Glamour wriggled ineffectively. She knew it wouldn’t do any good, a day or two of doing it hadn’t budged her an inch, but there really wasn’t much else to do. She was wrapped tight in what felt like it was a cocoon of spandex, and her stomach was bloated with… well… Her twin sister.
“He didn’t say anything yet, did he?” asked Glitz, who at the moment was little more than a very well defined feminine shape stretching her sister’s midsection.
“Yes, sis. He explained the whole thing to me, about how he does the tricks, and then he offered to let me out, but I said, ‘No, I want to stay trapped in your hat while my sister ruins my figure.”
“There’s no need to be snippy,” Glitz said. “At least you’re not soaking in your sister’s juices.”
“Hey in there!” came a sudden male voice from above.
It was Gary the Great. He was directly responsible for the construction of a few genuinely magic hats. He was therefore indirectly responsible for both Glitz’s ingestion and Glamour’s imprisonment.
“Shh! It’s him,” Glamour said. She raised her voice. “Yes? Can we come out now?”
“Not just yet. See, like I said earlier, we’re having trouble finding assistants. Normally you two would be canned… or maybe creatively disposed of… but I need help for my show. So tonight is going to sort of be a trial by fire. You’re going to assist with a show, no rehearsal. If you do a good job, and by that I mean if the audience leaves happy, then we’ll see about forgiving your attempted theft of very valuable trade secrets and get this partnership off on the foot it should have from the start. Sound good?”
“That depends. When you say ‘trial by fire’…”
“There is no actual fire,” Gary said. “At least not at this performance. Now brace yourself, I’m going to give you a little more room.
She felt her prison shake, and suddenly the walls seemed to loosen, allowing her to drop down onto a slightly springy platform below her. Scattered around the platform was assorted tools of the magician’s trade: bowling balls, handkerchiefs, a few bunnies. Everything was illuminated somehow, though she couldn’t make out any apparent source of light.
“Now put this on!” he said.
An outfit fluttered down from above. She picked it up to find it was a black leotard with a cotton tail. Wrapped in it was a hair band with rabbit ears. It was like a playboy bunny outfit. The only thing missing was the bow tie. Of course, she was already wearing a bow tie as part of her current costume.
Rather than object, or otherwise argue with someone who was effectively a wizard, she stripped and attempted to pull it on. She quickly ran into a bit of a road block.
“It won’t fit!” Glamour said.
“What do you mean it won’t fit? It is just the right size!”
“Maybe, but I accidentally ate my sister, remember?” Glamour said.
“You mean to tell me she didn’t figure out she should just crawl back in the hat?” he called down.
“… No…”
“What’s he saying?” Glitz asked.
“He said you should crawl back in the hat,” Glamour hissed.
“… Ohhhhh. Right. I guess I’ll load the rest of the stuff that popped out of it first?”
“Yes please,” Glamour said.
There was a moist, slithery sound as the form of her sister began to struggle and feel around. The sensation was peculiarly enjoyable, causing Glamour to murmur quietly to herself and wonder if maybe Gary had included something in the spell to make it feel this good. After all, a stomach as distended as hers should have been agonizing. Not… arousing.”
Finally she noticed her stomach begin to decrease in size. She looked down to see the shapely rump and thighs of her sister wriggling about as they worked their way into the magic hat that had found its way into her stomach at the same time.
It took a little effort, and a lot of pushing her high heels uncomfortably into the inside of her sister’s stomach, but eventually Glitz slid bodily into what was otherwise a standard size top hat. That just left Glamour with the cylindrical shape of the hat itself distending her belly, but a little bit of squeezing and jiggling got it to collapse and roll up into its secret “wand” form factor.
With that done it was a simple matter to slip on the leotard and hair band. Sure enough, it was precisely her size, hugging her firm midriff and tracing the curves of her ass and breasts almost scandalously well. The fabric seemed to be spandex, giving her sculpted body a dull sheen that traced the nuances of her anatomy delightfully.
“You’ve got quite an eye for costume,” she said, with a twitch of one bunny ear.
She furrowed her brow and looked up. When she attempted to wiggle one of the appendages attached to the hair band, she found she could move it at will. She reached up to touch it and found she could also feel with the ear, and when she followed it to her head, the base seemed to attach to her head, and the hair band they were formerly attached to had vanished. On a hunch, she twisted around and wriggled her little pompom of a tail.
After a moment of panic, she dug through her costume and found a compact. Snapping it open, she found to her great relief that while she’d evidently acquired a set of functional ears and a tail, she’d not taken on any more bunny characteristics.
“This is a hell of an outfit, Gary,” she said.
“I strive for authenticity. Hands to your sides please. It’s about to tighten up again.”
She obliged, and an instant later the stretchy walls of her prison constricted around her again, sealing her back in her elastic wrapping and suspending her in place.
“This is just a small public appearance at a local club. Just a few minutes, a few gags, and then you two are the finale.”
“What do I have to do? What’s the shtick?”
“Just follow my lead and exude charisma. Do a good job now. You’re fighting an uphill battle for my approval, remember.”
