Moonstone 33

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“Wow, you take this seriously.”

Donna stayed deep in her bow.  “Yes, Master.  What is your wish?”

“Do I only get one?”

“No, Master.  Within this room, and the time allotted, you may have as many wishes as you desire.”

“Oh.  Well, then I wish you looked like Jeannie from the TV show.”

Donna grinned, and crossed her arms.  “Of course, master.”   Moments later, she had Barbara Eden’s youthful features, and to show them to her Master she had lift her gaze to meet his.  He seemed genuinely surprised at her change.

“How?”

“It is magic, Master.”

“I can... wish for anything?”

“So long as it stays inside the room, yes.”

“I wish I was an astronaut!”

Donna crossed her arms and nodded once again.  “As you wish, Master.”

“What’s going on?” he asked, as he patted down his clothes.  They were shifting and changing, his jacket and pants turning silver and becoming bulkier.

“You wished to be an astronaut, Master.  Is this not what you wanted?”

He rushed to one of the room’s mirrors and stared at himself.  “I look like Major Nelson.  He’s not a real astronaut, he’s just a character.”

“From the same show as me.”  Donna posed to show off her pink harem suit.

“Oh.  I was thinking... I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Donna smiled at his confusion.  “Wishes are potent things.  It could be worse, I could have turned you into Buzz Aldrin.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad.”

“At his current age.”

“Ah.  Well, at least that shows you’re not one of those evil genies that always twist the wishes they grant to harm their master.”

Donna bowed again.  “No, I am not.  But I do have a sense of humour, so twisting to that end...”

Master chuckled.  “Oh good.  Then I won’t start crafting my wishes like a lawyer.  I know too many of them, they’re no fun.”

Donna was happy that this Master seemed much nicer than her previous... where did that thought come from?  She frowned in concentration, trying to track down the memory.

“Jeannie?  Jeannie!”

Donna startled out of her reverie.  “Sorry, Master.  What did you wish?”

“What’s wrong?  You looked miles away.”

“I am sorry Master.”  Donna cast about for an excuse.  “I spent a long time in that bottle and I’m still a bit disoriented.  What year is it?”

He chuckled.  “Funny.  Come on, I wish we were weightless.”

Donna felt her insides hollow out, turning to gas.  She drifted toward the ceiling.  “Oooh!  I’ve never done this before.”

Master looked worried. “I feel very strange.  What are you doing to me?”

Donna wafted herself closer.  “Turning you into a balloon, like me.”  She held out her hand, and Master squeezed it.  Her hand squished to nothing in his grip, and popped back as he let go.

“Oh!  Wow.”  He tried jumping up and down, and each time he fell back more slowly.  But he kept coming down.  “Why don’t I drift around like you?”

“It’s your suit.  Far too heavy.”

Master wrestled with it for some time, then growled, “I wish I was out of this already.”

So Donna shrunk him to half his size, and he popped out of the neck of the suit wearing only his underwear.

They laughed and played, tumbling through the air.  Master enjoyed being smaller, and wish by wish their size differences grew.  Donna expanded to a spherical pink ‘Moon’, and Master orbited around her, guided by gentle breezes.  He chose his landing spot, near the base of Mt. Nipple, and the scale changed once again.

By the end, Donna was a nipple-mountain taking up most of the room, and Master was well under an inch tall.  He bounded up the yielding slopes, his buoyancy tweaked to make his apparent weight about one sixth of normal.

When time was up, Donna put everything back to rights.  Getting his jacket back to the right shape was the hardest part, and she wasn’t sure she’d gotten him back to exactly the proper height.

Master sighed at the door, looking back at her.  “You were incredible.  I wish I could keep you.”

Donna didn’t even have time to protest, her body dissolved to mist and flew into the bottle.  She had time to return to human just before the cap came down, sealing her in once more.  She curled up on the bottom of the bottle, rocking back and forth.  She had thought he would be different, but they were all the same...

The bottle bounced around quite violently, tossing Donna about.  She just curled into a tighter ball in response, and idly wished she’d stayed inflatable.  It would make entering and leaving the bottle easier, too.  She wondered if Master would approve.

The ride smoothed out, then the bottle was set down.  Donna wondered how many ages she’d be waiting this time.

