After finishing her chores, Heather returned to her room.  She tucked her new shoes into an old shoebox, and set them in the closet without comment.  Then she returned to her computer, and found that her polls for the live video had huge numbers of votes.  The two most popular times bracketed her usual dinnertime, which suited her fine.  She put up a post with the schedule, calling them the East Coast and West Coast live shows.  Next up was a huge pile of questions and suggestions.  They ranged from the innocent to the impossible to the downright lewd.  She noted a few of the cuter ones, starting with whistling pop songs while in robin form.  After adding a few more to the list she returned to the top, and activated a few of her augments.

Heather fluttered to the back of her chair, perched there, and whistled.  She found it just as fun as she’d figured, and kept at it for the better part of an hour.  When she returned to human, she patted her dress.  “Hey Flint, I’ve got a question for you.”

“Shoot.”

“Where were you when I was a bird?”

“Beats me.  I could hear you, and see just like normal.  Your feathers, maybe?”

“Does it bother you?”

Flint laughed.  “Being part of you?  No, it’s amazing.  If you could figure out a way for me to be part of you while you’re human, that’d be even better.”

Heather smirked.  “Deal.”  She shucked out of Flint to his protests but no effective resistance, then stuffed him down her bra until the dress could no longer be seen.  Then she unhooked her bra, marvelling at how its cups went from C to A as she took it off.  She put it back on then removed it a couple of times, giggling at the way it’d effortlessly change to fit.  Then she went to stand in front of her mirror.  “What do you think now, Flint?  You’re my boobs.”

No reply, not even a muffled one.  Heather reached between her breasts, and got only skin.  “Um...”  She quickly put the bra back on, then pulled Flint out.  “Are you okay?”

Flint giggled loopily.  “That was amazing.  Do it again.”

“You vanished!  When I’m not wearing a bra, there’s no pocket.”

The dress’ left shoulder drooped while its right one lifted, suggesting a head tilt.  “I didn’t feel any different.  The pocket must still be there, just not accessible without an entry.”

“You didn’t answer when I talked, though.”

The dress shrugged its sleeves.  “I did try to answer.  I guess sound can’t get out either.”

Heather gave the dress a little shake.  “How can you be so calm about this?  I erased you.  And for that matter, you’re still a dress.”

“You remember being my familiar, right?” asked Flint.

Heather’s eyes went distant.  “Yeah.  Being yours felt so right.  Is it like that for you now?”

“Being worn feels right.  Being held by you, too.  Hanging up in the closet... well, it’s your closet, so there’s a rightness to it, but it’s not the same.”

Heather glanced over at her closet, and her eyes fell to the shoebox peeking out of it.  “So I should wear my new shoes some more?  They’ve got a couple hours left.”

“Meh.  They asked to be treated like objects, and who wears shoes indoors?  Wear me instead.”

Heather gave her dress a hug.  “Sure thing.”  She slithered into it, biting her lip as Flint settled into place around her.  “Why does that feel so good?”

“The better to get worn by you, my dear,” said Flint, in a creaky old voice.  “I’m biding my time until I can gobble you all up like the Big Bad Wolf.”

“If anyone’s doing any gobbling it’ll be the giant killer whale mermaid.”   Heather moved to her bed and sat down, then lifted up a foot.  She wiggled her toes in the pretty green sock she was still wearing.  “Do you think there’d be people into that?”

“Rule 34,” cited Flint.  “If it exists, there is porn of it.”

“I shouldn’t google that, should I?”

“Probably not,” agreed her dress.  “It doesn’t sound like you’d be into it.”

“I didn’t think I’d like wearing people as clothes, either, but here we are.  I wonder what other offers there are in my messages...”

Heather spent the next few hours reading messages and poll suggestions, with running commentary by Flint as to what she could make look sexy.  She poked him the first time he suggested seeing how big she could grow her breasts using the robin augment, but after rejecting a lot of far more sexualized acts, she circled back to it.  “You really think my viewers would like to see my boobs grow?”

“Do you actually need to ask me that?” replied Flint.  “The guys and half the girls will love it.  The others will be jealous and want to learn how.”

“Half the girls?” asked Heather.

“You’re hot, and powerful.  I’m sure there are bunches of gay and bi girls who would throw themselvse at you given the chance.  You could fill your closet with them.”

“Flint!”

“If I’m going to be stuck in there, I’d like company,” said Flint, sincerely.  “I honestly think you could.  Especially if your current visitors leave good reviews.”

Heather glanced down, and belatedly realized her feet were bare.  “Oops.  Must be after midnight.  I hope they got home okay.”

She dashed off a quick message to both of them, and had replies a few minutes later.  Both had reappeared where they’d been before the duel, and her socks gushed with praise, saying they’d give her 11 stars out of 10 if she had a review site.

