Moonstone 31
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Gwen scooted Donna into the Changing Room, in an attempt to get some privacy.  She wanted to discuss what had happened to Donna's second patient from the hospice.  It didn't work - there were three dancers waiting there already, hoping for a 'bit of a boost'.

Donna chuckled softly, and shook her head.  "I guess it's good to be wanted.  I'll be fine, Gwen.  Really.  I didn't feel anything."

"OK.  I'll catch up with you when this mess dies down.  Have fun!"  Gwen winked saucily, then was out the door.

Donna looked around and grinned.  “Let’s get this started.  Who’s first?”  While the dancers argued over that, she shed her coat and set the Moonstone up in its usual place on the counter.  The argument still wasn’t resolved, and more dancers were coming in.

“Look, just put on the bra you’ve picked out.  Everyone can get changed at once, unless they want something special.”

That helped settle things down.  Soon there were a half-dozen dancers standing shoulder to shoulder in bras that ranged from oversized to comically oversized.  Donna opened the Moonstone’s box.

Several of the dancers were new, and once their bras started to actually fill out, they exclaimed in wonder.  Donna couldn’t help but grin at their enthusiasm - even the regulars still seemed to get a kick out of growing bigger.  It was a sight to behold, she had to admit.

As the first shift was trooping out to make room for the next round of dancers, one noticed Donna’s custom top.  “Oooh, I like the asymmetric three-breasted look on you, could you do that for me, too?”

Donna grinned.  “Thanks.  What did you have in mind?”

The blonde who’d asked paused to think for a moment.  “Can I have three the same size?  Maybe about the size I was before, or a bit bigger.”

“No problem.  Want me to change the bra, too?”

“Oooh, you can do that?”

Donna nodded, and focused on modifying clothes and breasts together.  She was pleasantly surprised to find that doing both together was little more drain on her power than just changing a bra.  When it was done, the blonde dancer squealed with delight, and bounced out of the room.  Well, after that there was no time for watching.  Every second dancer wanted something different.  More than a few just went for a third breast, others went for four.  All wanted custom tops to fit.

Neysa shyly showed Donna her 6-cup bra from the previous month - she’d kept a silver pin in it, and could she have the same over again?  Donna grinned, and pointed her toward the Moonstone.  “It’ll change you to fit, remember?”

“With or without the belly-breast?”

“That depends on how long you wait.”

Neysa stayed in front of the Moonstone for quite some time.  She picked up some silks, and started belly-dancing as the room cleared out, sometimes giggling at the way her boob-belly moved.  When she finally left, she gave Donna a quick peck on the cheek.  “Thanks.  Making everything move just so is a challenge, but the results...”

Donna grinned, and nodded.   “You’ll knock ‘em dead.”

Kate and Gwen were the last two to approach for changes.  Kate asked for her nipple-less boobs again, just like last month.

“Want me to get rid of anything else while I’m at it?”  Donna asked, amused.

“Oooh, how about my belly-button.  And the spaces between my fingers.”

“Okay... you’re going to get some looks, though.  I’ll try to keep your mitt-hands functional.”

“Who said I wanted them to be functional?” Kate laughed.

“How else are you going to pick up tips as you dance?”

“Bah.  Fine.”

Donna smiled, and focused on changing her friend.  Soon Kate was marveling at the fleshy mittens she had in place of her hands, opening and closing them, wiggling and flexing them.

“These are... hm.  I think I like it.  Thanks!”

“You’re welcome.”

Kate waved one of her new hands, and was out the door.  Gwen pulled up a chair, and sat beside Donna.  “So.  How are you holding up, Duncan?”

“Fine.  And I’m not Duncan right now.  There were enough interesting requests that I didn’t need to flip.”

“Good.  How about the news from earlier?  Anything?”

“The... patient?  Honestly, I don’t know what to feel.  I didn’t feel her die, so it’s...”  Donna shrugged.  “I didn’t get to know her.  Did my efforts help at all?”

“Doctor Brown said she improved for a little while, but... well, she didn’t have anything left to live for, really.  He didn’t sound particularly surprised, though he did say that something about that place was bothering him.”

“Oh?  Huh, maybe he did listen after all.  Did he say anything else?”

Gwen shook her head.  “I’m just glad you’re not freaking out like last time.”

“Me too.  Seeing Arwen probably helped, though.  Zoey’s happy, her other client seemed pretty happy with the change, too.  And all the girls here, tonight.  Happy.”

