Tara woke to the smell of coffee wafting through her open bedroom door.  She stretched, then froze as her hand brushed against a firm breast.  Rachel’s breast.  Tara looked up from the contact and saw Rachel grinning back at her.  “Hey sexy.”

Tara shuddered as the memories of sexy panties washed through her.  “You two really went to town.”

Rachel nodded cautiously.  “You okay?  You kind of ended up in the deep end.”

“No kidding!  You two were...”  Tara frowned.  “Panties loved every moment of it.”

“And not-panties-any-more Tara?  What does she think?”

Tara pulled Rachel in for a kiss, parting her lips to let her tongue tangle with Rachel’s.  When she broke from it, both were panting and flushed.  “I think... sexy panties might need another go or two before I’m ready.”

Sasha peeked her head around the door.  “Did I hear someone say sexy panties?”

Tara smirked at her.  “Where the hell did you learn to do that thing with your voice?”

Sasha husked, “Sexy little panties, made to be loved.”  She giggled at the transfixed look on Tara’s face.  “Snap out of it, love.  Time for breakfast.”

Tara blinked at Sasha.  “What was that?”

Sasha giggled.  “Dabbled in hypnosis a while back.  You were practically begging to be induced, and the ball just makes it so much more intense.  Want to be a chicken?”

Tara turned the idea over in her head, then shook it.  “Sounds messy.  And eggs aren’t that expensive.”

“Yeah, never really did it for me either.  C’mon, the pancakes will get cold.”

After Sasha’s delicious breakfast had been thoroughly enjoyed, Rachel insisted on helping with the cleanup.  That left Sasha at loose ends to snuggle up against Tara, who didn’t squirm away from the contact for once.

“Are my sexy little panties feeling better about being touched?” asked Sasha sweetly.

Tara rolled her eyes.  “Do you need to keep calling me that?”

“If it keeps you feeling snuggly, yeah.  Is it working, my sexy little panties?”

Tara growled, but didn’t pull away.  “Stop that.”

“Or what?” giggled Sasha, eyes alight with mischief.  “I’ll get to wear my sexy little panties again?”

Tara shoved herself off the couch and stomped toward her room.  Rachel sighed.  “Now you’ve done it.”

Sasha stood in the middle of the common area, and started to dance and sing “sexy little panties” over and over, until a glowing ball smacked her right in the chest.  A moment later, a pair of sexy little panties fluttered to the floor where she had been.

Rachel laughed.  “Couldn’t visualize anything else?”

“Not a hope of it.”  Tara scooped up the ball and the panties.  “Hmf.  She’s probably loving this.  Sexy little panties indeed.”

Rachel smirked.  “Sexy little panties.”

“Don’t you start, or I’ll turn you into leggings and wear you over her.”

“I’ve got a class this afternoon.  If you’re willing to take the class...”  Rachel waggled her eyebrows at Tara.

“You’d enjoy that?”

Rachel’s leer was positively lascivious.  “Snuggled up against your legs and pussy with Sasha smooshed in between us?  Hell yes.”

Tara glowered down at the ball.  “Maybe I should have taken Candy up on the permanent change offer.  I could wear you both, then...”

“Or wear her as panties while you turn me into a toy.”

Tara slipped into the new panties, then headed to her room. “How long before your class?”

“It’s at four.  How long do you need?”

“About an hour and a half by bus,” called Tara as she was picking out clothes to wear for the day.  “Each way.  There’s time, and with luck I’ll only need one fare on the way home...”

Rachel called back, “Maybe I’ll be the one paying the fare home.  You’ve got the day off.”

Tara bit her lip to try to suppress the shiver that gave her.  “Damn it.  Stop that.”

“Never!”

By the time they made it to Candy and Curly’s Catgirl Emporium, Rachel’s high spirits were slightly wilted by the long walk from the bus stop.  The sight of catgirls in the garden perked her up again.  “You didn’t tell me there were real catgirls here!”

Tara chuckled.  “See something you like?”

“Wait, do catgirls count against the no pets rule?  Because I’d totally turn you into one if they don’t.”

Tara shrugged, and walked up to the garage.  “Anyone home?”

Candy met them in an even taller tigress form than last time Tara had seen her, and gathered them both into a big hug.  “Good to see you again, Tara.  Here for some fun?”

Tara handed over some cash.  “Here to cover the last time, and ask about that permanent change option.”

“We have a couple of options,” said Curly, popping up from behind Candy’s imposing form.  “You could permanently change your sweetie, and depend on your imagination to make her human again each time.  We can do that here and now, for a quite reasonable fee.  Or, if you have the wherewithal, we have something else.”