Not many, it turned out.  The cap scraped above her, and before it had even cleared the neck of the bottle, she was boiling out again.

“Thank you for releasing me again Mas...  Oh!  Mistress.  What happened to the previous Master?”

Gwen smiled.  “I was watching, and told the bouncer what happened.  Ben can be quite persuasive.”

“So you rescued me?  Then you are indeed my new Mistress.  What do you wish?”

“The scene is over, Donna.  No more masters or mistresses.”

Donna frowned in puzzlement.  “I don’t understand.”

“I mean you don’t need to grant my wishes.”

“But you’re my Mistress.  That’s how it works.”

“OK, fine.  I wish for you to be free of the bottle, and back to normal Donna.”

Donna wobbled, and would have fallen if Gwen wasn’t there to catch her.  “Woah.  Thanks.  That was...”  She shook her head, trying to clear it.

“What happened?  Did the bottle do that?”

“I don’t know.  Maybe.  I think it was partly me, too, I went a little stir crazy inside it.”

“At least you had fun once you were out.”

“Yeah.  Except whatever he wished for, I had to do.  He could have wished for anything, and I’d have had no choice but to do it.”

“He wished you into a giant nipple.  How much worse could it be, really?”

Donna waved that away.  “Come on, that was fun.  Being this or that, heck I’ve done worse to myself by accident.  I was worried he’d wish my personality to change.  I managed to keep him distracted enough it never occurred to him.”

“Wait, you can do that?  I thought you could just suit mind to form.”

“Only to myself.  I try not to think about it too much.”

Gwen pouted. “I freed you too early.”

“Oh?  What would you have wished?”

“I wish you loved me like I love you.”

Donna laughed softly.  “Oh, Gwen.  That’s no wish at all.  I fell for you when we met, but first you were messed up by the Moon, and I couldn’t know how you really felt.  The thing is... I have a wife and two wonderful kids.  I love them too, and won’t harm them.  They come first.”

“Oh.  Wrong time, wrong place, huh.  Story of my life.”

Donna hugged Gwen tight.  “I’m sorry.  I’m not very good at this part, but I really hope we can still be friends.”

Gwen started to giggle, with a slightly mad tinge.  “You did not just ‘let’s just be friends’ me.”

Donna looked down.  “What else can I do?  It’s not fair to you to lead you on.  I’m not going to leave them, not for anything.”

“I just wish...”

Donna stiffened. “Don’t.  Please.”

“What?”

“I don’t think the wish thing is done with me.”

“You mean...”  Gwen’s eyes widened.  “I wish your nose was purple.”

“Hey!”  Donna protested.  Gwen just giggled and pointed.  “Hmf.”  Donna put it back to normal.

“Aww.  Spoilsport.”

“Wish for something I wouldn’t do.”

Gwen thought for a moment.  “Not mental?”

Donna shuddered.  “Let’s not.”

“The worst that comes to mind is...  I wish you were paralyzed from the waist down.”

Donna’s legs collapsed from under her.  Gwen was prepared enough to catch her before she hit the floor.  Gwen held her carefully, and set her down on a nearby chair, holding her until she was sure Donna had her balance.

“This sucks.  You had to live like this for how long?”

“Too long.”

Donna poked at her legs.  “How can such a simple change feel so weird?  I’ve always been able to feel whatever parts I have.  These are just... big inert lumps.”

“So you see what you saved me from.  I won’t ever forget that.”

“Forget what?” asked Jenna.

Gwen spun to face her.  “Nothing.  Private.  What’s up?”

“We lost the card game, remember?  So it’s our turn to clean up.”

“Aw, fooey.”  Gwen pulled a face.  “Ah well, someone needs to do it.”

“I’ll go rescue Kate,” said Donna.  She pushed herself out of her chair, and barely caught herself from falling face-first onto the floor.

“Are you OK?” asked Jenna, worriedly.

“Fine, fine.  My legs just... fell asleep.  They’re fine now.  I’ll go get Kate.  Have the others changed back?”

“Wendy said she wanted to stay Tinkerbell for a bit.  I found her a big enough coat to cover her wings.  Nissa took off a while back, as Marilyn.  Neysa’s normal size now, though.  And Liana’s waiting so you can help her get her implants back to a more reasonable size.”

