NOTE: This is not part of Moonstone/Moontouched continuity. Well, not yet anyway.
A little before midnight, Donna got an odd request. Most of their clients were male, getting one signed with a woman’s name was unusual. That it was a vaguely worded request about doing something special for her husband piqued her curiosity.
Donna put on an actual dress for the session, not sure what approach would be best. She was rewarded with a smile from her client, who was dressed quite professionally in a skirt and matching blazer. Her makeup was understated and her chestnut brown hair was drawn back into a bun. She wore no jewelry save for a plain golden band on her left ring finger. Donna figured that with just a bit of an effort, she could be quite pretty.
After they were seated and pleasantries were exchanged, the woman, Samantha, got to the point. “I’d heard rumours that you could do quite impossible things here, and after what I’ve seen on that stage tonight... What are the limits?”
Donna shrugged. “My imagination, mostly. The biggest limit is that shapes that don’t fit in our world make it hard to go out in public.”
Samantha smiled privately to herself. “If you can do what I ask, that... won’t be a problem.”
Donna grinned. “Then ask and you shall receive.”
The other woman looked off into the distance. “It’s just... My husband has been staying home, taking care of the kids. He’s a wonderful man, but... Look, being the breadwinner leaves me playing a role I’m not always comfortable with. He defers to me in financial decisions... in most things, really. Except on work around the house, he’s an amazing handyman.”
Donna tilted her head curiously. “He sounds like a treasure.”
“Oh he is. He is! I just... God, this is embarrassing.”
Donna tried to think of how Doctor Arwen would handle this. “I’m here to help, not to judge.” Privately, she mused that if Samantha knew even half of what she’d done, she’d either flee, or not be so reticent.
“I want him to take charge,” Samantha said at last. “In the bedroom. But I just can’t stop myself, I’m used to ordering people around.”
Donna nodded. She certainly seemed like the type. “So what can I help with?”
“I want to be unable to talk back. Unable to say say ‘no, do it my way’.”
“You’re talking about more than just taking away your mouth, though... I could do that. Take it away, or turn it into a love-doll’s mouth. Want to see?”
Samantha nodded, and a moment later her hands flew to her mouth as she felt the changes start. She bounced to her feet and sought out the room’s mirror. She watched as her mouth finished its changes, flesh and bone smoothed away to leave a tongueless, ribbed opening. She tried to close that pornographic opening, and found she couldn’t.
With wondering fingers Samantha explored her new mouth, and was driven to her knees by the pleasure even simple touches caused. Donna left her to her own devices for a few minutes, and was surprised at how quickly Samantha recovered her composure, then returned to sit down across from Donna.
Samantha gestured imperiously to her mouth, and Donna took that as a sign to change it back. While the other woman’s mouth was regrowing teeth and tongue, Donna commented mildly, “You’re still in control, even without the ability to speak.”
Samantha worked her mouth a few times, closing and opening it experimentally, before she replied. “You better believe I am.”
Donna chuckled. “So you need something more... comprehensive.”
Samantha nodded, slowly. “Not just the mouth. All of me. His... toy. I can’t believe I’m saying this.”
“I can do that. But...”
Samantha looked up at Donna sharply, ready to haggle. “I’ve paid quite well already.”
Donna chuckled. “For the room, yes. We have time. But if you cannot move under your own power, how will you get to your husband? How will you make him believe what has happened to you?”
Samantha nodded. “Of course. I rented the honeymoon suite in the hotel near here. Joel is waiting there now. You could change me, then deliver me to the room.”
“I have a better idea. Take me with you. Explain to your husband what you just told me, then say ‘I want to be a doll’ three times. I’ll make it happen.”
“Won’t Joel notice you?”
Donna’s body melted down into the familiar, sinuous form of a snake. “I can be quite... inconspicuousss.” The snake flattened out, became gauzy and thin, a scale-patterned scarf with bright gemstone eyes at one end.
Samantha picked up the scarf with a wondering expression, and wrapped it around her neck. “You’re quite the most remarkable person I’ve ever met.”
