As soon as Gwen emerged from the changing room with Donna riding on her shoulder, dancers crowded around them.  Neysa quickly herded them into a line.  “They’ve seen that changes are on the menu again.”  She wiggled her belly-boob for emphasis.  “How much can you do?  The full Moon isn’t until Sunday, right?”

Donna nodded.  “If we’re efficient, we have enough power with us to change everyone a few times.  I should do the conversions directly, though.  The shrink ray isn’t as efficient as I’d like.  It’ll still be shrink, change and grow for anything major.”

“Including boob jobs?” asked Neysa.

Donna shook her head.  “No, just changing a body part or two it’s easier to leave you full size.  And obviously, no permanent changes tonight.  That’s very much a ‘full Moon only’ thing.”

“Will these changes only last a week, then?”

“They’ll last until a week after the full Moon.  Almost two weeks.  But we’ll be back most nights, and I have more reserve power to bring.  So limited changes tonight, and less so the rest of the week?”

There was a lot of cheering upon hearing that.  Neysa nodded.  “So we’ll skip the fantasy slips for tonight.  Just... personal changes.”

The regulars mostly asked for a few extra cup-sizes, and resizing of a few of their tops to match.  There were a few girls that Donna hadn’t met before waiting at the back of the line.  That they were new to the club was obvious – none had breasts bigger than a D-cup.  Each asked for bigger breasts than the last, causing some friendly jostling between them.

“Can we really get these made permanent later?” asked the woman who’d hidden at the back of the line.

Donna nodded.  “Sure.  Think of this as a test run, we can bump you back down to something more reasonable.”

The dancer looked around at the others, many were struggling to adapt to their enormous new assets.  “I... should prefer not to look so ridiculous, even for a few days.  Sure, I want to be a little bigger up top, what girl doesn’t?”

Gwen cut a glance over at Donna and winked at that, making Donna snort.  She waved to the woman.  “Sorry, sorry.  Inside joke.  I take it you have something more interesting in mind than just blowing your boobs up like balloons?”

She nodded eagerly.  “I want breasts that fit... but also the rest of me sculpted to show them off.”  Her hands glided through the air, as if caressing an object she could see in her mind’s eye, a tapered vase with a flared base.

Donna grinned broadly.  “Oh!  Yes, that could look amazing on you.  I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

“Henrietta, ma’am.  Friends just call me Ettie.”

“Not Henri?” asked Donna.  Ettie’s reaction made her grin.  “Oh, you’re going to be fun, I can see.  But for now... that vase you were seeing with your hands.  Glass, was it?”

Ettie nodded.

“Want a real hourglass figure?  As in, transparent from breasts to hips?”

Ettie’s eyes went wide.  “Oh!  Yes... but the breasts and hips should be transparent, too, for the right effect.”

Donna’s grin expanded like the Cheshire Cat’s. “Oh, yes.  We are going to have fun.  This one’s going to need a shrink for efficiency.  Are you okay with that?”

Ettie smiled back, only a touch nervously.  “I think so.  About your size?”

Donna nodded, and started the change.  “Only for a few minutes.  Unless you want to do some tabletop dances.”

Gwen set Donna on the makeup counter, and hoisted the dwindling Ettie to sit beside her.  Once she was a foot tall and had stopped shrinking, Ettie turned away from the mirror and looked out over the room.  “Oh!  It’s so huge like this.”  She giggled, and ran to her makeup bag.  A tube of lipstick came out, and it was as long as her arm.  “Wow.”

“You’re just full of fascinating ideas,” mused Donna.  “Still want to go for the hourglass?”

Ettie turned to her and grinned.  “For tonight, sure.”  She watched wide-eyed as her flesh started to change, becoming translucent first then slowly clearer and clearer as her waist tapered and her breasts swelled.  She danced in front of the mirror until her body was nearly invisible, defined only by the gleam of lights off her polished surface.

“I’m so flexible!” she exclaimed once the change stopped.  “I thought I’d be made of actual glass.”

“Disappointed?” asked Donna.

Ettie shook her head.  “I was a little worried I might break.”

Gwen stared down at her in surprise.  “And you went ahead anyway?”

Ettie posed, showing off her shimmering curves.  “For this look?  Worth the risk.”

Both Donna and Gwen watched Ettie dance on the countertop for a time.  “You’re good,” said Donna finally.  “Want to do some table dancing, or show off on stage with all the amazing lighting there.”

“On stage!” was Ettie’s immediate answer, and she started growing as soon as she’d said it.  

