Wild magic party - Lisa

On receiving her invitation to the event that purported to be a party for magicians to show there appreciation of their assistants and volunteers, but hinted that it would be an opportunity for magicians and assistants to try out magic that was unlikely to be shown to a general audience. The next e-mail was from Quinn saying that she had been nabbed for an illusion and was being supplied with a costume to suit it. After the twinge of jealousy had evaporated Lisa resolved to make the most of the chances such an evening would offer.

The first thing to decide was what would she wear for a costume. She wanted something that would show off her figure and not impede her being involved any illusion a magician might invite her to be involved in. In the drawn out period of indecision she considered a variety of costume options; these included body paint (an early November evening was likely to be too cold and she did not know any body painters), getting a costume from the internet (too expensive and no guarantee of a good fit) and visiting the costume shop at the Five Maples mall (not somewhere she had tried and she had little confidence that they would have anything appropriate).

After a few days she had a plan. she would go as a 'Sleeping Beauty', but not as a Disney princess in a pink tight-bodiced gown with flowing skirts, but a beautiful woman in night attire. She imagined wearing an open cup bra and open crotch knickers under a sheer baby-doll nightdress and a negligee over the top; she would look stunningly sexy and be able to easily remove as much or as little as required to take part in any magic she fancied.

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The weekend before the event she planned a shopping trip to get the elements of her costume. She arrived at the Five Maples Mall and soon discovered that Barbara's Boudoir, the lingerie shop she was planning to make the bulk of her purchases at, had moved out of the mall to a nearby town. On her way back to the carpark she saw 'The Party Hub' and on a whim she went in; with the intention of getting some feel for the place and expecting some level of disappointment.

On entering she was greeted from behind the counter by an older man looking out of place in a 'The Party Hub' T-shirt under a red waistcoat and with a red fez perched on his grey hair. She answered his greeting and offer of assistance, by telling him she was not planning to buy anything and was going to look round. He did not seem surprised or offended.

Initially, the shop was the disappointment she was expecting and the costume section was similarly basic. The thing that caught her eye was a sign saying, 'Can't see what you want, why not ask for a free costume consultation?' Thinking, what have I got to loose, but a few minutes of my time; she decided 'why not?'

She crossed the store to the counter. "Do I need an appointment for a costume consultation? It says I can have one for free."

"I'll go and see if our costume consultant is available," the man said, as he stood up and walked towards a beaded curtain over a doorway at the back of the shop. "You're ok to wait a minute or two, while I find out?"

Lisa passed the next couple of minutes surveying a cabinet of overpriced costume jewellery, thinking that the real thing would be ten times more expensive, but worth a hundred times more.

It was suddenly impossible not to notice the tall black woman bustling out from the swaying beads of the curtain to the stockroom. She advanced on Lisa with a hand out stretched and rattling her wrist-load of bangles. "Let me look at you, girl," she commanded as Lisa turned to face the woman baring down on her wearing a mid-orange dress covered in flounces of mauve and blue. The hand landed on Lisa's shoulder and that shoulder became a handle by which the woman turned Lisa to make an appraisal. "You'll do fine, my girl. Come along and we can discuss what you need from a costume. This could be fun."

The woman dropped her hand down Lisa's arm until it locked around her wrist. The woman turned and retraced her steps from the bead curtain, giving Lisa little option, but to follow, if she did not want her arm dislocated.

Lisa did not get much time to take in the dingy corridor as she passed two doors, before being dragged through another and deposited on a swivel-stool with a black padded seat and a low back.

The woman considered her for a few moments, then asked, "So, what is your name, girl? I can't be calling you girl throughout this consultation."

"I'm Lisa." said Lisa. She was going to tell the woman that she was not really planning on buying anything, when she spoke.

"Coffee or tea?" the woman asked. "By the way, my name is Treasure. I know you have a party this Wednesday, so how do you want to play that? It alright I know about it, I'm helping costume someone else and I'll be there; helping out. Maybe I'll get some free time."

Lisa answered the one question she felt able to answer at this point and said, "Coffee, Please."

