Chapter 11 - Special Services

When the gang arrived at the mall, some familiar faces were waiting beside the Venn Machine.  Amelia waved to them and cheered.  “I told you they’d show up.”

Violet grinned.  “We have plans for the weekend that involve the Venn Machines.  I’m guessing you do too?”

Amelia nodded eagerly.  “Darla’s boyfriend’s birthday is tomorrow, and she wants to be a special gift for him.  Your new ‘Special Services’ entry says to inquire about... anything.  Just how far will you go with it?”

“Try me,” challenged Violet.  “And yes, delivery is available. Given all you three have done, I’m inclined to waive the fees for whatever you want to get up to.”

Bailey sighed, but nodded.  “Freebies all around tonight.  Just make sure to tell your friends.”

Amelia snickered when Darla blushed.  “I’m pretty sure some of us will be keeping quiet about the details.  We’re known as the perv squad by the other cheerleaders, but some things...”

“If you’re trying to make me blush, you’re going to need specifics,” said Violet.

“I want to be a plant,” said Darla.  “An immobile, potted plant.  Exotic, of course.  And…  Well, I don’t want to make Frank regret my absence.”

Violet chuckled, lacing her tentacle fingers together and giving them a stretch.  “A challenge.  This should be fun.  The others know where we’ll need to deliver you?”

Darla nodded, and asked for a day-long change so she would be human for part of her boyfriend’s birthday.  Violet set the machine and stepped inside.  A moment after she’d done so, her hand went to her necklace.  “Katie!”

“What?” asked Darla.

Violet looked around.  No Katie.  A silvery tentacle curled around her hand.  She looked down and smiled at her necklace.  “I guess you’re mobile enough to count,” she murmured.  “Cool.”

Violet went to work on Darla’s new design, and once she was middling satisfied she asked how big Darla wanted to be.

“Oh, a good sized potted plant.  Say about three feet tall?  That sounds nice.  Something one can display without overwhelming a room.”

Violet giggled as she watched the plant in the display ‘talk’.  “I don’t think he’ll be displaying you in public.”

“That good?” chuckled Darla.  “Awesome.  Hit me!”

“You might not be able to speak.  Probably not.  Or move, it’s hard to tell.  Are you okay with that?”

Darla laughed out loud.  “Okay with that?  It sounds perfect.  Make sure to tell Frank he can do anything he wants with me.”

“Then I hope you both have a lot of fun.”  Violet pressed the button.  As she’d expected, the plant on the other side of the Venn Machine didn’t do or say much after that.

Violet stepped out when the doors opened, and darted around to pick up her creation.  She hid it in her coat, and let the other gather around as she brought it in front of the mirror.  “I hope you can at least see, Darla.  See how pretty you turned out?”

“And how, uh... kinky.  Wow.  That’s her...”

Violet giggled.  “Yep.  Think we should wrap her up?”

Bailey pulled out a silk scarf, and gently draped it over the plant.  “There we go.”

Jimmy drove them to Frank’s house, and Violet tapped on the door.  A half-familiar guy opened it.  “Frank?”

“Yeah.  Uh, where’s Darla?”

Violet held up the potted plant, and whisked the scarf off of it.  “Here.  She wanted to be something special for your special day.”

Frank’s eyes went very wide as he studied her.  “What sort of plant is she?  I’ve never seen anything even remotely like her.”

“Could be an alien species, for all I know.  The Venn Machines won’t make anything toxic, so she should be safe to touch.”

Frank brushed a hand over a leaf reverently.  “She’s beautiful.  And the flower...”  His eyes went even wider.  “That looks exactly like her, ah...”

Violet chuckled softly.  “It is exactly what it looks like.  Have fun.  She’s durable, and will change back in just under twenty-four hours.”

Frank accepted the plant from Violet with a huge smile.  “Best birthday ever.”  He set it inside the house, and then turned back to Violet and tipped her generously for the delivery.

