Moonstone - Chapter 23
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Gwen and Donna bounced off the stage, giggling like schoolgirls.  They were met at the green room door by Rowan.  Her stern-faced gaze froze them in their tracks.

"Hannah has complained to me that you are ignoring her schedule."

Gwen and Donna exchanged guilty looks.

"But she never puts us on together," protested Gwen.

"And her rotations are boring," Donna added.  "Alphabetical order, every day."

Rowan sighed theatrically.  "I know.  But she is the senior dancer, and the one responsible for the list.  If you want to change it, ask her.  Don't just go on willy-nilly."

"But..."

"No buts.  I don't want to deal with a discipline issue.  And you really don't want me dealing with it."  Rowan's frosty tone of voice brooked no dissent.

"Yes Ma'am."  Gwen and Donna chorused contritely.

Rowan relaxed a little, smiled, and shooed them off.

When they approached Hannah about scheduling their dances together she refused.  "Tonight's schedule is set.  I'm not changing it again."

"Please?  We'll just dance together in our allotted slots."

"No.  The others are complaining about how you hog the stage."

"Aww..."

"Why didn't you turn her into the catgirl instead?" muttered Gwen as they walked away.

"Eh.  She'd just become a sour-puss," replied Donna, making a face.

"How about a mannequin, then?"

They both laughed.  Still, they kept the peace and danced separately.  It was the first time Donna had danced alone in a month.  She did her best, but it just wasn't the same.

As soon as Hannah left, Gwen dragged Donna up onto stage with her for her very next set.  Donna grinned, and went along eagerly.  They had a blast.

Afterward, Gwen dragged Donna over to the mirrors.  "We need to touch up your makeup.  You've got a bit of a five o'clock shadow starting to show."

Donna looked down at her arms.  Fine, dark hair was starting to show there, too.  "Bother.  I knew it was too long before the first quarter Moon."

Gwen stopped dusting foundation on Donna's face.  "Why does that matter?"

Donna shrugged.  "Same as last quarter - as we get close to it the changes fade slower and slower."

"So," Gwen mused, "Hannah can can take her silver off soon?"

"Tuesday.  If she takes it off then, she won't change back.  Is she the only one left?  I noticed all the others here tonight were normal again."

Gwen finished up Donna's foundation layer, and started adding some blush.  "Yeah.  She won the pot a few days before the new moon.  Turns out it's really easy to forget it's the silver keeping you big."

Donna laughed wryly.  "She has her faults, but Hannah is certainly focussed.  I'm not quite sure what she's focussed on, exactly."

Gwen shrugged.  "She wants to grow up to be a feature stripper.  Or go into porn.  Seems that way, anyway.  And with the breasts she has now..."

"Ah.  Yeah, that'd do it."

"Do you think she'd be able to look at the moon and get the same deal I did?"

"A permanent change?  Knowing her, yeah, I wouldn't doubt it."

Gwen finished up Donna's makeup.  "There.  You look almost presentable now."

Donna looked at herself in the mirror.  "Wow.  You're really good at this."

Gwen laughed.  "I've had years more practice than you have."

Donna snorted. "Isn't that the truth.  Thanks.  I guess I can finish the night after all."

"You better!  I'm having a crutch-burning party tonight."

"Cool.  I wouldn't want to miss... wait, didn't you have metal crutches?"

Gwen grinned wickedly.  "Aluminum burns if you mix it with enough iron oxide."

"Wait... you turned your crutches into thermite?"

"Yup!"

"I am so not missing that!" Donna exclaimed excitedly.

"You are such a guy."

Obviously, there was no way Rowan would let Gwen do her crutch-burning anywhere near the club.  So Gwen, Kate, Jenna and Donna decamped to Gwen's apartment.  Gwen complained on the way about how she'd had to give up a top-floor place to get a ground floor apartment because of the crutches, and now she was wishing she could swap back.