Tara glanced down at her purse.  “I’m... not all that well off.  But I’m curious.”

Curly waved them into the garage laboratory.  Sitting on a bench was a flat black rectangle, with a toaster plugged into it. A thick power cord led from the box to a wall outlet.  “It’s not pretty, but it does the job.  And it can make toast, too.”

“Really?”

Curly laughed.  “In discharge mode it sheds a lot of power, so it’s pretty much that or a space heater, and this way you can leave it in your kitchen even when you don’t need a charger.”

Tara sighed.  “OK, I’m lost.  Charger?”

“That’s the best part!  The Mark IV spell charger adds twelve hours of duration per hour of exposure.”

“Duration?”

“To spells.  Like your leggings, how long will they stay that way?”

“These are normal leggings.  The panties I’m wearing, now...”

Curly grinned broadly.  “Ooh.  How long are they going to stay?”

“I was a little annoyed with her teasing, might have gone overboard.  Five days, give or take?”

“Hah, nice.  Well, two hours in the same room as this baby and that’ll add another day.”

“So if I run it for two hours every day...” mused Tara, eyes widening.  “She’d be stuck?”

Curly patted the machine fondly.  “Exactly.  You mentioned shorter duration changes last time.  I haven’t done a lot of testing with short changes, and they all react a little differently.  Most enchantments cap out at their original duration, some... rather higher.  We should do some testing so you know what to expect.”

Tara stripped down to free her panties, drawing cheers Curly and Rachel, and a grin from Candy.  “Nothing to be ashamed of here.”

Tara laughed, and after a few measurements, her panties were Sasha-shaped once more.  Before she could get her bearings, Sasha was turned into a small block of wood for more measurements.  After that, she became a cat figurine, then a ball that looked just like the stress ball.

“Hm, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” mused Curly.  “Were you trying to turn her into a magic item?”

“Um... not specifically, but I was trying to make her the same as the ball.  Did I mess something up?”

Curly studied each ball in turn, then shook her head.  “It’s pretty rare that you can use one magic item to make another.  The charger changes that, it could provide the power for an item that otherwise wouldn’t have any.  In this case it doesn’t seem to have done so.  She’s safe.”

When Tara tried to change Sasha back, they discovered that safe was a relative term.  The magic ball stayed staunchly inert, and Sasha was still a sphere.  Tara tried a few more times, then frowned.  “It’s not working.”

“Hm.  Oh!  The ball’s effect chains out to things touching the target, right?” asked Curly.

Tara nodded.  “So?”

“It has to keep from changing itself.  So it must have an exclusion for its own pattern.  No worries, we can fire the charger up in discharge mode, and she’ll be back to normal in... how long did you change her for?”

“You wanted to test longer changes.  Two days.”

“Oops.  It’ll take four hours to change her back with the discharger.  However... there is another way.”

Tara raised an eyebrow.  “Do tell.”

“Candy can change things.  All she needs to do is change Sasha into a different-enough form to not register, and the ball should change her back.”

“Should?”

“Well... there’s a risk that Candy’s change would carry over, and she’d be stuck in a weird shape for six days.  Overlapping magic is unpredictable.  We’re well equipped to fix things, but...”

Tara nodded.  “I’ll wait.  I could help out in the garden for a bit.”

“I should probably get going,” said Rachel.  “Class to teach, and all that.  Think you’ll go for the charger?  You could ‘permanently’ change Sasha over and over.”

Tara squirmed at the thought.  “Damn it.  How much for the charger?”

Curly named a price that made Tara wince.  “Steep.”

“They’re hand-built, and some of the parts are pricy.”

“Maybe Sasha can help out with the cost?” offered Rachel.  “You know she likes the idea.”

Tara nodded thoughtfully.  “I’ll ask.  See you back home.”

Rachel gave Tara a quick hug, and headed off.

Once the discharger was going, Tara headed out to help with the yard work for a while.  One of the catgirls working in the yard introduced herself as Mio, and welcomed Tara’s help.  She directed the efforts of Tara and the other catgirl with an easy professionalism.

Tara chatted with her while they worked, and was surprised to find that Mio had years of experience at landscaping.  Mio giggled at Tara’s reaction, and admitted she hadn’t always been a catgirl.  Or even a girl, for that matter.  “I was big dumb lug of a guy, and now... I love being Mio so much more than that old life.”

“Cool.  I have a friend who seems keen on being my clothing.  She likes that she gets to snuggle against me all day.”

