Audience Request

"All right, then. Quite a few ideas. I think I may have just the thing," the Magician smiled after hearing the suggestions. He whispered off stage, and grasped Marisol by the arm as she tried to retreat. "First, it should be something simple."

Stagehand Robert came onto the stage, carrying a plain wooden stool, and a roll of paper about 4" wide. He placed it beside Marisol, who was clad in a black sports bra and boy shorts, then helped the Magician lift her onto it. She glared at them both, but stayed put, as Robert handed the paper to the Magician.

"Second," the Magician continued, "it should be cheap, which is why we're just going to use this roll of paper." He set the end of the roll against Mari's right hip, and began rolling it down her thigh, unspooling the paper so it wrapped around her, until her leg was completely covered in a sort of paper tube all the way down to her ankle. "Mari, can you bend your leg?"

"Nope- it's tight, and really stiff," she shook her head. "I can't bend it even a little bit." She wiggled her ankle and foot. "That works, though..."

"Good," the Magician smiled. "That will become important shortly, because, third- it should be a compression illusion." He grasped her right foot across the arch with his right hand, then reached back with his left hand, placing it firmly behind her butt.

"Hey!"

"Sorry, Mari, I need the leverage." He gently twisted her foot back and forth, just a bit, and gradually, the edges of the rolls of paper slid together, the tube around her leg becoming shorter and shorter. "This takes quite a bit of effort," he managed, as she looked down at her leg, shortening along with the tube.

Mari scowled. "I wasn't complaining about you squeezing my butt- you're free to do that whenever you want- I was complaining because you're not even going to stick me inside a tiny box!"

The Magician chuckled. "Our audience requested as little cover as possible, Marisol." He finished pressing her foot and hip towards each other, leaving just about the 4" width of the paper between them. "And see the results..." Quickly, he unrolled the long strip of paper from around her leg back onto the roll. Mari sighed in relief, then wiggled and flexed her bare foot, and moved it from side to side. The Magician gently grasped her shoulders and spun her around a complete rotation on the stool, allowing the audience to see her now very abridged limb, and compare it with her much longer left leg. The skin on both was dark and smooth, bare and natural, stretched over toned muscles, but the right one appeared almost cartoonishly short.

"You know how tough this is going to make it for me to dance?" Mari stuck her tongue out. "Unless I'm on a mountainside, of course." The Magician started wrapping the paper around her left arm. "I still prefer to be stuck in a tiny box," she smirked as she held it out straight for him at the shoulder.

"No guarantees, Mari, but I'll see what we can do." He finished wrapping her left arm. "How's that feel?"

Mari wiggled her left hand and fingers. The paper stretched all the way from her armpit to just past her wrist. "Again, tight. I can't move anything inside there."

The Magician stepped behind her, put one hand on her right shoulder, and grasped her left hand with his. "Good, because it shows the audience-" He started wiggling her hand again, and the rolled paper around her arm began sliding together. "-There's no way you're bending your arm when I do this." He paused, her arm now half the length it was before. She wiggled her fingers, and kept them moving as he started twisting again. When he let go of her hand, it was only the 4" width of the paper away from her shoulder. She waved to the audience and smiled as he unwrapped the limb, then turned her on the stool again.

Marisol grabbed her left leg with her right arm, and pulled her knee up to her face, balancing carefully. "Better do this while I still can," she smiled, and wiggled her right foot and left hand. "Which part's next?"

The Magician put his hand on her left shoulder. She let go of her leg and straightened out her arm as he slid his fingers along it, and looked back at him and smiled. He wrapped the roll of paper around her right arm from shoulder to wrist, then gently twisted it left and right, compressing it like her left arm. He removed the paper.

Marisol held both her hands up on shortened arms, waving them left and right, then patting her face. "Can't even comb my hair now." She reached down as far as she could. Her arms came to her waist. "Or... You're cruel, you know that." She reached up and squeezed her breasts. "At least I can still reach these."

The Magician wrapped up her left leg, and compressed it the same way he'd done to all her other limbs. Mari wiggled her hands and feet, carefully balancing on the stool. She smiled. "Oh, hey, this will make for some interesting possibilities, position-wise, I think."

"You sound like you want your boyfriend to ravage you right here and now, Marisol."

"Oh please." Mari rolled her eyes.

"What- a sudden case of modesty? From you?"

Marisol grinned. "No, a case of no boyfriend. The prude. Though I do know a certain couple who might be up for a ménage à trois." She put her hand to her forehead, tilting her head down to reach, and looked past the stage lights. "They might be in the audience now, actually..."

"Marisol, my dear, I do have some standards for my performances. Besides, I believe there's certain local laws..."

"Spoil sport," Mari stuck out her tongue.

The Magician smiled. "I can't let you have too much fun. You're supposed to be working, my lovely assistant." He pulled out the roll of paper again, and started wrapping it around her waist, winding it upwards.

Mari looked down, and moved her hands to the bottom of her sports bra, flipping it up as much as she was able. "This should help-"

"- You indulge your exhibitionist side," the Magician broke in. "But yes, it does." She pushed her breasts up and he wrapped the paper right up under them, then he pulled the sports bra off. She grinned, and squeezed her assets for the audience. "Okay, hold on."

"Holding!" Mari cried as the Magician put his hand on her shoulders, and pressed gently. Slowly, the wrapping slid into itself, and the girl's torso shortened along with it, until the paper was only 4" wide, and the Magician removed it. She let go of her breasts, and looked down. Her belly-button was almost between them. "Oh," she gasped, then breathed in. "Hmm. That's different. Well, internal organs are probably over-rated anyway." She wiggled some more. "Hey, now I can reach my panties!" She hooked her fingers on the sides and pushed her boy shorts down, then wriggled and stepped out of them. "All right, now I'm ready to have some fun!" Mari did a careful little jig on top of the stool.

The Magician smiled. "Sorry, my lovely Marisol- but I'm not quite done yet. You know how I always like to take things to extremes!" He took the paper wrapper and quickly wound it all around her, up what remained of her arms and legs, over the rest of her torso, and up her neck. She looked at him and blinked a few times. He smiled back, and began twisting and pushing.

"Hey now, wait a-" she protested, but he kept on compressing her body. He turned the stool in a full circle, and removed the paper with a florish, showing the results to the audience.

Marisol- or what was left of her- stood on the stool. What was left of her was, well, not much. Her head was intact, as well as her hair, which hung down around the stool. Where her neck should have been, instead, were both her hands, and her feet, though her hair obscured exactly how they were attached. She blinked and looked as the Magician held up a mirror for her.

"My boobs! Where'd they go?" She plunged her fingers into her hair, feeling around. "Well, at least you left me my pussy... though I bet if someone fucked me, I'd end up deep throating them at the same time!"

"Now, Marisol, language, please," the Magician teased. "Anyway, I did promise to see what I could do about putting you in a tiny box." He gathered up her hair and wrapped it around her head, then took the wrapping paper, and tore off a strip lengthwise, only about an inch wide. He quickly wrapped it all around her body, then squeezed, until everything fit between his hands. He held the ball of paper on his palm, and reached into his back pocket, pulling out a box, sized for a ring. He unwrapped the paper, and put the entirety of Marisol, compressed to fit, inside, then snapped the box shut.

"There we go- a nice, tight fit. I hope she's happy," he smiled to the audience. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is the smallest box Marisol has ever been squeezed into. And, to prove she actually is in here..." He opened it just a tiny bit. One of Marisol's fingers slipped out and wiggled. He pushed it back inside, then snapped the box shut again. "Ladies and gentlemen- by your request, Marisol, compressed!"

The applauds filled the theatre.