(featuring characters and story ideas from an anonymous reader)

Kirsty groaned and tried to squirm out of the heavy covers.  Her bed had never been so warm.  Or so squishy.  It felt like at least four pairs of boobs were pressing against her.  She was abruptly wide awake and scrambling out of the pile of women she’d been sleeping in.

The others stirred and sat up, gradually untangling themselves into a loose gaggle of almost a dozen women.  Kirsty could do nothing but stare.  Each and every one looked exactly like Zena.  Kirsty stared down at herself, and saw Zena’s familiar double-D breasts on her own chest.

The other women were starting to realize that they’d been changed, too.  Some were taking it well and trying to outdo each other for how sexily they could pose in Zena’s body, others were starting to panic, milling around and pointing at the giant wooden plain they were on, or the cavernous room around them, so large that the walls were hard to focus on.

“Enough!” called one of them.  “Everyone calm down.  We can sort this out.  I’m the real Zena.  Where’s Kirsty?”

Kirsty waved to the red-cheeked Zena that had called out.  “Over here.”  Then she stared in horror at her hands.  “My ring!  My ring!  Where’d it go?  Oh, no no no, I can’t have lost it already!”

The crowd of Zenas separated and pointed at a large metal object on the wooden floor.  Kirsty darted over to it then stared down at the enormous glittering rubies at her feet.  The ring was almost as big as a hula hoop, and the only way she could imagine wearing it would be as a belt.  “What the heck?”

The others looked around at enormous space they were in, trying to make sense of it.  The wooden floor they were on appeared to be some kind of enormous plateau, with squared-off edges falling away in the distance.  A mysterious rectangular white object on the far end of the plateau resolved itself as a paperback book – one as thick as each woman was tall.

The one that had claimed to be Zena pointed at what at first had seemed to be a billboard in the distance.  “That’s Kirsty’s tiger-woman painting.  This is our apartment.  Our coffee table.  We’re tiny!”

Another woman giggled.  “Oh, cool.  We could explore your apartment like this.”

“Yeah!”

“Wait!” cried Kristy.  “Isn’t anyone curious about why we’re tiny?”

An enormous chuckle echoed above them.  As one, the tiny women turned toward the voice, and saw a female figure towering above them.  That it was doing so while sitting in a chair barely registered.  “You’re tiny because it was much easier to get you home this way.  Did you enjoy your day as a boob?”

Kirsty stared at the figure, then her eyes widened in recognition.  “You’re that maid!  The one from the Blue Vixen.”

The giantess nodded her head, the gem on her forehead sparkling in a way that conveyed amusement.  “And from the party, though you didn’t pay much attention to a certain statue.  We’re the ones who made all the changes possible.”

“You turned us into boobs?” asked Kirsty in wonder.  “And Karla into a guy?”

“Indeed.  And I am here for one last change.  It is Saturday night.”  She lofted an enormous purse that Kirsty recognized as Zena’s.  When it landed on the table it felt like an earthquake and made some of the women yelp in surprise.  A hand as big as a car dipped into the bag, and withdrew an equally enormous ticket.  “I presume you’d like to make it to your cruise.”

“Yes!” exclaimed Kirsty and one of the Zenas in unison.

“Um... which of us?” asked a different woman.  “We all look like Zena.  Is that so we all can go?”

Gwen chuckled.  “The plan is to send as many along as wish to go... but I do intend to return you to your normal bodies.  It was difficult to tell which sleeping mind was which, and we’ve never untangled quite so many people before.  We figured you wouldn’t object, but perhaps we should sort out who is who, now?”

Kirsty nodded, and felt her body shift.  She stared down at her dwindling boobs and sighed.  “Gonna miss those.”  An enormous chuckle heralded their re-expansion.  “Thank you!” called Kirsty as she hugged herself tight.

“Ok, the rest of you, sound off.”

Zena went first, and snuggled up to her sweetie.  Hayley and Caryn argued over which was which and got the wrong bodies for their trouble, which made them laugh.  The twins Daisy and Olga mimicked the routine, getting laughs from the rest of the crowd.  Jasmine and Sheri changed next, holding hands through the transformation.  Vicky and Gail followed, with Juana and Marie changing shortly after.

“Much better,” sighed Kirsty.  “Having lots of Zenas to see was nice, but I want to know which one is really mine.”  She kissed her fiancée soundly.

