The video opened up on a woman sitting on a stool in front of a plain white wall. She had a slightly darker than almond complexion; black, curly hair that had streaks of red in it; and a calm, enigmatic smile.
“Hello… My name is Dahlia,” The woman took her time saying those words, her voice calm but with a strong sense of certainty behind it. It also had the tiniest bit of an accent as she continued, “…My English isn’t that good. So, sorry if it… takes me a bit of time to finish a sentence.”
Dahlia idly adjusted her purple tank top, her hands briefly flittering on her jeans before she crossed them below her breasts. This action caused her tank top to once again expose about an inch of her midriff. “…I’ve been an assistant for… three years now? Mostly working odds jobs with a couple of magicians…”
She bit the lower corner of her lips, closing her eyes in concentration as she squeezed her arms tighter, “It’s a little hard around here to find gigs… It’s rare to get more than two shows a month… Doesn’t help that the rent is so high…”
Her arms relaxed, as her face shifted to a more serious look, “But… I don’t want to be on ANGA for the money.” She shook her head, “… I’ve got a dream to fulfill.”
She smiled, looking off and pointing into the distance as she said, “…I’m going to become a world class assistant with my best friend. And then, we’re both going to work for the same magician!”
Dahlia’s demeanor changed, as she looked towards the ground, bringing her arms up to her opposite shoulders in a make-shift self hug, “…I know… Pretty corny sounding.” She refused to look at the camera as she said, “But winning ANGA would be a pretty big step in making that dream a reality…” Her left hand reached up, idly spinning a piece of her curly hair around her index finger.
She stayed this way for a few moments, before unwinding her hair, fixing her tank top again (to not much avail), and looked back at the camera with a newfound confidence. “…Magic isn’t going to be an issue… I’ve got good reserves… and I love to use them.”
Dahlia clapped her hands together in front of her, slowly pulling them apart. As she did so, it became apparent that something was steadily forming in between her two hands, a strange cylinder of flesh. When it reached about a foot long, it became more apparent was was actually being created, as the crook of an elbow appeared. Before too long, she had a fully formed copy of her right arm held between her two hands, her shoulder being supported by her left, and her hand by her right.
She brought the arm behind her back with both hands, giving a wink before pulling a complete copy of her arms out, the opposite arm being held in each hand by the wrist. With a practice motion, she swung each limp arm wildly, and in a single movement connected each shoulder below their correct counterpart. She let go of her own wrists, using each of her four hands to create a large heart-like pattern in the air. “Ta-Dah!” She laughed.
She gave a spin on her stool, and when she faced the camera once more, it was quite clear she had made another drastic change to herself. Her tank top had already been straining against her original set of breasts, but the second pair that now occupied her chest was doing her even less favors, turning her tank top into more of a crop top by and revealing her belly button.
Dahlia grabbed each boob with one of her four hands, initially just showing off her change to the camera, but ever so slowly starting to rub and give them gentle squeezes-
Dahlia’s face suddenly turned beet red, as she let go of each of her breasts, raising her four hands into the air open wide. “S-s-sorry!” Her second set of breasts slowly began to deflate, her tank top ruffling from the air that was presumably expelling out of her nipples. Dahlia seemed absolutely mortified, smothering her original pair of breasts between two pairs of crossed arms.
“Oh man! Is the take ruined?!” Dahlia stood up from her seat, rushing to the camera, which had evidently been on a tripod that could momentarily be seen before the video feed cut off.