Kairi and the Quinnifier, Part 5

A ‘real magic’ story featuring QuinnTheAssistant and Kairi.

Continued from Kairi and the Quinnifier, Part 4

Content warning: this story is based on the fantasy that stage magicians with real powers are - without most of the audience realising - actually sawing, impaling, transforming or vanishing their assistants and volunteers for real, but with the aid of magic that prevents the subject suffering any lasting harm and which transforms their experience into one they can even enjoy. This one has strong language, sexual references, and a gets pretty gory. So enjoy!



As Kairi’s feet got closer and closer to the whirring blades below, she started to feel the wind they generated tickle her toes. Suddenly a morbid fascination struck her. She looked down, wanting to see the blades slice into her, to see her flesh and bone being reduced to a scarlet mist that would splatter the inside of the blender.

What would it feel like? She could feel the rush of air over her feet, and that told her that although her limbs were paralysed she could still sense through them. So she’d be able to feel it when they were destroyed. Quinn had said there was pain, but only briefly. Then pleasure. And Kairi wanted that pleasure.

Just an inch to go. Then suddenly it was like a million ants were biting her toes, stripping them bare of flesh in less than a thousandth of a second, tearing the bone away too. She tried to scream, but her magically-sealed lips wouldn’t let her emit more than a muffled ‘mmmmph’. Her toes became twin arcs of blood mixed with gobbets of flesh, spraying out under centrifugal force to decorate the clear plastic drum, turning it crimson.

The pain was blinding, but brief. Then came tingles. Tingles that rushed up her legs, through her torso and along her arms before rebounding and slamming her between her thighs. Fuck! That was intense. But good. Her whole body buzzed with a pleasure that was also a hunger, anticipating the still crazier sensations to come.

In moments the toes and the lower halves of both feet were gone, and the steadily ratchetting chain kept on feeding her in, relentlessly, inch by inch. And every inch of her body that was shredded just added to the electricity zinging through what was left of her.

As the destruction reached her shins, Kairi heard the whining of the blades drop a few notes. In a moment of strange detachment, she realised the motor was having to work harder to chop through the thicker bones of her legs. And at that same moment she realised something else: she could still feel her feet! Not as they’d felt before, not as discrete body parts, but rather as a amorphous swirls of ‘footness’ running down the inside of the drum to gather in a puddle at the bottom of the blender.

Kairi concentrated on this growing awareness of her liquidised self as her regular body was lowered further and further into the blades. After all, she might as well get to know her new soup-like form and enjoy it while she could, before she was poured out and cast into the shape of the assistant she was being hired to replace. But then a rush of air somewhere delicate brought her back to her senses.

The blades were now less than a hand’s-width from her crotch. In just a matter of seconds, her most intimate parts were going to be torn to bits! As if prompted by the change in her focus, the electric zings that had become so much a part of the background she’d almost forgotten about them suddenly redoubled deep in her pussy. If she’d been able to open her mouth, she’d have sung with joy.

Having finished with her legs, the blades now began to demolish her womanhood. First, her perineum - that sensitive area between her sex and her anus where she so loved to be touched.  Now it would be touched no more.

Then as if in slow motion, Kairi felt the very first cut into her labia. Fuck! Slice by slice, bit by bit, globbet by fleshy globbet, her sex was stripped away, opening up then destroying her vagina, edging upwards towards her clit. The tension built within what was left of her, and she just knew that the moment the blades hit her clit she would come. And come hard.

She did. And she passed out.

When she came to, maybe ten or twenty seconds had passed, judging by the progress of the blades. Her entire abdomen, her tummy, and half her ribs were gone. The blades were perilously close to the underside of her breasts. Kairi had always bemoaned the lack of receptiveness she felt in her small breasts, at least compared to what some of her female friends claimed to be able to feel, but right now they were ablaze with  erotic sensation. Her nipples had got even harder, if that were possible, and they ached to feel the kiss of steel. Her sex, or at least the diffuse feeling that passed for it down in the base of the blender, responded as well as was possible for a mush of pulverised flesh. Come join me down here, it seemed to call.

