down. An announcer spoke "and now, Leslie will discuss her findings on this economic issue"

From the crowd, there was silence. As they listened, waiting to hear from her. That silence was broken by a single voice in the back. A cat call.

"Yea baby! Do it! Woot woot"

She resisted the urge to frown. Whatever. Security would deal with him soon enough. She shuffled her papers, and began again. No one in the crowd seemed to notice the voice, and continued to listen.

She forced herself to put the matter of the man aside. He probably just wanted to get on TV.

"Now, I'm sure all of you know my position on this matter..."

*pop*

Her top button came undone. Despite her figure not changing, it seemed to just unbutton itself.

Leslie's eyes darted downward. Oh, dear, had she overdone it? She knew she had to look smart, so everything had been tightened. Had it been too much?

Most people from the audience didn't notice, being too far away

"Yea baby! You got it" the man from the back yelled again.

And why hadn't security removed that man yet!? She gave him a brief, cold glare before she decided to be the better person and ignore him.

"And I believe that, naturally, taxes on businesses should be lowered. After all, why are we punishing our most productive people? We should be... celebrating them..."

Her bun began to loosen. Leslie's hand rose to the back of her hair. That too? Oh, shit. She couldn't even think about touching that until her speech was done.

Still, she kept going.

"Come on. Stop being so uptight babe" the voice yelled

Her chest was starting to feel really warm. Like a hot towel was put on them.

Leslie frowned, and tried to continue speaking and ignore the warmth on her chest.

Just then, her hip thrust forward, without any input from her head. After a moment, it did it again. And again.

Her hips twitched and her eyes opened wide in shock as she tried desperately to stop, but her muscles refused to listen to her.

Her long hair came undone around her ears. Her face turned extremely red. People all over the country were seeing her act like--Like some sort of ANIMAL. She had to regain control.

People in the audience gave each other confused looks. Control seemed to return to her after the third thrust

"Excuse me, I think I may be ill. Anyway, small businesses."

Her chest was feeling very warm now. Her already tight top felt even tighter.

Her hips stopped thrusting forward. However, they started to sway side to side, rhythmically. Good thing she was behind a podium.

"Feel Ill? Let me make you feel better"

A warmth washed through her. She suddenly felt very aroused. Nothing seemed to be the cause, but was strong in her, making her speech difficult. Leslie somehow went even more red as arousal flooded into her. Her pussy clenched a couple of times with absolutely no input from her, and her nipples felt as if they were visible from the back of the crowd. She breathed heavily.

There was no way she could finish the speech like this.

"I, I, I, I," She huffed and stuttered.

"I should go."

Leslie attempted to walk offstage, but found that her legs weren't obeying her anymore; she was frozen in place. What? What was going on? She was embarrassing herself!

Her toes trembled and clenched, but she couldn't move.

"Finish your speech babe! We're all waiting!" The voice cried.

Her chest was getting even tighter. Another button popped off.

The audience was completely confused, and a bid disturbed. They looked at each other, with unease

This was completely humiliating; all that work she'd done, all those hours, were going to be undone here and now. She'd have to work for months to erase this from the public's mind.

Leslie starred in the man's direction. Somehow, he was causing this.

"Who... who are you?" she breathed. Then, she squealed a little; her top was just so tight and hot, but, no, she wasn't taking it off! Not in front of all these people!

...

Maybe just the jacket.

Leslie removed her suit jacket, and sighed a little at the instant relief.

People in the audience were confused at this. Some turned to leave. What was going on with this woman? Who was she talking to?

Her hands were becoming twitchy, as her top became tighter. She felt like she had a D cup squeezed into a B cup. Her arousal grew. She hadn't been this stimulated in years

"Uh... Leslie? Is everything ok?" The announcer asked.

"Y... Yes. I can't--Could you--Help..."

Leslie's words came out jumbled as she became increasingly unable to ignore the pressure in her tits. Her push-up bra was squeezing them together, flattening them unbearably. She groaned, and her hand went up the back of her shirt as she undid her bra.

