Moonstone - Chapter 24
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"What do you mean you can't change Zoey back?"  Donna had never actually seen Rowan panic before.

"She's fighting me, it feels like she doesn't want to change back.  And, well... I changed her bit by bit, and now she's just a breast.  I have to change her all at once, and I can't."

"So she's stuck here for a week?  Will she be OK?"

"She'll be fine.  After everyone goes, I'll bring out the Moonstone and use her bra to change her back.  I don't want to have any more people getting reverted, we had enough of that earlier."

Rowan gave the enormous breast a resigned look, then sighed.  "Fine, I guess it can wait.  Can you at least fix Gwen?"

Donna looked over at her friend, and had to grin.  The breast that had replaced Gwen's head was shaking back and forth.  "I don't think she wants to change back just yet."

Gwen bounced happily, jiggling the enormous boobs that concealed most of her torso.

Rowan looked at Gwen, at Donna, sighed at the giant breast, then looked back to Donna again.  "This is going to happen a lot on full moons, isn't it?"

"Very likely."

"The audience liked your stunt earlier, but don't push it too far.  Which brings me to why I'm here.  Despite your best efforts, you have finally attracted a private room request."

Rowan handed a slip of paper to Donna, who read it over carefully.

"Room 3, 15 minutes...  Wow, that's not cheap."

Rowan chuckled.  "No, it isn't.  You get half, plus whatever else the client tips while in there."

"Who is the client?" Donna interrupted.  "It's only signed 'your mousy friend'."

"Does it matter?  I wouldn't pass it on to you if I felt you and he were unsuited."

"Fair enough."

Rowan launched into what sounded like a well-rehearsed spiel.  "The rules are more flexible in the private rooms.  You may strip fully, but are not required to.  No touching unless you initiate it, and no carnal knowledge on the premises.  There's a motel on the other side of the parking lot."

"I wouldn't!" protested Donna.

Rowan chuckled.  "Perhaps not.  But it can be very profitable."

Donna shook her head, but didn't interrupt further.

"The rooms are monitored.  If there is trouble, or if you call for help, one of the bouncers will be there within moments."

"Is that necessary?" asked Donna.

"Not usually - that's why we screen the requests.  We're not perfect, but we very rarely have to interrupt."

"So what do I do?"

Rowan pointed toward a door Donna had never used before.  "Go through there, it's a back entrance to room 3.  There's a light above the other door that'll go green when your client enters.  When it goes red, time is up."

"That's cool.  But I mean, do I dance, talk to him, what?"

Rowan shrugged.  "That's up to you and him."   She pulled the door open, and Donna walked through.

Private Room 3 was a bit bigger than the Changing Room.  There was an overstuffed chair off to one side, and a small sofa or loveseat on the adjacent wall.  The decor was similar to the club itself - tasteful leather and oak, with a bit of brass.  Looking more closely, Donna noted that the room shared access to the back wall of the club, and like the Changing Room it had a painted-over window.  She was scraping at it with a thumbnail to widen a gap in the paint when she heard the door open.

Donna looked over guiltily, then grinned.  "Ah, so the mouse is the one with my silk veil."

Jeremy bowed grandly.  The veil she'd given him over a month ago was draped around his neck like an aviator's scarf. "One mouse, at your service."

Donna laughed. "I thought it was supposed to be the other way around."

"Maybe I just wanted to talk."

Donna sat on the loveseat, and patted the spot beside her.  "If you like.  Expensive way to get a girl to talk, though."

"I... uh, you said something last time we talked.  About prey, and …"

Donna closed her eyes for a moment, letting the Moon's power out to change her ears, her face, her hands.  "Something about a game of cat and mouse?" she purred.

Jeremy stared at her changed face in surprise.  "You...  How?"

Donna prowled up to him, and grinned, showing a mouthful of pointy teeth.  "I'll be the cat.  I think that makes you the mouse.  Is that what you want, little mouse?"  She went up on the balls of her feet, the better to loom over him.

Jeremy's smile faltered, and his eyes were wide, pupils dilated.  She could smell the excitement and the fear mixing in his sweat.  "yes," he whispered.

"Oh, goodie."  Donna pushed a little of the Moon's power at him.