The scarf whispered its thanks in her ear. And told her to leave via the green room, so it could tell Rowan where they were going.
As Samantha walked, she asked her scarf what price it wanted for what it was doing, without even trying to dicker.
“After you’re back to normal,” whispered the scarf, “figure out what you think it was worth. Give it to Rowan at the Blue Vixen, or to charity. Whichever suits you.”
“Oh! I’d forgotten. How long will I stay a doll?”
Donna explained in her whispery scarf voice that if she wasn’t changed back before the Moon set, it would take a week before the changes started to revert. She also explained the danger of silver, that it would prevent her restoration as long as it was in contact with her.
Samantha hesitated with her hand on the door to the suite. “I’m not sure if I’m ready to give up control for a whole week.”
“Think of it as a vacation,” Donna whispered into her ear. “No worries, no cares. No decisions.”
“God, I could use a break... But... I don’t know. That’s a big decision to make.”
Donna chuckled with a papery hiss. “I thought you were good at making decisions.”
“Can you come back before moonset and change me back?” she asked with an uncharacteristic quaver in her voice.
“Yes, of course.”
Samantha patted the scarf, then swiped her card-key in the door. “Then let’s give Joel a night to remember.”
She strutted into the room confidently. A guy was lying on the bed, watching something with far too much exposed flesh on the TV. He clicked it off as soon as Samantha entered, then turned to smile at her. “Hi honey.”
“Strip. Now.”
Joel grinned, and hopped to his feet. “Yes boss.”
Donna couldn’t help but watch. Joel had a well-sculpted ass, and his shorts showed it off nicely. He took his time taking his shirt and shorts off, teasing a little as he went.
Samantha lingered by the door, watching the show with a grin on her face. “Oh, this... You know how I’ve said I want you to take charge in here?”
Joel looked puzzled. “Yeah. You say that, but whenever I try, you’re all...”
“Bossy. Tonight... that changes.”
Joel’s grin was broader than before, but his eyes betrayed his disbelief.
Samantha took the scarf off, draping it over a chair. “Something amazing is going to happen. I want this... I want it so badly. This will make everything alright.” She tossed her top aside, and her skirt soon followed.
“What are you talking about?”
“Just... Watch. Believe. And do what you’ve always wanted to do.” Samantha’s blouse hit the floor, crumpled atop the skirt. Joel stared at it unbelievingly, Samantha was never this messy.
“I want to be a doll. I want to be a doll.”
“What?”
“I want to be a doll. Oh!” Samantha’s hands went to her mouth, but the transformation was not just starting there. Her teeth and tongue were melting away at the same time as her fingers were fusing together. Her breasts grew, air rushing into them as their surface turned into rubber. As they grew, they strained against her plain black bra. It creaked and complained, but did not yield. For a brief moment, Samantha regretted buying only top-quality bras. Then Donna flicked some power at the clasp and it sprung open, flinging the bra through the air to hit Joel in his wondering face.
Samantha moaned in pleasure as she felt air rush in through her nipples, her mouth and her pussy, inflating her body to centerfold proportions. Her flesh and muscles melted away, becoming a thin but oh so sensitive layer of latex, stretched deliciously by the air.
Soon her arms started moving of their own volition, away from her face, taking up the bent-arm pose of a stereotypical love-doll. The face it revealed was Samantha’s, flattened into an image on a spherical head. Her eyes glittered like gems over her gaping, ribbed mouth. She couldn’t move, couldn’t speak... but she could still see Joel’s transfixed gaze.
Joel could only stare in wonder at the transformation. He had never imagined... Toppling forward against the bed was a beautiful, inflated doll that looked remarkably like his wife, except for the enormous breasts, overinflated rump, and very obviously doll-like mouth. Glass eyes glittered in her painted face. If he had not seen it with his own eyes, he would have suspected some involved prank.
Joel reached out and touched one enormous inflated breast. “My God. Is this really... How is this... Fuck that, I don’t care.” He grabbed the doll and flung it onto the bed, then pounced on it. At first his actions were tender, almost hesitant. But every moment that his wife didn’t talk back to him, didn’t tell him what to do he grew bolder. He laughed out loud, and started pounding into the doll in earnest. Its springy, rubbery body helped bounce him into the air, amplifying his efforts.
