“Earth to Heather, are you with me girl?”

Heather gave her head a shake, surprised to find she had one.  She slowly sat up and looked around.  Still in her bedroom.  “Wow.  Where did all that come from?”

Moira grinned at her wickedly.  “I have a very fertile imagination.”

Heather got to her knees in front of Moira.  “Thank you Owner.  That was amazing.  At least a week’s worth of amazing.”

Moira’s grin faltered.  “Uh, sweetie?  The contract just took that literally.  I’m good for a week on my ‘do something amazing’ clause.”

“Oh, cool,” replied Heather happily.  “Top that, and I’ll call it a year’s worth.”

“Heather!  If you do that, you would give me total control over you for a year.  I could do anything at all to you, and... stop grinning.”

Heather schooled her expression.  “Yes, Owner,” she said in a sing-song voice.  “I obey your every will.”

“Ugh, fine.  Behave as you will.”

Heather continued to look up at her devotedly.  “I have complete faith in you.  You’re not in this to abuse me.”

Moira smirked.  “Really?  Because I seem to recall certain stories you shared with me giddily.  Some of that stuff was more than a little degrading.  So... yes.  I will abuse you, you kinky little slut.”

Heather shuddered and bowed her head.  She kissed Moira’s feet.  “I am your kinky little slut to do with as you wish.”

“Ready to say that on camera?”

Heather’s head jerked up and her eyes went wide.  “What?”

“You said you had a video to make.  I’m sure your fans would love to see you tarted up like an airheaded bimbo, with a pink collar that proclaims you’re my kinky little slut.”

Heather licked her lips nervously, then a slow grin bloomed.  “I’d probably double my traffic.”

“At least,” agreed Moira.  “As long as we keep it below X rated so you don’t get kicked off, anyway.”

“Are there places where I wouldn’t get kicked off for that?” asked Heather.  “Because the camera stayed on last night, and it is hot as hell.”

“Ooooh.  But... that’s a super private moment, too.  I mean, your fans would love to see Flint restored, but...”

“I know.  I’d put it up if you told me to, but I think you’re right.  That’s for us.”

“Good girl,” enthused Moira, petting Heather’s head

Heather purred blissfully at the approval.  “Keep that up and you get at least another day.”

“You are a slut for attention, is what this is.  Or is it just for touch?”

Heather snuggled up against Moira.  “Don’t care, feels good.”

Before long, Heather was curled up on Moira’s lap as an overgrown housecat, purring up a storm.  Moira murmured a few words to Heather’s discarded bra, and soon had a Flint-collar to put around Heather’s neck.  “Well, pet?  Happy?”

Heather nodded blissfully.  Then her stomach grumbled hungrily.

Moira sighed, and returned Heather to human shape, but kept the cute pink collar on her.  Heather reluctantly got dressed, then eagerly offered up her wardrobe to Moira.  Moira picked out a random old dress, and a flick of power turned it into a red knee-length dress that fit her like a glove.  “I could get used to this.”

Heather giggled.  “I thought you already had.”

They trooped upstairs for breakfast, and explained Moira’s presence as an impromptu sleepover.  Her father eyed her curiously.  “Did Flint sleep over too?”

“Not... exactly?”

He sighed.

Moira shot a look at Heather, who rolled her eyes.  “What?”

“It’s just... you’ve been acting very differently the past few days,” said Heather’s father.  “I can’t help but worry.”

Heather nodded.  “Yeah.  Everything has gotten really complicated.  Flint, Moira, magic... everything is changing.”

“I can see that.  Are you happy?”

Heather grinned at her father brilliantly.  “So happy.  Even though things are weird... possibly especially because they are.”

“That’s good.  As long as you’re happy, and your friends are happy, you’re probably on the right track.  If at some point you can’t make everyone happy... well, that’s where life gets interesting.  Remember you can talk to us about anything, okay?  We may not understand, but we’ll listen and help where we can.”

He patted Heather on the arm.  “Your mother and I love you dearly... but we also both have work to do.  Will you be okay on your own?”

Heather favoured Moira with a grin, and touched her collar.  “Won’t be on my own.  Maybe not ever again.”

Heather’s father narrowed his eyes at Moira.  “Be good to her.”

“Yessir!”

Once he’d left, Moira let out her breath explosively.  “Damn.  How can he be so intimidating when I have this much power?”

“It’s a Dad thing.  I bet your father’s just as intimidating.”

“You can grow twenty feet tall.  How will you find my Dad intimidating?”

“Bigger than that.  And I can’t right now, remember?  You have all the power.”

Moira crossed her arms grumpily.  “And I can’t do any of that cool stuff.  Just birds.  And boobs.”  Her chest suddenly grew five times as large, large enough that she could only barely wrap her arms around it.  “Okay, that part’s pretty cool.  How big can I get with all this power?”

“Might want a bigger room...” said Heather with a giggle.  “Or the back yard.”

