Moonstone - Chapter 5
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A few minutes after Duncan stripped off his wife Sidney's silver necklace and swore off silver forever, the changes were becoming apparent.  He could feel the breasts growing under his shirt, and his nipples were already trying to poke through.  Watching TV with his wife was not nearly enough of a distraction, and by the time the show was over, two round bumps pressed out through Duncan's shirt, straining the buttons slightly.

Sidney looked over at her husband and sighed.  "You're going to need more support.  And if you're stuck like this, some more bras in your size."

"I'm not stuck," Duncan huffed.

"Could have fooled me... why did this happen, anyway?"

Duncan stared at the horizon where the full Moon had risen two weeks before.  "Something to do with the full Moon, I'm pretty sure.  That's when the Moonstone is strongest, so it stands to reason it can change my base form...  But what was it?"  He got up, fetched his nursing bra from the bedroom, and put it on.  "See, it's a perfect fit."

Sidney had followed him in.  "Which proves?"

"I'm not sure.  I only was like this the night before and the night of the full Moon.  So... something to do with moonrise, the instant of the true full Moon, or..."

"Or?" Sidney prompted, after a too-long silence.

"When I looked at the Moon - really looked at it, while charging the Moonstone.  Something happened, I'm not really sure what... but I felt the Moon so strongly.  It had to be then.  I need to get a new bra."

"That's what I said earlier.  One's not going to cut it."

"No, a custom one.  A 48A nursing bra, something that'll hide under my shirt at work."

Sidney looked off into the distance for a moment.  "Yeah, I've never seen a 48A anything, never mind a nursing bra.  Custom's your only hope."

They called around, but of the handful of places in the phonebook that did custom work, none were open on a Saturday.  An older woman named Pauline did answer the phone as her shop was also her home, but couldn't see Duncan before Tuesday.  Which was for the best, as he figured he'd be unable to change back before then, anyway.


Monday morning arrived.  Duncan still had C-cup breasts, and needed regular pumping.  Sidney took one look at him in his bra and work trousers, and burst out laughing.   "How are you going to hide those?  A bulky coat like you used this weekend would be... odd, in the office all day."

Duncan mock-pouted at his wife.  "I bought a tension bandage yesterday.  If I wrap it tight enough, not much should show..."

Sidney winced, and covered her own ample bosom in sympathy.  "Really?"

"Yeah."  Duncan started winding the bandage, nice and tight.  It did more or less do the job, compressing his chest into a credible shape.  "As long as I don't stretch, I'll be OK.  I think.  I'll come home for lunch, and pump."

By Tuesday night, Duncan was utterly exhausted by that routine.  He rushed home and straight into the bedroom.  Shirt, bandage and bra were off in a flash, and he was standing in front of the Moonstone when Sidney found him.

"You're going to want to pump first," she commented dryly while gesturing to his leaking breasts.  "I doubt it'll work well without proper nipples."

Duncan closed the Moonstone box's slats with a sigh.  "You're right, of course."  Twenty minutes of pumping and ten of agonizingly slow Moonstone changes later, Duncan was back to his 'normal' self.  He sighed softly with relief.

"Are you really going to go through with this?" Sidney inquired.  "You barely made it two days."

"That's why I need to go to Pauline's tonight," Duncan replied.  "A better-sized bra plus the Moonstone to shape me to fit it and I won't need that damn bandage."

"Fine, go," Sidney grumped.  "I'll keep some dinner warm for you.  At least take a few minutes to play with Courtney before you go."


Pauline looked completely unlike she sounded.  The Slavic-accented old woman's voice went with a doddery little old woman in Duncan's mind...  About the only thing that matched the reality was Pauline's silvery hair.  She was tall and slim, with remarkably few wrinkles and a youthful twinkle to her clear blue eyes.

"Hi," mumbled Duncan after a moment too long.  "I'm Duncan, we talked earlier..."

"Come in, come in.  The gentleman who wanted a... size 48A nursing bra."  Duncan nodded as she looked him over appraisingly.  "Which is pretty much your size, not your wife's, ya?"

"Um, well..."  Duncan stammered, then sighed and nodded again.  "I need one that fits me."

