Leon’s response to Carrie-Lee’s cackle was underwhelming.  He shrugged.  “Go for it.”

“What?” exclaimed Carrie-Lee.  “Oh come on, that was at least a little scary.”

“Eh.  I voluntarily became your ‘victim’ the moment I put this collar on.  Plus Jane wouldn’t let you keep me forever.”

“She is my bra.  She’s not rescuing anyone.”

Leon blinked, and nodded.  “Of course she is.  For now.  But if you keep me as your toy, who will pay for this place?  Where will you stay?”

“Forget about that.”

Leon nodded and took a moment to reorient himself.  “Fine.  What it really comes down to is... You don’t seem the evil type.”

“I’ve turned people into clothing,” protested Carrie-Lee.  “That has to rate at least a little evil.”

“Willing victims.  And from the way they’re squirming, they seem to be having fun.”

“Argh!  What will it take to get you to believe I could really be a threat?”

“Show me!  Do something that’s actually wicked.”

“Fine,” snarled Carrie-Lee.  “Jean told me your weakness, so here’s an order for you.  You can’t move.”  Carrie-Lee snatched up her new squirmy bra and panties, and stormed out of the room.

As he scrambled to keep control of his fraying sanity, Leon reflected that this really was one of the times he should have ignored that little smart-ass voice in the back of his head.  He kept it together for almost ten minutes before the screaming started.

Carrie-Lee rushed into the great room, staggering as if drunk.  She was wearing only the panties and bra she’d just created, and they were proving very distracting, but not so much that soul-rending screams could be ignored.  “Stop that noise!”

The screaming stopped, though the tears didn’t.  Carrie-Lee sighed.  “Fuck it.  Cancel all orders.  Just lie there unaware until I can deal with you.”  Leon’s inert body toppled to its side as Carrie-Lee stumbled back to bed.

* * *

In the morning Carrie-Lee emerged carrying the panties and bra, both of which were squirming in her hands.  “Sorry you two.  I would have worn you all night if you had just calmed down when I asked.  But no, you had to force me to stuff you in Robin’s panty drawer.”

Pulling the ring off Leon’s finger set his insensate body transforming back to Leona.  Carrie-Lee sighed, and dropped the ring on her bra.  She tugged the ribbon free and called out, “Back to human for you, Jean.  Time to make breakfast.”

Jean ballooned out into a pair of breasts, then grew an arm to hold the ring in place.  The rest of her soon followed, and she stretched.  “Morning already?”

“Yup.”

“Back to yourself, Leona.  Time to play maid while I cook.”

Leona hopped up, shooting Carrie-Lee a poisonous look before she followed meekly behind her wife.  Carrie-Lee followed them to the kitchen, and using the ring and Jean’s spare ribbon, returned Leona to a small, slim Leon.

“Hey!  What are you doing to my maid?” asked Jean.

“Nothing that will deny you the assistance you need,” said Carrie-Lee with a grin.  “I want a boy to boss around later.”

Jean snickered.  “Whatever turns you on.”

“He does not turn me on,” huffed Carrie-Lee.

Jean raised an eyebrow, but didn’t press further.  Her silence was soon rewarded.

“OK, fine.  I want a slave, and I can’t bring myself to enslave you or Robin... or even Leona.  But Leon...  I’m going to make him beg to be my pet.”

Leon knelt before Carrie-Lee.  “Oh please, oh please, can I be your pet?”

Carrie-Lee rolled her eyes.  “Not yet.  After breakfast.  Geez, the black collar is no fun at all.”

Jean snickered as Leon stuck his tongue out at Carrie-Lee behind her back.  “I think someone’s finding it fun.”

“He wasn’t finding it fun last night.”

Jean whirled on Carrie-Lee.  “What did you do?”

“Told him to stay still.  Wimp only lasted about ten minutes.”

“You didn’t!  How would you feel if I turned you into a giant spider?  Or worse, turned Robin into one while you were in bed with her?”

Carrie-Lee shuddered and looked down at the panties squirming in her hands..  “You wouldn’t really do that, would you?  I’d never be able to look at her the same way again.”

Jean put her hands on her hips.  “It wouldn’t be half as bad as what you did to him.”