"Good choice, I can't abide the muck Alphonse drinks. And it's so weak you could drop in a coin and see if it come up heads or tails." Treasure turned to the sink in the corner and with balletic grace, not usually seen in the making of two cups of coffee, made coffee and handed one mug to Lisa and kept one for herself. "So, what did you have in mind?"

"I had a plan to be a sleeping beauty, but in a baby-doll, negligee, and skimpy undergarments. I thought I was going to go to Barbara's Boudoir to get what I needed, but they seem to have moved."

"And why that idea?" Treasure asked. "Not that it would be a totally inappropriate idea, for that particular party."

"Well, I wanted to be sexy, without being totally out there and it would let me participate in the magic with a minimum of effort, just take off what needs to go, so that I don't lose my costume or get it damaged."

"I see; sexy, adventurous, but with a dash of prudence, not a bad combination. It can save you from a world of trouble, even if others don't appreciate the precaution. OK, strip to your underwear so I see what will underpin any costume."

Lisa had put her mug on the counter and was unbuttoning her blouse, before she wondered what kind of consultation this was meant to be. She reasoned that it was sensible for Treasure to see what was under her clothes, to assess what the potential costume was intended to make sexier.

Lisa stood in plain underwear and, at a hand signal from Treasure, did a turn to show her figure from all angles. Treasure was muttering compliments.

"I think I know what you need. How do you feel about being a hula-girl? You have the body and the tan to carry it off."

"Is that the grass skirt, coconut bra and flower garlands?"

"Yes, that's the idea, you can choose when to flash your legs and when to hide them. You'll want some sandals, so you doesn't have to worry about getting your feet cold or dirty. That tight tum will be out where everyone can admire it. Of course we'd have to find some largish coconuts, or get some fakes. And the garlands (they're called leis, dear) would mean if you want to take off your coconut bra you can still walk around without turning into a beetroot."

"Won't that kind of thing get in the way when it comes to being part of the magic. Beside I don't fancy being totally without underwear."

"I have just the thing, I think you'll love it. Sit back and enjoy your coffee while I fetch it."

Treasure drained her still steaming mug and slammed it onto the counter, then bustled out with the air of someone on a mission.

Lisa sat back on the stool, took up her mug of coffee and wondered if she should put her clothes back on. She had a feeling that Treasure would be wanting to try whatever costume she came up with on her, even if she did not want to; she suspected that frustrating Treasure would not be a wise move, but perhaps she might be able to leave without buying something.

Treasure returned with an armful of stuff. "This'll be perfect for you, except we don't have your size of coconut. Just try these on and then we can sort out getting the couple of missing pieces to you before Wednesday.

The next half hour was spent trying on a cupless bikini, a grass skirt with a built in harness and an assortment of bangles. Despite her promise to herself, Lisa bought the lot and was promised the missing pieces delivered before they were needed at no extra charge.

On the way back to her car, she pondered how she had come to be the owner of an incomplete hula-girl outfit. She drove to the new location of Barbara's Boudoir, only to find it was shut 'due to staff illness' according to the sign on the door. She felt left with no choice but to hope that the pieces needed to complete her costume arrived and were the right sizes.

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As she returned from work, she was met at her front door, by Alphonse bearing a plain brown-paper-covered box. He said that he needed to get back to the shop quickly, because Treasure was going to be busy for the next few hours and he wanted to get in a tea-break before he was left minding the shop for the rest of the day.

As Lisa juggled the box with her keys to get in, Alphonse swapped the fez on his head for the helmet in the top-box on the rear of a moped and drove off.

Lisa had a few hours to prepare for the party. She had a leisurely bath and washed her hair, then opened the box and the bag she had taken from The Party Hub. It took her a little time to work out went where and how it was meant to be fixed, because her failed resolution to not buy anything had lead her to not paying attention as Treasure played dress up with her body.

She laid the costume out on her bed. The grass skirt attached to its underlying hip harness with detachable flesh coloured cloth panel, would give the impression of being unclad under the skirt, without the feeling of vulnerability. The garlands of paper flowers she had taken home from the shop and the extra garlands that came out of the box, with an explanatory note, that read, 'In case the coconuts are the wrong size. The top that was a chest harness of something, Lisa was not quite sure what, masquerading as woven grass, with three press-studs around each of the breast-holes, to fit the coconuts that had been in the box.