“Happy Birthday!” cheered Violet as she waved on her way back to the car.

“So?” asked Bailey.  “Verdict?”

“Loved it to bits.  And is probably about to love it to bits in the more carnal sense,” giggled Violet.

Jimmy rolled his eyes.  “Back to the mall?  Someone has a date with Bailey’s boobs.”

“Jimmy!” exclaimed Bailey with a mock outraged expression.  “Such language.”

“Hey, I have ‘em too.  I’m allowed.”

Bailey giggled excitedly.  “Oh!  I forgot.  Maybe you should be wearing the bra.”

Violet shook her head.  “No.  I want to be your bra.  This time, anyway.  Jimmy likes his boobs, maybe we’ll give him big boulders one day.  Then he’ll need the support.”

The three of them giggled all the way back to the mall.

Amelia and Stella were still at the Venn Machine.  “Delivery went okay?”

Violet nodded.  “He seemed pretty excited about the idea.  Some kind of plant fancier?”

“Indeed.  It’s not so much that Darla wanted to be a plant, as she wanted to be a plant for him.”

“That’s sweet,” said Violet.  “But why are you still here?”

Amelia just smiled.  “You did offer.”

Violet chuckled, and waved toward the Venn Machine.  “Maybe you can make me blush after all.”

Amelia set it for two days.  Inside, her usual certain demeanour slipped away.  Violet raised an eyebrow, and waited to see what Amelia would say.

“You’ve heard that I like letting Carson tie me up, I suppose?”

Violet nodded.  “But I doubt that turning you into rope would do anything for either of you.”

Amelia laughed, and relaxed her tense shoulders.  “Hah!  No, but...  Hm.  It’d be fun to do shibari with him as the rope.  Not that he’d be willing, haven’t managed to get him into one of these and... I’m babbling.  Look, I’ve done kinky stuff with Carson, but I want to push the limits further.  He’s very careful, very conscientious.”

“Sounds nice,” offered Violet when Amelia went silent.  “Why is that bad?”

“I want to be...  Rrrh, it sounds bad to put it in words.  I don’t want him to be nice.  I want to be completely at his mercy... no, wait.  He’d be merciful.  I want him to use me like ... like I’m not really a person at all.”

“Well, not-a-person is doable.  But...  Like an inflatable doll?”

“Meh, too boring.”

Violet grinned.  “Ah.  Well, now.  I could... remove your arms?  And your ability to talk?”

Amelia brightened.  “Oh!  Yes, that’s a good start.”

“A start, is it?  So the legs should go as well?”

From the way Amelia was hyperventilating, Violet knew she was on the right path and started to work.  She studied the result.  “Needs a little something.  Oh, right.  Shrink.  Again...  Mmm.  Close.  Should I turn you into living rubber?  No need or even ability to breathe?”

Amelia shook her head mutely.  “I want to be able to moan and sigh.  He likes that.  Take my tongue, but not my vocal chords.  Can you make me that, but also stretchier?”

Violet bit her lip and studied the screen.  “I’ll try.  Mmm, oh, and one other thing.  Turn the pain receptors into pleasure.”

Amelia’s eyes went wide.  “Ooooh.  Yes.  Do it.”

Violet watched the helpless creature in the other side of the Venn Machine while the green circle phased away.  “Happy?”

She got a moan and crinkled cheeks that suggested a smile.  “Ah good.  I hope Stella knows where to take you.”

Violet scooped up Amelia, amazed at how light the reduced cheerleader was.  “You’d make a good pet if Carson doesn’t want you like this.”

Amelia discovered she could purr.

Carson walked up a moment later.  “Is Amelia here?  She called, said she had something to give me.”

“Your timing couldn’t be more perfect,” said Violet.  “Open your arms and close your eyes.”

Carson raised an eyebrow, but did as he was bid.  Then almost dropped the bundle that was tucked into his arms.  He stared down at it.  “Oh.  Oh, wow.  Amelia?”

