Moontouched 10

Gwen smiled down at the simple black bra that had once been Donna.  The power of her words to shape Donna had never been more starkly clear than now.  She gave the bra a little shake.  “Donna?  Are you in there?”

No answer.

“Wow.  You really did a number on yourself this time.  Can you even change back?”

As far as Gwen could tell, the bra in her hand was just that, an ordinary, simple black bra in something around a D cup.  Laughably small for any dancer here, thanks to Donna and Gwen’s efforts inflating their assets.  She poked and prodded it some more, but there was none of Donna’s usual mobility in inanimate forms.

“Pity.  I can’t wear you like this... and I’d feel guilty as heck about it anyway.  Sidney should be the one wearing you.”

Gwen still wanted to wear Donna, and imagined her as a simple velvet choker instead.  To her surprise, the fabric in her hands shifted and shrank.  The choker she was visualizing took the place of the bra.  It wasn’t quite as she’d seen it, though – there was a brilliant white stone set in the front of the choker, it looked like a little fragment of the Moon.

Gwen grinned.  “Well, I can’t say no to that kind of invitation.  Since you won't be on my breasts, there's nothing to be guilty about, right?”  She slipped the choker around her neck, and it sealed of its own accord.  The back fused into an unbroken band of fabric.  That wasn't even the most surprising part of it all, as the moment the choker settled about her neck Gwen felt power rush through her.  For a moment she tensed, expecting to transform into she knew not what... then she realized it was Donna's power she was feeling, Donna's much larger pool of energy merging with her own meager one.

Gwen laughed, and headed back out to the green room, looking for someone to use this newfound power on.  Before, all she could do was change a limb at a time at best.  Now... with Donna's strength at her beck and call, she could... still not change an entire person, she realized as she contemplated Rowan's form.  What had Donna been doing, then?

Rowan walked up to Gwen and asked where Donna was.  Gwen’s hand went to her choker, and she smiled.  “She’s around. I’ll be able to handle the fantasies, if that’s what you’re asking.”  More softly she murmured, “I hope.”

Rowan raised an eyebrow, studied Gwen’s choker for a moment, and nodded.  “I see.  Here.  We’ve been getting more odd requests, and I thought this one was up Donna’s alley.”

Gwen chuckled as she read it over.  “Yeah.  I can see Donna going for this.  She likes the eating stuff.  But I don’t think I can find any volunteers for it... unless mouse-girl is game?  Where did she get off to, anyway?”

Rowan shrugged nonchalantly.  “Two hour booking.  You know how it is.”

Gwen grinned.  “Lucky mousie.  OK, so we’ll punt on the shrinking a girl into a miniature chocolate version of herself.  Tell him that he’ll have better luck next month.  What else have you got?”

Rowan handed over another slip.  “Ooh, this looks fun.  I see Vanessa, let’s see if she’s up for a duo act.”

Gwen tried to communicate with Vanessa, but her featureless black latex oval of a head could not reply.  So Gwen nudged a bit, and Vanessa’s face slowly faded back into shape. Gwen grinned at how quickly her power refilled.  Was this how Donna felt all the time?  Nice.

“Hey Vanessa, hope you don’t mind having a mouth again.”

Vanessa chuckled throatily.  “No, it’s good.  What’s up?”

“Someone really liked your look, and asked for you to play Ursula for him. I just need to find someone who wants to be Ariel.”

Carmen grinned from across the room, showing lots of teeth.  “I could go for a mermaid tail instead of this clumsy thing.”  She swung her rump, swishing her long, fleshy raptor-tail.  “Can I keep the teeth and tattoo, though?”

Gwen grinned.  “Yeah, that works.  Bad-girl Ariel and sweet Ursula.”  She studied Carmen's form, planning the changes.  Before she knew it, power was flowing and Carmen's legs were shrinking away to nothing.

Carmen flopped on the floor helplessly, but grinned up at Gwen.  “Kinky.  I like it already.”  She swished her tail back and forth as it grew even thicker and sprouted with scales.  After the growth stopped, her tailfins sprouted like iridescent leaves.

Before the changes had started to show themselves, Gwen could feel power flowing from the Moon, filling her to brimming once more.  She studied Carmen's upper body while her lower half worked its way through its changes.  Tawny worked as she was.  The idea of a mermaid with a tattoo of a human tickled Gwen's fancy.  But something more to go with it...  Gwen gave Carmen red hair done up in punk spikes, then grinned.  Fish hook piercings went perfectly with the rest.