Pauline nodded back then nodded briskly.  "Shirt off, let's get your measurements."

Duncan complied, and stood uncomfortably for Pauline's brisk but very thorough series of measurements.

"A hair over a 47," Pauline mused.  "The A is at least close, though.  It's almost as if you actually had small breasts...  How unusual."  Duncan took a quick glance at his chest.  Drat, it was true.  It had been a few hours since he'd 'restored' himself, and he was already reverting a bit.

Pauline broke him out of his introspection with her next query.  "So what do you need this bra for?"

Duncan shot her a guilty look and stalled.  Should he tell her?  Could he tell her, what with the 'magic censorship' principle?  The latter decided him - he was curious what would happen if he tried to tell someone unfamiliar with magic.  "I'll use a magic artifact to transform my chest to fit it, so I can nurse my son but still hide my breasts at work."

"So you'll need something durable, then." Pauline replied, matter-of-factly.  "More than one, ya?"

Duncan nodded uncertainly.  "Uh... yes.  Two.  At least two.  Start with that - I'll need at least one within the week."

Pauline jotted a few notes.  "That will be fine.  I can show you a few styles... you'll want them in nude, ya?"

"Wait... what did you hear me say I needed them for?"

Pauline looked at him blankly for a moment, then said with the slightest hint of a suppressed grin, "That you wanted to share the experience of breast feeding, and needed something to help."

Duncan sighed disappointedly.  "Oh."

"Zo.  It's about this big," she held up forefinger and thumb a bit over an inch apart, "silvery-grey, glows like the Moon, likes costumes..."

Duncan blinked in confusion.  "Yes... wait, what?"

Pauline's grin lit up her face and she laughed.  "I've run across it before.  The other custom fitters won't handle the strange requests, and know I will.  Three customers I know of for sure, and several others I suspect.  One was even kind enough to let me use it."  She pirouetted to show off her trim body.  "I had to re-tailor my entire wardrobe, but I love it."

Duncan nodded appreciatively.  "You do good work."

There were dozens of styles of bra to choose from.  Duncan settled on a very plain strapless style that would be easy to hide, especially as Pauline had a fabric that very closely matched his skin tone.  All the while, though, he was wondering how he would talk his wife into letting the Moonstone change her...

"Now on to the matter of paying.  I'm afraid I have a policy of full payment in advance for work this... custom."  Pauline spread her hands apologetically.  "I hope you understand."

Duncan smiled understandingly.  "I can well imagine.  It's not like anyone else will want such a weird size."

"It's terrible.  The worst is the matched set of size 42 bras from J through P cup."

Duncan couldn't keep the fascination from his face or voice.  "Good grief.  How big is that?"

"Pay up front for three of those bras you need, and I'll throw in one of the 42s."

Duncan laughed.  "You drive a hard bargain.  Done.  I hope you take credit cards... this is not going to be good for the budget after last month."

He ended up with a bright pink, sequined 42L bra tucked under his arm.  Pauline was holding the bigger ones back for another order, he suspected.  "How am I going to get a 42 on, though?" he muttered, mostly to himself.

Pauline laughed.  "I knew it."  She jotted an address down on the back of one of her business cards, and handed it to Duncan.  "Try this place.  They sell catsuits, not expensive.  You want something lightweight but stretchy.  No patterns, just plain."

"Patterns?"  Duncan asked bemusedly, while reading the address.  It wasn't far, and hopefully they were still open...

"Oh, you haven't..."  Pauline grinned mysteriously.  "Trust me - no patterns!  I'll call you when the first bra is ready, likely Friday."


The shop Pauline had directed him to was open quite late, Duncan discovered.  She'd also left off part of the name, the bit about 'Adventurous Adults'.  Still, the place looked tasteful enough from the outside.  Inside was a different matter - it was still tastefully decorated, but the displays were all manner of adult toys and sexy clothing.  Pauline was right, though - there was large selection of nylon and lycra catsuits, in everything from basic blacks and nudes to fishnets and more exotic patterns.  Duncan lingered over one with a gorgeous tiger-stripe pattern, but remembered Pauline's emphatic admonition and picked up the a basic skin-tone one instead.  He was a bit puzzled not to find sizes on them, but the clerk reassured him that they were 'one size fits all'.  He was skeptical of that until the clerk showed him just how far it would stretch, and claimed "heck, it would even fit you with room to spare!"