Flint egged her into creating one, and Heather told her recent visitors about it once it was up.  She’d taken a few pictures while posing in the mirror shortly after the duel, so she posted those as well, and got the promised glowing review from her socks.  The shoes were a little more reticent.  They gave her a good rating, but said little about the experience.

Heather messaged “Jimmy the shoes” to ask if there was something she could have done differently.  His reply said she’d done everything he’d expected, he just felt that the fantasy worked better as a fantasy.

“So what would you like your reality to be?” asked Heather in reply.

“Ideally,” he replied, “someone who I feel a connection with.  Who’ll tease me, but not too much, and pretend she’ll keep me, but eventually let me out.”

“You know her name, don’t you?” replied Heather.  “Want me to ask her for you?”

There was no reply for a long time, so Heather shrugged it off and got ready for bed.  She hung Flint up on a padded hanger, and asked him if he wanted to be blinded, or in the closet.

“Closet please,” said Flint softly.  “Being in among your other dresses is nicer than hanging out loose.”

Heather gave him one last hug before tucking him into the closet.  She made sure to pick out a spot between some of her favourite dresses, and slid the hangers closer together so Flint would be snug between them.  “Cozy?”

“Mmm.  Thanks.  G’night.”  The last was said so sleepily it made Heather yawn and stretch.  She turned to bed, slipped off her underthings, and only once she was under the covers did she realize she’d left the closet door open.  She blew Flint a kiss, then turned out the light.

*** *** ***

Heather had even more messages to deal with in the morning.  She skimmed through as many as she could, and posted a general “thanks for all your comments, I wish I had time to reply to them all”.  A few she dealt with specifically.  The shoes said they’d showed their friend the review, and told them the story.  Said friend was cautiously interested, and did she know if there was a trial program for the RealityPlus devices?

One of her oldest friends, Moira, also contacted her, joking that she was too popular to have time for her old friends.  Heather immediately called her up to talk.  “Sorry, sorry!  There’s just sooo many messages coming in.  It’s crazy, but fun.”

“Sounds like it,” agreed Moira.  “You’ve got some pull with Technicon now, promoting them like that.  Think you could get me a sample?”

Heather giggled, and promised she’d ask.  “I’d so add you to my collection if you had one.  I’ve got enough stuff to make crow and robin augments for you.  And if you’re nice to Flint and I ever figure out how to free him, I’m sure we could get you a shrinky augment to let you fly.”

“That would be so cool!” gushed Moira.  “Please please please?”

“Wouldn’t you be worried I’d turn you into another dress?”

There was a funny gulping noise from the other end of the line.  “No,” whispered Moira.  “I’d...  Look, I should get going, okay.  Promise we’ll talk soon?”

“Promise.  I’ll even call you during tonight’s show so you can be a special guest if you like.”

“Yay!”

As promised, Heather messaged Technicon regarding getting a few RealityPlus units sent out to special subscribers and friends.  They replied quickly, offering to ship out a half dozen to whoever she liked, at cost, as an advance against the evening’s videos.  Heather gave them Moira’s address, and then pinged her ex-shoes for the address to send another to.  She also asked if there would be any way to have non-players participate in duels, as Jimmy’s sweetie hadn’t started playing WitchyWays.  Yet.

“Okay,” groaned Heather as she rose from her chair.  “Enough time sitting down.  I need some outdoors time.  Want to come with me, Flint?”

“Yes please!” chirped her dress.  “Walking or flying?”

Heather giggled.  “Probably both.  Might go find that beach where I became a whale mermaid, and get a better look at myself.”

To Flint’s disappointment, Heather added a sport top over her bra before donning her dress.  She blew a kiss at his reflection in the mirror.  “You’ll see why soon enough.”

Heather headed out for her usual walk, harvesting more blackberries from her usual patch, then jogging to the golf course to find more.  She fed the ducks, then when nobody was watching she turned into a duck and joined them to paddle about the pond for a pleasant while.  After a loud dog scattered the ducks, she flew off with them, then spent a while touring the golf course by air and finding new things to harvest.

Satisfied with the day’s haul, Heather then headed north, in the general direction of the secluded beach she’d used after the whale hunt.  She wasn’t sure she’d found quite the right beach, there were a few similar looking coves along the coast, all overlooked by more houses than she’d realized...

Heather sighed, found one that was somewhat sheltered by overgrowth below the houses, and settled there.  She glanced around for passing boats, or potential watchers on the nearby islands, and then tugged Flint off.  He protested, but didn’t struggle against her.  And when she hung him up on a branch he got the hint.  “I get to see?”

“Exactly.  One fantasy mermaid, just for you.”  Heather lay down on the rocky beach, then enabled the gift of the orca.  A moment later, she was twenty feet long, and flexing her flukes and flippers.  “So many new limbs.  And yet they feel pretty natural.  Now the question is...”

“How big can you get?” asked Flint.

