“Are you serious?” hissed Jean as the caterwauling from inside Robin and Carrie-Lee’s room intensified.

“Totally.  I gave Robin an out, if she wants to use it.  She won’t.”

Jean snorted.  “She’s in heat.  She probably doesn’t remember.”

“Which is why we’re standing at the door and listening.”

Jean sighed and squirmed as the yowls of pleasure grew.  “Pity you left the ring on Carrie-Lee.”

“Yeah, so we can change her back quickly after it’s over.  She’ll probably need it, Robin’s claws are sharp.”

“Leon!”

The noises from the room got much, much louder, and both of them turned to stare at the door.  Leon reached for the doorknob, but Jean touched his hand and shook her head.  “Not yet.”

The yowls reached a crescendo and quickly diminished toward soft mewling.  Jean nodded at Leon, and he opened the door.

Robin and Carrie-Lee were lying together entwined.  In the few minutes they’d had alone they’d done a remarkable amount of damage – there were tufts of fur scattered everywhere, and Robin’s duvet had been torn nearly to ribbons.  Nesting in the remains were two contented looking catgirls, though both had stripes torn from their back where their claws had come out.

Leon sighed at the mess, and went to Carrie-Lee first.  He took the collar off, followed by the ring, and she swiftly returned to human form, her back whole once more.  She blinked up at him in confusion, then slowly started to work her way to her feet.  Leon moved to the other side of the bed, and took Robin’s collar off, then handed her the ring.  “You might want to patch yourself up.”

Robin looked at where Carrie-Lee was staggering her way toward Leon.  “So might you.”

Leon turned just in time for his face to meet Carrie-Lee’s open palm in a stinging slap.  He shook his head, then grinned.  “Fair enough.”  When her hand drew back for another slap, he brought his hands up to block.  “You get one.  That was it.  You asked for this.  No regrets, remem...”

Carrie-Lee grabbed Leon’s hands, and used them to pull his head to hers.  She kissed him just as ferociously as she’d slapped him.  The kiss went on and on, with Carrie-Lee snuggling her body up against Leon’s for most of it.  When it finally broke, both Jean and a healed-up and declawed but otherwise unchanged Robin applauded.

Carrie-Lee skittered a step back from Leon, and blushed.  “I... thank you.”

Robin pressed the ring into Leon’s hand.  “Same here.”  She pushed him toward the door, then turned back to her lover.  “I kept his little bonus.”

Carrie-Lee’s eyes lit up.  “Did you now...”

Jean closed the door behind them.  “Well.  That worked better than I’d expected.”  As the noises from the room grew more intense, she pulled her husband toward their room.  “Now I want one of those.”

“A cock?”  Leon offered up the ring.

Jean smirked and pushed it onto his finger.  “Turn yourself into big Leona, with a monster cock.”

When the changes were done, Leona towered over her.  Jean’s eyes were level with her boobs, but that wasn’t what was occupying them.  They were drawn to the ribbed, knobbly, and even sucker-lined monstrosity bobbing erect in front of her.  The pointed tip of Leona’s erect monster was above the top her head.  “Oh... YES.  Gimme that.”

“Are you serious?” rumbled Leona.  “There’s no way it’ll fit.”

Jean tied a ribbon around the base of it, then tugged the ring from Leona.  She slipped it onto her finger. “Yes it will.  Because I’ll be whatever it takes.”

* * *

Leona was in the kitchen, cooking and humming happily to herself, when Carrie-Lee and Robin finally emerged.

“Smells good, sis.  What’s cooking?” asked Robin.

Leona grinned at her sister.  “Thanks.  Thought you might want something hearty for lunch since you missed breakfast, with being sex-toys then and all.”

Robin added a wiggle to her walk, drawing Carrie-Lee behind her swishing tail.  “I still feel like a sex kitten.  Love it.  But yeah, we’re famished.”

