Moontouched 1

A familiar old voice greeted Duncan when he answered the phone.  “Darling, it has been too long.  Come see me tomorrow night.”

Duncan grinned in spite himself.  He hadn’t heard from Pauline – or anyone from the Blue Vixen either – since he’d given up the Moonstone.  “I think I can free up some time.  But why?”  The fact that tomorrow night would be a full Moon made him slightly suspicious.

“I enjoyed our little chats.”

Duncan laughed.  “Be that way.  I’ll see you tomorrow.  Eight-ish?”

Duncan’s wife Sidney shook her head when he mentioned Pauline’s request.  “Still, she seems harmless enough.  I’m sure she’d enjoy some company.  Don’t be too late!”

The next night, Duncan knocked on Pauline’s workshop door shortly after eight.  When he came in, he saw snippets of fabric draped everywhere.  Pauline was obviously in the middle of a design frenzy.  “Um, is this a bad time?”

The spry elderly woman tugged him inside with an excited twinkle in her eye.  “No, is perfect time.  You remember Heather, right?  She... kept your last gift to her.  Now she’s feeling too big for her britches, must have a dozen outfits done for her big break, has no time for poor old Pauline to fit them on her.”

Duncan blinked at all that.  “So...  Don’t you have a dummy to use?”

Pauline waved a hand at the tailor’s dummies lining the wall of the room.  “Do any of those look like they have M-cup breasts?”

“Well, no.”  Duncan noticed the significant look Pauline was giving him. “Hey, you know I gave up the Moonstone, right?  I’m retired from the Blue Vixen gig.”

“Yes.  And yet, here we are...”

Duncan laughed resignedly.  “You knew.  How?”

Pauline tapped the side of her nose.  “I thought so!  Come, come, we have much work to do.”

Duncan stripped his shirt off, revealing two small, flat, but still quite feminine breasts.  Riding high between them, his Moon-shaped ‘birthmark’ glowed softly.

“I noticed those under your shirt.  And the glow made me sure.”

Duncan laughed.  “Sidney hasn’t figured it out yet, I don’t think.  At least she’s trying very hard not to.”

Pauline dug out a bra that Duncan found oddly familiar.  As Pauline handed it over to him, he suddenly remembered where he’d seen it.  “That’s one of Hannah’s... oh, right.  So you want me to turn myself into her, to do the fitting?”

“Or a dummy with the right curves...”  Pauline pointed at one of hers, then turned back to Duncan.  “Oh!  That works too.”

Duncan chuckled softly.  His head hadn’t changed, but below his neck was nothing but the purple fabric of Pauline’s other mannequins.  The bra fit his altered curves perfectly.  “This way you don’t need to worry about poking me with pins.”

Pauline huffed at Duncan’s comment, but she was smiling.  “I never poke my clients.  But I can work faster like this.  Thank you.”

As Pauline worked, she asked Duncan what he’d been up to since they’d last spoken.  Before he knew it, Duncan had told the tale of the last night at the Blue Vixen, and how he’d abused his powers to turn Gwen and Kate into his toys, then nearly erased them from existence.

Pauline stabbed a pin into Duncan’s plush body, drawing a look of alarm from him.  Once he realized that it hadn’t hurt, he relaxed.  “That’s not how Gwen tells the story,” Pauline said.

Duncan tried to look away from Pauline, but she just rotated him on his base until he faced her again.  “I...  God, you’d already heard I’d turned into a monster?  And still wanted to see me?”

Pauline snorted derisively.  “Monster?  Pfah!  You are no monster.”

Duncan sighed, looking up at her once more.  “That’s what Arwen keeps trying to tell me.  I almost believe it.  I thought when I got rid of the Moonstone, it would be over.”

Pauline chuckled softly as she continued with the fitting.  “Not so easy, hmm?”

“No.  All that power, that corrosive power... that was me.  It wasn’t the Moonstone that twisted and erased them.  It was me.  The things I did...”  Duncan started hyperventilating.

Pauline pushed gently down on his head.  “No.  None of this, or I cannot work.  Down, down.”

Duncan looked up at her with big sad eyes.  They lit on the silver ring that she was brandishing in her other hand.  “You...”