“There.  You're perfect.  Go knock him dead, you two.”

Rowan watched as Vanessa wiggled her way to the private rooms with a mermaid in her arms, then turned her steely gaze on Gwen.  “You certainly have the imagination for the job.”

Gwen returned the look with a saucy grin.  “This is fun.  I hope she'll let me do this again.  What else have you got for me?”

Mixed in among the usual run of the mill celebrity requests, Gwen found another gem.  “Does anyone want to be Christina Hendricks inflating out of her clothes?”

Nissa scuttled over with a grin.  “I could go for having only two legs again.  Sounds like fun.  How big will I get?”

Gwen shrugged.  “I'll play it by ear.”  She grinned and added, "Maybe you'll end up round as a balloon, with no arms or legs at all.”

“Cool.  Let's do it!”

Triggering the changes by halves worked like a charm.  Soon Nissa was human instead of half spider, with another's face and hair.  Gwen even managed to duplicate another of Donna's tricks, spinning one of her own hairs into a tear-away jumpsuit for Nissa to wear.

Feeling a bit puckish, Gwen also created a couple of balloons to use as props.  When Nissa went in to see the guy who wanted her to inflate, Gwen followed along.  Then she blew into the balloon and Nissa’s breasts started to grow, hissing full of air.  Gwen giggled softly to herself.  This was so easy!

Then the guy looked over at Gwen.  “Oh, so it’s you who’s making her inflate.  I, umm...”

Gwen grinned at his hesitancy.  “Come on, out with it.  This is your fantasy here.”

“Could you look like a clown?” he blurted out.

Gwen contemplated that for a moment, then nodded.  She gave her nose a quick tug, and it ballooned out into a red ball.  Dragging her fingers through her hair made it puffier, crinkly, and rainbow-coloured.  “Hm,” she mused aloud.  “What else should a clown have?”  Her top expanded, becoming a low-cut polkadot jacket.  Her bottoms flared out into a similarly-decorated miniskirt.  Black stockings with similar polkadots completed the outfit.

Gwen wiggled her toes in her enlarged shoes.  “There?  Is that what you imagined?”  She looked up at the customer, and giggled.  From his slack-jawed expression she’d done very well indeed.  Another puff into the balloon sent Nissa’s butt expanding, and that finally drew his attention away from Gwen.

He watched, enraptured, as puff after puff sent parts of Nissa’s anatomy expanding.  Arms on one breath, legs on the next.  Last came her entire torso, swelling up like, well, a balloon.  Once Gwen had made each part of the other dancer inflatable, blowing her up even further was easy.  Two more puffs, and the jumpsuit was creaking with the strain.

“Shall I stop there?” asked Gwen innocently.  “It would be a shame to ruin her outfit.”

Nissa and the guy both said “No” quite emphatically.  With a laugh, Gwen reared back, then threw herself into blowing the balloon in her hand as big as she could.  The violence of the motion ‘accidentally’ dislodged a balloon that had been tucked in her cleavage, and it landed at the guy’s feet... just as Nissa’s jumpsuit burst into ribbons, freeing her to be an enormous sphere.  Once she stopped bouncing, Gwen got a good look at her handiwork.  Nissa still had arms and legs, but they were little more than swollen bumps on the larger sphere of her body.  Nissa slowly rolled onto her back, giggling all the while.

“Is that as big as she can go?  I wanted to see her completely round.” asked their guest.

Gwen laughed, and sucked in another deep breath.  A puff into the balloon in her hands led to it creaking even larger, and Nissa did the same.  A nudge here, and a nudge there... and other than her face she was a featureless skin-toned sphere.

He stared at the balloon-girl in wonder.  Nissa wasn’t quite big enough to touch the ceiling, but she was close.

Gwen popped the balloon in her hand.  The guy jumped, and stared at Gwen in shock and wonder.  “There,” she proclaimed.  “Now she’s stuck that size.”

The guy grinned. “Cool.”  Then, as if noticing it for the first time, he picked up the balloon by his feet.  “Then what does this one do, I wonder?”

Gwen opened her eyes in well-faked fear.  “Hey, leave that one alooooh!”  Her breasts expanded as he blew a puff of air into it.  “Stop that!”

