Donna looked over to the corner of the green room, where a nearly invisible object lay.  It was the hourglass part of Ettie, divested of all her non-glass parts.  A puddle of golden liquid glimmered in one side, all that remained of the condensed magic that had powered Ettie’s changes.

“Was she in here when she transformed?” asked Donna as she moved to Ettie’s side and started her changing back to human.

Rowan snorted as she followed Donna to the changing dancer.  “She timed it so both happened on stage, of course.”

Gwen laughed.  “Of course she did.  Who brought her back?”

“She did.  Rolled herself off the stage and into the green room as neat as you please.  She’d still be doing donuts in the middle of the room if I hadn’t asked her to get out of the way.  She almost tripped Camen and Tawny.”

“Aw, they had four legs, they’d have been fine,” protested Ettie, sitting up.  Her limbs were still growing in, and she stared in fascination as her hands reformed.  Then she poked her belly and pouted comically.  “No glass?”

“Figured I’d put you back to baseline before your next change.  Maybe take some time to reacquaint yourself?”

Ettie grinned up at Donna.  “Heck no.  I’ve had twenty-two years in this thing,” she made a moue of distaste as she gestured to her body.  “I’m done with it.  No going back, only forward.”

“Looks like we’ve got another one,” chuckled Gwen.  “Is being human so bad?”

Ettie stood up and brushed herself off.  “Nah.  But there’s so many other things to try!  I don’t even know where to start…  Oh, I know, can I be a creature of light like you were while we were singing?”

“A what now?” asked Donna.

“When you went Goddess mode,” explained Gwen.  “There wasn’t even crystal for a while, just light.”

Donna considered that for long enough for her body to flicker out of existence.  It returned as a glowing nimbus that drifted over Ettie and settled around her.  Ettie faded away, grinning broadly as she did so.  A heartbeat later, the glow divided into two humanoid figures.  Donna reformed a human body, while Ettie danced in place, shimmering brightly.

Gwen stared at Ettie, then at her Goddess.  “She’s just magic?  Like you?”

“Not exactly.  She still has a concrete form to return to when I withdraw the…  No, wait.”  Donna frowned, studying Ettie.  “If I take the power from her, she’ll disappear.”

The glowing figure stopped dancing to face Donna.  Its mouth moved, but no sounds emerged.

Donna replied as if she’d heard anyway.  “Yes, that means I could cast you.  It won’t do permanent harm, but casting the last of you will be extra weird.”  Donna laughed at the reply she got.  “Of course you do.  Come on, let’s go see who needs a change.”

Rowan sighed and shook her head.  “And here I thought I’d seen everything.”  She fanned out the stack of fantasy requests.  Donna snagged three that Ettie gestured to.

The first fantasy was for a private dance from a conjoined pair of Siamese catgirls.  Tawny and Carmen were a natural choice, since they were still in push-me-pull-you form, with a head at either end of a body with four legs and no arms.  Giving them a dusting of fur and cat-ears made Ettie’s legs and hips fade away.

“Holding up okay?” asked Donna.  Ettie’s grin drew a matching one.  “Cool.  This next one’s going to use up most of the rest.”

Nissa danced up to them after getting her summons.  “Rowan said you had a Marilyn for me?”

Donna nodded.  “Not stock, though.  You okay with blue skin and stripes?”

Nissa laughed.  “Sounds wild.  Go for it.”  When the change was done, all that was left of Ettie was a floating head, drifting beside Donna.  Nissa paid it no mind, and studied herself in the mirror.  “Blonde hair does not go with this look.  Cerulean blue?”

A flick of Donna’s power set Nissa’s mane to changing.  The big dancer grinned her thanks, then headed out to the private rooms.

Last up was Vanessa, who pouted at the request.  “I just got my tail.  Can’t you get someone else to play Katy Perry?”

“There’s nowhere to swim here,” Donna pointed out.  “Your tail will still be here when you’re done.  I’ve already made the change permanent, it’s you for as long as you want it to be.”

“That’s the thing.  I want to be a mermaid, not a woman, and I spent way too much time human this month.  Please?  Silvie’s getting really good at doing singers too.”

Donna nodded.  “I won’t force you if that’s how you feel.  Maybe we can find someone who wants an Ariel number later.”

