Moonstone 32

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“You’re just going to sit in Donna?” asked Jenna.  “With Kate out front displaying a Blue Vixen T-shirt, Zoey turned into a breast implant, and Neysa too big to fit in her chair, we’ve got a spare chair, now.”

Gwen wriggled her back against the soft cushion of the chair she was sitting in.  In merging with it, Donna had made the seat-back lovely and plush and more than a little breast-shaped.  She made a very comfy chair.

“Yes.  She’s a chair now, and likes it.”  Gwen felt a little pulse of the same energy the Moon gave her these days.  It clearly emerged from the chair-back behind her.  “Mmm.  You’d be even more comfy if your seat was padded, too.  Ooh, yeah, just like that.”

Gwen reached down and patted the new padding underneath her bum, and wriggled it back and forth to share her enjoyment.  She felt another pulse of that happy energy, and slitted her eyes in pleasure.

“Ahem.  Are you going to deal, or just flirt with your girlfriend, the chair?”

Gwen blushed, then started dealing.  She tried not to acknowledge all the glances the other girls were giving her.  It’s as if all their worries about Donna’s power had transferred to her.  She smiled, mischievously.  She liked the feeling.

Gwen was so distracted by her feeling of power that she lost quite badly at the game itself.  She ended up with four cards in her hand when Nissa went out.  The others only had a card or two left, they’d been playing aggressively.

“Huh.  I guess that means I’m down four cups...  Oop!”  Gwen looked down at her chest in disappointment as her assets diminished substantially.  One, two, three... gone.  She even lost six inches of height.

“Did the chair do that?” asked Jenna.

“Yeah.  You’re down two cups, right?”  Before Jenna could finish nodding, her chest started shrinking.  She sighed as her top emptied, then tossed the useless garment aside - her breasts were barely there at all.  A-cups if one was being generous.

Gwen went around the rest of the table, pointing to each in turn and stating how many cups they’d lost.  She could feel the power washing past her as each change occurred.  Wendy pouted when her breasts disappeared entirely, and joined Jenna in toplessness.  Neysa laughed it off, at her immense size a single cup wasn’t even noticeable.

Last, Gwen came to Nissa.  Instead of pointing at her, Gwen hopped off her chair instead.

“Here, sit in the Chair of Change, and tell it what you want to be.”

Everyone giggled slightly nervously at that.  Nissa shrugged, got up from her chair, and sat down delicately in the chair with the breast-shaped back and seat.  “Mm, comfy.  Uh, right.  I want to be Marilyn.”

Gwen laughed.  “No surprise there.”

As the tall blonde’s form and clothing changed to that of Marilyn Monroe in a vintage candy-stripe bikini, she smiled.  “Not just her body, though.  I want to see myself as Marilyn, too.”

“So just wear silver.”

Nissa shook her head.  “I tried that.  There wasn’t anything of me left, just Marilyn.  I want something in-between.  Enough that I can let go and be her, but still be... in here somewhere.  Do you think Donna can do that?”

“Donna’s not here, but if you asked nicely, I’m pretty sure the Chair can do that.”

Nissa raised an eyebrow at Gwen, then shrugged.  “Chair of Change, would you be so kind as to nudge my mind about half-way toward Marilyn’s?  Oh!”

Nissa got up from the chair, and looked around at the room.  “What am I doing here?”

“Um...” started Gwen.  “You remember that you’re not really Marilyn, right?”

“Of course not.  I’m really Norma Jean.”  Marilyn looked around at the room, then flashed them her famous smile.  “I remember Nissa, too.  She’s in here.  You have fun with this game, I’m going dancing.”

Marilyn strode out of the room, every move as sultry as could be.

After the silence had stretched on a bit too long, Gwen hopped up into the Chair of Change, and started to shuffle the cards.

Finally, Jenna spoke up.  “Can she change our minds just any old way?”

Gwen shook her head.  “I’ve talked to her about it.  She doesn’t have that kind of control.  All she can do is what silver does already, make your mind suit your body.  Just with a bit more control as to how strong it is.  Though maybe not as much control as she’d like...”

“So that’s why she thinks she’s a chair, now?”

“Uh, yeah.  I may have helped a bit doing this kind of stuff.”  Gwen turned and stroked the chair’s back tenderly.  “You really like being a chair.  It’s fun to be the Chair of Change.”

Gwen grinned.  “I think she’s purring.”

