“I’m going to need another volunteer,” Chardonnay smiled.

“Juliana! Go for it!” a woman called out, and a tall blonde in a purple bikini nearly stumbled onto the stage.
“Trish, you pushed me-” she turned around, and looked at her friend, a brunette in a very low-cut red one piece.

“Hey, now, no shoving!” Chardonnay interrupted. “I think you can both help me. Could your friend come up here, too, please?”

The shorter brunette stepped up, smiling. “See, Juliana, I told you to be more assertive and fun things would happen.” She turned to the magicienne. “Hi- I’m Trish!”

“Well, hello Trish and Juliana. Let’s hear it for our volunteers!” The audience applauded. Chardonnay continued. “Juliana- I assume you and Trish are here on vacation?”

The blonde nodded.

“All right- tell me, what’s the worst part about getting ready for a vacation?”

Trish interjected- “It’s the packing. I can never fit everything into one bag.”

Chardonnay smiled, “What do you think, Juliana- are you good at packing?”

“Um, yes, I think so. I always enjoyed the challenge of arranging it so it all fits.”

Chardonnay clapped her hands together. “Wonderful! Well, I’ve got something to show everyone that will solve Trish’s problem, I think.” From the side of the stage, she pulled up a large red suitcase, the outside covered in zippers. She stood it on end and opened it up, showing the interior completely empty. “Now- I think what Trish really needs is a bigger suitcase. Tell me, Trish, do you think you could fit everything inside of this?”

The brunette regarded the empty suitcase. “It looks pretty roomy, but- all my stuff’s back in the room, so I don’t know!”

Chardonnay chuckled, “Oh, when I said everything, I didn’t mean all your clothes- I meant all of you! Want to try and see?”

Trish smiled, “Looks like my yoga classes will come in handy after all! Sure, why not?”

“Juliana, since you’re the better packer, why don’t you help her get inside?” Chardonnay laid down the open luggage, and Trish stepped inside, then crouched, then wriggled and laid down on her side, curling up. Juliana tucked the brunette’s wavy hair in, keeping it away from the zipper.

“It’s a little snug, but I think I fit!” Trish said enthusiastically.

The magicienne clapped, and the crowd clapped along with her. “Great- but only one way to find out for certain… Juliana, zip her in!”

The blonde bent over, and a few guys in the crowd whistled. She quickly crouched instead, and closed the lid. “Have fun in there, Trish!” she said as she zipped the suitcase shut.

“I’ll try!” said Trish from inside, her voice muffled.

Juliana stood up and turned around to face the magicienne. “Now what?”

Chardonnay smiled. “Well, that suitcase is a little big for travel. See the zipper halfway down?”
“This one?”
“Yes! Go ahead and zip it, please?”

Juliana knelt down again, and started zipping up the zipper on the luggage, which went the whole way around the long portion of the case. Slowly, the suitcase was compressed, reducing its depth by about two inches. “Trish, you okay in there?”

“Fine, fine!” said the girl’s cheerful voice from inside.

Chardonnay stepped up, and took out a luggage strap, wrapping it around the long side of the luggage before standing the case up. “It’s a little better, but still too tall, I think. Juliana, help me pull this strap, won’t you?”

“Um, okay?” The blonde stepped to the side of the suitcase opposite the magicienne, grabbed the end of the strap, and, together they pulled. As the strap ratcheted tighter, the case compressed about half a foot in both width and height, allowing the sides of two more sets of zippers to come together.

“Quick, zip ‘em up!” Juliana and Chardonnay zipped the case into its smaller configuration. “And Trish can still fit everything inside, right, Trish?”

“Yep,” came her muffled voice from inside the smaller luggage. The audience applauded.

“However- I think we can get Trish to travel really light, don’t you?” The magicienne winked at Juliana.

They walked back to the straps again, and both the volunteer and the magicienne pulled the straps, compressing their victim even further. A quick zip of the zipper, and the luggage holding Trish was even smaller. Chardonnay slapped some travel padlocks onto the zippers, locking it in its tiny configuration.

She smiled as the audience applauded. “Juliana, I think you’ll find it quite easy to take Trish home with you now; the bag she’s inside is regulation carry-on- or 22” by 14” by 9”- though I don’t think Security’s going to have any questions you can answer easily once it goes through the X-ray.”

