Moria stretched as she woke up, and looked around.  Her bedroom.  She sighed softly, it had seemed a good idea to go home to sleep, but she no longer felt like she belonged here.  Worse, her panties were apparently in no hurry to return to being human once more.  As she considered how to get them back to Heather’s room so that she could restore them, Moira realized they would no longer count as her possessions, so she wouldn’t be able to shrink them.  Or her bra, for that matter, but the idea of leaving Flint lying on her bed appealed to her.

Moira pulled on a dressing gown and made her way to the kitchen for a belated breakfast, then showered, got some fresh clothes on, and walked the handful of blocks to her sweetie’s house.

The door was locked, and nobody answered when she rang the doorbell.  “Come on Heather, this isn’t funny any more.  I want my sweetie back.”

Moira squeaked when she felt her panties vanish, and a moment later a very naked Heather opened the door for her.  She scooted inside, and glowered at Heather until both started to giggle.  “You’re insane.”

“And you love it,” replied Heather as she headed to the kitchen to make some breakfast.

“Aren’t you going to get dressed?  Your brother or parents might wander in at any time.”

Heather shrugged, and with a wave of her hand clad herself in golden dragonscales from neck to knees.  “I’m not worried.  I should like my favourite dress back, though...”

Moira ducked her head.  “I left Flint on my bed.  I wanted time with you.”

“Jealous?” asked Heather.

Moira nodded guiltily.  “He’s special to you in a way I want to be, but can’t.”

“How do you mean?”  Heather asked as she finished putting together a jam sandwich.  She took a bite while Moira considered the question.

“You two have been on grand adventures together.  He’s the one that got you the orca spirit.”

“That could have gone wrong in so many ways.  We got lucky.  I’d rather not gamble again.  Besides, I was at nearly as much risk with you, when I gave you all my power then gave myself up as your possession.  Once I’ve got some food in me, I’d be glad to go back in the closet so you can take possession once more.”

“For a few hours,” muttered Moira.

Heather smiled around a bite of her sandwich.  “You’d have preferred Flint’s day at a time?  We can still modify the contract.”

“It’s just not the same with a deadline like that.  I want forever.”

“I’m not going to leave you for him, if that’s what you’re worried about.  We can all be together.  Can’t we?”

Moira sighed.  “I thought so, but...  I’m feeling really possessive right now.”

“That’s okay.  Flint would be happy to be my bra for the day, while you’re my dress.”

Moira shook her head.  “No Flint.”

Heather quickly finished her sandwich and snuggled up against Moira.  “Okay.  How long?”

Moira sighed as she cuddled into the hug.  “Thank you.”

Heather held her friend and lover until she started to squirm and wriggle free.  “Better?”

“Yeah.  Sorry.  Waking up alone...  Can I move in?”

“We should probably talk about that with Mom and Dad.”

“Aren’t you rich enough to move out on your own?” asked Moira.

“Well...  The last few weeks have been good, sure.  Is it a flash in the pan?  I mean, if CAIT gets their way, we can’t do magic for hire.”

Moira waved that off.  “Paul said they can’t do anything to you.  You should go make more videos just to spite them.”

“I don’t want to do it for spite.”  Heather’s thoughtful look turned mischievous.  “But for fun, despite their order?  Sure.”

They headed downstairs and woke up Heather’s computer.  “Ugh, so many messages...”

“The dozen from Technicon look kind of urgent.”

“Downside to spending the night as panties...  I wonder what they want.”

Heather read through the latest one.  Then backtracked to the start of the thread to make sure she understood the issue.  “Oooh, we need to have words with some of our clients.  Slurping unwilling people up into your boobs is not okay.”

“How could they do it at all?” asked Moira.  “I thought you couldn’t change people against their will.”

“You can, it’s just a bad idea.  Does slurping someone count, though?  Growing into a giant and eating them wouldn’t.”

“What about crisping them with dragon breath?”

Heather winced.  “I really hope the girls don’t do that.”

“We need to think about who we’re giving power to.”

“And who we have given power to...  Crap.  They mentioned some videos, I suppose we can look at that first.”