“Now unfortunately both time and magic are short.  Which is why you folks are...”  Gwen hesitated with her head cocked to one side, then giggled.  “Sorry, that was bad.  The actual point is that it’s easier to change people when they’re tiny.  All of you need to figure out what you want to do, then we’ll grow you back to size.”

“What we want to do?” asked Hayley.  “That’s easy.  Be Zena’s boobs for the trip.”

“Don’t you guys have jobs?” asked Zena while Kirsty licked her lips in anticipation of a show.

“Our hours at the shop got cut to next to nothing after Valentine’s Day, like always.  Might as well just bail until tourist season, or maybe find something more fun to do,” hinted Caryn with an eyebrow waggle and a sidelong look at Zena’s chest.

“But that’s months off!”

“Then keep us for months,” answered Hayley eagerly.  “We won’t mind.”

“But...”  Zena turned to address the smiling giantess above them.  “Didn’t someone say the changes only lasted a week?”

Gwen nodded, then explained the effects of the lunar cycle on the changes.  She carried on to the role of silver and how it could keep the changes from reverting.  “But if you keep them for several months,” she cautioned, “the change becomes permanent.”

“Stuck forever?” asked Zena worriedly, while Hayley and Caryn shared a grin.

“No, it’s reversible if you come to us.  Though the longer you wear silver, the harder it gets.  Eventually, they’d become just your breasts, and lose any recollection of being otherwise.  So would you.”

Zena gasped.  “I’d... forget they were human?”

“It was awesome!” crowed Hayley.  “Neysa put silver in us to keep us ‘safe’ that first night.  As soon as she did... boom!  It was like we’d never been human.”

“No worries.  Not even really thinking, just hang out and enjoy the ride.  Please?” begged Caryn.  “Even if it’s for only a week or two.  It’d be an amazing vacation.”

“But aren’t you worried I might just keep you forever?”

Hayley shrugged.  “I can’t think of a better way to go.”

“Me either,” added Caryn, pulling Hayley into a tight hug.

“Can you two be serious for once?”  Zena stamped her tiny foot to very little effect.

“I am.  We are.  Spending the rest of our lives together as part of someone we love sounds good to me.  A life of being played with by Kirsty...”

Zena looked over at Kirsty, who was smiling in agreement.  “Well, since you’re sure...  Welcome aboard.”  She pulled the two friends close, and soon they were slipping into her chest once more.  This time, the expansion of her breasts was quite modest, the two women only adding a handful of cup-sizes.  She bounced up and down experimentally.  “Oh, yeah, I could get used to this.  Maybe I will keep you, after all.”

Kirsty squirmed as she watched Zena’s breasts kick in reaction to that.  “That’s so... so...  Bloody hell, are you serious?”

“Ask me in a week,” panted Zena, hugging her chest tight.

“That’s two down,” called Gwen from above them.  “How about the rest of you?”

Daisy and Olga both sighed and shook their heads, nearly in unison.  “We can’t stay,” said Daisy.  “We have so much stuff to do, cheerleading practices and classes and all.”

“Did Abby and Carissa get changed back?” asked Olga.  “They’re in all the same things as us...”

Gwen nodded.  “Carmen made quite the impression on your friends.  They spent half the night as mindless boobs thanks to silver nipple rings, and the other half being told they were sexy, dirty boobs named ‘squish’ and ‘squash’.  I think by the end they believed they belonged to Carmen.  I still sent them home like we promised, but next month they’re on their own.”

“Hayley and Caryn didn’t act all weird when they came out...” pondered Zena.

“They just got silvered the once, and for most of the night,” said Gwen.  “And they had time to recover before they became human.  Plus, Carmen’s a giant tease, and Neysa’s a sweetie.”

“Did you send Jill and Paula home, too?” inquired Kirsty.

“Oh yeah.  Nissa is a pro, she made sure they had a great time.”  Gwen giggled.  “Jill went home with a little bonus for Paula too.  I saw them kissing afterward, and boy did Paula look surprised.”

“What’d she do?” asked Kirsty, fascinated.

Gwen giggled even more.  “Extendable tongue.  She could lick her own eyebrows.  Heck, she could probably lick her bellybutton.”

Everyone oohed and giggled at that.

