Leona paced back and forth in the kitchen.  “I can’t believe you’re holding me to this.”

Jean smiled serenely.  “You’ll be fine.  You’ve been a perfect kittygirl maid for the past day and a half.  All that’s changing is that you’ll have an audience.”

“I know!  And all I’m wearing is a slip.”

“It’s your uniform.  Dozia’s not going to make fun of you.  How did you meet her, anyway?”

Leona shrugged.  “She was my Tai Chi instructor in university, and I followed to her community classes after I graduated.”

“How is she involved in the collar?” Jean asked, putting her hand to her neck to touch the magic collar that had so changed her life.

Leona stopped pacing, though her tail kept twitching.  “We got to talking a while back, about my relationship with you.  She asked some leading questions that now seem a bit suspicious... did she know about your interest in submission?”

Jean nodded.  “I told her about wanting to do something special for you, hence the belly-dancing classes.  We got to talking about a lot of things.  She’s really easy to talk to, I told her... well, pretty much everything.”

“And she then told me where to buy a collar that would make your dreams come true.”

The doorbell rang making Leona mew in surprise, her tail bottling out like a brush.

“Calm down, sweetie.  I’ll go get it, you wait here.”

An athletic woman whose black hair was tinged with silver followed Jean into the kitchen.  A lock of hair at the middle of her forehead was pure white.  Leona grinned when she saw her.  “Dozia!  Thank you for coming over.  We have a lot to thank you for.”

Dozia looked the kittygirl over with a kindly smile, her piercing blue eye lingering briefly on the cats-eye ring.  “I see you’ve traded gifts.  I’d have expected Jean in this role.”

Leona dropped a well-practiced curtsey.  “I’ve learned rather a lot about myself this past week.”

“Would you be so kind as to serve, Leona?” asked Jean, gesturing Dozia to a seat at the table.

Leona curtsied once more then fetched the soup tureen to the table.  She carefully ladled out three bowls, then brought out the side salads.  Once she was done, she took her place at the table and they began to eat.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d figure Leona was wearing the collar.  What happened?” asked Dozia between mouthfuls of soup.

Leona looked to Jean, who made a “go on” gesture with her hands.  So Leona started to tell how she’d ended up wearing the collar not only once – and facing her greatest fear – but twice, to conquer her fear of the collar, if not the other.  Then, of course, the rest of her awakening as Leona had to be told as well.  She tried to avoid the more salacious details, but Jean filled in enough of them to make Leona’s cheeks burn.

“Quite the adventures,” agreed Dozia, once the tale was told.  “And yet, here you are, meek and subservient without the collar.  Why?”

Leona looked to Jean again, blushing and smiling.  “Because I learned that I like being dominated, especially physically.  I don’t think I could play this role nearly so well as Leon.  At the very least the promise of spanking if I do well wouldn’t carry the same weight.”

Dozia chuckled.  “You make it sound like a perk.”

Leona closed her eyes and purred.  “It is.  So is petting, which turns me into a purring puddle of bliss.  This body...  Part of me is still scared of spending a whole week like this, wondering what will be left of him by the end.  I could lose myself in Leona, if...”

“Hm?”

Leona blushed.  “It’s nothing.  We only have the one ring.”

“Indeed.  They take me a long time to make, so I’m sparing with them.  I save them for special projects, like the two of you.”

Leona nodded, head bowed.  “Thank you.  I understand.”

Dozia laughed then.  “You have time now to explore the edges of what you can do.  What is it you really want?”

“I...”  Leona looked at each of them in turn, saw only encouragement.  “Sexual domination.  The toy is fun, but I can tell Jean’s not getting what she needs.”

Dozia patted them both on the hands.  “Then explore.  Communicate.  You’ve made a good start.  Make sure to keep in touch after you move, hmm?  And keep up the Tai Chi.”

“Yes, Dozia,” they both agreed.

“Maybe I’ll take Leona to belly-dancing class,” mused Jean.

Leona shook her head emphatically.  “I can’t go out like this!”