“Happy is good.”

“I’ve decided it’s my mission in life to spread booty.”

“You mean beauty.”

“I stand by my statement.”  Donna giggled, and Gwen joined her.

“C’mon, you nut.  Let’s go dance.  I’m up in a few minutes.”

Donna grinned, and was only too happy to take to the stage with Gwen.  Dancing with her was always fun, and having the eyes of the crowd on her made her feel good.  She let the music take her away.

There was a moment of panic when Donna pulled her top off going into the second song.  She’d forgotten about Zoey nestled between her breasts, and was afraid she’d fall.  But her three-cupped bra came away without disaster.  Donna snuck a peek at her chest, and saw that Zoey seemed to be fused in place.  She looked perfectly natural there.  Donna smiled, gave her middle breast a quick caress that got a few more cheers from the crowd, and submerged herself in the dance once more.

As Gwen and Donna were counting their tips in the green room after the dance, Gwen took a closer look at Donna’s middle breast.  “Wait a minute... that look’s like one of Zoey’s breasts.  And I haven’t seen her tonight.  Where’s the rest of her?”

Donna grinned innocently.  “What rest of her?”

Gwen reached out wonderingly, and cupped the breast.  Zoey’s slightly paler flesh blended smoothly into Donna’s skin tone, there was no sign of a seam.  “This is all she is?  A breast?”

“Yes.  Arwen approved, even.”

“Wow.  Is she happy?  Woo!  I felt that wriggle.  I guess she is.”

“Yup.  Yet another happy customer.  Dunno what I’ll do with her at the end of the night, though.”

Donna felt Zoey droop, and squeezed her breasts around the breast-girl.  “Don’t worry.  We’ll sort something out.”

“Ah!  Here you are.”  Rowan bustled up to Donna.  “After all those... creative enhancements, we’re getting lots of interest in the fantasies tonight.”

“Cool.  Anything fun?”

“Well, you know.  Mostly the usual - celebrities, porn stars, and so on.  Some requests asked for them to have more than two breasts, so that’s something.”

Donna flipped through the sheaf of requests.  “Should be fun.  Got anyone lined up for the parts?  I saw Nissa earlier, she’ll want the triple-breasted Marilyn for sure.”  Donna paged through a few more request slips. “Why is all the good stuff at the back?”

“Sorry?”

“Like this, the five-breasted version of... I’m not sure who that is, but it sounds like fun.”

Gwen snuggled up beside Donna and read the slip.  “Her?  Oh, she’s an Olympic gymnast.  The real one wouldn’t have tits at all, never mind having them arranged like the rings.  Cute.  Can I be her?”

“Sure.  Go dig up some pictures and I’ll see what I can do.”

Once Gwen was busy, Donna turned back to Rowan, brandishing the sheaf of request slips.  “All the boring celebrity head swaps are up front, and the creative stuff is in the back.  You’re sorting by...”

“Difficulty.  And... appropriateness.”

Donna raised an eyebrow curiously.  “What would be inappropriate?”

Rowan sighed, and handed over another slip.  “Ones that involve touching the girls.  This guy wants her breasts to grow whenever he squeezes them.”

“Ah.  Still... if we could do it without the touching, you’d be OK with it?  Maybe you could ask if a... oh, say a wand of boob growth would be acceptable?”

Rowan nodded briskly.  “I suspect he’ll be amenable to the idea.  You can make a wand like that?”

“No, but I can pretend that it works, and make the changes.”

“Oh!  Yes, that would do nicely.  I’ll set up some of the others, then.   You’d prefer the ‘interesting’ ones first?”

Donna nodded.  “I’ll hunt down Nissa and get her set up for the three-breasted Marilyn.  I think she already has the chest for it.”

“She does.  I suspect one of her fans knows how much she likes being Marilyn.”

Since Gwen was ready with pictures before Nissa was, she got the first fantasy of the evening.  Donna even crafted a tight-fitting leotard to go with her slim body.  It had to be creatively altered to handle the five oversized breasts.

Nissa was keen on being a triple-breasted Marilyn, but didn’t want to alter her favourite Marilyn dress.  Donna made her a cute ‘50s style bikini with polka dots and ruffles.  Nissa liked it so much she wore it for her next turn on the stage, as well.

Once those two fantasies had been handled, Rowan came back with a request slip that looked like it had been rewritten multiple times.  Donna read through the back-and-forth notes on it, then nodded.  “So he’s OK with a no-touching breast growth scene?”