Donna first went to fetch Kate from the front door.  She was not at all happy to be changed back from a mannequin, and argued with Donna until Gwen pulled her aside.

“Go take care of Liana,” Gwen said, shooing Donna off.

Kate and Gwen soon had their heads together, scheming.  Donna wondered what they were up to, and only paid half her attention to reducing Liana’s implants to normal size.

“All set?” she asked Liana when her proportions were more conventional.

“Yep.  Thanks!”  Liana waved cheerily as she headed out the door.  Once it was closed behind her, she whispered to her right breast, “I guess you win the bet.”

“I told you she’d forget about me if I kept quiet,” came Zoey’s muffled voice from inside that same breast.

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Absolutely.”

“Cool.  We’re going to have such fun this week!”


Meanwhile, Donna was facing Gwen and Kate across the card table.  Dealt out in front of each of them was a substantial pile of cards.

“Just what do you two have up your sleeves?”

Gwen and Kate grinned matching grins, but said nothing.  Gwen raised her naked arms and mimed a magician demonstrating that there was nothing up her entirely absent sleeves.

Donna tossed a 7 of hearts onto the table.  “Your turn.”

Both of the girls wordlessly drew a card.  Donna played again, and again, and neither of them did anything but draw.  Eventually Donna sighed, and laid down her last four cards, all four eights.  “I get it.  You want to lose.  You have at least twenty cards each.”

The same enigmatic smiles met her questioning gaze.  Donna shrugged, and started to reduce their breasts.  She’d done so much of that tonight, it took little more than intent to start the process.  Once their chests were flat, she gestured downward and they started to shrink.  As the world grew around them, Gwen and Kate scrambled up onto the table, and walked closer to Donna.  She stopped them both at six inches tall.  

“So.  You’ve lost your chests, and your height.  And you still have cards to pay for.  What’s next?”

“Hours,” said Kate.

“Days,” said Gwen.

“Doesn’t much matter.  The Moon sets in about three hours.  So you’ll be stuck as... what?”

“Whatever you like.  I know you can change yourself into anything,” said Gwen.  “So it’s not like winning the game matters to you.  But winning us...  We’re your playthings.”

“Your toys,” added Kate.

“You don’t know what you’re asking,” breathed Donna.  “This small... it takes no effort at all to change you.  A moment’s inattention and I could shrink you out of existence.”

Kate looked sharply at Gwen, who shrugged.  “You’d bring us back.  I saw you with astronaut guy, he was even smaller than this, and never vanished.”

“But what if...”

“Gah,” interrupted Kate. “Just get on with it.  I wanna be a toy.”

And just like that, she was.

“Hm,” mused Donna.  “She’s a bit short for a Barbie.”

“I don’t think that’s the kind of doll she was thinking of,” giggled Gwen.

“I suppose we should ask.”

Kate sighed.  “Why’d you change me back?”

“Well... I kind of figured that a child’s doll wasn’t the kind of toy you had in mind.”

“What I had in mind isn’t the point,” huffed Kate, putting her hands on her hips.  It didn’t have the desired effect, at six inches tall it looked more cute than any kind of imposing.

“Sorry?”

“Don’t be sorry.  We’re supposed to be your playthings.”

“But I don’t want to do something unpleasant, or...”

“I wish you’d stop fretting and make with the magic, alr...”  A wisp of green vapour drifted where Kate had stood.

Gwen gasped, and looked up at Donna with alarm.  “She didn’t just...”

“She did.”  Donna waved her hand, and Gwen dissolved into purple smoke, twining and twisting with Kate’s.  Donna played with the streams of smoke, twisting and shifting them into artistic shapes.  She particularly liked the heart and arrow.  When she tried to draw a smiley face into the cloud, though, it didn’t work as she’d hoped.  She needed something more solid to sculpt like that.

Two lumps of coloured putty fell to the tabletop.  Donna rolled them into spheres, and gave them crude faces, poking in eyes and a mouth with her fingers.

Donna tired of that, and with a wave of her hand Gwen and Kate were human again, though still six inches tall.