For a moment, Lisa wondered whether to dig out her sexiest lingerie and go in that. She decided to defer the decision until she had tried on the costume which she had paid good money for, even after Treasure had halved the price at the last moment.

It took some time, and digging through the scraps of paper that had come with the costume, to work out how the harness under the skirt fitted. First the belt fitted tightly about her waist. Then the two straps attached to the belt fitted along the creases where her legs met her body at the front and a small loop of leather around the strap was positioned at the very top of her inner thigh, then the straps circled her thigh at the base of buttocks and threaded though the loop at the top of her thigh and up her butt to some buckles at the back, hidden under the skirt. Some adjustment later it fitted without pinching and within a few minutes she had almost forgotten she was wearing it. That was until she noticed the pale tan coloured cover that would connect to studs at the tops of of the straps at the front and stretch down between her legs and up to similar studs on the back.

Lisa stood in front of the wardrobe mirror and tried some experimental hip sways. She was very happy with the result; the grass skirt was concealing enough to appeal to her modesty, but still hinted at things beneath and she assumed it was the harness that seemed to enhance her hips.

Fitting the chest harness was, by comparison, much easier; more consultation of the instructions to work out how to operate the catch at the back, which once done up did not show. Even without any cups she felt that her reflection looked good and felt that if the coconuts did not fit properly she could get away with just the garlands. It coconuts appeared to be made of foam rubber cleverly painted to resemble the real thing. Lisa soon had them cupped on her breasts and held in place with the studs on the chest harness. She was not entirely sure whether they enhanced her bust, but they were in keeping with the rest of the outfit and secure enough that she felt that they would help protect her modesty better that the garlands alone. After a little time she felt comfortable in the costume and was a little surprised at how supportive the coconuts were.

The final part of the costume was a pair of sandals that had been in the box too. She slipped her feet under the single florally-decorated band on the wooden sole and found that they were comfortable and did not have the tendency to slip off that she had thought that they might.

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The drive to the venue was uneventful and getting to the venue's entrance meant going into the main lobby of the Five Maples Hotel and following the signs; the signs were a little unusual, because they seemed to float near the walls without touching them; Lisa dismissed this as some magician showing off.

At the entrance she discarded the coat she had worn to guard her against the cold and her costume against the threat of drizzly rain.

She was conducted to a place at a table where a nameplate sat, by a waitress in a black and white costume consisting entirely of bodypaint. A glance round showed her that the other two waitresses were also in the same outfits and she recognised them both. Ann was a long-time friend and usually wary of magicians and not a fan of displaying her body. The final waitress she recognised from the Late Night Sexy Show, but could not recall her name. Lisa was not sure, but it appeared to her that her waitress was not aware that she was in bodypaint. She thought how she would have reacted to such a revelation a few short years ago and made up her mind not to cause Beth the stress of finding out.

Lisa ordered something to eat and to drink and looked around at the various costumes. Perhaps the most spectacular was Quinn in her mermaid outfit. Lisa was sure she had not been there when she arrived, but could not miss her when she was dragged into an escape from a tank of water while trussed up.

A little while later, she spotted a pale skinned girl with red-dyed hair, that she had seen earlier in a Slave Leia outfit, with her torso transformed into something resembling a walking lava-lamp. She intercepted the girl. "Hi, I'm Lisa. Weren't you in a Star Wars costume earlier?"

"Hi, I'm Kairi," the girl replied. "Yes, I was in the metal bikini and loincloth skirt."

"Where'd you get the awesome transformation?" Lisa asked.

"Oh, there are several magicians doing experimental stuff and more private shows in the small conference rooms and meeting rooms. You should go; you might find something to your liking. And in that outfit I doubt any of them would say no if you offered to help."

"Thanks, Kairi. I'll check it out."

Lisa wandered through a door and found an wide area with a bar at the end. Each of the doors off this area had a sign, of varying degrees of professionalism, on or beside it, with some oblique reference to the magical wonders that a spectator might find within.