Suddenly, her new massive, D-sized tits bounced forward. She stared in shock and horror. When had that happened?! Leslie cupped them in a desperate attempt to push them back to their previous size, but that just made the arousal even worse. Tears came to her eyes.

"Please! I need to get off the stage!"

She was about to further explain, when something else came out if her mouth instead. An orgasmic groan

Though it was fitting with feelings of arousal she had, the moan had come out involuntarily. Like she was forced.

Her hips started thrusting again, more rapidly.

Then, her hands gave the ultimate betrayal of her mind.

They grabbed the front of her bra and shirt, and tugged. Her breasts had already strained her clothing to breaking point. This little tug was all that was needed.

*RIPPP*

Her breasts popped out. Her nipes fully erect. They had become double D, and bounced almost unnaturally

"Bombs away" the voice shouted, which was mostly drowned out by the cries of shock from the audience.

Leslie screamed as her shirt and bra popped off. What was she doing?! She tried to cover herself, tried to force herself to do anything but what she was doing, but she couldn't. The humiliation was almost a physical force on her body, one that brought tears to her eyes. The weight of her boobs made her fall forward, slightly. She wasn't used to the weight--She wasn't used to the PRESSURE!

"What are you doing!?" She screamed at the man in the audience, before she groaned again. Her breasts were becoming warm again. Oh, god, what was next? What could possibly be worse than this!?

Her body began to shake her tits for the audience. She walked to the middle of the stage, bent down, and jiggled her bouncy breasts for all to see. They seemed to be getting even bigger

Her hips swayed rhythmically, as she started twirling her ass. People were yelling in outrage.

"Stop, stop, stop, stop!" She screamed, as her body moved on its own. She was sobbing openly now, desperate for some way to end this. Her tits were huge! They slapped against her ribs painfully, and felt as if they weighed thirty pounds. She couldn't even support them as she twirled.

Security was starting to come towards her, as her jiggling intensified.

And then, suddenly, her mind went blank as she climaxed. Her eyes rolled up. She shook like a leaf in a storm. Her pussy was so, so wet.

Two security guards grabbed her arms, and began to drag her off stage. Her body stopped moving on its own.

Were the changes stopping?

"What the hell are you doing" one asked, as she was being dragged off

Oh, god, was it over? Please let it be over. Her life was still ruined, but it was better than this. She heaved and sobbed as she tried to explain.

"I don't know! I, I, you saw that, right! My breasts! I! I'm so sorry!"

There was pandemonium in the audience, no one knowing what was going on.

Suddenly, the pressure returned, and worse than ever. It felt like something was... Growing inside her breasts. Something liquid. It was causing her skin to stretch. Her boobs grew even heavier as they sloshed and filled with liquid. It pressed against her skin, as if her breasts were water balloons, and caused her to wince and grunt in pain.

Her nipples were rock solid, despite not being aroused anymore. It hurt!

The weight increased as her breasts grew ridiculously huge. They pulled her to the ground! She cried out as even though she was on her hands and knees, her breasts were large enough to scrape against the ground. Her nipples left small streaks of some sort of liquid as they did. Her breasts weren't drooping at all; in fact, they were taut, like a drum.

The two guards seemed to disappear, dissolving away. It was as if the crowd had disappeared along with the guards. The humiliation left her mind and her eyes watered as her nipples bulged and quivered, as her breasts felt full to bursting. Oh, god, she couldn't take it anymore!

She fell forward, into her growing boobs. This caused the liquid to shift around painfully. They were stretching her breasts even bigger.

Meanwhile, her ass was starting to feel warm, like her boobs had been before

"STOP! OH, GOD, STOP!" she screamed out, to the empty auditorium

A voice came from the darkness. She couldn't see who it was, as no one was around. But she recognized it as the voice that heckled her.

"Feeling a bit tight there mrs?" It asked, mockingly.

Leslie screamed, and tried to crawl away, but she'd simply grown too heavy; not to mention, even the slightest scraping of her boobs felt as if it'd make them burst.

The voice from the darkness was no longer annoying, or even infuriating; it was just terrifying.