Once Daisy and Olga had returned to normal size and started getting dressed, Juana and Marie asked to go as well.  They hugged their tiny friends as they started growing.  Kirsty clung to Juana’s breast for a little too long, and had to leap down to the table.

Once all four had dressed and left, Gwen turned to the others.  “All of you can disappear for a week to join your friends on the cruise?”  The remaining couples nodded.  “What would you like to be?”

Jasmine and Sheri didn’t answer, they just latched on to Kirsty’s chest and started suckling.  Kirsty moaned through their entire transformation, then hugged her enlarged breasts tight.  “I can’t believe how tiny they are.”

Gwen giggled at that.  “We’ve been smaller.  Two left to go.  What do you want to be?”

Vicki grabbed her friend’s hand, and they darted up close to Gwen.  She leaned down to listen to their whispers then grinned.  “Oh, yeah.  No problem.”  She scooped up the two tiny women and deposited them in Vicki’s purse.  Kirsty and Zena watched curiously as the purse changed into a shiny red box.

“What are they?” asked Kirsty, bouncing with curiosity.

Gwen just grinned mysteriously.  “Time to grow you two back to normal.”

“Wait!” cried out Kirsty.  “Can you just grow Zena?  I want to see her as big as you.”

Gwen nodded.  “Of course.”  Once Zena started to expand, Kirsty ran at her and gave her a flying hug.  She ended up scooped into the growing woman’s squirmy bosom, much to her delight.  At a foot tall, Zena jumped nimbly down from the table, hugging Kirsty to her, then spent the rest of her expansion staring down at her sweetie getting proportionately smaller and smaller on her chest.  Eventually she was small enough that Zena could smoosh her breasts around Kirsty and hide her entirely.

“Mmm, what I wouldn’t give for a good corset about now,” mused Zena.

Gwen laughed.  “I could turn Kirsty into one...”

“No!  I want her with me on the trip.”

Kirsty struggled up out of Zena’s boobs’ grasp.  “Can’t I stay small for the trip?  Just like this?  You could hide me easily.”

Gwen shrugged, but Zena shook her head.  “I want my lover normal sized for our special post-engagement trip, not seagull-snack sized.  Besides, if you’re going to change back in a week, how will we explain you suddenly showing up on the ship?”

“Fooey.  How long can I stay like this, then?”

“I need to get going soon,” mused Gwen.  “If I withdrew the magic holding you in that shape, you’d change back over the next hour.  That would give you a fair bit of time to play at various sizes...”

Kirsty nodded eagerly, then wiggled out of the ring-belt she was wearing.  “Can you put this somewhere safe, love?”

Zena took it from her gravely, and set Kirsty on the table while she searched for its ring-box.  By the time she was done, Kirsty was visibly bigger... and her breasts were looking distinctly odd.  Kirsty poked at them, then called up to Gwen, “What’s up with Jasmine and Sheri?”

Gwen winced.  “Sorry, I didn’t think of that.  Doing this means they’ll end up normal in an hour too.  Should I let them out now and give them another choice?”

Kirsty nodded, and after some very wriggly fun Jasmine and Sheri were standing in front of her, panting.  “What’s up?”

They explained the situation, and Gwen offered to change them some different way.  Jasmine and Sheri still wanted to be close to Kirsty, and when Zena jokingly suggested they become some sexy lingerie, they agreed.  Kirsty stared in wonder as her friends expanded and flattened into swatches of fabric sized for her at full height.  She rolled around on them and giggled.  “Ooh, this will be such an amazing trip.”

“We both hope you have fun,” said Gwen.  “One last thing before we go.  Your trip lasts for a full week, and we’re already a couple days past the full Moon.”

“Oh bother,” said Zena when she figured it out.  “They’ll start changing back.  I guess I need to go buy some silver before we go.”

Gwen set a paper packet on the table.  “There’s enough silver wire in there to keep your breasts, new clothes and toy from changing back.  We charge you with the safety of your friends.  Don’t lose them, not with silver around them.  They might never come back.”

Zena nodded solemnly, and put her hand over her chest.  “I promise.”

“And don’t forget to leave yourself a note to keep the silver on.  It’s hard to remember when you don’t think you’re transformed.”

Zena giggled and indicated her massive squirming chest.  “I don’t think that’ll be a problem.  I’m just glad our passports don’t show our chest size.”