“Okay,” she said.
“What was all that?” Glitz asked, her voice barely audible from within a rolled up hat within Glamour’s stomach.
“Just go with the flow,” Glamour said. “We do a good job and all’s forgiven.”
“And if we do a bad job?”
“Let’s not do a bad job.”
Glamour listened intently to the sound filtering in from outside the hat. Gary seemed to be doing rather well. Every few seconds there was a round of applause or burst of laughter. He introduced tricks with an easy enthusiasm that kept the crowd in the palm of his hand, and many things he claimed to be doing with audience volunteers sounded impossible. Considering she was listening to him perform them while stuffed inside his hat, and while her twin sister was similarly stuffed inside her tummy, probably he was more than capable of whatever he set out to do.
“And now for my closing number. For more than a century, there has been one trick that has been a byword of stage magic. So much so that it has become symbolic of clichéd, hacky magicians performing before drunken Vegas crowds. I speak, of course, of pulling the rabbit out of the hat.”
“Oh brother,” Glamour muttered. “Should have seen this coming.”
“Tonight,” Gary continued, “I hope to show you a fresh twist on this classic work of prestidigitation.”
Glamour felt her world shift and flip about, then a sharp tap as she presumed the hat was placed on a table. Gary pronounced some gibberish and suddenly she felt the walls beneath her grow tighter, squeezing her long legs until she began to slide upward.
At the same moment, she felt a cool draft on her brand new ears and a burst of laughter from the crowd.
“Looks like I got a kingsize one this time,” he said, to general approval from the crowd.
She felt his hands gently but firmly tug at her hears and she slid a few inches further up until her head began to emerge. She stopped just after her nose flipped up onto the brim, producing another burst of laughter and applause.
At this point, Glamour could have been feeling a number of things. Amazement at the casual violations of various physical laws wouldn’t have been out of place. Humiliation at being essentially used as a prop should have been high on the list. Both of those fell far behind the other thought that dominated her mind. Every time she moved even a little bit, she could feel the tightness of the material sliiiiiide along her thin, skin-tight leotard. It felt like someone was running their fingers along her body, and the subtle texture of the stretchy material that held her was teasing along her nipples with a quiet *zip*. The first slide had stiffened them. Each subsequent one was making her tingle and squirm more and more. The same sensation to a slightly lesser degree was happening all over her body.
~~~
Gary smiled as the audience ate up the act. He knew he’d been missing something for a while. His magic was top notch, beyond anything the other guys could pull off, but he could never quite grab folks like some of his competitors. What he was missing, it was clear, was a pretty girl. He gave a long slow tug and watches as the spandex-clad breasts stretched the hat’s rim and popped out, jiggling pleasantly before returning to buoyant, perky shape.
“Feel free to help out, my arms aren’t quite long enough to get you out on my own,” he said.
Glamour nodded and started to go through a bit of a routine of her own, allowing Gary to step back and admire. Her she slipped her arms free and planted them on the rim, squeezing them just slightly together in such a way that wonderfully presented her bosom to the crowd. She then lithely shifted and turned, revealing herself from the impossibly small hat inch by inch with the same motions one might use when wriggling out of a pair of leggings during a strip tease. The audience was far enough that they wouldn’t be able to see, but judging by the rock-hard nubs her nipples had become and the faint blush to her cheeks, something had brought her to a slow simmer while she was on her way out. He’d have to ask her about that after. Fun was fun, but he didn’t want her feeling uncomfortable or exposed on stage without her permission.
He crossed his arms and grinned as she managed to maintain her balance through to slipping her feet free. She then pressed both hands down on the edge of the hat like pommel horse and vaulted down to the floor, sticking the landing with bubbly little bounce and flourish.
“Glamour, everyone,” Gary said. “The king, or should I say, queen-size rabbit.”
The crowd gave another smattering of applause.
“Now folks,” Gary said, popping the hat back on his head and moving the table aside replacing it with a chair, which he guided Glamour into. “You’ve all seen the rabbit out of the hat trick, but here’s a trick I’ll bet you haven’t seen.”
He turned to her and whispered, rolling up his sleeve. “Look up, open wide, and try not to gag?”
“Wha—ulk!” she said, as he tipped her chin up with one arm and smoothly sliding the other one down her throat.
She struggled, but only briefly, and the audience ooh-ed and and aah-ed as his arm produced a visible bulge down her throat. After some rather noisy rummaging about in her tummy, he withdrew his hand clutching a black wand.
With a flick of his wrist, it popped out into the form of a second hat.
“And there you have it. Pulling a hat out of a rabbit.”
Again the audience approved, though with a notable undertone of groans.
“Some of you who are familiar with my act know that Glamour here is a newcomer,” he said, guiding her to her feet as she demurely coughed. “Take a bow, Glamour.”
She obliged.
“I thought to myself, you know what I need? A lovely assistant.” He placed the second hat face down on the floor. “But you know what I want?”
He gave the hat a tap.
“Two lovely assistants!”