One more rib, and then the blades were slicing into her breasts. She wished she could moan. She wished she could move her arms and thrash about. Anything, really, to burst the ever-rising tension. All she could do was shake her head wildly. Then the blades reached her nipples and she came apart again, even more intensely than the first time. Stars flashed in front of her eyes.

Again she blacked out. And, again, when she came to she discovered there was even less of her left. Now the blades were starting to slice away at her armpits. A sudden realisation hit her: once her shoulders were gone there’d be nothing to keep her head in place, suspended only the wrists as she was, and her head would plummet down to instant annihilation. She closed her eyes, forcing herself to become calm. It was inevitable now, so bring it on!

Five seconds passed, then ten. Then she felt herself topple. A sudden sharp pain: she’d hit a blade ear first! A blinding thump on her forehead as the blade hurled her head against the inside of the tank. Then a rebound.

Then her whole world broke into pieces.



When Kairi could think straight again everything had changed. She felt... well... jumbled up. Her entire body. Even her thoughts. Sensations of having her feet tickled drifted past the taste of what she’d had for breakfast. Memories of getting angry with a colleague at work sat alongside the ache of her overstimulated clit. She felt like she was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Unbounded, yet constrained by curved plastic walls.

She knew she was at the bottom of the blender tank, and she was nothing more than human soup. So how could she feel? How could she think? It didn’t make sense, but then did magic really have to make sense? Even more strangely, she found she could see, though it was like looking out from inside a very murky, badly-cleaned fish tank.

She blinked. She could see shins. Bare shins. OK, that was Quinn, then.

“Can she hear us?” Quinn was asking, though the sound was muffled and remote to Kairi’s liquised ears.

“No,” Finella replied.

But she could! Kairi could hear them, if not perfectly then at least sufficiently to understand them. Why didn’t they realise that? Hadn’t Finella said that Quinn had done this dozens of times? Then Kairi remembered Quinn’s look. They’d lied! Quinn may have done plenty of things, but she’d never gone through a blender. Did this mean Kairi was being used as a guinea pig? What if the casting process didn’t work! Would she remain a soup forever?

“Yes, I know.” That was Finella. Kairi kicked herself mentally for zoning out and missing part of the conversation.

“So do you need to add something, to make up for her having less volume than me,” Quinn said. “Or does the magic compensate?”

“We add stuff,” Finella replied. “Some sugar...” Kairi experienced a dizzying wave as what felt like several bags of sugar was dumped in to mix instantly with her liquidised body. It was the most intense sugar rush she’d ever experienced. Worse, even, than that time she’d ate three whole tubs of ice cream after being dumped by Joe.

“And some spice...” Hmmm. Cinammon. Kairi liked cinammon. Though maybe not quite that much.

“And then a little of everything nice.” Oh that was cold! And strong. Chilled vodka? Several bottles by the feel of it. Something tickly too. Smooth and shiny but with a slight underlying roughness. Silk? Shredded silk? A dress, maybe, ripped apart the moment it hit the blades. And under that there had been a handful of something else hard and sharp, too. Those couldn’t be diamonds, could they? Kairi rather liked the idea of being partly made up of crushed diamond.

“There,” Finella said. “That’s what little, and big, big girls are made of!” Kairi heard Quinn’s soft laughter in response, then a clunk and silence as the blender mechanism was turned off.

Kairi heard the the sound of high heels on wood, and something being dragged. Then a loud clunk, followed by a chugging noise and a strange slurping sound. Kairi felt something tug at her, and suddenly she was being pulled down a tube, hurled round corners, then dropped into a void. A person-shaped void she realised, as she felt the first few pints of Kairi-gloop settle into a constrained space the shape of a pair of feel. For a moment she was disoriented, feeling bits of hair, elbow and eye mixed together down there, then somehow the particles that had been her own feet, before being liquidised, managed to force their way to the bottom, to become the feet of the re-cast Kairi-Quinn. It was quite dizzying really, being poured into a mould and simultaneously being rearranged. The vodka wasn’t exactly helping either.

