Moonstone 29
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"Alright girls, listen up.  Not all of you have played before, and we have a few house rules."  Kate looked around the table at the crowd.  They'd never had more than six players before, but this month Liana and Neysa had joined the group.

"Come on, it's just Crazy Eights.  We've all played that for who dances last." commented Isolde.

"Aces and twos skip one and two, threes make the next player draw three.  Fours reverse - that's pretty common.  Jacks let you discard a card, and if you play a Queen you can pass a card from your hand to anyone you like.  And of course, the usual rules for eights.  Everyone got that?"

Gwen and Donna both nodded from their side of the table, as did Liana and Zoey where they were sitting together.  Nissa shrugged.  "Sounds like the usual."

Kate grinned.  "The big difference is the stakes, tonight.  Everyone puts one cup-size into the pot, winner take all."

"Wait, you mean everyone else loses a cup size?" asked Isolde, worriedly.  "For how long?"

"I'll open the Moonstone for restorations at the end of the night," reassured Donna.  "It's charged again, don't worry about it running out."

"Adding seven cups at a go is a pretty big bump.  What if it's too much?" asked Neysa.  "I don't know if I could dance with breasts bigger than yours, Donna."

"Well, I'm sure I could do something else, if you like.  Four breasts, for example, so they're not individually quite so large...  Or whatever else you'd like, really."

"Anything?" asked Kate, eagerly.

"As long as it's not too big to fit out the door, sure.  No repeats of the Zoey incident, OK?"

Zoey blushed, but also grinned at the memory of being a breast that took up a good chunk of the green room.

Kate shuffled the cards expertly, unfazed by the double deck they needed to handle so many players.  Her facility with the cards had led others to suspect her of sharking, but she won no more than her fair share of games.  There wasn't all that much one could do to cheat in Crazy Eights, anyway.

Play proceeded sociably, with the dancers chatting about this patron, or that celebrity.  Or this celebrity they that they had imitated for that client, in Nissa's case.  Donna was describing what it had been like to dance as an enormous snake when the round ended, with Nissa the victor.

"Do I need to reduce everyone now, or can I track the IOUs until we cash out?" asked Donna, trying to conserve power so she wouldn't have to draw on the Moon too much.

"As long as I get my boost now," said Nissa.  "I want to go dance!"

Donna grinned, and gestured unnecessarily at Nissa's already ample bosom.  She grew her top along with the breasts, to avoid damaging it.  "There.  Plus seven cups, as best I can judge, making you an M-cup.  Have fun!"

Nissa bounced in place, her new assets jiggling fetchingly.  Donna could barely tear her gaze away.  Her Duncan-half was dominant tonight after her earlier trauma, and he was understandably fascinated.

Gwen gave Donna a nudge, and they went back to the game.  This time there were only seven hands.  After a close-fought battle, Neysa won the next round, barely beating out Zoey.

"Fooey," Zoey muttered.  "I never win at this."

"I'm sure your turn will come," reassured Donna.  "Now Neysa, how would you like your winnings?  All in one set, or do you want to double up?"

"How about three sets?  F, D and B would stack nicely."

"Sure."  Donna gestured at the counter behind her.  "Grab a couple of suitable bras, and I'll shape you to fit."

"Aww, can't I get a custom 6-cup top?"

"If you win another round, sure."

Neysa nodded.  "Fair enough."  She dug around and came up with a couple of similar-enough green bras in suitable sizes .  Once they were in place, Donna used the Moonstone to change Neysa to fit.

"Aww, I was hoping for a personal touch," Neysa laughed.

"Coming right up."  

Neysa yeeped as her belly softened and her belly-button tingled with change.  "What did you do?"

Kate laughed, as did Gwen.  "Your belly is a boob!"

Neysa gave her new asset an experimental wiggle.  "Oooh!  I like it.  Thanks!"

As Neysa headed out to dance, Nissa returned.  Her breasts nearly eclipsed the belly-dancer as they passed.  "What did I miss?"

"Just one round," said Kate, shuffling the cards again.  "Neysa won."

"I saw.  Nice work, D."

"Thanks."

Liana won the next round, and requested that Donna grow her implants, making her breasts pliable enough to handle the change.

Donna grinned at the request.  "Easy.  I already did the latter, your breasts should be fine up into the second half of the alphabet."

Liana's eyes widened.  "Really?  Awesome.  I wonder what I could fit inside them."

Donna giggled.  "Be careful when you sleep, so you don't lose your pillows."

"What's this about implants?" asked Nissa.  "Why not normal breasts?"