“Oh come on, it’ll be fun!” protested Jean.

“I think that’s my cue,” said Dozia as she got up.  “Thank you for lunch, and be good to each other.”  She winked at them.  “Well, except when the other wants something else, anyway.”

After she was gone, Leona turned to Jean.  “What did she mean by that last?”

Jean giggled.  “She means you’re getting your bottom tanned, as promised.”  She took Leona’s hand, and drew her into the bedroom.  Jean sat on the bed’s edge, and gestured to her lap.  Leona obediently draped herself over it, bum in the air.

Three slaps and some mewling later, Jean said.  “Tomorrow we’re going shopping to buy you some normal clothes.”

“In public?” gasped Leona, earning herself another swat.  “I mean yes, mistress.”

“That’s better.”  Jean gave Leona one more swat for good measure, then tumbled her to the bed.  “On your back, it’s not so tanned yet that you can’t.”

Leona wriggled around on the bed then stared up at her wife.  “Mistress?”

“You’re going to do something special for me, something you’ve done before so I know you can.”

Leona nodded, curious and eager.  “Anything, mistress.”

“Grow a cock for me.  A big one, that will stay erect no matter what.”

Leona and Jean both stared at the monster that emerged.  On Leon it would have looked big.  On her current tiny frame, it looked ludicrous.  “Fuck me,” breathed Leona.

Jean licked her lips as she climbed on top of Leona.  “I intend to.”

A sweaty and very satisfying hour later, Jean lay collapsed beside her lover, gently stroking the monster she’d ridden to such pleasure.  “Dominated enough for you?”

Leona purrred happily.  “Almost.”

Jean laughed weakly.  “You’re insatiable.”

“Yes, mistress.”

* * *

Leona wrung her hands and fidgeted with cap that was hiding her ears.  “People are going to notice me.”

Jean parked her car and sighed.  “They’re not going to notice if you calm down.  And stop twitching your tail, you’ll loosen the bandage.”

Leona sighed, and got out of the car.  “I’ll try.”  She pulled her coat tighter around herself, hoping to hide in its voluminous folds.

Once they were in the mall the heat forced her to loosen it, and she tugged at the hem of the mini-dress she was wearing.  At least, on Jean it had been a minidress.  On Leona it hung to her knees and needed a belt to keep it in place.  “I look ridiculous,” she hissed.

“Yep,” agreed Jean cheerfully.  “Which is why we’re here.  To get you into some clothes that actually fit.”

Leona whimpered but followed along gamely.  The store that Jean guided her to helped soothe her nerves.  It wasn’t garish or glaringly feminine like some of the stores they’d passed.  Jean had teased Leona about a few of the outfits they’d seen, but both agreed that acid green was not her colour.

Jean made a beeline for one of the clerks, who turned and smiled at her.  “Jean, good to see you again.”

“Hi Carrie-Lee.  I’ve got a project for you.” Jean pulled Leona forward to show her off.  “Leona here needs a starter wardrobe.  I was hoping you’d help out with sizes, and a nice blouse or two, some skirts, and possibly a dress if you have something her size on the rack.”

Leona looked between the two of them, puzzled.  “You know her?”

“Don’t be rude.  I’ve shopped here for years, C-L is practically an old friend by now.  Better than the bitches at work, that’s for sure.”

“Oooh, gossip!” crowed Carrie-Lee.  “Tell, tell!”

“I found my domestic side, the viper’s nest turned on me, I quit.”  Jean’s hand went to her collar as she spoke.

Carrie-Lee’s eyes danced with curiosity.  “Found your domestic side and wearing a collar?  There’s more to the story.”

“And I’ll tell it to you after we get Leona into something more suitable than one of my old dresses.”

“Of course, of course.  Let’s see what we’ve got to work with.  What dress size do you need?”

Leona shrugged helplessly and looked to her wife.  “She’ll need a full measuring-up, I’m afraid.”

That earned them a raised eyebrow, which was joined by its mate when Jean insisted that they retire to the changing rooms to handle it.  But that was nothing compared to the fuss when Jean told Leona to take off her dress once their privacy was assured.