Heather grinned at her dress, showing off sharp, triangular teeth.  And she grew.  And grew.  And grew...  She covered the beach from end to end.  “Big enough?”

“Is that your limit?” was the awed reply.

“No.  Getting close, though.  Not quite ferry sized.”

“You’re bigger than the little island-hopper ferries, I bet.”

Heather dwindled swiftly, a sigh of air rushing inward as she went back to normal orca size, then shrank even smaller until she was roughly human-sized once more.  “Hard to stay private at that size.”

“Can you get small enough to swim in a fish-tank?” asked Flint, with a hint of a chuckle in his voice.

“Easily.  Let me try a couple things, first.”  Heather was suddenly human once more, and about sixteen inches tall.  She shrunk even smaller, then turned into a foot-long orca mermaid. A moment later, it grew wings and fluttered up in front of Flint.  “What do you think?”

Flint cooed at her happily.  “You look like a fantasy come to life.  I love you.”

Heather thumped to the ground, suddenly fully human, no magic about her.  She scooped the dress to her chest.  “I wish I could know if you really meant that, or if it was just the ownership talking.”

The dress wriggled in her arms.  “All me.”

Heather sighed, and wriggled her way back into the dress.  “Can’t really buy that, I remember what being your familiar felt like.”

“Except I’m not your familiar.  You didn’t capture me.  I’m just a thing, bound to you only by the contract.”

“But you said it felt right to be worn.”

Flint wiggled around her comfortingly.  “It feels awesome.  Like being a dress is exactly what I should be.  The curse seems to adapt your mind to what you’ve become, you should talk to the socks guy about it some more.  Your shoes definitely didn’t fall for you.”

Heather sighed softly, and hugged her dress close.  “Yeah, you’re right.  I still need to hear it from human, uncursed Flint before I’ll really believe it’s real.  This is all moving so fast...”

Flint chuckled warmly.  “Faster if you spend time as a muted, mindless object.  You’re amazing, I’m so lucky to have you as an owner.”

“Ha!  You do think of me as your owner.  We have to get you out of there before...”

“Before?” asked Flint, curiously.

Heather licked her lips.  “Before I start to think of you as my possession.  Before you decide you’d rather be a dress than a person.  Once you stop wanting to change back, and I stop trying to change you back... then you really are doomed to be a dress.”

Flint snuggled around her gently.  “I can think of no better fate.”

“And if uncursed Flint tells me that, I’ll gladly change him back into a dress... with a more reasonable contract.”

Flint chuckled softly.  “It’s a deal.  We could make a contract that lets you change me back by saying some sort of release phrase.”

Heather started pacing on the beach, feet crunching in the rocks.  “I could do that.  You’d still be stuck, though.  If I decided I liked you better as a dress...”

Flint snuggled around her.  “You wouldn’t be so worked up about it if that was even remotely a possibility.  And I find it hard to be concerned about it right now, in any case.  Being worn by you is lovely.  Can we go flying again?”

Heather laughed merrily, her laugh turning into trilled chirps as her robin’s beak grew in.  She darted into the sky, and flew for the joy of flying.  Later, she turned into a crow and went hunting for shinies to add to her collection.  The eagle that patrolled the highway got a little too close while she was doing so, and she harassed it until it flew away... and then noticed the capture glyph light up.

Heather wondered if Moira would like the gift of the eagle, and that thought turned her back toward home.  She had a show to do soon, and needed to prepare...

*** *** ***

“Hey everybody!  Welcome to the West Coast shift of Heather’s video diary and live WitchyWays demonstration.  Unfortunately, I have to take the ‘sing as a robin’ idea off the list, I just found out that the East Coast video got demonetized because I chirped out popular songs.  Seriously, guys?  Ugh.  That still leaves us all kinds of fun ideas.  Chatbot is up, and whenever it asks for suggestions, you’ve got a minute to come up with something.  It’ll pick one at random, and I’ll do my best.  Anything lewd or rude gets you punted.”

Heather glanced down at her notes.  “Right.  Before we get into that, I’ve gotten the same question from a lot of you.  Some scared, some curious, some downright lewd... but all basically the same.  ‘What does it feel like to be captured?’”  She smiled and hugged her pretty dress to her chest.  “The worst part is right when you lose, you’re frozen in place while the winner decides what to do with you.  It doesn’t hurt, but it does leave you time to reconsider the wisdom of duelling.

“However,” continued Heather.  “Once it starts, it’s quick.  It tingles a bit like a hand or foot that’s gone to sleep, except not painful, just... bubbly.  Like you’re fizzing away.  It feels really nice.  Then darkness, until your captor opens the ally list.  Then you can see them through a sort of window.  You can’t really feel yourself, so when the window closes it’s peaceful and quiet, and easy to just zone out until you’re summoned next.  Summoning is the best part, because you’re really eager to be helpful to your owner.  Becoming a familiar is like that, only way stronger.  So be careful who you make that sort of contract with, you will do anything they ask.  With capture you can say no, but only if you’re really opposed to it.”

