Carol woke to find Min studying the remnants of her bra, torn to shreds in Carol’s excitement the previous night.  “I, uh... guess she got the full experience.”

Min sighed.  “Yeah.  Trina made a pretty bra, and so comfortable.  I was hoping to wear her again today.”

“Take her to the Venn Machine and ask.  After last night, I bet she’ll say yes.”

Min gathered up the scraps she could find and heaped them into a pile.  The bra had started out as a lacy pink confection.  It hadn’t needed any structural strength to hold her unnaturally light breasts.  Now it was just scraps, and made a sad little pile.  “I hope this is all of her.  Or at least enough to count.”

“Well, if we get it wrong, she’s only out for the day.  I think that looks like most of it, but if you lay back I’ll try solving the jigsaw on your breasts.”  Carol wagged her eyebrows at her husband suggestively.

Max snorted, and tapped his throat to change his voice.  “We’d never make it to the mall.”

To emphasize his point, he dug out the chest-binder that he hadn’t used in weeks, and used it to tamp his breasts down.  Carol pouted to see them go away, and her lower lip stuck out even further when Max used the air pump to deflate his hips.  “But weekends are Min time,” Carol protested.

“I need some Max time, to balance out last night.”

“What was wrong with last night?  The sex was fantastic.”

Max grinned at the memories.  “Oh yeah, it was.  Min loved it.  I was... less than an observer, once you took over.  Min tumbled me down the rabbit hole, and left me there until morning.”

“That’s not my fault!” protested Carol.

“No, but it did leave me out of balance with Min.  Too much time like that, and there’s only Min, which wouldn’t be good for my job.”

Carol tried to keep her pout going, but Max’s determination outlasted it.  “I suppose,” she sighed.  “Could you really turn into just Min?”

Max nodded.  “Yeah.  That sinking thing we learned last night?  It’s pretty easy to turn the other side right off.  Staying that way too long feels... hrm.  Dangerous isn’t the right word, exactly.  Min is still me in a fundamental way.  I wouldn’t be gone, just... subsumed.”

“That sounds kind of gone to me.”

Max shook his head.  “No more so than the college-age girl I met and fell in love with is gone.  You’re not her any more, but she’s still part of you.  Right?”

Carol’s gaze went to a party far away and long ago.  A smile teased at her lips.  “Yeah.  That Carol was pretty wild.”

“Says the giantess who tore my bra to shreds...”

Carol shrugged.  “You seemed to enjoy it at the time.  Hopefully Trina did...  I guess we should get ready so we can fix the mess.”

“Please.”

They showered and breakfasted almost as efficiently as they did on work days.  There was a little extra canoodling, but Max being firmly in male mode kept Carol on track.

Before long they made it to the mall, and Max set a sad little pile of wispy scraps in the open Venn Machine.  He leaned through the other door and saw her stunned look, she was barely standing.  When the timer expired, he helped her stumble to a nearby chair, where she sat heavily.

“Earth to Trina, are you there?”

Trina nodded slowly.  “I was... just a bra.  No worries.  No thinking, really.”

“Yeah,” explained Max, “that was Teknomancy, they have a way to put your normal mind into a trance and let your new shape’s mind take over.  I guess a bra doesn’t have one?”

Trina shook her head, looking slightly more animated.  “Nope.  It was amazing.”

“Amazing?” asked Carol.

“Yeah.  Normally my head is spinning with worries and doubts.  But a bra has nothing to worry about.”  She lifted her head for the first time, and the intensity of her gaze startled Max.  “I want to go back.”

“To being my bra?  Sure, you missed out on the rest of the day I promised.  We’ll try to take better care of you this time.”

Trina hopped up and was into the Venn Machine before Max finished speaking.  He glanced to Carol for reassurance before stepping into the other side.  “Did you know you set it for a year?  I can change you back tomorrow, but you’re putting a lot of faith in me.”

“Better you than me.”

“Sorry?”  Max looked confused.  “You don’t trust yourself?”

Trina shook her head emphatically.  “I make terrible decisions.  Bras don’t have to make any decisions.”

“How do you know this isn’t another of those decisions?”

Trina smiled at him wanly.  “It probably is.  But I can stop worrying.  I have already.  It’s...”  Her smile bloomed.  “It’s wonderful.  I don’t have to do anything, ever again.”

“You’re sure about this?”

“Of course not.  I’m never sure about anything.  Stop trying to make me second-guess myself.  I leave myself in your hands, you make better decisions than I do.”