Amelia gurgled a response.  Violet explained that she couldn’t speak.

Carson chuckled.  “With a mouth like that, I’m not surprised.  So she wants me to...”

“Treat her like she’s not human.  She has no say in what you do.  She wants you to use her.  Do everything you ever dreamed of, and she’ll moan for more.”

Amelia’s cheeks pinkened as Carson stared down at her.  “Oh, the things I’ll do.  Thank you, both of you, for this gift.  Um... do you have something I can wrap her in?  It’s cold out.”

They swaddled Amelia in a T-shirt that a few minutes ago would have been snug.  Now her entire body could be lost in it.  The last Violet saw of her was the O of her mouth crinkling to a grateful smile.

“Well,” said Violet, clapping her hands together.  “Bra time now?”  She tried not to show her nervousness.

Stella put up a hand.  “May I get a change first?”

Violet grinned.  “I figured you were still here for something.”  She studied the silver-scaled cheerleader.  “But I can’t get a read on what you’re after.  Exhibitionism, somehow?”

Stella nodded.  “This body’s... close.  But I want one that can walk down this hall naked, and not be indecent.”

“I could turn you into a silver mannequin, I suppose.  Not sure if the mall would go for that or not.  Nothing showing, but you’d still be undressed.”

“Undressed... mannequin,” mused Stella, then her face brightened.  “That’s it!  There’s some vacant stores, and the windows get used for random displays.  Can you put me in one?”

“I guess they rent the space out?  We should go to the information desk and ask.”

Ten minutes later and a laughably small amount of money poorer, Violet was the proud lessee of half a storefront, with a key to let her into the space.  She opened the door, and gestured for Stella to step inside.  “It’ll be your new home for... how long?  Just the weekend?”

Stella twirled in place, then held a pose.  “You leased it for a month.”

“Bailey wants to put up a Violet Bailey Creations sign.  Maybe get a real mannequin for when you’re not around and do a rotating display of our collection.”

“And I can drop in whenever I like to join the display?” asked Stella.

Violet smiled.  “Of course.  Do you want a dress, or just a scarf draped over your shoulders?”

“Just the scarf.  And take pictures, please?”

Bailey held up her phone.  “Of course.  Oh, could we get you to model some designs as a mannequin?  I could blow the pictures up and put them in the window when you’re not around.”

“That sounds great.”  Stella grinned impishly.  “Can I use that to pay for my changes?”

Violet looked over to Bailey, who nodded.  “I think we can work something out that’s mutually agreeable.  Ready to become a mannequin, stared at by all passers-by?”

“Am I ever!”  Stella darted out of the display and made it to the Venn Machine well before Violet did.  

Once Violet got there she saw Stella had set the Machine for two days.  When she stepped inside she asked,  “All weekend?  I’ll try to remember to be back in time when you change back.  You don’t want to be stuck in the display, do you?”

Stella shrugged.  “The latch was designed to be opened from inside.  I’ll be fine.”  She started undressing.

“Stella!”

“You need to see my body to get the details right, like with my scales, yes?”

Violet pinkened slightly, then nodded and got to work.  “Why doesn’t nudity bother you?”

Stella struck a pose.  “Because our bodies are beautiful, and shouldn’t be hidden.”

“Philosophically, I agree.  Though that’d put me out a job,” chuckled Violet.  “But it’s harder in practice.  And some of us look better in a dress.”

“Nonsense,” replied Stella.  “I’m sure you’d be beautiful without your dress.  Show me?”

Violet bit her lip, then nodded.  She slipped out of her dress, but left her bra and panties on.  Her silver pendant nestled in her cleavage, happily.

“Bra, too.”

Violet hesitated another moment, but a reassuring pat from her necklace set her hands to moving once more.  “There.  See?  Ugly duckling.”

“Hardly!” exclaimed Stella.  “You’re pretty.  Don’t let anyone else say otherwise.”