“She’ll see!” Leona whispered urgently, clutching her coat closed despite the heat.

“We’re all girls here.  It’s OK,” Jean said with a grin.  “Be a good little kittygirl and let C-L measure you properly.”

“Come on,” soothed Carrie-Lee, “it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

Leona giggled.  “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.  Are you sure she’s safe?”

“She’s a better friend than those bitches at Initech, that’s for sure.”

Carrie-Lee turned her attention back to Jean.  “Come on, dish!”

Before Jean could get properly into the story, Leona dropped her dress on the chair, and Carrie-Lee gasped.  “Oh my gosh your tail is so cute!”

Leona looked confused.  “That’s... not the reaction I was expecting.”

Jean plucked the hat off her head, exposing Leona’s ears and making Carrie-Lee gush even more.  She went on to explain that had a few customers had recently come in needing fitting around a tail, something about a Hallowe’en party gone wrong.  Leona was the first Carrie-Lee had worked with personally.

“Do you need tail-holes tailored in your clothes?” she asked, once she’d stopped squeeing.

“I hadn’t thought that far ahead.  I’m not going to be like this forever.”  At Jean’s sad-eyed look Leona laughed, and blew her a kiss.  “But I’m likely to be spending enough time like this to need at least a few outfits.”

“You’re not stuck?  The ones from that Hallowe’en party couldn’t change back.  Nobody told them they had to stay at the party to be restored, or that it was a one-time deal.”

“That’s terrible.  Can’t they get changed back some other way?” asked Leona.

“Yeah, but it costs a bomb, and you can easily end up worse off.  Getting your wardrobe re-tailored is easier and safer if you can live with the result.  Some of them even seemed happy about it.”

“How can it get worse?” fretted Leona as Carrie-Lee started wrapping her this way and that with the tape measure.

“I don’t know the details,” said Carrie-Lee, “but one of our regulars said she was going to try to find someone cheaper.  They found her a month later in this very mall, as a mannequin.  Far as I know, she’s still there.”

“That’s horrible!” gasped Leona, sufficiently distracted by the thought that she didn’t resist Carrie-Lee lifting her arms to measure her bust.  “Being a doll for a few minutes was bad enough, but being stuck like that?”  Leona shivered.

Carrie-Lee wrote down her results, and handed the slip to Jean.  “OK, that one you have got to explain.”

Jean told Leona to wait in the dressing room, and that they’d bring her some outfits to try.  She left with Carrie-Lee, giggling madly as she started to tell about the things she’d been and done with the ring.

While Leona was modelling a burgundy top and charcoal knee-length skirt to admiring coos from Jean, Carrie-Lee asked what Jean’s husband was up to.  Jean’s giggle made Leona snicker too, and she curtsied.  “Trying on dresses.”

“Holy...  You let her do this to you?”

Leona twirled around in the vestibule of the fitting area, her skirt flaring.  “Let her?  I love being Leona.”

“Do you want to stay like this?” asked Jean worriedly.

Leona rolled her eyes.  “Not forever.  But now that I know people aren’t going to freak out at me...  I am looking forward to the rest of the week.”

“I’m going to be missing Leon something fierce by then.”

Leona hugged her tight.  “I’m right here.”

Jean laughed, and skritched her kittygirl between the ears.  “You know exactly what I mean.”  
Leona was too busy purring to blush.

“God, you two are so cute together.  I can’t believe that collar is magic too.  Leona hasn’t ordered you to do anything.”

Leona tilted her head to one side, cocking her ears comically.  “Oh, I know.”  She looked Jean in the eyes. “For the next thirty seconds, whenever you try to speak you’ll cluck like a chicken instead.”

“Bkaw!”

Carrie-Lee giggled.  “Do it again!”

“Buk buk buk!”  Jean stamped her foot, then was silent until the time ran out despite further entreaties from Carrie-Lee.  “That was mean.”

“Oh come on, Jeannie.  That was hilarious!  The things I’d do...”

