Leona swung helplessly above her crying sister’s body and the panties that used to be her lover.  She stared down at the two uselessly for a time, but the sobbing wasn’t diminishing.  So she straightened her back and called down to Robin, “Snap out of it!  We can fix this.”

“How?” asked Robin, but at least the tears had stopped.  For now.

“First, are you sure you have the right pair of panties?  If you mixed her up with real ones...”

Robin snorted.  “That’d be a mess.  No, I don’t have any burgundy-coloured panties.”

“You do now,” said Leona, prompting more tears until she talked Robin down and apologized.  “Can you fetch me down?  And fix my wife so that I’m not worrying about her?”

Robin sighed, but did so.  She carefully tucked the ring into Jean’s branches before removing the ribbon holding her in that shape.  “Change back, Jean.”

The mistletoe grew back into human form, and Leona cried out in relief as she watched her wife grow to tower over her.  “Thank God.”

Jean brushed a finger over Leona’s back.  “Don’t fuss.  That was fun.”

“Sure, until someone gets stuck as an inanimate object,” said Leona, pointing to the panties at her feet.

“Right.  I heard all the commotion.  You forgot that the black collar only works when you put it on yourself.”

Leona stared up at her wife open mouthed then grinned as hugely as her tiny form could manage.  “Right!  Get the purple collar.”

Robin dashed off for it, then set the panties on the open collar and fumbled it closed.  She tucked a corner of the panties into the ring, and whispered urgently, “Please change back.  Become human again for me.”

After a heart-stoppingly long moment, the panties began to shift, starting to swell.  Robin cried with joy, and hugged the panties tight.  Unfortunately, that knocked the ring loose, and their mass slipped away, returning to a simple slip of fabric.  “No!”

Leona calmed Robin, and they tried again.  This time, after ordering the panties to become human and keep the ring, Robin stood back and waited until the change was complete.  A woman stood before her, with shimmering burgundy skin.  She looked rather like Jean.

Robin stared into the confused eyes.  “Carrie-Lee?  What are you doing?”

Carrie-Lee blinked at her in surprise.  “Oh!  Is that my name?  I’d forgotten.”

“Is it coming back to you?” asked Robin desperately.

The burgundy woman nodded slowly.  “Yes.  Are you... crying?”

Robin wiped her tears away with the tip of her tentacle.  “Not any more.  But... why are you like this?  Not... you?”

“I don’t understand.”

Robin dragged Carrie-Lee to a mirror, and the satin-skinned woman giggled.  “Oops.  I only had one reference for what a woman looked like, so I used that.”  She turned this way and that, admiring how the light shimmered off her fabric.  “I kind of like this look.”

“I do too... but please turn into Carrie-Lee for me.  Just so I know you can.”

Carrie-Lee sighed, and the change rippled across her body.  A little taller, changing curves.  Her face looked younger than before, younger even than Jean’s.  “How’s this?”

“You look my age,” commented Robin.

Carrie-Lee grinned at her.  “I feel that way, too.  If I could start my life over at twenty-two, I would.”

“I’ll fetch a ribbon.”

Carrie-Lee shook her head.  “Not yet.”  She started to pull the ring off.

Robin grabbed Carrie-Lee’s hand in her tentacle, keeping the ring in place.  “You’ll change back into panties if you do that.”

“I know.  You never did wear me like that.  Please?  It would mean so much to panties.”

Robin blinked at her in confusion.  “You...  Are you sure?  Really, really sure?  You could be stuck like that forever if I forget about you.”

Carrie-Lee shuddered, and pressed herself up against her half-tentacle lover.  “I know.  That’s the best part.”  She tugged the ring off, and set it on Robin’s tentacle as she started to shrink.  Robin pulled her dwindling lover tight against her body as she turned to silken, wispy fabric.  Then she tugged the panties up her legs, and marched past her wide-eyed relatives.  “I’m going to bed.  See you in the morning.”

Leon stared up at the closed door of his sister’s room.  “Do you think she remembered I’m stuck at six inches tall without the ring?”

“Yup.”  Jean picked her husband up, and pressed her in between her breasts.  “Complaints?”

“Nope.”

Jean carried Leona back to their bedroom, keeping one arm across her chest to pin the little kitty in place.  She closed the door behind them, then lay down on the bed and let Leona free.  “Time to go exploring, little one.”

“And maybe a little spelunking?”

Jean laughed.  “Sounds like fun to me.”

It was.

* * *

“Good morning, squiggle-girl,” called Jean from the kitchen.

Robin waved her tentacle cheerily in reply.  “Something smells good.”

“Me and my little assistant figured you’d like some pancakes and bacon for breakfast.  Time to serve up, Leona.”