But of course, he didn’t.  Puff after puff went into the balloon, he had most impressive lungs.  Gwen was hard-pressed to change herself quickly enough to keep up, and soon she was bursting out of her own outfit.  She laughed at his expression when that happened.  “Having a good look?”

He grinned at her, but didn’t let go of the balloon.  He didn’t stop puffing until it had burst, leaving Gwen exactly the same size as Nissa, and just as featureless.  She’d arranged to have her face still pointed in his direction, her head was the only part of her body that hadn’t transformed.

“Wow,” he breathed.  “That was...  Wow.  Um, now what?”

“I don’t know,” said Gwen.  “This is your fantasy.  What happens next in it?”

Just then, the light over the door blinked from green to red.

“Ah well,” said Gwen.  “Time’s up.  I guess we won’t find out.”

He smiled with relief. “Good.  Because I just realized I’d hate to see someone as cute as you actually pop.  Um... are you going to be OK?  I popped your balloon too.  Are you stuck?”

The fragments of balloon wriggled together and reassembled themselves by his foot.  “I think we’ll manage,” said Gwen.

He nodded, thanked them again, and left.  Gwen exhaled with relief, and her body shrunk back down to a more manageable size.  Nissa’s followed, not long after.  She laughed as they went back into the green room, pointing at Gwen’s face.  “Are you really going to keep that nose?”

Gwen looked in the mirror, and laughed.  “No, nor the fright hair.  I make it look good though, don’t I?  Ah well.  Time to change back.”

Once she was what passed for normal again, Gwen saw that she’d acquired an audience.  Nissa was the first to ask to have her normal body back, but was far from the last.  Vanessa slithered up next, and noted regretfully that she couldn’t go home with tentacles, so could she have her legs back, please?

Gwen looked her over.  “You’d keep the tentacles if it wasn’t going to be impossible to go outside?”

Vanessa grinned.  “Yeah.  Can I keep some kind of souvenir?  Latex legs, maybe?”  She held a hand flat just above her belly button.  “Up to here?”

“I can do that.”  One flick of power started the changes, making a tide of latex retreat part way down Vanessa’s body as the tentacles below her waist started to merge back into legs once more.

Vanessa watched her tentacles go, and gave a little wave to them as they finally disappeared.  She examined herself in the mirror as the changes stopped, gave her hips a little wiggle.  “I think my butt’s bigger than before.”

“Is that a problem?” Gwen asked with a smirk.

“Nah.  I just wish I still had a tentacle hidden away somewhere as a memento... oogh!  What was that?”

“Be careful what you wish for,” Gwen said, more confidently than she felt.  She hadn’t been able to control the urge to change Vanessa.  Something was wriggling inside the latex-covered belly of the other dancer, then the tip of a tentacle poked out of her belly button.

“What?” asked Vanessa, staring at it.

“Give it a push, let’s see...”

Vanessa flexed new muscles and the tentacle slowly emerged from her slightly swollen belly.  As it did so, she squirmed.  “God, it’s wriggling all through me.  How big did you make it?”  Foot after foot emerged, until finally Vanessa’s belly was flat once more, with a slim, eight foot long latex tentacle protruding from it.

“There’s your souvenir.  Enjoy!  Who’s next?”

Everyone was staring at Vanessa, who was learning to control the tentacle, wiggling it all over the place.  It was only when she slurped it back into her belly once more that the fascination was broken.  Vanessa stood up, patted her belly once, and grinned.  “All hidden.  Perfect!”  She darted to Gwen’s side and gave her a kiss on the cheek.  “Thank you.”

Wendy approached next, and shyly asked if she could keep some of her dragon-scales.  The tail, claws and snout would have to go, but she asked to keep anything her clothes covered.  Gwen even went so far as to shrink her wings and modify them so they could lie flat on her back, hidden under a shirt.  When she was done, Wendy flared them out with a grin.  They weren’t even as wide as her arm-span.  She giggled at the sight of them, and at how completely they melded into her back when closed.  “Oh my god they’re so cute!  I love ‘em.”  She gave Gwen a kiss, too.

Vanessa pushed Carmen up in one of the chairs.  The sharp-toothed mermaid already had her jacket on.  “Just the tail,” she said, showing a toothy grin.  “I can close my mouth when I’m outside.”

Gwen studied her for a moment, then shrugged.  “Sure, whatever you like as long as you can get out the door.  I could tone them down a little bit, so they’d be plausible as filed teeth?”