“Gwen talks, talks, talks.  She knows you.  Let go for a little while.”

Duncan flashed her a grateful smile as he gave in to the pressure on his head.  It sunk away into a flat plate, and as Pauline removed her hand a little pincushion formed.  Duncan was now just a dummy, indistinguishable from any of the other tailor’s dummies in Pauline’s workroom.  Indistinguishable but for the immense size of its chest, anyway.  Pauline set the silver ring on top of the dummy, and secured it with a pin.

“There.  No fussing.”

When the ring touched his form, Duncan’s whirling mind settled and slowed.  Silver not only prevented him from changing, it gave him a mind to fit his form.  As a dummy he wasn’t entirely mindless, but he couldn’t remember being otherwise, or why he’d been so distressed.  That he was being used was everything he wanted in the world.

Pauline worked steadily and rapidly for another twenty minutes, then made a phone call.  When she returned to her stand she sighed, and plucked the silver ring free.

For just long enough to make Pauline worry, nothing happened.  Then Duncan’s head emerged, smiling at her.  “Thanks.  I needed that.”

Pauline curtsied to him.  “You’ve been very helpful.  But I have many hours of work ahead of me, and you have friends who need to see you.  They’re expecting you.”

“But... I...”

“Just change one of the other dummies to match you, and I’ll be fine.”

“Oh.”  Duncan blushed.  “Right.”  One of the dummies started growing slowly, and after a minute its bustline rivalled his own.  

Pauline wheeled the changed dummy beside him, and studied both with a critical eye.  She put one of the fitted outfits on it, and then nodded.  “A perfect match.  But for the head, you could be twins.”

Duncan was already changing back to human, though he still had Hannah’s curves.  He danced out of the last outfit Pauline had left on him, a sparkly thing in emerald green.   “I like this one.  Could I persuade you to make one in my size?”

Pauline grinned broadly.  “Of course!  The same measurements as before?”

Duncan shrugged.  As he picked up his clothes his body slimmed down here and bulked up there, returning to the mostly male form he’d arrived in.  “Whatever tickles your fancy.  Imagine me as something wild.”

“Ah, a fun project...”  Pauline’s eyes sparkled with mischief.  “You shall not be disappointed.  I’ll have it to the club before the next full moon.”

“You’re the best, Pauline.”

“I know.  Go!  Go.”  She shooed him out the door.

“Go where?”

“The Blue Vixen.  I called, they’re expecting you.”

Duncan looked doubtful but Pauline’s smile reassured him.

By the time he’d driven to the club, the confidence Pauline had inspired was entirely spent.  How could he possibly face the people he’d abused so?  To stall for time, he called his wife, and told her that he might be later than he’d planned.

Sidney sighed in his ear.  “You’re at the club, aren’t you.”

“Not yet.”

“Have you been going, these past months?  When you disappear on full moon nights?”

“No!  I told you where I was going.  I’ve been seeing Arwen those nights.”

“But you’re already seeing Doctor Sakurai once a week.”

Duncan sighed softly.  “This so isn’t the place for this talk but...  On the full Moon nights I pay for my counselling sessions with her.  There are three new girls and one new guy in the world that are finally their correct gender.  You should have seen how happy they were!”

He could almost hear Sidney trembling on the other end of the line.  “You can still...”

“Yes.  The Moonstone was a conduit, but I don’t need it any more.  All the crazy stuff, the eclair... that was all me.”

“I don’t think I’m ever going to take my silver off again.”

“Aww... sweetie, please don’t be like that.  You really had fun, too.  Remember when you were tiny?”

“I...”  Her voice warmed with the memory.  “OK.  Yeah.  That part was incredible.”

“If you trust me, we can do it again.”

“I... I’ll think about it.  We’ll talk when you get home.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.  Now go make enough money to buy me an iPhone.”

“Yes dear.”  Duncan grinned as he flipped his phone closed.  His cheerful mood carried him up to the front entrance of the Blue Vixen.  It felt odd to be coming in this way, he hadn’t used it in so long.  He paid the cover charge instead of trying to explain, and walked on in to the bar.