Gwen was the first to recover.  “That was different.  Drifting about...  Not the same as being vanished, though.”

Kate looked at Gwen concernedly.  Or would have, if Gwen had still been there.  “What did you do?” she demanded of Donna.

“Vanished her.  Gone, poof, nothing left.”

“Bring her back, you crazy witch!”

“Now, now.  Manners.”  Donna waved her hand, and Kate vanished.  “Well.  This is boring.”

Gwen appeared, and wobbled a bit on her feet.  “What was that?”

Donna tilted her head curiously.  “What did it feel like?”

“Not much.  I could think, but couldn’t feel or see anything.  I couldn’t even hear myself breathe.”

“Hm.  But you could still think, hm?  What if I...”  Donna stared at the space beside Gwen, where Kate had been standing.

Gwen felt the power flash past her, and stared back up at Donna.  “What did you just do?”

“Made her mind suit her shape.”

“But she’s not anything...  Is that even safe?”

“Doesn’t matter.  Worst comes to worst, she’ll reappear here in a week or so.”

“Oh.  So she’s not gone-gone?”

“Oh, she’s only a memory at this point.  Hm.  I wonder if I erased my own memory...”

“No!  Don’t do it.”

Donna’s distant gaze returned, and fixed on Gwen.  “Why not?”

“You don’t want to spoil your toys, do you?  Two toys are better than one...”

“Oh, I suppose.”

Kate reappeared beside Gwen, and promptly fell over like a doll with the strings cut.  A few moments later she sat up, blinking.  “What just happened?”

“I erased you, then erased your mind.”

“Oh?  Could you do that when I’m a mannequin?  That way I’d really get the inanimate experience.”

Gwen laughed, with a slight hysteric tinge to it.  “You wouldn’t have any experience at all.”

“But I’d really, truly be a thing, then.”

“I can arrange that.  Let’s see, how else shall I play with you.  Oh, I know!”

The two dancers froze in place, flattened to two dimensions.  White card-stock appeared around them.  “Hm.  Gwen, you should be the Queen of Hearts.  I guess that makes Kate the Queen of Diamonds.”  She shrunk the cards down to fit the deck, and shuffled them into it.  She started playing solitaire, got bored, and dug through the pile for the special extra cards.  Then she grinned, and each card turned into a stack of cards, which she proceeded to shuffle together, over and over until they were quite thoroughly mixed up.

“Huh.  I can still tell which bits of you are which.”

The cards fell to dust in her hands, and rebuilt into individual women once again.  Kate looked stunned, but Gwen grinned, and pirouetted on the card table. “That was wild, when you shuffled us.  Nice one.  What’s next?”

Donna shrugged.  “I’ve just been winging it.”  She giggled, and both of the girls grew fairy wings.

Gwen tried to fly, but her wings weren’t remotely big or strong enough.  “Fooey,” she moped, after falling back to the tabletop for the third time.

“Any suggestions?”

Kate sighed.  “Still not the point.  We’re supposed to be the playthings.”

Donna grinned saucily.  “And I know what kind of plaything you’d like to be.”  It took only a moment’s thought to start Kate changing, melting into a puddle of pink rubber.  What grew out of the puddle was the working bits of a love-doll, a ribbed hollow leading into the depths of cabbage-sized ovoid of pink rubber.

Gwen stepped closer to Kate’s new form, peering inside curiously.  “Wow.  I could fit in here.”

“Good idea.”  Gwen’s form melted into a puddle, and when she reformed, it was as a large, translucent pink phallus.  Donna was reluctant to push Gwen into Kate... but not reluctant to turn the leftover cards into a complicated set of motors, gears, and cams that would drive Gwen in and out of Kate with no further intervention on her part.

The contraption hummed into motion, and soon the two sex-toys were oscillating back and forth, in a mechanical emulation of the real act.

Donna was fascinated.  Porn videos had never really done much for her, with their focus on gyno-cam views.  But this was somehow more antiseptic, less... messy.  She wanted to see it closer, and that thought was enough to start her shrinking.  She scrambled up onto the table, and as she dwindled she walked toward the fornicating apparatus.