Jean sighed softly, then started to grin.  “I guess it was kinda funny.  To be honest, Leona’s been so careful I’d almost forgotten how much control she has.  She’s too subservient to really push it.”

Carrie-Lee turned to Leona.  “Can I be your evil Jiminy Cricket?  I can come up with all kinds of perverted things to turn her into.”

Leona laughed.  “I promised her I’d be her kittygirl maid for the rest of the week.  After that, though...” she looked Jean over thoughtfully.  “Some inspiration would be good.  She’s right, I’m not a good top.  Yet.”

“When’s the week over?” asked Carrie-Lee eagerly.

“Friday evening after dinner.”

“It’s a date!”

Jean looked back and forth between the two of them with alarm.  “What just happened here?”

“We’re having your friend over for dinner on Friday.  Then she gets to tell me what to turn you into.”

“Do I get a say in this?”

Leona and Carrie-Lee shared a wicked look and grin.  “Nope.”

* * *

After the blouses and skirts came a pair of sensible but pretty shoes, then panties and bras.  The latter made Leona shake her head in dismay.  “My first bra, and it’s an A-cup.”

Jane pointed out that her other female body would need custom ordered underwear.  Leona balked when she heard the cost, and expressed her relief at the comparative bargain of off-the-shelf bras.  She even endured Jean’s assistance in getting her first bra on with good grace, imagining how much harder the other would have been.

“So,” asked Jean when they were done.  “Fitted head to toe in proper attire.  How do you feel now?”

Leona skipped a few steps as they walked down the hall, holding Jean’s hand.  “Female.  Cute.  Maybe even brave.  Nobody’s said anything about my ears or tail.”

“Female good, or female bad?”

“Oh, good, definitely.  Everything’s snug and fitting and... right.”

Jean shook her head, but was smiling. “How have you adapted so well?”

Leona shrugged.  “I’ve slept in this body four times now.  Plus, remember the Sociology of Deviance class we both took?  Doing something that goes against the grain is hard to start.  But now... nobody’s looking at Leon.  At best they see a cute girl walking with her aunt.”

“Aunt!”

“And most of ‘em just seem to see the ears.”

One of the older ladies that had been giving Leona pitying looks patted her on the arm and said, “Oh, you poor dear.  Are you stuck like that?”

Leona smiled at her sweetly.  “Nope.  Only for a few more days.”

“Ah?  Well then, you’re very lucky.”

“Lady, you don’t know the half of it.  Thank you.”

Leona resumed skipping beside her wife.  “See?  They’re all seeing ‘unfortunate victim of magic gone awry’, not ‘crossdressing weirdo’.”

“Is that how you think of yourself?” asked June curiously.

“Nah.  I think of myself as Leona.  She’s way more fun.”

Jean shook her head.  “You’d think you were the one under mental compulsion.”

It was Leona’s turn to frown.  “Does that bother you?  That your collar makes you feel the way you do?”

“Oh goodness, no.  I love it.”

“Which is exactly what someone would say under nefarious mind control, too.  It’s a puzzler.”

Jean laughed.  “You know better.  It’s not nefarious, we proved that.”

Leona nodded, and resumed her skipping.  She stopped when a scruffy looking teenage boy called out, “Here puss puss puss.”  Jean pulled her closer against her side, but Leona started to giggle.

“I’m more cat than a boy like you can handle.”  The word ‘boy’ dripped with sarcasm, and was accompanied by a flash of Leona’s claws.

His friends laughed and pointed at him, and the unruly teen slunk off, blushing.

“That wasn’t very nice,” chided Jean once they were further along.

“Ah, he didn’t mean much by it.”

“Exactly.  You didn’t have to burn him.”

Leona flashed her a toothy grin.  “They’d best learn that kittygirls have claws.  I’m not the only one.  Enough fretting, let’s go have lunch.”

* * *

They spent every waking minute together.  Walking in malls and window-shopping quickly became one of Leona’s favourite pastimes.  Despite the weather she managed to persuade Jean to go walking out in the parks some, too.  While the crisp air was pleasant, Leona couldn’t show off her cute body when buried under a parka.