Leona’s six-inch figure dragged one pancake at a time from the warming tray to the waiting plates, making Robin giggle.  “She’s so cute!  Can I keep her like this?”

“Hey, it’s your day.  Do what you like,” said Jean with a twinkle in her eye.  “We had fun last night, I might keep her this size on my day, too.”

Robin laughed.  “Really?  Awesome.  Big bro is waaaay less intimidating like this.”

Leona put her hands on her hips and glared up at her big sister, who just giggled.  Leona broke down in giggles soon after.  “No kidding.  You’re in a much better mood today.”

“Yeah.  Thanks for the save last night.  When I thought I’d lost C-L...”  Robin sniffed.  “I should have listened.”

“Where is she, anyway?”

Robin tugged at the pair of black satin panties she was wearing.  “Right here.”

Jean’s eyes went wide.  “But you own a dozen pairs like that.  How will you know which one is her?”

“She’s identical to them.  I can’t tell them apart, I tried.  This was her idea.  I’ll put her in with them later, mix them all up.”

“What?  But how will you change her back?”

“Drop the ring on them, one by one.  The one that turns back into a human when you tell it to is the person.  We tested on the others, they can’t spontaneously become human.”

Leona started to giggle.  “Imagine if they could.”

“Don’t have to imagine it, I have one pair that will.  Right now, though... without the ring or the ribbon, she’s just panties.”

“She can’t think?”

Robin shook her face.  “Not really.  She said she’s aware, but that panties are all about the moment, and especially about being worn.  She’s in nirvana right now.”

Leona pondered that.  “That... seems about right, yeah.  A state of perfection, egoless and still.”

Robin bobbed her tentacle in an approximation of a nod.  “I want to try it sometime.  She’s promised she’ll wear me on her day.”  She pulled the plate of pancakes closer, then grinned down at her tiny sister.  “Fetch me the syrup, will you?”

Leona bobbed a dainty curtsy.  “Yes, mistress.”  It took all her might just to shift the syrup, and far longer than it would have for Robin just to reach for it.  Robin was enjoying the sight too much to do so, however.

“Well done, little one.  You may ask one boon of me.  Shall I grant you a foot of height?”

Leona considered that, then shook her head.  “I’d rather bring Jean down to my size.  It’s fun exploring like this.”

“Awesome idea.  C’mere, Jean.”

Jean approached Robin with a smile starting to curl her lips.  “This might be fun.”

The ring and a word from Robin set Jean to dwindling, and she didn’t stop until she was Leona’s size.  The kittygirl gave her shivering wife a hug, and called up to her sister, “She needs fur to stay warm.”

“Good point.  Give yourself bright purple fur, fluffy ears, and a long foxy tail.”  Robin examined Jean once she’d done changing.  “So cute!”  She tied a ribbon around the little fox-girl, earning a squeak of alarm when she tugged the ring away, then the ribbon.

“Now I’m stuck like this!” protested Jean.

“So is your husband.  Go have fun!  I’ll come looking for you at lunchtime.”

Leona hopped off the table onto the seat of a chair, and from there to the floor.  Jean followed soon after, and once she was on the ground Leona tapped her on the nose and said, “Tag, you’re it!”  She took off as fast as she could run.

Jean caught up to the giggling kittygirl just inside their bedroom.  “Think we’ll be safe in here?”

“Less likely to be trampled accidentally, at least.  C’mon!”  Leona led the way through the plush carpet to the bed, then crawled under the part of the duvet that was on the floor.  Jean giggled, and squirmed after her, emerging into the dark cavern under their bed.  

“Leona?”

The kittygirl pounced out of the shadows, knocking Jean onto her tail.  She proceeded to nuzzle her wife’s furry breasts.  “Want to make love under our bed?”

“Oooh!  All the places we could do it...  Let’s get started!”

* * *

“Leona!  Jean!”

“In here!” called Leona.

Robin found Leon and Jean lounging in the sink of their ensuite bathroom, enjoying a soak in what to them was a hot-tub’s worth of warm water.  A small trickle from the hot tap kept the water from cooling off.  “Hey sis,” said Leona with a wave.

Robin plucked the two little furballs out of the water, and set them on hand towels.  “Dry off, you two.  It’s past lunchtime, and I’m getting hungry.  My skills don’t go much past mac and cheese at this point, so I need my cook back.”

Leona helped pat her wife down as best she could, but the purple fox-girl’s fur was very absorbent.  Robin found Jean’s hair-dryer, and that made short work of the problem.  But it also left the two furry girls so floofy that Robin couldn’t help but giggle.  “You look like puffballs.  C’mon, Jean.”  She handed the ring to her designated cook.  “Back to normal size.”