As she wandered from sign to sign, she suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder. The kind of hand Lisa knew was not going to take no for an answer, even before the question was posed.

"Just the person I hoped to see," said the rich deep contralto, that immediately identified the speaker as Treasure. "You'll help me demonstrate a little illusion I cooked up to show that us girls can do the magic as well as they men can; sometimes better." This statement, because it did not admit the possibility of declining the offer, was followed by Treasure guiding Lisa with a firm hand to a door a few yards away, thrusting her into the small lecture theatre beyond and helping down the steps to stand on the stage area in front of the combined white boards and projection screens that occupy the back walls of lecture halls.

"I have found a willing assistant to demonstrate my 'Phi' Illusion. Please give a hand for Lisa; who I assure you is totally ignorant of what is about to befall her. But I'm sure that she'll enjoy it on some level.

"And now it is time to introduce the equipment. Alphonse bring on the equipment."

The man from The Party Hub pushed on a stand with a tripod and a spike on top. Lisa could hear him muttering about the lack of petrol money or overtime payments.

"That's the second part, Alphonse you should have brought on the first part first. We don't want to frighten our volunteer. Hurry up and bring the main part."

Alphonse, who still wore the red waistcoat, but with a plain white shirt underneath, left muttering that if Lisa had knowingly volunteered, he was King Henry VIII. Treasure shot him a look that if truly meant would have burnt a hole in the back of his waistcoat.

Treasure used the delay to tell Lisa that the illusion might damage her pretty costume and helped her remove the garlands from her neck and the grass skirt from her waist; leaving Lisa wearing the hip harness holding the cloth over her groin and her coconut bra.

Alphonse returned pushing a cabinet that seemed exactly the right size for Lisa, matching her height and shoulder width and being her body depth thick. There were various holes in the walls of the cabinet, but the most surprising part was that the bottom six inches was clear.

Treasure fussed about getting the cabinet positioned just so, which gave Lisa the opportunity to ask, "What does this illusion do?".

"As an experienced volunteer, you will know that if you are told what an illusion is for, that you're dealing with an incautious magician (because they are opening themselves to ridicule if it does not do what they advertise) or a sneaky magician (who is aiming to subvert the audience's expectations or persuade you to get into a box that is more dangerous that it first appears). That said we're all friends here, and most of the audience are seasoned magicians, assistants and helpers, so I don't mind telling you that this little thing will squeeze you down a little bit, that's all."

Lisa was relieved to hear this, until she remembered the spike on the tripod. Treasure was already opening the cabinet and ushering her volunteer to step into it. Despite the light touches of the guiding hand Lisa felt powerless to resist. slipping off the sandals before stepping over the edge of the clear base of the cabinet; spotting a hip level hole in the rear of the cabinet as she did so.

Once inside, Lisa had no opportunity to arrange herself, because Treasure was busy closing the door on her and nudging her so that all the relevant parts were displayed through the relevant holes. In the process Lisa discovered that the cabinet was less deep than she had at first thought; the back of her head pressed against the back of the cabinet forced her face to the face hole in the front of the cabinet, her bust stuck out of a pair of holes at chest level with the strip of cabinet between the holes  pressing the harness of her coconut bra against her breast bone and Treasure freely handling her foam rubber coconut covered breasts to get them into a position she liked. Below Lisa's partially exposed butt was being adjusted to fit the hole it was against while the front was pressed close to an opening in the front of the cabinet. Stocks were fitted around her ankles, removing that little bit of freedom and finally Treasure secured her hands through holes in the sides of the tight cabinet at shoulder height.

Treasure addressed her audience, leaving Lisa to fidget herself into as comfortable a position as she could manage in the confining cabinet.

"You will be aware that compression is not the most reliable of magics, because in most iterations of the illusion, you do not get to control what gets squished and what remains its usual size." The magician waited for the wave of agreeing sounds to subside, then continued. "It was a great innovation and step forward, when the assistant's hands could be shown with her body in the compressed state." More murmurs of agreement. "My little cabinet has been set up to squeeze only those parts that most people will not be interested in and preserving, at the normal scale, those that they are interested in.