Wednesday night found them at a familiar community center.

“Hey, I know this place,” said Leona.  “My Tai Chi classes are here.”

Jean laughed.  “Figures.  C’mon, let’s get in and get our outfits on.”

“Outfits?  You dress up for it?”

Jean tugged Leona along behind her.  “Can’t bellydance properly without a belly to show off.  You’re not going to get skittish on me now, after all the changing rooms you’ve showed off in?”

Leona straightened her shoulders.  “I’ll be brave.”

“Bah, it’s all fun here.  Don’t worry.”

Dozia greeted them warmly when they entered the classroom.  Off to one side was a table covered in colourful silks, many edged with little bells.  Leona’s eyes went wide at the riot of colour, and she started to grin.  Soon she was down to her bra and the shorts Jean had suggested she wear under her skirt, and trying on silks like the rest of the women.  Once she was done, Dozia handed her a short pink ribbon with bells tied to it, and suggested she tie it on her tail.

Leona’s swishing tail jingled as she danced.  She wasn’t the best dancer there, though her natural limberness certainly helped.  At the end of the class Dozia praised her enthusiasm and how quickly she’d picked up the moves.  Leona grinned, and hugged her tight.  “Thanks.  Um... can I keep the bells?”

Leona jingled all the way to the car, making Jean giggle.  “You’re a self-belling cat.  I guess the birds are safe.”

Leona kept the bells on for the next day, until they went to the movie theatre and Leona couldn’t stop jingling her tail through the previews.  She pouted when Jean tucked them away in her purse, but soon was distracted by the movie itself.  Jean had picked a romance that Leon wouldn’t have wanted to watch with her, and Leona snuggled up against her through it.  Jean teased her about finding the leading male attractive, causing Leona to blush incandescently.

Friday evening saw Leona once more in her maid costume, augmented with a black ribbon tied at the nape of her neck, and a white ribbon tied in a bow at the tip of her tail.  When their guest arrived, she was every bit the proper maid, serving up dinner just as she had with Dozia’s lunch.

Carrie-Lee gushed at how precious she was, and asked if she liked being a maid.  Leona grinned and nodded.  “Very much, Ma’am.”

“Oh, just call me C-L.  I’m not your superior, not like Jean here.”

Jean laughed, and put her hand to her collar.  “I’m not anybody’s superior.”

“You’re a superior cook, if nothing else,” said Carrie-Lee.  “That was wonderful.  So what’s for dessert?”

Jean laughed.  “Leon is, I think.  It’s time, sweetie.  You might want to get a robe, first, so you don’t ruin your pretty uniform.”

Leona dashed off, and was soon back with a comically oversized robe.  She held out her right hand to Jean, who tugged the ring off.  The robe quickly inflated as Leon’s body returned to normal, while Carrie-Lee watched in amazement.  Jean grabbed him in a ferocious hug.  “Oh, how I missed this body.”

“Really?  You had lots of fun with Leona.  Especially at night.”

Jean blushed.  “Yeah.  Doesn’t mean I don’t miss my big strong man.”  

Their embrace and kiss went on long enough to cost Jean her top.  Carrie-Lee coughed to get their attention when the bra started getting loosened.  They blushed and turned back to her.  “Oops.”

Carrie-Lee laughed.  “Dinner and a show.  Speaking of which...  What were we going to do with Jean?”

“That’s up to you.  Put the ring on, love.”

Jean slipped the cat’s eye ring onto her finger, then at Leon’s order it shifted to embed itself in the back of her hand.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” asked Carrie-Lee, staring at Jean’s hand.

Jean wiggled her fingers.  “Nah, none of this does.  Feels a bit odd there, but you get used to it quickly.  Especially with everything else that tends to happen.  Hint hint, honey.”

Leon laughed.  “Fine.  Turn yourself into a man.”

“Not what I would have picked,” murmured Carrie-Lee, as she watched Jean’s face reshape and her breasts recede.  “Still pretty impressive.  You can turn her into... anything?”