The crowd was focussed on the stage, where a dancer with improbably large breasts gyrated.  Duncan frowned.  Nissa hadn’t been that well endowed before, had she?  But he couldn’t really be sure, it had been months, and he’d never seen her from the audience’s viewpoint.  She was imposing up there.  The nordic blonde was taller than he was even as Duncan, and the stage made her tower over him that much more.

Duncan took a seat at the bar, bought a shot of tequila, and waited.  He hoped to spot Rowan and talk to her, but it was Gwen who he noticed first.  The slim ash blonde slinked up onto the stage to the opening notes of a familiar song, and Duncan felt his body twitch to the beat.  He felt his Donna-self strain to be free, to go up and dance, and to hold her back took effort.

As Duncan watched, his smile faded.  Gwen wasn’t dancing like she used to.  She was good, she was putting a brave face on it... but Gwen didn’t have that spark of joy she’d become so used to seeing when dancing with her as Donna.  As he watched, Duncan’s frown deepened.  He knew Gwen’s bust-line intimately from their dances, and Gwen definitely was bigger than he remembered.

Before he knew it, Gwen’s set was over, and she was slipping into the crowd.  He watched her smile and nod at this one or that one, going through the routine that he’d never been good at.  Then, across the room, her gaze met his.  He saw the spark light in her eyes, and a moment later she was charging across the room, scattering patrons in her wake.

Duncan braced himself for the impact, not at all sure what was going to happen.  Gwen arrived with a flying hug that nearly sent him into the bar.

“Donna Donna Donna!  You’re back!  Oh, I knew you’d come back!”  Gwen’s exclamations were punctuated with ferocious kisses.  The crowd cheered.

When they finally came up for air, Gwen started dragging her friend back toward the green room door.  “Come on, come on!  All the others will want to see you.”

“But I can’t go in there like this!” protested Donna.

Gwen turned to give her a good looking over.  “You look ready to dance, to me.  I like the top, the green goes well with your cat-eyes.”

Donna stared down at herself in shock.  Instead of a middle-aged guy she saw a different but familiar body – the lithe, over-endowed body she’d danced in many a night.  She had turned herself female without noticing, and even changed her outfit.  Before she could process that, Gwen was dragging her forward again, and through into the green room.

“Donna!” called out Kate, as she saw who Gwen was dragging behind her.  Every face in the room turned towards Donna.  Much to her surprise, everyone was smiling at her.  Donna smiled back half-heartedly, growing nervous at the looks of expectation and wonder she was getting.  

Then Kate was rushing at her much as Gwen had, and Donna cringed.  The curvy blonde swept her up in a bone-crushing hug, and much to Donna’s surprise said, “I’m so, so sorry.”

Donna looked from Kate to Gwen and back again in confusion.  “You’re sorry?   But...  What...  I...  I don’t...”

As Kate let go the clamour around her became louder.  The other girls were crowding around Donna, asking if she could change them, and talking among themselves about the Moon not being out and that no longer mattering...

Donna reached out to Gwen in panic and grabbed her hand.  “What have you been telling them?”

Rowan bustled up at that point, and the older woman shooed the other girls back.  “Give them some room.  There will be time for all that later.”  Then she looked at Donna appraisingly and added softly, “Won’t there?”

Donna made the slightest of nods, and Rowan smiled.  “I just need...” Donna started, then looked longingly at the Changing Room.

Rowan followed her gaze.  “Of course.”  She led them over to the old dressing room, and opened it up.  “You two need to sort things out.  Talk.  Come out when you’re ready.”  Donna was still clutching Gwen’s hand, and they both slipped into the Changing Room.  Donna was amused to see that the sign was still up on the door, and someone had even embellished it with a picture of the full moon.

Despite Rowan’s protests, Kate slipped inside as well.  “This concerns me too,” Kate claimed.  Rowan nodded brusquely and shut the door on the three of them.

Donna collapsed on a chair, and without letting go of her hand Gwen pulled another one beside it, and sat down against her.  Donna purred happily, and leaned against Gwen with her eyes half closed.  Then she sighed softly, and without looking up asked, “Can we start with why Kate was apologizing to me?”

Another chair dragged across the floor, and creaked as Kate sat in it.  “The card game, deliberately losing to you... that was my idea.  I wanted to become your toy.”