Gwen smiled, and indicated the packet.  “Pick up some silver, then.”

Zena fished out a short section of the silver wire and held it in her hand.  “I don’t feel any different.”

“What size bras do you normally wear?”

“Triple H, like I have since my teens,” said Zena, giving the still forms of her breasts a little pat.  “What’s your point?”

Gwen laughed.  “What size was the last bra you bought?”

“D... wait why did I...”  Zena’s eyes went wide and she dropped the silver like a hot coal.  “What the hell!  I forgot about Hayley and Caryn.”  Her breasts squirmed extra-vigorously as if to make up for lost time.  “Did they...”

“Yup.  While you’re touching silver, they’re not people any more.  You forget.  They forget.  For most purposes, they stop existing.”

Zena grabbed her squirming breasts and bounced them up and down then squished them against each other.  “Having fun, girls?  Soon you’ll be nothing but boobs.  Oooh, you need boob names.  How about ‘smish’ and ‘smoosh’?”

Her breasts bounced and squirmed in what seemed to be an approving manner.

Zena looked down at the silver wire, then over to where Kirsty was still lounging on the pretty pink satin of her new lingerie.  “This is going to be trippy for everyone.  Will they remember?”

Gwen nodded.  “Yeah, though it’ll be a bit fuzzy, kind of like after a long night drinking.”

Zena picked up the wire with a mischievous grin and wrapped it around Kirsty’s waist.  The two women stared at each other in wonder and awe.  “What are you thinking?” whispered Zena.

“That I’m lucky to have an owner like you,” replied Kirsty.  “It’s a dangerous world out there for a little like me.”

“Now be careful,” cautioned Gwen.  “It looks like you’ve figured out how to keep her small for quite a bit longer.  Just make sure to have the wire off by...”  Gwen looked to one side, then nodded.  “Right, thanks.  The Moon sets about seven thirty, so be sure to have the wire off by six in the morning at the latest.  Best to take it off before you go to sleep.  Otherwise she’ll be the wrong size to board your cruise.”

Zena agreed to be careful, even going so far as to set an alarm to remind herself.  She fretted briefly about remembering to put silver on all the others that needed it at the right time, and at Gwen and Kirsty’s urging wrapped a bit of silver wire around strap of the silk and satin babydoll that used to be Jasmine and Sheri.

“So... they think they’re supposed to be lingerie, now?” asked Zena in wonder.  “What’s that like?”

Gwen chuckled.  “Come by next month and find out.  One last thing before I go...”  Gwen picked up two bits of wire, and poked them through piercings in Zena’s breasts that had developed while she was distracted.  

Zena squeaked at the cold of the metal, and even more when a jolt of electricity hit each one.  She covered her breasts and tender nipples up defensively as she cried out, “What was that for?”

“Arc welding them into rings,” said Gwen matter-of-factly.  “Now you can’t accidentally take them off.”

Zena uncovered her breasts and peered down at the gleaming silver rings in each nipple.  “Oh...  That’s kind of cool, I suppose.  Thanks?”  She looked up again, then looked around.  “Gwen?”

“She disappeared!” cried Kirsty.  “Just like that.”  She snapped her tiny fingers.

“I guess we can thank her next month.  So, little one.  Just what are you, hmm?”

“Your pet.  Don’t you remember?  The apartment doesn’t allow pet animals, but you were clever enough to realize a pet human wouldn’t break the rules.”

Zena giggled.  “My pet?  Well.  Are you a good pet or a bad pet?”

Kirsty bowed below Zena obediently.  “Oh, a very good pet.  Especially when you let me play on your body.”

Zena scooped her up with a giggle.  “That sounds like fun.  C’mon.  You can sleep in my bed tonight.”

“Yay!”

Some time later, after Kirsty had exhausted herself using Zena’s boobs as a trampoline, Zena tugged the wire from around her waist.  Kirsty’s eyes went very wide.  “You let me think I was your pet!”

Zena giggled merrily.  “And you had a great time.  Complaints?”

Kirsty shook her head.  “Only that I’m going to get bigger.”

Zena toyed with the wire and grinned down at her slowly growing lover.  “I want you a little bigger for what I have planned next.  A few minutes should do it.”

“I’d only be about eight inches tall.”  Kirsty followed Zena’s gaze towards where the bigger woman’s legs were splayed wide.  “Oh!”