As Ettie grew, Donna gave her a quick rundown on her new body’s capabilities.  For all the rest of her looked normal, she was now fully artificial – no need to eat or drink, and breathing only useful for speaking.  Ettie grinned and nodded, eager to try out everything her new body could do.

As she pranced off to the stage, Gwen studied Donna.  “Are you okay?”

Donna blinked, and looked up at her friend.  “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You just turned her into a construct.  Something you’ve been moaning about for a while now.  She seems happy with it.”

“For now.  I expect she’ll want to be human to go home.”

Gwen shrugged.  “That’s as may be.  But you can have fun now, right?  Let’s go dance after she’s had her turn.”  She held out her hand, and Donna grew to full height as she took it.  They both slipped through the green room door (after getting the nod from Neysa to go on next) and watched Ettie dance from backstage.  The lights refracting through Ettie’s body threw twisting rainbow shapes through the room.  She spun slowly about the pole, slowly contorting her body to emphasize the shimmering.

“Is she... sculpting the light deliberately?” asked Donna, watching in wonder.  “Damn, she’s good.”

Gwen chuckled softly.  “I had no idea.  She’s mostly kept to herself before this.  You’ve done something amazing here.”

“All her.  This was her idea, I just... made it real.”

Gwen pulled Donna against her side, hugging her with one arm.  “And that’s amazing!  Don’t ever forget it.”

Ettie bounced down the stairs when her set ended, bills clenched in her fists.  She hugged Donna and Gwen fiercely.  “Thank you so much!  This is amazing.  How long can I stay like this?”

“As long as you like.  Ask at the full Moon, and I can make this the real you,” said Donna.  “Though I get the impression that the idea of a ‘real you’ is going to be very... fluid.”

Ettie nodded.  “So many ideas!  It’ll be hard to pick just one.”

Gwen pulled Donna up onto the stage, and Leo fired up Donna’s favourite Wild Boys mix.  Before long, a feral shape was stalking the stage, dancing and playing with Gwen in something that was part dance, part hunt.  On the closing note, Donna pounced, dragging Gwen to the ground.  The cheers were raucous, and the tips extravagant.

When they got offstage, Gwen spun on Donna, eyes glittering.  “What was that?”

Donna cleared her throat, giving her spotty-cat body a human voice again.  “I...”  She sniffed at the air, and her eyes widened.  “You smell like heat.”

“Because you nearly turned our act into an on-stage sex show!” hissed Gwen in an urgent whisper.  “And I wish...” She took hold of herself, turning her head away.  “I wanted it to be real.  Not you getting lost in the song.”

Donna put a paw under Gwen’s chin, shifting the paw to a hand so she could grip it tenderly and turn Gwen to face her.  “It was.  I love you so much.”

Gwen struggled in Donna’s grasp, but the feline body had come with a predator’s muscles.  After failing to wriggle free, she moaned, “What about Sidney?  I can’t...”

“Sidney is cuddled up against Duncan, watching TV.  She is asking why I declared my love, but not questioning it.”

“You... told her?” fretted Gwen.

“It... leaked.  Duncan and I said the same thing at the same time.”

Gwen shook herself free, and Donna let her.  “Tell her.”

Donna went silent for a time, eyes distant.  Then she sighed.  “She’s not very happy about it.”

“Shit.”

“It’s not that bad.  She’s not blaming you, or...  What?  She’s...”

“What?”

“Dictating terms.”

“For?” asked Gwen, nervously.

“You getting what you want.  Ooch, that’s a hard one.  But doable.  I think.”

“What?”

Donna closed her eyes.  “I... we...  Have to make Duncan and Donna separate people.”

“Permanently?”

Donna shook her head.  “No.  Just... separate enough that if I’m doing... things with you, Duncan isn’t there.  I could do that now, but I’d leave too much behind for either of us to be whole.  So.  Something new to learn.”

“But you think you can?” asked Gwen.

Donna nodded, and Gwen kissed her ferociously.  When they came up for air, Gwen pulled back to stare into Donna’s face.  “I hope that wasn’t one of the things I’m not allowed to do.”

“No.  The list is short and quite explicit.  A bit too explicit, really.  I can think of five ways around it... six.  No, seven.  But they all amount to the same thing.”

Gwen smirked.  “No touching of private parts, by turning other parts sensitive?”

“Basically.”

Gwen sighed.  “No.  Spirit of the agreement stands.  You have work to do.  And I can take a cold shower.  And use the other Donna dolly you left me a few months ago.  You can’t feel what I do with that, right?”