Silvie was excited to try a singer fantasy, and unclipped her wings from her back.  “I’m guessing I won’t need these.  Can you leave their mount when you change me?  I might do a turn with them before changing back…”  While she talked she moved over to the coat-rack and hung the folded wings from one of the hooks.

Donna grinned.  “You’re as attached to those as Vanessa is to her tail.”

Silvie nodded enthusiastically.  “And to birdie-me.  She’s sleeping at home, but I had a good fly earlier.”

Changes washed over Silvie’s head and neck, giving her the singer’s voice and looks.  Ettie drifted over to float by Silvie’s new face and looked back at Donna accusingly.

“Wait for it.  I’ve saved you for something special.”

Ettie smiled brightly as she vanished, her glow spiraling into Silvie’s chest, growing it to improbable size and adding a special feature.

“Go have fun, and don’t worry about the mess, I’ll deal with it when you're done.”

Gwen shook her head.  “You really did it.  She’s gone.”

Donna pulled Gwen into a hug.  “No. She is what’s keeping Silvie’s breasts enlarged.”  With a giggle she added, “and capable of spraying gallons of whipped cream.”

“Hah!  So you’ve turned her into breasts?”

“Not exactly, but...”

“So maybe she can help with those girls who wanted to be stuck as breasts forever?”

Donna grinned.  “The thought had crossed my mind, yes.”

After Silvie had had her fun, Donna and Gwen met her in private room 3.  The room was liberally covered in something that looked almost like whipped cream, but didn’t appear to be melting.  Silvie picked up a handful of the fluff and tossed it at Donna.  “What is this stuff, anyway?”

“Mostly it’s just... magic.  And Ettie.”

Silvie had scooped up another handful of fluff.  “This is a person?”  She gave the handful a squish, and giggled.  “Cool.”

With a gesture, all the “whipped cream” in the room gathered together into a single pile.  The pile sculpted itself until a cloudy humanoid figure stood in its place.  Bright blue eyes blinked from its lumpy face.

“Hey Ettie.  Did you have fun?” asked Donna.

“Did I ever!” cheered Ettie, examining her body.  “And this looks like fun, too.  Am I still made of magic?”

“Mostly.  Enough real matter in there that you’ll not vanish into a spell this time.”

Ettie nodded squishily.  “Probably for the best.  That was scary!  But then I was Silvie’s breasts.”  She waved at the other dancer.  “Hi Silvie!  I hope you didn’t mind the company.”

Silvie hugged Ettie, and discovered in so doing that she was fully as soft as she looked – her arms went right through.  “Uh, sorry.  Yeah, it was fun.  I should go wash up, though.  That guy...”  She shuddered.  “Pays well, but sometimes the way they look at you, like they want to eat you all up.”

Ettie giggled.  “That sounds like fun.  Want a bite?”

Silvie shook her head vigorously and darted from the room.  Ettie sighed.  “Too much?”

“A little.  You’re head over heels for this stuff.  Some of the others are more... pragmatic?  They have this or that thing they want, and once they have it they’re happy like that.  Silvie loves her wings.  Vanessa loves being a mermaid.  You, and a few others...”  Donna gestured to herself.  “Love change.”

Donna scooped up a fingerful of Ettie’s fluff and tasted it.  “Hm.  A little more minty than I’d figured.  Ah well, nobody’s perfect.  Come on, I’ve got some people I need you to meet.”

Ettie splurched along behind Donna, giggling at the noises her body made.  In the green room they met two women with sparkling gems affixed to their forehead.  “Can we get this over with?” asked one.  “The gem in the forehead thing was fun at first, but my parents are worried I’ve done something rash.”  She giggled.  “If they knew where I was now they’d have a fit.”

The raven-haired one pulled the speaker into a hug and away from Donna’s glower.  “It’ll be okay, Hayley.”  She turned to face Donna.  “We weren’t properly introduced last time, and I’d like to apologize for our behaviour.  I’m Caryn.”

Donna smiled, and shook Caryn’s offered hand.  “Pleased to meet you.  Oh, you have some interesting ideas...  Let’s see how your friends have fared, first.”

The gems on Hayley and Caryn’s foreheads flared then drifted forward, growing into tiny humanoid forms that settled on Donna’s outstretched hands, one each.  “Welcome back.  What have you two decided?  Still eager to spend the rest of your lives as boobs?”