On the plus side, Gwen's ground-floor apartment had access to a fire pit.  Which was where all the girls gathered around a surprisingly small flowerpot full of grey powder.  Sticking out of it was a long strand of touch paper.

Gwen offered Donna a lighter.  "You're the one that got me off those damn crutches.  You get the honours."

Donna sparked up the lighter, then asked.  "Aren't we a bit close?"

"That's why there's ten feet of fuse.  It'll give us time to get back inside."

Kate and Jenna exchanged alarmed looks, and headed back into Gwen's apartment before Donna even touched the fuse.  Gwen and Donna weren't far behind, and all of them watched the fuse burn from inside Gwen's patio doors.

The flames were quite spectacular.  They ate through the paving stones of the firepit, and when they hit the damp soil underneath there was an impressive explosion, tossing hot paving stones in various directions.  Luckily, it had been a damp month, and nothing else caught on fire.

The girls killed the lights and hid when the fire trucks showed up.

Donna was very late getting home.  Sidney didn't say anything when she slipped into bed, but Donna could tell she was still awake.

In the morning, Donna got up very late.  Sidney was already up, and getting breakfast for the kids.  Donna could feel that the Moon had already risen, so she made sure to change back to Duncan before going out to see his family.

"You were in late," commented Sidney when she saw her husband.

"Sorry.  Gwen wanted to have a crutch-burning party to celebrate not needing them any more, and it got a bit out of hand."

"Who's Gwen?"

So Duncan had to explain how she'd showed up at the club a few weeks back, and how he'd fixed her back so she could dance again.

"Wait a minute.   You healed her?"

"I guess you could call it that.  They'd fused her spine to protect her spinal cord, I just went a step better.  Got rid of her pain, too.  Still, except for the fused vertebra, it was getting better with physiotherapy."

"Physio she no longer needs.  Isn't that going to get noticed?"

Duncan shrugged.  "She said her physio clinic was a bit annoyed when she broke her appointments, but I'm not sure much else will come of it.  She's already told the disability insurance people that she's dancing again, so they don't get cranky about her collecting checks at the same time."

"The point still remains.  You used this... power you have, to heal someone.  Shouldn't you be doing that, instead of messing around at a strip club?"

"It's a topless club.  And what exactly am I going to do?  Walk into a clinic on the night of the full Moon and tell them I'm a faith healer?  Best case scenario is I get laughed out of there.  More likely I just stare around mutely, unable to tell them anything."

"There has got to be something.  Think of the good you could do."

"I'll think about it."

Duncan didn't spend much time thinking about it.  But Donna did, and discussed the idea with Gwen Saturday night.  Not much came of that, either, but Gwen did say she was still in touch with a few of her friends from a physiotherapy support group, and would sound a few of them out.

The following week was one of the longer ones in Duncan's life.  While he really wanted to go back to the club and hang out with Gwen, it simply wasn't viable while trying to work a day job too.  Just trying to adjust from club-time Saturday night to work-time Monday morning was rough.  Being short on sleep at work hadn't worked very well for Duncan in the past, and he was determined to avoid it at the new job.  So he worked, and waited for the weekend and the full Moon to arrive.

It wasn't even that he wasn't enjoying the job - he was.  The chance to exercise Duncan's skills and talents on challenging work was exciting and energizing in a completely different way than dancing as Donna.  But it was still work, and spending eight hours a day cooped up in an office didn't sit as well with him as it once had.  The money was good, though.  Enough to keep the wolf from the door, anyway.

The weekend - that was fun time.  Days with the kids, going off to parks and such.  And two nights at the club, dancing with Gwen.  They followed Hannah's rules to the letter when she was there.  Gwen managed to get Hannah to unbend about the dancing-together thing, and got them scheduled as a pair for some of their dances.

