Zoey and Liana approached Donna next.  “Thanks for these new bodies,” said Liana.  “It feels good to be able to move again.”

Donna chuckled.  “I can imagine.  More than imagine, actually.  I spent a few days as a crystal statue in the middle of the month.  Zoey?  How do you feel about it?”

Zoey sighed.  “Do you know anyone who needs a robot body?  I don't want mine.”

“I thought you liked having control of the remote for the TV.”

Zoey shrugged.  “TV is overrated.  I don't need a remote to listen to audiobooks.  And if I ever start to miss having hands, Liana will let me borrow hers.”

“Fine.  Go hop into Liana's body, I'll see if there are any takers for yours.”

“Actually...” started Liana, drawing Gwen and Donna's attention, “I was kind of hoping you could find someone who wants a matched pair of inserts.”

Gwen grinned at a thought.  “Rachel's here.  Her boyfriend Ronnie, too.  I turned him into her bra.”

Donna laughed.  “I bet he's having the time of his life.  Think she'd want some squirmy little inserts?  Or squirmy big ones, if you two don't mind.”

Zoey laughed.  “As long as I get to live in a boob, you can do anything you like to me.”

“Including turn you into a tiny human that lives in a boob?” asked Donna with a grin.

“Anything but that.”

Zoey and Liana popped out of their robot bodies, and Gwen carried their glistening forms in search of Rachel.  When she returned, Rachel had an even wilder suggestion.  “Could you give me three boobs, and turn Ronnie into an insert too?”

Donna's eyes widened.  “That's a great idea!”  Just like that, Rachel and her bra started changing.  The bra retained its cobalt blue hue as it melted into a shiny blob in Rachel's hands.

Ronnie blinked up at his sweetie, then grinned as he saw the extra breast.  “This looks promising.  What am I?”

Donna coached Rachel into opening up her nipples and set Ronnie against the middle one.  As he slid inside he laughed.  “I'm an implant?  Awesome!”

Liana and Zoey eagerly followed.  As Donna was transforming Ronnie’s cast-off shirt into a three-cupped bra, Rachel's left breast started to protest.

“Changed your mind already, Zoey?” asked Donna amusedly.

“Nope!” said Zoey as she squirmed and struggled her way out.  “I just want to be beside my sweetie.”

Donna smacked her forehead, making a chiming sound.  “Of course!  You're all in the wrong breasts.  Liana should be in the left one, Ronnie in the right, and Zoey in the zenter.”

Rachel giggled along as her breasts' residents were rearranged.  “Better?”

“Perfect!” called out Zoey, who'd had the most experience speaking from inside breasts.

Donna handed over the stretchy three-cup bra.  “Then have some fun!  Bring them back when you're done, OK?  They have a home to go to.”

“And Ronnie?”

“I can change him back when you're done.”

Rachel shook her head.  “Can I keep him like that instead?”

“For how long?”

Rachel's eyebrows rose.  “No fuss?”  When Donna shook her head, she continued.  “How long can I have him for?”

“As long as he wants, really.  Permanently, if he likes.”

“He did lose his job recently... and it would be cheaper if I didn't have to feed him....” mused Rachel.  When Ronnie didn't protest, she giggled.  “Kidding, sweetie.  Really.  Wait, what?  You're not?”

Rachel looked at Donna with wide eyes.  “He says to do it.”

Donna closed her eyes for a moment.  “Done.  If he changes his mind someday, you know where to find me.”

“Holy shit.  You really did it?”  Rachel bounced up and down giddily.  “Sweet!”

“Your suction-boobs are now permanent, too.  I'll make you some inserts to replace Zoey and Liana later.”

Rachel hugged Donna tightly.  “This is amazing!  I gotta go show these guys off to the crowd!”

Once the excited woman had left the room, Gwen shook her head.  “You really did it.  No qualms?”

“They're happy.  That's enough.”

“Is it?  Ronnie could get stuck forever.”

“Rachel will be back.”

“Unless she gets into an accident or something.”

Donna shrugged.  “Life is uncertain.  That same accident could kill both of them.”

“Fine.  You don’t care if he’s stuck in a non-human form indefinitely?”

Donna’s form flickered and became a pillar of crystal.  She held the look long enough to make the point, and became human once more.  “He’s happy.  That is enough.”

Gwen rolled her eyes.  “Why am I the only one that’s saying this is nuts, now?”