Max nodded sharply.  “That I can do for you.”  He called up Trina’s history, and a moment later a lacy pink bra was fluttering to the ground where she had been.

Min scooped up her perfect bra, and started peeling off Max’s shirt right there in front of everyone.  She blinked down at her chest.  “Didn’t I have a binder on?”

“It was venned,” said Carol.  “I guess you shouldn’t have worn it into the Venn Machine.  At least you left the wig at home.”

Min settled the bra in place, then partially buttoned up Max’s shirt to leave the bra peeking out.  She wriggled happily in delight, making her newly-freed breasts shimmy.

Carol grinned to see it.  “All Min?”

Min shook her head.  “Sharing.  Max felt how excited I was, and let me run things for a bit.  He’s still here, enjoying being sexy for you.  He’s getting much more relaxed about being a woman.  You might be able to talk him into going femme full time someday.”   Min winced, then shook her head again.  “Or not.  Still, this is a good deal.”

“It’s okay,” reassured Carol.  “Best of both worlds, really.  No complaints here.  Well... mostly no complaints.”

Min raised an eyebrow curiously.  “What could you possibly have to complain about?”

“Max won’t use the remote on me.”

Min touched her throat, and it was Max that answered.  “Are you serious?”

Carol rolled her eyes.  “I didn’t buy it for decoration.  Do I need to spell it out for you?”

Max sighed and looked away.  “Min says yes.  You should do exactly that, because I won’t do what you want unless you’re explicit about it.”

“Why?  I’ve given you blanket permission to use it, why do I have to keep asking?”

“Once, months ago.  Surely you must see how rape-y the idea looks to me?”  Max whispered the last sentence.

“You weren’t this reluctant when you found the little doll on the kitchen table.  Why not?” asked Carol.

Max winced.  “Can we not have this conversation here, in public?”

Carol licked her lips.  “On one condition.”

Max chuckled softly.  “I can guess.  Sure.  If you put it in my hand, I will use your remote.”

Carol scooped Max up and jogged to the car with him over her shoulder.

Once they were back home, Carol sprinted for the bedroom.  By the time Max had caught up with her, she’d found the remote.  Carol pressed it into his hands.  “There.  I expect you to use this.  Frequently.”

“What you expect is... for me to be someone different.  Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me.  How is this hard?”

Max shook his head.  “You want me to make you helpless.”  He pressed the smaller button, and Carol’s lips reshaped into a doll’s.  “You can’t talk like this.  You can barely communicate.  And if I use the other, you can’t do anything at all.”  He pressed the smaller button again.

“That’s the whole damn point!”

“Say it.”

“I want you to turn me into a helpless doll and have your way with me.”

“For how long?” asked Max, his mild voice a distinct contrast to Carol’s.

“I don’t care.”

Max tutted and shook his head.  “No.  Be specific.”

“No.  You decide.  Turn me into a toy for as long as you want.”

Max smiled abruptly.  “That will do.”  He pressed both buttons, and the lifelike doll version of his wife tumbled to the bed.

Max took his time then, humming softly to himself as he carefully undressed his wife-doll, and arranged her artfully in the bed.  Then he took off his own clothes, folded them carefully, and stacked them with exaggerated care on his dresser.  The only piece he left on was a pink and lacy bra that made his breasts look especially lovely.

Max started slowly, brushing a fingertip over her shoulder, down her hip.  One brush at the base of a breast, then away.  He moved slowly, teasingly, knowing it would drive his wife mad with lust.  He also carefully pulled Min’s consciousness higher, letting her insights guide his hands until they were both moving in synchrony.

Only then did they proceed to make love to their doll, fixing that thought in their minds.  Doll, not woman.  Doll, not wife.  Not a person, just a thing to play with, to learn how to be one with.

They murmured their doll mantra together as they proceeded further with the caressing, allowing their arousal to build at a carefully measured pace, always in sync.  As their slow, gentle lovemaking progressed, they thought less and less about trying to stay in sync, falling into rhythms that worked well for both minds sharing the body.

Their efforts built and built to a crashing crescendo, then they cuddled up beside their doll and napped.

Max woke and stretched, luxuriating in the pleasant ache of a well-exercised body.  He sighed softly as he felt Min stir in his mind.  Their blending had lasted all through the lovemaking, but not the nap, to his disappointment.  He tugged on her mind, bringing her toward communion once more, but she resisted.