“I thought there were no rules,” said Carrie-Lee softly.  “No recriminations.”

“That doesn’t mean you get to fuck him over like that.”

“Actually, it does,” said Leon mildly from behind Jean.  “But it means I get to do it to her, later.”

Carrie-Lee stared at Leon.  “Ohhhh fuck.”

Leon grinned at her evilly.  “Better enjoy while you can.”

“Will going easy on you make things better for me later?”

Leon shook his head.

“Fine.  Then I’m going to have fun, damn the consequences.  How evil can you be, anyway?”

Leon’s laugh chilled her bones.  Carrie-Lee ordered him to shut up and stop smiling at her.  Even his unsmiling gaze unnerved her, so she went further and ordered him to not even look her in the face.

He bowed his head, then returned to helping in the kitchen.

“Are you deliberately trying to egg her on?” hissed Jean while she worked.

Leon nodded.

Jean rolled her eyes.  “Someone’s going to get hurt.”

Once breakfast was ready, Carrie-Lee took her panties off and changed them back into Robin.  A few bonus tentacles snuck into the design, making Robin grin shyly at her sweetie.  After breakfast, Carrie-Lee put the pink collar on Robin and had fun ordering her lover through her paces.  Robin lapped up the attention with an increasingly blissed-out expression.

Then Carrie-Lee declared that it was time for a spa day, and that Leon was going to care for all three of them.  Robin begged so eagerly to be Carrie-Lee’s servant that she changed her mind, and set both Robin and Leon to work.  Even so, Robin got the easy and fun jobs, and Leon the heavy and messy ones.  Carrie-Lee used the ring on him a few times to make him smaller and weaker just so he’d have to struggle at his tasks.  He bore everything without complaint, as the order not to speak had not been rescinded.

Finally, when it was time to paint their nails, Carrie-Lee decided that Leon had to be extra-tiny to make the job “interesting”.  Shrinking him down to the size of the nail polish bottle made the collar slip off his neck, but he still followed orders dutifully.  His work on Carrie-Lee’s nails was fastidious and precise, and earned him grudging praise from the giant woman.  She passed him on to Jean to do her nails.

While Leon was painting his wife’s fingernails she leaned in close to ask, “Are you OK?”

He shrugged, and went back to work.

“Can’t you talk?”

Leon shook his head.

Carrie-Lee noticed the exchange.  “The black collar cost extra in part because of the special features.  Even if it comes off, it still works until the buckle gets opened.  Handy, huh?”

“Is there a range limit?” asked Jean.

Carrie-Lee shrugged.  “I didn’t ask.”

“So what happens to Leon if we open the collar somewhere else?  He might get stuck!  Carrie-Lee!”

Carrie-Lee sighed and rolled her eyes.  “The guy would have said something if it was that dangerous.”

“Just promise you won’t try to get him stuck.”

“Anything goes, remember?”  Carrie-Lee pointed to Leon, who was nodding along with her.  “See?  Why don’t we test and find out?  Once our nails are finished, anyway.  Come on, boy.  Hurry it up.”

Once their nails were done to their satisfaction, Carrie-Lee had Robin carry the collar to various places in the house while giving Leon orders to do various gymnastic exercises.  He was doing jumping jacks on the table when they left the room, and when they returned he was still at it.

“Could you hear the other orders?” asked Carrie-Lee.

Leon shook his little head, still jumping.

“Huh.  Cancel all orders.”

Leon fell to the table like a puppet with its strings cut.

“Be yourself.  And... hm.  Let’s reinstate the one I liked.  You can’t look me in the face.  And you must address me as Goddess.”

“Yes Goddess,” said Leon with a smirk.

Carrie-Lee harrumphed at that, then had Robin carry the black collar to the far end of the house and open it.  Robin raced back eagerly with the unbuckled collar.  “Did it work?  Can he look at you, Mistress?”

Leon shook his head.

“Cool.”

“It is not cool!” cried Jean.  “Now he’s stuck like this!”

Carrie-Lee gestured at Jean.  “I think it’s her turn for the collar.  Be a good pet and give it to her.”

Jean stared down at horror as Robin put the collar in her hands.  “What are you going to do to me?”

“Something fun.”

