Kairi-Quinn’s First Show, Part 7: A New Set of Threads

A ‘real magic’ story featuring Kairi.

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 and sexual situations. Enjoy!



Kairi watched from the wings as the curtain rose on Finella, who stood in front of the now vacant table. The buzz-saw attachment was gone. The tank of water was gone. The painted backdrop depicting a secret medical laboratory was gone. All that was left was the bowing magician and the steel table with its leather restraints, now hanging unbuckled and open.

Finella rose and beckoned to the opposite wing of the stage. Kairi watched Akina skip onto stage to take Finella’s hand. The Asian woman was naked except for a gold gauze sarong around her hips, so sheer that it hardly hid anything. Akina had a gigantic grin on her face and showed no sign at all of the trauma her petit body had just gone through.

Finella raised her other hand. Kairi took this as her cue and trotted out into the limelight in an identical costume to Akina’s. The three woman linked hands and bowed to yet another round of applause.

Finally, Finella let go of their hands. Her voice cut through the applause. “As you can see, ladies and gentlemen, my lovely assistant and my even more lovely volunteer are completely unharmed.” She turned and looked Akina up and down before facing the audience again. “Though the same cannot be said of Akina’s clothes, which is why she’s had to borrow one of the spare costumes I keep for exactly  such occasions.”

Finella then turned to Akina, speaking directly to her, though keeping her voice pitched loud enough for everyone to hear.

“That still leaves one problem, my dear. You can hardly go home dressed like that without raising eyebrows. No, I need to fix you something just a tiny bit more fitting for returning from a night on the town.” She scratched her chin, making a show of thinking. “A sleeveless cocktail dress would do nicely. I don’t have anything handy in your size, but with the help of a little magic – and Quinn, here – I could easily make something. I just need some thread.”

Finella snapped her fingers. Immediately, two stage hands appeared from backstage, one wheeling what looked like a slightly oversized old-fashioned wooden spinning wheel, the other carrying a matching bench under his arm. The men set the items down and left. Finella turned to face Kairi.

“You look a little tired, Quinn,” Finella said. “Why don’t you take a seat?”

Kairi stepped up smartly, trying not to blush as her enlarged breasts bounced. The audience, after all, had seen all she had several times already, and it wasn’t like any of them would recognise her after she was transformed from her current Quinn doppelganger form back to her normal body shape.

“No, dear,” Finella corrected her. “Astride the bench, please. Facing the wheel. Then bring your arms up in front of you, palms together like you’re praying.”

Kairi complied, facing the audienc and holding to pose to see what would come next. A few moments later she heard Finella’s voice again, now coming from behind.

“Okay, Akina, climb up behind her, please.”

Kairi felt the bench shift fractionally as Akina sat down. The woman’s breath was warm on her bare neck. Kairi shivered as hard nipples brushed tentatively against her shoulder blades.

“No, no. Closer please, Akina. Shuffle up as close as you can get. And put your arms around her.”

Kairi felt the soft pillows of Akina’s breasts flatten against her back. Smooth thighs parted around her hips and clamped onto her legs. Arms reached round her waist, neatly manicured hands settling on her belly. Warmth surged through her as she pictured Akina’s pussy, moist and splayed wide open, mere inches from her Kairi’s backside.

Then Finella was grasping Kairi’s wrist, holding her still as she pushed her and Akina as close together as was possible, pressing Kairi’s arms hard against her own breasts, squashing them. Kairi felt a flush spread over her chest as Finella untied her sarong then guided Akina’s right hand down to cup her sex. Finella completed her manhandling by easing Akina’s other hand up under Kairi’s arm to cradle her left breast.

“Breathe in now,” Finella instructed them, wrapping a several sets of leather straps around their torsos and legs, buckling them so tightly together that Kairi felt her skin cling to Akina’s.

Now Finella stepped back round fully into Kairi’s field of view again. The magician unwound several feet of thread from the spinning wheel’s bobbin, wrapping it around the wheel before tying the end off in a tight loop around Kairi’s little fingers.

“Now, ladies and gentlemen, let’s get Quinn spinning!” As Finella spoke, Kairi saw the magician’s leg move to press her foot down on something under the spinning wheel. Kairi felt the thread tighten, then tug hard at her littlest fingers.

“Ow!” she cried, but Finella didn’t let off the pressure. She stamped down again.