“Together is good,” murmured Min softly, taking his voice without asking.  “But I still want to be me.  Some of the time.”

Max chuckled softly, and hugged his arms around himself.  “Mmm.  I feel you.  We’re closer than before, but still distinct.”  He turned to brush a hand over his wife’s unmoving cheek.  “We really did a number on her.”

“It,” claimed Min.  “It is a very good dolly.”

Max patted the doll again, then wriggled away from it.  He slipped off to the ensuite to freshen up, then at Min’s urging ran a nice bath for them to relax in.  Just before stepping in, he stripped off their bra and set it beside the sink.  “Mmm, I wonder what our pretty bra thinks of all this.”

“Bath first,” murmured Min.  “Then let’s go ask.”

Soaping up their breasts proved distracting, but not nearly as distracting as giving Max’s removable bits a proper clean.  That led to the discovery that he could reverse it, and the feeling of using it on herself was exquisite.  Min took the lead when Max slowed, and nudged his mind downward, inward, until he resided entirely in his tackle.

Once she was out of the tub and properly dry, Min picked up Max and studied his translucent form.  “I can feel you in there.  You like this.”  Max twitched happily in her hands.  Min caressed his form and his mind.  “Stay a while.”  Max relaxed limply.

Min carried him back to bed, and put him on the pillow beside his wife.  “Aww, what a lovely couple you make.  Toy love.”  She giggled, then sighed.  “But I suspect a trip to the Venn Machine is in our future, and I’d hate to lose you.”

When Min put Max’s privates back where they belonged, his mind bubbled up inside her.  “Thanks.  That was fun.”

“You’d let me turn you into a toy again?  Because... I totally would.”

“Good.  Maybe next time you’ll even use me.  I think a certain giant doll would love that.  Especially if you go full on femme.  We need to get you something seriously hot to wear.”

Min took over their voice again, and giggled.  “You’d like that, wouldn’t you.  Seeing your alter ego look hot.  This is your body too...”  She turned and posed fetchingly in view of the mirror.

“And a damn sexy one at that,” growled Max.

Min smirked.  “Down boy.  Or we’ll never fit in those hip-hugging jeans.”

It was nearly noon by the time they were dressed and ready to leave.  Max glanced back at the bed, where his wife was still resting as a doll.  “Are you sure about leaving it like that?”

Min shrugged.  “We felt sure about it at the time.  It wanted to be just a doll, so we should follow through.  I think we’re more dominant together than we are apart, I can feel your hesitation, too.  But it said...”

“As long as I want.  Still... something’s missing.  Ah!”  Min rooted around in his wife’s bedside table, and pulled out her favourite toy.  “This should keep it busy.”

A moment later it was buzzing away inside the doll.  They swore they could see the doll’s expression change, its round mouth crinkling into the slightest of grins.

“Let’s go shopping!”

*** *** ***

At the mall, Max made a beeline for the Venn Machines.  He set the Trina bra inside, then waited.  Trina didn’t cancel immediately, so he stepped into the other side.  “Well?”

Trina sighed.  “How long was that?”

“Just the morning, it’s Saturday afternoon.  You have a job, Trina.  A life.  You’re worth more than a bra is.”

Trina snorted.  “You should see what my bras cost.”

“That’s right, we were going to fix that problem.  Smaller, or the same size but lighter and squishier?  You already have bras that fit...”

“Bra, please.”

Max shook his head.  “I don’t wear a bra to work, you’d be stuck in a drawer all week.”

“So?”

“You said you make terrible decisions,” Max said, pointing at her for emphasis.  “I’m telling you, a week as a bra would definitely be one of those.”

“I’ve got the vacation time.”

Max bowed his head.  “Fine.  Next week, once I’ve seen your vacation paperwork, I’ll turn you into a bra and sneak you in under my shirt.  But this week... you work.  And try to figure out why you don’t want to be human.”

Trina sighed mournfully.  “If I must.  I liked not thinking.”

“Don’t need to be venned for that.  Granted, it’s cheaper than alcohol...  But for now, human.  With squishy boobs.”

Before long, Trina was studying herself in the mirror.  “I think I lost a cup size, too.  This bra was always a bit tight, but now it’s comfy.”

“The Venn Machines always adjust your clothes to fit.”

Heedless of the passers-by, Trina unbuttoned her blouse.  She unclipped the hooks of her front-opening bra then squealed with surprise as her breasts foomped outward, expanding to triple their normal size in moments.  “You said you’d make them smaller!”