Donna blushed.  “No.  I take it that’s for the best.”

“If you want to honour the agreement with Sidney, it is.”

Neysa shook her head at the two of them.  “Just get a room already.”

Gwen stuck out her tongue at her.  “I have one.  Upstairs.  And I’ll be back in half an hour.”  She pushed Donna back into her chair.  “You stay here, and... go mingle or something.  And don’t try to inhabit that doll.”

Donna crossed her heart.  “Wouldn’t dream of it.  Though if you ever want one that *can* be inhabited...”

Gwen giggled.  “You have work to do first.  But I’ll take you up on that, one day.”

Donna sighed, and dragged herself off to the changing room where she curled up like the enormous kitty she still mostly was.  She dozed there, shifting more of her attention to Duncan and the show he was watching with half his attention.

Duncan kissed Sidney’s cheek.  “You’re really serious about this?  You have no idea how hopeful Gwen looked when I told her.”

Sidney sighed.  “I don’t know.  The idea of you, and her... it makes me worry.”

“About?”

“You like being a woman.  You like it an awful lot.”

“This again?” asked Duncan, arching an eyebrow.  “Can’t I like being both?”

“But I see the way you light up when there’s magic to play with.  You come alive as Donna in ways you don’t as Duncan.”

Duncan kissed his wife soundly.  Then he answered, “And I’m alive as Duncan in ways I can’t be as her.”

“Loving computers isn’t enough.”

Duncan snickered.  “It would be if I turned you into one.”

Sidney’s eyes went very wide. “You wouldn’t!”

“Not unless you asked nicely.  Though... you spend a lot of time on your computer.  Maybe I should turn myself into one.”

“Could you make it so Second Life is... real?  To us?”

Duncan frowned.  “I... maybe?  I could make it seem like you’re seeing it in first person, at least.  The physics modelling is pretty poor, and controlling an avatar directly, making it move...  Hm.  Best to save it for a full Moon night, I think.  There are complexities that I can only handle then.”

Sidney looked at him curiously.  “What do you mean?”

“I’m... not quite omniscient when the full Moon is up, but something pretty close to it.  Everything within reach of my powers.... I understand it.  Fully.  Interfacing a person to a program is fantastically complex, and... only with that kind of intellect would it be possible.”

Sidney nodded briefly.  “You really are different those nights.  I...  What are you going to do?  About Gwen.”

“Learn.  Figure out how to be two people.  Or more.  Tonight has been a good start.  Maybe I can turn myself into two independent programs.”

“Stick all three of us in Second Life and...”  Sidney blushed.

Duncan grinned.  “Doesn’t have to be in the computer.  Much easier to do that here.  Is that what you want?”

“Is... is what what I want?” stammered Sidney.  At Duncan’s steady, knowing look her blush deepened.  “You saw?”

“Not the details, but I felt the yearning.  I think I can guess.  A tiny Sidney and Duncan exploring full sized Gwen and Donna.  With the giants unaware of our presence and...”

Sidney’s blush grew even brighter.  “It’s so wrong.”

“Nobody will get hurt.  I promise.”

Sidney sighed, and cuddled up to him again.  “You’re a bad influence.”

Duncan snorted.  “Riiiight.  I’m not the one who came up with that scenario.”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

* * *

Gwen came back to the club just in time for crazy eights, looking very content with herself.  Donna grinned and winked at her, and she grinned saucily back.

Donna didn’t add to the usual stakes of the card game, saying that was a special thing for full Moon nights only, and that she was running low on the crystals she’d brought.  They’d used up some earlier to do a few celebrity fantasies, and Nissa was still wearing Marilyn’s face.

Afterward, two of the new regulars approached Donna.  “Is there enough left for two fairly extravagant changes?”

Donna patted the side of the shrink ray, and shrugged.  “Maybe.  If you don’t mind being stuck small for the rest of the night.”

Jasmine and Sheri exchanged looks and then grinned.  “That won’t be a problem.  We want to be a bra and panty set.”

Donna narrowed her eyes.  “A very specific bra and panty set.  Why?”

“Told you,” said one to the other.  “It’s for a friend of ours.  She has this huge presentation tomorrow.  She’s all kinds of stressed out over it.  We want to be her power undies for it.”

“In place of her usual ones.  And she’s okay with this?”  Donna studied their poker faces.  “She doesn’t know.  What are you two doing?”

“Our most incredible prank ever.  Please?” asked Jasmine.

“Pretty please with sugar on top?” added Sheri.