“Just deal.”

This time the game was even quieter than before.  There was a bit of giggling when the eight foot tall Neysa cursed at how tiny the cards were as she dropped half of hers on the table, showing them to everyone.  She complained even more when as a result she was down four at the end.

“Bah, you’ve got tits big enough to block out the sun,” commented Gwen. “Losing four cups will barely be noticeable.”

“Yeah, how is that fair?” asked Liana.

Gwen shrugged.  “She won a hand.  You just did too.  Nothing says you have to only grow by the number of cups lost.”

“Oooh.  I know what I’m asking for.”

“Let’s get to the losses, first.  I’m down two...  Whee, down I go.  Four foot two, hm?  My, what big tits you have, Neysa.  Shame you’re down four.”  Gwen watched, and waited.  “Did Chair do it already?”

Neysa nodded, her breasts wobbling as she did so.  “I feel lighter already.”  Her laugh made the whole room shake.

Jenna was next, and only had one cup left to lose.  So she also lost half a foot of height, joining Gwen in the under 5’ club, if only barely.  Wendy, who was already flat, was down two.  She lost a foot of height, leaving her very close to Gwen.  Gwen got them out of their chairs so they could do a Munchkin dance while Liana was on the Chair of Change.

Liana giggled as she sat, only partly due to Gwen’s antics.  “Mm, you were right.  This is a very comfy chair.  Chair of Change, I would like my inserts grown as big as they can go without hurting my breasts, please.  Goodness!  That’s... wow, they’re still going.  Um...”

Everyone turned to watch Liana’s continuing expansion.  Neysa scooped the cards off the table as Liana’s breasts expanded across the surface.  “Damn, Liana, your breasts are as big as mine now... aren’t they stopping yet?”

“Doesn’t feel like it’s even slowing down.  How stretchy did she make my breasts?”

When the table was completely covered by Liana’s expanding chest, and breast-flesh was threatening to droop over the sides and the far end, she called a halt.  “Donna!  I mean Chair... that’s enough.  That’s... no, this is way too much.”

The expansion stopped, and Liana made a valiant effort to get to her feet.  She failed, utterly.  As she thudded back into the Chair the table creaked ominously.  “Not so big!  This is waaay too big.  How about two feet across, and make the inserts full of some kind of foam, so they’re lighter than normal to boot.”

Liana’s breasts shrank rapidly back toward her, and the table rebounded with what almost sounded like a relieved sigh.  She stood up easily once they were done, and bounced around the room.  Her breasts bounced a little, but even unsupported they barely sagged.  “This looks a little silly, doesn’t it?”

Everyone nodded.  “But also spectacular,” Gwen added.  “You’re going to be popular out there.  Fantasy tits, big, and round, and not drooping at all.  I’m jealous.”

“That’s just ‘cause you’re flat as a board due to your awful cards.”

Gwen stuck her tongue out at Liana, but was grinning as well.

Liana petted her expansive breasts, cooing at them as if they were pets.  Struck by a thought, she returned to the Chair once more.  “Can you give Zoey a mouth, so she can speak?  As long as she won’t suffocate inside me, anyway?”

There was a muffled, “Thanks” from inside Liana’s right breast.

“Oooh.  This will be fun.”  

Liana returned to her usual seat, pushing it back from the table to accommodate her new girth.  Gwen hopped up on the Chair, and murmured to it.  The seat-bottom expanded, lifting her up like a booster seat.

Jenna and Wendy looked a bit nervously at the cards in front of them. “What if we lose again?” Wendy asked.

“Then you’ll be shorter.  Come on, nobody’s lost by more than four cards.  Well, except Zoey, and I’m pretty sure that was deliberate.”

“I resemble that remark,” said Liana’s breast.  Everyone giggled, and relaxed.

Wendy played her last card with a triumphant, “Yes!  I’m not going to shrink out of sight.”

“Aww,” said Zoey.  “You could have joined me.  It’s cozy in here.”

“Nobody’s shrinking out of sight,” said Gwen.  “I’m only down two...  Yup, there we go.  Three foot two.  Whee!”  She stood up on the Chair, and pointed to Jenna.  “And Jenna you’re down...”

“Three... yipe!”  Jenna’s reduction took her down nearly to Gwen’s height.  She hopped out of her chair, and could barely see onto the table.  “I feel like a little kid.”