Carmen ran her tongue along her teeth for a moment before noddong.  “Okay.”

While Carmen’s tail was disappearing, the unicorn-horned Jenna approached and shyly asked if she could keep her sparkly, rainbow-coloured hair.  Gwen grinned and nodded.  “Everyone seems to be taking something home, why shouldn’t you?”

The last obviously changed dancer was Beth, who just wanted to go back to normal.  Gwen offered to let her keep the deer-tail, it would hide under a skirt or pants pretty well.  Beth looked uncertain, but took her up on the offer.

Carmen cleared her throat about then, and pointed to her empty hip sockets.  “Uh, Gwen?  Did you forget something?”

Gwen giggled.  “Oopsie.  I forgot that ‘restoring’ your tail would leave you like that.  It’s a cute look for you, are you sure?”

Carmen actually considered that for a moment.  “Nah.  It’d be too hard to explain when my legs came back.  Could I have them back, please?”

“Of course.”  Gwen smiled as she felt the power flick out at the other woman, spinning her legs back into existence.  She got fancy this time, and the bones of Carmen’s legs formed first, the flesh following once the skeleton was complete.  Carmen’s grin as she watched it happen showed an awful lot of pointy teeth.  

Once her legs were back to normal, Carmen ostentatiously took a silver necklace out of her jacket pocket.  “If I wear this all month, I get to keep the changes, right?”

Gwen nodded as Carmen slipped the jewelry into place.  “Right.  Doesn’t matter for this week or the one before the full moon, but you need it the rest of the time.”

Carmen grinned toothily.  “Cool.”  She slipped on her pants, and was out the door like a shot.

“Is that everyone?” asked Gwen, looking around.  “Silvie, you had wings and such.  Did Donna’s trick change them back for you?”

The slim dancer nodded, her face half-hidden by her almond-brown hair.  “Yeah.  It took about an hour, like she’d said.  And... well, I lost the cup sizes you gave me at the start of the night, too.  But not back to my natural size, back to the size I got from Donna a few months back, when I first came here.”

Gwen considered that.  “You’d used the Moon to keep the changes?”

Silvie cupped her breasts.  They were a good size, for her frame.  Much bigger would look silly.  “I’ve been thinking of adding another cup, and...”  She looked around the room.  “At least for the next week, I’m going to feel awfully small around here.  Could I get you to nudge them up just a bit?”

Gwen did so, and Silvie went to the door to see if the Moon was out.  She returned a little later, shaking her head.  “No moon tonight, the clouds have thickened up.  Ah well.  Maybe next month.”

Beth approached Gwen meekly then.  “Thank you for the tail, but... I’d feel happier without it.  The idea of going outside with it is making me all skittish.”

“Fair enough.”  What Gwen didn’t tell her was that she was still leaving a souvenir, this time a tattoo of a deer’s tail.  Gwen giggled when Beth noticed it, eyes wide with surprise.  But she didn’t protest, so Gwen figured it was all good.

The girls filed out, and soon it was just Gwen and Rowan left.  The older woman cleared her throat.  “I think Donna should be changed back too, yes?  You may want help cleaning up, and nobody else is left...”

Gwen looked around.  “Wait, didn’t Tawny lose the... oops.”

“Oops?” asked Rowan, archly.

“I kind of forgot to change her back.”

“So?  Go change her now.”

Gwen explained the situation with Tawny, how she’d volunteered to become a tattoo on Carmen, and how Carmen had hidden her then taken off.  Wearing silver, no less.

“So,” summed up Rowan with a sigh, “she’s stuck as a tattoo until Carmen shows up here again.  If she shows up again.  Carmen’s not exactly a regular, after all.”

Gwen winced.  “Yeah.”

“Is she happy like that?”

“Tawny?  Yeah.  The way she was grinning as she merged into Carmen’s body...”

“Then I guess she’s finding out that tattoos are more permanent than she thought.  Well, we’ll deal with that when we can.  I don’t think Carmen will miss out on the chance for more changes next month.”

“Ah.  Well, I guess missing a month isn’t too bad.”

Rowan glowered at her, then sighed.  “Well.  Fix what you can, anyway.”  She gave a significant look at Gwen’s velvet choker.

“Right.”  Gwen slipped the choker off, and probed at it mentally.  To her surprise, she felt Donna answering, and before she could even suggest the change, Donna was flowing back to human form once more.

“Are you OK?” Gwen asked a moment later, when Donna’s change seemed complete.

