I was fuming. Well I was telling myself I was, but I was worried secretly that I was not as angry as I ought to be.

I had been hesitant about agreeing to do the show topless. Not that I am shy of my body, I was happy with my curves but it just seemed a bit much.

In the event I had to agree that the show had gone super well. We had done some sleight of hand and I had followed the magician from table to table in the club carrying a tray with the props wearing just my high heels and bikini bottoms. It was daunting at first walking out like that when everyone else was clothed, but I confess I  had kind of enjoyed the attention.

The bigger illusions had been fine. The light spiker felt a bit more daring and  it sure spiced up the stretcher when people twigged that my generous chest was going to get in on the act.

The final illusion was a new one on me. The cabinet was about waist high on the magician with two doors on the front. The magician had had me kneel in the cabinet and he secured me in place with straps over my ankles. I had to stretch just a little to let him fit the two part lid (which had cut outs to trap my neck snugly) under my chin. Once those were in place my arms were cuffed to the sides near the top of the box. I relaxed and settled myself smiling and waving as the box was wheeled around to show me off.

Once the boxes two doors had been closed the magician had wasted no time in sliding two square blades at the junction between the doors dividing me just below my navel. It  felt wonderful. A bite of pain followed by a rush which is hard to beat.

The magician had pushed out a funny little trolley, a small wheel in each corner of a rectangle with a slender leg poking up from each corner maybe a foot high. With a deep breath he had lifted the top part of the box and moved it sideways, so it only just balanced on the lower part. I looked shocked at the realisation I was no longer in one piece. He adjusted his grip and to everyone’s surprise not least mine this time he lifted the top box clear turned me upside down and set me on the trolley! I squeaked as my weight settled on my shoulders. My hands were close enough to the what had been the top that I could use them for balance and support too.I was very disorientated. My head  was almost touching the floor, I could feel my ponytail was resting on it.

The magician took a bow and lifted the lower half of the box, setting in place the right way up on top of the reversed upper half.   He took a bow and moved the new assembly one way then the other.  I smiled a little weakly, trying to get used to seeing the room upside down. Then he unclipped the door to top part which revealed my kneeling bare legs, my waist finishing at the top where the silver divider was. It must have been quite a sight.

He did the same to the lower door, exposing me from waist to shoulder. The audience could now see my top half, upside down, resting on my shoulders and hands.  He had then pushed me out into the club, between the tables, my hair trailing on the floor so people could get a closer look! A few people were invited to touch and check everything was indeed real! I was shocked, humiliated and if I was honest a little excited. I had become used to being on stage in a skimpy costume but this was reaching a whole new level. Looking back I guess it was inevitable someone would have untied the ties to my bikini and remove it, leaving my smoothly waxed crotch rather hard to miss.

My real surprise had come at the end of the show, however.  Rather than restore me as normal the magician just took his bows and left me in the club.  I waited helplessly as the room emptied. A while later two porters arrived and wheeled me through entrance lobby and out into the side alley where the club entrance was! I cried out. It was too much. Ignoring my protests, the magician had locked the wheels and put a wooden top on the top of my little box on which he left flyers for the show. Like I was so much furniture ! But for some reason I didn’t protest any more. Even when he left me alone in the cold, dirty and surprisingly busy alleyway.

I had wanted to beg for him not go  through with it. With my head inches from the dirty street all I could really see was people’s feet, it was awful. Especially given the view of  they all had! But I didn’t. I was gonna be a trooper about it. I loved being a magician’s assistant and wanted to help the show so I had accepted my predicament. It had better have sold lots of tickets!

 For the past two hours people had stopped for flyers, checked out my parts and taken selfies. It was degrading, humiliating and if I am honest more than a little exciting. I hadn’t applied for this job by accident after all.

Tight places, losing control, helplessness all those and more shot through my fantasies and being tied up locked up sliced and diced for peoples entertainment was probably my dream job. I guess he knew I wouldn’t complain too much.

And now he is back. At last

“Sorry I’m late, I had a couple of drinks with some of the audience then went upstairs to grab a bite and got sidetracked speaking to the kitchen guys. Long story short they have a bit of a drama going on and I said I thought you could help”

“You surely cant expect me to do the washing up too?” He was wheeling me back to the prop room.

“Of course not”

“Then I have no idea how I can help?”

“But you are happy to help if you can ?”

“Of course. You know I had a date tonight ?”



“Oh?”

“Yeah we had arranged to meet here after the show. He turned up just in time to see me having my picture taken out there with half a dozen guys on a stag do….”

“So he didn’t wait ? “

“What do you think”

By now I was back in one piece and looking for my robe.

“Well if you help out the guys upstairs will be very grateful. And the hotel manager said their will be a sizeable tip. Oh you won’t need that”.

“I , but I’m ? Just what do you have in mind?”





“You’ll see”

By now he had fetched another box. Another one that was new to me. Perhaps the evenings proceedings had made me more horny than I had realised. I certainly seemed to be very relaxed about my lack of clothes.

“OK “ I heard myself say.

“Hop in”



Still very puzzled I stepped in to the box, a small cube maybe eighteen inches each way.  It had a smallish hole on each side and two larger ones on the front.

“No way I am fitting in there “ I looked down the odd box didnt even come to my knees.

“Relax”

He was holding a square of wood. It had an oval hole in it.

“Look up”

I did as he asked, without so much as a hesitation. He did nothing more complicated than press down. At first it seemed silly, but then a strange euphoria crept through me, from my feet up. Staring at the ceiling it took me a few seconds to realise my legs felt strange. And, I was getting shorter.