“I just tried to make them squishable.”

When their combined efforts failed to return Trina’s breasts to their constraints, they used the Venn Machine once more.  Max kept Trina’s breasts squishiness, but reduced them to a cup below their original size.  As as the timer phased away he saw her mournful downward look.  “Bigger?”

“A bit, please?”

A few taps later, Trina emerged with her breasts still in full view, perhaps two cups bigger than normal.  This time when she closed her bra over them, they obediently shrank to fit.  “Much better.”

Trina jumped up and down, and then made the most remarkable sound, somewhere between a schoolgirl giggle and a hiccup.  “They don’t hurt!  I can jump, and they don’t hurt!”

Max grinned at her reaction, then yelped as Trina tackled him with an overly enthusiastic hug.  “I take it you’re okay with being human?”

Trina nodded eagerly.  “I... might end up taking a raincheck on that bra thing.”

Max chuckled softly.  “I’m in no hurry to fill my wardrobe with people.  Maybe you’ll find someone who likes foam rubber boobs.”

Trina clutched her chest experimentally, squishing her breasts dramatically.  “Huh.  I bet I could wear a B-cup bra.  Wouldn’t that make for a fun surprise!”

Min tapped her throat to summon the right voice.  “Then let’s go buy you some!  I bet we can find you something extra pretty.”

Trina cheered, and soon they were exploring parts of the lingerie shops she’d never ventured into before.  Discovering that she could actually wear pretty bras instead of bras built for strength was a marvel, and Max encouraged her to buy several.  They also surprised several salesgirls along the way, when Trina went into the change room with G-cup breasts and B-cup bras, and emerged wearing the latter successfully.

After that, Trina needed new tops to fit her new outline.  After she had an armload of clothes, Max asked how long she intended to stay as she was.

“Months.  Years maybe.  This is sooo much better than before, you can’t even imagine.  Or... maybe you can.  Have you ever had breasts so heavy it feels like just moving requires careful planning, and jogging is right out?”

Min shook her head.  Max took their voice and added, “You can strengthen your back with the Venn Machines.  I think it even does it somewhat automatically.  So... few people really know what you’ve gone through.  More to the point, though... we only changed you for a day.  If you want to stay like this, we need to change you for longer.”

Trina grinned.  “Okay!  No sneaky turning me into a bra this time, I want to see what this body can do.”

Max then explained Phil’s role as guardian of the Venn Machine, and paid him to watch over both of them.

When Trina emerged she gave Max a huge hug and kiss.  “Thank you so much!  I feel like a new woman.”

Max chuckled.  “I’m just glad Carol wasn’t around to see that.  Oh... Oh dear.”

“What?”

“I left her at home, stuck as a sex doll.  Her idea, but... maybe this was a bit on the long side.  I should go.”

Trina blew him a kiss.  “See you at work!”

Max and Min fretted all the way home.  When they got to the bedroom, they smiled at the vision there.  Carol was in bed where they’d left her, and the vibrator was still running, though it was definitely weakening, and on its last legs.  “Time for fresh batteries?” asked Min.

“Mmm, I think it’s time to show why humans are better than toys.  Join me?”

Max stripped out of his shirt and skirt efficiently, then knelt at the foot of the bed.  He hadn’t practiced meditation in some time, but it felt the right place to start.  As his mind cleared, he felt Min stilling her own, breathing with his breath as their body relaxed.  When they did move, it was with the same quiet deliberation they’d used before.  Slow and gentle gave way to methodical and steady, before leading up to a frenzy of action and back down.

As they cuddled beside Carol’s immense, inert body, they sighed.  “Time to face the piper.”

The moment her remote freed her to move, Carol grabbed her sweetie tight.  “I should suffocate the both of you for that.”

Max’s grin had a touch of Min’s sauciness in it.  “It would only be fair.”

“Hmf.  You’d like it too much.  How long was I a doll?”

“All day.  It’s dinner time.  You said as long as I wanted.”

Carol nodded.  “I did.”

“Too long?”

Carol glanced at the remote.  “No.  I...”

“What, you’d like to be a doll all weekend?  I don’t have that kind of stamina.  You’d just be lying there most of the time.”

“As long as there are fresh batteries...”

Min was the one to giggle at that.  “I’m sure something can be arranged.  Have fun, love.”  She pressed both buttons, then prepared a new toy for Carol’s entertainment before covering her up and leaving the room.

“Are you sure that was a good idea?” asked Max.