Heather glanced down at her dress.  “Anything to add, Flint?”

“Being a dress is actually pretty nice,” said Flint.  “You don’t get the same ownership aspect as being captured, but there’s definitely a ‘being used as intended is right and proper and good’ factor.  It’s soft, and warm, and I’m glad I’m Heather’s dress.”

“Yeah,” agreed Heather.  “This has been... surprisingly nice, considering.”

Heather poked the chatbot, and did her best to skim the suggestions that came in.  “Oooh, some of you want to get cursed?  That sounds like fun.  Set your schedules for the end of the show, okay?  No getting people stuck.  And... hah, yeah, that’s not surprising.  First up is ‘make your boobs huge’.”

Heather rolled her chair back from the camera and stood up.  “Hey Flint, if you start to feel strained, speak up.”

“I handled everything you threw at me earlier just fine.  Go big or go home!”

“I am home, you goof.”  Heather concentrated on the robin augment, and carefully increased the boost she was getting from it.  “Should I grab a tape measure to figure out my cup size, or go bigger?”

“Pah, you’re barely getting started.  Bigger!” cheered Flint, and the comments were in strong agreement.

Heather grew again.  And at more cheering from her audience, once more.  She settled heavily into the chair.  Each breast was substantially bigger than her head.  “God.  I do not know how porn stars manage this.  I feel like I’m going to fall on my face whenever I move.  Do you guys really like this look?”

Heather laughed as she read the responses.  “No, I’m not going any bigger than this without some kind of scaffolding.”   She pondered some of the following questions.  “Can I go bigger than this?  Yes. How much bigger?  Uh...  Flint, just how much power did you put in this thing?  I’m only a third of the way up the dial.”

Flint managed an evil laugh.  “All the power I could scrape up.”

“I thought you said you didn’t like ridiculously oversized breasts.”

“And then you showed off magic boobs.  Sorry, magic boobs win.”

Heather rolled her eyes and poked the chatbot again.  “Not boobs this time, okay?”  She waited, then laughed.  “Show off something cool...  Okay.  Who wants to see a mermaid?”

Heather laughed at all the cheering, then levered herself back out of the chair and pushed it out of the way.  She laid down on the floor at the far side of the room, facing away from the camera.  Her body shrank until it could barely be seen, then suddenly grew as she invoked the orca.  She carefully grew larger, until her head was brushing one wall, and her flukes the other.  “There!” she called out over her shoulder.  “How’d you like to find that in your swimming pool?”

She gave her fins and flukes a good waving about, then changed back to normal again, appearing about three feet tall.  There was a chorus of complaints about her breasts being back to normal sized, and she stuck her tongue out at the camera.  “You try carrying those boulders around.”

That got a chorus of volunteers to be her bra.  Heather giggled at them all.  “No bras.  C’mon, guys.  Flint gets first shot at that, if I ever figure out how to break his curse, and mine.”

Heather went tightlipped at all the questions about the curse.  “Nope.  Not telling.  Waaay too embarrassing.”

She narrowed her eyes as the offers continued, and batted away a few duel requests.  “Seriously, guys?  If you keep offering, I’m going to accept and turn one of you into a frog instead.”

Heather dropped her face into her hands. “You’re all mad.  Quite mad.  Fine.  Set your schedules, those of you with a RealityPlus.  Next one is only for you guys who can actually be cursed, name your favourite small animal...”

The screen didn’t scroll as quickly this time, but it still filled.  “Okay, Luka99, you’re up.  Let’s see if I can make this work...  Inviting to chat...”  A small sub-window popped up with a gothy-looking girl grinning into the screen.

“Woohoo!” cheered the girl.  “Black cat, please?”

Heather glanced at the duel prompt, and nodded.  “Okay...”  A moment after she’d accepted the prompt, Luka was cocooned in light.  “Wait, how’d she lose like that?  Nevermind... black cat, filed under polymorph, cat... ah, hope this will do.”

Luka’s cocoon sparkled away and vanished.  A moment later, a smaller glow of sparkles was visible from just below the view of her camera, then a black cat with a moon-shaped white blaze on its chest jumped into view.

“Luka, is that you?”

The cat nodded its head, meowing cheerfully.

“Cool.  I hope you’re happy, you’ve got a few hours like this.  Midnight again.  You guys seem to like that one... but I can see why.  Enjoy prowling!”

The cat chirruped, then pawed at the mouse.  A moment later, the sub-window went dark.

“Well.  That was interesting.  Cursed clothes appear near you, but polymorphs don’t.  At least she’ll be home safe and sound.  Anyone else?”

Heather peered at all the duel prompts that popped up.  “Wait... what are these?  They look a little different.  What is MagiGift?”