Crouching, he grabbed the brim and began to raise the hat. Set on the floor beneath the hat were two glossy black high heels. As he smoothly slid it upward, a gorgeous pair of stocking-clad legs followed, then shapely thighs, and a fit midsection. The audience laughed as the hat seemed to get stuck just at the rib cage, and with a few yanks, a full, plump bosom bounced free followed by an adorable—if confused—face. Removing her arms required him to flip the hat up in the air. At its peak it collapsed back into the wand shape and he caught it with a flourish and dropped it into his pocket.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, Glitz. Yes, sir. Let’s hear it for Glitz and Glamour.”
The audience roared.
“Now let me ask you folks a question. How many of you, by round of applause, have ever seen a rabbit pulled out of a hat, like our pretty little cottontail here?”
Most of the audience responded.
“How many of you remember what happened to the rabbit after?”
Barely a smattering.
“Exactly. It’s the age old problem. How do you end the trick? Just hand it off stage? Seems a little anti-climactic, especially for my closer. But then I thought… well, there’s one thing the whole animal kingdom loves to do with rabbits.”
“… Oh, no,” Glamour said with her ears sagging, much to the delight of the audience.
“There, there, Glamour,” Gary said. “That’s show biz. Maybe you’d like to give your sister a kiss goodbye?”
Glitz and Glamour looked at each other and shrugged, then stepped out to center stage and did a fairly hammy little routine, each puckering and bending at the waist to plant a light peck on the other’s lips, a perfect mirror of each other’s pose.
Must as their lips touched, Gary placed a gloved hand on the back of each of their heads and lightly pressed. It was enough to throw them off balance. Glitz’s lips slid open, stretching a bit. Glamour’s head slipped forward, squishing a bit. Then, with a pop, Glamour’s head slurped fully into Glitz’s mouth. Her eyes goggled in genuine surprise, and the crowd gasped and clapped enthusiastically.
~~~
Glitz realized she should have been in agonizing pain, but honestly, her mouth wasn’t much wider than it usually was. Still, her mouth was jammed full of bunny ears and smooth skin. Quite by accident she found herself slathering her sister’s face with her tongue, trying to mutter some choice words to Gary but unable to do so with a mouth so full. Gary stepped around behind her, and with her sister dangling out of her mouth from the shoulders down, she couldn’t turn to watch him.
A moment later, she felt pressure in the small of her back. Gary was leaning on her, no doubt in some exaggerated pose. It was doing its job though. The extra weight pushed Glitz forward and downward. With a long, slithering slurp her sister’s shoulders squished down and popped into her mouth. Soon her breasts did the same, their heavy, fabric-wrapped softness dancing across Glitz’s tongue. Again, she couldn’t help but suckle them lightly, causing Glamour to squirm and squeal at the stimulation.
Glitz could feel her sister’s shapely body stuffing her throat and stomach to capacity, yet somehow her vest hadn’t launched its buttons across the stage. She’d gulped Glamour down to her waist now, with her sister’s manicured fingers sticking out either side of her mouth. Gary bent down and called out to Glitz’s stomach.
“Wave goodbye to the nice people, Glamour. Time for the rabbit to go down the hole.”
The pinned hand nearest to the crowd waved, summoning another laugh. Gary then grabbed Glamour’s ankles and lifted them up, heaving them up over Glitz so that their now rigid bodies made a straight line. Gravity did its work, causing the leggy blond to slither and squelch in a steady, smooth descent until her high heels popped off on her sister’s chin, clattering to the ground before her toes wriggled their way between her sister’s glossy red lips.
Glitz swallowed hard and looked down at herself. Somehow her sexy, flat stomach was still as taut and trim as ever, yet she could feel her scantily clad twin squirming delightfully in her tummy. The taste of her sister, even through her clothes, was still fresh on her lips as well. And it was sinfully luscious. Already she was dreaming about doing two shows a night. Maybe stealing this guy’s tricks wasn’t the right thing to do. Being his assistant had its benefits.
She hiccupped lightly, stirring the crowd to laughter once more, then felt her stomach. Just beneath the surface, not quite visible but certainly detectable with her fingers, she could feel the tiny bulge of her devoured sister. The realization that it had actually happened started to make her a bit light headed.
“Whoa. Careful there. Here, have a seat,” he said, sliding the chair behind her and guiding her toward it.
The audience laughed again at something Glitz couldn’t identify. When her butt hit the seat, or rather, when it didn’t, she realized. Gary had slipped his hat onto the chair, and when she put her weight on it, the brim slid out and she plopped inside, foldling in half and sliding into its tight interior until only her head, arms, and legs below the knees remained outside.
“Sorry, Glitz, but we’ve only had one plane ticket in, and that means only one plane ticket out. Say goodbye!”
She sighed and waved, then received a light shove to the top of her head, popping her the rest of the way inside.
Being folded in half in jackknife position was something she was limber enough to endure without any pain, but feeling the fabric of the hat’s non-Euclidian interior tightly hugging her curves was at once a bit humiliating and a bit of a turn on. Once again she was tucked away inside a silk hat, carried about like an accessory. This was going to be a hell of a way to make a living.