Nissa approached them.  “What is nuts, now?”

“Turning people into things,” groused Gwen, though there was a hint of a grin in her expression.  “Did you want to be a thing?”

Nissa held her hands up defensively.  “Nope.  But... can I be the Marilyn-spider again?”

“Sure.  At least that’s half human, so it’s better.  Right, Gwen?” Donna asked with a grin.

“I guess,” mused Gwen as she watched Nissa’s entire body shift and change.  “I mean, at least she could still do things if she got stuck like this.”

“I wish...” said Nissa, then suddenly covered her mouth with her hands.  “Sorry!  I know how you are about that.”

Donna smiled to put her at ease.  “Thanks for catching yourself.  It helps.  Do you want to have this be your permanent form, though?”

Nissa tilted Marilyn’s head, her long blonde tresses brushing against her carapace.  “If the world was a different place, maybe.  I can only imagine how much chaos I’d cause trying to go shopping as a giant spider.  I’d love to be able to be this at the club, then go home as Nissa.”

Gwen smiled.  “I think we can do that.  If you don’t mind getting the same deal as Ronnie did, anyway.”

“Wait, what?” asked Donna.  “You want me to turn more people into breast inserts?”

“Zoey and Liana can both use each other’s robot bodies.  So if you made Nissa here into a robot spider-Marilyn, with a control node in the breast... you could also make a Nissa body that’s the same.  So she could swap bodies without magic.”

“You could do that?” asked Nissa, bouncing eagerly on her eight legs.

“I don’t see any reason why not,” said Donna softly.  “Let me think about it for a bit, we can do it later tonight.  I don’t think you’ll be the only taker.”

“Yeah, that waitress might want in on the deal, too,” said Gwen excitedly.  “We could have a whole lineup of crazy bodies for people to use, like putting on a uniform for the night.”

“But we’d have to get turned into little blobby things as part of the deal?” asked Nissa.

“That get to mostly ‘live’ in robot bodies, yeah.”

“I don’t know that everyone would go for it.  The idea that I could get stuck as someone’s breast implant is... kinda...”  Nissa blushed.  “OK, it might be fun for a bit.  But I’d want some kind of insurance.”

“We’ll think about it,” promised Gwen.

As Nissa headed off to dance, Donna sighed.  “They’re also going to miss being human after a while.  The robot bodies are good, but they’re not the same.”

“Is this about them, or about you?” asked Gwen.

Donna snorted.  “Point.”

Several other dancers wanted fanciful changes, though none as dramatic as Nissa.  Various animal ears and tails were popular, and one went for hot pink glossy skin.  Donna offered to turn her into a living lovedoll, but she shook her head.

Last, a slim woman approached them.  She didn’t look anything like a dancer, but Donna recognized her as one of the waitresses she’d changed last month.  After dredging up the memory of the woman’s name, Donna smiled at her.  “Tina, right?  You went home about a foot tall?”

Tina grinned and nodded.  “Yup.  Had a blast, too.  That’s... kind of why I’m here.  I want to be tiny again.  About eight inches tall.”

“For tonight, the week, or indefinitely?”

Tina’s eyes went wide.  “I could stay like that?  But... I mean, there are times that being big is good, too.”

Gwen leaned in then.  “What about having both?  We did it with Beth’s suit, we could make two of her, with a switch to turn the big one off when she’s not not using it.  I mean her.  Pronouns will be complicated.”

Donna laughed. “I’d prefer not to be called it, even when... no, that’s a lie.  When I’m your clothing, call me it.”  She flickered out of existence then, and a diadem with a large crescent-moon crystal appeared on Gwen’s brow.

“You’re it,” said Gwen, giggling.

Tina looked on in confusion.  “What just happened?”

Gwen shrugged.  “She’s easy to change.  And likes it, though it might protest from time to time.”  She emphasized the second ‘it’.

“Not this time!” chimed the crystal.  “You’re in charge of this one.”

“Fine.  Gimme.”  Gwen purred happily as power flowed through her, making her glow softly and giving her cat’s ears and leopard spots that glowed like illuminated patches of crystal.  “Ohhh, yeah.”  After a moment her eyes focussed on Tina once more.  “Right.  Hold out your hands, like this.”  Gwen held out her hands, cupped as if to hold something.

