“What the heck is she doing here?” exclaimed Bernice, pointing at a pale-skinned woman with dark lips and glossy raven-dark hair.  Her hair framed her face perfectly, not a single hair out of place.

“You remember Lynne from high school, right?” said Tanya with an artificial grin.

“Who could forget?” groused Bernice.

“C’mon, don’t be like that, she’s mellowed a lot now that she’s a little fish in a big pond once more.  Not a lot of people must have thought drinking and magic was a good combination, so be nice to the guests we have.”

“Huh.  I would have figured that Connie would rope in lots of people.  I think we had a bigger party at the end of the term.”

“Now go tell them what we’ve got to play with,” urged Tanya.  “It’s your trunk, after all.”

Bernice tried to get the attention of the people chattering around the drinks table, but it took Connie’s “Everybody listen up!” to get heads turning.

“Thank you, Connie,” said Bernice.  “Look, I don’t know what she told you all, but...”

She was surprised by just how raucous the small crowd could be.  The clearest words were “magic” and “boobs”.  Bernice smirked, and picked up a bra from the table next to her chest.  “Here we go.  One one-shot magic bra, courtesy of Bernice’s Magic Trunk.  Who wants a go?”

The bra in question had four cups.  The upper two were large enough that one would have difficulty finding them in a department store.  They dwarfed the C-cups underneath.

“Why does it have four cups?” asked Connie, stepping closer to examine the bra.

“The trunk likes to play games.  It enchants clothing so that the wearer is changed to fit... but it also makes sure that you’re never normal.  This used to be a simple C-cup bra, but if you put it on...”  Bernice grinned.  “C’mon, give everyone a show.”

Connie laughed.  “Okay.”  Before Bernice’s wondering eyes (and blushing cheeks), she stripped off her shirt, and then wriggled out of her bra.  “Gimme!”

“Put it on the right way ‘round,” cautioned Bernice.  

Connie clutched the four-cupped bra to her chest, and stared in wonder as breasts grew in to fill it completely.  “Oh.  My.  God.  It worked!  How long does this last?”

“It’s not going to go away on its own.  The trunk’s changes have proven quite permanent.”

Connie squeaked at that.  “P..permanent?  But you look normal...”

Bernice grinned, and held up a blue string.  “Trunk-empowered string.  Tug it around a part you don’t want, and poof.  Gone.  Care to be a guinea pig once more?”

Connie nodded eagerly.  “Sure.”  She offered up her left hand, then stared in surprise as a turn of string just above her elbow made her entire lower arm wither away and vanish.  “Oh!  Wow.  How far can you reduce someone?”

Tanya laughed, and pointed at their roommate, Kim. “She spends most of her time without any arms or legs.”

“Try putting a bra over your arms,” said Kim, grinning.  “Way more fun than just getting rid of them.”

“So you can only reduce someone to a torso?  Not smaller?” asked Connie.  “What about with a doll-sized dress?”

Bernice tilted her head as she considered that.  “I suppose it could work.  But we don’t have any dresses that small.  And you only have a few seconds to put it on.  You might end up with a doll-sized head on a normal body.”

“We tried that, once,” said Kim.  “It’s annoying to have a teeny head.  Everything is out of proportion.”

Her sweetie spoke up.  “I’ve been thinking about other ways to do that.  I tried using a belt with lots of extra holes to shrink, but it just gave me a crazy-thin waist.”

“Sounds promising to me,” offered Lynne.  “Do you have a magic corset I can try?”

Bernice and Tanya exchanged grins.  “I don’t know if she’s ready for the good one,” said Tanya.  “Got any trainer corsets?”

“There were a couple others.  The purple one would be a good starter.”

“Hey!  I can handle anything you throw at me,” fumed Lynne.  “Hit me with the good stuff.”

Bernice grinned.  “You’re sure you can take it?  Okay…”  She pulled out a box from under the table and sorted through it.  The corset that emerged was shiny and black, and had the narrowest waist anyone there had ever seen.  It flared out impressively at the hips, almost bulbously.

“I don’t remember that corset,” whispered Tanya.  “What does it do?”

Bernice just grinned and held it up for Lynne.  Doing so showed off a red hourglass-shaped patch.  “Are you ready for the Widowmaker?”

Lynne was practically drooling at the sight of the corset’s tiny waist.  “Gimme!”  She snatched it from Bernice’s hands.  Instead of stripping like Connie had, she disappeared into the powder room to change.  Everyone gathered around to see the results.

Lynne quickly stripped out of her dress and underthings once she had some privacy.  Bernice called out a warning to pull it up as quickly as she could, but Lynne was too distracted by her slimming waist, and didn’t get it over her breasts.  Once she was done admiring her tiny waist and marvelling at how comfortable she was in the grips of the enchanted corset, she looked higher.  Four breasts?  She could work with that.

It was when she turned to look at her profile that she screamed.  “What did you do to my butt!  It’s immense!”

Bernice had already popped the powder room’s lock with a toothpick, so she pushed the door open.  Everyone could see Lynne’s enormous ass, jutting out behind her like a shelf.  It was round and bulbous, and supported by three pairs of legs one right in front of the other.

“Hey!” shrieked Lynne.  “I...”

“Was going to have to come out to get changed back anyway,” said Bernice with a smirk, backing away and giving Lynne space to emerge.  “It’s a good look on you, I don’t see why you’re fussing.”

“My buttocks are enormous!” fussed Lynne as she advanced on her six legs.  She turned sideways to show off the table-flat top of her buttocks.  “I look like a blimp is trying to sodomize me.”

Tanya sniggered at that.  “Maybe.  But all the guys here have their eyes glued to them.”

Lynne shot a poisonous gaze at her lover, “Is this true, Marco?  You like my butt this big?”