Plenty of people in the chat volunteered explanations, which led Heather to the patch notes for the latest WitchyWays release.  She read through them out loud.  MagiGift was a kind of duel available to low-level players, released early apparently in response to her request.  It used the duel mechanics, except the person initiating it automatically lost.  There was a note about future plans to limit the type of duel result when the offer was made, but for now everything was open.

There was also a new bit about ‘forever’ effects.  “Oh, hey Flint.  They figured out how to... uh...  Wow, that’s not helpful.  But hey, you guys get a bit of relief.  They can’t modify existing contracts for reasons they’re being worrisomely cagy about.  But at least forever contracts are now flagged and require triple confirmation.  So... rule three still applies.  Be careful what you offer.  Magical deals are very binding.”

Heather picked a few MagiGift offers at random.  Each had a little text with it describing the person’s request, and two new cats and a cute little poodle got added to the world for the balance of the day.

Several other offers got summarily rejected.  “Looks like they’re also adding durations to the offers.  Nice touch, but I’m not changing any of you for more than a few hours.  Or into intimate clothing of any sort.  Unless you want to be shipped out to a friend, anyway.”

Heather rolled her eyes as even more offers popped up, and she figured out how to block incoming duel requests.  “Okay, okay.  You’re all nuts.  We’ll do more of that next time, I’ll set up some kind of deal for shipping a few of you crazies out to your crushes via FedEx overnight.”

“I think it’s time to bring in my oldest and bestest friend, Moira.  I promised her a spot on my show, so...”

A video chat window popped up, and a round-faced girl with curly red hair waved cheerfully at Heather.  “Hey, girl.  Guess what arrived today?”  Moira held up a little silver rectangle.

“Eee, you got it already!  Yes...  Let me capture you, and I can bring you here live.”

“I could walk, we only live like four blocks away.”

“This’ll be more fun, I promise.  I’ve got an eagle augment with your name on it.”

Moira’s eyes lit up.  “Oh!  Okay, capture me.  Hey, you bounced my duel request.”

“Sorry, it was getting crazy, let me see, friends list... Aha!  That should work.”

After a very one-sided duel Moira was wrapped in sparkles and vanished from her camera view.  Moments later, she appeared by Heather’s side, and hugged her friend.  “That was so cool!  I’m yours.  This feels...”  She stepped back from the hug, cheeks flushed.  “Woah.  I feel...”

“Yeah, that’s the ownership thing.  Let me charge up some augments for you, and then... there you go.  You’re free...  Oh, and still here.  Huh.  Thought you’d go home.”

“Maybe if I was still in your game, that would have worked,” shrugged Moira, fanning herself.  “Wooh.  That ‘belong to you’ thing really does a number on a girl.”

Heather giggled.  “I know!  Being Flint’s was...”  She blushed, and looked down at her dress.

“What is this curse that’s trapped him so badly?”

Heather leaned in and whispered something to Moira.  Her friend’s eyes went very wide.  “And you agreed to that?”

“I didn’t mean to!” protested Heather, looking so distraught Moira hugged her again.  The blush returned, and she scooted back.

“So how do I use these augment thingies?” asked Moira.

“You can see them, right?  There should be a glyph next to each one to suppress or enable it.  Kind of round.”

Moira suddenly sprouted a broad pair of eagle’s wings.  “Oh yeah!”  She blinked newly-golden eyes, peering around the room.  “Holy crap, the things this does to my vision.  I can see everything!  You really need to dust better.”

“With a little practice, and the fact I’ve empowered all your augments, you should be able to pick and choose parts of the augments, and strengthen or weaken them.  If you enable all three birds, you’ll turn into whichever bird you activate first.”

A moment later, there was a full sized bald eagle flapping in the air and trying to hover.  It hung there for two beats before crashing to the ground.  Moira turned back to human and struggled to her feet.  “Okay.  Going to need some flying lessons.  Later.”

Heather nodded sagely.  “It’s not as easy as it looks.  I’ll help you practice.  Getting lobbed into the air makes takeoff easier.”

“Cool.  Now how do I use the robin to... woohoo!”  Moira cheered as her chest doubled in size.  “Look at me now!”

Heather giggled. “Thought you’d like that.”  She turned to her bed and grabbed her biggest pillow.  “Here.  Try out the other feature.”

Heather was still holding one end when Moira shoved the pillow down her top.  The pillow vanished so rapidly that Heather’s hands ended up inside Moria’s cleavage.  “Hey!”

“This feels gooood,” moaned Moira, and before she knew it all that was left of Heather was a pair of feet wiggling in front of her face.  She gave them a quick tickle, then shoved them down.

Moira patted her chest in confusion.  It hadn’t changed size at all.  “Woah.  That was...  Mmmm.”  She staggered to Heather’s chair, and slumped down into it.  Then she noticed that the livestream was still running.  She winked at the camera.  “Don’t worry, I’ll let her out in a bit.  But for now... show’s over, folks.”