The two figures looked up at Donna in wonder.  One nodded, the other shook her head.  “What’s so good about being boobs that you’d want to give up everything else?  Ettie, you’ve got some expertise here...”

Ettie crouched before the two little ones.  “It was only half an hour.  And the spraying around as whipped cream was at least as much fun.  There’s just so much more I want to see and do!  Just think, you could come back here every month and become... anything!  Look at me, I’m made of whipped cream!”

“Boobs are the best!” chimed the little one who’d shaken her head.  “Why be anything else?”

“Because there are so many boobs out there.  Why be just one?”

As the one Ettie was speaking to digested that, the crystal that Caryn had carried spoke up.  “Can I be normal again, please?  My parents’ thirtieth anniversary is next month.  I can’t miss it.  Can’t be missing for it.”  She started growing, and Donna set her on the ground.

Soon a person was standing where the crystal had been, and hugging herself.  “Oh, how I missed having a body.  Thank you.”

Donna blinked.  “I’m the one that turned you into a crystal in the first place.  Why thank me for fixing it?”

She shook her head.  “Thank you for the experience.  It was fun at first.  Especially trying to mess with Caryn’s dreams.”

“That was you, Carissa?” gasped Caryn.  “I spent weeks dreaming of turning into a giant breast.”

Carissa grinned.  “Yep.  As I said, fun.  Thank you for keeping up with my messages even so.  I hadn’t realized how big a hole I’d left behind until you did that.  So many people wondering why I’d disappeared...”

The little crystal woman in Donna’s left hand sighed.  “Nobody missed me.”

Carissa turned to her, crouching to put her head near her inch-tall friend.  “I missed you.”  She put her hand under Donna’s, and the little one jumped into it.  “You’re so pretty like this.  Can I keep you?”

Donna chuckled as the crystal woman nodded.  “Are you sure?  Alright, then.”  A loop formed behind the tiny woman’s neck, and a black silk cord snaked through it.

Carissa lifted her friend up by the cord, giggling as she swung through the air.  She tied the cord behind her neck, and the little one nearly vanished into her cleavage.  “Oh...  Yes, I see why you wanted this.”  She looked up at Donna again.  “Thank you.  How long will she be this way?”

“As long as you like.  Come back any month if she decides to grow up.”

Carissa giggled.  “She’s not really the type to.  But I’ll definitely be back.”  She stood, and impulsively darted forward to kiss Donna on the cheek.  “Thank you again.”

Hayley stared at Carissa.  “You’re just going to keep her?  I mean, she...”  She sighed.  “I suppose she exists, anyway.  Better than what she’d been asking me to do.  Hopefully you can do better for her.  So now what?”

“Up to you.  The way I see it, you’ve done me a favour with those two.”  Donna bowed to them, her hands together in the pose Jeannie would often use in the TV show.  “What would you like?”

Hayley looked over at her friend.  “I...”  She yelped as she felt something move in her hair.  When she put her hand to it, she found a snake twined in her hair, one of a growing number.  “Medusa hair?  Oh, if only I could hide this.”

“You have thick hair,” noted Donna.  “If I kept the number of snakes low, they could hide in it.”

Hayley’s eyes shone.  “That would be amazing.  Can I also petrify?”

Donna shook her head.  “I can’t give you that sort of power.  But if Caryn’s willing...”

“I am!”

“Make her... oh, that’d be cool.  I can make it so if she meets the gaze of your snakes, she will slowly lose the ability to move.  Longer, and her skin will bleach to the pure white of marble.”

Caryn’s eyes were wide at the offer.  “You could do that?”

“Easily.”

“And she can turn me back to normal with a kiss?”

Donna chuckled softly.  “That seems like the perfect way.  Is this what you want, Caryn?”

“I...”  Caryn flushed, and peeked over at Hayley.  “One more thing.  Can you...  I mean, she’s controlling me already, kinda.  I want to...”  She looked down at Hayley’s feet.  “I want her to be able to make me do more than just stand still.”

“Caryn?” asked Hayley.  “What are you asking?”

Donna held a collar out to Hayley.  It had a snake-skin pattern to it, and the buckle was a stylized snake’s head.  “While she wears this, she will do anything you tell her.”

Hayley picked it up with great care.  “I... wow.  Seriously?  That’s...  Are you sure, Caryn?  Because once I put this on you, I might not take it off for a long time.”

“Never more so.”