Leona set two plates of sausage and egg scramble in front of them.  “Dig in.”  While they were wolfing down their food, she ate daintily from her own plate.

Robin burped loudly, then grinned at Leona.  “Thanks.  That hit the spot.  So where’s your sweetie?”

Leona looked down, and grinned.  “She’s here, just hidden.”

Robin bounced out her seat and around to Leona’s side of the table.  “You’ve done something cool with the ring.  Let me see!”

“No!  It’s... private.”

Robin snickered.  “Fine.  Then lemme have the ring.”  She grabbed for it before Leona could react, and tugged it off her finger.

Leona cursed as her last change suddenly started reverting.  As she grew, her mutant cock poked out of her crotch.  As it regrew to its original monstrous size, both Robin and Carrie-Lee stared at it.  One hungrily, the other with a look of growing fear.  When Jean emerged from it and dropped lightly to the floor, Carrie-Lee squealed and buried her face in Robin’s fur.

“There, there sweetie.  The monster won’t hurt you.  I’ll keep you safe.”

“Keep her safe inside you,” said Leona with a grin, shooting a significant look at the ring on Robin’s finger.

“Ooops,” giggled Robin as her belly sucked greedily at her girlfriend.  

Carrie-Lee squealed as she slurped away into Robin’s body.  “What are you... ooooh, yummy.”  And then she was gone.

Robin stared down at her enormous belly.  “Ugh.  This will never do.”  She pushed on it and it started to shrink, from absurd down to late-term pregnancy, then down to potbelly.  She patted her belly once more and it went perfectly flat as she brought up a big burp.  “All gone.”

“You didn’t erase her, did you?” asked Jean worriedly.

“Oh!  I didn’t even think of that.  She’s the flogger, so I could erase her safely.”  Robin mulled it over for a time, then nodded.  “Yep.  Gone... except not.  There’s a sort of spark there, I can still feel her.  Concentrated to a point or...”  Her eyes went distant, then she shuddered.  “Mmm.  Tingly through my whole body.  I like it.  I wish she could move me too.”

“Get the black collar,” ordered Leona.  “Maybe it can help.”

Robin stared up at her towering sister, having briefly forgotten she was standing there.  “I’ll... uh, go get a ribbon, too.”

Leona chuckled deeply.  “Sure.  No rush.”

“There is if we’re letting Carrie-Lee out again,” said Robin over her shoulder.

Soon Leona was back to a more conventional height, and her monster was gone, ribboned away to Jean’s over-acted disappointment.  Leona giggled.  “It may be gone, but it’s not forgotten.  Next time, I’ll just turn you into it directly, since that seemed to be your favourite part.”

Jean blushed but also nodded eagerly.

Robin rolled her eyes.  “C’mon, let’s see if we can install Carrie-Lee as co-driver.”  She moved to the couch and arranged herself comfortably before putting the black collar on.

Leona contemplated the sprawled form of her sister.  “It might be simple...  Robin, Carrie-Lee, both of you become your normal self, with both of you in control of that body.”

Robin’s body wobbled, then tried to push itself vertical.  Her arm slipped, and she fell back to the couch.  “Stop fighting!”

That only made things worse.  One of Robin’s arms latched onto a breast, and started squeezing it.  “CL!  Calm down.”

In a slightly different timbre, Robin replied to herself, “You calm down.  Let me try this.”

Robin sighed, and the conflict died down.  Her body slowly sat up again.  After a moment perched on the edge of the couch, it wobbled to its feet.  “Trippy.”

“Is that you, CL?  Or just Robin pretending to be you?”

Robin wobbled and sat down hard.  “Uh...  How would I even know?”

Leona shrugged, and sat beside her.  “Give yourself two heads, one that’s just Robin, one that’s just Carrie-Lee.”

When Carrie-Lee’s head appeared it exclaimed, “Finally!”

“You weren’t in control?”

Carrie-Lee’s head shook.  “Nope.”

