Muffin scooped the Book of Body up into her arms and slunk over to the hallway door. Peering out of it, she saw Rusty sampling something from the pots in the kitchen while RK sat at the table, facing away from her.
“How do you like it?” RK asked, “its my special sauce.”
Neither of them was looking at her. Neither of them could stop her. This was her perfect chance. It was her only chance.
Every last one of her brain cells fired. Muffin tried to imagine RK, stuck in her own, current situation and a crude image formed in her mind of a skunk laying on its belly in the henhouse as a huge egg began to press its way out of its crotch. The details were fuzzy, but it was the best Muffin could do, so it would have to work.
“Gestate”
RK leaped up, knocking his chair away. It felt like a hammer had just slammed into his crotch as his cock and balls painfully sucked inwards. By the time RK had managed to stand up, her warping flesh had already formed into a tight, wet cunt while two pert breasts pushed out of her chest.
Yolk began filling RK’s womb as her new egg rapidly took shape. RK could only stand there in shock as she felt a hard, heavy mass pressing down on her cervix, causing her new female anatomy to descend down into her pelvis as tight connective tissues strained against her spine. The new girl wasn’t used to all of this weight pulling down on her back and began crouching down as her chest leaned forward.
RK tried reaching for the table to steady herself, but before she could make it, fire lanced through her stomach as her first contraction slammed caused the egg to slam down into her cervix, painfully squishing it against her hip.
“Ahhhh!” Rk let out a high pitched, anguished cry. Hours of labor were compressed into a single second as the oversized egg raced down her birth canal, tearing through delicate flesh as it did so.
RK felt the egg pressing down into her pelvis, pushing up against her thighs and forcing her legs apart. She felt straining muscles and ligaments pulling her back forward. She felt herself losing control of her body as the new sensations overwhelmed her mind. She knew she couldn’t stay standing, so she thrust her arms out in front of her while leaning forward on her legs, trying to fall as gracefully as she could.
She made a hard landing on her forearms, the force of the fall causing her breasts and belly to jiggle painfully below her. Muscles kept straining as the egg moved lower and lower. A hard, blunt object pressed into the back of her vaginal opening as it began to stretch around it.
A small wet spot appeared in the crotch of RK’s pants as the egg made contact, followed by a wet bulge pushing out as the fabric strained to contain it.
The Book of Divination was squished in between her new breasts and her shirt, but RK knew that the only thing it could do right now was to tell her of the full horror that awaited her. She hadn’t heard a spell cast, which meant that reality was going to change. She could only imagine that somehow Muffin had got the Book of Body, that Muffin had somehow done this to her, that Muffin had no idea how badly the auditor was going to fuck them.
Looking up, RK saw the Book of Beast sitting on the edge of the table. She wasn’t sure if she had the time – or ability – to fix this before paradox hit, but she tried reaching up towards it nonetheless.
Unfortunately, RK quickly discovered that the egg now firmly wedged into the gap in her pelvis had locked her lower body in place. Her legs were stuck spread at a 90 degree angle, positioned in the only way that allowed them to coexist with the egg pressed between them – she couldn’t close them, couldn’t move them forward or backwards. She couldn’t even bend her back without the feeling of spine pressing into hard shell. RK’s new, feminine body was rooted in place on its elbows and knees.
RK could only stare at her arm, stretched out towards the Book of Beast but unable to ever reach it, and lament over what the auditor was going to do to her. And she didn’t have to wait long until she saw her hands shrinking back into her arm as white feathers pushed out, replacing her black fur.
“No!” RK thought, “Not this! I have to do something!”
But there was nothing she could do to help herself. The only thing she could do was to push, to struggle, to do everything she could to bear down on the egg stretching her birth canal until it came free and relieved her body of its new burden.
Muffin watched from behind as RK’s clothing disappeared, revealing a white, glistening eggshell pressed into a thin ring of flesh. She heard RK cry out in pain, saw RK’s tail begin to shrink down into her butt, saw RK’s black fur slowly be replaced with downy white feathers.
Muffin was exhausted. Between laying her own egg and casting the spell she barely had the energy to keep her eyes open. But it had worked. RK was laying an egg and would have no choice but to fix both of them.
Muffin laid her head down onto the bed of straw that was forming around her. She pressed her beak between the fibers as the house around her converted in a large henhouse. The last thing that she saw as she drifted into blackness was the Book of Body evaporating into nothingness.