Jeremy craned his neck to look up at Donna.  Then he tried to take a step back, got tangled in his clothes, and fell on his ass.  Donna suppressed a giggle with difficulty.

"You're huge," Jeremy squeaked.

"No," replied Donna.  "You're tiny."  She leaned forward, dangling her breasts over his head.  A moment later, her top fluttered down, landing in front of Jeremy.

He reached out to touch it, wonderingly.  Each cup was as far across as his forearm was long.  He scrambled out of his clothes, and stood with one foot in each cup.  When he looked up, his face was almost in Donna's cleavage.  Each breast was easily twice the size of his head.  He reached out to touch them, but Donna pulled back, and stood to her full height.

Jeremy looked up and up and up at her, grinning like a kid in a candy store.  "You're amazing."

Donna grinned.  "And you're not done yet."  She had been surprised by how much he'd shrunk from her first effort, so was more careful this time.  Even so, the speed at which he shrank surprised her again.  It would be so easy to... oops.

By the time Jeremy stopped shrinking, he was head-height with Donna's ankle.  She crouched down to look at him more closely, hoping she hadn't gone too far.  From the way he grinned as he saw her  blimp-sized breasts approaching, he seemed to be taking it in stride.

"Now it's time to run, mousie."  Donna put a menacing growl into her voice, and was gratified at just how high Jeremy jumped before he started to scamper away from her.

She let him build up a good lead, but there really wasn't anywhere he could run to.  She was between him and the love-seat, so the chair was it.  She leaped after him just as he made it under.  While to her the landing felt graceful, she imagined it was something else entirely to her prey.

Donna swept her arm under the chair, but couldn't find her mouse.  She stepped back for a moment to consider, watching the chair carefully.  A moment at the window exposed her to the Moon for long enough to shift her body more fully - all feline, faster, stronger, more dextrous.  To be fair, she decided that she should shrink as well, and once again overshot her goal.  

The kittygirl that set out on her new hunt was just under two feet tall.  When she prowled on all fours, she was about the size of a housecat.  The perfect size to get in under the chair...

"Therre you arre," she growled, looking at Jeremy's perch atop a chair-leg.  "Clever mouse."

He had nowhere to run, so a sweeping paw scooped him off his perch.  "I win, mousie..."

"Win what?" Jeremy squeaked.

Donna couldn't help herself, he already sounded like a mouse...  "A mousie to eat, of course."  It took only a fraction of her reserve of Moon-power to clothe him in grey fur, and give him mousy ears and a tail.  As his face stretched out into a mousy muzzle Donna realized that once again she'd overdone it.  Squirming in terror in her paws was a mouse, not a man.  She could feel its heartbeat accelerate, see the unthinking panic in its eyes.

The mouse that had been Jeremy bit her paw, and she let it go.  It scurried to the back leg of the chair and cowered there, squeaking in fear.

"Crap.  Jeremy, I'm sorry.  I'm not really going to eat you."

If anything, the squeaks became even more piteous.  Donna prowled to one side so she could see the mouse clearly.  It was the work of moments to return Jeremy to his normal shape, with an extra nudge of power to help his mind find its right place, too.

Donna sat and watched as Jeremy slowly got to his feet.   "Are you OK?" she called, trying hard not to sound threatening.

"What... what was that?"

"That was a mouse.  You were a mouse."

"Ah."  Jeremy looked at himself carefully, twisting to check out his rump and reassure himself he didn't still have a tail.  "I don't think I want to be a mouse."

"I'm so sorry.  I got carried away.  Shall I grow you back up, now?"

Jeremy looked over at her, as if seeing Donna for the first time.  "Can you... go back to being just a girl, not a cat?"

Donna nodded eagerly, and carefully removed all her predatory instincts as well as her predatory form.  She curled her legs up to her chest to hide her privates.  "Now what?"

Jeremy walked slowly over to her.  Then he tapped her on the nose, and said,  "Tag.  You're it!"  He took off at a run, and was out from under the chair and across the room before Donna could wriggle out from under the chair.  

This time the chase was somewhat closer to fair, as the scale difference was not so great.  Jeremy had climbed his way up onto the loveseat before Donna could cross the room, and she had to jump and scramble to make it up there as well.  Donna played with Jeremy much as she would with her kids - hold back just enough so they could win.  Well, some of the time.

