Moonstone - Chapter 9
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Duncan and Sidney lay cuddled together in bed, both back in their 'normal' forms.  Both were still quite sweaty.

"Mmmm," purred Sidney.  "We should do that more often."

"Yeah," agreed Duncan with a gusty sigh.  "Maybe Mom and Dad will let Courtney sleep over next full Moon, too."

"Not exactly what I meant, but I can see the advantages..."

"You certainly sounded like you enjoyed that body."

"Yup.  Almost too much.  It is a bit weird to think of you making love to someone other than me, though."

Duncan rolled to face his wife.  "Wait... you're jealous of that other body?"

Sidney thought about that for a while.  "Not exactly... it's more, what if you like her more than me?  I know how you are about breasts."

"But they're both you."  Duncan touched her forehead.  "Same person in here, and that's what counts."

"So you'd still love me if I wore a pair of your shorts and that stone turned me into a guy?"  Sidney inquired.

"Well, I'd probably want to go female if you did, but yeah."

Sidney sucked in a soft breath. "Really?  That might actually be fun.  Once, anyway.  Hm.  Would you still love me if I was crippled?"

"Of course!" Duncan replied without hesitation. "Though the Moonstone could likely fix that.  Or for that matter, could let us test it."

"Sorry?"  Sidney looked genuinely puzzled.

"Press a bra-cup over each arm, each leg..."

Sidney's eyes went as wide as saucers.  "I'd be totally helpless."

"Not quite," Duncan related, matter-of-factly.  "I could still inchworm my way around.  But if you took it further, turned into just a giant breast..."

"Wait... you tried this?"

Duncan blushed so brightly Sidney could feel the heat from it on her face.  "Well, the first time was sort of an accident.  I was trying to turn my hands halfway into breasts and got a bit carried away."

"Hands halfway into... what?" asked Sidney, weakly.

"Here, let me show you."  Ignoring Sidney's bewildered look, Duncan scooped up the big pink bra from the end of the bed and thrust his hands inside.  After a brief wait, he pulled them back out again.  "See?"  He wiggled fleshy orbs at Sidney.  "Hm.  Overshot a bit.  I was going for something a bit more mitteny."

"But... what... why would you do such a thing?"

Duncan shrugged.  "Mostly... because it feels good."  He traced a 'hand' delicately over his wife's hip, up her side, and to the sensitive bit of her neck that always made her shudder.  Sidney moaned softly, and Duncan leaned in to kiss her then murmured.  "Imagine a whole body, nothing but breast-flesh..."

"OK," Sidney panted.  "I'll do it."  She lay back as Duncan moved away, waiting for... what was he waiting for?  "Duncan?"  She giggled when she saw how he was fumbling with his nearly useless breast-hands, trying to pull the straps up his... legs?  "Um, honey, where are your legs?"

Duncan looked over at her, then back at the breasts where his knees should have been.  "They're... well, breasts, mostly."  He gave another tug, and the burgeoning breasts moved closer to his buttocks.

"Wait!  No getting rid of your cute bum," Sidney cried.

Duncan dropped the straps.  "But... OK, I think I can work around that.  Two big breasts and a bum.  I'll need help with the next bit, though."

"Um... next bit?"

Duncan wiggled his body free of the bra.  "Yeah.  Put the bra over my shoulders and press down."

Sidney picked up the bra, and just stared at it in wonder.  "But that'd change you..."

"Into a happy fun ball - boobs, bum and some fun bits if you're careful."

"No head?" asked Sidney, weakly.

"More fun if you're all boob."  Duncan replied, simply.

Sidney put one hand into a bra-cup, experimentally.  "But... breathing?"

Her husband just shrugged.  "It's magic.  I've tested, it's safe."

Sidney hummed softly, distracted by how good her left arm was feeling now that it was half breast.  Duncan noticed what was going on, and just watched speechlessly as his wife finished turning her arm into a breast.

"So hot... but why are you doing this to yourself?"  He reached out a breastified hand to brush over the transformed limb, pushing the bra out of the way and stroking the new breast gently.  Sidney cooed in pleasure.

"Do the other one!" she demanded.

