The cab ride home from the Blue Vixen was quiet, tension drawn thin between Zena and Kirsty.  At the second stop light, they both started talking at the same time.  “Do you think she was serious?”

“Jinx,” giggled Kirsty.  “I... she seemed serious.  Serious enough to give us Jasmine and Sheri as sexy outfits.  I feel... I feel like this body isn’t really mine any more, if that makes sense?”

Zena frowned, then started the car as the light changed.  “I don’t feel that.  But I guess I wouldn’t?  You’re... I mean, you’re going to be...”

Kirsty giggled.  “Your combination maidbot and washing machine?  I can’t believe that’s where she stopped us.  But...  It’s weird, part of me feels like it’s perfect for me.  I quit my job to do more around the house, so I’ll... be your robot maid.  This could work.”

“Yeah, but what about all that other stuff before then?”

Kirsty shrugged.  “I don’t even remember half of what I said.  Big boobs, and... was there something about a rabbit?”

Zena’s gaze got distant.  “I think so.  I wonder what it’ll be like to have fur.”

They parked under their apartment, and darted into the elevator carrying their precious prizes with them.  Once the apartment door was safely closed and locked behind them, Zena checked the time.  “Our first change is in twenty minutes.”

Kirsty glanced down at the package in her hands.  “Time to play dressup first?”

“As long as you take them off before you start growing.”

Kirsty already had the tiger-striped outfit in her hands.  She gave it a little tug.  “Wow.  This is really, really stretchy.  I bet it’d grow with me.”

Zena licked her lips.  “Okay, that I’d like to see.”

Before long, Kirsty was wearing nothing but Jasmine’s stripy fabric, and shimmying to get all the tasseled fringes swaying.  Zena slithered into the scaly outfit Sheri had become.  “Snake wasn’t on the list, was it?  Because I’m feeling awfully predatory about now...”

Zena pounced Kirsty into the bed, and in the middle of their usual teasing foreplay, Kirsty’s breasts started to swell.  “Oooooh, it’s happening!” exclaimed Kirsty with a big grin.

Zena sat up to watch her fiancée change, then covered her mouth with one hand while pointing to Kirsty’s belly with the other.  “Looks like my idea is part of this change, too.”  She patted Kirsty’s belly as it swelled, both of them giggling at how soft and squishy it was getting without seeming flabby.  Zena declared it the sexiest big belly she’d ever seen.  

Kirsty pulled her in for another kiss, and they got very distracted once more.  Until Zena started to shrink.  Kirsty watched with glittering eyes as Zena dwindled away, to perhaps two feet tall.  “What on earth...  Oh, right.”  She scooped Zena up and deposited her on the belly.  “So you can bounce around on me.”

Zena laughed merrily and proceeded to do just that, sinking in with every step.  Frequently she’d get a leg trapped in Kirsty’s belly button, and stumble to her knees.  After one such incident, Kirsty grabbed her by the waist and stuffed her waist-deep into her belly button.

Kirsty gasped as her belly started to hiss and grow even larger.  It swelled up around Zena until she was entirely eclipsed, lost in Kirsty’s belly button.  Kirsty’s limbs were swelling and twisting as well, until with a loud *pop* her body took on the shape of a bouncy castle, revealing Zena within.

Zena giggled as she bounced up and down.  “I was right!  A bouncy castle is better than bouncing on your belly.”  

It took some time for her to tire, but when she did she curled up right in the middle of the bouncy castle.  She yawned and stretched, then her arms and legs un-stretched, pulling softly into her body.  After a few moments, all that was left of her was a round pink orb, with a nipple one one side.

A little rocking back and forth soon turned into active rolling about the bouncy castle, and nearly as much bouncing as before.  Then Kirsty started shrinking...  Zena fretted about that, worried at first that she might get crushed.  Kirsty flowered open just before that would be a problem, and Zena eventually realized that she’d become a basket.  A round, open-topped laundry basket, to be precise.  Zena recalled what she’d said after Kirsty suggested she should become a ball, but she’d imagined Kirsty as a basketball basket, not a laundry basket.  

Zena tried to roll out of Kirsty, but the basket held her snugly.  Zena shrugged (mentally, anyway) and snuggled in to see what would happen next.

Before long, Zena started to dwindle again, but she also started to acquire limbs.  And fur.  A black-furred rabbit nosed around inside the basket for a time, making it squirm ticklishly before she hopped outside.