Tag quickly turned into trampoline-bouncing on the enormous cushion of the loveseat, with Donna bouncing Jeremy high into the air.  They spent the rest of Jeremy's allotted time chasing around the room, both of them acting like kids.

When Donna saw the light change from green to red, she was honestly disappointed.  "I'm sorry Jeremy."  She pointed up at the light.  "Time's up."

"Aww.  Ah well.  Could you do one last thing for me?"

Donna nodded.  "I guess."

"Grow yourself back first.  I want another look at you as a towering giantess."

Donna grinned, and 'accidentally' grew herself even bigger than normal in the process.  Jeremy's eyes were wide as saucers, especially when she scooped him up and dumped him into the middle of her cleavage for a quick squeeze.

Donna set the stunned young man among his clothes, and used them to guide his growth to the proper size.  As he was putting on his shoes, he still looked rather dazed.  But at the door he turned, and smiled at her.  "Thank you.  That was incredible!  I'll be back on another full moon, for sure."

Donna grinned, and waved to him, then ducked through the door to the green room.  She was still struggling to fit into her undersized bra and panties when Rowan approached her.

"What happened in there?  The cameras went all weird."

"I made a giantess fan very happy." Donna grinned.

Rowan looked up at her. "Is that why your head is brushing the ceiling, even though you're crouching?"

Donna looked around the room, and grinned sheepishly.  "Partly, yeah.  I guess I need to shrink a bit."

"Please."

Donna did so, ending up slightly undersized.  She could feel how loose her clothes were when she put them on.  Once she was wearing them, though, it was much easier to get her size just right.

"Do you think you could do that to Zoey?  She's rather in the way."

Donna looked over at where the giant boob dominated the middle of the room.  "Give me a moment to get charged up again, then sure.  Oh, that reminds me.  He wanted to do the giantess thing again.  Could we get some frosted glass in room 3, too?"

"I'll talk to the owner."

After a refreshing dip in a moonbeam, Donna confronted the Zoey-boob once again.  "What are we going to do with you, hm?  I'm just going to shrink you down a little, so you're not in the way..."

Donna was still expecting Zoey to resist, so she sent a little more power than she figured she needed.  To her horror, the breast just kept shrinking and shrinking, far past the size she'd hoped for.  She wasn't sure what she should do, could she stop it?  If she tried to reverse it, would she overshoot again?  Before Donna could quiet her self-doubts, Zoey stopped shrinking.

Relieved, Donna crouched down to scoop up the apple-sized breast before someone slipped on it.  "Well, at least you're still here.  I'm glad I didn't shrink you down to nothing."  

"Shrink who down to nothing, now?" asked Kate.

Donna showed Kate the contents of her hands.  "This."

"That's..."

"Zoey, yes.  Just a little boob, now."

"Wild.  What are you going to do with her?"

Donna marched back into the Changing Room, and up to the Moonstone's box.  "Hey, who left this open?  That's not safe."  She deposited Zoe into one of the unclaimed bras, one that she thought was about the right size.

"Sorry, that would have been me," Karen said.  "I left Gwen in here with it, with a bra on to get her back to normal.  I thought she would have closed the box when she was done."

"Whose idea was that?"

Kate laughed softly.  "Not Gwen's.  I had to shut her in here.  Rowan asked me to get her back to normal while you were off having fun in room 3."

Donna grinned.  "Fun indeed.  That's where I figured out the shrinking trick."

Zoey's head finally emerged from the growing torso.  "Fooey.  That spoiled my fun."

Donna couldn't help but laugh.  "Fun?  You were blocking half the green room."

"Was not.  Everyone got around me just fine.  OK, some brushed by in passing."  She wrapped her newly-formed arms around her chest.  "That felt nice."

"Why were you so insistent on staying a breast?"

Zoey shook her head.  "I'd rather not talk about it."

Donna shrugged.  Once Zoey's feet reached the floor, she closed the Moonstone's box.  "Fair enough.  There you go, good as new."

Zoey blew a raspberry, but didn't comment further.  She found a pair of panties that fit, and slunk out of the Changing Room.

Donna looked around.  "So if you closed Gwen in here... where is she now?"

Kate shrugged.  "No idea."

Something soft brushed against Donna's foot, and she yelped in surprise.  "What's that?"