“I can completely understand wanting that,” purred Mio.  “I get lots of cuddles here, we sleep in a cuddlepile most nights.  It’s the best.”

Tara smirked.  “Hm.  Rachel would probably be happy spending nights as pajamas...”

“But then who would you snuggle?”

Tara eyed the lithe little catgirl.  “Who says I need someone to snuggle?”

“Everyone needs cuddles,” said Mio firmly.  “Especially the ones that claim they don’t.”

Tara didn’t have an answer for that.  She turned the idea over in her mind as she weeded.  Last night had been...  She shivered despite the warmth of the work.  The intensity of her desire unnerved her.  She didn’t want to be helpless, just...  Tara sighed.  She needed to talk with her friends and sort this out.

Somewhat after noon, Mio called for a break for their “midday snuggles”.  Tara followed the catgirls inside, and was invited to join them for lunch.  She watched with avid eyes as they interacted, touching easily and casually in passing, then sitting in close-spaced pairs when it was time to eat.

Mio smiled at Tara.  “Come cuddle, if you like.”

“I...”  Tara glanced toward the laboratory.

“Waiting for a certain someone to get restored?” asked Candy.  “It shouldn’t be long now.”

Curly nodded her agreement.  “Might want to head back down there and wait for your sweetie.  Then we can talk about purchase options.”

Tara didn’t need further encouragement, she was off as soon as she’d finished her last bite.  Curly wandered in a few minutes later.  “Back yet?”

Tara sighed.  “Nope.”  She carried a chair over to the lab bench, and dropped both balls in it. Then she pulled another one over so she could sit and watch.

“Might be a little while yet.  You were kind of fuzzy on how long it would last.”

Tara shrugged.  “I know.  While it’d be nice to know exactly how long it’ll take her to change back... I kind of like not knowing.  If I don’t know when she will change back...”

“She might not at all?” asked Curly with a grin.  “You’re keen on that part.  Want to talk about it?”

Tara rolled that thought around in her head.  Guilt warred with excitement, and eventually won out.  “Isn’t that a terrible thing to want?  The idea of wearing someone who was once a person, but isn’t now, and may never be again...  That I made that happen.  Is something wrong with me?”

Curly shrugged.  “Hardly my place to judge.  We do permanency here, in various forms.  The permanzier gets used most days.  Usually it’s just someone wanting some cosmetic tweaks, but just last week we had a couple that wanted to become a bra and panty set for their best friend.  Signed off on the 442 and all that.  They’ll likely never be human again.”

“Why?” asked Tara, wonderingly.  “I don’t... understand that side.  Why Sasha’s willing.”

“It’s different for everyone.  They loved her, but she was moving to Japan to teach English for a few years.  They couldn’t afford to go with her, but this way they get to share her life.”

“Sasha...”

There was a groan from the chair as Sasha started to become human.  She gave herself a shake, then grinned at Tara.  “What were you going to say about me?”

“That you love me, enough that... you really like being mine.”

“I love being yours.  Being a ball wasn’t much fun, I’d much rather be worn.”  Sasha squirmed about and picked up the ball she was sitting on.  “Oh fooey, it hasn’t recharged.  So I’m stuck human for a day or two?”

“Probably,” said Curly.  “Some objects will take a charge from the charger.  You could give it a try if you buy one.”

“How much?” asked Sasha eagerly.

“They’re fiddly to make, and it’s a pain to get the electromagic transducers.  I try not to let them go for under two grand.”

“I don’t have that kind of money floating around,” groused Tara. “Do you have a payment plan?”

“No need,” said Sasha.  “I’ll buy it.”

Tara blinked at Sasha.  “How?  You don’t even have a job any more.”

“Great-uncle Quentin’s will.  I didn’t get the email until last night.  Aunt Francine was given a great degree of latitude with the ongoing income from his investments, and she didn’t like how my folks treated me, so... I have come into a substantial annuity.  Enough to cover that in a month.  It is more than I was making while I was working.  Heck, I could probably afford to buy out your net worth.”

Tara squeaked at that thought.  “You wouldn’t!”

Sasha giggled.  “Don’t worry.  Your family connections keep you safe.”  She rolled the ball between her fingers.  “Still... you did make a very comfy bra.  If I buy this for you, I get to wear you once in a while.”

“I...”  Tara licked her lips.  “With the charger, even a short change can be... um, how long did you figure, Curly?”

