It happened that the December edition of The Late Night Sexy Show was scheduled for Christmas night. Various concessions to this situation were made. The signature tune had jingling bells added to the sultry saxophone and heavy breathing that it usually was. The set had some tinsel draped about and a small Christmas tree stood in the background. On the coffee table in front of the interviewing sofas was a gift box, with metallic red wrapping and tied with a yellow ribbon.
Angelica Thrust and Martin Staithe retained that professional approach, despite the seasonal theming of various sections of the show. Resident reviewer Jack gave his unimpressed opinions of the latest video releases and an interview was conducted with the Japanese star of the one video that Jack seemed to have a positive opinion of.
After the second ad break, the presenters introduced a report by the program's 'frequently nude' reporter Mary Plenty.
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“With the Christmas season upon us, a lot of people's minds turn to finding a unique gift for their loved ones, particularly husbands and boyfriends. Of course there are many options to chose from, but the company I shall be visiting have cornered the market in gifting yourself to a loved one.
“I am here at a room in the conference suite of the Five Maples Hotel, to see what 'Intimate illusions' do.”
Mary turned and opened the door that had been her backdrop and went through, followed by her cameraman, who took the chance to get a lingering shot of the back of her red jacket and blue knee length skirt.
Inside they were greeted by a taller blonde woman in a pale blue satin suit and a cream-coloured silk blouse. “Hello Mary. Welcome to Intimate illusions.” If it were not for the intelligent and empathetic expression on her face, you might have expected the large breasted woman to have trouble reciting the alphabet up to her cup-size.
“Thank you. Can you please introduce yourself and tell us what 'Intimate illusions' do.”
“My name is Candi, and I'm a magician with 'Intimate illusions'. We specialise in designing and executing magical events; mostly for couples and small groups. At his time of year, we have a lot of fun preparing people as magical gifts for their husbands, boyfriends and occasionally wives. Most of our work is done in a venue of the clients' choosing, but, because of the hectic schedule, we generally hire somewhere central for people packing, then clients come to us and we ensure that they are delivered to their loved one.”
The cameraman caught the change in Mary's expression, when Candi said that she was a magician. Her accustomed air of interest and excitement slid into nervousness and a glance around the room that hoped not to see a sawing in half table. She was recalling the last time she had interviewed a magician and then been floated, stripped and sawn in half.
Candi noticed Mary's change of expression. “Don't worry, I shan't be doing any magic on you, because we are so busy, but we can do some afterwards, if you like; it would be an honour to do some magic with the famous 'frequently nude reporter'.”
Mary's relief was evident, although it seemed that Candi was uncertain whether this was due to the 'No magic now' or the 'Maybe magic later' part of what she had said.
After a quick discussion of how harmless and painless the procedures were, there followed a montage of various women being interviewed about why they were doing this and then the magic that they had chosen.
First was Clara. She wanted to surprise her husband as a gift on Christmas morning. After being interviewed, she went behind a screen and returned naked. Candi told her to stand in a hoop with cloth attached. The magician stooped to raise the ring and when she had lowered it again, Clara was a mannequin. Candi got out a large box and enlisted Mary's help to tip plastic packing peanuts into a large box, while she dismantled the dummy and placed the sections into the box. “Clara will be gift-wrapped and delivered to her husband in the morning. Once he has unpacked and assembled her, I feel they will have a memorable Christmas.”
The next client called herself 'Angel' for the purposes of the interview, but her real name was replaced by Mary saying 'Angel' in the version that was broadcast. Angel changed into a baby-doll nightie that might have reached her hips, if it were pulled down hard. She was also invited to stand in the hoop. This time the only thing transformed was her costume which resembled something between a tattoo and bodypaint. When Mary queried this, she was told that it made for less risk of snagging the client's clothes on the equipment. Candi assured Mary and Angel that it would return to being real clothes once Angel was unpacked by her boyfriend.
Candi brought forward a table on which sat a box decorated in an oriental style. Another feature of the apparatus was a rack at the back of the table where three swords, styled to look like katanas, rested. With some swift motions that box was opened up from a cube a little over a foot in each direction to an open topped box three times longer about 50 percent taller, but no wider.
“You're not going to stick those swords through me are you?” asked Angel with trepidation.
“Well, yes, Angel, but it won't hurt, because once the first sword touches you will be placed in a hypnotic state that will allow you to remain curled up in the box unharmed until the last sword is removed at the other end; while in that hypnosis you may rub against the swords, but they will not cut you or your clothes. In short, once we have folded you inside the box, the next thing you will feel with be your husband removing the last sword.”
“Then why have the swords at all?”