Violet shrugged, and started to put her clothes back on.  “Your mannequin form is done.”

“Do I look like me?” asked Stella, ignoring her clothes.

“The body does.  The face is a little more stylized, so nobody should realize who’s in the display.  I hope.  Is that okay?”

“Sounds good.  Will I be able to see?”

Violet nodded.  “You’ve got glassy looking eyes.  They should work.  Ready?”

At Stella’s nod, Violet gave a closer look.  “I didn’t see you put your clothes back on, but I can’t see them any more.  They’ll be part of you.”

“Handy.”

“Yeah, but if you’re not wearing them when I press the button, they are likely to reappear on the floor beside you when you change back.  You’ll be naked in the display.”

“I know.  Makes it more interesting.”

“Wow, you’re serious about this exhibitionism thing.  And yet, it doesn’t feel like a kink at all.  It’s not a turn-on for you.”

Stella shrugged.  “Nothing is.  I can’t feel arousal.”

“What?  What are you talking about?”

“Just what I said.  Damaged nerves, I don’t know.”  Stella poked her breast.  “I can feel touch just fine, but... it’s not... I mean, people say that this feels nice.  But I get nothing.”

Violet shook her head.  “That’s not fair!  Have you tried getting Venned into someone else?”

Stella hadn’t, but refused Violet’s offer.  She figured she hadn’t missed it for seventeen years, and was very much looking forward to being a mannequin.  So a moment later, she was.

Violet and Bailey carried Stella to their new display space, and set her up with a draped scarf and a hurriedly crafted sign for their business.  Bailey promised she’d get a proper one made up soon.

“But now it’s time for you to be my bra.  Ready?” asked Bailey she closed the display.

Violet twisted her tentacles together.  “Not entirely.  The distractions have helped, but...  I mean, every time before this that I got turned into a thing, you changed me back.  But that’s not the plan now.”

Bailey shook her head, and nudged Violet to start walking toward the Venn Machines.  “You’re going the full eight hours.”

“Oh.  Only eight hours?”  Violet giggled.  “I thought... nevermind what I thought.  Too used to months.”

“You’d have let me turn you into a bra for a month, trusting I’d change you back before you got into trouble?” asked Bailey incredulously.

Violet nodded.  “But I’d rather do the eight hour thing for my first time.”

“Okay.  But the next change is going to be for a month.  Trust.”

“But isn’t the next change turning you into a couch?”

Bailey nodded.  “So it is.  If you’re game, so am I.  I could be a couch for a month,” she pronounced, a tinge of wonder in her voice.

“Nooo!” wailed Violet playfully.  “Then we’d have to drag you back to the mall.”

“Tragic.  What if I was just a slip-cover for the couch?  A pretty satin sheet to drape over it.”  Bailey squirmed.  “Mmmh, just the thought of it makes me tingle.  You could put me on the bed, too.”

“Bailey!” protested Violet, a blush starting to form.

“Ah!  So you can still get flustered.  Something to do with Jimmy, hmmm?”

Jimmy was still waiting by the Venn Machine.  “Talking about me behind my back, are we?”

“I... er... talking about what Bailey will be for the next date.  A satin sheet for us to sit on.”

“Or do other things on,” cackled Bailey as Violet’s blush deepened.

“We could... play tiddlywinks!  The satin would make it extra challenging.”

Bailey started to giggle.  “Nut.  Thanks.”

“Any time.  So... are you going to be okay with this?” asked Jimmy.  “I will probably end up handling you some on this date.”

“I’m hoping for some serious groping, myself,” added Bailey.

Violet studied the two of them, but mostly Jimmy.  “You know, I’m starting to see Amelia’s point.  I’m not signing up for this just to get in to the movie for free.  Yes, I expect you two to have some fun.”

“But no boob-jobs while wearing you?”

Violet stuck out her tongue and made a  face.  “Is that how you’d treat your prettiest bra ever?”