Kairi gritted her teeth. Just before she thought her fingers would break, the painful tension suddenly eased into a bearable even pull. Looking down, Kairi was astonished to see the thread winding gradually onto the wheel, dragging a ribbon of elongated skin behind it! With surprising dispassion she noted how the tugging sensation moved up one finger then down the next, leaving a feeling of nothingness behind it. As each fingertip vanished, she saw a stripe of shiny crimson pass along the thread, being the varnish from one red-lacquered fingernail. With such details all adding up, there was no doubt about it. She was being slowly unwound, turned into human thread, like a silkworm coccoon being unravelled into raw silk.

The analogy caused something to click. Thread. Silk. Clothing. If she was being unwound and reformed as thread, presumably it was so she could then be woven into a garment. A garment for Akina to wear home. She mentally kicked herself for not realising it before, but so much had happened to her this evening that she could be excused a little lapse of concentration.

The idea of being pulled apart then refashioned into a living dress rather appealed to her. What would it be like, to be worn? Especially by someone as sexy as Akina? To be a tissue-thin silken sheath, hugging every inch of Akina’s naked skin, moving with every breath the woman took, feeling her chest rise and fall within her? To swish against her hips with every step taken, until the end of day, when she’d be unzipped, left to slide down Akina’s firm legs and puddle on the floor, from where she could watch Akina’s lover of the night take her...

She pulled herself up short with a start. While she’d been daydreaming her arms had been unravelled all the way down to her elbows. Flesh-toned strands whipped and spun away, criss-crossing to form a single thread that whirred out and round the wheel, only to spool back onto the spinning bobbin. Moments later her upper arms had vanished too. Now completely armless, Kairi felt lightheaded.

Then the whirring stopped, but it was only a momentary respite for Finella smartly snipped the thread, swapped over to a fresh bobbin, and restarted the wheel. Kairi now felt her shoulders dissolve away. Soon, the unravelling had reached the swells of her breasts, taking apart that sensitive flesh too.

Akina shifted her hands so that the threads that moments before had been Kairi’s breast tissue passed between Akina’s fingers on their way to the wheel, and the sensation was like being carressed inside and out. The feeling only intensified when Akina slipped a finger inside Kairi’s sex.

Kairi couldn’t help but moan. Akina squeezed and kneaded Kairi’s diminishing breasts, then, when almost nothing was left of them, she pinched Kairi’s remaining nipple.

Wow! It seemed like the less that was left of her, the more intense the sensations became. She was almost coming, falling...

She was falling! Her chest, her entire upper torso, had been pulled apart, she realised and there was now nothing supporting her head.

Hands grabbed her toppling head front and back, fingers cradling her chin and the back of her head. She felt herself being turned round.

Oh goodness! There was her body, or at least her body from the navel down. Of the upper half, nothing was left, Akina supporting her lower half with one hand on her left hip, the other buried deep between her thighs, which shook from the vibration of the threads whirring away from her waist, as well as from Akina’ ministrations. Just a little deeper, just a little harder, and she might climax at last.

She was almost there when a sudden movement sent a wave of giddiness through her. When she recovered, she realised her head had been lifted to a position just above the whirring bobbin.

Finella lifted her slowly up. Suddenly Kairi remembered the sharp tip she’d noticed the bobbin spindle sport. She barely had time to think no! before she was being thrust down right onto it.

She passed out.



When Kairi came to again, it was to see that nothing was left of her except for two legs, truncated just above the knees, lying discarded on the floor. Oh, and the spiked head she was looking out from. Akina was standing now, being shown several bobbins of thread.

“Those are her arms,” Finella was saying. “That’s her tummy, and those two are her breasts.” Kairi wished she could feel something – anything – of her unravelled body, but it might as well have been actual silk, not a living part of her. At least she felt nothing until Akina brushed her fingertips down the third reel of thread. Oh, yes, she felt that! One non-existant nipple pebbled again.

“What about this one?” Akina asked, pointing to the smallest bobbin.

“Oh, that’s Quinn’s inner thighs,” Finella answered. “Along with what lies between, if you get my drift. I’m saving that for something special to match the dress.”

“Oh, okay,” Akina said. She paused. “What now? I mean...” She looked down at her bare chest and blushed.

“Yes,” Finella replied. “It’s time to get you covered up. Just go and stand on that platform over there and hold your arms up above your head.”

From her surprisingly comfortable perch atop her spike, Kairi could just manage to see the circular disk that Akina stepped up onto. First, Finella fitted a choker ribbon around Akina’s neck. Then she loaded all but one of the bobbins onto a rack, before taking the loose ends from three of them and tying them to the bottom of Akina’s choker. Finally, she stood back and clicked her fingers.