“Can we at least make sure you can fix Leon first?”

“Hmmm,” Carrie-Lee pretended to consider it for a moment.  “Nope.  Put it on.”

Jean closed her eyes, and slowly slid the collar into place.  When it was almost buckled closed Carrie-Lee called out, “Stop!”

Unfortunately, Jean’s surprised twitch at the command tugged the buckle closed, and she slumped backward on the couch.

“Now what do we do, Mistress?” asked Robin.

Carrie-Lee shrugged.  “Carry on with plan A, I guess.  Put the ring on Jean.”  Once Robin had eagerly done so, Carrie-Lee ordered, “You are a kitten, and have always been one.”

Jean shrank as a familiar shade of purple fur emerged all over her body.  Ears popped up and a tail floofed out, until finally a little purple kitten pranced out of her clothes and pounced on Robin’s hand.  Robin sighed disappointedly.  “I can’t turn into a kitten, she’s still got the ring.”

“Oh, sorry sweetie.  Cancel that order and go fetch a ribbon.”

“Yay!”

Before long, the purple kitten had a strip of ribbon for a collar, and Robin presented her Mistress with the ring.  “Can I be a kitten now?” she asked.

“Not yet, my pet.  Make sure to put some food out for her first.  Then we have to see to Leon.  Bring him.”  Carrie-Lee strode toward the master bedroom without a glance backward.

Robin arrived with a struggling Leon in her hands.  “Put me down!”

Robin set him in Carrie-Lee’s hands.  “Here you go.  What else do you need?”

“The ring, the black collar, and another ribbon.”

“Yay!”  Robin scampered off.

Leon tried to glare at Carrie-Lee, but had to settle for glaring at her belly instead of her face.  “Now what are you up to?”

“I think a pair of kittens would really liven up this place.  Besides, she looked happy.”

Leon smiled.  “Yeah, she did.  Do you have a plan to fix things afterward?”

Carrie-Lee shrugged.  “We’ve managed, so far.”

“That’s not all that comforting.”

Carrie-Lee frowned at a thought.  “Why aren’t you calling me Goddess?”

“Because I’m not addressing you directly.  The collar’s pretty literal, it’s possible to weasel around the wording if you try.  But if I try to call you Goddess, it comes out Goddess.  Right, if I try to use your name, that is.”

Carrie-Lee grinned.  “Tell me my name.”

“Goddess,” said Leon, but with enough sarcasm to twist the title into a slight.

Just then, Robin arrived with Carrie-Lee’s request.  The ring was used to grow Leon large enough to put the black collar on, then promptly turned him into a kitten in body while the collar did the same to his mind.  The ribbon sealed the change, then Carrie-Lee took back the ring and sent the little pink kitten on its way to play with its mate.

She sighed as she watched the kitten scamper off.  “That does look like fun.  I wish I could do that...”

Robin scampered off, and before Carrie-Lee knew it she was back and putting the purple collar around her mistress’ neck.  “Now put the black collar on.”

Carrie-Lee did as ordered, as she could do nothing else.  Before long, a little black kitten was dashing off to join the others.  It looked back from the doorway and mewed at the remaining human invitingly.  Robin grinned.  “Be there in a minute, mistress.”

She looped the ribbon into collar that large enough for a kitten to slip over its head, and put the ring on.  Before long, a little green kitten with a white ribbon around its neck joined the play.

* * *

Four little kittens played the afternoon away, scampering around the great room without a care in the world.  However, the saucer of milk and bowl of tuna that Robin had set out did not last long in the face of four energetic kittens.

Once the purple and black kittens started to cry with hunger the pink kitten marched up to the green one and batted at her ribbon.  Robin sighed, and ducked out of the ribbon.  Soon she was shooting up to human size once more.  “Why do I have to be the responsible one?”

The pink kitten just meowed at her and patted her own neck.

“You can’t want my ribbon, so...  The collar?  The collar!”  Robin raced off, and was soon back with the black collar.  When she opened it, the other two kittens perked up and stared at her, then darted over to cuddle against her legs.  Robin giggled.  “Had enough of being kittens, have we?”