Bailey giggled.  “You’re right.  It’d be a shame to stain my favourite bra.  Why, one might think I didn’t care for it.”  She turned on Jimmy.  “So no rough treatment, either.  Be nice to my bra, and you’ll be rewarded.”

Jimmy nodded seriously, but with a hint of a grin.  “Sounds promising.  By who?”

Bailey and Violet both giggled.  As Bailey set up the Venn Machine, Violet tried to take off her necklace.  It wrapped tightly around her hand and refused to budge.

Violet stepped over to the lockers and whispered to her necklace urgently, “Katie, let go.  If you go in with me, you’ll be part of the bra.”

The silver tentacles remained coiled tightly around her own.  Violet managed to get the necklace unlatched, but freeing her hand from it proved impossible.  Violet sighed, shoved her purse into the locker, and made sure to hide her hand from Bailey as she stepped into the Venn Machine.

“Ready?” asked Bailey after a minute.

“Will I be the prettiest bra you’ve ever worn?”

“The prettiest bra I’ve ever seen!”

Violet smiled, and gave her necklace a squeeze.  “Do it.”

A moment later she felt her body falling gently through the air.  Violet couldn’t see, but the way she drifted and twisted suggested she was made of the sheerest fabric.  Supporting Bailey might be a challenge, she thought.

Violet tried to call out to Katie, but got no response.  So she waited in a wispy heap on the floor, unable to do anything else.  The helplessness was hardly a new experience, after her frequent stints as a potted plant to the amusement of certain clients.  Being silky, she mused, felt far nicer than being part dirt and part pot.

She could feel Bailey’s familiar tread approach, and then a delightful whirling as her wispy form sailed through the air grasped by enormous fingers.  She faintly heard Bailey say something, but was too distracted by how the air currents teased at her to catch the meaning.

Violet had worried about feeling helpless for the  next eight hours, but as Bailey wriggled her arms into Violet’s stretchy fabric, she felt a mixture of amazement and arousal.  Once she was settled in place and could feel the rock-hard poking of Bailey’s arousal, she felt empowered knowing she could create such a reaction.

Bailey’s dress settled in place over Violet, snuggling her into place cozily.  Every breath shifted the fabric against Violet’s sensitive “skin”.  Every step made Bailey’s breasts heave, emphasizing Violet’s delicate nature.  She did little to confine the immense globes shaping her new body, and found every stretch invigorating.

During the movie there was little to feel other than Bailey’s gentle breathing, until a startling scene made Bailey breathe faster and burrow against Jimmy’s side.  Violet felt Jimmy’s comforting hand slide lower and drift over her.  Bailey’s purr of satisfaction expressed her feelings exactly.

Little more happened in the movie itself, but after a short drive Bailey slid her dress off, exposing Violet.  Jimmy’s hands teased over her delicately, teasing Bailey’s nipples to hardness once more.

Violet worried she was about to end up crumpled on the floor, but Bailey kept her on for everything.

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Many hours later, Violet woke as she became human once more.  She looked around the dim bedroom, recognized it as the spare room she usually slept in at Bailey’s.  She was tucked into bed, Bailey must have set her there after…  Violet grinned at the memories.  She sighed happily, then heard a matching sigh from the other side of the bed.

Violet rolled to her other side.  “Katie!  Oh no, was it traumatic being pawed by your brother?”

Katie shushed her, then giggled softly.  “That was not pawing.  It was amazing.”

“But… Brother?”

Katie sighed.  “I was trying not to think about that bit.  At least you talked them out of doing anything really nasty.”

“I might encourage them next time.  That was a bad idea, and imagine what Jimmy will think.”

“You can’t tell him!”

Violet rolled her eyes.  “I think he’ll figure it out when he sees you here.  You should still be in a locker in the mall.”

Katie’s eye went wide.  “Oh crap.  You have to hide me.”