Her nipples started to extend, as if they were being tugged until they stretched. She whimpered and brought her hands to the front of her breasts to desperately try and squeeze out whatever was filling them. However, nothing came. There was no release from this hell.

They were turning red. The liquid inside her was stretching her skin to near breaking point. They were almost the size of her head.

"Let's make this a game. How long can she last" it mocked "I think I can go another two sizes? Don't you?"

Meanwhile, her ass started to involuntarily twitch and jiggle. She gasped, and turned her head over her shoulder to stare. Oh, god, it too?! It was growing, pushing against her panties!

"Well so far, I'd say your speech is going great" the voice said

"Please." She whispered. "P-Please, please, stop! It hurts! OH, GOD, IT HURTS!"

At this point, she realized that even without her arms, her breasts were so huge they could support her on their own, even if it hurt.

"What are you DOING to me!? Make it stop! Please! I'll do whatever you want!"

"What I want? Well, I guess I am... thirsty..."

Leslie was going to scream. What did that MEAN?! The combination of the non sequitur and the horrific pain clouded her mind. Her nipples were huge! They couldn't even bounce, whatever was filling them was so condensed.

Her breasts wobbled one last time. They were now larger than her head. The pain was so intense, reaching levels beyond what she could handle. Her nipples were at least 8 inches long, and hard as a rock.

Her skin was seconds away from tearing! She was going to explode!!!

And then, suddenly, release.

With the force of a fully pumped water gun, her nipples blasted out creamy white milk. To her though, the liquid blasted out of her nipples with the force of a fire hose, sending her barrelling onto her side. It hurt, but the relief made her let out a long, shuddering breath. Oh, thank god.

It wasn't over, yet, though. She could still feel her ass bulging out. It was huge, now, and though she desperately struggled to get to her feet, she still couldn't stand up. Her ass and breasts were just too huge.

After a few minutes of struggling, she eventually collapsed onto her front. That was when she really registered what just happened.

"Milk?" She asked.

"Look, I don't know what I... what I ever did to you, but, but you have toooo... toooo..."

Her mouth felt strange, and heavy, as if her tongue was too big.

Leslie brought her hands to her mouth, puzzled. What was wrong with her tongue? She could feel it against the back of her teeth.

Her breasts were still releasing a steady trickle of milk. The floor was stained white.

Before she could attempt to say anything else, she grunted in shame and horror as her ass got even bigger. The pain was indescribable; it was as if her own clothing was trying to squeeze the fat out of her! Her legs weren't any better, either.

*ripp*

A big hole split open in the back of her pants, no longer able to contain her ass. Her panties were barely holding on, as they were burrows in her enormous ass crack, like she was wearing a g-string

The remaining pants on her legs were starting to rip along the side as well.

"I'm still waiting on that drink" the voice said, laughing.

The voice continued to taunt her.

Involuntarily, her mouth opened. Her huge tongue rolled out. It was huge and thick, and far, far too big for her mouth.

And then she started moving again. Her head then involuntarily turned to the milky floor. Despite her wishes, her tongue started to lick the ground, drinking in the milk she had produced

“Oh, god!” She thought to herself. “No! NO!”

As her head moved towards the ground and began to lap up her own disgusting milk, she made strangled noises in the back of her throat as she tried to say something, anything, or at least make the milk come back up. She felt as if she was going to vomit. The milk was warm and sweet and tasty, and she hated herself even more for enjoying it.

"Yummy" the voice said

Meanwhile, her ears were starting to twitch

Eventually, she got all of the disgusting milky mixture, and started tasting the floor polish. She couldn't stop, though. She tried to pull away, but her neck wasn't working. It was as if her muscles were attached to some other brain.

Her ears felt like they were being tugged by invisible fingers. It was pulling on them so hard, it felt like they could be ripped clean off. Instead, they were stretching, lengthening.

Her ears pulled away from her head, and she let out a long, deep moan. Her deep brown hair fell down around her face. She got some on her tongue, and gagged, but she couldn't even force her mouth to spit it out.

Her fingers were feeling cold, and tingled as if the blood were draining out of them. She stared down at her hands, and gasped as they hardened and stiffened.