The first video seemed tame enough, as Maritza bet her boyfriend she could hide him between her boobs.  “If you win, you get the most amazing boob-job of your life.  If I win... I get to keep you all weekend.”  He laughed as he agreed, but as his body started to disappear he started to look worried.  She giggled once he was gone, and her breasts surged and wriggled.  “Feisty.  God, this feels so good, maybe I’ll keep him.”

“She’ll miss his hugs soon enough,” said Moria.  “See if she has any more videos up.”

They checked, and sure enough there was a video a day later of her letting him out.  His reaction made it very clear he’d enjoyed the experience, and the video cut off as they were tearing each others’ clothes off...

Moira glanced over at her blushing sweetie.  “All’s well that ends well.  Want to try to recreate that scene?”

“Yes... but Technicon wouldn’t freak out over that.  They’re worried.  Why?”

The next two videos were much the same, playful shots of slurping up a boyfriend in one, and a girlfriend in another.  The latter had a follow up video with a tearful confession of love, and ended on a tender kiss.

“Awwww.”  Moira leaned in and kissed Heather on the lips.  “That was sweet.  Think they’ll make a go of it?”

Heather smiled.  “I hope so.”  She typed up a quick message, and sent it as a direct message to the video maker.  “Maybe we can give them a little help.”

The next video was jumpy, obviously taken via a handheld camera in a nightclub, where everyone was moving around.  A woman with obviously magically enlarged breasts was dancing in the middle of the floor, her breasts surging and writhing in a familiar way.  As if mesmerized, a guy approached her.  They danced together briefly until he bumped up against her chest.  A moment later he was gone, and her chest was even larger.  The scene repeated at least three more times.  The dancer then prowled toward the person with the camera, and a moment later the video went dark.

After a few seconds the video switched to a completely different scene, to a woman in her mid-twenties sitting in her bedroom.  “That’s all I’ve got.  Luckily Patrick was uploading to the cloud, because his phone still isn’t answering.  It has been two days.  I’ve talked to a bunch of other people who were at the club, and with a little legwork we got her name.  Joyce Whittaker.  Thing is, I have... no idea what to do about this.  The cops took a statement, but... what are they going to do?”

They sent a message to the video’s creator, offering to help however they could.  By the time they’d watched the next video (another relatively innocent-looking “rar, I’m going to keep you in my boobs” incident where it was fairly obviously in jest), they had an answer.

Cathy told them what little she knew. More importantly, she gave the location of the city where it had happened, which made it easier to figure out who Joyce Whittaker was in WitchyWays.  She was only level 16, which made them curious.  She wasn’t on their client list, and didn’t have enough power to do what they’d seen in the video. They attempted to contact her through the app, but got no response.  “Why not offer a duel?” suggested Moira.

Heather grinned.  “Sounds like a fun way to make her aware there’s a bigger fish out there.”

The duel offer was immediately accepted, and Joyce set out an armadillo that cowered away from them.  Puzzled, Heather put out a raccoon she’d picked up recently but hadn’t augmented yet.  “What are you doing?” she mused.

“Oh, can you hear me?” creaked a voice.

Heather blinked, and held her raccoon back from attacking.  “Yes.  What the hell were you up to?  Sucking up people like that isn’t cool.”

Joyce laughed weakly.  “That’s what Trey said, too.  She was fine with it while I was at the club, but once she stopped being my familiar, she called me names and left.”

“I’ve told you guys to be careful what you do when you have a familiar.  They’ll enthusiastically go along with anything, then when it’s over...”

Joyce gasped.  “You’re that Heather?  Why are you contacting me?”

“You’re the worst offender for the ‘suck people into my boobs’ craze... so far.”

“Get me out of here and I promise I’ll be good.”

“Out of where?” asked Heather.

“I’m stuck under my boobs!  They’re immense, and everyone’s squirming and fussing and I can’t get them out!  I’m pinned, and I can’t reach my phone to call anyone...  Please help.”

Heather giggled at the sight she imagined.  “How can they be stuck?  Boobs that big have to have cleavage, right?”

“I’m stuck on my back in my bed, and they’ve flopped to either side.”

Heather’s giggling got louder.  “Sorry, it’s just... you must be a sight.”

Joyce sighed mournfully.  “I would have been when Trey left.  But I have been stuck here for two days, unable to get to the bathroom...”

“Ew.”