Donna rolled her eyes.  “And if you cost the poor woman her job?”

“She’s way too stressed out by it as it is.  If something doesn’t change, she’s going to break, and probably take Kirsty with her.  If she can’t learn to relax, losing the job would be doing her a favour.”

“You... honestly believe that.  I don’t think she’d agree.  So.  I will do this, but there is a price.”

Gwen looked surprised.  “I thought you couldn’t charge for magic.”

Donna grinned ferally.  “Oh, I can.  If I charge, it costs you... everything.”

“We don’t have much,” said Jasmine.  “So it’s worth it.”

Donna’s grin broadened.  “Oh, I’m not charging money.  The cost is... everything.”

Jasmine and Sheri looked at each other, confused, then back to Donna.  “We don’t get it.”

“I happen to know that Zena has some silver wire, and knows how to use it.  She may decide to keep you.  If she does, I won’t lift a finger to help.  You’ll be her bra and panties for as long as she decides to keep you.”

Jasmine and Sheri nodded.  “Yeah, we knew that going in.  We’ve been mindless lingerie for those two before.  They could have kept us.”

“I wouldn’t have allowed it,” said Gwen, before Donna could.  “But this time, you’d be on your own.”

“Worse,” added Donna.  “Because if she brings you to me on the full Moon, I’ll turn you into whatever she asks, and make it permanent.  You might become her living lingerie forever, for the asking.  That is the price.”

Jasmine and Sheri conferred with each other for a minute.  Gwen muttered to Donna, “Think that dissuaded them?”

“We’ll see,” said Donna with a serene smile.

They turned back to Donna and nodded.  “We’ll do it.  This will be the most epic prank ever.  And if spending a cruise as their inanimate lingerie is anything to go by, being their living lingerie will be amazing.”

Donna took their hands, and shook them.  “Then the deal is done.  If you have any farewell messages to send, do so now.”

“Oh!  We need Kirsty to come pick us up.”

“I’ll take care of delivery,” said Gwen with a grin almost as wide as Donna’s.

Jasmine and Sheri hugged each other.  “Do it.”

“It’s already done,” said Donna, watching the two dwindle in each other’s arms.  Sheri’s arms and legs slowly disappeared into her body, while Jasmine’s arms became silken straps.  They shared a kiss before their faces crumpled into fabric, and then there was nothing but a leopard-spotted bra and panty set lying where the two women had been.  The only things that distinguished them from real ones were the tags saying “Designs By Donna”.

Gwen tucked them into a little box, which the last vestiges of Donna’s power turned into a pretty gift box.  “I’ll get them to their new home.  Kirsty’s in on the prank, and will make sure they get used.”

Donna shook her head wistfully.  “I envy them, you know.  They’re going to have fun.  At first, anyway.”

“Were you serious about the other?”

“Yes.  Their target gets an anything, usable on them and herself.  Possibly her sweetie as well.  If I’m going to be involved in a prank, this is the cost.”

Gwen grinned.  “Might not be the last one.  I can think of a few others who’d take those stakes.”

“Good.  And good night.  I’m going to tuck myself away here, so Sidney doesn’t have to face me.”

Gwen gave her a tight hug.  “There’s space in my toy drawer upstairs, if you want company.”

Donna laughed.  “Not tonight.”

Gwen giggled.  “But some night?”

“Yes.”

“I can’t wait.”

* * *

The rest of the week was anticlimactic in comparison.  Robo-Duncan went to work, Duncan stayed home, and Donna stayed at the club as part of the furniture.  Gwen dropped by the house to pick up a box of crystals each night, and she and Donna used them to make little fantasies come true, things that only needed one change.

Ettie kept her glassy body, though two days in she asked if she could have some coloured sand added to it.  Donna added golden sand to complement the slim girl’s blonde hair.  Ettie turned headstands before each set so the sand would flow to the top, and time out her dance.

Saturday night was extra busy, as word had spread about Donna’s temporary breast enhancements.  In addition to exotic dancers from all over town, a half dozen women who had never danced before showed up, asking to dance ‘just this once’.  With a boost to their cup-size, of course.  Donna found them especially rewarding to work with, as they were all so very excited to actually be busty for once.  None seemed disappointed that their upgrades would only last a week, but Donna felt that more than a few of them would be back for lasting changes.  And possibly a career change.

Once the changes had been dealt with, Donna approached Gwen.  “Ready for a trip?”

“A trip?” asked Gwen, puzzled.