Liana patiently explained her problems with her parents, and how she couldn't have bigger breasts while living with them.  "This way I can get around my Mom's crazy obsessions."

"Can I see?"

Liana shrugged. "Sure.  Why not?"  Her brow wrinkled in concentration, and her nipples opened up like little fleshy flowers.  Everyone but Donna ooohed or ewwed at the sight.  It took help from Gwen to squeeze her breasts enough to get the implants to pop out.  When the came out, they launched themselves across the table.  Isolde managed to catch one, and Nissa the other.

"Slippery little devils," Isolde commented dryly as she handed hers back to Liana.  "I'm glad they're working out for you."

"They're great!  Way better than using goo to inflate my chest."

Nissa had passed the other insert around the table, and Zoey was still holding on to it.  She was rolling the insert from hand to hand, raptly watching the Changing Room's lights shimmer off of it.  Donna had to give her a nudge before she passed it along.

"One thing first," said Donna as Liana held the inserts up to her chest.  The inserts started to grow in her hands, easily doubling in size.  They became large enough that they threatened to overflow her hands.

"Oog.  These will be a challenge."

Donna grinned.  "I have every confidence in you and your nipples of devouring."

Everyone watched in fascination as the right breasts slurped up its meal.  Gwen recovered in time to make comical nom-nomming noises while the second one was disappearing into Liana's breast.

"Eww, Gwen!"

Gwen and Donna laughed and laughed, and after a moment Liana giggled along with them.  Then she scooped up a couple of dancing silks to cover up so she could go out and dance.

They started the next round as Neysa returned, giddy with excitement.  "Belly dancing was never this much fun before!"

Donna herself won the next round.  "Plus three, right?"

Gwen nodded.  "Somewhat anticlimactic, really.  Next time everyone should pay the penalties as we go."

Donna eyed her slightly expanded breasts critically. "I think you're right.  Next time."  Still, she went off to dance, as all the other winners had.

Gwen stopped her at the doorway.  "Are you going to be okay up there?"

Donna nodded.  "I faced my fears as the snake.  I'll be fine."

"Hell of a way to do it, but if it worked for you..."

"I'll be fine, honest."

Donna had a little trouble with the dancing at first.  Her Duncan self was willing to brave the crowd, but his dancing left quite a bit to be desired.  Once the second song started up, Duncan closed her eyes, and let the music call to Donna.  Once the energy of the music and the crowd was flowing through her, Donna could dance without worries or care.

Donna returned to find the girls arguing over a point in the rules.  Apparently Zoey had lost again, and since she was only a D cup to start with, she was down one and nobody seemed to know how to deal with it.

"Well," commented Donna.  "I'm sure we can take something else in trade.  Limbs?  A foot of height?"

"I can't dance without legs... or arms, really."

"I managed just fine," snickered Donna.  "You might like being a snake."

Zoey shuddered.  "No.  Height it is, I guess.  Does it have to be a foot?"

"OK, six inches per cup.  Final offer."

"Fine.  Hit me."

Everyone watched as Zoey's height and chest dwindled.  Her bra loosened, the cups crumpling as they emptied.  When it was done, Zoey's face crumpled like her bra had as she stared into the mirror, then she burst into tears.

"What's wrong?"

"My breasts.  They're gone!"  Zoey wailed.  "They were the only thing I liked about my body."

"You knew... that was the whole point of the game."

"Please."  Zoey looked up at Donna with tearful eyes.

Donna looked around at the other players.  "But we all agreed to..."  Their flinty eyes were more than enough of an answer.

"All right, we'll sort this out.  Stop crying."

Zoey sniffed and nodded, but her tears did stop.  As she felt her breasts grow back to normal, she smiled up at Donna.  "Oh, thank you!  Thank...  Wait, are they bigger?"

"No, they're the same size as before.  You're just smaller."

"So if I took my losses as more inches of height, they'd seem even bigger?"

"I... guess so, yeah."

"Do it!"

Before Donna could formulate an objection, she could feel the power flow out of her, and Zoey started to shrink once again... but her breasts didn't dwindle with her.  By the time she was done, Zoey's head was at about the level of the counter that ran in front of the mirrors.  She jumped up and down, threatening to bounce out of her bra.  "Let me see, let me see!"

So Donna lifted her up and stood her on the counter, careful not to set her feet on any of the bras scattered there.  Zoey inspected herself with a huge grin.  "Oooh, I have to go dance like this!"  She jumped down and dashed out the door.