Violet sighed.  “Another scheme?  Hasn’t this one caused enough chaos?”

“Please?” begged Katie.  “I’ll let you Venn me into anything.”

“I should like my necklace back.  I might make you immobile to avoid a repeat,” teased Violet.

“Okay.”

Violet got out of bed, noting that she was still dressed, and even had her coat on.  “Then let’s go.”

Katie and Violet snuck out of the house, and jogged to the mall.  At the Venn Machine Violet set the time for three days.

“Not a month?”

“I want to change things up.  And reduce the risk of losing you. What if someone had broken into my locker?”

Katie shivered.  “Okay.  Shorter times for helpless forms is good.”  She hopped into the Venn Machine.

Violet pulled up Katie’s history, and studied the necklace hanging in air.  “What to do…”  She blinked when she noticed the green circle phasing away.  “What did you do?”

Katie giggled.  “You can’t tell?”

Violet shrugged her tentacles.  “I don’t see anything amiss.”

Katie kept giggling until time was nearly up, then she fell to the floor as a silver-tentacled necklace once more.  Violet curled her tentacles around her new acquisition, and only then discovered that splitting her tentacles into fingertips was no longer possible.  “Katie!  You scamp.”

The necklace just blinked up at her innocently.

Violet chuckled as she put the necklace on, then headed back to Bailey’s.  She peeked in on her friend before going to bed, and was surprised to see her sleeping alone.  After touching a tentacle to her necklace for reassurance, she slipped into bed beside her.  

Bailey stirred, and stared into Violet’s eyes.  “Not a dream?”

“Nope.  Where’s Jimmy?”

“Went home after we’d had some fun.”

Violet giggled.  “I remember that part.  Did you take pictures of me?  Was I pretty?”

“Stunningly so.  Sheer and sparkly and golden.  Made it look like my boobs were magic.”

Violet brushed a tentacle over the aforementioned body part.  “They are.  They’ve enchanted me as well.”

Bailey leaned in to kiss Violet.  “So you liked being my bra?  You’d do it again?”

“Why, did Jimmy think it was hot?”

Bailey bit her lip and nodded.  “So did I.  I so want to go all the way wearing you.”

“I...”  Violet looked away.  “I have to tell you something.  Katie didn’t end up in my locker.  She changed with me.”

Violet’s necklace squirmed in protest.  “Shush, you.  Bailey will keep your secret.  I’m not keeping this from her.”

“Whose idea was that?” asked Bailey a little too softly.

“Hers.  She clung to me and wouldn’t let go.  She’s repented... sort of.  But we have to deal with this.  Katie has a crush on me, or something.”

“Or something.  Jimmy says she’s in love with you.  Head over heels.  And it’s no schoolgirl crush.”

The necklace squirmed helplessly.  Violet brushed a tentacle over it, let it squeeze her.  “Is this true?”

Hesitantly, Katie squeezed once for yes.

“Oh.  Wow.  I...  What am I supposed to do?  I love you, Bailey.  I’m game to share with Jimmy, but how does Katie fit in?”

Bailey brushed a finger over the silver necklace.  “She’s very pretty like this.  Would she let you... keep her?”

Violet nodded slowly.  “She offered.  But she has to go back to class, study, all that stuff.  Doesn’t she?”

Katie squeezed Violet’s tentacle twice.

Violet stared down at her necklace.  “Would you really be okay being my jewelry and dresses?”  In response to a quick squeeze she added, “That's not a life, kit-kat.”

The necklace let go of Violet’s tentacle and curled up into a ball.  Violet petted it softly.  “Tomorrow we’ll turn you into a person.  An adult, like we promised.  Then we can talk about all this properly.  Okay?  I’m not saying no.  Just… This is going to be complicated.  You can’t keep throwing drama bombs at us.”

The necklace uncurled and formed a heart.

Violet smiled, and snuggled up to Bailey.  “Goodnight.”