“Yay!”  Jean started to grow, and soon hopped off the counter.  Before long she was the same height as her sister-in-law.  At least if you didn’t count the big furry ears on top of her head.

“Tired of being tiny?” asked Robin.

“Nah.  I’m just really starting to like the fur, so I’m glad you didn’t just say ‘normal’.”

Robin scooped up her brother and carried him toward the kitchen, Jean following behind.  “Did you two have fun like that?”

“Did we ever!  Leona found all kinds of new places for us to make love.  I think my favourite was in my leather thigh boots.  It was a tight fit to get both of us in there, but that just made it even more fun.”

Robin skritched the blushing kittygirl in her hands.  “Did you now.  What was your favourite, Leona?  I’m the boss today, I’ll collar you if you don’t answer.”

Leona mumbled something, and was chided to speak up.  “In one of Jean’s bras.  It was all silky... we needed to be a little smaller for it to really work, though.  Or big enough to get her panty drawer open.”

Robin laughed.  “I should make you both an inch tall and tuck you into my bra... while I’m wearing it.  Oooh, imagine if Carrie-Lee was the bra.”

“Where is she, anyway?” asked Jean.

Robin gestured to the giant pile of clay in the middle of the living room.  “She’s my latest project.  I tied her off with a ribbon so I could fetch you to make lunch, but I’ll need the ring back so I can continue.”

A turn of ribbon later, Robin took the ring from Jean and returned to her art project.  She ate her lunch with minimal comment, and as soon as her plate was clean she returned to her clay, sculpting it with her bare hands.  What had been the rough outline of an enormous octopus acquired more and more detail as she worked, from the sleek lines of its tentacles to the detailed work on the suckers.  The body of the octopus remained undefined, as if waiting.

After lunch, Jean and Leona watched Robin work for a time, then wished her well, and headed off to do their own thing.  Robin barely noticed their departure.

Later, she called them back.  Leona was dripping wet, but demurred when asked why.  Robin shrugged, and showed off her finished sculpture.  “It took a while to figure out the body, but I think I finally got it.”

The clay octopus that dominated the living room looked as if it was about to move, tentacles poised mid-wriggle.  The most striking part, though, was the body.  The ovoid was smooth, glossy, but far from featureless.  Instead, it was an enormous face.  Carrie-Lee’s face.

“Woah.  Now what are you going to do?”

“What do you think?” asked Robin with a giggle.  “Carrie-Lee!  Become real in this form.”

A patch of pink grew around the ring in Carrie-Lee’s forehead, spreading slowly over her face.  She blinked ponderously, and smiled.  “You all got tiny.  Especially Leona.”  As her tentacles came to life, she slithered one forward, gathering Robin in its enormous embrace.  Each tentacle was thicker around than Robin’s body, and twice as long.  “I’m huge!”

Jean frowned at that.  “Bigger than anything I’ve seen the ring make.  How’d you get the extra boost, I wonder?”  She looked down at Leona, then frowned.  “Did you steal Leona’s mass?”

“Did I?” asked Robin.  “Huh.  That would be pretty cool.”  She looped a ribbon around one of Carrie-Lee’s tentacles, and handed the ring to the tiny kittygirl.  “Grow.”

Leona grew to eight inches tall then stopped.  “It won’t make me any bigger!”

“Sweet!”

“It’s not sweet!  Now she’s stuck!” protested Jean.

Leona shrugged, and handed the ring back to Robin.  She shrunk back to her six inch height.  “I’m good.  She can reduce Carrie-Lee later, and I’ll get back to normal then.  Or not.  I’m having fun down here.”

Jean rolled her eyes.  “I noticed.”  Then she felt a ring on her finger. “Hey, what’s the big idea?”

“Shrink.”

Jean dwindled as she spun around to stare at Robin.  Soon she was staring at Robin’s knee, and Leona came up to her waist.  Robin didn’t let her stop there.  Or at Leona’s height.  Or even at knee-high to Leona.  She was small enough that Leona had trouble wrapping a corner of ribbon about her, but not quite so small as to make it impossible.  She quivered in the palm of Leona’s hand, staring up at a room that was now so big she could only comprehend it as “outside”.

“Keep her safe,” said Robin with a grin as wide as the sky.  Then she turned back to her lover, slipped the ring on, and grew.  “Bah.  That didn’t even get me to eight feet tall.  C’mon, C-L.  Let’s have some fun.”

Jean stared in terror as the two titanic beings embraced, limbs bigger than trees flailing about with abandon.  “Oh God,” she whispered.