A blobby pink figure had emerged from under the table, and was rubbing up against her foot like some kind of cat.  Or what a cat might be if made entirely out of breasts.  Four modest-sized breasts made up the legs of the creature, and a larger one was rubbing up against Donna's leg as if it was the head.

Donna chuckled softly.  "Gwen?  What have you done to yourself now?"

The breast-head 'looked' up at her, then nodded.  Donna laughed, and scooped up her peculiar friend.  "Good grief.  What did you do, step into the bra?"  The breast bobbed again.

"It's getting late.  We need to put you right soon."

Gwen shook her head, then cuddled against Donna's chest.

"What am I going to do with you?  Put a collar on you and walk you up on stage like this?"

Kate snorted at that.  "That might even top your last performance."

Gwen nodded eagerly.

"You're sure?"  Gwen nodded again.  "What the heck, sounds like fun.  Now I just need to find a collar.  Maybe one of the silks?"

Kate held one up.  "These don't tie worth beans.  She'll slip out, or choke on it."

"I don't think she can choke.  Hm.  What else can we use?"

"Why not just turn the silk into one?"

Donna brightened at the suggestion.  She coiled the silk into a loop about the right size, and a touch of power transformed it into a pretty pink collar.  Dangling from it was a round pink tag with a 'B' on it.  "Perfect.  Now all I need is a leash..."

Kate wordlessly handed her another silk, a black one this time.  Moments later it was a black leather leash.

Gwen wriggled happily as Donna put the collar on her, and attached the leash.  Then both pranced out to the stage for one of the odder dances Donna had ever done.  It was quite late, and the crowd had thinned out some, but Gwen's tricks certainly got their attention.

Once the dance was over, and all the tips gathered up, Donna took Gwen back to the Changing Room.  She had to drag her by the collar once Gwen realized where they were going.  "I'm sorry, Gwen.  I can't leave you like this indefinitely."

This time, Donna made sure to put Gwen's bra on securely, then she opened the Moonstone's box.  A minute later, Gwen was sitting on the floor, sighing softly.

"Foo.  I was...  God, you have no idea.  That was so intense."

Donna chuckled softly.  "I do have some idea, yes.  Come on, lets do a proper dance together before the night is out."

After closing, Donna went back to the Changing Room to pack up the Moonstone.  Gwen picked up her collar from where it was lying on the table.  "What would happen if someone wore this in front of the Moonstone?"

Donna set the Moonstone down again as she pondered the question.  "I guess... since it was made for you, it'd turn them into a boob-pet just like you were."

"Cool."

It took Donna a moment to recognize what the feeling around her neck was.  She put a hand to the collar, just as Gwen flicked the box open.  Before she could protest, the change took her vocal chords, and spread swiftly up her face.  Donna watched in fascination as her face smoothed over.  First her lips vanished, then her nose crinkled into a pert, erect nipple.  Next, the tide of smooth flesh washed over her eyes, taking sight with them.  Her ears still worked, hidden away in the sides of the head-breast, and she could hear Gwen's excited breathing as she watched the show.

Donna was half-naked, so the change took the top of her body quickly, much faster than Gwen's change had gone.  She tried to touch her breast-formed face, but her arm was sucked into her breast before she could complete the gesture.  The change hesitated at her hips.  Gwen darted in, and slid Donna's panties down her legs.  Once they were clear, Donna's legs compacted into another pair of breasts, completing her transformation.  Donna dropped to all fours, her boob-legs unsteady as she got used to the new form.  Moving each breast dragged a toughened nipple across the smooth floor, and sent a jolt of pleasure through her abbreviated body.

Gwen reached down to skritch Donna atop her head, making her squirm with delight.  "Now you are my boob-pet."

Gwen's words echoed through Donna's mind.  She couldn't help herself, it felt so good to be a boob-pet, and all it needed was a little nudge...  Donna's mind quivered and shrunk in on itself, reforming to suit her body.  An eager pet pranced at Mistress' feet, and gladly followed her outside on the leash.

Boob-pet had no idea where they were going, and couldn't care.  The asphalt of the parking lot was rough on her nipples, but that just made everything sparkle even more.  By the time they got to the car, she was in too much of an orgasmic haze to notice Mistress scooping her up.  She curled up in the foot-well.  The thrumming of the car's engine lulled her into a contented daze.