When Donna asked Gwen how she'd swung that, Gwen shrugged.  "I spilled some of your secrets.  It turned out Hannah had already figured out that she could take her silver off, but was keeping it on to maintain the discipline.  She was rather interested by the idea of using the other way to get a permanent change, though."

Donna sighed theatrically.  "Well, there goes my full Moon night income.  She'll tell all the others."

Gwen looked cutely contrite.  "Are you mad?"

Donna scooped her up into a tight hug.  "It was for a good cause.  Besides, I suspect there'll still be a market for short-term changes."

The night of the full Moon fell on a Monday that month.  As Donna emerged from the bedroom, Moonstone already bagged and under her arm, Sidney looked a bit surprised.

"Don't you have work tomorrow?  You need to sleep, not dance."

"Full Moon tonight.  Do you remember how much I made last time?"

"Still, you don't get back until way late.  You'll be a zombie at work tomorrow."

"Nah, I'll be fine.  I'm always full of energy after I see the full Moon."

Sidney laughed, and pointed out at the rain.  "That'll be a challenge tonight."

Donna sighed.  "I know.  But it's supposed to clear up later.  Hopefully."

"Fine.  Try not to be too late, you know I can't sleep well if you're not here."

Donna kissed her wife on the cheek.  Sidney flinched away from the contact, and Donna sighed softly.  "See you later."

As Donna approached the club, she took a moment to draw some power from the Moon.  Feeling the power surge within her, she grinned.  She wanted to give Gwen a surprise when they did their usual opening act together.

Gwen pounced on Donna as soon as she opened the green room door.  "You're here!  I wasn't sure if you'd still be back for the full moon or not."

Lots of other dancers were looking over at her as well.  "Yes," Donna called out the the room.  "The full Moon is here, as is the Moonstone.  Break out your biggest bras."

There was much rejoicing.

Donna kept her jacket on through the rush.  She was far from surprised when Hannah didn't stop in.  There was still time to burn afterward, waiting for Gwen's next dance in the rotation.  Hannah was in a good mood, and said Donna could dance in all of Gwen's slots.  It meant she didn't need to amend the schedule when Donna arrived, so it was easier for her, too.

Finally, Gwen dragged a mock-reluctant Donna up onto the stage, and started their usual routine of stealing Donna's street clothes to strip her down for her performance.  But when Donna's bra finally came off, two huge balloons drifted up and away from her chest, revealing her to be even smaller than Gwen's modest C-cups.

Leo had been warned that something was coming, and played a raspberry.  Gwen did a triple-take, and settled for staring at Donna, slack-jawed.  The crowd laughed uproariously.

Donna looked down at her chest, and pretended to be as surprised as Gwen.  Then she mimed a thinking pose, followed by a bright idea.  She stuck her thumb into her mouth, and blew.  There were snickers from the audience, followed by hushed amazement as her chest began to grow.
Donna stopped a couple sizes larger than Gwen, with E-cups dangling from her chest.

Gwen was starting to giggle, staring at Donna.  Then she put her own thumb in her mouth, and mimed drawing in a huge breath.  When she blew, Donna made Gwen's chest grow and grow and grow, until it was three cups bigger than her own.  The audience cheered!

Donna mock-pouted, then put her thumb in her mouth once more.  When she was done, she was back to her usual rather-large bustline.  She pulled Gwen into another round of dancing.  It took Gwen a bit to get used to breasts over twice as big as she normally had - but it didn't take long.  They got their best tips of the night.  After all, there were a lot of suddenly busty dancers...

Gwen couldn't stop giggling as she bounced down the stairs to the green room.  "What did you do to them?  They feel so light."

Donna laughed.  "I inflated them, of course.  Your breasts are half-balloon tonight."

"Just tonight?  Aww."

"Well, for a week or so unless you want to change 'em with the Moonstone."

Gwen shook her head.  "I wanna keep them for a little while.  I was always one of the smaller girls around here, and now I'm finally..."  She looked around the green room.  "And I still am.  Can you make me even bigger?"