“Pity.”  Leon took the collar off.  “How much control do you have now?”

Carrie-Lee looked left and right, up and down.  “That’s about it.”

Jean giggled.  “I know how to fix that.  Robin, make you left side Carrie-Lee, and your right side yourself.  Conjoined up the middle.”

Robin and Carrie-Lee both grinned at that, and soon the figure sitting on the couch was half catgirl, half woman.  Carrie-Lee waved an arm around, and kicked a leg.  “Better.  Walking’s going to be fun, though.”

Leona giggled.  “Give it a try.  In fact, you should go tidy up Robin’s bedroom, you left a lot of fur and feathers about.”

“Seriously?”  “Aw man...”  Robin and Carrie-Lee struggled to their feet.  It took three tries before they could even balance, and walking without one hand to a couch or a wall for balance proved challenging.  By the time they made it to Robin’s room, they’d managed to improve to the point that they staggered like a drunken sailor, and Leona said as much as she watched them.

“You could help, you know,” grumped Robin.  “This wouldn’t have been as messy without the claws you gave me.”

Leona contemplated their wobbling form as it picked up more tufts of fur.  “I suppose that’s fair,” she said after a time.  “Keep the head, but make the rest of the body yours.  All except your left hand, that’s still Carrie-Lee’s.  Better?”

“Much.”  Robin moved around more easily then, each of them controlling one hand to pick up fur and feathers from the duvet.  “Though... this is pretty inefficient.  Mind if I step things up?”

“Be my guest.”

Robin stood still as she focussed on the change, then giggled when Carrie-Lee yelped.  “My hand!  What are you doing?”

Carrie-Lee’s arm was becoming a long stretchy tentacle, and in place of her hand was a large bulbous appendage.  It looked a bit like a breast, except for the lack of a nipple.  “What am I supposed to do with this?” asked Carrie-Lee when the changes stopped.

“Run it over the carpet where there’s fur,” answered Robin with another giggle.

When Carrie-Lee did so, the fur vanished.  “It’s a lint roller?”

“More like a dirt sucker.  You’re a biological vacuum cleaner.”

“Gross!” exclaimed Carrie-Lee with a laugh as she swept the blob over more and more of the floor, then started on the walls.  “Wait, what’ll happen to all the dirt when we’re done?”

“Wait and see.”

Carrie-Lee sighed, and went back to work.  It didn’t take long before the room was sparkling.  The only remaining damage was the duvet.  Robin contemplated it, then grinned.  Carrie-Lee’s blob-appendage started to grow, and Robin told her to use it on the duvet.  Carrie-Lee laughed with glee when the blob started to absorb the duvet.  It expanded even further, and soon the duvet was gone.

“Well, that’s one way to get rid of the mess,” noted Leona amusedly.  “Going to be a bit chilly in bed without it, though.”

“Not done yet,” said Robin, eyes closed in concentration.  “Going to need a ribbon shortly.”

Carrie-Lee exclaimed in dismay as her head vanished, and the blob at the end of the tentacle continued to grow.  It flattened out and covered the bed, acquiring a quilted texture and a snake-scale pattern.  The connection to Robin thinned out to almost nothing.  “Tie it off!” she called out.

Leon tied a ribbon around one corner of the duvet.  Robin tugged on the tentacle, separating it from the duvet.  The duvet just sat there, looking pretty.

Robin took the ring off and handed it to Leon.  Her tentacle turned back into a catgirl’s arm.  “And done.  No muss, no fuss.”

“Where’s CL?” asked Jean.

“Where do you think?” asked Robin with a huge grin.  “She’s going to be soooo cozy.”  She jumped onto the bed and rolled around on the duvet.  “Mmm.  Fluffy.”

“Planning on leaving her like that?” asked Leona mildly.

“Unless you had other plans.”

Leona tilted her head then grinned.  “In fact, I do.  Something seasonal, even.”