“You have no idea.  I’m dying here.  Please, I’ll do anything.”

“Including apologize to Trey?  Moira’s found her WitchyWays ID already, we could bring her into this duel.”

“Yes,” answered Joyce without hesitation.

An opossum joined the fight a moment later.  “Joyce?” asked a voice.

“Trey?  I am so sorry.  You were right, this was a stupid idea, and I took it way too far.  Please help.”

“Help?” asked Trey.

“She’s pinned under her breasts, and has been for the past two days.”

Trey gasped.  “Oh shit.  I had no idea.  Are you okay?”

“No,” groaned Joyce.

“What should I do?”

“Win the duel with her, capture her, then bring her out where you are,” suggested Heather.  “You can deal with the mess at her place later.”

The opossum walked up to the armadillo and booped it on the nose.  The armadillo vanished, and a moment later, so did the opossum.  Heather ended the duel, then sent a message to Trey and Joyce asking if they’d freed the trapped people, and if they were okay.

Trey sent a reply a few minutes later.  She’d gone outside to restore Joyce, so that the stampede didn’t mess up her apartment.  All of Joyces’ prisoners seemed to have suffered no ill effects.  Joyce herself needed “a bath, a full belly, and a clean bed” in that order.

Shortly after that, they got a message from Cathy saying that Patrick had contacted her, and that he was safe.  Followed by another asking about what it would take to get a Robin enchant...

Heather giggled at that.  “Apparently he liked his stay.”

“I know I’ve enjoyed my time in your boobs,” agreed Moira.  “Pretty please?”

“Fine, but take it easy in there.  I still need to talk to Technicon.”  Heather grew her breasts large enough that she didn’t need to push them together to create cleavage.

Moira whooped and dove inside.  A moment later, Heather returned her chest to a more manageable size, trapping her friend inside.  Out of curiosity she tried pushing Moira from one side to the other, to see how much flexibility the enchantment had.  With a little work she was able to compress Moira until she was only in a single nipple.  She played with her little prisoner there, and became quite distracted for a time...

Once Heather had caught her breath, she checked her messages once more.  There was another urgent note from Technicon, so she replied with a summary of what she’d done so far.  Her phone rang shortly after she’d sent it, and she had a long chat with them.  They were aware of several magical societies like CAIT, and had rejected advances from them much as Heather had.  They wanted magic to be available to all, a goal Heather quite agreed with... as long as the abuses could be dealt with.

“CAIT’s model works.  If someone they’ve trained abuses magic, they can use their oath to shut them down.  How do we deal with someone abusing Robin, who won’t stop because I asked nicely?  I can’t forcibly enchant them, they can turn the spell back on me.”

The Technicon rep reluctantly admitted that they had a “few tools” they could use.  Heather leaped on that.  “You have access to the crystals.”

“We have to, to make the game work.  We want to proceed carefully, we’d rather not scare people off.”

“Can you cut someone off for a terms of service violation?” asked Heather.  “That’d weaken them to the point they’re mostly harmless.”

“We could do that, but it’s, again, something we’d prefer to save as a last resort.  It’s a one-time option.”

Heather rolled her eyes.  “All you have is the self destruct?”

There was a sigh from the other end.  “How much have you figured out?”

Heather spent a little time discussing the visit from CAIT’s representative.  “So yeah.  Enough to know that what you’re doing is dangerous, but you’ve got some safeguards in place.  And to guess that you’re in over your heads.”

“A little.”

That got a laugh.  “Just a little?  Fine.  Look, the best I can come up with for now is to do a video saying ‘don’t do this’.”

The Technicon rep agreed that was a fine idea, so Heather gathered her thoughts. She looked herself over in the mirror.  The dragonscales looked good, the protruding nipple on one side not so much.  It was only as she smoothed it away that she remembered where Moira was.  She mooshed her breasts together and called down into them, “hey girlie.  You want to stay there for the ‘don’t suck people into your boobs’ PSA, or be a part of it?”

“Why don’t you bring me out during the video to make a point?” replied Moira.

“Cool idea.”

*** *** ***

“Hey everyone,” cheers Heather as the video starts.  She’s clad in nothing but golden dragonscales.  “Got a slightly more serious update for you today.  Apparently a few folks with Robin-pockets have been a little too aggressive with them.  Sucking up unwilling folks is not cool, okay?”

