“What the hell did you do that for?” Bernice yelled at Lynne.  “Now she’s stuck in there for hours!”

“Exactly,” hissed Lynne.  “Now Marco can’t go making googly eyes at her when he’s supposed to be looking at me!”

“You trapped her over... stupid jealousy?  She never even looked at him!”

“Yeah,” added Steve.  “She’d never do anything like that.”  He crouched down beside the trunk and tapped on it.  “Are you okay in there, Mags?  Can you breathe?”

Everyone waited with their breath held until a soft voice emerged from the trunk.  “I think so.”  There was a rustling from within, then the lid jiggled and rattled against the latch.  Maggie’s voice was louder with her mouth near the seam.  “It’s not airtight.  I’ll be okay, it’s roomier in here than I thought.  How long am I going to be stuck?”

Bernice crouched beside Steve and patted the trunk.  “If Bob’s nice, maybe four hours?  C’mon Bob.  Go easy on her, okay?  She’s nice, I like her.”

The maze lock flared briefly then dimmed.  Bernice smiled and gave the trunk a quick hug.  “Thanks.  I’ll try to persuade the others to stay changed until she’s out, okay?  I know you like that.”

The lock flickered again.  Bernice smiled, and turned to Marco and Lynne.  “You can stay the day, no need to change back, right?”

“Who were you talking to?” asked Steve worriedly.  “Who is Bob?”

“The trunk,” admitted Bernice, looking down at it fondly.  “It works better when I talk to it, so I tried out a few names and it liked Bob best.”

“What do you mean, works better?” asked Maggie, muffledly.

“Remember the Black Widow?  I found this cool corset, and thought it would look wicked with a spider theme...  I asked Bob nicely for what I wanted when I first put it in the trunk a couple days ago, and you all saw the result.”

Marco whistled with one head while the other said, “Yeah, it made Lynne super sexy.”

Lynne stamped her foot.  It didn’t do much thanks to her spindly legs.  “How was that sexy?”

“I like big bums and I cannot lie,” said Marco, deadpan.

Lynne glared at him until she realized that he was, in fact, serious.  “But...  All the magazines!  All the models!  Being size zero has been my dream forever, I’ve starved myself and slaved and... for nothing?”

Marco shook his heads sadly.  Lynne’s eyes glittered with tears, and he pulled her into a hug.  He held out a hand to Connie as well. “Come, mi carine.”

He led the two of them in front of the standing mirror that had become a fixture of Bernice’s living room, as everyone who used trunked clothing wanted to see their new shape.  With some help from Steve and Robin, he arranged the mirror so that only their bodies were reflected back to them, not their heads.  “Tell me true.  Which one turns you on the most?”

“But she’s all lumpy!” protested Lynne.

Connie giggled.  “You remember why...”  She loosened her robe, exposing a half dozen breasts of differing sizes.  “Marco’s not so much a fan of bums, as he is a believer that there is ‘no such thing as too much’, yes?”

“You know me too well,” Marco laughed.  He pulled both of his sweeties close and kissed them at the same time.

Lynne wriggled free.  “I don’t want no sympathy kiss.”

Marco waggled his eyebrows at her.  “Then find some clothes that will make you sexy.  I’m sure Bernice has a few to suggest.”

Lynne looked down at her body dolefully.  “But I’m thin!”

“Undesirably so, yes.  Go change.”  Marco turned both heads toward Connie.

Lynne continued to whine until Bernice offered her an armload of clothes.  “Don’t let him get to you.  I think your hair is very pretty.”

Lynne sighed.  “Yeah.  But that’s magic too.”

“The hairbrush?” asked Bernice, a touch too eagerly.

Lynne shook her head.  “It was a one of a kind item, crafted by some famous mage in the seventeenth century.  Technically, Dad’s company owned it, it was insanely expensive.  I only found out about that when they took it back after he was forced off the board.”

“Aww.  That’s too bad, it was fun having green hair.”

Lynne chuckled.  “You looked so crazy like that.  You actually liked it?  I mean, I did crazy things with my hair too, but never in public.  I did it up in rainbow stripes once.  My favourite was making it look like tiger fur.  I still have a hairclip of that.”

“A hairclip?” asked Bernice, puzzled.

Lynne put her armload of clothes on top of the trunk, then pulled a shiny black hairclip out of her perfect hair.  It so exactly matched the colour and glossiness of her hair that Bernice hadn’t noticed it before.  “Here,” offered Lynne.  “Put it on.”

Bernice took the clip and examined it curiously.  “Is it permanent?”

Lynne shook her head.  “No, it’s not a cheap knockoff.  It only lasts as long as you wear it, plus an hour.  C’mon, try it.  We’ll look like twins.”

“I doubt that,” said Bernice with a laugh.  She slipped the clip into her hair, and it closed with a snap that made her jump.  In moments, her hair lengthened and styled itself to match Lynnes glossy black hairdo exactly.

“You’re right.  We’d need something to copy our faces too.  Ah well.  It’s a good look on you.”

Bernice removed the clip and handed it back.  “Nice.  Thanks for letting me borrow it.”

“Does that get me out of having to try some of these on?” asked Lynne, indicating the pile of clothes on top of the trunk.

“No,” came a muffled voice from underneath the pile.  “It doesn’t.”

“Aww, not you too,” moaned Lynne.  “Why does everyone want me to change?”

“In my case,” said Maggie, “It’s because you trapped me in a magic trunk that’s slowly transforming me into I have no idea what.  I don’t suppose the lock will open yet?”

Bernice tested it.  “Nope.  Sorry.  C’mon, Bob, be nice to her.  Please?”

“It’s okay,” said Maggie softly.  “I feel a little weird, but it’s not unpleasant.”