As she slowly filled up the mould, Kairi got to know the shape of Quinn’s body, the shape she’d be living for the next two weeks if all went to plan. Quinn’s legs were longer than Kairi’s (obviously) and her hips were a little wider, though not much. Quinn’s butt was exceptionally well formed. Kairi had noticed that when Quinn had stripped to change, but experiencing it from the inside was something else entirely. Kairi would enjoy having a butt like that! And Quinn’s pussy was a real peach of a puss too: a nicely-rounded mound with a neat little slit. Nothing asymmetrical. No messy protruding labia. Kairi planned to put that pussy through its paces, either alone or - if she could pluck up the courage - with company. She might even be cajoled into sex acts on stage. Adult shows, Finella had said. But surely even adult shows couldn’t go as far as intercourse on stage? Toys, though... yes the idea of having a string of giant dildos pulled from her pussy in front of an audience was rather delicious.

Now Kairi was filling the Quinn mould to the waist. Quinn’s waist was slim, but not so thin that there wasn’t room for a powerful set of abdominal muscles below the skin. Kairi could feel them forming even as she thought about it.

Breasts next. That was where Quinn had Kairi beat hands down. Kairi revelled in the feeling of her liquid self settling into the form of these large orbs. Yes, she’d enjoy having larger tits for a couple of weeks. Long enough to appreciate them, and the effect they’d have on men (and some women too!) but short enough to not get fed up of the backache and the leering that were the inevitable side effects.

Now the shoulders and neck. Quinn had a slender but powerful neck, perfect for being sawn or put under the guillotine. Like everywhere else on this new body, the skin was soft and smooth. No sign of thickening or roughening from the hundreds of severings this neck had surely experienced. Wasn’t magic great!

Finally the head and face. Nice lips. Lips she’d enjoy kissing with. Then Kairi felt another wave of dizziness as her diffuse sense of being able to see simultaneously from every part of her liquidised body coalesced back into regular sight through two eyes, at the same time as her thoughts were sucked into the newly-forming brain. She wanted to blink, to clear her eyes, but her new eyelids were too tightly pressed against the inside of the mould to move them even that tiny bit.

The sudden realisation of her entrapment brought on a wave of panic. Kairi wasn’t claustrophobic, but being squeezed this tightly all over, from head to toe, would surely freak out the most level-headed of people, and it was starting to freak her out too.

Just think of it as a full-body hug, she tried to tell herself. She wasn’t trapped, she was being held safe. But the affirmation didn’t sound convincing even to her.

Luckily the mould popped open at that point. Kairi experienced blinding light, a rush of air, overwhelming noise after the quiet of the mould. Then hands were on her, easing her out from the silicone’s embrace, whispering reassurances in her ear, helping her stand upright and stagger to a bench. Only when she was firmly seated (on that splendid new butt of hers!) did Kairi pay attention to what they were saying.

“Wow!” Quinn was exclaiming. “She could be my identical twin!” She fetched a small mirror and handed it to Kairi. Even though Kairi knew what to expect, seeing a different face looking back at her from the mirror still sent her rocking back. This was real! She really had changed into a perfect doppleganger of Quinn. Kairi set the mirror down and took the glass of red wine Finella was handing her. Even though Kairi hated red wine, she found her new taste buds salivating at the prospect. Weird! How many other little differences would she have to get used to?

“I hope you enjoyed that?” Finella asked. Kairi nodded. Whether Finella had meant the whole being-liquidised-down-to-a-soup-then-recast-in-another-body experience, or just the wine, the answer was yes.

“Good,” Finella said. “Because Quinn’s got a plane to catch for a beach somewhere nice and tropical, and we’ve got a show schedule to discuss.”


THE END (for now!)