Returning home with his prizes in a discreet brown bag, Duncan was quite disappointed to find that the moon had already set for the night.

Wednesday was little better - his breasts had grown about half-way back overnight, so Duncan had to use the bandage once more.  Fortunately, it didn't need to be as confining as on the previous days.  He came home at lunch to pump, and since the moon was up, he took the time to change back as well.  It wasn't quite as painfully slow as Tuesday night, but it still took about five minutes.

Once he was home again, dinner eaten, and his daughter Courtney played with, bathed, and put to bed... there was a bit under an hour to go before moonset.  Duncan looked at the Moonstone box, the little brown bag beside it, and his list of moonset times.  He might be able to squeeze in one change, but he wouldn't have time to change back.  Probably not the best time to play...

Thursday evening Duncan was glad he hadn't had to worry about coming home to pump or change.  His breasts had grown a tiny bit, but were easily dealt with by a short bask in Moonstone light upon returning home.  Still, by the time everything was done, there wasn't really much time to play.  Maybe 15 minutes if he was lucky...  He sighed at the closed box once more, and went back to the living room to watch something mindless with his wife.

Friday, however...

Duncan closed his daughter's door behind him, after having read her a bedtime story, and sung her a lullaby.  He waited outside the door for a moment, to reassure himself she was asleep, or at least quiet.   Next he peeked in on his wife, watching some TV show about cooking.  Then he stole off to the bedroom, opened the Moonstone's box, and stripped under its pale glow.

First out of the bag was the catsuit.  It was indeed as stretchy as advertised, and even before he had it fully on, Duncan could see the effect it was having on his legs.  They were slimmer, and... decidedly more feminine.  He shrugged, and wriggled into the rest of it.  As he watched, the catsuit contracted around his swiftly slimming figure - with his whole body covered, it didn't take long at all.  The catsuit went from tight, to merely snug, to a perfect fit.  Duncan moved around experimentally, delighting at how light and lithe his body felt.  He danced his way over to the mirror, then stared, amazed.  A dancer was looking out at him, of slender build with only modest swells for breasts.  He bounced up and down a few times, and they barely moved - even without support.

"How light am I?" he wondered aloud, and marveled anew at his voice.  It wasn't like the one he'd had as 'Donna', it was softer, lighter.  Duncan darted out of the bedroom and down the hall to the main bathroom.  He hopped up on the scale, and waited impatiently for the number to display.  "Wow..." he breathed when it displayed.  Not only was he less than half his normal weight, he was into the double digits of pounds.

He startled to hear his wife's voice from the doorway.  "Courtney, you're supposed to be in bed..."  He turned as his wife stepped into the room.  Their eyes met.  His widened with surprise as he realized he was looking up at her.  Hers did as well.  "You're not... who are you?"

Duncan gave her a half-hearted wave.  "Hi, sweetie.  It's me."

Sidney blinked.  "You... but...  Duncan?  How?"

"The Moonstone, of course."

"But you're tiny!"

Duncan tugged at the catsuit he was wearing.  "I got this, it stretches enough that I can fit into it."

She peered over his shoulder at the number on the scale.  "Ninety five pounds?  That's impossible."

Duncan laughed.  "It can turn me into a girl, or turn all my limbs into breasts, and a bit of weight loss is impossible?"

"OK, OK.  But it's still impressive.  I wish..."

Duncan offered up his best smile.  "Once the baby is born, you could."

Sidney shook her head.  "No.  Just... no."

Duncan followed her back to the living room, and spent the ad-breaks of her show trying to talk her into it.  By the time it was over, he'd made no progress at all.  And then he realized...  "Oh bother.  The Moon has set."

Sidney looked confused at the slender female cuddled up against her.  "Which means?"

"I'm stuck like this until early tomorrow afternoon."

Sidney laughed.  "Figures.  Well, that means more of the bed for me tonight..."