The video cuts to Cindy’s video of Joyce sucking up people in the club.  “I mean, sure it looks like fun.  But then your familiar contract ends, and you don’t have the power to keep people compressed, and it can get ugly.  This one ended up pinned under enormous boobs and stuck.”

Heather reappears on camera.  “And I’m sure plenty of you are thinking, ‘hey, that sounds like fun’, from either end of the experience.  You’re not wrong.  However, there are folks that would rather not be stuck like that.  They might have other plans, or they might be claustrophobic...  Heck, I suppose there’s a remote chance they might not like boobs.  Weird.”  She giggles.

“Magic gets cranky if you try to enchant people against their will.  If you have your wits about you and any power at all, you can turn such attempts back on the caster.  However... it looks like the boob pocket doesn’t work that way.  I guess it’s because they’re going into an existing pocket dimension?  Not sure.  I can’t really test, because Moira and Flint both love it, and don’t resist...  OK, more testing needed.”

Heather presses her breasts together.  “Hey Moira!  Think I could persuade you to resist getting slurped into my tits?”

“Only if you promise me some serious fun afterward,” replies Moira.

Heather shrugs.  “We’ll work something out.  For now... friends don’t let friends slurp up strangers, okay?  And if you do slurp up a friend, let them out now and again.  Moira?”

“Nu-uh.  I like it in here.”

Heather rolls her eyes.  “One more tidbit.  It is possible to eject an eager guest like Moira here, but there’s a trick to it.  You kind of have to flex from your diaphragm like you’re breathing out extra hard, and sort of roll that upward...”

With a slither and a pop Moira’s head and shoulders emerge from between Heather’s breasts.  She tries to squirm back in, but another push sends her tumbling to the floor.  She pouts as she stands up, but accepts a hug from Heather.  “Hey all.  Being a boob is fun.  If you have a buddy that’s powerful enough to compress you into her nipple, it’s [bleep]ing mindblowing.”

Heather blushes as she grins at Moira.  “That good?”

Moira nods emphatically.  “12 out of 10, would boobdive again.  Seriously, it’s dangerously addictive.”

“Um...  Crap.  That’s something I hadn’t considered.  Please don’t try to get your friends addicted to your boobs.  That’s also not cool.  Are we going to need a Boobies Anonymous plan to help people recover?”

Moira laughs at the idea.  “Probably not.  It’s not like I get the shakes when I spend time out here.”

Heather eyes her sweetie thoughtfully.  “So you could resist me trying to suck you in?  We need to figure out self-defence for this.”

Moira grins.  “I’m game.  Go easy on me, though.”  She sets her hand on Heather’s chest, and her arm slowly disappears inside.  She tugs back against it, and her arm emerges.  “Huh.  That’s too simple.  You weren’t trying very hard.”

“You said...”

“Yeah, I know.  Pull harder.”  Moira braces herself and they play tug of war back and forth for several seconds.  “Yeah, that’s more like it.  But this still feels wrong.  Just... mechanical, right?”

“Make it mental, like you were resisting an enchantment,” suggests Heather.  A moment later there’s a loud pop, and Heather vanishes.

Moira stares at the pair of boobs dangling from her hand.  “Uh...  Wow.  Okay.  Turns out you can turn boob-suckage back on the owner.”  She shifts the boobs so they’re sitting in both hands, and pressed together to make cleavage.  “You in there, Heather?”

“Yep.”

“Can you get out on your own?”

The boobs wriggle.  “Um...  Nope.”  There’s a flicker of light from them, and the scales turn green.  “Still nope.  I think I could brute-force it, but I can’t see the damn thing.  Can you?”

Moira studies what’s left of Heather.  “Oh yeah.  Locked enchantment, looks like it’s good until midnight.  Nice.  Um... maybe don’t try to brute force it, though?  There’s a latent curse in there.”

“Oh?  Can you see what it’d do?”

Moira shakes her head, then giggles at how useless that gesture is to Heather.  “Nope.  I bet Flint could, though.”