Donna felt that she should leave them to their privacy, but the spectacle of Joel bouncing atop his inflatable wife was too distracting. The squeaking got louder and louder, until with a groan Joel swiftly climaxed. It had taken perhaps two minutes. Donna shook her fabric head as he rolled off the doll. That’s it? she thought, echoing Samantha’s more frantic thoughts.
Joel looked over at the doll. “I’m sorry, love. It’s late, I’m tired... Why am I apologizing to a doll?”
He laughed softly, and lay back on the bed. “Still. I wish I could go on like that for hours.”
Donna’s scarf head jerked toward him, and curved into a smile. “Granted,” came a papery whisper.
Joel startled at the voice, and looked around the room. Then all concerns of an intruder fled from his mind as he felt his body start to tingle. His muscles felt carbonated, fizzing with energy. His lungs expanded with fresh, invigorating air. Then his crotch twitched. He stared down at his private parts, rising to attention on its own. His member grew hard, then longer than it had ever been. It acquired a lustrous sheen, becoming slightly translucent. Joel touched it in wonder, feeling firm rubber instead of flesh. Rubber that felt even more sensitive than he ever had...
Joel stopped wondering, and turned to his dolly wife. “Oh, yeah! I wish...” His eyes widened as he felt his mouth go numb, and start to change. Soon a new phallus was growing there, becoming a match to the one below.
“No more wishes for you,” came the papery voice again. Joel ignored it, and pounced on his doll with animal ferocity. Soon the two were bouncing even higher than before. Instead of grunts and moans, the only noise now was the squeak of springs, and of rubber on rubber.
Donna chuckled to herself, and slipped under the door.
* * *
Three hours later, Donna was a scarf once again, and sliding back under the same door. Her clients were still going strong, much to her amusement. She withdrew her gifts, and Joel immediately collapsed unconscious on the bed, snoring softly.
A few minutes later, Samantha slid out of bed and onto wobbly legs. She looked over at the chair she’d left the scarf in so long ago, to find Donna sitting there, human again.
“Was it all you imagined?” Donna asked softly.
Samantha grinned, and pulled out a checkbook from her purse. The number that she wrote in it made Donna’s eyes go wide. “To the Blue Vixen, you said?”
“Y.. yes, that’ll work. Thank you.”
“No, thank you. Wait a moment, please.”
Donna cocked her head curiously, but with a payment like that she’d happily wait for hours.
Samantha pulled out a fancy phone, and composed a few messages on it. “There. Just one more thing...” She walked over to the room’s desk, and wrote a long note, finally signing it with a flourish. Then she crossed out her name, and changed it.
“If you’d be so kind as to stick this to me...”
“Hm?”
“Turn me back into the doll. I’ve arranged for time off. A lot of time off, if need be.”
Donna looked down at the note.
‘Dear Joel, I loved last night so much that I want to be your toy for longer. Don’t worry, I’ll change back in a week. However, if you love your dolly as much as I love being her, there’s a silver necklace in my jewelry box. Put it on me, and I’ll be your dolly for as long as you leave it there. PS: If something goes wrong, contact the Blue Vixen. Love always,
“Are you sure about this?” Donna asked, wonderingly. “If he puts the necklace on you, you’ll forget ever being human. You’d be a doll, body and mind, for as long as he likes.”
Samantha smiled at her serenely. “Oh? Wonderful. I hope he does use the silver, then. Please, do it.”
“Are you sure?”
“He won’t keep me forever. I’ll see you again. Very likely next month.”
Donna nodded, and Samantha moaned as she felt the changes surge through her once more. This time, Donna left her head unchanged until the end, so her cries of pleasure could be heard echoing through the room.
Donna made the back of the note sticky, then touched it to the new doll’s chest. “You’re a lucky guy, Joel. Be good to her.”
“I will.”
Donna smiled, and let herself out of the room.