Tina did so, and before her wondering eyes a tiny person grew in her hands.  The miniature Tina blinked up at the large one once her face had fully formed.  “Oh my!  This will take getting used to.”  Her larger self echoed the words.

Gwen reached up and touched something at the back of large-Tina’s neck, and that version’s face went slack though it still held its pose.  Tiny Tina giggled.  “Powering down...  Is she a robot?”

“No.  There’s just a shutdown switch for her sensory and motor complexes.  You’ll still need to feed her.”

“Sweet!  I guess I better get back to the bar.  Can you take me there?”

When Gwen set Tina on the bar, her roommate, another of the waitresses quickly came over to see.  “Oh, you did it again!” she squealed.  “Are you coming home like that, little Chobit?”

Tina grinned up at Gwen.  “Can I keep this for the week, and decide later?”

“If you want to stay this way longer, it has to be done on a full Moon night.”

“Oh...  Then do it.  This is going to be so awesome!”

Gwen closed her eyes and concentrated while Donna fed her the power to smooth out the ripples in Tina’s reality.  “OK.  Done.  This is you now.”

Tina’s roommate’s eyes went very wide.  “She’s stuck eight inches tall forever?”

“I’ve got a full size body too.  I still have that, right?”

Gwen nodded.  “Just remember if you start feeling hungry or thirsty it might be the other body that needs it.  Have fun, you two!”

“Oh I will!  Soooo many cute costumes to create for my little doll!”

Gwen chuckled as she worked her way through the crowd.  She felt Donna’s power flick out here and there, gifting guests with little changes that led to gasps and smiles.

Once she returned to the green room, Neysa approached her.  “I’ve got a complex special request for you.  It’s... not just for tonight.”

Gwen read the slip and started to grin.  “And their guest doesn’t even know what’s about to happen?”

Neysa shook her head.  “They wanted her kept in the dark as long as possible.”

Gwen giggled, with a chiming laugh from the diadem accompanying her.  “Oh, this’ll be too much fun.”

Before long, Neysa was showing three women into room 3.  Two looked eager, but their friend just looked puzzled.  Gwen had reduced herself to a statuette on one of the end tables, looking like a fertility idol with the moon diadem still riding high on her brow.  The eager ones commented on the statuette with a knowing wink, but Neysa ignored them and instead started to dance.

Soon all three sets of eyes were riveted on her.  Four, if you counted Gwen’s glittering gems.  Neysa was a bellydancer of long experience, and it showed.  Once her guests were suitably entranced, she drew the two eager ones up into the dance.

The reluctant one’s eyes bugged out when her friends’ heads were pulled against Neysa’s breasts, suckling at first.  Then they went even wider as her friends started to meld into those burgeoning breasts.

At Neysa’s urging, the woman helped undress her slowly-changing friends, slipping them out of dresses and in particular their shoes with expressions of wonder and alarm chasing themselves across her face.  Before long, all that was left of her friends were two small piles of clothing, and two enormous, squirming orbs.

When their time was up Neysa bowed low, resting the breasts on the ground.  “Show’s over.  I’m all danced out with these behemoths.”  She rose awkwardly to her feet, and carefully shimmied out the door one breast at a time.

While the gawking woman was staring after Neysa, Gwen quietly changed herself into an slim woman dressed in a maid’s uniform, with a cap hiding the diadem.  She gathered up the clothing into a bag, and handed it to the woman.  “Here, I’ve got to tidy up for the next booking.”

The woman took the bag then dashed after Neysa.  She pleaded as to the fate of her friends, but Neysa put her off with generalities about most people changing back within a week.  The woman accepted this with a stunned expression, and stumbled off into the night.

Gwen returned to normal once she was gone.  “Are you just going to keep them, then?”

Neysa laughed.  “Not this big.  I can barely move.  But they wanted to stay until the big show tomorrow night.  Can you keep them squirmy but... you know, dancing sized?”

“Easy as pie.”

Neysa’s human-sized breasts started to shrink and she sighed with relief.  “Oh, so much better.  Can you add piercings, too?”

“What for?”

“Silver nipple rings, of course.  I don’t want to lose them with all the craziness that goes on here most nights.”

Gwen giggled.  “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Just then a familiar catgirl entered the green room.  “I haven’t missed Crazy Eights, have I?”

Gwen laughed.  “No, Ray.  There’s lots of time yet.”