“We look like them, too.  Liana and Neysa are both down two... not like we’re going to notice the change.  Bah.”  Gwen hopped out of the Chair, and gestured grandly to Wendy.  “What would you like to be?”

Wendy sat on the chair quietly, looking at Neysa, then Liana.  “I... well, I’d like my boobs back, but just in scale with my current height.  I don’t want to grow taller, what I really want is...  It’s silly.”

“As silly as wanting to be a mannequin?” prompted Gwen..

Wendy giggled.  “I guess not.  I always got teased for my name when I was young, you know, the Peter Pan thing.  I never wanted to be Wendy, I wanted to be Tinkerbell.  Can you make me look like a fairy, Chair?”

Wendy started to shrink and squeaked, “No!  Not tiny like her.  The height I just was, four feet or so.”

Wendy’s body grew back up to where it had started, but it was as if it was stretching, not growing.  She was much slimmer of build once she stopped getting taller, though her bust had returned as asked.  Her outfit turned forest green, and the panties acquired a very short skirt, with a fringe shaped like overlapping leaves.

Wendy’s hair lightened slightly to a honey blonde, lengthened, and straightened.  She reached up to sweep the bangs aside, grinning.  “Come on, where are the wings?”  Wendy squealed with glee as she felt them unfurl from her back.  

Once her wings had stopped growing, Wendy stood up in the Chair, and hopped down toward the counter and the mirror behind it.  To her surprise, her wings canted and caught the air, letting her glide all the way to the counter.  She crashed into it with a thud, and landed ungracefully on her butt.

Wendy stood up, dusted herself off, and admired herself in the mirror.  The wings were gorgeous, two large pointed wings above two smaller, more oval ones.  They spread wider than her arm-span by half, and she couldn’t seem to hold them still.  They were veined like dragonfly wings, and shimmered iridescently in the light.

“Oh,” she whispered.  “They’re beautiful!  And my face is still mine...  It’s perfect!  No... wait...”  She rummaged around on the counter, and found a green ribbon.  She tied her hair up into a tall bun with it, then grinned.  “Now it’s perfect!”

Wendy dashed over to the Chair, and gave it a hug and a kiss.  “Thank you so much!”

She looked at the others, bright-eyed.  “Can we go dancing now?  I feel so light I just want to fly!”

Jenna shrugged.  “I’d rather not lose any more height to you sharks.  I’m happy enough calling it here.  Gwen?”

“Think Rowan will let us dance like this?”  Gwen asked.

“One way to find out.”

Rowan took one look at the two tiny dancers, and shook her head.  “The others... yes, yes, go dance.  Show off, they’ll love it.  But you two.  Too small.  You look like little girls.  Sorry, but you understand how that would look, yes?”

“Can we at least watch from the edge of the stage?”  Gwen asked eagerly.

“Fine, fine.  But stay to the shadows, yes?  No being seen.”

Gwen and Jenna watched raptly as the others put on a show the likes of which the Blue Vixen had never before seen.  Neysa the giantess dominated the stage, and her belly-dancing was a sight to behold.  She was so big she had to dance to alternate beats, but she made it look gorgeous.  Wendy would run at her, and jump into her arms, only to be launched soaring out over the crowd, and back again.  She was impossibly light for her size, and could glide remarkably far.  Her gliding got steadily more certain, and soon she was making it halfway to the bar and back again, alighting gracefully on the stage.

Liana danced as best she could with her enormous assets, aided by just how light they were.  All the guys were quite eager to get a close look at them, especially once the tops came off.  Her breasts served as a crash pad for some of Wendy’s earlier, less-controlled landings, and would bounce her back up to the giantess.

Leo spun song after song, keeping the show going.  The tips were more than generous.

Afterward, all five girls piled giggling back into the Changing Room, only to find that the card table and chairs had been cleaned up.  Gwen looked around in concern.  “Where’s Donna?”

“Don’t you mean the Chair of Change?”

“Screw that, I want my friend back.  Rowan!”  Gwen ran out into the green room, only to find Rowan approaching her with a sheaf of requests.

“Oh, do grow up dear.  Time to pay the bills.”

“Yes’m.”  Gwen shivered as she felt some of the Moon’s power course through her.  She looked around, curious as to where it had come from.

“Where is Donna?” asked Rowan.

“I was going to ask you that.”  Gwen fidgeted.  Her bra was suddenly feeling rather tight.  She looked down, and sighed when she saw it still had nothing to contain.