Gwen snuggled up against Donna and asked, “What’s this about breast growth now?  Sounds like fun.”

Donna grinned.  “Perfect.  I’ll make the growth wand work, you get to be the subject.  Hm.  I need a wand...”  Donna looked around the room.

Rowan handed her a black-lacquered chopstick.  “I already found you a prop.”

“Nice.  Needs a little something, though...”  Donna mused.

“How about a little boob on the top?” suggested Gwen.

“Perfect!”  Donna stared at the slim tip of the wand, and a pink orb blossomed there, forming into a stylized breast about an inch across.

Rowan shook her head, muttering softly.  But she was grinning, too.  “I suspect he’ll love it.  Room 3, when you’re ready.”

Donna and Gwen got to the room before the client did.  Gwen waited by the door, while Donna stood near the window, where she would be in the diffuse moonlight.

The guy that entered was a bit surprised to see two girls.  Gwen handed him the wand, and told him how it worked.  Once he’d tested it on Gwen’s chest, his curiosity about anything else in the room waned.

He started slowly, asking Gwen to dance for a bit, then using the wand briefly, and repeating.  His grin grew bigger and bigger as Gwen’s chest did.  After the fourth repetition, Gwen’s bra failed very dramatically, shooting off her breasts and flying into the client’s face.  She glanced over at Donna and raised an eyebrow.  Donna grinned and winked, then went back to her wallflower impression.

By the halfway point, Gwen could barely manage to dance, her breasts were so large.  Once the session was over, she was lying on the floor, supported only by her breasts.  

After the client had left, she looked over at Donna and said,  “OK.  Maybe that’s a bit too big.  Could you have at least made them lighter?”

“Then they wouldn’t have seemed so real.”

“I guess.  Put me back, so I can walk, please?”

Donna shrunk Gwen’s breasts slowly, and stopped as soon as Gwen was able to stand.  “That enough?”

Gwen laughed.  “You’re going to leave me like this?  What if someone else wants to grow ‘em?”

“How likely is that?”  Donna asked, as they returned to the green room.

“Ah, there you are!” called Rowan.  “More fantasies, take your pick.”

Donna paged to the bottom of the pile, and grinned.  “Well, it’s not expansion but it’s perfect for you, Gwen.”

“Oh?”

“This guy wants a dancer whose breasts are so big she can barely move.”

“Oh, ha ha.  Still... as you said, it’s perfect.  Can you set it up, Rowan?”

Before long, Gwen was back in room 3.  Donna looked over the rest of the slips.  “I’m not doing this in the order you’d like, am I?”

“Not at all.  I try to take requests in order, otherwise they get frustrated and leave.  Not good for business.”

Donna flipped through the sheaf, glancing at the requested durations.  “We’ve got more requests here than we can handle in the time that’s left.  I’d rather do the more interesting requests first, especially ones that require my active involvement.”

Rowan gave her a sly grin.  “You don’t want to save the best ones for last?”

Donna laughed.  “Fair enough, fair enough.  Though I still want to find a way to inspire more creativity.”

“I suspect after your card game, you’ll find them getting more creative.”

“That depends on how creative everyone gets tonight.  You’re OK with that?”

Rowan shrugged.  “They seemed to like the last one.  Most nights, room 3 is the least used.  The fantasies have really changed that, and going out there with wild changes gets even more fantasy requests.”

“Cool.  But if we’re going to draw even more requests, how should we fill them?  There isn’t enough room 3 to go around.”

“Well, we don’t charge as much for the other rooms.  We could bump a few down...”

“The less interesting ones?  Especially the ones that don’t require my active participation.”

“That was my thinking, yes.”

“Sounds good to me.  It’s not that I want to deny people their fantasies.  It’s just... is that it?”

Rowan laughed.  “Men are simple.  Really.  Most of them are just happy to see bare breasts.  That they’re attached to someone he’s fantasized about is a bonus.”

“My other half feels insulted.  But you’re right.”

“Get a few of the girls changed in advance, and I’ll make sure your game isn’t disturbed.”

Donna grinned.  “You’re the best.”

The next few fantasies were basic celebrity impersonations again.  Several of the newer girls matched the requests fairly well, and weren’t hard to convince.  One had always been told she looked a bit like Christina Hendricks, so getting changed to make the resemblance a lot closer wasn’t a big step.