“It will impress your husband and give him the feeling of having rescued you from a dangerous situation; trust me, most men are suckers for that kind of thing. They will also serve to protect the delicate origami box itself, by acting as spacers in the crate we will use to transport you safely.”
Angel's expression of puzzlement mirrored Mary's, but she was convinced enough that Candi knew what she was doing enough to ask for instructions on what to do next.
“Alright, step up onto the table and then into the box. Now that you are inside, I need you to curl up or fold yourself so that you are completely within the box. Then I'll fold the box down to it's original size and we'll get you delivered. Don't worry that the box seems a bit narrow, it has an enchantment that shrinks you down just a little, so that it can fit even the most broad-shouldered person; even I can fit in there.” Candi's glance down indicated that her bust might otherwise be a problem in the process of curling up small enough to get into the box.
Angel decided to kneel down near the back of the box and lower her torso forward into it. She was soon out of view. Candi stepped up to the table and began reversing the complex rigmarole of folding flaps and doing clip, thus returning the box to a closed cube of about a cubic foot in volume. She followed this with pushing the swords from the rack at the rear of the table through so the box was pierced in each of its major axes.
Again Mary was asked to help with the final stage of placing, which, in this case, meant helping lift the impaled box from the table and slotting it into a crate for transportation.
The final client was called Barbara; she wanted to be with her boyfriend, who was away on business. Candi pulled out a cardboard tube and extracted from it a large poster (eight feet by four) that had a gap in the middle of the design. While the client was changing into her 'travelling outfit', which turned out to be a sexy female firefighter, which fit with the poster's theme, being a modified version of the poster for Backdraft. The audience did not get to see the changes to the credits, because most of these were blurred in editing.
With Barbara's help the poster was put into a box with a set of rollers on the front and the rollers turned so that the bottom edge of the poster showed between the rollers. Then Barbara climbed into to the box and Mary helped Candi to turn the rollers which quickly produced a poster with Barbara flattened into the image of the flaming doorway.
The poster, including Barbara, was rolled up into the tube from which it had come, and a few other items put inside, which Candi told Mary were the materials and instructions for Barbara's restoration by her boyfriend. Candi also commented that they used to posterise people with a flash-pot and a puff of smoke, but they had received complains that the posterised person looked surprised, so had moved over to wringer, where the client had more time to compose the expression they wanted.
Mary began to wind up her report, by thanking Candi for demonstrating what Intimate illusions did and giving belated thanks to Clara, Angel and Barbara for agreeing to have their being turning into presents filmed.
Candi replied, “Well, that's that done, but I can't help noticing that you still have your clothes on; that's most unlike you. How about we remedy that and I give you some for being so helpful, even off camera.”
“You're not planning to cut me in half, or something like that, are you?”
“Of course not! I thought, having worked so hard, you might like a massage.”
“I'm always down for a massage,” admitted Mary and was soon shimmying her panties down her legs as the final stage of disrobing.
Despite the cameraman following Mary's undressing closely and filming a lingering pan down her body, he still managed to catch Candi smiling in a way that suggested that she had more than a massage in mind. Candi had also covered one of the conference tables with a padded cloth, which she patted to indicate that Mary should lie there face down.
With Mary in place, Candi put on some latex gloves and dribbled some oil into the small of Mary's back and began the massage. While she massaged Mary, Candi kept up a stream of chatter that those in the know might have recognised as a hypnotic induction, if it had not be muted in places or edited into to mostly nonsense in others.
The only exchange that survived the editor's caution was:-
Mary asked “What is this massage oil you are using? It smells so Christmassy.”
“It's a special magical blend of cinnamon, cloves, nutmeg and ginger. It's meant to feel Christmassy as well as smelling Christmassy.”
Mary's relaxed mumble confirmed that.
As the massage continued to the point where Mary was asked to turn over and lie on her back, the camera was showing that her oiled skin was not looking quite like oiled skin, but something smoother.
Massaging of Mary's front carried on in a similar manner with the combined powers of the cameraman and the editor making particular emphasis of Candi's hands firmly caressing the reporter's crotch and bust.
“And now for the final touch, where would you like it?” offered Candi, briefly tapping Mary's groin, belly button, nipple, lips and the side of her neck. Mary mumbled something that made Candi smile.
Candi held up something between her forefinger and thumb that resembled a small cylinder about half an inch long and a quarter in diameter with a half inch tripod on one end. Once she was sure that the camera had seen it, she jammed the thing into Mary's left nipple. Despite being hypnotised, Mary complained that she had felt something sting her breast and suggested that Candi lick it better.