Robin grinned, and held her hand out for the ring.  She set it on the duvet, and teased Carrie-Lee into reforming herself inside of it.  A quick ribboning and unbuttoning of the duvet cover later, Carrie-Lee wriggled free.  “Aww.  I liked that.”

“New game.  Put the ring on, grab the ribbon, and come with me.  Jean and Robin stay here until I call for you.”

A few minutes later, Jean and Robin emerged into the great room.  They looked around in confusion, then Robin asked, “Where’s my sweetie?”

“That would be the game,” said Leona, tossing and catching the ring.  “She’s a decoration on the tree.  Pick the right one, and I’ll free her.  Pick wrong, and you become just another decoration.”

Robin clapped excitedly.  “Awesome!  I pick... the angel.”

Leona stared at her openmouthed.  “Damnit.”  She used the ring to make herself taller, and lifted the angel off the top of the tree.  “How did you guess?”  She put the ring on the angel, and a murmur started it growing into Carrie-Lee.

“I was right?  Aw, darnit.  Can we play again?” asked Robin eagerly.

Carrie-Lee nodded in agreement.  “Please?”

Leona laughed.  “Fine.  Go back to your room, and I’ll hide her as something else.”

This time when Robin and Jean emerged, they studied the tree very carefully.  After her second circuit, Robin giggled.  “Cute, L.  Really cute.”  She kept studying the tree, standing right in front of the spot where a pretty black plush kitten was hanging.

Leona giggled.  “Thanks.”

“I think it’s too obvious, so... That glass ball.”  She pointed to a red-glazed sphere right next to the plush kitten.

“Are you sure?” asked Leona.

“Positive,” grinned Robin.

Leona touched the ring to the bauble, and clearly said, “Change back to human.”  Nothing happened.  “Oh dear, looks like you’re becoming an ornament.”

As Robin slipped the ring on she giggled.  “What a terrible shame.  Stuck as an ornament on the tree with my sweetie.  Whoever will rescue me?”

Leona laughed along with her sister.  “Who indeed.  Turn yourself into a matching plush ornament.”  Before long, she was tying a ribbon around a little green kitten, and hanging it on the tree.

“Jean?  It’s up to you now, to rescue Robin or Carrie-Lee.”

Jean mulled it over, staring at the tree.  “Hm.  I think you’ve been sneaky.  The angel again.”

“You were standing right there when I put her on the tree!” exclaimed Leon.

“Still the angel,” Jean said with a grin.

“Nut.”  Leona handed over the ring, and soon she was tying a purple kitten into the tree.  She smiled at the display, they did make a cute group.  But something was missing.  Leona sighed, and went to go get an alarm clock.  She set it for dinnertime, put it at the base of the tree, then climbed up into the branches as she shrunk.  Soon she was with the other decorations, meditating upon her state to keep her mind focussed on her present form.

Ten minutes later, Leona’s focus failed and she tumbled out of the tree, landing on the ribbon she’d used to tie the others into their forms.  She giggled.  “Oh, right.”

This time when she had herself in position, she tied the ribbon around her waist.  Between the ribbon and the ring the little pink kitten didn’t quite match its peers, but Leona felt they made a lovely display even so.

This time the meditation worked, her mind slid into simplicity and silence.

Until the alarm went off, anyway.

Leona sighed, and regretfully untied the ribbon.  Once she was full size again, she took the kittens off the tree, and changed then back to their normal human forms.

“Is it over?” asked Robin when she became human at the last.  “We’ve had our turns?”

Leona nodded.  “Yeah.  Might be best if we spent the night normal.  You two have work in the morning, right?”

“I don’t wanna go to work,” Robin whined.  “I want to be your toy.”

“Same here,” said Carrie-Lee softly.  “Are you sure we have to go back to normal?”

“Yes.  Back to normal.  Back to work.  So you know for sure what you’d be giving up.”

“Fine,” said Robin crossly.  “But you have to go back to normal, too.”