“Well, it’s not exact,” Curly exposited.  “Nothing with magic is.  As far as I can tell, it can’t extend the duration by more than about twice the original, up to three times for changes under a day.  So if you got a twenty minute change, you’d revert about an hour after the charger was turned off.  If you want someone to stay stuck with daily chargings, I’d aim for at least a half day’s change.”

“I guess that’s not too bad,” mused Tara.  “Though it doesn’t take long to work up a day’s change.”

“Or I could turn you into a bra, wait for the ball to recharge, and while you’re helpless, hit you with a longer duration change.  Heck, that’d work even without the charger.  The charger mostly makes it easier to keep multiple people transformed.  So if you want to wear Rachel and me...” Sasha trailed off with a grin.

“Fine.  I accept your terms.  Just remember I need to have my job to keep the apartment.”

Sasha grinned ferally.  “Rachel can handle most of your classes, right?”

Tara weighed her words.  She didn’t want to encourage this line of thought, did she?  But she couldn’t deny that Rachel was almost as good as she was.  “She’d burn out trying to handle both of ours for too long.”

“Mmm.  Fair.  So... no more than three or four days?”

“Sasha...”

Sasha grinned.  “I know who owns me.  I’m just enjoying the idea of turning the tables on you.  You already promised me I could wear you some of the time.  We can negotiate details after you’ve spent the afternoon as my bra.”  Sasha cupped her breasts, and hefted them.  “You liked that.”

“That’s not fair,” groused Tara.  “I’ll be too blissed out to...”

Curly laughed.  “You know you want it.  And you know she won’t abuse it too much.  Stop worrying.”

Tara took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly to center herself.  “Right.  Yes.  I accept your gift, Sasha, and I’m sure we’ll both enjoy it.”

“Sweet!” exclaimed Curly.  “That means Candy wins the bet.”

“Bet?”

“Over whether or not you’d buy a charger.  Winner gets to pick the loser’s form.”

“And you’re glad you lost?” asked Tara with a hint of a smile.  “Is everyone around here crazy?”

“Yep.  I’m looking forward to spending a few days as her panties.  Mio’s hand washes are to die for.”

Sasha grinned.  “Maybe I should ask her for tips.”

Tara tried to look worried, but her grin broke through.  “Okay, fine.  Once a week, as long as there’s a proper handwashing involved.”  They shook on the deal, then Sasha turned to Curly to sort out the payment.

Soon they were heading home, with their new spell charger in a lovely hand-crafted Catgirl Emporium bag.  Mio made them herself, and had tucked a pamphlet on proper hand-washing procedure into the bag with their purchase.

Tara took the charger out, and set it on the kitchen counter beside the toaster.  “There.  Looks like it belongs.  Shall we fire it up?”

Sasha poked at the magic ball, which was still defiantly grey.  “Not really any point with nobody to change.”

“True enough.  Think we should put it on a timer?  I think there’s one in the junk drawer.”

Sasha agreed, figuring there was no point in wasting power if they didn’t need it.  Tara set the charger up to run for three hours every night around dinner time.

The three of them had a lovely dinner, courtesy of Sasha.  Afterward, as Tara was helping with the cleanup, she noticed something green sitting beside the charger.  “Aha!”

“What?”

Tara picked up the magic ball and gave it an experimental squeeze.  It started to glow.  “This should have been dead until tomorrow afternoon.  Curly suggested it might get charged.”

“Cool.  Did he say how much faster it should charge?”

Tara shrugged.  “We can test it ourselves.  Hey Rachel, heads up!”

Rachel looked up just in time to catch the ball.  “Aww, man...”  The glow rushed up her arm and soon she had to unbutton her top.  “Boobs?  Sweet!”

“Toss me the ball.  I want to see how long it takes to recharge.”

Tara timed the restoration, and it turned green after a couple of minutes.  “Looks like we hit the jackpot.  Hey Sasha, catch.”

Sasha held out her hand, and pouted in disappointment when she didn’t change.  “What are you doing?”

“Your turn.  I’ve got a full slate of classes tomorrow, starting at three.  Rachel?”

“I’m clear,” Rachel replied with a grin.  “So I can cover them if need be...”

Sasha tossed the ball in the air and caught it again, then started to squeeze.  “I want to go out dancing tonight.  Wearing a very special bra.”

Tara licked her lips nervously.  “Will you change me back?”

“No.  You change back when you change back.”  Sasha gave the ball another squeeze.  “Maybe that’s tomorrow.  Maybe it’s not.  Worried?”

“A little,” admitted Tara.  But her eyes weren’t avidly following the ball because of worry, she knew.