“She’s your friend.  Why would I know where she is?”

“Um, because...  Ow, just a minute.”  Gwen untied her top, and sighed with relief.  “Ah, better.  You cleaned up the card table and chairs, yes?”

Rowan nodded.  “She must be around here, you just grew.”

Gwen looked around, curious.  She was eye to eye with Rowan again.  “Oh!  So I did.  I guess she’s... wait, wait.  The chairs.  The Chair.  There was one... different chair.  Where did it go?”

“Oh that!  I assumed it was Donna’s handiwork.  Very suggestive.  So I put it in Room three.”

Gwen sighed.  “That chair isn’t just Donna’s handiwork, it’s Donna.”

Rowan frowned.  “But it was the sixth chair.”

“Donna merged herself with it, and now she thinks she’s a magic chair that changes the people who sit in it.”

“Oh.  Oh dear.  Well, hopefully that won’t cause Tawny too many problems.”

Tawny was at that moment arching over the new chair, using it to pose for the Katy Perry fan that had requested fifteen minutes alone with her.  She still marvelled at her changed voice, and the blue hair was taking some getting used to.

“Do you like what you see, big boy?”  She twirled her top on one finger, then tossed it aside.

“Yeah!  You’re even... bigger than I imagined.”

Tawny smiled prettily.  “The better to tease you with.”

“I’m not complaining.  The bigger the better!”

Tawny moaned as she felt her breasts expand by several cups, and rolled with it.  “Oooh, I think they like you.”

“I think I like them too.”

Tawny sat up, and mimed pointing them at him like weapons.

“Are they going to shoot whipped cream like in the video?”

“I...  Oh!”  Tawny gasped as she felt a rumbling inside her breasts, and a growing pressure.  Then her nipples opened up like nozzles, and something fluffy and white started to stream out.  The first burst caught her client right in the face, and every effort she made to stem the tide just made things worse, covering both her and him in whipped cream.

Tawny started to blush with embarrassment.  It wasn’t supposed to go like this!  Then the guy started laughing uproariously, and tossing great handfuls of the stuff into the air.  So she stopped worrying, and they played like kids in a snowstorm.

When his time was nearly up, Tawny returned to the chair.  She said out loud, “It’s time to clean up,” and hoped for the best.  In a twinkling, the room, Tawny, and her client were perfectly clean.

He looked at her with wondering eyes.  “Did that... really happen?  Or was this all some kind of dream.”

Impulsively, Tawny hopped up and kissed him on the cheek.  “Whatever makes you happy.”

“Thanks.  That was...”  He shook his head.  “Indescribable.”

Tawny slowly made her way back to the green room, and smiled tiredly at Rowan.  “This was fun, but I’d really like my real body back now.”

“Just a minute.  We need our... consultant back to normal.  Did anything happen in there?”

Tawny just started laughing, slumped in a chair.  She checked it twice to make sure it was a normal one.

Gwen and Rowan carried the Chair of Change back to the green room.  Gwen crouched down in front of it, and started talking to it in a low voice. “I know you’re in there still, Donna.  Come on, just give me a little sign.”

The Chair just sat there.  Gwen went on for some time, calling on Donna to remember the woman she was supposed to be.  The Chair continued to sit there, inert.

Liana had been watching for a while, and when Gwen finally ran out of things to say, she asked, “Why are you talking to Donna?  You told us she thinks of herself as the Chair of Change, now.”

“I... honestly, I still think of her as Donna.  I thought she was playing along.”

Liana knelt near the chair, and put her hand against its back.  “Chair of Change, please restore Gwen’s breasts to normal.  She looks wrong so flat.”

Gwen sighed, and nodded as her chest expanded.  “Right.  Very clever.  Chair of Change, please turn yourself back into Donna.”

And just like that, Donna was sitting there, perched on the chair.  “How odd.   Is this really who I used to be?”

“Change your mind back, too, please,” added Liana.

“Oh!  Oh, that’s... huh.  Thanks.”  Donna gave her head a shake.  “Wow.  I got a little lost there.”

Gwen flung herself into Donna’s arms. “I’m so sorry!  I thought I’d lost you.”

“Ssh, ssh.  It’s OK.”  Donna patted Gwen softly.  “I’m fine.  It was... a fascinating perspective to have.  Don’t fuss so, I’m fine.”

“Really?”  Gwen sniffed, wiped away a nascent tear, then could no longer contain her curiosity.  “What was it like?”