She clicked the button to end the live streaming, then watched to make sure that it had in fact stopped.  Comments kept streaming in, some of which made her blush even harder.  One made her bite her lip and close her eyes, wondering if she could...

Moira shucked off her top as she felt Heather start wriggling out of her prison.  She gave Heather a push and something inside her slurped the other woman back down despite her giggling protests.  Once Heather was gone again, she unhooked her bra and let her breasts hang free.  “No escape for you just yet.  I wonder if I can shove you into them...”

Moria twiddled a bit here, poked at that glyph there, and suddenly her breasts became enormous, filling her lap then sending her tumbling out of the chair.  They squirmed and wriggled, and she could feel Heather’s hands pressing against the insides.

Moira tried very hard to stay quiet, and mostly succeeded.  Once she’d regained a bit of composure, she reduced her breasts back to normal.  She shoved them together and after a peculiar sort of wriggle-push, Heather slid out and tumbled onto the floor.

Heather lay there panting for a long time until she slowly pushed herself to sit upright.  “What the hell, Moira?  What was that?”

“Turned you into my boobs.  All that squirming set me off.  Never had one like that before...”

“Wait wait wait.  You... orgasmed, just from your boobs?”

“Yeah!  I’ve never had one before, it was...  Oh!  You think it’d fix your little...”

“Please please please?” begged Heather.  “It’d let Flint out.”

Moira grinned deliriously.  “You want to slurp me into your boobs and basically masturbate you from the inside, while you’re wearing your boyfriend as a dress?  That is kinky as hell.”

Heather ducked her head, sniffing softly.  “Sorry.  I just hoped...”

Moira put one hand under Heather’s chin to lift it, and another on her chest.  “I would be honored.  But I need something from you first.”

“Anything.”

“Kiss me like you mean it.”

Heather rose up onto her knees, and pulled Moira in closer.  She kissed the girl with as much ferocity as she could muster, trying to put everything she felt into that kiss.  It was reciprocated, and only ended when Moira’s hands found their way between Heather’s breasts.  A little shove and wiggle, and soon the other woman was slipping inside, pulling her lips away from the kiss.  Heather cheekily pressed a kiss into Moira’s ample rump before giving her another push to send her sliding the rest of the way in.

“Now... how did she push me into her boobs?” mused Heather, once she’d regained her breath.  She wriggled and squirmed and suddenly her chest burst out of the dress, ripping the top open.  Before she could worry about what the damage would do to Flint, she collapsed from the weight and the squirming.  She pawed at her breasts, moaning with pleasure.

Heather lay on the floor panting.  There had been some squeaking noises earlier, that she was pretty sure had to have been her.  She patted her breasts softly.  “That felt... very nice.  But...”

Moira slithered out of Heather’s chest as it shrunk.  “That didn’t do it?  Flint’s still stuck?  Or is it because he’s all torn, and can’t change back because of that?”

Heather squeaked with alarm at the wreckage of her dress.  “Flint!  Oh my goodness, are you okay?”

“It doesn’t hurt, exactly,” her dress reported in a strained voice.  “But it feels ... disturbing.  Can you please mend me?”

Heather nodded emphatically, and a moment later the torn shreds of her top rewove themselves into a snug fit against her chest once more.  She hugged the dress tight.  “I am so sorry.  I thought it would work.”

“He’s still stuck?” marvelled Moira.  “I was sure you’d...  No?”

Heather was shaking her head.  “It felt like making them so big made them less sensitive, rather than more?”

“Can’t you fix that?” asked Moira.  “Make them more sensitive?  Surely you can control that...”

Heather pondered the robin augment, then shook her head.  “Nothing obvious.  I’ve sometimes had luck with willing certain effects that aren’t on the list.”

“And?” asked Moira after a pause.

Heather shook her head.  “I don’t know.  Maybe if I only pulled you part-way in, they wouldn’t grow so much.  Bonus, I wouldn’t wreck Flint again.”

“I approve of this plan,” said Flint.  The dress wriggled against Heather’s chest, making her moan happily.

Heather’s eyes opened wide.  “Oh wow.  That feels... wait, where’s my bra?  Flint!”

“Don’t blame me, you probably broke it earlier.  This is nice...”  Little ripples of fabric rolled across her chest.

Moira grinned.  “Let’s do it all.  Try only putting a little bit of me in those fine breasts of yours, let Flint play with them because he has a better idea what to do with them than you do...  What else?”

“Blinding,” suggested Flint.  “She coloured her eyes before, and if she can’t see...”

“Do I get a choice in this?” asked Heather weakly.  “Blinding was scary.”

“You know how to use the revert glyph now.  You won’t get stuck.”