Donna grinned, and nodded.  “Yeah!  I’m me again.  Nice work with the bra, you got me good with that.”

“So how are you back to... well, this?” Gwen gestured to Donna’s curvy body.

“I was part of you, I could feel your thoughts as you made the changes.  I think I was sort of symbiotic with your brain.  You got my power, I got your awareness.  It was fun.”

“Really?  I was worried you’d be upset I took control.”

Donna grinned hugely.  “That was the best part.  I didn’t have to keep coming up with changes, or worry about changing people against my will.  It was fun being carefree like that, yet still feeling the changes.”

“So,” Gwen asked slowly, “I can do it again sometime?”

“Any time,” said Donna.

Gwen gave her a ferocious hug.  “Thank you!”  Then just as quickly she let go.

“Not right now, though.  You should get back to Sidney.  I’ll handle the cleanup, it’s only fair since I’m the one who let Tawny go.”

Donna gave Gwen a quick and somewhat more chaste hug and peck on the cheek.  “Thanks.  Really.  This has been a great night, despite... no, because of all the craziness.”

Rowan approached Donna with an envelope stuffed full of tips from the other girls before she left.  
As Donna walked to her car, she spotted the nearby hotel and remembered that she’d left the transformed Joseph and Arwen there.  She headed to the front desk, where the clerk informed her that Miss Sakurai had checked out about an hour after they’d arrived.

Donna sighed.  “So they’re stuck too.  Did they leave a note, perhaps for Donna or Duncan?”

The girl brightened, and nodded. “Oh yeah.”  She dug around for the note.  “Here we are.  ‘We’ll see you Wednesday’, it says.  I didn’t get it, there was just Miss Sakurai.  Who’s ‘we’?”

Donna was about to explain, then found she simply couldn’t.  So instead she asked, “Do you believe in magic?”

“I used to,” said the girl.  “Until you know... work, school, it all kind of takes away the childish wonder at the world.  Especially working the late shift.  Not a lot of fun, that.  I do see weird stuff from time to time, and I really do wish I could believe it was magic.”

Donna grinned.  “Granted.  What would you change about yourself if magic existed.”

The girl looked enviously at Donna’s enormous chest, then down at her own flat one.  “I’d like bigger boobs.  Not crazy big, like yours.  Sorry, no offence meant.”

Donna laughed.  “Trust me sweetie, none taken.  Hold your hands out where your breasts should come to.”

The girl giggled a bit nervously, then cupped her hands a couple inches in front of her chest.

“That’s all?”  Donna started the change, making sure to include the girl’s bra and blouse, too.

The clerk dropped her hands and sighed.  “Even that much would be a huge improvement.  No guys look at me, and it... what the hell?”  She stared down at her breasts, jaw open in shock.  They were bigger, and still growing.

They both watched in silence until the growth had stopped, exactly where the girl had indicated.  Donna was the first to speak.  “Magic is real.  They won’t last, sadly, but you’ll get to have fun for a week.”

“Only a week?”

“Call it a trial run.  If you really want them for good, come by the Blue Vixen next full Moon and ask for Donna.”

The clerk was grinning and cupping her new assets as Donna walked out of the hotel, humming a happy tune.

Donna changed back to Duncan before getting out of his car, then ventured into the house.  Sidney was still awake when Duncan crept into the bedroom, the light at her side of the bed was still on, and she was reading.  She set her book down when he entered, and fixed him with a worried look.

“Were you serious?” she asked.

Duncan blinked.  “About?”

“What you said before you left.  About t...turning me into an eclair, and... and...”

Duncan’s eyes widened.  “That was... I wasn’t entirely in my right mind at the time.  I’ve gotten that out of my system.”

“Oh.”  Sidney sounded more disappointed than relieved.

Duncan sat on the bed next to her.  “Wait a minute.  You wanted that?  You never said either way, and I’d like to know.  Did you enjoy it when I changed you?”

“Yes!  But the idea of being eaten still freaks me out something awful.”

“Even if you know you’ll be perfectly safe?”

Sidney cracked half a grin.  “Ah.  This is obviously some strange usage of the word safe that I wasn’t previously aware of.”

Duncan laughed.  “It’s rather safer than being on a Vogon vessel.”

Duncan explained what he’d learned about undoing changes over the course of the night, without going into too much detail as to the changes that had been undone.