Leon was staring at Jean’s face.  “Huh.  Sorry, what was that?”

Carrie-Lee waved a hand in front of Leon’s face, breaking his stare.  “Are you still sweet on her like this?  Is that the kittygirl speaking, or...”

“I...”  Leon blushed.  “He looks good like this.”

Jean laughed.  “Really?  Where’s a mirror?”

“Bedroom.  Shades are drawn there, too.”

Jean raced off to the bedroom, followed by Leon.  She was admiring her naked body in the mirror when she noticed her audience was larger than expected.  “C-L!”

Their guest shrugged.  “Come on.  I was practically invited.  Not like I care, anyway.  Besides, it’s nice and private here.”

Leon looked back and forth between them.  “Something I should know?  Like the way you were looking at my wife earlier, but not now?”

“He’s rumbled to us.  Yeah, I’m about a straight as a corkscrew.  Make her a woman again, and I’ll leer.”

“I...  Jean, tell me what this is about.”

Jean winced, and started talking.  About how she’d been friendly with C-L for years now, and when they hit a bad patch six months ago she’d started flirting back.  On the cusp of having a lesbian affair, C-L had asked if their relationship was an ‘open’ one.

Carrie-Lee was blushing.  “Why are you telling him all this now?”

“Can’t help it.  Collar makes me do what he says, remember?”  She turned back to Leon.  “Anyway, that’s when I talked to you about the idea of how open we should be in our relationship.”

Leon nodded.  “I remember that now.  I said... what was it?”

“That it was OK as long as you could watch, but you’d prefer it if it was someone that both of us could share,” repeated Jean dutifully.  “When I told Carrie-Lee she was disappointed, but said you sounded worth keeping, too.  She’s the one who suggested I take the belly-dancing class to try to perk things up between us.”

Leon laughed.  “OK, that’s enough, you can stop.  So... indirectly, she’s responsible for the the magic in our lives?”

“I am?” asked Carrie-Lee wonderingly, looking back and forth between smiling faces.  “So... you’re not going to throw me out?”

“Nope.  Does Jean know what your ideal woman looks like?”

Carrie-Lee blushed anew.  “Yes.”

“Turn into her ideal woman then, Jean.”

Leon wasn’t particularly surprised when Jean became female again.  That she mostly resembled herself, except perhaps five years younger, was something else.  “You’re her ideal woman?”

“Surprise...”

“Of course, if she was to be my ideal lover, she’d have tentacles.”

Leon’s eyebrows couldn’t go any higher.  He laughed then, and shrugged.  “By all means.  Let’s design the perfect body.  Where should the tentacles go?”

“Ah... well...  Wow.  Okay.  Behind the shoulders, two pairs on each side, so they can drape down her back and hide when not in use.”

“You heard her, sweetie.  Add the tentacles.”

Jean nodded, and then spread arms and tentacles wide. She stared at herself in the mirror.  “I look a little like a spider.”

Carrie-Lee shuddered.  “Ew.  Think octopus, not spider.  Octopus not spider.”

Leon laughed.  “OK.  You’re an octopus, one that can live on land, and with whatever human bits you’d like to keep.”

“What?” protested Jean, but her arms and legs were already becoming boneless.  She tottered backward and collapsed on the bed, limbs draping over it then writhing in the air as her leg-tentacles migrated to join the others.  Her head merged with her torso, eyes shifting to either side of her breasts as her body reshaped to resemble an octopus’ head.   “This feels weird.”

Carrie-Lee was staring at Jean open mouthed. “Oh... wow.  Just...  You look like a fantasy come to life.  Can I... touch you?”

Jean looked at her husband, who shrugged.  “Hey, I did say it would be OK if I got to watch.  Now I’m curious where this will go.”

Touches turned into strokes, and soon Jean had tentacles wrapped around both of Carrie-Lee’s arms, pulling her tight against her bulbous body.  More tentacles enwrapped her waist, slithering over the fabric there.  “Were you fond of those clothes?” asked Jean lightly.

