" I wonder if..." one of the Babses said, and held out a hand like he'd seen the original do. A white smooth object with a dial on appeared out of thin air and fell on her. She gave a squeak. Being pulled out from underneath it by a couple of her fellows, she said, "Yes! I can access the same pocket space as usual."<br/><br/>She scrambled to her feet and looked up at Wolfort. "That's a buttplug of transformation, can change her into anything from a pillow to a rabbit skin rug. Or I can pull out the carving knife or roasting spit. I think I'd enjoy waking up with my face buried in my own pussy, or on a spit."