The two of them left hand in hand, Caryn trailing behind Hayley as they worked their way through the crowd.

Gwen turned to Donna with a grin.  “That collar doesn’t do anything, does it?”

“Nope.  Caryn’s not going to tell Hayley that, though.”

Gwen giggled.  “Nope.  Think they’ll be back?”

“I don’t doubt it.  They’ll go back to normal in a week, except for the collar.  Unless they get a good look at the Moon tonight.  It’s a clear night, for once.”

Donna closed her eyes and spread her awareness as the couple went out the back door of the green room, then she cheered.  “Maybe they won’t be back.”

“Seriously?  They’re going to keep all your changes?” asked Gwen.

Donna nodded, her eyes sparkling.  “Oh, the fun they had.  Yes.”

“Lucky for them.  Imagine if only one had liked it.”

As Ettie squished away to go dance, Rowan brought Donna another slip.  This one asked for her personally.  “A gift and a debt?” Donna read, puzzled.  “I wonder what this is about.”

Gwen tagged along to the private room, cat-ears perking from her hair to express her curiosity.  “Oh!  You two.”

“Hey Gwen,” said the shorter one with espresso hair.  “I came to make good on Jasmine and Sheri’s promise.”  She held out a leopard-spotted bra and panty set.

Donna’s eyebrows rose as she recognized her creation.  “Ah.  An anything for a prank, as I recall.  And this would be the third prankster, with you?”

Kirsty ducked her head.   “Yeah.”

Donna accepted the bra and panties from Zena, and soon they were human once more.  Sheri and Jasmine looked at her in confusion, and she grinned.  “You two go dance, might be the last chance you get for a while.  We’ll do the anything when you get back.”

Jasmine and Sheri cheered as sparkling new dancing outfits appeared on their bodies, then  dashed off.

“Now with them out of the way...  You bought a fantasy, as well.  Why?”

“It seemed only fair,” said Zena.  “I get to change Kirsty for...  Really for as long as I like?”

Donna nodded.  “Are you okay with that, Kirsty?”

Kirsty looked at the door, then back to her sweetie, a finger twining nervously in her golden brown hair.  “I... guess?  I mean, I love her, I know she won’t do anything too mean.  But... this is scary.  Everything’s changing so fast.  Zena’s promotion, quitting my job...”

“Promotion?” asked Donna.  “So the prank went... well?”

Zena’s expression darkened, and her glower made Kirsty squeak and cower.  “I was mortified.  And the things I said to my sweetie afterward...  I thought I had lost my job.  I did lose the position I had, but it worked out.  My manager was a jerk.  I’d rather be turning him into a toad than Kirsty into anything at all.”

“While that could be arranged, it would probably cause more problems than it would solve,” said Donna.

Zena blinked at her.  “Uh...  I...  No, I’d rather not.  I want something fun.  I’m not good at fun.”

“Okay.  So do you want to turn Kirsty into something fun, or yourself?” asked Donna with a grin.

Zena looked over at Kirsty, and shrugged.  “What do you want?”

“I don’t know!  You didn’t warn me, I didn’t think I’d have to come up with something.   I’m tempted to turn you into my boobs again, just for the night, but...”

“But?”  Donna asked.

“We ran into Carissa on the way in.  She told us how you’d reacted.”

Donna chuckled softly.  “Should have seen me last month, when they were all fighting to be each other’s breasts forever.  I... might have gotten a little cranky.”

“A little?” echoed Gwen with a grin.

“Okay, a lot.  I won’t do that to you.  You can ask for anything at all, because Zena will automatically change back in a week.”

Kirsty wanted to know if she could ask for something that would only be fun for a day or two.  Donna pointed out that she could bring Zena back here, then started musing about how to schedule changes.  She and Gwen were still discussing it when Jasmine and Sheri returned.

The two dancers had retrieved their tops after their set, and put on a little strip-tease for their friends.  Zena’s eyes were fixated on their sparkly, shimmery, swishy tops.  “Can I turn them into something more like that?” she asked.

Donna nodded.  “Of course.”  

The changes started with Jasmine and Sheri’s arms.  Tiger patterns grew over Jasmine’s body, and mottled red and black scales on Sheri’s.  Both kept dancing as the patterns spread, showing them off.  Even as their arms fluttered into streamers and frills they kept dancing, spinning to make them flare enticingly.