It took Leona longer than it should have to realize what Robin meant, then she sighed and changed back to Leon.  “Fine.  No sign that anything weird ever happened here.”

Robin giggled.  “Except for your new flogger and my upgraded duvet.  We don’t have to change those back, do we?”

“Nah.  Let’s have dinner.”

“Give me a hand in the kitchen, Robin?” said Jean as she headed that way.

“Sure.”

Once they were alone Carrie-Lee looked at Leon and sighed.  “I guess you’re not such a bad guy after all.”

“What?”

“I resented you for a long time, you know.  You kept me from Jean.”

“To be fair, I was married to her before she ever met you.”

Carrie-Lee waved that off.  “Like that was going to affect how I felt.  I don’t generally like guys, but you feel... different.”

“Is the fact I’m letting my wife have her way with you a factor in there?” asked Leon with a smile.

“Mmmmaybe.  But it’s more than that.  When I saw you with that monster cock earlier, it... helped solidify certain things.  By being so huge and crazy and weird, it put my distaste for men’s dangly stuff in perspective.”

Leon chuckled.  “Thanks.  I think.”

“No, I meant that...”  Carrie-Lee tried to organize her thoughts.  “It was obviously... you know, separate.  Not you.  You aren’t your dick.  You aren’t a dick.”

Leon laughed.  “I’m sure Jean would have fun turning me into one, though.  Or should we turn you into one for Robin?”

Carrie-Lee blushed and looked away.  “Can we please get dressed like civilized people?  I’m trying really hard not to stare, and that would make it easier.”

Leon laughed out loud.  “Fair enough.  I’ve been trying to avoid the same, you’re really quite pretty.”

“Thanks for not staring at my boobs,” said Carrie-Lee as they started toward their respective rooms.

Leon laughed.  “That’s not all I wasn’t staring at, and you know it.”

Jean and Robin also got dressed for dinner.  As they ate they talked of inconsequential things, as if the past four days had been perfectly normal.  The collars, ribbons, and ring were tucked safely out of sight, but were never far from anyone’s thoughts.  Everyone’s eyes would drift to the box they’d filled with their magic treasures when conversation lulled.

“Fine,” said Leon finally.  “One change each, then bed.  You can fix yourselves in the morning.”

Robin cheered, and was the first to grab for the box.  Turning her arms into tentacles made Carrie-Lee grin, and when it was her turn she gave herself scales instead of skin.  They left the ring and ribbons behind once they were done.  “Don’t wait up for us,” laughed Robin as Carrie-Lee dragged her away.

Jean grinned at her husband.  “So.  Am I going to bed with a kittygirl?”

“Do you want to?” asked Leon, reaching for the ring.

“Only if she has a monster between her legs.”

Leona giggled.  “As you wish.  Maybe not quite as big, though.”

Jean prowled up to her husband.  “Fine.   Just as long as I get the ring afterward.”

Leona ribboned herself and handed the ring over.  “Go crazy.”

It was over an hour before they made it to the bedroom, and longer before they slept.

* * *

In the morning, Leona stirred as Jean kissed her.  “We’re ready to go.  Going to see us off?”

“Us?” asked Leona, sitting up and wiping sleep from her eyes.  She looked over Jean’s smart dress.  “You’re going with them?”

“We’re taking my car.  I’ll stick around a while to chat with Veronica, maybe help out a little.  I’m sure you’ll appreciate some quiet after the last few days.”

Leona sighed, and slipped out of bed.  “I suppose,” she answered dubiously.  She put on one of Jean’s silk robes, and followed her wife to the door where Carrie-Lee and Robin were waiting.  They looked suspiciously mussed up, but were standing there innocently when Leona came to hug them.  “Be safe, you three.  Call me when you get to the store.”

“Yes, mother,” said Jean.

Leona giggled.  “I know, I know.  But I’m going to be here worrying even so.”

