“And a big hand for our volunteer, Elisha!” The Magician motioned to the young, curvy brunette being lead backstage. “Now, while Laurel helps her change for our presentation, allow me to show you what she’ll be encountering.”
The Magician wheeled out a cabinet, with black walls and silver rods at the corners. An oval was cut out around face height.
“The sides of this cabinet are made up of many small plates, which can slide easily across each other...”
“She’s ready!” A voice called from off-stage.
“Well, then, Elisha, come on out!”

The dark-skinned brunette walked on stage, wearing a short black bathrobe, and carrying a wheel. “Hi. Um, I’m a little nervous.”
The Magician smiled. “No need to worry- you’re perfectly fine.” He opened the front of the cabinet. “Why don’t you hand me that wheel and step inside?”

Elisha stepped into the cabinet. It was a tight fit, considering her voluptuous body.

“You’re going to need to remove the robe, I’m afraid.”

Elisha pulled the belt at her waist, and shrugged the robe off her shoulders. She covered her breasts with one arm as he handed the garment to the Magician, standing inside the cabinet in just a pair of black panties. She looked embarrassed. The Magician quickly close the door. Elisha’s face was visible through the hole in the front.

“Don’t worry. Nobody’s going to see anything. But if you could slip those panties off? We can’t have anything at all that will be constricting.”

A look of shock crossed her face for a slight moment, but she shrugged with her eyebrows.

“Just push them out below.”

Elisha pushed her toes out the two holes in the bottom of the cabinet, her panties wrapped around her left foot. The Magician took them from her. “And now, push your hands through the holes on the sides.”

His naked volunteer’s fingers emerged from two holes, halfway down the cabinet, and she wiggled them.

The magician placed the wheel on one of the posts on top of the cabinet. “Ready, Elisha?”

“Um, I’m not sure-“ The Magician spun the wheel, and the two sides of the cabinet moved closer together. Elisha grimaced as the poles moved closer to her face, the cabinet sliding into itself to accomodate.

“How’s that feel, Elisha?”

“A little tight,” his volunteer confessed from within a cabinet with walls only two inches away from her face.

“Don’t worry, we’re only starting,” the Magician said, and pulled the wheel off the post on top, to place it on another extending from the side.

“Wha-?!” Elisha’s mouth opened wide as the Magician spun the wheel. The cabinet began to compress lengthwise, getting shorter. Her feet remained at the bottom, her hands stayed in the middle, and her face lowered swiftly downwards, wearing an expression of surprise, as ratcheting clicks came loudly from the cabinet.

Soon enough, the Magician stopped, and pulled the wheel off. Elisha stared out from the 12” high box as the Magician picked it up, her fingers wiggling from the sides by her ears, and her toes wiggling from the bottom. The audience applauded as he showed her off in her abbreviated state.

“I do hope you’re not too uncomfortable in there, Elisha. The ratchet locks prevent expansion, due to obvious pressures, so I’m afraid I can’t immediately reverse the process.”
Her eyes widened. “Hey!”
“Oh, don’t worry. It’s not permanent. At least I’m pretty sure it isn’t.” The Magician placed her on a pillar off to one side of the stage. “At least you get a good view of the rest of the show!”

He smiled to the audience. “So, who’s up for another illusion?”