Marco met her gaze with his usual roguish grin, dark eyes flashing from under his artfully tousled black hair.  “It is, indeed, enchanting.”  He brushed his hands over it reverently, making Lynne’s eyes go wide.  That was nothing compared to her reaction when his hands brushed two of her left legs at once.

Lynne squealed, craning her neck to see over her prodigious rump to the legs below.  “AAA!  Where’d those come from?  How many legs do I have?”  In trying to move them to see, she lost all control and toppled into Marco’s strong arms.

Marco took the enhanced weight of his sweetie without complaint, though he did have to take a half-step back to brace himself.  “Shh, shh.  It’s alright.  We can change you back with the string easily enough.  You are still lovely as always, do not fear.”

Lynne sighed and snuggled against him, eyes closing as she purred, “You always know the right thing to say.”

“And the fact that you’re competing with me in breast count helps,” giggled Connie.  She pulled her bra off to flash all four of her breasts at Marco, cupping her large upper breasts with her hands.  Well, hand, her left hand was still missing.  “So, lover... are four boobs better than two?”

Marco laughed at Connie’s display.  “You cannot steal me away from her, mi amore.  There is room in my heart for both of you.”

Connie mock-pouted.  “But not in your bed.  You need a bigger one.”

Marco looked over at Kim thoughtfully.  “Or smaller lovers.  Just how small have you been?”

“We did charge up some junior petite clothes.  Those got me down to four feet tall before I lost the legs.  Being so tiny that Rob could scoop me up in his arms and carry me around like a child was...”  Kim’s eyes went distant and she smiled.  “Mmm.  I wanted to be smaller.”

Robin giggled.  “I bought some even smaller clothes last week.  If you put on the outfits in turn, I bet we can get you down to doll size.  Small enough to carry around in my purse.”

“Oooh!” exclaimed Kim.  “Can I try now?”

“Maybe we should let other people have a chance?” suggested Tanya.  “We do have guests...  Who’s up for a drinking game using the enchanted clothes?”

There were a number of cheers at that, along with some doubtful looks.  Still, most of them gathered around as Tanya and Bernice moved the table loaded with magic clothes into the middle of the room.  Once they were set up, Tanya explained the rules.  “I want to try a variation on flip, sip or strip...  Instead of taking something off if you don’t drink, you put something on.  Something from the table.  And remember, no more than two sips or strips in a row.”

Bernice opted to play hostess, making sure everyone’s glass was topped up.  When that service wasn’t needed, she sat beside the one woman who’d refused to take part.  At first, everyone except Kim stuck to drinking when they called the coin-flip wrong, and she was just putting on clothes that made her shrink.  By the fourth round she was four feet tall, and was down one arm but up a long swishy tail.

Bernice turned to her companion.  She looked pretty enough in a girl-next door way, a brunette with an engaging smile.  She was wearing a knee-length floral dress that set off her green eyes nicely.  “Looks like it’s just us two.  I don’t think we’ve met before, I’m Bernice.”  Bernice extended her hand.

The other woman shook it.  “Margaret.  Except I hate that, so call me Maggie or Mags.”

“So, Mags.  Why aren’t you playing?”

There was a cheer from the table as one of the guys held up a six-cupped bra.  “Aw man, is all this stuff girly?”

“Put it on!” urged Tanya.  “You touched it, you wear it.”

Bernice and Maggie watched as the guy sprouted six breasts.  The girl sitting next to him fondled them, giggling drunkenly, and his peeved look started changing to a flustered one.

Maggie pointed. “That’s why.  They’re going to end up... what exactly?  And drunk, hung over, and... man, I wish I could see their reactions when they wake up.”

“Hang around, then,” said Bernice.  “We’ve got mattresses set up in the den and store-room, lots of crash space.  You can help me make breakfast.  I got a bunch of bacon just for the purposes of tormenting those with hangovers...”

Maggie giggled.  “Ooh.  I like you already.  I’d be okay sleeping on this couch if need be.  Might not be enough space for Steve, though.”

“Especially if he ends up with six arms or an extra lower body,” said Bernice.

“You can make centaurs?  What about nagas?” asked Maggie eagerly.

“We kept some of our favourites off the table.  Tanya’s favourite corset turns her legs into a snakelike tail, all covered in boobs.  It’s a blast.”

Maggie looked confused.  “Breasts?  Not scales?  That’s not really a naga.”

“The stuff from the trunk doesn’t change your skin tone, just your shape,” said Bernice with a shrug.  “Well, except for the mannequin parts.  Oooh, looks like someone’s picked up a hand.”

The wiry guy who was putting on a stiff, shiny hand yelped when it fell off a moment later.  Bernice giggled, then called out, “If you find the arm, you’ll be able to reattach the hand...”

“Is Steve going to be okay?” asked Maggie worriedly.  “I mean, he’s... not together.”

Bernice nodded, and patted Maggie’s hand reassuringly.  “Don’t worry.  I’ve used the whole mannequin before.  It feels freaky - you can feel every touch, but you can’t move.  I was glad to be let out after half an hour.  Tanya and Kim each spent a week like that.  Earned about $30 for it, you can’t rent out mannequins for much.  The shiny skin it gives you afterward is the best part.  You end up with fake seams, so if you stand really still, people think you’re an actual mannequin.  I spent an afternoon hanging out with Tanya in her display, and only a couple people noticed.”

They watched as Steve’s arm fell off just like his hand had.  He clicked hand and wrist together then turned to look at Bernice and Maggie.  “This isn’t working.”

“Keep going!” urged Bernice.  “You’ll be back in one piece eventually.”

“Bernice!” fussed Maggie.  “I’m trying to keep him out of trouble.”

“How much trouble can he get into as a mannequin?”