A fun change was the request for a big-chested Princess Peach.  Donna found that the source material was... open to interpretation.  Pretty much any blonde with the right hairdo could work.  She did try to work sideways toward the goal, but didn’t run into the resistance she’d faced trying to change someone into Jasmine.

After that, Donna found another breast expansion request at the bottom of the stack, and sweet-talked Rowan into letting her and Gwen do it next.  They had a blast, as before.  Remarkably, this time Gwen was still somewhat mobile at the end.

Donna hadn’t done quite such a good job of hiding in the background.  The wand had found its way to her chest a few times as well.  She wasn’t quite as big as Gwen, but she was close, and her three breasts probably outmassed Gwen’s two.

As they waddled and giggled back into the green room, they saw Hannah heading out the back door.  “Is it cards time already?” asked Donna.

Gwen nodded eagerly.  “We should go back to normal first.  It wouldn’t be fair to start with this much of a lead in cup size.”

While they were returning to normal, Rowan brought a pair of not entirely familiar girls to Donna.  She also had reference photos for the celebrities they were going to impersonate.  Both girls looked nervous, but once they had the face and voice of someone famous, they started to chatter away in their new voices.  They both seemed quite pleased with how painless the change was.

Once that was accomplished, Donna ducked into the Changing Room to recharge with moonlight rather than drawing directly on the Moon.  It took a bit of waiting for a clear spot to come by, and when Gwen came in to ask what was taking so long, Donna pointed that out.

“I haven’t tranced yet tonight, have you?”

Gwen shook her head.  “We probably should before the card game, though.  Things have been getting a bit out of hand, and, well...”

“Better safe than sorry.”

Standing just outside the back door to the club, they spotted the Moon together.  Once again, Gwen was present in Donna’s trance.

Gwen chuckled.  “We have to stop meeting like this.”

“And no tattoos this time.  I had to do some fast talking to get out of hot water with my sweetie.”

“Aww.  Did you use your cat’s eye thingies much?”

Donna sighed, and shook her head.  “Totally forgot about ‘em after the fight.  Maybe this time I’ll remember,” she mused, as she added tiger-stripes to her body.  They were echoed on Duncan’s body as well.

“Won’t those be visible?” asked Gwen.

“Chromatophores.  Kind of like a chameleon.”

“Oooh!  Could I get colour-changing skin?  That’d be awesome.”

Donna grinned, and nodded.  “Don’t have to ask me, but... sure, there you go.”

Gwen laughed as she noticed her skin had gone bright green.  “I sure hope I can control this...”

“Wait until the Moon sets to really try it out.  It’s tricky to tell if you’re changing yourself or using the new stuff.”

“Wait, I could change myself?  Like you do?”

Donna shrugged.  “You’ve got a little bit of power about you.  Possibly.  Not much, yet.”

“I’ll have to try that... afterward.  Ready?”

Donna nodded.  She checked her Duncan-self to make sure there weren’t any incriminating tattoos this time, then let the trance end.

The first thing Donna noticed after dropping out of her trance was that there was something small, round, and squishy sliding between her breasts.  It fell free, but had been slowed enough that Donna was able to catch it as it fell.

"Crap, Zoey won't be happy out here like this.  Let's go back inside."

"You took her into the trance with you?" asked Gwen.  "Is she stuck as a breast now?"

"She wasn't in the trance with us, so she should be OK."

The Changing Room was crowded.  There were six girls seated at the table already.  Most of them had played before, but Donna didn’t recognize the one in ‘her’ seat, the one near the window where she could get some moonlight.  At Jenna’s prodding, the new girl got up to offer Donna her seat.  She introduced herself as Wendy, and Jenna pointed out that she had in fact been around since February, one of the new faces that had heard about the ‘growing opportunities’ at the Blue Vixen.

"Is this everyone?" asked Donna, taken aback by the popularity of the game.

"Except Isolde and Zoey.  I'm surprised they're not here tonight," said Jenna.  Nominally she was in charge of the dance order now that Hannah had left, but she wanted in on the fun.

Donna hefted the small, pale breast she'd been carrying in her hand.  "I have Zoey right here."

The others murmured among themselves, staring at the breast.  The loudest comment was, "Wait, that's a person?"

"Zoey, say hi to everyone."  Donna held the breast up higher so everyone could see.  "Should we let her join in the game?"

There was a general noise of assent, so Donna dug into her bag to find Zoey's clothes.  She tucked the breast into Zoey's bra, and let the Moonstone do its magic.