Heather took a deep breath, then she nodded.  “Okay.  Once Moira’s settled.  Uh... if this works, I might not bring you back right away.  I’m a little worried about you suffocating.”

“What a way to go,” said Flint and Moira in sync, then they both chuckled.

“Jinx,” added Moira.  “I was fine.  You didn’t seem distressed after I’d played with you, either.  Did you feel out of breath?”

Heather blushed.  “Not because of lack of air...  Okay.  Right.”  She wriggled out of Flint over his protest.  “Nope, not going to tear you.  We’ll get Moira settled right, then get you on, then the blinding.”

Heather pressed her breasts together with her hands to create the cleavage needed.  Moira kicked off her shoes, and wiggled her toes into the gap.  A little tug pulled her in to the waist, and another put them face to face.  Moira leaned in for a kiss, leaving them both a little breathless.  “We’ve got to keep meeting like this,” she purred... then with another slurp she was gone.

Heather let her breathing still for a minute, then slowly tugged at her perception of Moira.  Her breasts swelled and started to squirm.  Her breathing got ragged again, and her fingers found her nipples easily this time.

“Oy!” called Flint.  “My turn.  If you’re not wearing me...”

“Oh, right!  Sorry.”  Heather looked over at her dress, down at the wreckage of her bra – all that was left was the band.  She stripped it off, then with a blush and a bite of her lip, shimmied out of her panties as well.

“I’m honored,” murmured Flint.  “Going to blind yourself now, or later?”

Heather considered that for a moment, and put her hands on the dress.  “Now.”  She blinked pure white eyes at him.  “This better be worth it,” she muttered.

Heather scooped Flint up, bunching up his skirts before slowly lowering him over her head.  The feel of the fabric over her breasts drove her to her knees as Moira started up again, and she completely failed to get her arms in the right spots.  Flint wriggled down her body, trapping her arms.  The sinful feeling of his fabric rubbing directly over her sensitized breasts stole the rest of her control, and she tumbled to the floor, twitching and moaning.

Heather’s moaning grew louder and louder, crescendoing in a wordless paean to pleasure.  Then suddenly her arms were free, and a heavy weight was lying atop her.

Flint scrambled to his feet and backed away.  “You did it!”

Heather looked up at him with pure white eyes that swiftly returned to normal.  “Aww, why’d you go away?”

“Because I didn’t want to assume... and you were just very, very loud.  Your parents...”

There was a tapping on the door then.  “Honey?” came Mrs. Marten’s voice.  “Are you okay?”

Heather’s eyes went wide with horror.  “She heard?”

Flint nodded, and handed her a sleep-shirt from the rumpled pile at the foot of the bed.  “Want me to disappear?” he whispered.

Heather tossed the shirt on as she stood up.  “No.”  She marched to her bedroom door, and opened it.  “I’m fine, Mom.”

Both her parents peered into her room worriedly.

Flint waved to them.  “Good evening Mr. and Mrs. Marten.”

“Why is there a boy in your room?” asked Heather’s father.

“This is my boyfriend, Flint,” said Heather, with only the slightest squeak to her voice.  “You met him earlier, as my dress.  We... figured out the curse.”

“And is that why it sounded like you were...”  Heather’s mother let the question hang.

“Related, yes.”  Heather took a deep breath, then let it out again.  “Flint jokingly offered to be my dress forever, until I... did that.  Wearing him.  And I accidentally accepted, locking him into the curse.  But I’ve never been able to... erm.  Masturbate.  Properly.  Until now.”

“I see,” said her mother.  “You should have said something.”

Heather glanced down, noticed that her oversize chest was still wriggling slightly, then quickly dragged her gaze back up to meet her mother’s.  “Uh...  I had help.  Moira.”

“I thought I heard her earlier.  Were you talking on your computer?”

Heather turned to look at the computer, sighed with relief to see that the stream was off... then noticed the red light on her camera.  “Sorta?” she squeaked.

“I see.  Or not.  It sounds like you have some things to figure out.”

Heather nodded her agreement to that statement quite vigorously.

“Then we’ll leave you to it,” said her father matter-of-factly.  “It’s a nice night for a walk, don’t you think, dear?”

“Ah?  Yes, I suppose it is at that.  We’ll be back in...”  Heather’s mother hesitated.

“An hour,” said Mr. Martin firmly.  “Goodnight, Flint.”

He closed Heather’s door, and she just stood there, blinking at it.  A little later, the house door slammed.  “What just happened?” asked Heather plaintively.

“Your parents just gave you some alone time with... did you call me your boyfriend, earlier?”

Heather nodded.

“What was your last boyfriend like?”

Heather shrugged helplessly.  “Nonexistent?”

Flint snickered.  “Kind of like I was for the past few days?”

“Oh no, much worse than that.  He was entirely the product of my imagination.  Moira helped pretend he existed.  Oh no, Moira!”