Her breasts were starting to slosh again. Something was filling them, and she had the sickening feeling she knew what it was.

By now, she had made the connection that whoever was... was CHANGING her had something in mind other than just enhancing her boobs and tits. She tried to ask again what was going on, but could only make grunting noises with her tongue so occupied.

Her panties shot clean off, and Leslie breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn't even been thinking about those. The pressure in her breasts, the humiliation of licking the floor had distracted her from the horrible wedgie she'd been getting.

Unfortunately, it meant that her butt must be HUGE. She FELT massive.

Her shoes were starting to snap off, too, and she could FEEL her toes stiffening. Her hands were also turning dark. She must have lost all her hair by now, by how it was falling out, and her ass was starting to itch like crazy, for reasons that made her arch her back and wince.

More of her hair was falling out, as her ears started to shift positions. Meanwhile, little ifs of hair starting growing above her ass cheeks

The voice came back to taunt her. "I bet you'd love to see yourself right now." The voice said "it's soooo funny"

A series of mirrors appeared around her, allowing her to see herself from all angles.

Leslie staired. She looked like a massive, grotesque freak! Something they'd make horror movies about! She was disgusting, and looked like some sort of horrible monster with a giant ass and tits.

Her butt was huge. Her body was practical resting on her huge breasts. There was a strange tuft of fur growing out of her butt. Her ears were long and on her side. She was half bald.

Meanwhile, two small bumps appeared on her midriff. They were starting to grow into mounds

"What do you think?" The voice asked. She stopped licking the ground.

She swallowed heavily, and discovered that she regained control of her mouth. The voice had asked her a question. What did she think?

"I thoOOOO..." She trailed off. Even though she could control her mouth, her tongue was still huge and heavy. How was she meant to speak at all!?

"I, I thOOOO... I, I think, thAAAOOOOT YOOOOU'RE insane!"

Suddenly, everything clicked. The hooves. The ears. The massive tits.

"And I am NOOOOT A COOOOOW!"

In response to this, her stomach lurched. She could feel something moving inside her belly. The horrible feeling in her stomach made her want to vomit. Something was literally moving inside of it.

"You seem to be catching on. Well, I suppose it's only fair you get to see who I am"

She could feel something alive inside her stomach, slithering around. The changes seemed to be on pause

And then, suddenly, she choked. From the stomach, the creature began to slither up her throat, almost completely blocking her air. She couldn't breathe, couldn't speak, her eyes watered as she desperately gagged on the THING that was coming up her throat. It was disgusting, and long.

It continued to travel up, through her throat… Then, out her mouth

And then she saw what it was, and let out a muffled scream. Her eyes were so wide they looked like dishes. What WAS this monster?

A long snake started to slither out of her mouth. It seemed to have a human head. It's face looked just like her. It continued to come out of her. It must have been at least 16 feet. And yet it still wasn't completely out if her

The snake turned to her "nice to meet you, in the flesh" it said

"GHHH!" She shouted, her voice muffled. And then, suddenly, she got an idea. She attempted to bite down, as hard as she possibly could, but it was no use; it was as if the snake was made of steel.

"Nice try" it laughed. "Anyway, I just wanted to see your face, now that we're at a halfway point. I must say, you really are fun. I'll be sure to keep messing with you after the changes are done. We're in this for life"

Leslie was starting to really panic, now. The lack of air plus the entire circumstance was adding up into a ball of anxiety building up within her. She was trying desperately to get on two feet, but it was too late. Her breasts and ass were far, far too heavy.

She shook from side to side, trying desperately to do something, ANYTHING, but she couldn't even roll. She was as helpless as an infant.

He winked "well, back to work"

It started to slither back down her throat. As it did so, changes started up again.

The second mounds started to grow, building up mass at an alarming rate. She had a second pair of breasts.

She gasped as she felt two new, sensitive nipples growing on her chest. Air brushed past them and made her shiver. Even though this entire situation felt like a nightmare, the sensation of air on her massive ass and her new tits reminded her that it was all too real.