"In a lot of cases you will hear the uninitiated say that the trick is in the costume, and you'll know that very rarely is this the case. In this case, there is a trick in the costume, which I has get onto my volunteer ahead of time. First we removed these." Lisa felt a tug on her chest and heard the press studs holding her coconuts in place parting. "The costume Lisa is wearing has a chest harness with strategically placed studs, so that it can be easily be attached to the inside of the cabinet." Treasure slipped her fingers between the harness and her flesh of Lisa's breasts and pressed the studs against studs inside the cabinet at the edge of the breasts holes. Lisa blushed, but continued to smile as her breasts were exposed to the audience of nearly twenty and fixed in place, displayed in the chest holes of the cabinet.

Treasure moved her attention to the hips level of the box. "There are also studs on the hip harness." Treasure turned the cabinet to face Lisa away from the onlookers. She heard the snaps as Treasure pulled the cloth covering Lisa's buttock cleavage away and attached the studs to partners on the inside of the rear of the cabinet. The audience could not see the increase in depth of the blush on Lisa's flushed face, but they could see her buttocks, now covered by a pair of narrow straps running near vertically across her lower cheeks.

As Treasure turned her volunteer to face forward again, Lisa was feeling sexy and adventurous, but wondered what had happened to the dash of prudence that the magician had lauded when she was being fitted for this costume. Lisa was unsurprised when the cloth covering her intimate parts was ripped away from the remaining studs holding it in place, pulled from between her legs and put aside with the rest of her removed costume. She knew her pubic area was on display, framed by the top of that lower hole and the straps from her waist to between her legs, but she found that she was unable to blush any deeper.

"Now you can see where the innovation of the cabinet is, because with strategic parts of the assistant's costume attached to the cabinet, where the cabinet does not shrink, neither does the assistant. Allow me to show you." She looked round as if she had lost something. "Alphonse, where's the crank?" she called in the direction that her helper had left.

"It's on top of the cabinet," replied Alphonse.

"Oh yeah, so it is. Now where was I? As a lot of you will know, people are a varied bunch and prefers different parts of a woman's body. Some people like feet and Lisa, here, has a nice pair of feet. All lot of people like butts and pussies." Treasure rotated the cabinet to displayed these parts. "Then there are those who prefer breasts, and others who like a cute face. Now that we've had the tour, it's time to compact Lisa, so she is a more concentrated amount of gorgeousness."

Treasure reached down the crank and slotted into a small hole in the side of the cabinet at hip level. "Some of you are aware that most conventional compressions are achieved by redistributing the body of the assistant and much practice is needed to get the assistant to be able to act in whatever way is appropriate, rather than have her face express the peculiar feelings some stressful and others at the other end of the pleasure spectrum. This version is made a lot less stressful and while still remaining pleasant, although not extremely so, by how I move the compressed flesh about. Allow me to demonstrate."

The magician gave a couple of quick turns on the handle. The distance between the clearly visible feet and the level of the crack handle had reduced by a few inches as the clear plastic box displaying Lisa's feet had risen a couple of inches from its former position. Lisa's embarrassed smile became more smily, but less embarrassed.

"As you can see from that cute face, she feels good, but not unmanageably so. You may be wondering where the couple of inches of compressed leg have gone." Treasure turned the cabinet sideways to the audience and gave Lisa's bottom a playful swat. "This is where it goes, but that much is hardly to be noticed. I shall continue."

As Treasure turned the handle the space between Lisa's boxed feet and her hips shrank, but her posterior swelled. By the time the top of the clear box section with Lisa's feet was nearly at knee level, Lisa was calling for her to stop.

Treasure stopped cranking and stepped round to face her volunteer. "What's the problem? Am I going too fast?"

"I don't know if you're going to fast or what, but the straps across my butt are getting extremely tight and it feels like they are in danger of cutting in."

The magician turned the back of the box to face the audience, where the previously snug straps across Lisa's buttocks were very tight. It took little time to undo the buckles that held the straps in place, although each caused Lisa to express some pain as Treasure pulled on the strap to allow enough slack to get the buckle undone.