Donna laughed bitterly.  “Well, I guess you got what you wanted.”

Kate moaned breathily.  “Oh, did I ever.  Especially after I said something that Gwen has since told me was really, really stupid.”

Donna’s brow creased with puzzlement and she looked up.  “What did you say?”

“I said I wish...”

“No!” exclaimed Gwen and Donna in unison.  Donna felt the power lick out at Kate, and stared aghast as the other woman’s mouth sealed over then melted away.

“Did I just...” whispered Donna, horrified.  Kate patted at the place where her mouth had been finding only smooth skin.  Then she flashed Donna a thumbs-up sign.

“Actually,” said Gwen.  “I think that was me.”

Donna turned to her friend in confusion.  “But you don’t have...”  Then she felt as much as saw how the moon-shaped mark on Gwen’s chest was glowing.  “You do!  How’d you end up with power like that?”

Gwen shrugged.  “I don’t really know.  I think I’d done a little with it the last night you were here, and... well, then you weren’t.  The girls really wanted to be big for full Moon night, then I started growing when I remembered what it had felt like.  A little trial and error later, we found that if I sat in direct Moonlight, I could change one of them at a time.”

Donna laughed weakly.  “So all this time I was trying to hide away from the power I had after I gave up the Moonstone, and you knew all along...”

“Well, yeah.”  Gwen pulled her even tighter into their hug.  “It was pretty obvious that most of the changes were you all along.  The Moonstone only does clothes.  Wait, you gave it up?  WHY?”

Donna slumped against her friend, accepting the support there even if she didn’t understand it.  “I couldn’t turn it off.  I kept getting power from the Moonstone, so every day was like a full Moon night.  I had to watch what I thought or things would just... change.”

“That kind of sounds like fun, actually...” mused Gwen.

Donna chuckled wryly.  “You would think so.  And with you, it is fun.  With my wife...” Donna shuddered.  “No.”

“Awww.  You say the sweetest things.  So if I suggested that Kate here would look better with no hands... wow, that was fast.”

Donna looked up sharply at Kate, who’d been quietly feeling her mouthless face the entire time.  Her fingers were melting away into her hands, which were also retreating.  Kate was staring at them... but not in horror.  If anything the bigger woman seemed...  “Kate?  Is this turning you on?”

Kate nodded, eyes sparkling.  Her hands completed their vanishing act, and she waved her wrist stumps around happily.  Donna was struck by how the ends reminded her of tentacles.  Thought turned into reality, as Kate’s arm-bones and elbows melted away, leaving her two sinuous limbs with pointed, flexible tips.  From what was left of her expression, this made her even more excited.

“Kate?”  Gwen asked softly.  She continued when she had the attention of the other dancer. “Are you happy being changed like this?”  Kate nodded eagerly.  “And did you enjoy all the changes Donna did to you our last night together?”  Kate nodded even more vigorously.

Donna turned to Gwen in wonder.  “You, too?”  Gwen nodded with a serene smile.  “But how?  The things I did.  The power I had over you...  I turned you into my breasts and made all of us forget we’d ever been otherwise!”  Donna ducked her head, staring at the floor in shame.

Gwen reached out, put a single finger under Donna’s chin, and lifted it with the slightest of touches.  “We both wanted you to do wild and crazy things to us.  I loved being part of you, and would do it again in a heartbeat.”

“C... careful what you wish for, sweetie.”  Donna could feel the power inside her, singing that it could change Gwen into whatever she willed, just let it go!  She cast about for a reason not to.  “If you were my breasts again, I... I wouldn’t be able to cuddle you.”

Gwen awwed in mock disappointment, then let out an over-dramatic sigh.  “I guess I’ll just have to live with cuddles from my sweetiepie.  For now.  God, Donna, you’re trembling!  Was it so traumatic?”

“Doesn’t this terrify you?  I can turn you into anything at all.”  Donna closed her eyes, scrubbing at them with her hands to try to drive away the images.  “Your existence is predicated on my whims, and by mistake I made you cease to exist.”

“Cease to...  What?”

“I changed back into Duncan.”  Donna hiccuped tearfully.  “No breasts.”