The tuff of hair on her butt was lengthening. An appendage was painfully pushing it's way out. Her tail extending hurt horribly, and there was a loud crack as the bone snapped into place. The pressure of the milk in her four tits also hurt.

Pressure was building in her four breasts. The new ones were getting a ton of milk to rapidly catch up with the others

She swallowed the snake whole, as her throat was clear again. But she could still feel it twitch inside her stomach.

"MOOOOO!" She screamed, at the top of her lungs. It was no use. She could no longer call for help.

*PRRFFFT*

She let out a huge fart. Methane was building in her stomach. The fart was just insult to injury, and smelled horrific. She was starting to feel even more bloated, but she tried hard not to fart again.

Unfortunately, she'd lost control of that part of her body by now.

Her arms were gaining mass, to match her huge legs.

She was completely bald now. Leslie mooed in pain as two sharp horns burst from her skull. Her arms cracked as the bones shifted. However, the worst thing at the moment was definitely her boobs. There was way, way too much milk, and the pressure was monstrous. Her 4 breasts were close to bursting. Yet, no milk came.

The voice laughed "feeling pent up? Does someone need to be milked?"

Meanwhile, her fingers were completely black. She could barely move them, and they were completely hard.

Her breasts were still stretching. The creature changing her was deliberately not allowing milk to come

White hairs were growing all over her. She was feeling bloated

"Mooo!" She begged, but it was no use. Her fingers became completely hard and immobile. She itched horribly from the hair growth, but the idea of scratching herself with her hands was completely impossible.

Suddenly, while Leslie was trying desperately to use the floor to push the milk out, her boobs  started to press together with much more force than she could possibly muster. She let out a low moo as her four breasts squeezed tighter... and tighter…

Until they combined, and combined into one massive udder. Her four nipples were now four teats.

The udder started to migrate down her chest.

Leslie began to sob again as the reality of the situation hit her. She really had an udder, a massive one, that hurt and begged to be touched and milked, even as she hated the idea to her very core.

Her entire body shape was changing to be more cow-like as her nails hardened and she began to pack on pounds and pounds of muscle.

Her hips cracked, and started to widen. Her legs became faster apart, as her limbs shifted. She was packing up incredible weight. Her fingers were merging into a solid mass. Her toes were doing the same

Her tail started to involuntarily swish.


"Mooo," She said again. "Mooo-oo-o-o." It sounded like a cow trying to talk.

*ppffffdrrrrSPLAT"

She let out another massive fart, followed by a large cow pie. It covered the ground, as her stomach felt even more bloated.

Oh, Jesus! Leslie's face turned bright red, and her stomach hurt just from the shame of shitting all over the stage. She knew she didn't have any control of it, but she still had SOME dignity left.

Her legs started to crack, as her joints rotated. Her now breastless chest and stomach had gained a ton of weight.

Her body was almost done. She could feel it. She was almost completely a cow, and the awful snake wanted her to say something?

"We're almost at the end. Do you have anything to say. Last chance"

Her ability to talk was temporarily returned, as she let out another fart, and lost control of her bladder

If she didn't know that it was the last time she'd ever speak, she would have stayed silent. As it was:

"Change me back. Please, oh, god, change me back! I don't want to be a cow! I DON'T WANT TO BE A COW!"

"But you're already turning into one. Besides, you have a great life coming. You'll get to spend your life eating grass and being milked. And have baby calfs" it said, laughing.

Her face started to push forward. Her mistrals were widening. Her vagina was shifting location, a sensation that was both painful and incredibly arousing. Black splotches were growing. And she still needed to be milked

"No. No! NO! NOOOOO! MOOOOO!"

She screamed and mooed as her face pushed outward into a muzzle, sealing her ability to talk forever. Her nostrils widened, giving her a disgusting reminder of how she'd pissed all over the place. Her vagina moved, and she shook as she felt tingles of arousal move from her clit.

Her udders still ached horribly for someone's touch. And she hadn't stopped mooing, in the desperate hope someone, anyone would come to help.

"MOOOO! MOO! MOOOOOOO. MOOOO!"