Zena explored the bedroom, hopping here and there, finding the dimness under the bed to be especially comforting.  And from there she saw Kirsty change once more, the basket drooping and flattening.  She hopped over to what was left of Kirsty, and snuggled up into the big fuzzy blanket she found there.

Some time later the rabbit woke to an odd prodding feeling from inside her belly.  Something was growing there!  Something metallic and hard.  Gears and wheels started turning, trundling her forward, then turning randomly this way or that as she bumped into things.  She ran over a particularly dirty patch of carpet, and another thing inside her started to whirr.  Its rapid spinning sucked the dirt away in moments, leaving sparkling clean carpet behind.

She remembered, then, the argument about cleaning up after rabbits and how it had spiralled into one about cleaning in general.  Kirsty had snapped that she should be a vacuum cleaner if she wanted the place to be clean, and now...  Well, here she was.  

Zena sighed about the argument and the heated things she’d said there.  She was surprised to find she could indeed sigh.  She turned toward the mirror without realizing she’d meant to do that, and guided herself closer.  Her bottom half was a round, wheeled platform.  Perched atop it was a shiny chrome rabbit, with glittering red eyes staring back at her.  Attempts to wiggle the ears were successful, but the rest of the rabbit was sculpted metal.  All she could do was control where she drove, so she scooted this way and that about the room, cleaning up the dirt.

The little vacuum cleaner eyed the pile of clothing that Kirsty had dumped on the floor shortly after arriving.  She approached it, and instead of the internal whirring, something else inside her sprang to life, and carefully tucked the clothing away inside of her.

An angry chime behind her made Zena spin about.  Where the blanket had been stood a tall silver rectangle.  Mostly rectangle.  There were hints of curves to its sides that made it look enough like Kirsty to be clear what had happened, as if a washing machine appearing in the bedroom wasn’t obvious enough.

Zena approached Kirsty, and the door of the washing machine popped open.  To Zena’s alarm, her bunny body did as well.  With a soft “foomp”, Kirsty’s dress was launched into the open maw of the washer, followed by her panties and bra.  

Zena giggled with glee once she realized what had happened.  “Open wide, Kirsty!  I’m going to scoop up every last scrap of clothing you’ve left lying on this floor.”

As Zena approached with the last load, she felt a great sense of satisfaction overcome her.  Job well done.  As the last item launched into Kirsty and the washer’s door closed, Zena felt herself begin to dwindle once more.  As Kirsty hummed into action, so did Zena.

Zena could not see.  She felt small, and rubbery.  Most of all, she could feel herself vibrating softly, bumping up against Kirsty’s foot.  It felt oddly pleasant to do so.

After some unknowable time, Zena felt a hand close about her.  “Oooh,” echoed Kirsty’s voice.  “Asking for a Zena vibrator worked out well, you came out cute as a button.  I’m going to take advantage of this while I can...”

A thumb prodded Zena’s side and her gentle vibrations became a roar.  She felt herself pressed against Kirsty, and bliss swept both of them away.

Kirsty sighed softly as she woke, and lifted herself up to look for Zena, who was no longer buzzing between her legs.  Instead, a pool of black fabric was lying there.  Kirsty giggled.  “Oh right.  I wanted to wash and wear you.”

Kirsty stood up, shaking out the black nightie that her sweetie had become.  She slipped into it, and it fit her chromed curves perfectly.  She posed in front of the mirror to study the effect.  Her face looked entirely normal, save for chrome accents on her eyelids.  Below her shoulders, her breasts swelled out much larger than before, and she could feel water sloshing back and forth inside them, continuing to wash the load of laundry Zena had deposited inside her.  Every slosh made them sway, even when she was standing still.

The inky fabric of Zena’s new form cupped those breasts revealingly, then split wide around her rotund belly.  Nothing was there right now, but Kirsty could see the transparent door, and the insides of her belly looked a lot like a drier.

“A robot maid and her sexy nightie.  This is going to be fun.  I wonder how long I have you for?”

Kirsty remembered seeing a tag on the lingerie, and slithered back out of it once more.  Below the same “Designs by Donna” logo that Sheri and Jasmine sported was Zena’s name, followed by care instructions.  The last line said: “Duration: one day.  Unless you use silver, you minx.”

Kirsty grinned as she stroked a hand over her lovely new nightie.  “Mmm.  I think you’d like being just a nightie for a few days.  Now where is that silver?”

Zena trembled softly at the sound of that, and Kirsty petted her calm once more.  Then the touch of silver took Zena away, and there was only Nightie.