Donna put her hand to the Moon-mark on her chest.  "I've got a little bit left.  Could do."

"Could you make me bigger than Kate?"

"Hey!"  Kate mock-glared at Gwen.  "What are you doing?"   She was sporting an even bigger chest than last month, two cup-sizes larger than Donna.  As far as Donna knew, she had the biggest chest that night, though her advantage over Hannah was small.

"Gaining a leg up on the competition.  C'mon Donna, make my tits bigger!"

And just like magic, Gwen's chest swelled larger and larger, until she had a distinct edge on Kate.  All the dancers stared at the changes, then began to chatter among themselves after Gwen was done.

"I guess they all know you can do custom changes now," noted Kate.  "I thought the Moon wasn't out yet."

Donna shrugged.  "I, um, might have drawn on the Moon so I could play with Gwen on stage."

Both Kate and Gwen laughed.  "The balloons were a nice touch, yeah.  Were they part of you?"  Gwen asked.

"Nah, just a bit of fluff that I grew into balloons."

Kate looked over at Gwen.  "Hmph.  You look like you have balloons strapped to your chest.  Do you have any juice left to grow me bigger than her?"

Donna shook her head.  "No.  But the clouds are supposed to clear around midnight."

Kate grinned.  "It's a date."

A little after midnight, there was a commotion among the dancers.  Several of them had just come in from outside, Hannah in the lead.  While Hannah looked unchanged, Donna noticed that the others were... smaller.  All three of them were back to the bust size they'd had at the beginning of the night.

Donna approached Hannah.  "What did you do?"

"Looked at the moon, of course.  It worked for me, I could feel it.  So I don't need the silver any more?"

Donna nodded, sighing.  "Yup."  Then she frowned.  "The other three tried it as well?"

Hannah nodded.  "And they're all whining as if they'd had a bad trip or something."

Donna chuckled.  All three had gone for quite a big jump in cup-size, she wasn't surprised they'd not been able to face a month like that.  "That sounds about right."

Jenna piped up, "So why didn't it work for them?"

Donna was about to explain, but felt a gentle mental nudge.  Not as strong as the compulsion of magic censorship, but akin to it.  "That is something you need to find out on your own.  Some things need to remain a mystery."

As news trickled (well, sprinted) out to the other dancers, several others went out to face the Moon.  Their success rate was somewhat mixed - two girls came back giddy with excitement that they'd gotten a permanent boob job.  Several others came back in normal again.  Donna let all of them use the Moonstone once more, and most of them picked bras smaller than before.

Once all of that had died down, Kate sidled up to Donna.  "So.  Ready for some custom work?"

Donna laughed.  "Sure.  But why weren't you out there?"

Kate shrugged.  "I'm happy with the boobs nature gave me.  She was pretty generous, after all."

"So why are you five cup sizes larger tonight?"

Kate grinned broadly.  "A girl likes to have a little fun once in a while."

Donna grinned back.  "Can't say as I blame you.  So.  How big were you thinking?"

Kate looked over at Gwen.  "Bigger than her."

"Hey!"

"Coming right up."  Donna had been in and out of the Changing Room, so she'd gotten a good dose of Moonlight.  A moment's concentration started Kate's chest growing, and by the time it was done she was quite a bit larger than Gwen.  Donna wasn't sure what the cup size would be any more, but it was well into the back half of the alphabet.

"Hmph."

"Problem, sweetie?"  Donna asked Gwen.

"I wanted to be the biggest tonight."

"And so you shall be."  Gwen's chest started swelling once again, and soon surpassed Kate's.

"Hey!" cried Kate.   "No fair!"

"Fair?  Who said anything about fair?"

"Just make me bigger."

Donna clucked.  "That's no way to ask.  Besides, I think I need more power for the next one.  Come on."

All three decamped into the Changing Room, where Donna could bask in the diffused glow of the Moon.  "Now.  I think if you want to get bigger, you need to sacrifice something."