Her face continued to extend into a muzzle. Her eyes shifted to the side of her face. Her hooves were complete, as her skeleton finished shifting.

"Milking time for the cow" the voice said

She felt something come out of her mouth again, this time fast. She choked again as the snake burst from her mouth, and tried to protest, but she couldn't say a word. She couldn't even cough to try and dislodge it, or scratch at her throat. She felt entirely helpless in this uncomfortable position.

The snake remerged from her mouth, blocking her now bovine throat. However, this time, the snake had four heads.

Her body began to move without her. Her cow legs stood up as high as she could, allowing the snakes easy access to her udder

The four snakes extended down to her udder. Each bit onto one of her teets. They had sharp bites, but not enough to cut.

However, all of that went out of her mind when she stood up, and the snake bit onto her udder, and started milking all of her teats at once.

They started tanking in her teets, releasing milk. Her tail continued to swish uncontrolled. She was having trouble breathing with the four snakes coming out of her

The milk was pulled out of her and caused an almost orgasmic feeling of pleasure as her nipples were pulled over and over and over again. The pinch hurt, but it was nothing compared to the release of all her milk. Feeling the liquid move through her breasts and out was very strange, but good. Her eyes shut involuntarily. She mooed softly, though it was muffled.

The milking seemed to continue for about a minute. As the snakes sucked out the milk, she could feel it entering her cow stomach. Almost as if she was the one drinking it. Somehow, Leslie felt even more bloated as she was filled with her own milk. Her massive, swollen red udder shrunk to the size of a normal cow udder, and she was just left with an uncomfortable pinch on her teats.

Her udder was empty, yet the snakes continued to yank. With the pleasurable feeling of release one, Lesslie realized how much it hurt.

"Now that was good" The voice said "going to have to come back for seconds later. But for now... There's still a few things left to do"

The snakes retreated and breakneck speeds back into her mouth. They tickled her throat as they slithered back into her stomach.

Leslie panted slightly as the snake left her teats and went back into her mouth. She felt somehow exhausted. It had been a lot, becoming a cow, and all the disgusting things she had done, and now that she had drank a lot of milk, she mostly wanted to have a nap.

"Let's get you someplace else. A stage is no place for a cow"

Her legs began to move on there own, walking forward to the edge of the stage. She was going. To walk right off!!! But she couldn't stop!!!

She tried to force her muscles to move the other way, to stop, but her body had other ideas. She couldn't even slow down.

“MOOOO!” she protested, as she came to the end.

Her body fell off the edge. But rather then hit the ground, she seemed to warp away.

She was standing in the middle of a grassy field. She had no idea how she got there. It was so fast.

She couldn't even look around in confusion before the voice started speaking again.  "Now, let's get you some good to go with your drink"

Get her something to eat? It didn't mean... oh, no. Her head was forced to look down to the grass. Her mouth involuntarily opened, to take a bite.

She felt herself bending over to eat some grass. Oh, god, no.

She pulled it up and chewed, and internally, her human self scrunched up her eyes and heaved. It was bitter and stringy and disgusting, but it was as if her body was no longer listening to her. She tried to spit it out, but her cow body swallowed it instead.

Her body went down for another bite, this time, getting clumps of dirt swallowed along with the grass.

Ugh. Somehow, the dirt tasted even worse than the grass, even though her body was eating it like candy. She kept trying to spit it out, but it was no use at all. It was like her body was taking orders from another brain.

As she ate, an older looking man approached her

"Wohh, there. How'd you get away from the farm there little lady" the man asked. "Let's take you back"

She tried to moo at him, to somehow communicate that something was wrong, but she couldn't do anything but look at him with giant black eyes.

She started to follow the man, as he walked towards a farm house in the distance. She was chewing the cud in her mouth as she walked.

Oh, god, she was a cow, now. She didn't want to be a cow, but there was nothing she could do. The snake had made its decision.

Leslie tried to mentally curl into a little ball and pretend that she didn't even exist.

--

What was this strange creature? How did it have such power?

Though Leslie never discovered these answers (despite being mocked by it as a cow for the rest of her life) she was far from the only victim of this strange species...