Akina started to revolve, slowly at first then gradually faster. As she span, the Kairi-Quinn threads criss-crossed around her neck and shoulders, weaving a flesh-toned dress from the neck downwards. As the descending hem reached Akina’s chest, Kairi realised she could feel her fingers once again, tingling painfully as if a numbness was wearing off. They still obviously weren’t attached to her, though, and as the rest of her hands followed her fingers back into existance she realised her palms were cradling soft, warm, rounded flesh. Two sets of rounded flesh, perky but with a pleasing weight to them, and with a pair of hard nubs just where her middle and ring fingers split apart.

She could also feel her back too, soft and silky, stretched across a pair of shoulder blades that weren’t her own.

The rest of her torso followed, rewoven as a tight sheath dress clinging to Akina’s slight curves, her arms becoming decorative side panels, her hands remaining as cups for Akina’s modest breasts, her hips and butt moulded around Akina’s thighs and perky behind.

Parts were still missing, though. She couldn’t feel her own breasts. The two bobbins wound with those parts of her anatomy had been left beside the spinning wheel, Kairi noticed, as if they were leftovers.

And what of her sex? That was still wound around the final bobbin, though she could feel nothing of it, nothing of her not-so-secret flesh and ¬– unfortunately – nothing of the hard wooden rod that ran down the middle of that bobbin like a mahogany dildo. But Finella had promised something special for that remaining part of her, so Kairi waited patiently.

She didn’t have to wait long either. Akina soon stopped spinning. Finella told her not to get off the platform, but she did invite Akina to look down at her new garment.

“What do you think of it?” Finella asked her.

“It’s wonderful!” Akina replied, running her hands up and down the dress.

Kairi couldn’t hold back a moan. Akina looked started for a moment, then smiled and did it again. Cheekily, she ran her finger up along the material stretched between her buttocks. Kairi whimpered, blushing furiously.

“Enough of that,” Finella said. “For now at least,” she added, relenting. She took the loose end of the final bobbin and approached Akina once more, easing the thread up under the hem at the front. Now it was Akina’s turn to whimper as Finella tied the end off goodness knows where.

Finella stepped back and clicked her fingers yet again. Akina started to revolve again, first slowly then a little faster, the thread disappearing up under her short dress, her blush deepening as a new garment apparently took shape.

It only took a few revolutions for Kairi’s assumption to be proven true. Kairi’s inner thighs and what lay between – her mound of Venus and her aching cleft – were being rewoven into the form of a pair of lace panties stretched tight over Akina’s lower regions. Kairi could feel Akina’s hips as if they were between her own thighs, forcing them apart, Akina’s mound as if inside her own, and as for her sex, well that was there too, though oddly stretched. Gaping, even. Not unpleasantly, though. No. Not at all unpleasantly.

Soon Akina was stationary again. Finella had her step down then lift the hem of her dress to show off her new lingerie. Kairi’s eyes bugged at the sight of the panties formed from her own flesh, at once delicately feminine with lace and embroidered flowers, but also blatently crude thanks to the split crotch design, the sides of the neat gash bearing more than a slight resemblance to Kairi’s (or Quinn’s) labia. The silk-edged slit glistened in the stage light, drawing gasps from the audience, the front rows of whom must surely be able to see every detail of the garment.

And just to make sure of it, Finella explained it to them, while the crimson-cheeked volunteer just stood there, hands keeping the hem of her dress high up around her hips.

“So, ladies and gentlemen,” she concluded. “if any of you are lucky enough to talk your way into Akina’s bed tonight just remember to have her keep these on for the main event. Then you’ll be making love to two women at the same time. Our lovely volunteer, there in the flesh with you, and the more pertinent parts of my magical assistant, Quinn.”

“The less useful part – her head –” Finella added, “I will leave here atop the spike to be reunited with her body once Akina has finished playing. Tomorrow, probably, or maybe the day after, or the day after that...”

Finella tailed off to titters from the audience, leaving Kairi almost overwhelmed by sensation as Akina walked down off the stage, her thighs rubbing Kairi in the most intimate way, every sway of her body rubbing Kairi up deliciously, almost distracting her from being wheeled away and stuck in a store room. Even as the light went out, Kairi didn’t bemoan her fate. Yes, she’d not be able to see what happened to her body later tonight, but oh she’d could feel it, and she trusted her new friend to know that and to take advantage of it in every possible way.


THE END