“I’ll stay nearby, and keep checking.  It’s going to be a few more hours.”

“So amuse me by telling me how Lynne looks with her new outfits,” said Maggie.

Lynne whined and stamped her spindly feet, but in the end she bowed to the moral pressure from the girl she’d trapped in the trunk.  She grabbed a dress from the pile and dropped it over her head without even looking at it.

Bernice couldn’t suppress her giggles as she saw Lynne’s bulbous new head emerge from the broad neckline of the dress.  “She wore the octopus dress.  Oh, I bet you haven’t seen it before.  Her head’s huge and round, and her voice...”

Lynne stared at Bernice.  “What about my voice?” she asked in a deep baritone.  “Oh.  My.  God.  Am I a guy?  But I put a dress on!”  She stared down at her body, which was an even larger sphere.  “I look faaaat!  Nooooo!”

“Take it off!” called Bernice, drawing cheers from Marco and Connie.

Lynne tried to do so, and quickly discovered her lack of arms, drawing fresh tears.  “What have you done to me, get it off me!”

Bernice lifted the dress off the despondent “woman”, revealing that her torso had become spherical.  Proud in the middle of it was an enormous nipple.

“Oh my!” gasped Connie.  “She’s giant boob!”  She started to giggle.  “It’s so you!”

Lynne tried to stamp a foot.  Instead of a solid thump, it made a splodging sort of sound.  The look on her face was a priceless mix of disgust and dismay.  Then she lifted the leg up, and screamed as a giant tentacle rose in front of her.  Trying to run away from it only made matters worse, as she was writhing along the floor on a mass of tentacles.  Seeing them made her scream even louder.

Marco grabbed her, getting swarmed with tentacles for his troubles.  “Enough!”

Lynne collapsed in his arms, sobbing.  Marco petted her gently, cooing reassurances.  Connie soon joined them.  “Come on, girl.  You’re not stuck like this, there are other clothes to wear.  Even some that’ll put you back to normal.”

“No being normal until Maggie is out!” called Bernice from across the room.  Lynne glared daggers at her, but it was an improvement over the sobbing.

Lynne straightened up.  “Fine.  I’m a monster.  But only for today.”

“And who knows.  Maybe you’ll like having this.”  Marco grinned as he stroked a hand over her nipple.

Lynne groaned resonantly, and her nipple spurted something slick and black over Marco’s hand.  “Ohhh...  Do that again.”

Marco chuckled, and did so.  More of the oily substance ended up in his hands.  He rubbed it between his fingers.  “Mm.  This could be even more fun than I thought.  Your breast is leaking lube.”

“It’s what?” yelled Lynne.  Marco drizzled some of the liquid onto the top of her breast-body, and smoothed it around with his fingers.  “Ohhh, that feels...  Wow.  That’s twisted.  But... kind of handy.”

“Seeing the upside to this yet?”

Lynne looked down at her bulbous body, tentacles writhing involuntarily as Marco continued to stroke lube-slicked hands over her enormous breast.  “I...  Are you getting off on this?”

“More is better.  And this is a lot more boob than I’d ever imagined getting to play with.”

Connie harrumphed playfully from behind Marco.  “And what am I over here?”

Marco turned one head to grin at her playfully.  “A different kind of abundance.  One that requires more hands and heads than I have, sadly.  Oh, I know!  Lynne has many tentacles.”

Connie crossed her arms over her chest with some difficulty.  It didn’t hide much.  “You know I don’t swing that way.”

“Have you heard Lynne’s voice since putting on that dress?”

“Marco!”

“See?  And among all those tentacles, I’m sure there’s something fun...”

Lynne wriggled her tentacles and then her eyes went wide.  “Uh...  Marco?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“I... think you might be right.”

Connie licked her lips and a grin started to spread across her face.  She dashed off to the guest bedroom they’d been using, Marco in pursuit and Lynne wriggling frantically along behind them.

“Well,” sighed Maggie from inside the trunk.  “Not quite what I planned.  Was she actually happy?”

Bernice patted the trunk fondly.  “Halfway, yeah.  If you’ve broken her self-absorbed shell, maybe that’s enough of a win?”

“It’ll do.  Is anyone else out there?”

“I’m still here.  And normal-shaped.  Though if you want me to wear something else, I’m game,” Steve offered.

“Yeah, you should be something different,” said Bernice.  “Bob likes it when people are weird.”

“But all the stuff here is female clothes,” protested Steve.

“Aw c’mon Steve.  Do it for me?” pleaded Maggie from inside the trunk.

“You want me to be female?” asked Steve.

“Maybe Maggie would like a chance to play on the other team,” giggled Bernice.

“Maggie?” asked Steve.

“Thinking about it.  First, I want to get out of this damn chest and give you a proper hug.”

The lock clicked.  Bernice stared at it in confusion as the lid of the trunk opened.  “What?  It’s never done that before.”

Maggie pushed the lid of the trunk open.  “Maybe Bob decided he likes me.  Thanks, Bob.”  She stood and stretched, looking none the worse for wear.

“How do you feel?” asked Steve worriedly.

Maggie pulled him into a tight hug.  “I feel... squishy.  Soft.”

Steve squeezed her tight, squishing her torso flat.  “Uh...  Bernice?”  He let go of Maggie, and she sprung back into shape.  “What just happened?”

Bernice put a hand to the back of Maggie’s neck.  “She has a zipper.”

“A zipper?” asked Steve.

“Pull it,” said Maggie softly.  “I have to know.”

Bernice tugged the zipper down to Maggie’s shoulder blades.  With a sigh of outrushing air, Maggie collapsed into a puddle of pink skin.