After Zoey had grown a head, she sighed softly.  "Did you have to change me back so soon?"

"You didn't really want to miss Crazy Eights, did you?"

Zoey shrugged.  "I guess not."  She put on the panties that Donna offered, but turned down the rest of her clothes.

Donna took her seat at the head of the table, and Gwen hopped in her lap.  Wendy and Zoey stood at the corners of the table as Kate shuffled the double deck of cards.  Her hands were still mitt-like, but she showed easily as much skill with the cards as she’d had with normal hands.

“So, what are tonight’s stakes?” asked Donna.

“Every card you hold costs you a cup,” suggested Gwen.  “The winner gets an anything, like the succubus last month.”

Donna nodded.  “Steep.  I like it.  Six inches of height per card after you run out, like last time?”

There were nods around the table, and Kate started dealing.  Nobody was terribly surprised when Kate won easily, leaving most of them stranded with two or three cards.  Zoey had a rather impressive hoard of cards.

“Um, Zoey, the point of the game is to get rid of your cards...”

“Says you.  Hit me.”

Donna shrunk Zoey’s breasts away to nothing, and stole half a foot of her height.  “Are you going to be OK like that?”

Zoey smiled serenely and nodded.

“Alright, then.  Two cups from me...”  Donna went around the table, deducting size from everyone but Kate.  Before she asked Kate what she wanted, she looked out at the window, hoping there’d be a glimmer of Moon to grant her more power.  No such luck.  However, just thinking about the need opened her direct connection to the Moon, flooding her with power.

“OK.  And now for the winner.  Kate?”

“I want to be a mannequin.”

“Really?  But you won’t be able to play...”

“Don’t care.  Just stick a Vixen T-shirt on me, and put me in the front window.”

“You’re sure?”

“Stop stalling.”  Kate stood up, posing sexily.  “Do it.”

“As you wish.”  Donna felt the power rush from her, and did her best to guide it.  She started the change at Kate’s feet, converting them from living flesh to hollow, hard plastic.  As the change progressed upward, Kate’s breathing started to get faster and shallower.  When her waist converted into plastic, a long, low moan escaped her lips.  Kate smiled even wider, and held her pose with single-minded determination.

As the wave of shiny plastic crested her lips, Kate winked at Donna.  Then her eyes changed to sightless glass, and her hair to moulded, tinted plastic.  Donna walked slowly over to her creation, and tapped on it.  Kate’s body echoed hollowly.

The silence in the room broke, everyone muttering about the change.  Except for Gwen, they all seemed a bit shocked.  Donna rolled her eyes, endured the looks, and arranged to have Kate moved into the front window.

Rowan might have been surprised at the request, but she didn’t show it in the slightest.  She had Kate on a dolly and out the door promptly.

“Round two,” Donna announced loudly, cutting through the chatter.  “We seem to be short a dealer.”  She picked up the cards, and methodically dealt out the seven hands remaining.

This time, play proceeded more carefully, without the usual playful banter.  Once again, Zoey seemed to do nothing but draw cards, and was left with another substantial pile when Neysa played her last card.

Donna took care of all the other losers first, deducting a cup or two as required.  Bras were starting to sag quite badly, but nobody but Zoey had to lose height. Yet.

Finally, she could put it off no longer.  “Ready, Zoey?”

Zoey nodded, still smiling her serene smile.  She shrunk and shrunk, until Liana had to help her up to the table so the others could see her.  She stopped at six inches tall.  Liana counted off Zoey’s cards, and handed three to her.  They were half her height, and when she held them it looked like she was wearing a sandwich board advertising some Queen-themed restaurant.

“We never discussed what to do next.  You owe more height than you have left, Zoey.”

“I know.”

“Neysa, what sort of anything did you want?”

Neysa slid her chair back and stood up.  She shimmied out of her special six-cup top, and set it aside.  “I want to be big.  Not just tall, but strong too, able to carry absolutely immense breasts.  But still soft in the middle so I can belly-dance.”

“Cool.”  The growth started as soon as the word was out of Donna’s mouth.  To some people’s disappointment, Donna grew Neysa’s remaining clothes with her, so there was no ripping or tearing.  If she hadn’t, Neysa’s towering, muscular form would have made short work of them.  Her upward growth stopped when her hair brushed the ceiling, leaving her nearly eight feet tall.

The final step was her breasts.  The top pair grew, and the rest vanished away.  They grew larger than Donna’s, larger than pumpkins, steadily expanding until they threatened to eclipse the card table.  Once they’d stopped growing, Neysa took a few experimental steps.  Then she grinned mightily.  “I feel incredible.”