“I...  I was just a thing, to be moved around as others wanted.  Being carried into another room like a piece of furniture... at the time it just seemed normal.  But... wow.  Very strange to remember it now. Changing people was fun, there was no need to worry about it.  The best part was when people sat on me.  You have a nice bum.”

Gwen giggled.  “Thanks.  You’re not so bad to sit on, yourself.”

Rowan found them like that, cuddled together on the chair.  “OK, back to work time.  Lots of fantasies just got added, you get to pick and choose.”

Donna thumbed through the requests.  “These first few are more celebs.  Oh, and one porn star.  Want to put more of those in the other rooms?”

“Of course.  I’ll gather suitable girls while you figure out the rest.”

Donna started at the back of the pack, and Gwen read along with her.  “Could you do this one?  You’d look cute as Jeannie.  I bet we still have that old bottle prop... think you could turn yourself into smoke and boil out of it when it opens?”

“I’d rather just shrink down so I fit inside.  Maybe do a little smoke for misdirection as I grow.”

“That’d work.  Ooh, another one with the boob wand.  Please please please?”

“Sure.  C’mon, let’s tell Rowan whose dreams we’re going to make come true.”

A little later, Gwen and Donna were waiting once again in the largest of the private rooms.  When the client came in, Donna handed him the boob-tipped ‘wand’ and explained that she was merely there as a facilitator.

“So... I touch this to her breasts, and they grow?”

Donna nodded.  The guy wasted no time in trying it out, and was bug-eyed when Gwen’s breast grew larger right before his eyes.  It took him a few tries to ‘even her out’, accompanied by much giggling.  Donna made sure that Gwen’s bra dismantled itself artfully as its contents expanded.

Then he asked, “What if I touch it somewhere else?”

Gwen looked over at Donna, and grinned.  “Do it,” she mouthed.

Donna crossed her arms and leaned against the wall.  “What would you like to happen?”

The client shrugged.  “I dunno.  Something cool.”  He touched the wand to Gwen’s hand.  Her fingers and thumb retracted as the rest of her hand ballooned out into a breast.  “Awesome!”

He kept the wand pressed against her hand, watching raptly as the breast expanded.  Her arm retracted as the growth continued.  Her elbow vanished, and before long the now volleyball-sized breast was perched where her left shoulder had been.  Her arm was gone, subsumed by pillowy flesh.

Gwen winked at him.  “You’re quite the disarming type.”

He groaned at the pun, but grinned.  “If that’s the way you’re going to be...”  He touched the wand to her other hand and soon enough her right arm shared the same fate as her left.

The client stepped back to admire his handiwork.  “Wow... just... wow.”  He idly tapped the wand into the palm of his left hand as he considered what to do next.  Gwen giggled.

“What?”

Gwen tried to point at him, and ended up using a foot to indicate the boob that had replaced his hand.  “That!”

He stared at it, then started laughing.  “Hey, at least I can touch this one.”

“Why not take your shirt off and give yourself some more?”

He considered that for a moment, then shook his head. “I’d rather give you more.”   His first target was Gwen’s legs.  Touching the wand to a hip caused it to expand, sucking in the leg.  Gwen waved her foot at him and wiggled her toes just before they vanished.  When both legs were gone, she wobbled and nearly fell over.  Donna came to the rescue, and stabilized her on her two huge new breasts.

The client carried on, using the wand to add large breasts here and there on her torso.  He was careful to balance them out so that she wouldn’t fall.  He commented that it was a bit like playing Jenga with breasts.  Donna and Gwen both got a laugh out of that.

Finally, there was nothing of Gwen to be seen but her head and over a dozen breasts ranging from simply large, to huge, to the enormous pair that had once been her legs.

“There.  Perfect.  Nothing but breasts.  You look like a slightly lumpy raspberry.”

Donna giggled.   “With a head for a stem.”

He reached the wand toward Gwen’s face, then hesitated, and looked over at Donna.  She nodded, so he continued.  Gwen moaned softly before her mouth blended away into the fleshy orb of her newest breast.  Once the last of her hair was finally absorbed, the client let the wand drop to his side.

“She won’t suffocate, right?”

Donna nodded.  “She’ll be fine.  Having a boob for a head is actually quite pleasant, once you get used to the lack of sight and sound.”

“Do tell.”  He reached up, and touched his own head with the wand.