“Oh, sweetie.  We were still there.  Just smaller.”

“Y... you didn’t vanish?  But you were so confused when I got you out.”

Gwen giggled, then schooled her expression when she saw the hurt look on Donna’s face.  “No!  God, no.  Being your breast felt incredible.  We were only dazed because our brains were addled with pleasure.  Well, that and you restored us into the wrong bodies.”

“WHAT?  I... oh no.”  Donna whimpered, burying her head against Gwen’s chest.  “I just wanted to fix things.”

“Shh, sweetie.  It’s OK.  We had fun with it.  I think Kate’s ex-boyfriend is still confused as to just what was going on that week.”

“What am I going to do?”

Gwen rocked Donna softly, holding her tight.  “It’s OK.  You’re safe... no, that’s not what you need.  WE are safe.  Kate and I trust you, you’ll put us back.  And even if things do go crazy, the worst that happens is we’re stuck as something weird and fun for a week.  I did my Moon-trance earlier, I can’t get stuck.  You did too, right?”

Donna wiped her tears and nodded.  “Right before the session with Arwen.”

“Arwen?  You’ve been seeing Zoey’s shrink?”

Donna nodded again.  “I needed help with all this.  But she doesn’t really understand, not like you.  Frankly, what helped the most was using the Moon to help others.”

Of course, then Gwen had to hear all about that.  Donna was careful to avoid using names, but was happy to tell the stories of the people she’d helped.  Describing the joy each one had shown once their body fit their mental image of themselves made Donna grin.

The session just before going to Pauline’s had been a little different.  Arwen had run out of gender dysphorics that she felt were ready to transition, and was still debating the wisdom of bringing in a few of the others for trial runs.  So Donna had worked with one of her other clients, an extreme case of anorexia nervosa.  The girl had been painfully thin, and still insisted that she was impossibly fat.

Donna described how she’d made herself look like the girl, then played ‘mirror’ to her as she’d done with the others.  This time she made herself thinner and thinner to try to figure out just how far the girl would go, and what she would look like if she did so.  In the end she was little more than skin and sinew stretched over bones, and finally, finally it had broken through to the girl that this was unhealthy.

“I don’t know if she’ll learn from it or not,” sighed Donna at the end of her story.  “I grew my flesh back to what I thought of as a healthy weight for her build, and made myself as pretty as I could.  I told her that was what guys wanted, not a skeleton.  I’m not sure if she believed me, but... something about her look made me hopeful.”

“Yeah.  Being a skeleton isn’t fun, all bones and angles,” Gwen agreed.

“But that wasn’t the best bit,” grinned Donna.  “Just after the girl left, this older guy came barging in, wondering what was so important that Arwen would blow off her anniversary.  They got into an awful row over it, and wound up saying that neither knew what it was like for the other.  It got kind of quiet then, and Arwen looked at me.”

“So what did you do?” asked Gwen, leaning forward with a grin on her face.

“Well, she nodded at me like she’d done with the clients, so I went ahead.  Just little changes, really.  It’s surprisingly easy to do a minimalist gender change, just the key bits and leave the rest of the body the same.  You should have seen the look on his face!  Arwen at least had some idea what I could do, so she... he now... was expecting it.”

“You left them like that?”

Donna nodded.  “The way they were looking at each other?  I just kind of let myself out after that.”

Gwen started laughing uproariously.  Donna giggled along, then frowned.  “I don’t get it.  Why is that so funny?”

Gwen wiped tears of laughter from her eyes.  “Because Arwen isn’t married.  Zoey has mentioned this cute marriage counsellor she’s had her eye on.  Sounds like they’re going to have an interesting week.”

“Ooooh... that minx.  She set it all up!”

“Hm.  Did either of them say anything that would... induce you to change them?” Gwen asked.

Donna pondered that for a bit.  “More than a few, yeah.  But I didn’t do anything until Arwen gave me a the nod.”

“It sounds like she was testing you.  To prove you have control.”

“Then why can’t I control myself whenever someone uses the w word?”

Gwen shook her head.  “When was the last time you tested?  With Kate and me?”

“Ah... just a little bit after that.  Sidney said some... unfortunate things.”