“Seriously?”

Heather nodded.  “Each glyph seems to have different tiers of power.  With the juice you’ve got you can push the Robin glyph to the point you could make your boobs bigger than my bed.”

“I wouldn’t be able to walk!”

“Not a step.  Thing is, you can shrink them back down whenever you want.”

Moira pushed at her breasts, and they dwindled down to her usual size.  Another nudge left her flat.  “Wild.  I kind of want to go jogging like this, just to see what it feels like not to have my boobs trying to assault me.”

“There’s a treadmill in the rec room downstairs.”

Moira bounced her way downstairs, thumping on each step and laughing at how little her chest moved.  After a minute on the treadmill she started playing with her breast size, eventually settling at a pair of tight B-cups that bounced “just the right amount”.

“There’s no way to make this my new default, is there?” asked Moira when she stepped off the treadmill.  “I’d love to have these all the time, and go big only when I want the attention, or to have fun.”

“Whose attention do you want?” asked Heather, waggling her eyebrows.

“Mostly yours, yeah.  So how big would you like ‘em?”

“Big enough to fall in and vanish.”

Moira grew her chest larger, and the neckline of her dress shifted from modest to navel-grazing  with a lick of power.  “Go for it.”

Heather practically dove in, and Moira’s cleavage slurped her up without a trace.

Moira hummed happily to herself as she returned to Heather’s room.  She sat down at Heather’s desk, and summoned her head out to show her how to find last night’s video.  They watched it together, Heather’s head nestled between Moira’s boobs... until the point where the Moira in the video absorbed Heather, anyway.  Moira unthinkingly did in reality what the Moira in the video was doing, turning Heather into a churning, squirming mass in her breasts.

Some time later, a panting Moira let Heather back out.  “Damn, that’s something else.”

Heather grinned.  “You had fun, too?”

“You know it, girl.  So.  I believe we were going to turn you into a shameless slut for your next video?  Ready?”

Heather licked her lips.  “I’ll manage.”

“Oh come on, cheer up, it’ll be fun.”

Heather’s expression immediately changed to a broad grin.  “If you say so.”

“I do!  First things first, give me your clothes.”

Heather started to strip, then Moira shook her head.  “No!  I mean, tell me they’re mine, so I can change them.”

“They’re yours to change, like everything I own.”

Moira grinned.  “Including Flint?”

Heather nodded.  “Even Flint.”

“Ok, Mr. Collar, spell out Kinky in sparkly gems.  Oooh, perfect.  Thanks, sweetie.”

Soon the camera was set up to record, and Moira sat herself just out of its view.  “Start normal, just the collar.  I’ll be nudging things along as you go.”

Heather giggled.  “Oh!  Well, that’ll be fun.”

Heather smiled for the camera and waved.  “Hey everyone.  Heather here with another WitchyWays update and a little show and tell.  Sorry if I worried you all about the thing with Moira.  She’s fine now.  Say hello, Moira.”

Moira leaned into the camera’s view and gave a little wave.  “Hello.”

“So yay, Moira’s safe.  One itsy bitsy side effect, though.  I accidentally gave her all of my power to save her.  So I’m completely tapped out.  Safety tip: do not mess with the rite of transference without a capable spotter.  Flint was there, but since he was my possession, he couldn’t help.”

Heather’s hand snuck to her collar.  “This is Flint.  He decided to become my possession, because you have a lot more leeway changing possessions.  Why ‘Kinky’?  Because I’m currently Moira’s possession, and... oooh.”  Heather’s chest doubled in size.  “And she’s having fun with it.”

Heather glanced down at her blouse, and saw that it had become a soft peach instead of this morning’s simple white, and the neckline was creeping downward.  “So she’s going to turn me into some kind of sex kitten while you watch.  Gotta say, I’m of two minds here.  Totally not the image I want to show you folks, and I’m sure Moira would be only too eager to push this far enough that I’d, like, totally blow my ratings and maybe even get punted from this channel.”

Heather giggled.  “And yet,” she said breathily.  “This feels good.  I’m all tingly and warm and growing and pink and what the hell are you doing to me, Moira?”

“You crow glyph has an intelligence knob.  Goes both ways.”

Heather shook her head dazedly, trying to clear the creeping cobwebs.  Platinum blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her lips grew puffy.  “I...  I feel...  So hot.”  She started tugging at her candy-pink blouse, but a cluck from Moira made her hands move away from her chest.

Heather stared into the camera, trying to speak.  Knowing she should say... words.  She struggled with the concept, blew the camera a kiss, then her eyes glazed over and she started to moan.  As she twitched in the chair, her head lolled to one side and a little bit of drool trickled from the corner of her mouth.

Moira reached over and turned the camera off.  “Okay, maybe that went a little too far.  But it was hot.”  She clicked ‘post’, then turned to her drooling friend.  “Wakey wakey.”

Heather straightened up in the chair, and glowered at her.  “What the hell was that?”