“Okay,” says Heather from the depths of her fleshy prison.  “That pretty much wraps things up here.  Be careful out there, and if you really don’t want to be emboobed, remember your enchantment self defence exercises.  Hey, that’d be a good video for later.”

“Yep,” agrees Moira.  “Until next time, everyone.  Be careful out there, but have fun.”

*** *** ***

A little later, Moira returned to Heather’s room with Flint in her hands.  She popped the bra into Flint’s transmogrifier box, and a moment later a plush tigergirl bounced out again.  “Hey there, thanks for bringing me back.”

“Wasn’t going to,” muttered Moira truculently.  “But Heather needs you to sort out her curse.”

Flint looked around, and then spotted the pair of breasts sitting on Heather’s bed.  “Whoops.  Oh, that is a tricksy one.  If you try to force it... ew.”

“Ew?” asked Moira and Heather.

“You’d be stuck until someone relents and restores you.”

“That’s not so bad.  One of you would change me back eventually.  Going to give brute-forcing a try.”

“Wait!” called Flint, a moment too late.  A bright flash of magic momentarily blinded Flint and Moira.  When they could see again, the boobs were exactly where they had been, but looked shinier.

Flint picked up Heather, and gave her a squeeze.  “Rubber.  I think she’s just an object now.  Can you hear me?”

There was no answer.

“Woah,” breathed Moira.  “Hardcore.  She doesn’t even feel magical to me any more.  Shit, can we still change her back?”

Flint studied the breasts, and then grinned fangily.  “Oh of course.  You need to kiss her.”

“Me?  Or anyone?”

“You specifically.”

“Or she’s stuck forever as a fucktoy.”

Flint studied the toy more intently.  “Maybe not forever, I can see a few ways to wiggle out.  You’re not seriously considering leaving her like that, are you?”

Moira licked her lips.  “Nnno.  I’m wondering how to trick you into that state.”

“Ah.  This has to do with why I was stuck on your bed all day, I take it?”

Moira nodded, staring down at Flint’s feet.  “I got needy and jealous.  Wanted her to myself.”

Flint crouched so she could meet Moira’s gaze.  “So the whole three-way thing isn’t working for you?”

Moira looked away.  “Not really.”

Flint scooted over to where Moira was looking.  “We can fix this.  Somehow.  What are you scared of?”

“I’m not scared of anything!” declared Moira hotly.

Flint just raised an eyebrow and waited.

Moira stomped over to Heather’s bed, and sat on it heavily.  Flint followed, kneeling at her feet.  “Just forget I was a boy.  Think of this as... a sleepover?”

Moira petted the boobs that used to be Heather then cuddled them to her chest like a plushie.  “Okay.  Paint my nails?”

“Uh... sure.  Do you have any nail paint?”

Moira pointed at Flint’s box.  Flint trotted over there and ducked into the box.  She emerged looking even more like a plushie, though her hands were smaller and more dexterous than her earlier paws.  She had a selection of nail polish bottles in her hand.  “I’m thinking... green?”

Moira smirked.  “Fair.”

Flint opened the bottle, and Moira wrinkled her nose.  “That doesn’t smell like nail polish.”  It didn’t look much like it either, as Flint studiously applied it to one of her nails.

“What are you doing?” asked Moira.  “You’re not painting a wall.”

Flint blinked.  “Oh.  Uh...  I have no idea how to do this, then.”

Moira sniffed at the paint again, and closed up the bottle.  She grabbed a tissue to wipe off the paint on her nail, and then looked around.  “Oh come on, she has to have nail polish here somewhere.”

“You could ask her,” suggested Flint.

Moira contemplated the boobs for a while, then nodded and gave them a delicate little kiss.  The breasts turned from rubber to flesh, and Heather’s voice emerged from between them.  “Thanks for the save.”

Moira hugged Heather’s chest tight.  “Come out, already.”

Heather’s head and arms emerged from between her own breasts.  It took a lot of wriggling, squirming, and odd-looking geometric inversion to get her fully back out again.   “I have to remember that trick.  Pulling yourself into your own chest is kinda cool.”

“Could you suck up your own chest once you were done?”

Heather shrugged.  “I don’t think so?  I mean, eventually your boobs would be so small you don’t have any cleavage, then you’d be stuck.  And really, there are easier ways to get stuck as a boob.”