Sasha swayed her hand back and forth, smirking as she saw Tara’s gaze following it.  “My very good bra wants to go home where it belongs.”

Tara twitched and tore her gaze from the ball.  “Why?”

“Because you know you are a very good bra.  The best bra.  And dancing will be the best workout ever.”

“Yesss...”  Tara didn’t flinch when the ball arced her way.  The change took her quickly, all she got out was “Please,” and then she crumpled to the floor.  Please dance in me, she thought.  I’ll be a good bra.

Sasha scooped her up, and as if she’d heard Tara’s thought she murmured, “Oh, you’ll be the best bra.”  She shucked off her top and wriggled out of her heavily reinforced black bra, then wriggled into her new one.  It was a lustrous purple, with broad shoulder straps and wide bands.  It fit perfectly.

Tara snuggled up to the warm and wonderful orbs filling her, amazed that she could, in fact, snuggle them.  She felt Sasha’s sudden intake of breath, and tried squeezing a little harder.  That elicited a squeal, and the fondling that followed drew forth moans.

“New plan,” gasped Sasha.  “Fuck the dancing.  You want a contest, Rachel?”

Rachel nodded, curious as to what Sasha had in mind.  “As... clothing?”

Sasha nodded.  “Gonna make you my panties.  First to get me off gets to stay.”

Rachel started to grin.  “Lively, is she?”

Sasha squealed then moaned. “Oh yeah, that’s...”  She shuddered.  “Oooh.  You’re getting good at tha... aat!”

“She’s getting a head start.”

“And you’ll be panties.  I could take... ooooh!  Take her off.  But... hell no.”

Rachel laughed.  “Be a good little bra and wait for me.”

Sasha slumped against the counter.  “No... fair.  So close.  She heard.  Stopped.  Damn it.”

“She might be a bra, but she still wants a fair contest.  Right?”

Sasha squeaked at a pinch.  “I think she agrees.  C’mon, ball, charge up...”

Rachel and Sasha sat and stared until the ball went green once more.  Sasha squeezed it a bunch of times then flung it at Rachel.  Light outlined her for a moment, then a pair of panties plummeted to the floor.

Sasha scooped them up, feeling the heavy fabric squirming in her grasp. “Oh yeah...”  She made her way to Tara’s bedroom, and lay down on the bed.  She stripped off her jeans and panties, then wiggled the new ones over her feet.  “Ready girls?”  As she pulled them up her legs, she counted down from three, then called “Go!”

That was the last coherent thing she managed for the next three and a half hours.  If it wasn’t for Tara spontaneously reverting to human on top of her, she’d have kept going, too.

Tara gently pulled the panties off the squirming, exhausted woman.  “Good job, panties.  Fantastic work, but your owner needs to recuperate.”

Sasha cuddled up against Tara, covered in sweat and wheezing through a parched throat.  Tara patted her softly and held her until her breathing slowed.  Then she wriggled free and fetched Sasha a glass of water, sitting her up to sip it.

“Are you okay?” asked Tara once Sasha’s throat no longer sounded like rasping sandpaper.

Sasha nodded eagerly, but didn’t try her voice.  She pointed at the panties.

“Yeah, Rachel won.  No doubt about it.  Going to have to try that again with the roles reversed for a real test.”

Sasha’s eyes lit up.  “Again?” she croaked.

“Yes, love.  We’ll do this again.  Maybe for a more controlled time.  How long is Rachel stuck?”

Sasha shrugged helplessly.  “Days?”

“Long enough the charger will keep her like this?  Huh.”  Tara picked up the damp panties and wrinkled her nose.  “I’ll go give her the hand bath she deserves.  You rest.”

When Tara returned, Sasha was sound asleep, and snoring softly.  She smiled indulgently at the sight, and snuggled up beside her.  Sasha burrowed into the embrace, but didn’t seem to wake.  Tara kissed her brow softly, then tried to make herself comfortable.  Sasha was very warm, even with only a light sheet over them.  Too warm for Tara, and yet...  And yet.  Mio was right.  Cuddles were very nice indeed.

Tara stared into the dim light of the room, mind awhirl with revelations.  For all Sasha had threatened to change her for longer, she hadn’t.  Being able to wriggle and squirm had been fun, and using it to arouse Sasha...  Tara’s offer to take Rachel’s place had been spontaneous, and yet... she was looking forward to it.  Maybe even without the competitive aspect.

Tara wondered how hard it would be to persuade Rachel to sign herself over...

Her dreams were full of drifting fabric and dancing paperwork.