When the car stopped, Boob-pet wriggled herself awake, and cuddled against Mistress' hands when they reached for her.  Being carried by her Mistress was so wonderful she thrummed with joy.

Being set down on a cold floor was less so, and Boob-pet scrambled to keep up with Mistress, the source of all good in her very limited universe.  She settled against Mistress' legs when she sat down, vibrating contentedly.

The voices above her only vaguely registered.  Mistress' voice made her perk up, but she could tell it wasn't directed at her.  The other wasn't important, and she ignored it.  The noises kept on for a while, and Boob-pet dozed off.

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Boob-pet startled awake when she felt Mistress' tear fall on her.  She realized that Mistress had been making noise at her for a while, not at the other.  She could tell it was important, but quickly grew frustrated with the noise.  Crying and tears she vaguely understood, but what was "Doh-nah?"

It seemed important.  Boob-pet tried to understand what it meant, and wished she could understand better.  A tingle rushed through her, and suddenly she realized what that noise was.  It was her name!  She turned it over in her round little head.  Donna.  That meant something.  Not just her name, something more.  Who was Donna?  The image of a... what was the word.  Woman!  Yes, that was it.  A woman like her Mistress.  That's who she was?  Really?  How peculiar.

"Donna, please change back," Gwen murmured for the twentieth time.  She wiped away another tear.  

A little hand brushed the tears from her cheek.  "Shh, Gwen.  It's OK."

"Donna!" Gwen shouted, and hugged the diminutive Donna.  She'd changed back, but was still boob-pet sized, two and a half feet tall.

"Ooog!  Too tight!"

"Sorry!  Sorry.  Are you OK?   You really scared me there."

Donna looked herself over.  Arms, legs, breasts, one pair each.  Head, one.  Tails, zero.  "I think so."

"Why are you so small?" asked the other voice Donna had heard earlier.

Donna looked over at the other person in the room, and then squeaked and curled into a ball in Gwen's lap.  "Could I have my clothes back, please?"

Gwen laughed, and dropped Donna's top and panties on top of her.  "Do you need some privacy to change back?"

Donna clutched the top to her chest, then hopped off Gwen's lap and scurried behind her chair.  A few moments later, Donna stood to her full height from behind it, wearing both items.  "Sorry about that.  I don't think we've met.  Hi, I'm Donna."

The other woman waved from her wheelchair.  "I'm Mona.  Gwen told me about you, but I wasn't expecting quite such a dramatic introduction."

"You know us showgirls."  Donna laughed weakly.

Gwen filled the uncomfortable silence.  "I asked Mona here to see if you could help her like you did me.  She's from my physio group."

"Oh.  Um... OK.  What's wrong?"

Mona gestured to the wheelchair she was sitting in. "Same as Gwen, basically.  Got smoked by a drunk driver, shattered my spine, hips, and most of my right femur.  If it wasn't for the pills, I'd be screaming in pain just sitting here, never mind trying to get around."

"Ew.  That... might be more than I can handle."

"You just changed from a... what *was* that, anyway?"

"Boob-pet" said Donna and Gwen together.

"Right.  From a boob-pet into a woman.  And you can't fix a broken bone?  Did you even have any arm or leg bones a minute ago?"

"Well... no.  If you wanted your lower body turned into a boob, that'd probably get rid of the pain... but the underlying issues would still be there."

"Uh, if it's all the same to you, I'd rather keep my arms and legs."

Gwen chimed in, "Are you sure?  It's actually a lot of fun."

Mona wheeled back, and turned toward the door. "If you're just going to be silly, I'm going to go home."

Donna made a placating gesture.  "Wait, wait.  I'm sorry.  I'll see what I can do.  Can you tell me a little about what they did to patch you up?   Gwen's big problem was the way they fused her vertebrae together."

Mona wheeled back over by Gwen's chair.  "The same here, except they had to rebuild my leg.  There are twenty three screws and a couple of metal plates in there.  I haven't tried going on an airplane since the accident, can you imagine the hassle?"

"Um.  Just your leg?  I'd rather not mess with those, if they're structural."

Mona shrugged.  "That's fine.  They're not what hurts."