Heather stripped her shirt off and shoved her breasts together.  Moira came slithering out, then grinned at Heather’s naked body.  “Woo, looking good.”

Heather sputtered and blushed.  She looked over at Flint.  “I’m already missing my best dress.”

Flint glanced between her and Moira.  “Are you two...”

“I don’t know!”

“Have you kissed him yet?”

Heather shook her head.

“Well, then, what are you waiting for, girl?  You can’t possibly decide until you see if he’s a good kisser.”

“Way to put me on the spot,” muttered Flint.

Heather giggled at his reaction, and stepped up close to him, her bare breasts brushing against his shirt.  “Do you want to kiss me?”

“Yes!”

“Show me.”

Two nosebumps and a forehead bruise later, Flint managed a somewhat credible kiss.  He apologized as Heather pulled away from it.  Heather shook her head.  “I’m so confused.”

“I’m not,” said Moira.  “That looked pretty hot.”

Heather licked her lips.  “It was.  You’ve had more practice.  Both of you make my heart flutter.”  She looked from Flint’s hopeful face to Moria’s sultry, grinning one.  “What?”

“You don’t have to choose one or the other.  Both is okay,” purred Moira.

“It is?” asked Heather, a look of wonder dawning on her face. “Flint?”

Flint looked over to Moira.  “I don’t really know you yet.  But you seem nice.  What do you want?”

Moira pointed at Heather.  “Her.  But I’ll share.”  Her look grew speculative and wicked.  “She might need somebody inside her boobs whenever she makes out.  We could trade off...”

Flint nodded.  “Seems fair.  That’d make it my turn?”

“Yep!”

Heather looked down at Flint’s hands sliding between her breasts.  Moira was snuggled up behind her, pushing them together to create space.  “You know you want this,” Moira breathed in her ear.  “Slurp him in and let me show you what those babies of yours can really do.”

Heather looked into Flint’s eyes.  “Love you so much.”

Flint smiled broadly.  “Love you too.”  He vanished into her cleavage like a diver making a perfect entry.  Not a ripple or a splash, just gone.

Moira trailed her hands around Heather’s body as she moved in front of her friend.  Heather shuddered and moaned softly at the delicate touches.  “What are you doing?”

“Bring him up, just a little.  Like you did with me.”  Moira pulled her hands away from Heather’s chest, cupping them in front a few inches away.  “Big, wriggly, and sensitive.”

Heather moaned as she did so, then gasped as her breasts surged forward into Moira’s hands.  She lost track of most everything at that point.

Some time later, Heather’s eyelids fluttered open.  Her ears were ringing.  She slowly sat up, to find Moira’s grinning face meeting hers.  She lunged into a ferocious kiss, pulling the other woman tight against her still-squirming breasts.

“So,” panted Moira once they finally broke for air.  “Now what do we do?”

“Shove me in your boobs and let Flint... no?”

Moira shook her head.  “No.  You and me, you and him... but not me and him.”

“Shove Flint in your boobs, then?”

Moira considered that for longer.  “Still no.”  She pushed Heather’s breasts together, and called down in between them.  “Sorry Flint.  You’re stuck with Heather’s boobs, not mine.”

“Works for me,” came the muffled answer.

Moira let Heather’s enlarged breasts swing freely once more, and patted them softly.  “This is good.  I don’t need a boost to get off.”  She hefted her own, nearly as big as Heather’s magically enlarged ones.  “Kiss them.”

Heather leaned in and did so, slowly at first, unsure until Moira’s gentle voice guided her.  It took time and practice, but eventually the curvier woman was shuddering and quaking on Heather’s bed, teeth clenched around an orgasmic yell that never quite emerged.

Heather watched as Moira cooled down.  “Was that... good?”

Moira nodded limply.  “You’re a quick... study,” she panted.

“You were so quiet, I wasn’t sure.”

Moira chuckled.  “Been diddling myself a long time, and without much privacy.  Don’t feel guilty, you sound good.”

Heather blushed.  “Thanks?”

The front door slammed, and Heather squeaked in alarm.  “What do I do now?”

Moira grinned.  A duel glyph appeared between them, and a moment later Moira was cocooned in light.  A capture later, and there was only one occupant in Heather’s room.  She put her sleep shirt back on, and went to meet her parents.

“Thank you guys.”

Heather’s mother looked abashed.  “Did you have fun?”

“Yes.  We didn’t, um... do anything that needed a condom.  Yet.”

“You still have some?” her father asked, gruffly.

“Yes, daddy.”

“Where is Flint now?”

“There is no boy in my room.”

Her father’s eyes narrowed.  “Are you going to keep it that way?”

“Oh hell no.”

Mr. Martin laughed uproariously.  “Good!  Bring him to dinner soon.  I’d like to meet my future son in law properly.”

Heather smiled back at him sweetly.  “Of course, father dear.  Goodnight.”