“Oooooh.  What’d you turn her into?”

Donna blushed a brilliant red.  “I’d rather not say.  She seemed to enjoy it at the time.  And she hasn’t thrown that at me in the months since then, so...  While it scared her, she liked it.  But she’s kept her silver jewelry on ever since, too.”

“You were still under the influence of Kate’s wish then.  Maybe it’s not so bad now?  We could test...”

Donna shrugged uncertainly.  “I guess.  Better to know, than worry.”

“I wish Kate had her mouth back.”

Donna looked over at Kate, who grinned with newly forming lips.  “Well, it was probably time for that anyway.  Hit me with something I wouldn’t want to do.”

Gwen hesitated.  “I don’t want to do something that’ll remind you of that night.  Um...  Oh!  I wish you’d erase your hair.”

Donna put her hands to her head just in time to feel the last of her flowing tawny locks vanish away.  “Oh!  That’s...”

“I wish you didn’t have hands,” said Gwen, grinning at Donna’s amazed expression.

“But...”  Donna stared at the stumps where her hands had been.  There was a hint of a smile on her face.

“How about this,” Gwen continued.  “Give yourself bright purple hair.”

Donna twined her forearms in the silky purple hair flowing from her scalp.  It grew and grew until it reached her waist.  “I guess I just can’t say no to you, wish or not.”

“Testing...” said Kate.  “Yay!  My mouth works again.  Can I try?”

Donna and Gwen looked over at her, and shrugged.  “Sure,” Donna said.  “But stick with simple stuff, OK?   No messing with my mind, or I’ll... no, you’d like that.”

Kate laughed.  “OK.  I... wish you’d erase Gwen’s mouth.”

Donna looked over at Gwen apologetically, but her now-sealed lips curved into a smile before they sank away into her face.  Gwen winked at Donna to show she was fine.

“Again.  I almost had it...” said Donna.

“How about... I wish I had more tits,” Kate said with a saucy grin.

Donna’s face showed the strain, it looked like she was holding back a sneeze.  “Ha!  So I don’t always have to grant wishes.”

Kate pouted.  “Foo.  I wish you had.”  And just like that, two row of nipples sprouted up, running down her torso from just under her breasts all the way to her hips.

“Oops.  Wasn’t ready for that one.”  Donna and Gwen watched as a pair of breasts started swelling up under the first pair of nipples.  A moment later, the next pair started to blossom as well.

Kate moaned, teasing at her growing breasts with her tentacles.  “Why does this feel so good?”

Donna waggled her eyebrows.  “It’s more fun that way.  I could make them even more sensitive...”

Gwen giggled beside her.  “She’d never get out to dance if you did.”

Donna turned to face Gwen.  “Hey!  You have your mouth back.”

“You’re not the only one who can change things.”

Donna grinned hugely.  “So if I mess up, you can fix yourself?  Or me?  Oh, Gwen!  That’s...”

Gwen leaned in and kissed her.  “You’re welcome.”

Kate cleared her throat.  “I think I’m done.”  She posed to show off her new assets, framing them with her tentacles.  Each pair of breasts was smaller than the one above it, with the last pair just above her hips being little more than A-cups.  Gwen applauded.

“Could I get you two to help me with some silks?  I wanna go dance like this.”

Gwen dug out a set of matching silks while Donna restored her hands, then both set to work.  Soon Kate had six veils tied around her breasts, and a seventh pressed into her tentacles by Gwen.  “Go!  Have fun.”

As Kate left the Changing Room, a babble of voices started outside.  As it reached fever pitch, Rowan stuck her head into the room.  “Are you ready?”

Donna gulped, and nodded.  “I guess.”

Gwen started to stand up.  “I guess I should leave you to this.”

Donna grabbed onto her hand like a lifeline.  “No!  I... I don’t want to be alone.   If I feed you power, you could do the changes...” she offered, hopefully.

Gwen sat back down and grinned.  “Cool!  I’ve always had to struggle before, we never got a clear night.  Now I can just have fun.  I know you got bored of ‘just boobs’, but to me it’s still incredible that I can do this.”

Donna smiled at her happily as the first dancer came in clutching an enormous bra.  “Then let’s give them what they want.”