What? When? Why? How?

"Damn it!" Xander grumbled as he failed for the third time to wake Anya from her slumber. The only person in the apartment who knew how the damn bewitched butt plugs worked and she was not waking up. Peeeerhaps he had gone a little overboard last night and used Anya's birthday gift a teensy bit too much.

Xander took a second to rethink what he had been told. Color coded for the most part although you had to experiment to find out what gem did what as there was no master list. Hence his notebook. The plugs caused personality changes, body part changes and wardrobe changes. The plugs could cause hypnosis... and... and... programmable plugs... maybe?

"Fuck my shitty memory." Xander snapped. "Like a goddamn human etch-a-sketch. Forget shit every time I dare to move."

Shaking himself Xander decided on what to do. First he was going to go out into the living room and shut the treasure chest, then he was going to deaw the curtains shut. Hopefully that would work to snap Willow and Tara out of their hypnotic haze.

Then he was going to give Willow shit for peaking in the chest. Because it had to be Willow. Willow who did not respect boundaries if she was even mildly curious.

Mind made up Xander stepped out of his bedroom to an unexpected sight.

Tara and Willow were still there standing next to his coffee table. But they werent as he left them. They were both now in costume.

Tara was wearing brown cowboy boots, brown leather chaps with only a small brown bikini bottom on under the chaps, no top but a small brown leather vest with buttons straining to hold back Tara's chest, and a brown cowboy hat pushed back on her head. In Tara's hands was a lasso which lead to Willow who had been lassoed about the waist. Willow was wearing a cow print bikini, a pink collar with a cowbell dangling down between her breasts, which had massively expanded to ludicrous proportions that had to be at least an M cup.

"The fuck? How the...." Xander muttered. They had been zoned out in a hypnotic haze when he had run into his room to wake Anya and he had been in there for less then five minutes. "When did this... who put the plugs in?"

Suddenly Tara turned to face Xander at the sound of his voice and reaching up with her free hand she tipped her hat to him, in a bold and brassy slightly southern accent Tara started talking. "Howdy, Mister H, took me a bit but I found your lost cow. Brought Willow back to the ranch lickety split. Just in time too, looks like Willow is about ready t'burst if you ask me."

Willow mooed suggestively as she leaned her newly massive chest torward Tara. Tara reached over, placed her hand under the nearest boob and gave Willow's left breast an experimental lift, weighing it almost. "Yeah, she needs a milking something fierce, Mister H."

"You gotta be fucking kidding me." Xander stared.

"Naw, I wouldnt do that to you, Mister H. I know my job and I'm damn good at it, Mister H. So when it comes to breaking wild horses in for ya and taking care of yer cows, ya know you can trust my word." Tara made her point by reaching up and gently squeezing Willow's nipple causing a stream of milk to shoot out.

Xander groaned, "Why is this happening to me?"