“Ottawa.  I promised to be there at moonrise.  To do that, we need to prepare tonight.  I was thinking the three of us could hitch a ride on the early flight out of Vancouver.”

“Not going to fly us direct?” asked Gwen.

Donna shook her head.  “Did a little testing.  Getting to Vancouver is one thing, but flying three thousand klicks is quite another.  I don’t have the reserves to go supersonic, so it’d take as long either way.”

“Yeah, but you could keep us from getting too close to US airspace, and cities that still have ghouls.”

“Yeah, I suppose that is an issue...”

“Especially Ottawa itself.  Landing there during the day is a terrible plan.  Better to end up somewhere a bit east, so we have time between local moonrise and having to show in the Director’s office.”

“You’re being paranoid.”

Gwen nodded emphatically.  “Someone has to.”

“Fine.  I’ll make a little jet and stay subsonic.  It’ll be faster than all the fiddle getting to and from a passenger jet anyway, and less chance of something going wrong.  I’m just not sure I can make a trustworthy autopilot, so I’ll have to keep an eye on things.”

“I bought an aviation grade GPS for just that reason.  We can set a course, and it’ll warn us if we vary too much.”

Donna gave Gwen a huge hug.  “Clever Gwen!  That’ll make this much easier.”

“Have you told Bunhill yet?”

Donna shook her head.  “She’s still a plush bunny.  I’ll have to change her before we go.  And leave a clone in her place so Courtney doesn’t fuss.”

Ray was less keen to hear that they were going, and taking the last of the magic with them.  “What am I supposed to do for fantasies?”

“Take the slips down for now, and promise them something extravagant tomorrow.”

“Will you be back?”

Donna and Gwen exchanged a look, then grinned.  “Yeah.  Come hell or high water, we’ll be back.  And the first part might even be literal.”

Ray’s eyebrows lifted, but he didn’t ask further questions.  “Be safe.”

“I’m not sure if that even has meaning any more.”

That earned Donna two sets of eye-rolls.  She laughed, and vanished with Gwen.

Bunhill was glad to be mobile again, and hugged Donna hard with her new arms.  “Thank you for the break.  That helped more than I can tell.  Is it time to hunt?”

Donna explained the plan again, and Bunhill nodded her approval.  Sidney was less understanding, and only somewhat mollified by the fact that two Duncans would still be at home with her.

After one last tearful hug, the three shrunk down and clambered into the model airplane Donna had crafted for them.  It was about four feet long, with ducted fans embedded in the wings for hover and takeoff, and some small but efficient jet engines at the rear for distance flight.  The cabin was dominated by the GPS unit, as it only worked properly at full size.  The display was, of course, comically large.

As they wafted up into the sky, lifted partly by the fans and partly by magic, Sidney waved and blinked back tears.

The flight itself was unremarkable save for the way that the GPS unit took up almost half the ‘cabin’ of the airplane.  It had conventional fuel tanks, and a large stock of magic crystals.  Every twenty minutes Donna would crack a few to top up the fuel tank.  It wasn’t the quietest of flights, at least not until Donna erased their ears.  Unfortunately that made talking difficult, so Bunhill and Gwen took turns napping as Donna monitored the flight.

They touched down at a pretty lake northeast of Ottawa, hiding their plane on a small island in the middle of it.

“Now what?” asked Gwen once Donna had restored their ears.

Donna shrugged.  “We wait.  Going to be a while until the next Moonrise.  Enjoy the view?”

Gwen laughed.  “We’ve got a few hours until the Moon sets tonight, right?  We could find a strip club and have some fun...”

Bunhill shook her head, grinning at how her restored bunny-ears flopped.  “We don’t know how large an area the ghoul controls.  Best to stay out of the way.”

“Fine.  Anyone got any cards?”  A deck of Donna’s creatively-suited cards appeared in Gwen’s hands.  “Crazy Eights?”

They played until the Moon set, with the winner picking the loser’s form after each round.  They burned off much of the remaining supply of magic as they did so, but it wasn’t going to be useful after the Moon set anyway.  After being a dozen different kinds of plush animals, Bunhill claimed she had enough expertise to decide which her favourite was.  And that was her original plush rabbit.  Gwen pouted at the ‘boringness’ of said choice, so Donna offered to leave her as a pack of cards for the day.  Gwen agreed, and enjoyed being Donna’s solitaire deck for much of the afternoon.

When the Moon rose once more, Donna shifted Gwen back to human, though still tiny like the rest of them.  She gave both of her companions a tight hug.  “Go time.”