“Still,” fretted Sidney when he was done.  “Is it really, truly, you’re sure it can’t possibly mess up safe?”

“Well...”

Sidney just arched an eyebrow, and waited.

“I haven’t actually tested it when the Moon isn’t up.  I expect it won’t work then.  And obviously I’ve only tested it on full Moon nights.”

“Let me guess.  Another experiment?”

Duncan chuckled softly.  “You know me far too well.”

He dug out some old sheets and T-shirts, changing them into ornate dresses following Sidney’s suggestions.  Her eyes widened at the diamond-encrusted ball-gown and matching tiara.  She clambered out of bed to examine it more closely, and then stared at her husband in awe.  “These are real diamonds.  You can create real diamonds?”

“They won’t last, without a little silver... but yes.  I haven’t found anything I can’t make.”

“Could you make me an iPod?” Sidney asked eagerly.

Duncan looked her over carefully, a grin growing on his face.  “I think it’d be uncomfortable being made out of metal and glass, but if you take off the silver I’ll give it a go.”

Sidney gasped, and grabbed for her necklace.  “That’s not what I...  You wouldn’t have done it, would you?”

“No.  But you really do have to watch your words.”  Duncan put the new dresses away in the closet, and came back to bed.  “Sorry, that kind of killed the mood.”

“Yeah, I...”  Sidney’s hand was still clutched tight around the necklace.  “Being tiny and riding you was awesome, but I just can’t...”

Duncan sighed, and then smiled.  “Keep your silver on.  Shrinking you isn’t the only way to give you that experience.”

“Oh?  How big can you get?”

“If it wasn’t for the neighbours... bigger than this house.”

Sidney’s grin made it all worthwhile.  “Then what are you waiting for?”

Duncan grinned, and let his upper body flow and meld.  His arms disappeared as his entire torso was converted into a human-sized penis.  Sidney looked it over, then sniffed disdainfully.  “You call that big?” she grinned.

So Duncan grew, from four feet long, to eight, to twelve, curving and looming over the bed like a giant fleshy tentacle.  His normal-sized legs could no longer hold up the weight, and the towering member fell upon Sidney, making her giggle.  She hugged it tight, and finally admitted that it was just maybe big enough.

It made an awful mess when Sidney finally managed to get Duncan off.  Sidney and the bed were covered in goo that smelled suspiciously like marshmallow fluff.  She laughed, and threw handfuls of the stuff in the air.  Then she sobered.  “How are you going to clean this up?”

Duncan pulled at it all, and in moments there was no sign of the fluff, and he was back to normal shape to boot.  “Hey, that worked well.”

Sidney grinned.  “It did, I could almost...”  She put her hand to her silver necklace, then made a face.  “Ew.  You missed some goo.”

“Yeah, I can’t clean it up that way where it’s touching silver.”

Sidney disappeared into the ensuite bathroom to wash it up by hand, then snuggled up to Duncan tiredly.  “Ready to sleep?  I’m bushed after that.”

Duncan kissed her softly, then turned out the light.

Unfortunately, the alarm clock woke them both before Sidney had had nearly enough sleep.  “What’s that in aid of?” she whined.  “It’s Sunday morning.”

“I want to make sure everything is right before the Moon sets.”

“Is it?”

“Well... it is now.  As far as I can tell.  But I figure it’s best if I’m awake for it, even so.”

Sidney snorted and rolled over to go back to sleep.

“There’s one thing I’d like to change, though,” Duncan added softly.

“Mmf?”

Duncan’s words came out in a rush.  “Remember when I accidentally turned into your bra for a day?  I’d like to do that again.  But actually get worn, this time.”

Sidney sat up, and stared at Duncan in the dim light of the bedroom.  “You actually want to be clothing?”

“Stuck as your clothing.  Once the Moon sets, I can’t change back until about dinnertime.  You can manage Sunday without me, right?”

“If I have to,” Sidney grumped.  “You know what the kids are like.”

“I’ll make it up to you next weekend, I promise.”

Sidney considered it.  “You really want this.  Why?”

“I...  Well, holding your boobs all day is a big part.  But it’s more the helplessness.  I’ve got so much power, need to be so in control on nights like tonight.  The allure of being able to give up on everything for a while is...  Please?”

Sidney smiled.  “Okay.  For one day.”  Before she had finished speaking, Duncan’s soft, fabric form was fluttering to the bed beside her.

“But for now, I’m going back to sleep.”