“Shhh, little one,” murmured Leona.  “I’ll keep you safe from them.”  She carried her precious pawful as she skirted the edge of the room, and soon they were trekking down the hallway to their bedroom.  “Hm.  Where else should we have fun?”

Jean stared up at her sweetie, aghast.  “I’m smaller than your finger!  What fun can we have?”

Leona giggled down at her as she climbed the dresser.  “I’m sure we’ll figure something out.”  When Jean had been full-sized earlier, she’d left her panty drawer open so Leona could play in it.  They returned there, and snuggled under layers of silk and satin until Robin came to find them once more.

“Back to normal, you two,” she said softly.  “Time for dinner, and the changing of the guard.  Unless you wanted to cavort in someone’s bra, first.  While they’re wearing it.”

Leona giggled.  “I’m up for it, but Jean here is all tinied out.  She wants to be big, or at least bigger than the dust bunnies we saw on the way here.”

“Both of you three inches tall and in my bra.  Final offer.”

“Can’t it be Carrie-Lee’s?” asked Leona plaintively.

“Nope.  She’s in my panties.”

“Human?”

It was Robin’s turn to giggle and blush.  “Nope.  Same shape as earlier, just muuuuch smaller.”

“Did you use all her size, too?”

Robin nodded. “You’ll be pleased to know I could still stand up in the great room without breaking anything.  Though I’m not sure your sofa will be the same again.  Sorry.”

Leona shrugged.  “Eh.  It was old.  We’ll replace it.”  She got an impish grin.  “Maybe you should replace it.  You’d make a nice couch.”

Robin squeaked, and shook her head.  She gave the ring to Leona, who passed it to Jean.  Soon both were human-sized once more.

“Dinner?” asked Robin plaintively.

“C’mon, Leona.  Let’s feed the tyrant.  Then it’s time for someone else to play.”

After a delicious dinner had been made, consumed, and cleaned up after, the four women retired to the comfier chairs of the living room.  Jean and Leona sat on the creaking couch, while Robin and Carrie-Lee sat together on the loveseat.

“So,” asked Leona finally.  “Who’s next?”

“I’m still the boss, right?” asked Robin.  Once Leona nodded she said, “Then I should choose.”  She gathered up the collars, and presented them to Carrie-Lee.  “Your turn.”

Carrie-Lee looked around at the others.  “You’re sure about this?”

Leona’s nod was reluctant, but Jean grinned and nodded.  “I’m looking forward to what you come up with.”

Carrie-Lee nodded, and handed out the collars.  Pink to Robin, purple to Jean, and finally black to Leona.  The catgirl looked down at the collar in her hands and sighed.

“You don’t trust me?”

Leona’s lips twisted into a half grin.  “Not enough to be excited about putting this on.”

“Aw c’mon, sweetie, It’s only for a day,” encouraged Jean.  “You can put up with anything for a day.”

“That’s true enough.”  Leona put the collar around her neck.

Jean caught Leona before she fell over, and murmured, “Be yourself,” in her ear.

Leona steadied.  “Never going to get used to that.  Hits like a brick.”

Carrie-Lee put the collars on the other two, leaving them bound to her commands.  “Now what to do...  First things first.  Robin, put the ring on.”  

Robin eagerly complied, squirming in her seat.  “What am I going to be?”

“Become a pair of panties, with a squirmy tentacle treat on the inside.”

Robin’s eyes lit up as she started to shrink.  “Awesome.”

She dwindled away until there was just a wriggling pair of panties with the ring sitting on top of them.  Carrie-Lee tied a ribbon around their waistband.  “One down.”  She picked up the ring, and grinned.  “Oooh, perfect.  She’s still all squirmy.  Jean, your turn.”

Jean put the ring on without needing an order.  “Let me guess, a bra?”

“But of course.  Have you been clothing yet?”

Jean shook her head.  “Looking forward to it.”

“Turn your hands into thick, padded bra-cups, with enough flex and strength to make this fun.”

Jean wiggled her replacement hands, one still cupping the ring.  “Oooooh.  I’m going to enjoy this.”

“So am I.  Finish the job, turn the rest of you into a sexy top.  Green satin.”

Jean dwindled away to a slinky green satin bustier, and got a ribbon tied around one of her straps once she was done.  “Mmm.  Sexy.  Now for the final piece of the puzzle...”

Leona shivered as Carrie-Lee turned a fearsome gaze on her.  “Wear the ring.  Become Leon, but only four feet tall, and a slim, Leona-like build.  Weak.”

Leon tilted his head curiously.  “Why?”

Carrie-Lee cackled evilly.  “Someone has to be the victim.”