She walked over to the case and twirled it around. “And just in case anyone thinks Trish has happened to slip out instead of getting packed up-” The magicienne unzipped a small panel and exposed a hard, clear plastic sheet, part of the inner casing on the bag. On the other side, clearly visible, was Trish- the side of her face, at least, squished up against the plastic. She blinked and tried to open her mouth, but her containment was too tight to move anything more than her eyes.

Again, the audience applauded as Chardonnay wheeled the bag to the side of the stage, leaving the panel open, so Trish could watch what happened next.

“Now, Juliana, it’s your turn to volunteer. Are you ready?” Chardonnay went to the small box on the pedestal and rummaged around, then stepped back to the blonde in the purple string bikini. “Turn around, if you would, please.”

Juliana turned her back to the magicienne, who gently took her wrists and fastened velcro cuffs around them, securing them behind her back. “Hey!”

“Don’t worry, Juliana, it’s for your safety.” Chardonnay pulled out a sharp looking screw as thick as her thumb and twice as long. She slowly licked the threads. “It might itch a bit, but I don’t want you scratching it.”

As the magicienne stepped in front, Juliana saw the screw. “Where are you planning on sticking that?”

Chardonnay smiled. “Hold still, it’s fine.” She placed the tip on Juliana’s belly button, and twisted. The screw sunk into the girl’s body, up to the head. “There you go- a new piercing!”

“That tickles!” Juliana squealed. “Now what?”

“Oh- I’m glad you asked…” Chardonnay walked back to her case, and pulled out a tube, one end attached to a large air pump. She returned to Juliana, and twisted the free end onto the screw. The volunteer looked puzzled.

“Oh, just watch- if I explain, it will spoil the surprise.” Chardonnay walked to the pump, pulled up the handle, and pushed the plunger down. The sound of whooshing air was heard.

Juliana looked down and almost jumped in surprise. Her belly was bulging outwards. “Hey! I look pregnant!”

The magicienne smiled, “Not quite-” and gave another pump. Juliana’s breasts swelled under her bikini top, and her belly looked even bigger. “There! Now you look pregnant!”

“But I’m not!” Juliana complained, looking down at her nipples poking out the fabric of her now barely adequate bikini. She pulled a bit at the cuffs holding her hands behind her.

“Ah, ah- better leave them. Remember, we don’t want you scratching.” Chardonnay pumped again, and Juliana’s belly swelled even more, her skin stretching and starting to look shiny.

“Errr. I feel full…” the blonde volunteer said. Chardonnay ignored her, and pumped more.

Slowly with each pump Juliana’s body swelled further, the expansion extending to her hips and thighs, then her upper arms, neck. Her calves began to swell, then her feet, and her body strained against the tiny bikini she was wearing.

There was a ripping sound, and the velcro cuffs came free. Juliana tried to move her swollen arms, but could barely reach around herself. Soon her own swelling torso pushed her arms to her side. Still Chardonnay kept pumping.

The purple bikini gave way under the strain, Juliana’s enormously inflated breasts springing out free, her skin shining in the sun. The strings around her hips ripped as well, and the purple bikini bottom hung loose between her thighs. She tried to look down, then stepped forwards to keep her balance, spreading her legs, and the ruined clothing dropped to the stage floor. Still Chardonnay kept pumping.

Soon, poor Juliana was inflated to a ridiculous size. Her arms and legs stuck out spread-eagle, and her thighs and body were so swollen she couldn’t move them. “I- I think- I think I’m going to burst!” she said.

“Ah, perfect!” Chardonnay said. “Ladies and gentlemen, watch me make my volunteer vanish!” She gave Juliana one last full pump of air.

There was a massive bang, and Juliana was gone! The audience applauded as tiny bits of cream colored confetti drifted downwards over the beach.

Inside her case, a very cramped Trish blinked a few times. Chardonnay returned to the luggage and zipped it shut. “Let’s give a big hand for Trish as well. I’ll have the porter take her back to her room.” She pulled out the handle, and the hotel porter hauled the case off the stage and wheeled it away.

"All right, I'm going to need another volunteer or two, I think..."