“I’ve got closets full of clothes,” panted Carrie-Lee. “Employee discount.  Shred ‘em.”

The tentacles made short work of everything but Carrie-Lee’s bra.  A gesture from Jean brought Leon around to loosen the hooks, and that one garment was carefully lifted away by tentacles and set aside.

Leon leaned in and kissed his cephalopod wife where her head used to be.  “Have fun.”

A giggle came from the other side of her, as she wrapped her tentacles more tightly around an ecstatic Carrie-Lee.  “Come play with me.”

Leon let a tentacle tug him around to the other side of his wife, and he laid on the bed beside her, tracing fingers over the strange curves of her bulbous body.  Her breasts were mostly normal, other than the presence of eyes above her nipples.  Leon was careful not to hurt those.  A bit further down was her mouth, looking like some kind of comical nose given where her eyes had migrated.  Leon kissed those lips, tangling his tongue with one that felt stronger and longer than normal.  The rest was a featureless fleshy expanse.  His hands explored it, then he sighed.

“What?”

“No buttocks.  Make some buttocks here for me.”

Jean laughed out loud, then her mouth curved into a frown.  “Can’t.  Collar fell off.”

“Ah.”  Leon leaned in to kiss a nipple, mindful of the eye.  “I’m sure I’ll find some way to pass the time while you two have your fun.”

As he laid on the bed and watched, Jean’s eyes closed as she put all her focus into her tentacle-enwrapped prey.  Soon both were shuddering and moaning, and despite his wife’s bizarre form, Leon started getting turned on by it all.

Their wriggling and moaning came to a loud climax, then descended into torpor.  Leon would have been disappointed, but the smile on his wife’s lips was far too sweet to make him feel anything but affection.  He covered the two up with the duvet and went to have a nice cold shower.

When Leon returned the women were still where he’d left them.  He smiled and dimmed the lights, then remembered that the collar had gone missing again.  He looked around where Jean had been standing when she transformed, but it wasn’t on the floor, or under any of the discarded garments.  Crouching down, he peered under the bed and spotted a familiar glimmer.  With a cry of triumph he lifted the collar up over his head.

That woke Carrie-Lee, who started struggling against the tentacles and shouting.  Jean woke, and tried to disentangle herself but was having trouble figuring out how to get all her suckers unstuck.  Leon shouted at both of them to calm down, but it didn’t really help.  He sighed, and put the collar around the neck of the thrashing Carrie-Lee.  “Calm the fuck down.  You wanted those tentacles.”

Carrie-Lee took a deep breath, exhaled, and nodded.  “Right.  Sorry.  Waking up trussed up in an unfamiliar room set me off.  I’m sorry.  Wow.  How am I so calm?”

“The collar,” said Jean.  “It’s good for that.”

“Does this mean I’ll do anything you tell me to?”

“Yup,” replied Leon.

“Make her quack like a duck!” cried Jean.

“Hey!”

Leon grinned.  “Sure.  You can’t speak, you can only quack.”

“Quack!”  Carrie-Lee looked startled.  She tried to speak, but only quacking came out.  She started getting more and more frustrated and ended up just shaking her head mutely.

“Fine.  You can speak again.”

“Can I?” asked Carrie-Lee softly.  “Oh.  Wow.  That was...  Look, can I just get out of this, please?  The tentacles were fun, but I really have to pee.”

“Oh!  Okay.  Can you take the ring off, Jean?”

Jean wiggled.  “No, it’s stuck to my tentacle.  Um, one of them.  I can’t see which.  They’re kind of all tangled around C-L.”

“Bother.  You can’t feel it enough to loosen it a little?  You don’t need to change a lot, just enough to let it slip off.”

Jean screwed her eyes closed and her whole body tensed.  “OK, I think it’s loose.  Can you see it?”

Leon rolled the bundle of tentacles over, and spotted the ring.  “I see it now!  One more try...”  Suddenly it popped off in his hands, and Jean’s tentacles were vanishing away.  Carrie-Lee sighed in relief, and darted out of the room.