There was a chorus of happy meows in reply.  Robin held out the ring to the black kitten.  “You first, mistress.”  While the kitten had the ring held between its paws Robin told it to become human, and Carrie-Lee scooped her into a hug shortly thereafter.  Robin sighed happily and cuddled up against her.  

“Did you miss me so badly, little one?”

“I missed being told what to do.”

“Even without the collar?” asked Carrie-Lee.  She took the ribbon from Robin and looped it about her wrist, then handed Robin the ring.  “What would you become, if I asked?”

“Anything,” whispered Robin, trembling in anticipation.  “Anything at all.  Please, mistress.”

“Please what, pet?”

“Please order me to change,” moaned Robin.  “I need it.”

“Then grow a tentacle for me.”

Robin purred happily as a tentacle grew out of her bellybutton.  “Just one, mistress?”

“Are you still somehow wearing the pink collar?” Carrie-Lee asked.

Robin shook her head.  “No.  But the memory still makes me feel sooo gooood.  Please, mistress?”

Carrie-Lee stroked Robin’s new tentacle.  “Mmm.  So if I reinforced it now and again, you’d be my willing pet?”

Robin shuddered under Carrie-Lee’s ministrations and went weak in the knees.  Carrie-Lee caught her and they went to their knees together.  Robin nodded, unable to speak, then collapsed against her lover.  They sank to the floor, stroking and moaning.

And were peremptorily interrupted by two very hungry and very insistent kittens.  Carrie-Lee glared at them, quickly opened two tins of tuna, then dragged Robin of to their bedroom for further snuggles.

When they finally emerged, it was to the baleful glares of the pink and purple kittens.  

“Fine,” sighed Robin.  “I’ll make dinner.”

Carrie-Lee shook her head.  “Nope.  Jean will make dinner.  Won’t you, Jean?”

The purple kitten meowed affirmatively, and held out its paw for the ring.  At Carrie-Lee’s order, it returned to fully human.  Jean sighed softly at the loss of the fur.  After she’d been ribboned, she helped Leon become a pink-furred version of Leona, giggling as she did.

“Dinner?” asked Robin plaintively.  “Lunch was a long time ago.”

Jean and Leona set off for the kitchen, while Robin and Carrie-Lee cuddled on the loveseat.  Along the way, Jean found her white collar and put it on.

After dinner, it was Carrie-Lee’s turn to choose the next boss.  “I know it’s only delaying the inevitable,” she said, “but I’d rather have Jean go next.”

Jean grinned as the other three collars were handed over to her.  She held the purple collar out to Robin.  “Game to try it yet?”

Robin nodded.  “I think it’s safer than the pink one.  I’m almost tempted by the black, just to help get the fuzz out of my brain.”

“Kiss me,” said Carrie-Lee, and Robin did, moaning softly as she did so.  Carrie-Lee giggled, and Robin blushed.

“See?”  Robin held still as Jean put the collar around her neck.

“Stop obeying Carrie-Lee,” ordered Jean.

“Awwww,” Carrie-Lee pouted.  “But it was so much fun.”

Robin gave Carrie-Lee a hug. “Doesn’t mean I won’t still be your sweet-tentacle.”  Said tentacle wiggled out from under the shirt she’d put on for dinner, and brushed against Carrie-Lee’s side.

“Mmm.  OK.  So... am I pink or black?” asked Carrie-Lee.

Jean put the pink collar around her friend’s neck.  “Kiss Robin.”

Carrie-Lee moaned as she did so, and only broke off the kiss when Jean said she could stop.  “Oh wow.  Going to be an interesting day.  I’ll be a puddle by the time you’re done with me.”

“Yes,” asked Leona as she put her head in Jean’s lap.  “What are you going to do with us?”

Instead of waiting for an answer, she put the black collar on her pink-furred throat and slumped against her wife.  Jean sighed.  “Be yourself, but get rid of that stupid fear of immobility.  Tell me what you think of being a mannequin now.”

Leona shrugged.  “No biggie.  Weird.  Last time you suggested it I got all tense and bothered.”

“But it doesn’t sound fun to you?  Being dressed up in pretty clothes and displayed?”

“Sounds kind of dull, to be honest.”

“No,” said Jean.  “It sounds wonderful.  The idea turns you on.  You need to be a mannequin.”