Kate frowned.  "Like what?"

"Put your hands over your breasts."

Kate had to struggle a bit, her breasts had grown somewhat unwieldy.  But soon her hands were cupped over her nipples.  "Now wha...  yeek!"

Gwen watched in astonishment as Kate's hands melted into her breasts, merging fluidly with them.  Her breasts expanded once more, and her arms were tugged in tight against them.

"My hands?  What did you... ooh, I can feel them wiggling inside my breasts.  Oooh yes!"

Gwen stared at Kate's wobbling breasts.  "You made her sacrifice her hands, to be bigger than me?"

Donna nodded.  "She seems happy with the trade.  Are you willing to give up more, to be even bigger?"

Gwen cupped her breasts with her hands.  "Sure.  Hands and arms."

"As you wish."  Donna put her hands on top of Gwen's, interlacing her fingers with Gwen's briefly before they sank away into Gwen's breasts.  She had to tug a bit to get her hands free.  "There you are.  Giant breasts, no arms in the way."

Gwen squirmed.  "This feels wild."  She waved her breasts back and forth.  "Cool!"

Kate emerged from her blissed-out state.  "Hey, she's bigger again."

"Indeed.  So what will you trade away this time?"

"My hands, my arms, and... my belly?"

"Seems fair."  Donna and Gwen watched as first Kate's arms sunk away into her growing breasts.  Then she lost about a foot in height, while gaining about the same in circumference.  Her breasts were so large that it was difficult to tell her belly was missing.  They hung down to her knees.  "How am I even standing?"

"Magic," quipped Donna and Gwen together.

Gwen looked over at her competition.  "Hm.  I'll give up my belly... and turn my head into a boob."

Donna's eyes sparkled.  "Oooh, you won't regret that."  First Gwen sunk down much as Kate, had, her breasts now protruding from just above her hips.  Then Donna leaned in to kiss Gwen hard on the lips, her tongue probing and twining with Gwen's as her face smoothed away into roundness, her hair vanishing away soon after.  At the end, all that was left was a pair of lips.  Soon even those were gone, and Donna was teasing a very large and engorged nipple.  The way Gwen was shuddering made it clear she was enjoying it very much indeed.

Finally, Donna came up for air.  Kate looked at what Gwen had become, and shook her head.  "Too rich for my blood.  Could you change me back, please?"

Donna picked up the enormous bra Kate had been using that night.  She dropped it on Kate's chest, which dwarfed it.  "I don't do reductions.  The Moonstone can handle it."  She flipped the box open.

To Donna's surprise, Gwen pulled her toward the Changing Room's door.  "What, don't you want to change back?"

Gwen shook her headboob, and managed to find the doorway.  Once she was out of the room, she snuggled up against Donna.  "You like being like this?"  The headboob nodded, then nuzzled against her cheek.

"Figures.  Well, at least Kate relented before one of you ended up as just a giant boob."

"You can do that?" breathed Zoey, from behind Donna.

"Look at Gwen.  Do you think I could go further?"

Zoey stared at the transfigured dancer.  "Can you?"  There was something behind that soft question, a bit of iron, a bit of longing.   "Please?"

Donna blinked at her.  "Wait.  You... want to be a breast.  Just a breast, four feet across, nothing else?"

Zoey nodded, her eyes bright.  "Please, Donna."

"What am I going to do with you?  Roll you up onto the stage and dance around you like some kind of enormous, kinky prop?"  As she said it, Donna knew she wanted to try doing just that.  And Gwen was nodding her headboob, too.

"Please?"

"I'm not even going to ask why..."  With a theatrical wave of her hand, Donna started the changes.  Zoey's torso started to soften and swell.  Her bare breasts migrated toward the middle of her burgeoning body, and merged to become a single, enormous nipple.  Less than a minute later, Zoey was standing there with an breast fully as tall as her torso had been in place of her body.  Oddly, she looked less than pleased.