She watched and waved as they drove down the driveway, then turned toward the kitchen once they were out of sight.  She idly contemplated finding the ring so she could be her normal self again, but Leona felt as normal as Leon these days, possibly more so.  She had just finished a lazily-prepared breakfast when the phone rang.  Before she could find the handset, the ringing stopped.

“Huh.  Must have been a wrong number.”

Jean poked her head into the greatroom a minute later.  “Phone for you, sweetie.”

Leona went over and accepted the handset that her wife was holding out.  “Thanks.”

“Hey sweetie,” came Jean’s voice from the phone.  “We made it to the shop just fine.  I’m going to hang out here for the day, this place is more interesting than I remember.”

Leona blinked, then stared at the woman across from her.  The woman who was grinning like the cat that got the cream.  “Um... if you’re there, who just gave me the phone?”

“We used the ring to clone ourselves before we left.  Have fun!”  Jean hung up, and Leona set the phone down on a side table.

“So...” she started.  “You’re a clone?”

“Yeah, like Robin did with Carrie-Lee after you kept her as a flogger.  Come on out, girls.”

Robin and Carrie-Lee came up behind Jean, hand in hand and grinning.  They only came up to her shoulder.

“Why are they so short?”

“Remember the ring can only make things so big?  We ran out of big, so they had to share.  But that’s not the important thing here.”

“And what is the important thing?” asked Leona, looking a little staggered.

“Nobody will miss us.”  Jean held out a small box.

Leona opened it, finding the ring, the collars, some ribbons, and a note.  She slowly read the note, then set the box down and read it again.  “You’re... serious?”

Jean and the others nodded.  “We’re your toys.  Or whatever you want to make us.  Anything.  We voted you the head of the household, master of all our fates.”

Leona tilted her head curiously.  “What if I want a break?  I liked being Maid Leona from time to time.”

“Then Jean’s in charge,” said Carrie-Lee.  “She was second best.”

“At?”

“The game, dummy,” laughed Carrie-Lee.  “You won.  You win us all.”

Leona’s grin got very wide.  “Does that include the three at the store?”

Jean looked to the others, who nodded.  “Yes.  You can do anything you want to any of us.”

“Including sending you to work?”

Jean nodded.  “Yes.”

Leona giggled.  “But you’d prefer not sending to work, I take it.”

All three of them shouted their agreement.

“Fine.  There will be a rotating schedule, I’ll set it up with Veronica.  Does she know about magic?”

Robin giggled and nodded.  “She had a lot of trouble getting mannequins, and one of her employees came up with the answer.”

Leona raised an eyebrow.  “Magic?”

“Yup!  My other half is currently a mannequin in the window.”

“You can feel what your other selves are doing?”

Robin shook her head.  “Once we got past the end of the driveway, it attenuated and got this weird laggy effect.  By now, it’s pretty much just her memories popping up in my head.  So there’s still continuity – you could erase either of us, and there’d be nothing lost.”

“Ah.  The other you isn’t stuck?”

Robin shook her head.  “Once you’re about five feet away from the stand you turn back to normal.  ‘Course, you can’t do that yourself.”  She grinned.  “It’s great.”

“And how well does being a mannequin pay?”

Robin shrugged.  “Worse than a clerk.  But it’s a lot easier.”

“Hm.  I guess I’ll call Veronica and tell her she has two mannequins she can keep as long as she likes.”  Leona looked over at Jean.  “Or is that three?”

“Just two.”

Leona picked up the phone, and called her wife back.  “Hey sweetie.  We’ve sorted things out on this end, tell your friend she can keep her two new mannequins as long as she likes.  Oh?  OK, love you.  See you tonight.  Yes, I’ll be alone.”

“Alone?” asked Jean once Leona had ended the call.

Leona grinned.  “You said it yourself.  You don’t actually exist.  So you’re going to come home to a quiet house... at dinnertime.  Until then, I have some toys to make and play with.”

THE END