Leona whimpered.  “Please, mistress. Please make me a mannequin.  I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?”

Leona turned around, going her knees in front of Jean.  “Anything you ask.”

“But what to do...”

Leona got up from the bed as Jean entered the bedroom.  “Ready?” asked Jean.

“For?”

“Your task.  To prove that you’re worthy of being my mannequin.”

Leona knelt eagerly at Jean’s feet.  “Anything, mistress.”

Jean handed Leona the purple collar, a ribbon, and the cats-eye ring.  “There are two women out there.  Trick them into becoming clothing.  They will be the first clothes you display in the store window... until I sell them, anyway.”

“You’re going to sell them?” asked Leona, shocked.

“Yes.  And if you want to be a mannequin, you’re going to help me.  Go!”

Leona nodded, and headed out the door.  In the greatroom she found Robin and Carrie-Lee chatting on the loveseat.  “Hey sis,” she called.

“Oh, hey Leona.  What’s up?”

“Can I speak to you in private for a minute?”

Robin giggled.  “Nah.  I’m happy snuggling with my sweetie.  Anything you need to say to me you can say to her.”

Leona smiled as sweetly as she could manage.  “Are you sure about that, sister?  No dark secrets about your past that I might reveal?”

“Yeah, yeah, I cried in biology class when we dissected a frog.  I thought they were cute.  Still do, really.”

“You think frogs are cute?” asked Carrie-Lee curiously.

Robin shrugged.  “They’re green, and have shiny skin.  And their cute little googly eyes!  So adorable.”

“Huh.  When you put it that way, I guess.  You’d like to see me with shiny skin?”

“Oooh!  Yeah, that’d be cool.”

Leona slipped the purple collar around Carrie-Lee’s neck and handed her the ring.  Once it was on, she said, “Become a shiny green latex lovedoll.”

As the green spread up Carrie-Lee’s arm, Robin protested, “That’s not quite what I meant...  Wow.  That is shiny though.”

“I know.  Just look at it.  Touch it.  So pretty.”

Robin didn’t even notice when the ribbon went around Carrie-Lee’s neck, not until the purple collar closed around her own.  She looked up at Leona in surprise.  “Me too?”

“Yes.”

“Oh... will I be with her?”

“I’ll make sure you’re a matching set.”

“Okay then.”

“Become a pretty latex top,” said Leona, slipping the ring on her sister’s finger.  “Same green.”

Robin smiled then, as she collapsed into a heap of shiny fabric.  A few turns of ribbon and another order later, Leona carried a sexy green latex outfit to her mistress.  “It is done.”

“Wow,” said Jean.  “You didn’t even hesitate.  Your own sister!”

Leona looked down at the clothes in her hand.  “Just... sell them as a set?  She wanted to be with her sweetie at the end.  Seemed almost...” Leona’s voice quavered, “happy.”

“They’ll be very happy, my mannequin.  So will you.  Put the ring on.  Change into what you know you need to be.”

Leona smiled so happily as her body crackled, flesh replacing itself with hollow plastic.  When it was done, Jean patted the mannequin’s cheek softly, its neck still circled by the black collar.  “You enjoy every touch as if it were on your most sensitive of places.”

Having the green latex outfit wriggled onto her body sent the mannequin into paroxysms of pleasure that echoed inside her hollow body.  Nothing showed on her surface, but Jean grinned even so, knowing what her order must be doing to the display piece.

Soon the mannequin saw an empty mall through a window, quiet now, but poised and ready to bustle with people.  A tiny part of its mind worried at that, but its sense of time had become slippery with the inability to move or even change the focus of its gaze.  Crowds thronged past, some stopping to stare at the acid green outfit it was displaying.  The lust in their eyes made the mannequin happy.

Days passed.  More than the mannequin could count, though that said little, the idea of counting was becoming fuzzy along with everything else.  Then there were hands on it, stripping off the outfit, sending it into mind-shattering pleasure once more.  As it came down from those dizzying heights, it saw the green outfit being worn on a beautiful woman walking past the shop window.  It hoped that... that... the outfit liked its new home.  This thought puzzled it, until a new outfit was sliding onto its limbs, shattering its mind once more.