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—And so, ladies and gentlemen, the stage vagabond vanishes! —Jacques announced grandly, accompanying his words with a wave of his hand. A light fog swirled around the box, obscuring its outline, while beams of light alternated with quick flashes, creating the illusion of magical sparks.
The bored woman in the green dress from the third row tilted her head slightly, chuckled softly, and smirked just a little. Her gaze sparkled from under thick lashes, and her lips moved almost imperceptibly as she murmured:
—An ‘unexpected adventure’ for the assistant, huh?
The spell the witch whispered was barely audible, and a small glowing orb drifted from her hand, shooting toward the box as soon as she finished. Jacques, with an artful slowness, unlocked the box and revealed its empty interior to the audience. He circled around it, showing the crowd that the assistant had vanished, expertly keeping their attention, while Nick, inside, began to feel an odd sensation ripple through his body. Suddenly, the dark space felt tighter, but Nick figured it was just the heat and cramped walls—nothing out of the ordinary.
In the dark confines, Nick noticed a strange tingling spreading over his chest. His shirt seemed to grow tighter, with small pulsations under the fabric becoming more noticeable. Suddenly, his chest was overtaken by warmth, then a pulsing pressure. His chest swelled, pushing forward, his body changing shape as something soft and heavy began to fill out the front of his shirt. It became harder to breathe, as the odd pressure encircled his chest.
He tried to shift to make space for the strange weight and unfamiliar shape on his chest, but any movement only increased the discomfort. His chest pressed against the inner wall of the box, forcing him back.
Then he felt something tickling his shoulders and back—soft, light touches like feathers brushing against him. At first, he didn’t understand what it was until he felt a weight spreading over his back, as if his head were surrounded by long, thick hair. It slid down his neck, brushing his shoulders and grazing every inch of his skin. While Nick tried to understand what was happening and find a comfortable position, his hips began to widen, filling the tight space of the box behind him. He sensed that something thin and tight was wrapping around his legs. His backside felt unexpectedly larger, muscles stretched and compressed, and he suddenly realized his thighs were encased in something that fit like a second skin. 'What… is… happening?' he shouted in his mind.
Then, just below his chest, he felt something pressing firmly against his waist, squeezing it tighter and tighter, until every breath seemed to echo in his ribs, as if an invisible force were pulling in his sides. Strong pressure encased his hips and legs.