"And hello everyone! I am Brittany, your favorite sexy magician with a video series, and today is my newest public release video!" In front of the camera, Brittany smiled, dressed as she was in a very form fitting and very well designed tennis shirt and skirt. In her hands was a large racket. "Today, my costume comes to you care of my idiot brother's own wardrobe for his assistants. Janet says it clashes with her skin tone, but I think she's just jealous!" Brittany hopped about and did a little dance number to show off how flexible she was, not that regular viewers needed the reminder.
"It's said that a good magician can get into places they shouldn't be able to," Brittany announced as she gave a couple of fake practice swings with her racket. "Personally, I've never had a problem with that," she shrugged as she hopped in place for the obvious service for her fans. "Thee question is, how big of a space?"
She swung the racket around in a circle between her and a camera. "So, today's public video will be of me squeezing through this!" She displayed the racket to the camera and all the sides of it. "Turns out there are a lot of regulations about this sort of thing," she informed people. "But the important part is that there are between 16 and 20 strings going top to bottom and left to right on a racket," she ran a finger along it, her fingernails catching each string in passing to show how tight they were. "I have a standard racket with a surface area of 100 square inches, and 16 by 19 strings." She held the racket out so that people could pause the video and count.
"So, let's begin shall we?" she announced as the camera fell back a little to have the whole of Brittany in view. She started by raising her left leg up high, showing under her raised skirt to the the white panties under it. She bent her knee to the side and crossed her leg in front of her like she was folding herself into a lotus position. Instead, she held the racket in front of her raised foot and she pressed the two together. The camera moved closer, and was able to get a good shot of the rubber of the shoe bend and part around the strings of the racket. Then with a slight 'pop', the resistance of the sole of her tennis shoe gave way and her foot lurched through the racket!
"Hah!" Brittany announced as she let go of the racket with her hands, and the camera watched as the racket was now fixed to her ankle, nothing broken on her or her wardrobe. "Easy!" She put her foot down and standing with both feet on the ground, one foot through her racket and the other not. She then raised her free foot and pressed it down on the racket.
The camera zoomed closer to watch as the racket was pushed back down through Brittany's foot and to the ground.
Brittany then bent over at the waist, and put one hand on the handle of the racket as she stepped off with her left. As she straightened up, she pulled the racket up her right leg. This time, without resistance or hesitation as she pulled it past her sock and up to her bare knee where she stopped short of her skirt. She stopped and gave a kick with her right leg to show off the racket stuck in in her for the camera. "It's not going to get much higher on just one leg," she said to the camera. "At least in this video," she added with an attempt at a seductive wink.
She put her root back down and raised up her left leg again. Bending over a little to grab the handle firmly, Birttany put her left leg against the racket and pressed down. It was slow, and the camera watched with anticipation as she slid her limb through the fine wires of the racket until she was able to put her foot on the ground.
Now Brittany stood there with the racket around her knees, her legs pressed together. She bowed a little for the camera. "Tah-dah!" she announced before she reached down, bending at her wait slightly, to put her hands on the racket again. This time, she pulled upward, and the racket ascended her legs, passing through each other without stopping. However, once it reached her skirt, the material began to pool around the racket. The camera ducked under to look up, showing her pristine underwear that revealed nothing else. "No lewds for you!" she informed her public audience.
She stopped lifting the racket and instead starting pushing the fabric of her skirt through the racket, pushing the tugging to get it to go through inside the outer rim. She then resumed lifting until she came to a stop. Her hips were too big. "Ah yes," Brittany looked at the camera. "Anyone who says I'm too fat? Banned. For. Life. Instead, I'm just going to have to wiggle! A sexy wiggle!" She smirked as she put both hands on the racket and began to rock her hips back and forth, side to side, slowly pulling the racket up past her hips and waist, getting through the elastic band of her skirt to reach her bare stomach.
"Ah!" Brittany relaxed as the camera rotated around her to show off her current state. She raised her arms and stretched to emphasize her bare stomach and the racket she was through. "I have to say now," she said to the camera, "the regular subscribers will get the nudie version that I just denied you," she informed them. "Or rather," she clarified, "I'll do this all again, except!" she raised one finger to emphasize the point, "my clothes wont survive the process. And I'll have fun with that!" she said, encouraging people to spend more money on her. "But for now, back to this show!"
With the racket in her stomach, she was starting to lose leverage in pulling the racket upward, and the racket stopped under her top. "OK!" she announced as she folded her right arm across her chest and with the left under the racket to support it, she pressed her arm downward through the racket, emerging on the other side. Once her lower arm from her elbow to her hands were safely across the threshold, she repeated the process with her other arm.
"Now!" she said to the camera as she lifted the racket from underneath, pushing instead of pulling. However, this time, her tight top didn't need the same help as her loose bottom to slide through the racket.
Instead, her breasts refused to go through as the racket lifted them up rather than sliding into them. "Oh dear," Brittany fakely complained. "Whatever shall I do?" She stopped with the racket just under her chest as she instead braced her hands under the racket and shoved!
"AH!" Brittany slammed upward to her neck, past her shoulders where her grip slipped. She checked to make sure her precious chest was fine as the camera examined her new state, the racket now under her chin. "Hey!" She winked at the camera. "I'm going to let you in on a little secret," she leaned in to whisper. "There's going to be a third video for the special premium subscribers," she taunted her audience with forbidden knowledge. "And it will be all-out!"
"But first, I need to finish this!" with her shoulders now free, she was able to fully rotate her arms to push the racket up through her head. She closed her eyes for this, and her hair draped through the racket as she pulled it away with a flourish. "Tah-dah!" she repeated herself as she bowed and swept the racket to one side. "I am Brittany, and this has been my own little sports interlude! I'll see my subscribers in just a minute! For the rest of you, subscribing also gives access to my previous two special videos! Being a super-special premium subscriber gives you access to everything!" she smiled for the camera. "Bye for now!"