“Such as?” asked Flint.

Heather grinned at the plush kittygirl.  “Ask nicely.”

Flint took a step back, so she was standing on the carpet that marked Heather’s zone of possession.  “Please?”

A round plush blob fell to the floor where Flint had been.  It rolled over to the bed, giggling.  “I can still talk?”

“Yup.  Though no budding, okay?  One tribble is trouble enough.”  Heather scooped up the little fuzzball, and it purred happily as she petted it.

Moira studied the two.  “Weird.”

“How so?”

“Flint is sitting there in your lap, and... I’m not jealous.”

Heather leaned in to give Moira a scorching kiss.  “Good.”

Moira returned the kiss fervently.  Soon she was just as naked as Heather, though without the scales.  She pouted as her attempts to tease a nipple failed.  “Can I have skin back?  The scales are pretty but...”

“My family’s upstairs.  Maybe a bit more privacy would be good?”

Moira grinned wickedly.  “You do get noisy.”

Heather hopped out of bed, carrying Flint and pulling Moira up behind her.  She strode to her carpet, set Flint down, then took both of Moira’s hands in hers.  “Time to get tiny.”

“Ooooh,” purred Moira as they dwindled.  In moments they were shorter than the tribble, and at Heather’s urging scrambled up on top of Flint.  Flint wriggled happily and sloped his body to help them on board.

“Cozy?” asked Heather, snuggling in to the soft fur.

Moira nodded and leaned in for a kiss.  Heather pulled her sweetie down, hugging her tight as they dwindled further, turning Flint’s fur into a forest.  “Now nobody can hear us.”

That was the last thing said for some time...

Much later, Moira lay slumped next to Heather, panting softly.  “Damn, girl.  I can’t feel my toes.”

“That’s because Flint ate them.”

Moira glanced downward, noticed that her legs were slowly sinking under a wave of fuzz.  “Feels nice.”  She purred as she sank, squirming while she could.  Her head was last to go, and she gave Heather a wink and a grin before that, too vanished into the fuzz.

Heather patted Flint fondly, then felt tickles at her feet.  “Hey, I didn’t give you the ability to eat so you could eat me...  Oooh, that does feel nice.”

Flint’s fur snuggled around her as she melted away into the tribble.

Flint wiggled happily, then wondered what to do next.  He rolled over to his box, and a moment later three tribbles emerged.  “Hey guys, that was fun... are you okay?”

“Wait, we can talk now?” replied Moira.  “Neat trick.”

Flint chuckled.  “I do occasionally have good ideas.”

“More than occasionally,” agreed Heather.  “How are you feeling now, Moira?”

Moira rolled in a small circle as she considered it.  “It’s weird.  Are tribbles asexual?”

“These ones are,” replied Flint.

“Huh.  I feel less urgent about the whole sex thing.  Like... I could just snuggle up to you two and be content with... everything.”  Moira did exactly that, and purred happily.  “Oh yeah.”

Heather giggled softly.  “So if I turned you into a fuzzy pair of panties, you’d be just as happy?”

“Sounds good.”

Heather rolled over to her carpet then stood up from fuzzball into human form.  She scooped up Moira to bring her into the carpet’s influence, and soon had a fur-trimmed pair of panties to shimmy into.  Once Moira was in place, Heather wiggled her hips.  “Still feel good?”

“Mmmmm.”

Flint chuckled.  “No jealousy?”

“Oh!  I... wow.  Yeah, when I’m like this, not an issue at all.  Oooh, that’s it!”

“What’s it?”

“We need to rewrite the contract so Flint and I are your possessions.”

“Yeah!” agreed Flint.

“What about symmetry?” protested Heather.

“Moira and I would be symmetric around you.  Just like our relationship is symmetric around you.”

Heather shook her head.  “I can’t own you all the time.”

“But it would be nice if you could claim us whenever you liked,” mused Moira.  “Rather than just in your room.  Much handier when we’re out and about, or sleeping in my room.”

“To have that kind of power over you seems unfair...”

“It isn’t if we want you to have it,” reassured Flint.

“But what if I don’t want to own people at all?”

Moira chuckled and wriggled on her sweetie’s hips.  “Oh, honey.  Don’t even try.  We know you love it.”