“But...  You said it was fun!  You liked the idea.”

“You turned me into a drooling idiot on camera!”  Heather looked to the screen then screeched.  “And you posted it?  I’ve got to cancel the posting.”

Heather reached for the mouse, but her hand missed it.  She shrunk until she could no longer reach the desk.  “Moira!”

“Look at the hit count.”

Heather gasped, then covered her face with her hands.  “I’m never going to live this down.”

“Oh come on.  Did you enjoy being a sex crazed bimbo?”

Heather blushed and nodded slowly.  “But I didn’t want them to see me like that.  God, the comments must be horrid.”

Moira glanced at them and winced.  “Ugh.  There are bids for buying you as a sex toy.  On the plus side, the bids are heading toward six figures.  Are these people serious?”

Heather shrugged helplessly.  “I don’t want to be sold.”

Moira looked over at her.  “The idea of being someone’s bed slave doesn’t appeal?  Despite basically being mine?”

“You’re different.  I love you, and I know you love me.”  Heather glanced up at the screen again and cringed.  “This sucks.  They’re fighting over me... except it’s not me.  It’s a brainless bimbo that looks like me.”

Moira scrolled through more of the comments.  “There’s also bids for doing that to others.  Exes.  Girlfriends.  One from a woman who wants to be like that for her husband’s birthday.  That’s... twisted, but kind of sweet.  Want to talk to her?”

Heather sniffed, then nodded.  “Okay.”

A minute later, there was a video chat going between a restored, normal Heather, and a woman in her forties.  “Can you really do it?”

Heather glanced to Moira.  “I think we can.  You’d have to become Moira’s possession for a while, and you really should have your husband there when we start.  Imagine if the wrong person found you.”

Jennifer shuddered.  “Ew.  I mean, I’d probably enjoy it, but the aftermath...  He’s at work right now, can I call you tonight?”

Heather nodded.  “Sure.”

After the call was over, Moira tried a smile.  “See?  Something good will come of it.  I wonder if we could talk them into sending us the video.”

“Moira!”

“What now?”

“That would be such a private thing for them, just like the video of you and me and Flint.  I don’t want to see them.”

“But... can we record us again, sometime?  That’s still hot, right?”

“Yeah!” enthused Heather.  “Crazy stuff with you and Flint is the best.”

Moira nodded slowly.  “And... I don’t need to own you for that, do I?”

“Moira?” asked Heather, peering at her friend’s pensive face curiously.  “What do you mean?”

“You’re free,” replied Moira simply.  “I don’t like owning you any more than you like being owned.”

Heather gasped and shuddered as the magic poured from Moira back into her body.  “Ohhh.  Oh thank you, love.  This is so much better.”  She hugged Moira tight.  “But... why?”

“I realized I don’t need to own you to be able to say, ‘turn Flint into a girl, me into your cock, and fuck her with it’.  You’d do it, right?”

Heather nodded eagerly.  “Yeah.  I’d need a glyph of the cock...”  A shining symbol popped up between them, then settled into Heather.  “Um... okay.  That was easier than expected.”

“What did you do?” breathed Moira.  “You have to gather materials, and...”

Heather frowned.  “I didn’t have the materials.  I just...  I need Flint.”

Flint slithered off her neck and reformed into a cute girl.  “Hey.  Liking the sound of this plan so far.  You rang?”

“You understand this stuff better.  Can I really just... pop glyphs into being?”

Flint studied her.  “It sure looks like it.  If I had to guess... the game aspect is just that.  Gating to make it more engaging.  But the glyphs?  Those are real, in some sense the game itself isn’t.  The RealityPlus just lets us access them before we’d have enough power to do so.  At your power level...”

Heather nodded slowly.  “Cool.  Cool cool cool.  So I can...  Oh!”  She got a devilish look, and glanced over at Moira.  “This plan isn’t really what you want, though, is it?  What if I turned you into a slime girl, sucked you into my boobs, transferred you an enormous pair of balls, and spurted you into Flint?  Where you’d fill her like a beachball, then slither back out when we’re done.”

Moira’s eyes went wide.  “And you’d do that?  You can do that?”

Heather nodded.  “Just need a glyph of goo.”  She traced a symbol in the air, where it hung shining for a moment before attaching itself to Moira.

“How?”

“Power enough to design my own glyph, it turns out.”

“May I raise an objection?” asked Flint softly.

Moira narrowed her eyes at Flint.  “What?”

“I’d rather have a giant udder than a beach ball belly.”

“Glyph of the cow, coming right up,” enthused Heather.  “That one’s even in the book.”

A moment later, Flint was mooing and patting her brand new udder happily.

“You’re... actually serious,” said Moira.

“Don’t you want this?  Or was that just a throwaway comment?”

Moira’s body shimmered translucently as it turned into goo.  “This is so much better than my suggestion.  Freeing you was the best idea ever.”