Donna watched her go, bemused.  "Well.  That's one happy loser, I guess.  Who won this round?"

"That'd be me," said Neysa.  "Can I get that 6-cup top we discussed?"

"Sure.  From the top you're wearing now?"

Neysa nodded.  "Should I take it off?"

Donna pondered that for a moment, then shrugged.  "Let's just try it like this.  It'll be easier to get the fit right."

What Donna found surprising was that it was somewhat easier to change the top, too.  Having a body there to guide the design helped just like having clothes present to guide the sculpting of flesh.

Once it was done, Donna offered Neysa a silver pin, so she could keep the top.  Neysa declined, figuring that a week with six breasts would likely be more than enough.

"So are we going to do another round, or not?" asked Kate, eagerly.

Donna shrugged.  "Sure. But I think the 'loss of cups' thing has kind of gone by the wayside.  Whoever wins this one gets an anything."

Kate grinned broadly.  "Ooh, I like the sound of that."

Isolde grabbed the cards from her.  "Which is why you won't be dealing."

"Spoilsport."

Isolde smiled sweetly, and dealt the cards with just as much expertise as Kate had shown.  She also went on to win the hand, getting more than a few pointed looks as a result.

Donna smiled.  "You wanted that anything pretty badly."

"Seeing Zoey so small... like a fairy.  It reminded me of something I've always wanted."

"To be tiny?"

"No, wings.  But not fairy-wings, more like bat wings."

Donna nodded.  "OK, I can do that.  Black, I'm guessing.  How wide?"

"Um... small enough that they can fold up and hide under a cloak, but pretty big.  Bigger than my outstretched arms."

Donna closed her eyes, drawing on the Moon once again.  She imagined the black bat-wings growing from Isolde's back, and felt them sprout into existence.  Isolde turned and twisted so she could see her back in the mirror as the wings grew in, and once they'd stopped tingling she spread them out so she could see Donna's handiwork.  Everyone else had to duck, as the wings reached from one side of the Changing Room to the other.

"Awesome," Isolde breathed.

Donna clucked softly.  "It's a good start.  But you're missing something.  Horns, maybe?"

Isolde grinned.  "That would be perfect."

Two little black horns poked up through Isolde's jet-black hair, curving backward slightly.  They gleamed under the lights, as if made of polished obsidian.

"Still needs a little something," mused Donna, and Isolde agreed.  She turned back and forth, wings half-furled so the others didn't curse at her again.

"A tail!  A long spade-tipped tail, with black scales."

As soon as it was said, Donna had started the change.  The tail started small, but soon twined and twisted its way to Isolde's toes.  It lashed about as if it had a mind of its own, and most of the others from the game decided it was a good time to get out of the room.  That spade tail looked sharp.

Donna wasn't worried about the tail. It was perfect.  But Isolde's feet.  They weren't.  "What would you think about cloven hooves?"

Isolde looked down at her toes, and gave them a wiggle.  "Going full succubus?  Yes, let's do this right."

Donna drew in more power, and started on the feet.  But of course, cloven hooves require the right sort of digitigrade ankle, and then the whole leg has to change, and might as well get more onyx scales while she was at it...  By the time she was satisfied, she'd worked up to Isolde's hips, and even changed her panties to be an exact match to the scales it covered.

"Oh..." Isolde breathed, looking at the finished result.  "Perfect.  I can't imagine myself any other way.  Thank you!"

Donna watched Isolde swish out of the room, admiring the view, and the way that tail snaked back and forth.  She had to agree, it was some of her best work yet.

Her reverie was interrupted by Zoey bouncing into the room.  "Donna, Donna, you have to help me!"

Donna stood up in alarm.  "What's wrong?"

"Wrong?  No, nothing's wrong.  Someone wants to see me get even smaller.  Can you do it?"

Donna smiled at Zoey's enthusiasm.  "Sure.  Now?"

"No, in the private room, silly."

"How small do you want to get?" Donna asked, as the two of them walked toward Zoey's appointment.

"I dunno.  Maybe let the client decide?"

Donna shrugged.  "Sure."

When they got to room 3, a slim, nervous-looking man was waiting for them.  "Wow," he breathed, "She's really real."

Zoey danced over to him, showing off her tiny stature by dancing around his chair, then resting her bare breasts on his knee.  She looked up at him, and batted her eyelashes.  "What can I do for you?"

The client looked over at Donna.  "What's she doing here?"

Donna smiled, and shrugged.  "Making your fantasy happen."

"Meaning..."