Donna kneeled beside the other woman, slipping a hand between her back and the back of the wheelchair so she could touch her spine.  "I'll do what I did for Gwen, it should help..."  She visualized an intact spine, with all its vertebrae in their proper places.  She could feel something shift under her fingers, and the great scar along the spine healed up as well.  "There.  Try that."

Mona got to her feet without her crutches, stood unsteadily for a few moments, then took a step forward.  Her right leg folded, and she collapsed into Gwen's arms.  "Wow.  I guess I need more physio.  My legs feel like noodles."

Gwen clucked at her.  "I told you and told you to take it more seriously."

Donna looked over at Gwen.  "Do you know what's wrong, then?"

"Just look at her legs!  They look like twigs.  Her muscles atrophied while she couldn't use them."

"Oh!  That's no problem."  A moment later, Mona's legs swelled up nicely.  "There you go, that should help."

With a little wobbling, Mona managed to walk from one side of the room to the other without crutches or support from Gwen.  "Yay!"

"Now for the hard part," said Donna.

Gwen and Mona looked at her curiously.

"Go over to that window, and look up at the Moon."  Donna gestured at the window in the kitchen, where a moonbeam could be seen spilling over the counter and onto the floor.

Gwen looked at Donna concernedly, as Mona tottered toward the window.  She whispered, "is that wise?"

Donna shrugged. "She can't go around stuck with silver, can she?  One slip-up and..."

Mona whimpered from the kitchen, and collapsed on the floor.  Donna and Gwen rushed over, to help her up.  Her legs had atrophied again, to Donna's dismay.

"How could you not like a month with working legs?"

Mona started to cry.  "They took away my disability cheques.  And my van!  I had to start looking for a job."

Donna stared at her in horror.  "You gave this up for..."

Gwen frowned as she settled Mona back into her chair.  "But what about the pain?"

Mona grinned, gaze going distant and dreamy.  "They give me the good pills.  I can't even feel it most days.  That was the worst part - they took my pills, too."

"You'd rather live in a drugged haze, than have your health?"  Donna asked, incredulously.

"I'm not good at much," Mona said.  "I had a crap job before the accident, and that's all I'd be able to get.  What's the point?  I'm happy like this."

Donna was on the verge of tears, and stalked away from Mona and her friend to hide them, and to get away from a mindset she could barely fathom.

A little later Gwen approached her, and hugged her gently.  "I'm sorry that didn't work out.  I've sent her home.  She'll be OK, I guess."

Donna sighed, and let her head thump against the wall.  "What's the point, then?  It's hard enough to find someone who might try, but if they're going to reject it like that?"

"Not everyone's like that, surely."

"Find me one, and I'll heal them as best I can.  Otherwise... forget it, I'd rather stick to boob jobs."

"Or boob-pets?"

Donna giggled, and turned to hug Gwen back.  "Yeah.  That was... I could have happily stayed like that."

"So you do know how Mona feels."

Donna winced.  "Low blow.  But I wouldn't want to stay like that forever.  I have a family to go home to.  Speaking of which... where's my car?"

"Parked in my spot.  Had to give up the modified van, just like Mona dreamed.  Still worth it to be able to dance, though."

"I'm glad someone thinks that way.  Did you bring my coat along, too?"

"And the Moonstone.  They're by the front door.  Before you go, can I ask you one last favour?"

"As long as it doesn't involve healing the ungrateful."

Gwen snorted.  "I'll be more careful next time.  Tonight... I still haven't done the look the moon thing."

"Nor have I, come to think of it.  Want to do that together?"

Gwen nodded.  "Definitely!  But first... you said you changed your form a bit each time.  Could you help me do that?"

Donna pondered what that would take, and how much she should tell Gwen about the next step.  "Possibly.  What did you have in mind?"

"Easter's next week.  I thought it would be cute to have a bunny tail."

"Cute.  Think you can live with a tail for a month?"

"Sure.  Just wear some baggy pants, it'll be fine."

Donna grinned.  "Maybe I'll join you in that.  I don't have the energy to come up with something new for myself."

So shortly, both women were sporting cute little rabbit-tails.  Donna shook her bum, watching the tail wiggle.  "I'll definitely have to show up next week like this."

Gwen laughed.  "I'll need the company, by then.  Ready?"

Donna nodded.  Both of them stepped into the moonbeam together.