"But I still have arms, legs, a head...  I don't want those."

"Give me a moment.  I can't change all of you at once, I have to take it a piece at a time."  Donna ducked into the Changing Room for a moment to recharge in the Moon's rays.

When she got back out, Donna found Gwen nuzzling up against Zoey's enormous breast.  "Oh, so you like that, hmm?  Cool.  What do you want to lose first, Zoey?  Arms, legs or head?"

"Legs first.  Save my head for last, so I can see it all."

"You're the boss.  For now."  Donna pushed down on Zoey's 'shoulders', and she sunk to the ground, her legs slowly vanishing into the large breast that was her torso.  As she sunk down, the breast grew ever larger.

"Oh, wow.  That felt...  Wait, what do you mean, for now?"

Donna shrugged.  "You're going to be just a boob in a couple minutes.  You won't have any say in what happens next."  She headed back to the Changing Room to recharge.

When Donna returned, Zoey was feeling up her nipple, and moaning softly.  "Last chance...  Are you ready?"

Zoey nodded eagerly, and watched her arms melt into her breast, eyes shining.  As her arms vanished, the breast that made up her body grew larger yet.

Zoey stared at the result.  She was just a head, perched on an enormous breast.  She could wiggle about a bit, but that was all.  "Is it supposed to feel this good?"

"You're a giant breast.  Did you expect it to feel bad?"

Zoey giggled, but didn't answer.

When Donna returned again, Zoey's eyes were closed.  Gwen was rubbing up against Zoey's nipple, which had become almost as big as her original breasts.  "Ready for the last act?"

"Ohhh, yes."

Donna hesitated.  "Are you sure?  You won't be able to speak, or see.  You'll barely be able to move, and certainly not get around on your own."

"Please.  I've never wanted anything more in my life."

Donna smiled.  "I'm glad I can do this for you, then."  She leaned in to kiss Zoey on the lips, and held the kiss until the lips finally vanished away into featureless skin.

Donna took a moment to size up the result.  "Hm.  Not quite four feet, but close.  Not bad.  Hey Gwen, want to help me roll her up onto the stage?"

Gwen nodded, and leaned against the enormous breast, starting it rolling.  "No, more to the left.  Oh, this is going to be fun..."

It was, too.  The thinning post-midnight crowd was hushed as two figures pushing a large round object emerged onto the stage.  When they saw Gwen's enormous breasts there was cheering, which swiftly muted as her breast-face looked out at them.  A few wolf-whistles emerged from the back, which made Donna grin.  Somebody out there appreciated her work.

Soon the audience started to realize what that giant round pink thing was - when they turned Zoey so that her nipple pointed out at them it was a pretty blatant clue.  The murmuring got louder as Donna and Gwen started to dance.  At first, Donna tried to warn Gwen as she approached the edge, but it quickly became clear that Gwen had a very good feel for the stage.  Donna grinned, and threw herself into the dance, rubbing against and leaping over Zoey the enormous breast as often as she could.  Pretty soon, the crowd got used to the strangeness, and cheered on the display of larger breasts than they had ever seen before.  Gwen cleaned up with her boob-waving antics.  Donna set aside her tips to give to Zoey, later.

Donna couldn't help but grin as she rolled Zoey back down to the green room.  She was pretty sure Gwen would be giggling with her, if she had a mouth.  They managed to squeeze Zoey through the door into the green room with some effort - if it hadn't been an extra-wide door they never could have managed.

Rowan walked into the room, and she did a lovely double-take when she saw Zoey.  "Why," she demanded acerbically, "is there a giant breast in the green room?"

Donna tried to look contrite.  "Um, that's Zoey."

Rowan sighed.  "Change her back."

Donna dipped into the Changing Room to recharge, then visualized Zoey reforming.  Nothing happened.  "Um...  I can't."