"Every time you point at her and say 'shrink', she'll lose six inches of height," Donna improvised.  "But her breasts will stay the same size."

His eyes went wide as saucers.  "Really?"

"Try it."

He pointed his finger unsteadily at Zoey, who was turning slow pirouettes a few feet in front of him.  "Shrink."

Zoey's smile got bigger... but everything else except her breasts went the other way.  She danced her way back to the client and her breasts were level with his knees.

"Oh my god... she shrank?"

Donna grinned, and nodded.  "Careful with your phrasing, unless you want her to get smaller still."

Zoey kept dancing around him, and from time to time he'd point and say "shrink".  By the time Zoey was a foot tall, she could barely move any more, and slowly wobbled her way toward the client.  "Pick me up!" she called in her high-pitched voice.

He did so, and marvelled at this tiny thing in his lap.  He almost whispered it this time.  "Shrink."

Zoey squealed as her height was cut in half, but it was a happy sound.  "Again!"

He looked up at Donna, sharply.  "What would happen if..."

"She'll be fine.  Look at her."

"Shrink."

Zoey's body disappeared into her breasts.  The client picked her up in trembling hands.  "She's just..."

"A pair of boobs, yes.  I'm afraid she won't be doing much dancing at this point.  Your time is nearly up, so, um...  Why are you looking at me like that?"

He pointed at her.  "Shrink."

"Hey, that wasn't in the... crud."  Donna tried to stop it, but her magic seemed to have a mind of its own.  She'd said he could do this, so...  She shrank.  Six inches gone in a moment.

Donna tried to put a good face on it, and started dancing with her now proportionately bigger assets.  She was hoping to distract him from his newfound power over her.  For a while, she thought she had him too fascinated, but...

"Shrink."

Donna smiled through the reduction, pretending it didn't bother her.  She was pretty sure she wasn't selling that, either.  As she continued to dance, her mind whirled just as much as he body did.  She'd thought it was only Gwen that could make her change.  Could anyone?  Just by telling her?  That would be...

"Shrink."

Donna shuddered, and stumbled slightly as the weight of her chest grew.  The worst part was, she didn't really want to fight it.  The very idea that someone else could do this to her was turning her on.  She tried not to show that, either.

"Shrink.  Shrink."

She was barely over three feet tall.  "What are you doing?"

"Making good use of the time I have left.  How small can I shrink you in the next thirty seconds?"

Donna squeaked as his accidental use of the word reduced her again.  "But..."

"Shrink.  Shrink.  Shrink."

Donna's breasts had started much larger than Zoey's, and at 16" tall, she could barely be seen in between them.  He leaned in close to gaze at her tiny face.  "Tell me to stop, and I'll stop."

Donna stared at him mutely, trying to say it.  Her jaw worked, but nothing came out.

"Time's up."

Donna closed her eyes, waiting to vanish into her breasts and wondering what he'd do with the two defenceless pairs of breasts.  But nothing happened.  She opened one cautiously, and saw him walking toward the door.  The light above it had gone red, and apparently he was familiar with what that meant.  At the door he turned and waved.  "Thank you.  That was... magical."

After the door closed, Donna wasted no time in returning herself to normal.  Zoey took longer, as once again she was resisting the change.  Once she was a foot tall, Donna had to stop.  Instead of drawing on the Moon yet again, she scooped Zoey up and walked her to the Changing Room.

"Wait!" said Zoey as she was plunked down in her bra, beside the Moonstone's box.

"Why?  You want to stay a foot tall, with breasts that must weigh as much as the rest of your body... each?"

"I want to shrink again."  She pointed at herself.  "Shrink!  Aww, come on."

"Doesn't work like that. Plus, I'm tapped out."

"Fooey."

"Why are you so obsessed with being a pair of breasts?"

Zoey tried to hide in between her breasts by curling up into a little ball.  "Just do," she muttered, so softly Donna could barely hear it.

"What am I going to do with you?  You can't just hide from your body like that."

"Why not?  You do."

"I don't!  What are you talking about?"

Zoey straightened up, her head and arms emerging from between her breasts. "You do!  That body of yours is all fake.  What are you hiding from?"

Donna laughed.  "True.  The rest of the month I'm going to be an average looking guy, mid-forties, gamely fighting but not winning the battle of the bulge.  Nobody looks at him twice.  Well, almost nobody.  He also has a wife that loves him, and two beautiful kids that sometimes call me Auntie Donna."

"Oh.  Doesn't sound so bad."