Duncan was getting the hang of using his breast-hands to grip things, and with only a little fumbling managed to get the bra-cup onto Sidney's right hand.  While her right arm vanished, Duncan caressed all three of Sidney's breasts.  He spent most of his time touching the new, much bigger one on her shoulder, though. Sidney didn't object.  Nor did she object when the bra fell to the wayside and Duncan started playing with both of her arm-breasts.

One thing led to another, and before long Duncan discovered that putting a fresh condom on with breast-hands was basically impossible.  It didn't take him long to find the T-shirt he'd used earlier to resume his normal (non-breasted) form.  He wasn't watching all that closely, and once he'd wriggled into it he soon realized he'd got it on backward...

"Duncan?  Are you OK?"  Sidney watched her husband's struggling form with growing concern.  His arms weren't bending the right way any more, and pretty soon he gave up on fixing his mistake.  He didn't answer her - he tried, but his face wasn't working right any more.  Mostly because it had smoothed away into nothing, and was now covered in curly hair...  He was careful to hide that fact from her.

A few minutes later, Duncan was back to normal and patting his body down to make sure of that.  "Wow.  Uh, sorry about that.  Got the shirt on backwards.  On the plus side, I think I've proven that you can go a while without a mouth and not suffer any ill effects..."

Sidney just stared at him.  Duncan got a bit unnerved by that look, and shucked off the T-shirt.  He turned around at the end of the bed, noting, "See?  That was a bit... inconvenient, but everything's back to normal now."

"Inconvenient!  That was the most disturbing thing I've ever seen." Sidney ranted.  "I was terrified!"

Duncan climbed back up on to the bed and cuddled up beside his wife.  "Shh, it's OK.  I'm fine."  He wrapped his arms around her, gently stroking her back with his hands.  This had the not entirely unintended side effect of brushing his arms over her new arm-breasts.

"I'm not fine," Sidney sniffed.  "I just want...  I want..."  She shuddered as he pulled one arm back, brushing it across an enormous breast.  His fingerpads traced lazy spirals towards the nipple.  "Stop that!"

"Stop what?" asked Duncan, innocently.  "I believe I have blanket permission to touch your breasts."  He teased the nipple gently, grinning as it stiffened.  "And I know you're enjoying it."

Sidney relaxed against her husband with a sigh.  "You're right.  That just feels too damn good.  Ready to finish what you started?"

Duncan grinned broadly.  "The sex, or the turning into a happy fun boob?"  He continued the gentle teasing of his wife's newest nipples.

"Oooh, keep that up and I'll let you do both."

"Really?"  Duncan perked up... in more ways than one.

Sidney glanced down and licked her lips.  "Looks like that idea got someone's attention.  Does the idea of turning me into a boob turn you on that much?"

Duncan nodded slowly.  "Almost as much as the idea of turning me into a boob-toy.  Is... is that OK?  I mean, I know it's kind of weird."

Sidney smiled at him encouragingly.  "Weird is fun.  Though... what is the point in turning you into a boob?  You're the one with the breast fetish."

"Exactly!"

"So, answer me this, sweetie... what am I supposed to do with a husband that's turned himself into a boob?"

"Oh," replied Duncan, crestfallen.  "I guess I hadn't really thought it through."

Sidney wiggled a shoulder at her husband, making the attached breast jiggle fetchingly.  "Hey, don't stop.  That's better.  Mmmm...  Um, right.  Where the heck did that condom get to, anyway?"

Discussions as to who was going to turn into what got rather sidetracked about then...

It had already been a busy night, so it was not surprising when Duncan's renewed vigor began to flag.  Sidney was a bit disappointed at first, then came up with a plan.  "Sweetie, my legs are just getting in the way in this position.  Would you be a dear and..."

She didn't even get to finish the suggestion before the bra was pressed against a knee.  Duncan and Sidney both watched in fascination as her leg disappeared into the cavernous cup... and Duncan grew harder than ever.  He found the energy to pick up the pace a bit when he moved the bra to her other leg.  Before long, Sidney was limbless and loving it!

So was Duncan - he was thrusting away at his immobilized wife for all he was worth, the vanishing of her limbs replaying over and over in his mind.  At that pace, neither could last long, nor did they... Sidney's screech and Duncan's satisfied moan came almost together, then he collapsed onto his wife's quite cushiony body.

A little later, he rolled to the side, and started to snore.  Sidney chuckled softly to herself.  Usually Duncan was a little more considerate, but as she rested in the afterglow of more orgasms than she could count, she had to admit to herself that he'd earned it, and then some.