Donna shifted her focus, keeping their legs human as long as possible while their heads and torsos became shimmering fabric.  Finally, the two collapsed in a heap, and their audience applauded wildly.

Zena picked one up, discovering a tiger-patterned halter top covered in sequins and long swishy strands.  Below it was an equally ornate pair of panties.  Sheri was a similar outfit in red and black.  “These won’t fit under normal clothes.”

“But they’d look awesome in the bedroom,” chimed in Kirsty with a lascivious grin.

“I made them stretchy enough to fit either of you,” said Donna.  “So you can show off for each other.”

“Though Kirsty won’t quite fill out the tops the same.  Oh!  Can I give her bigger breasts?”

Kirsty laughed.  “Is that all you’re going to do to me?  After getting Jasmine and Sheri stuck like this?”

Zena grinned wickedly.  “I’m just getting started.”

The two of them bantered and bickered back and forth, coming up with increasingly fanciful changes for each other.  Donna watched with a growing grin, filing away each change.  Gwen leaned in to whisper a suggestion, and Donna’s eyes went bright with mischief.

Once the banter reached a crescendo, Donna clapped her hands.  “Time’s up.”

“But...” protested Zena.

“Your first changes will start in an hour.  You might want to be home by then.  Off you go!”

Gwen scooped up the remaining parts of the Jasmine and Sheri outfits, thrusting them into Zena’s hands. “Don’t forget your new outfits!”

After the two had left, Donna and Gwen burst out into giggles.  “The looks on their faces!” crowed Gwen.  “Are you really going to change them into all of that?”

“All the changes are queued up and ready to go.  I won’t have to do anything,” said Donna proudly.  “Even managed to lock down Kirsty’s permanent body before she changed into it.  Handy, huh?”

Gwen snickered.  “Not scary?  That you can ‘curse’ someone to turn when the Moon fades?”

Donna licked her crystal lips with a suddenly very human tongue.  “I...  Huh.  It should be.  Can you think of anyone who deserves such treatment?”

“Hey!  What did you do to me?” said Gwen, looking down at herself suddenly.

Donna giggled.  “I saw you looking at Sheri’s skin.  Someone’s going to be moulting in a couple weeks.”

“Donna...” said Gwen.  Then she started to giggle.  “Maybe I can turn Ettie into a nice scale brush.  Speaking of which, shouldn’t we go fix her?  Being a pile of fluff can’t be fun for too long.”

Donna shrugged.  “She’s a quick learner.  She’s busy changing her body on stage as we speak.”

Gwen wasted no time heading to the door up to the stage so she could see Ettie’s handiwork first hand, and Donna wasn’t far behind.  “She’s good.”

Donna laughed.  “I think those might just be the biggest breasts we’ve ever seen on stage.  If they weren’t full of fluff, she’d never be able to move them.”

“Yeah, but how’s she going to get off stage?  She’s nearly filling it!”

“Beats me, but her song’s ending.  Let’s see how she manages without access to magic.”

“Donna!” gasped Gwen.  “That’s mean.”

Ettie’s look of alarm as she headed offstage made Gwen start to giggle.  “Problem, sweetie?  If you squish yourself, you might fit.”

“What did you do?” squeaked the giant marshmallow-coloured woman.  She stood eight feet tall, but her breasts still nearly brushed the floor.  They were the size of weather balloons, and nearly as buoyant.

“Just waiting for you to ask nicely,” said Donna.

“Pretty please can you make me smaller?” asked Ettie.

Donna and Gwen shared a look.  Donna gestured to Gwen, channeling energy her way.  “All yours.”

Gwen giggled, and pushed her excess of power at the expansive dancer.  Ettie shrunk rapidly.  By the time she was four feet tall, she was just able to squeeze her breasts through the doorway.  But she didn’t stop there.  Two feet.  One.  She looked up at Gwen with sparkling eyes.  “How small?”

“All the way, sweetie.”

“Cool.”  Ettie flashed her a grin as she dwindled to a speck and vanished.

Donna watched as Ettie adapted to life as a point presence in space.  Soon that presence was zipping about the room, then it settled in front of Gwen.  Gwen closed her hand about it, then opened her hand to show a deck of cards.  Fanning it, the back of each one had Ettie’s face.

“Nice.  Crazy Eights time?” asked Donna.

“Indeed.”