"It's not.  It's a life, much like any other.  Du... he has a job he likes, one that challenges his mind, not his body.  But for a while he didn't have that, and... well, the money here is pretty good.  Especially nights like tonight.  Keeps his daughter in the preschool she loves, good food on the table.  There are birthday presents to buy.  I know it seems lame, but those are the most important things.  The way their little faces light up, oh... I'd not give that up for anything."

"So you're going to bail on the dancing?"

Donna sighed, and sat heavily in one of the chairs they'd brought in for the card game.  "How can I?  I love it, too.  So... a double life.  Some nights as Donna, dancing and making magic happen.  If I had to give this up... a glorious bit of my soul would probably die."

"And if you had to choose?"

Donna put her head against her knees. "I keep hoping it never comes to that."

When Isolde found them a little later, Donna was cuddling Zoey like a teddy bear.

"Hey, Donna.  Could I get a few tweaks?"

Donna looked up.  "Uh, sure.  What did you have in mind?"

"Mostly, I want my top to match these awesome scaly panties you made for me."

Donna waved her hand idly at Isolde's shiny red top, and it darkened.  Scales flecked it with onyx, leaving only the slightest hint of the dark red underneath.  She barely even noticed that she'd drawn more power to do so.  "How's that?"

Isolde modeled it in the mirror, with wings spread wide.  "I love it!"

"Anything else?"

"Well... I was thinking... eyes.  Something dark and demonic.  I can wear sunglasses to go outside."

"And a long coat, baggy pants, and tuck your tail around your waist... yeah, you could pass.  Wait, you're going to stay like this?  You'll be stuck for a week and a bit if I don't change you back before I go."

"I feel so... alive, so right.  Plus, I've got a two-hour booking that's saying 'this could really work for you, Isolde'."

Donna nodded.  "Cool.  So... hm, how about all-black eyes?  No white or anything?  You'll still have an iris, but it'll be black, too."

"That'd work.  Let me see!"

It took the tiniest flicker of power, Isolde was so eager it was almost as if she changed herself.  She studied her new eyes in the mirror, then gave Donna a crushing hug before sashaying out of the room.

Donna was just about to turn the Moonstone on Zoey to restore her when Liana bounced into the room.  She thanked Donna for her lovely size-changing breasts as she took the inserts out.  She wished that she'd been able to see the moon, and bemoaned that she'd lose the perfect breasts.

Donna suggested that she wear silver through the month.  "If you do like Heather did, and wear it every second of every day - don't even take it off to shower, and especially not to sleep - you should have a good chance at seeing the Moon next month.  June really should be clear."

Liana hugged her tight, squishing Zoey in between them.  "Thanks!  You're a life-saver."

Donna had to tug to get Zoey free from Liana's hungry nipples.  "Be careful with those.  I was serious about the risk to your pillows."

Liana giggled. "I may have to test that in my room tonight."

"Why are all the crazy ones here?" mused Donna as Liana left.

"Because of you, I think.  You're a weirdness magnet."

"Thanks.  Come on Zoey, let's get you sorted out."

"Do I have to?"

"What would you do if I left you like this?  You can barely even move, you can't go home like this, can't leave the club."

"I don't take up much space.  Maybe I could stay as a mascot?"

Donna shook her head, and opened the Moonstone's box.  Zoey pouted all the way to her full height.

"Talk to Doctor Arwen.  Figure out what you really want.  There's always next month."

Zoey sighed, and nodded.  "I know.  But I know what I want, now.  Neither Arwen or you will change that."

"We'll see."

Donna slowly packed up, and met Rowan at the door.  The bundle of cash that Rowan handed over was impressive.  "Another successful full Moon night.  Might not be back until the next one, though."

"That's OK.  The club's take on this night is... well, the boss will be happy, I'm sure.  Except I think he bought the place as a way to take some capital losses."

Donna chuckled.  "Tell him I'm sorry, then.  And I'll craft him a fantasy if he likes.  That should help."

"You already have."

Donna found that statement curious, but Rowan wouldn't be drawn out.

Back at home and back in his male body, Duncan got ready for bed.  He was quiet as he could be, but it was never enough.  Sidney stirred, and turned the light on.  She liked to see that he was male again on nights like this.

Tonight she stared at his butt even more than normal.  "Why is there a snake tattooed on your rump?  That rump is mine!"

Duncan twisted this way and that, but couldn't see it.  He had to back up to Sidney's dressing mirror to see what she was talking about.  "Ooh!  That minx.  I'll... I'll..."

"What minx?" asked Sidney, dangerously.