I could feel myself filling the box and the shorter I got the better it felt. Finally with a grunt he pushed the last bit and the lid was in place. I couldn’t move an inch, I could feel myself folded up impossibly. Leg touched back stomach and arm all at once. Sadly the almost orgasmic feeling had faded. I was left starring helplessly at the ceiling under no doubt I was crammed in to the little box so tightly I could barely breath.

The magician helped me feed my hands though the smaller holes at the sides of the box and then pulled and twisted my nipples till my boobs projected out front. He took a picture on his phone and showed me. There I was in a small wooden cube, my face unmistakably on top, hands waving at the sides and my breasts bulging painfully out of the front.  Clearly impossible but I knew I was really in there alright.

“OK?”

He seemed to ask sincerely. It felt so tight, and a little embarrassing. And daring.

“OK” I didn’t know what else to say, and I didn’t feel like I had the breath to say it anyway.

Things began to move quickly then. The magician used a drill to screw down the lid. I was a bit taken a back but the vibrations felt so good. I was pretty sure there was no way I could get out even if I wanted to. Which made the magician adding thick straps around the closed box which he cinched up and secured with padlocks seem a little over the top. I could feel just the leather at the side of my breasts.

“I guess I am in here for a while then” I chuckled.

“You sure you are OK doing this? Its a bit above and beyond?”

I wanted to point out I had no idea what “this” was. But he was already loading me onto a trolley. Before I knew it I was being wheeled through the corridor and to the service lift. To my horror he pressed the button to go up. Which meant the swanky hotel whose basement the club used.

I could only imagine what I looked like. I was about to ask just what he had in mind when the doors opened. To my horror there were three guys already in it. Looking straight up meant I could only see most of that was going on from the corner of my eyes but it seemed they were workmen.  They looked shocked but a few seconds later we had reached our floor and my bizarre journey continued.

I had never been in the hotel kitchen before. It was way bigger than I would have guessed. I was shunted past some storage and cold rooms past rows of cooking equipment I didn’t recognise or understand. I still had no idea what the the help I was meant to be providing was. But somehow the time for negotiation seemed to have passed.

The trolley stopped at the far end of the room by a bank of stainless steel cabinets.

“My god, she’s done it”



“Is that really Natasha? I thought you was hot when I saw the show but this is unreal”

“Amazing dude”

I was kind of torn between wanting to die of embarrassment and not hating the attention.  The magician clearly wanted to get on. He positioned me by one of the pieces of machinery. I could see its side was open . There was a gap in the mess of pipes and wires.

Next he held up some sort of pipe and moved it to my mouth. I could feel the eyes of the kitchen crew watching so opened wide. He lowered the pipe a bit then twisted the end. Something opened inside my mouth and I realised the end of the pipe had opened somehow like a flower and its petals and was now not going back out without help. The magician tweaked the end and I felt it jam against the back of my teeth.

Next he and one of the guys lifted me up and into the strange space, leaving me looking straight up into the bowels of the machine with by boobs facing out to the impromptu audience.

He reached beneath me and fiddled some more and I felt something hard and round invade me from underneath. I saw starts briefly as it found its way several inches into my poor little ass. I moaned loudly.

The magician made some more adjustments that I couldn’t see then stepped back. My view was limited to say the least but he sounded pleased with himself to say the least.

“Are you sure she’s ok ? “





“Of course, arent you Natasha?”

I moaned again and gave a weak thumbs up. I am not sure why. It possibly wasn’t my best ever decision .

“So does it work?”

I wasn’t at all sure I liked “it””. Although it did cause another shiver.

“You turn her on here”

There was a click and then a feint hum. The pipe in my ass started to vibrate. Gently but maddeningly. I moaned again.

“It’s amazing I think she likes it. What a star!”

The magician continued to demonstrate his invention.

“So you just turn the tap on here, and scrape and clean as normal”.

All of a sudden my mouth was filled with water. I thought I would choke or drown but it seemed to just flow into me and down without affecting my breathing. I still had no idea what all this was leading up to. Maybe the buzzing was making me slow.

“OK Natasha ? “

I put my thumb up weakly again. I could see faces peering into watch me.

“Figured it out yet ? “

I really hadn’t so I made a sort of palms out gesture .

“Well the kitchen waste disposal went down”



I moaned again as I finally started to join the dots.

“Without it the kitchen would have to close. Frank here spent hours calling emergency plumbers and no one has the parts or a spare. It was looking bad. So I said we could help”.

“So is it ok just to get on?” Someone asked.

“Sure”

There was clattering and clonks and squidgy noises above me, the vibrating in my butt started again and then my mouth was filling up once more. It made no sense that I could still breath but I could and that was how it was I guessed. The water continued and then it wasnt just water. Soap? Grease? Bits of god knows what, finding their way down to me.

“So why did you leave her hands ? “



“Well she can’t say a lot but she can at least give a thumbs up, hey Natasha ?”



I have no idea why I gave a thumbs up but I did.

“Not that I am complaining, she looks so hot, but her boobs ? “ a different voice asked.

“Well thats nothing to do with garbage, just fun for you guys. And her”.

I moaned and groaned as the flow of disgusting substances continued. I had realised that the box was feeling ever tighter. My wrists hurt, and I could swear my boobs were getting even bigger. Finally I felt it stabilise and the pipe down below got warmer. It seemed the first of my intake was completing it’s journey.

“Thanks man you and Natasha are real life savers. I dont think the boss could afford to be closed down for long because of this”

“Just make sure you look after her like we agreed and message me tomorrow as soon as the parts get here”

“Yeah about that the parts might take a little longer”

“Ah ok. Right . Well we don’t have another show until next Saturday…….”

“They are being shipped, from China of course”

“Well I guess I could always see if one of the other girls is free Saturday night”

I moaned loudly in disbelief but my treacherous nipples didn’t back me up.  Someone cupped my left breast and rubbed my rock hard bud.

“I think she will be OK where she is”