The dildo was thicker through than she was tall.  The gap it was plunging into was so huge, she could have walked down it with her arms stretched wide, and not touched the sides.  And still Donna shrank, until both towered over her, a titanic piston ramming its way into its synthetic home.

At this size, the squeaking of rubber on rubber was deafening, and it occurred to her that they could use some lubricant.  Her body melted into clear goo, and oozed its way towards the entry.

As she was sliming her way toward her goal, a part of Donna’s mind imagined what would happen next.  She would be wicked up between the plunging phallus and it’s partner, smushed around inside, and become part of the performance until the pleasure overwhelmed her.  The Moon would set, and at some point the next day, Rowan would walk in, and find the mess.  She’d pull the contraption apart, clean it up, and put it away.

She would go down the drain!  Surviving the sewage treatment plant might be asking a bit much.  But by the time Donna had reached this conclusion, she was already being pulled in by the machine she’d set in motion, and the feeling of gliding over slick smooth surfaces was almost too much to bear.

The little part of her mind that focussed on self-preservation called out ‘Stop’ at the top of its lungs.  The machine froze, as did Gwen and Kate, changing from yielding rubber to smooth, cold granite.

It took Donna several minutes to gather her thoughts and seep out of her newest erotic sculpture.   She stood up, human once again, and grew herself to about a foot tall.  That way she could stay on the table with Gwen and Kate.  As she invoked their names, their stone forms reformed into human ones, then animated as they became flesh and blood once more.

Both were panting heavily.  Eventually, Gwen asked, “Why’d you stop?”

“I didn’t want to...  But I’d have ended up down the drain.  Are you OK?  That was... uh, maybe I went a bit too far.”

Gwen grinned up at her friend. “No.  That was amazing.”

“No, it was fucking incredible,” added Kate.  “Change me ba... mmf!”  Her mouth disappeared at a thought from Donna.

“Kate had her turn.  What were you hoping for, Gwen?”

“We never did see that whole breast absorption thing finish.”

“Oooh, yes.  Come here, my little pretties.”  Donna kneeled, bringing her breasts down low enough to reach her friends.  Gwen scampered up to Donna’s left breast, and hugged it.  Kate sauntered up to the other one, with what looked like it would have been a grin if she’d still had lips.

Donna concentrated on the change, trying to slow it down so she could enjoy it.  She put her hands on the dancers’ backs, pushing gently.  The last she saw of Gwen’s face was a huge grin, before her head and shoulders melted into Donna’s breast.  The wriggling and squirming made Donna moan with pleasure, and lose control.  She grabbed them tight, and her breasts billowed over them, taking both girls and her arms as well.  The pleasure overwhelmed her, and she blacked out.

* * *

Donna was alone on the table, alone with her enormous breasts.  She sat up, wobbled a bit, and looked around.  “Wow.  That was...  What just happened?  And why are my breasts so tingly?”

She tried to reach them with her legs, but didn’t have the flexibility.  That was easy enough to fix by softening the bones and turning her legs into tentacles.  Touching her nipples sent an electric jolt through her breasts, making them ripple and wriggle as if alive.  And if one touch felt that good, more would be better.  Her legs divided, turning into four tentacles, then eight.  Probing, squirming, getting into every nook and cranny.  The problem was, there weren’t enough places for them to get into.  So Donna liberally added pussies here and there, wherever tentacle-tips happened to be at the time.

Then there were too few tentacles, and the cycle started again.  Donna lost track of just how many, and soon it just didn’t matter.  Everything felt wonderful, and more was always better.  Once again, pleasure overtook her, sending her rational mind spiralling down into oblivion.

* * *

Something had changed.  Donna rolled toward the edge of the table, wincing at all the chafed spots as they touched the hard surface.  Eyes formed at the ends of several tentacles, peering this way and that.  Everything seemed normal enough.  But still, something was different now.

The Moon!  Donna reached out to it, and no power came.  Her eyestalks all swivelled toward the clock in the room.  An hour after closing.  It was too early for the Moon to set, what had happened?

Despite the walls in the way, despite the cloud, Donna could still see the Moon in her mind’s eye.  And in that mental image, a curved bite had been taken out of one edge.

“No, no, no...  Why didn’t I think to check!” she burbled.  “Of all the rotten times for a lunar eclipse...”