“No taking that collar off!” called Jean to her friend’s retreating back.  “C’mon, tell her.”

“Fine.  You can’t take the collar off.”

“Wasn’t going to!” came the call from the bathroom.

Leon shook his head.  “She’s as crazy as you are.”

There was the sound of running water, followed by a curse and a laugh.  “I look like I’ve got ten thousand hickeys!”

When Carrie-Lee returned to the bedroom Jean started to giggle.  “Oh my God you do.  You look like a spotty-cat.”  She turned to look at Leon with pleading eyes.

“Fine.”  He handed Carrie-Lee the cats-eye ring, and she put it on.  “You have soft, fine leopard fur instead of skin, but you’re otherwise still fully human.”

Carrie-Lee stared down at her arms in wonder as her tentacle marks became furry rosettes.  She rubbed her hands up and down her arms, purring softly.  “Oh, it feels so nice.  This is real?  Not in my head?”

“It’s real.  You saw and felt Jean change into an octopus, after all.”

Carrie-Lee grinned and nodded.  “Yeah.  I’ve never done anything that wild before, though I’ve wanted to.  And now I have a fur coat.  What’s next?” she asked, eagerly.

Jean looked at Leon with puppydog eyes, and he laughed.  “Yes.”

“What?” asked Carrie-Lee, looking back and forth between them.

“Your hands are disappearing and the ring is merging with your wrist,” said Leon mildly, hiding a grin.

“What?”  Carrie-Lee stared at the ends of her arms, where her fingers were sliding away into nothingness.  “What are you doing?”

Leon grinned.  “Your arms are open at the ends, and are slowly hollowing out, leaving a sensitive satin lining behind.”

Carrie-Lee looked even more confused as her wrists collapsed into hollow cuffs.  The confusion turned to wide-eyed amazement as Jean wriggled her hands up into Carrie-Lee’s arms.  “Oh!  That feels...  Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop!”

“As the lady wishes.  Flare your arms out a little wider, so there’s room for Jean’s in there.”

“Oh!  Yes!”  Carrie-Lee moaned as Jean’s arms wriggled further up into hers, tickling at her shoulders before sliding out.  “Ohhh... I don’t even care what you do to me if it feels like that.”

“Excellent,” purred Leon.  “Your legs are vanishing like your hands did, and your torso is stretching longer.”  Jean caught Carrie-Lee as she stumbled, and helped her to the bed.  Carrie-Lee sat up as best she could, watching in fascination as her legs melted away.

“Your torso is hollowing out, lined with even more sensitive satin than your arms.  It keeps some muscle tone, so you can still wriggle a bit.”

Carrie-Lee gasped as her chest deflated, staring up at Leon with a huge grin on her face.  She tried to speak, but had no breath.  “Do it,” she mouthed.

Leon nodded.  “Buttons are forming down your front, so you can open like a coat.  Jean, if you’d do the honours?”

Jean slowly and sensually opened up Carrie-Lee’s front, exposing satin instead of organs.  Her hands teased around the insides, and Carrie-Lee’s eyes rolled back in bliss.

“Ready?” asked Leon once Carrie-Lee had recovered.  She nodded, eyes bright.

“The ring is tied to your wrist, rather than part of it.  Your head is sinking away, becoming the collar of a lovely, warm, sexy fur coat for Jean to wear all winter.  Two glittering gems peer from the collar, looking like eyes.”

Jean scooped up her new coat, and the collar tumbled onto the bed.  “Oh, she’s perfect!  Perfect!  I wonder how long she’ll let me keep her?”

Jean wrapped the coat around her, and it shuddered in bliss.  “Oooh.  She can still move!  One wriggle if we need to turn you back tomorrow, two if I can keep you for a week.”

The coat wriggled and rippled around her for a long time, making Jean moan and tumble to the bed.  “I...  God, I’m making out with my coat.”

Leon watched her, grinning.  “You look so damn sexy like that.  I’m tempted to...”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

Leon pounced.