Min’s response was to push Max’s mind down and down, then concentrate it in his removable bits once more.  She plucked out his member, and made good use of it.  Once she’d had her fun, she gave Max control once more.

Once Max was capable of forming coherent thoughts he chuckled.  “Fine.  Point taken.  Dinner?”

Max and Min worked together to cook a simple meal for one.  Once they were done eating, Max asked, “How long should we wait?”

Min shrugged their shoulders.  “If we keep playing with it from time to time, our doll will probably be happy to stay that way indefinitely.  Especially if we make it clear it is a very good toy, indeed.”

After a round of petting and reassurance for their very good toy, Max and Min decided they needed a little time away from it.  They fitted a dildo into the piston-box Max had made some months ago, set the little Carol doll inside, and started it going.  “That should keep them busy,” giggled Min.

Max didn’t admit his jealousy out loud, but when he felt his mind get tugged toward his detachable parts, he actively dove into them.  Min detached him, and held him in her hand.  “You don’t want to be a toy.”

Max wiggled in disagreement, but when his mind filtered back up to settle beside Min’s he found himself nodding.  “Too small.  Fun for a bit, you should try it.”

Min cooed and agreed, but when she slithered down into his body to find a place to settle, she chose a different spot instead, and dared him to use his detachable part on her.

Max chuckled softly.  “We’ll never get anywhere at this rate.”  The zing she felt from her nethers proved more than distracting enough from that concern.

*** *** ***

Max woke when his body rolled off the couch.  He stumbled to the bathroom, peed without thinking much about the need to sit down, tidied up, then snuggled into bed beside the warm, still body of his wife.

In the morning, he spent half an hour apologizing to Min for what he’d done.  Min eventually stopped him by shoving his mind back down where hers had been for a time, stilling and simplifying him until he felt like being a body part was natural.  She then went about her morning as if everything were normal.  She had a little breakfast, put on some laundry, then showered and had a little fun with her occupied bits.  Afterward she needed to pee, and felt it was only fair...

“Okay,” agreed Max after he was released.  “I get it.  Being a part is... kind of fun.  It felt oddly normal to be used like that.”

“But you don’t want to be a part,” Min replied.  “I don’t want to be just a part of you, either.  We should go find Joanne, and see if we can take the next step.”

“Are you sure?  You were worried earlier...”

“About not being me, afterward.  Who would we be?  We’ve been close enough that I have a feel for it now.  I thought it would be scary, but it feels right.”

Max nodded for both of them.  “Then we’ll do it.”

Getting to the point where they both wanted to merge proved the easier part of that puzzle.  Finding Joanne again in the middle of the day was difficult.  Teknomancy wasn’t open in the afternoon.  They returned promptly at opening time, and found it mostly empty.  Unsurprising for a Sunday night, but still disappointing.  No Joanne, and the bartender had no contact information for her.  He did promise to pass on a note, so Max gave him a brief message and his phone number to pass along.

Max and Min returned home, and settled into the simple domesticity of making a late dinner, eating, and cleaning up after themselves.  They checked in on Carol, and smiled as they disrobed.  “Joanne did say meditation helped,” they murmured as they approached their doll-wife.  To ensure the doll would not be distracted from them, they turned the piston-box off, and removed the dildo from the tiny doll inside.

They approached Carol with reverence, gently working their way up her body from the toes, inward from the arms, kneading and touching and stroking their way toward her core.  They moved as one as they teased the doll, suckled on the doll, made gentle then frenetic love to the doll.

In the end, they felt more energized than sated, and studied Carol’s smiling form.  Max reached down to remove his tackle, and they cupped Carol’s hands to set it there.  Then they gently kissed her lips as they used the remote to wake her.

Carol lay there quietly for some time after the kiss had broken, then slowly sat up.  She studied the naked, very female looking form in front of her, and glanced down to what was sitting in her hands.  “Min?”

“Yes.  No.  Both, and...”  Min shook her head.  “Min.  For now.  We had it, for a while.  Could you tell?”

Carol smiled at her love.  “Yes.  Good?”

“Amazing.”  Min’s beatific smile provided more answer than the word.

“Where’s Max?”

Min’s grin grew mischievous.  “In your hands.  Your toy, until he’s needed for work tomorrow.”

“And if I want to strap him on and use him to make you scream?”

Min bowed her head.  “It would only be fair, Mistress.”

Carol giggled.  “Oh, we’re going to have some fun.”