It was when she tried to pull the covers up over her cooling body that she realized what a pickle that left her in...  "Duncan.  Wake up!  Sweetie, I love you very much and this was a lot of fun, but I want my arms and legs back now.  Duncan...  Duncan!  Oh, bother."  She sighed, and closed her eyes.  Surely the cold would wake him up before too long, and she felt way too good to really worry about... about... zzz.

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BEEP.  BEEP.  BEEP.

Sidney groaned.  Her husband's alarm was going off.  He must have forgotten to turn it off for the weekend.  She tried to roll over to his side to reach for it, but couldn't.  It took her a while to figure out why her limbs wouldn't work... and why they felt so good rubbing helplessly against the sheets.  "Crap!  It's morning... the moon, has the moon set?  Duncan, I don't want to be stuck like this!"

The beeping stopped, and Duncan rolled tiredly toward his wife.  "You look amazing.  Why would you want to change?"  He started gently rubbing one of the breasts that had replaced her legs.

"Duncan!  I can't even go to the bathroom by myself.  Courtney's coming home today, what do we tell her?  What do we tell your parents?  Ooooh, that feels so good... I guess I can claim a migraine, they'd buy that...  Mmmm, don't stop."

Duncan leaned down and kissed her on the cheek, while both hands kept busy.  "So I can leave you like this for the day?"

Sidney whimpered a bit, then shuddered under Duncan's ministrations.  "It's not like you have a choice.  I'm stuck like this until moonrise, right?  Oh, God, that's the spot..."  She arched her back and bucked her hips.

Duncan whispered in her ear, "If you could choose... today stuck in bed, as a," he paused to emphasize the next words, "fuck-toy, or back to normal.  What would it be?"  His hands stroked slow circles around her leg-breasts.

"I...  Ooooh.  I..."  Sidney stared into Duncan's eyes, and then smiled with relief.  "Stop teasing me."  Duncan pulled back a bit, moving his hands away from her tempting breasts.  "You can change me back, can't you.  It's not morning."

Duncan chuckled softly.  "Busted.  I set the alarm for 2am before I opened up the Moonstone's box."

"Oh thank God." Sidney said with a long, heartfelt sigh.

"So that's back to normal, is it?"

Sidney nodded vigorously.  "I need to clean up and pee.  I need arms and legs for that."

Duncan wrapped her up in her bathrobe, stroking her gently.  "You were thinking about it, though."

"You were very... persuasive."

Duncan traced his fingers along Sidney's lengthening arms.  "Think I can persuade you to try happy-fun-boob form once you're all cleaned up?"

Sidney waited until her arms and legs were all back in working order, then she gave her husband a hug.  "Not tonight."

"Next month, then?"

Sidney chuckled at the wheedling tone in his voice.  "We'll see.  The leg thing was my favourite, I'll let you do that again anytime.  But right now, the bathroom calls.  You should clean up, too."

Duncan nodded.  He closed up the Moonstone's box, grabbed his robe, and padded down the hall to the main bathroom.  The full Moon glowed through the skylight, a cold beam of light slanting against the wall.  After washing up, Duncan got an impish grin on his face and stepped into the beam.  He turned to face the Moon, and said "Thank you."

Then the full force of the Moon's gaze caught his mind, and pulled it down into darkness.

This time, the daydream was different.  The normal events of a boringly normal month in his normal form flickered by, but Duncan's attention wasn't on that.  He could feel something else... an emotional undertone to the dream.  It was as if the Moon was disappointed in him, or... regretting he was going away?  Dream-Duncan laughed, and shook his head.  "Oh, I'm not done with all this yet."

An image of Duncan's body stood before him, looking... normal.  "After all that... <heh>  I suppose I am normal now.  For once.  Hm.  Is that the problem?  You don't like it if I'm not changed?"

Duncan reached out, touching the mole near the center of his image's chest.  "How about something little?  Move this a bit, make it... oh, make it look like the Moon!"  A blast of happiness washed out the image, and then Duncan was standing in his bathroom again, leaning against the wall of the shower.  The Moon didn't seem to have moved far, he was still in the beam.

Duncan shook his head.  "How odd," he muttered to himself, then padded back to the bedroom and his warm, cozy bed.