Instead the magician returned to massaging Mary's feet which were soon flat versions of themselves. Candi massaged the solidity out of Mary's legs and began the task of flattening her hips.
“What are you doing down there?” asked Mary. “It doesn't feel bad at all, but doesn't feel normal either.”
“I am converting you into a real-life sex-doll, so you can be delivered to the studio and restored during the show.”
“I'm not sure I like the sound of that, but it feels nice enough that I'll let you carry on. Angelika and Martin will be able to restore me properly, won't they?”
“We will pack all the necessary equipment with you and provide clear and easy to follow instructions. We want to demonstrate that restoring someone after we have packed them is simple and straight-forward; so there is no danger that you stay being a sex-doll.”
“Will I be aware of being a sex-doll?”
“Not particularly, but you may have some memory afterwards of it. For now you will go to sleep as a person and wake up feeling sexy and refreshed when you are restored. So sleep, now!”
Mary yawned and closed her eyes. Then her eyes opened, but without the spark of her personality as if they were made of glass. Candi continue to massage the air from the Mary-sex-doll until she was totally flat on the table, then turned to the camera. She winked and said, “Mary isn't with us right now, so it falls to me to thank you for watching and return you to the studio where they have a present to open.”
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The presenters looked a bit surprised that the report had ended so suddenly.
“That was a bit unexpected,” admitted Martin.
Angelica glanced off to the side a bit and appeared to read something held up. “Open the present!”
Jack, who had also been on the sofa, said, “I guess they mean that one.” He pointed to the metallic red-wrapped box tied with yellow ribbon that had been a decoration on the table since the show began.
Martin leant forward and picking up the present, gave it a brief shake, usually symptomatic of the shaker being curious about the contents. He offered the present towards Angelica, who took the end of the ribbon and pulled. The ribbon fell away and the box inside slid from the red wrapping onto the table.
The box landed on the table, where an overhead shot allowed the audience to read the top of the box as the presenters were taking it in themselves. Printed on the lid was “A Real Sexy _____ Doll for ________”. The first gaps had 'Mary Plenty' written into it in a neat hand and the second space had 'our friends at The Late Night Sexy Show' in smaller, but still neat writing.
“If what we saw on the video is true, and having seen what Gabriel can do I believe it, then Mary is in the box. I suppose we had better restore her. I know I've wanted to be more closely involved in the magic than he will let us. So let's do it.” Behind the camera, he saw the director give a thumbs up signal, confirming that this was the plan, followed by holding up several finger to indicate the time left to do it in.
Jack picked up the box, opened a flap at the end, then gave the box a shake until a pick of pinkish plastic slid onto the table, along with a sheet of paper. Martin grabbed the paper and handed it to Angelica, saying, “You read the instructions and we'll do what they say; ok?”
After a moment to take in what was happening, Angelica checked the other side of the sheet, to see how much reading there was, and finding it blank, read, “One. Lay your doll face up on a flat surface (Bed, sofa or table are ideal).”
The men unfolded the pinkish plastic on the table, having swept the gift-wrap and the box onto the floor. They revealed a roughly human outline with a mop of brunette hair; the facial features were partly obscured by the wrinkles introduced by packing.
“Two. Inflate using the valve located on the left nipple. Inflation can be achieved using a small compressor or bicycle pump, but for best results inflation by mouth is recommended. Inflate until the doll's shape is fully restored and then close the valve.”
Martin took the first turn at blowing up the Mary-sex-doll, but only got as far as filling out the head and limbs, to the point that it was clear that the features on the face were Mary's. Angelica took over resulting in a firming up of the head and arms, before handing over to Jack to provide the final puffs to finish the process of inflating the doll to being almost lifelike.
“Three,” read Angelica, “Kiss the doll deeply.”
Jack was closest, so he leant over and put his lips to doll's lips and began to kiss the doll. Soon it seemed that the doll was kissing back and reaching around Jack to get a better position. Jack pulled back in surprised and looked down at a naked Mary lying on the table; she seemed a little disappointed that he had stopped, until she took in her surroundings.
“Welcome to the studio, Mary,” said Angelica. “How was the experience of being a sex-doll?”
“Getting to be one was very pleasant, except for the bit where she shoved the valve spike into me, but that was kind of ok. The next thing I remember is being kissed; you're a very good kisser, Jack. I only wish you would let me know when you are expecting me to deal with magic on a report.”
“We don't tell you, because you'd refuse to go. But you always come back telling us how nice it was,” pointed out Martin.
Behind the camera the director began making urgent 'wind up' signals.
“Merry Christmas, from us all at The Late Night Sexy Show, until next year,” shouted the show's four presenters as the jingly version of the show's theme played over the credits.