With the straps dangling down the back of the cabinet, Treasure returned to cranking the handle until it stopped with Lisa's feet occupying a space that had been reserved for her lower thighs before the magic began, and her butt deserving of the designation 'booty'.

A full rotation of the cabinet later, Treasure began to speak again. "There is, of course, another part of Lisa's anatomy which will draw fewer fans than the other parts, even than her legs. The bit between here and here is a bit unloved, compared to the rest." She indicated the blank section of the cabinet between Lisa's waist and ribs. "I dare say there is probably people out there who get excited by tums and bellies, but I've never knowingly met anyone who, if they met a topless girl, would be looking below her ribcage."

The crank was pulled from it hole and moved to another hole higher up, at about level with the base of Lisa's ribs. Without further comment the magician wound the handle, pausing to turn the apparatus around part way through. At each stage it was obvious that Lisa's breasts were expanding, to a size that threatened to have the edges of the breasts holes cut into the breast flesh. Lisa got to see this by squinting down. She smiled more as her breasts grew to almost double their original size.

"Now, I know what some of you are thinking. You'se thinking that the lovely Lisa, here, has not been squashed up much, even if, because of the bits that are showing, it is obvious that the parts on show are too close to each other for the parts that were between to have been folded up somehow. That's why my 'Phi' Illusion has two more stages."

"Two more stages?" queried Lisa. "I didn't sign up for that."

"You didn't exactly sign for anything. And I feel sure you'll enjoy some of the next two stages."

"Ok, I guess I'm not in a good position to resist either."

"True," admitted Treasure. "Now that that is clear, I shall continue." Treasure paused to clear her throat. "As this is a variant compression illusion, it is time to mention another disappointing aspect of those. There is not much you can with a compressed assistant other than allow them time to make kooky expressions or other types of reaction and then uncompress them. I admit a costume change is possible in the non-magical version, but if you are using magical version, there is so little control of what ends up where that a costume change is out of the question; not that any of you would want Lisa to change her current costume.

"The advantage with partial compression is that there's more assistant, or in this instance, volunteer, to do things to. In this instance we are going to fold her into a circle."

"You going to do what?" The audience could not tell, if this exclamation from Lisa was shocked or curious.

Facing Lisa sideways, the magician released a catch at the level between her volunteer's hips and chest, then lifted the lower half of the shrunken cabinet until it was horizontal pivoting about a little below Lisa's enhanced bust. In this position, a little to Lisa's relief, her oversized tits rested on the small section of cabinet that had been above the hole through which her pussy was visible. Lisa looked down to see what had happened, but could not see much, because her enhanced rack was in the way. Further out, she could make out her toes in the clear box at the ends; a quick wriggle confirmed, in her mind, that they were hers.

The next manoeuvre was to fold the remaining legs and feet upward, until Lisa's soles were pointing at the ceiling and her toes at the tops of her breasts.

"And now for the final adjustment of this stage; I'd close your eyes for a moment if I were you, Lisa."

Another catch was released, somewhere a little above where Lisa's hands stuck out of the cabinet's sides. Lisa felt some motion as the cabinet section containing her head toppled forward and heard a light tap as the top of the part containing her head came to rest on the corner of the part containing her feet. She opened her eyes. looking up she could see her toes pointing at her nose, looking down she saw her extra boobs from an angle that was entirely new to her and looking straight out she saw her groin again from a new angle, but also much closer.

What the audience saw was the four sections of the cabinet now arranged around a square with the corners that had originally been connected covered by a section of concertinaed fabric. On the inside of the section still attached to the stand emerged a pair of large breasts; from the bottom section hung a large pair of buttocks; facing down from the top section was a face; and in the upper half of the remaining section was a pair of feet, still wriggling.

"Ok, Lisa, How does it feel?" asked Treasure.

Having not expected to be asked; she needed a little notice of the question. "It's not bad really; not worse that I have experienced before. It's a little uncomfortable having my butt hanging out of the box and I'll probably end up with a mark across my forehead, but other than that, ok."

"Thank you, Lisa. And now for stage three, which gives the illusion its name."

It took Lisa a moment to recall that the illusion had been introduced as being called the 'Phi' illusion. She took a little longer to remember the shape of that Greek letter and gave an audible swallow and hoped she was wrong.