“You look incredible.”

Neysa kneeled beside the table.  As she leaned forward, a single immense breast came to rest on top of the card table, covering over half of it.  Zoey skittered back from the monstrous mammary, it was easily six times her height.

“You wanted to be a breast, right?  Your size is forfeit to them, so...”

Zoey looked nervously from Neysa’s face, to Donna’s.  Donna nodded, and gestured her toward the breast.  “This is what you want, right?”

Zoey slowly backed up until she bumped against the breast with a slight squeak.  “I... uh, guess.”

“Good.  And good-bye.”  Donna closed her eyes, focusing on the fiddly details of the change she wanted to make.  She didn’t see Zoey start to flail as her body was sucked into the breast.  She didn’t see the worried looks around the table.  

Then Zoey started squeaking in panic, “No, no!  Stop, please!”

“Uh oh,” muttered Donna, as she tried to check the the flow of power.  It didn’t want to stop, it wanted somewhere to go.

There was a loud slurping sound, and a further-diminished Zoey stumbled forward, away from the breast.  She hugged her arms tightly around her four inch tall body, then patted herself down to make sure her backside was still intact.

At the same time, Gwen was looking around, puzzled.  She’d just been sitting on Donna’s lap, and now she was sitting on the chair.  “Where did Donna go?”

Everyone looked around.  It was Zoey who pointed to Gwen’s chair first.  “Why does your chair have a tit?”

Gwen looked at her chair more closely.  The back of it was different from the others, swelling out like it had been overstuffed.  Looked at the right way, it did resemble a breast.  There was a subtle tiger-stripe pattern to the fabric that hadn’t been there before, too.  “Donna?  Are you in there?”

Two jade-green eyes opened at the top of the chair, and blinked twice.

“Oh!  Two for yes, one blink for no.  Are you OK?”

The eyes blinked twice.

“Good.  Are you stuck like that?”

One blink.

“So why hasn’t she changed back?”

Gwen shrugged.  “She doesn’t want to.  She looks pretty comfy...”  Gwen sat down in the chair, and smiled.  “Mm.  You are a very comfy chair.”  Nobody saw the eyes blink twice, slowly.

“So.  With that resolved...”

“Resolved?” interjected Jenna.  “She’s still a chair.”

“And she is happy to be one.  What are we going to do with you, Zoey?  I thought you wanted to be a breast.”

Zoey hugged her arms to her body, and sat down.  It made her look even tinier and more pathetic.  “I just want to be round, bouncy... no arms or legs.  But to be sucked away into nothing like that.  That...  I’m sorry, Donna, it scared me.  I had no idea you’d end up like that when I resisted.”

“Wait... Donna’s absorbed into the chair because you wouldn’t let her change you?” Jenna asked.

“That’s what it seemed like.  I was changing, I fought, then it stopped.  And Donna vanished.”

“So she can’t go on a rampage and change us all into whatever she likes?”

Gwen looked at Jenna sharply.  “Is that what all of you were thinking?  Donna isn’t the sort of person who’d do that.  Besides, she’s a chair now.  I think you can outrun her.”

Jenna snickered nervously.  “I guess.”

“So.  Zoey’s forfeit.  What do you want to be?”

A translucent spheroid was placed beside Zoey.  Everyone looked over (or up, in Zoey’s case) at Liana.  “How becoming one of these?” she asked.  “I’d keep you warm and cozy.”

Zoey’s eyes went wide as doll-sized saucers.  “That would be perfect.  Donna, could you... woop!”  Zoey melted into a little pink blob before she could finish asking.  The blob grew until it was about the same size as the breast implant Liana had placed on the table.  It grew more and more translucent, until it was shiny and see-through.  It retained Zoey’s pale pink skin tone, so it was easy to tell from the original.

Liana cooed at her new insert, and quickly slurped it back into her breast.  “And there we go.  Zoey’s new home.  I hope she likes it.  Oooh!  I felt that.  I think she does.”

Gwen twisted in her seat to look at Donna’s eyes.  “You are a magnificent chair.  Can I keep you?”  She petted the top of the chair encouragingly.  The eyes blinked twice, closing in contentment then disappearing into the stripy fabric of the chair’s back.

Gwen turned back to the table, and picked up the cards.  “Alright.  I think everyone has seats now.  Shall we continue?”