“Huh,” muttered Donna as she made his head transform.  “I figured you were going to start in on me.”

Donna cuddled up to Gwen, caressing random boobs to make her squirm.  She watched as the client started playing with his new, giant breast.  When he reached for the wand again, he picked it up by the tip.  Donna didn’t know if it was an accident or intentional, but she changed his hand to a breast regardless.  From the way he started caressing himself with his new breast-hand, he didn’t seem to mind.

When the green light over the door gave way to red, Donna changed him back to normal.  He still had some of his clothes on, so it was easy to let the power put him back the way he was supposed to be.  He dressed hastily, blushing.

“It looked like you were having fun,” commented Donna, still idly playing with Gwen’s breasts.

“Yeah.  That was...  Are you going to leave her like that?”  Once he realized what Donna was doing, he couldn’t take his eyes off Gwen.

“Probably.  I think she’s cute like this.  Maybe if you’re really nice, next time I’ll let you watch.”

He gargled something incoherent as he skittered out the door.

Donna rolled Gwen back to the green room before restoring her.

“Woo!” said Gwen, as soon as she had a head.  “That one was fun.  What’d he do after my head?”

Donna laughed.  “His own, if you can believe it.”

“Oooh.  I wish I’d seen that.”

“I bet we’ll get him back again before long.  He had fun.”

“So did I.  You know how to make a girl all tingly.”

Donna blushed.  “It was partially for his benefit.”

“Riiight.  Come on, let’s see if we can’t find that genie bottle for the next one.”

Gwen didn’t have much luck with the search, but Rowan was able to locate the bottle for them.  She blew the dust off of it, and handed it to Donna, who winced, and set it down quickly.

“That’s real silver filigree on it!  Where did you get this?  It looks ancient.”

“I can have someone else carry it to the room, if you’d like.”

Gwen picked the bottle up carefully.  “You can avoid the silver if you hold it by the neck.”

Donna shook her head.  “I don’t know if this is a good idea.”

Gwen pulled the stopper out, and a swirl of dust startled the both of them.  “You can almost imagine there was a real genie in here, once.  Come on, shrink yourself down and I’ll pop you inside.”

Donna was three inches tall before she could produce a counter-argument, and of course Gwen was true to her word.  Donna slid down to the bottom of the bottle as Gwen righted it.  She tried to call out to Gwen, to tell her not to close the bottle, but her voice was too tiny.  The stopper slid home with what sounded to her like the rumble of a granite stone closing a cave.

Donna felt very small, very alone, and utterly powerless.  It took her a few moments for that last to register.  She couldn’t feel the Moon, or the power that could restore her.  She shivered, wrapped her arms tightly about herself, and started pacing.  

Donna studied the silver on the outside of the bottle.  It was a tightly woven pattern, with the only large gap up near the neck, and that was blocked by the solid silver base of the stopper.  It reminded her of a Faraday cage, and she realized that it must be doing just that to the Moon’s magic.  There was enough silver in all directions that it simply couldn’t get through.  She was stuck at her size, at the mercy of whoever held the bottle.  

“Just like a genie,” she whispered to herself.

Through the smoked glass she watched the green room pass her by.  Gwen set her in the middle of the floor of the private room, then left.  Donna was all alone.  She paced back and forth on the bottom of the bottle, waiting for the client to appear.  She hoped he knew enough to open the bottle, otherwise he was going to have a boring session.  Not to mention that the isolation from the Moon’s power was starting to drive her more than a little stir-crazy, and if it didn’t get opened soon she just might start to believe that she really was an imprisoned genie.

When he finally did show up, Donna bounced to her feet with anticipation.  He looked around the room, and while he may not have noticed the tiny form waving at him from behind the smoked glass, he did quickly spot the bottle.  He strode toward the bottle and scooped it up.  The bottle rose like an express elevator, twisting and turning.  It felt like the beginning of an intense roller-coaster ride.  Then the stopper was away and the Moon was back and she was free!

Donna sent a billow of pink smoke shooting into the air so her saviour wouldn’t see her elongating form wriggle snakelike out of the bottle’s top.  Under cover of the roiling smoke she completed her growth, and then arranged herself into Barbara Eden’s famous palms-together pose.

Donna dispelled the smoke, and then kneeled.  She brought her hands down and bowed far more reverently than she’d originally imagined. “Thank you for rescuing this humble one.  What is your wish, my Master?”