While Lisa was putting two and two together, Treasure retrieved the tripod mounted spike that had been put aside earlier. She picked up the crank and tweaked it in a hole at the top of the tripod; the spike dropped with a thud.

Treasure wheeled the tripod stand under Lisa and began to turn the crank, which caused the spike to rise slowly. As it rose the magician was using pressure down the crank to adjust the position until Lisa felt enough to ask, "What are you doing down there?"

"Adjusting things for the final push, that is stage three. I think that's got it; I'll just lock the wheels, then we can get going."

"What exactly does that mean?" asked Lisa, hoping it did not mean what she thought it meant.

"Well, let's break this down for you." Treasure adopted a tone that was mock-condescending. "The Greek letter 'Phi' is a circle with a stick through it. You are the circle and this is the stick." She turned the handle and Lisa felt the top if the spike slip between her enlarged buttocks.


"I get the point," she said quickly, to a mix of groans and laughter.

"You'll be getting a lot more than just the point, my girl." Treasure prompted more mixed responses.

Another turn of the crank, produces a thud at the tip of the spike hits the narrow strip of the cabinet supporting Lisa's coccyx. Treasure gives the tripod a kick and there was a scrape, then a squeak from Lisa as she felt the tip of the spike press against her flesh. As the magician turns the handle the pressure increased, but Lisa found that she could wriggle a little and the spike entered her without piercing her flesh.

Treasure turned the handle and Lisa felt the spike passing into her, then unexpectedly her pussy felt full too. Moments later her mouth fell open as she saw and felt the tip of the spike emerge from the lips between her legs as it rubbed against her 'G'-spot internally and her clitoris on the way out. The magician put on a spurt of speed in the handle turning and before Lisa realised what was about to happen, the tip of the spike entered her still open mouth. As Lisa tasted her love juices on the spike, she also felt it spear the back of her head and heard it scrape against a hole in the back of the head box.

With Lisa impaled on the spike, she began to rise, until there was a click and the box disconnected from the frame that held it up. Treasure moved the frame away and then gave the circle of Lisa a shove so that it rotated on the spike.

The response from the audience was some polite applauds.

Treasure bowed and then called for questions.

The first question, which the magician sidestepped was, 'How does the assistant feel during the illusion?' If she had been able to speak, Lisa would have answered shocked, but sexy.

The second and third questions were 'How do we get the assistant back?', which was something Lisa wanted to know too, and 'Are there any side effects?, Lisa had never considered that magic might have side-effects, as she had never experienced any; so far.

"Getting the assistant back to normal is fairly straight-forward," announced Treasure, as she began the process. "First you lock this collar in place on the spike then wind the spike down until you can straighten the cabinet out. Then you open this door in the top of the cabinet and the assistant should be able put her hands up and you can pull her out, which will stretch the compressed parts back out and shrink the expanded parts to normal."

Alphonse appeared on stage in time to catch Lisa's legs as she was pulled from the cramped confines of the cabinet. Between them magician and helper lowered Lisa back to her feet, in a more dishevelled state than she had been in when she entered the cabinet.

"Someone asked about side-effects. We have noticed a little problem with this, and that is the tendency of the subject to turn spontaneously into a gold statue of themselves. Fortunately, in that state they are impervious to any damage and it appears to last a total of no more than twenty-four hours, in a number of short episodes, usually associated with going to sleep and the subject seems to wake up refreshed; so nothing of great seriousness."

Treasure thanked the audience for coming to see her demonstration and then gave Lisa the parts of her costume back and pushed her towards the lecturer theatre's exit.

Lisa wondered what it was like being a gold statue as she headed toward the restrooms to dress. On the way she yawned; it was getting late after a full day of work. There was a period during which she knew that time had passed, but had not experienced it. On top of the clothes in her arms was an envelope that had not been there when the left the demonstration. She continued towards somewhere she could dress.

Later when she opened the envelope, it contained a note offering to supply her with a costume when she next needed one, thanking her for her assistance with the demonstration and suggesting that she talk to Quinn about the kind of costume that Treasure could make for the appropriate occasion.