A stand alone story where Natasha is volunteered to help in a magic show which turns out to be more than just picking some cards.

Natasha watched intently as the magician slid the sword through the neck of his assistant. He was so suave in his dress shirt and pants, bow tie hanging loose round his open collar . And she was gorgeous, slim, toned and wearing the smallest bikini Natasha had ever seen in front of all these people.

“ I mean magic shows are as cheesy as hell but I have to say I don’t know which of those two I fancy more”

Natasha grinned at Tara and took a gulp of her martini. “Trust  you Tara. “

“Sssh you two, its getting interesting.” Helen nodded to the stage where the assistant was about to climb into a sword basket when she made a joke about the price of bikinis.

Natasha took a bigger gulp as the blonde took off her top and climbed into the small basket. Everyone laughed when once partially inside she  reached down and handed the Magician her bottoms too.

“Helen what sort of show have you brought us too?” Tara laughed.

Natasha was surprised by the impromptu strip tease but more surprised by the trick. Usually the assistant disappeared inside the basket and made her escape way before ever the magician got close to a sword.

“She’s still there !”

“Listen to the expert, didn’t know you were a magic fan Natasha!”

“Kinky”

“Ssh, I just mean usually you can’t see the girl, and besides that basket is really small”

Natasha watched carefully the basket was really small and it was an odd shape a bit like an oversize bowling pin. There really didn’t really seem anywhere to move in it for the assistant whose neck was now locked in the narrow top of the basket leaving her head clearly visible. She was smiling as if this was the most natural thing in the world.

“She’s really in there !”





“Don’t be stupid. Illusion , clues in the name Natasha”

Ignoring her friends Natasha watched enthralled as sword after sword plunged though the basket. She had to hand it to the girl, she was good her reactions were very believable and dead in sync.

“Ladies and Gentlemen we have a tradition here at Magic and Mayhem, if we have a lovely lady in the audience willing to help then we will leave Lauren here as she is but move her to the bar so people can check out there are no trick swords. If no one is feeling brave enough then Lauren will continue with the last part of the act”.

“Hey go on Nat, you love this crap” “Yeah do it girl”



“No no no way no”

The spotlight searched around the room appearing to go from table to table.

“They are gonna look at us I tell ya”

Natasha looked around. They were probably the closest female party to the front

Sure enough the light stopped on their table and the Magician walked forward. At that moment Tara grabbed Natasha’s hand, waved it and yelled “She’ll do it”

Natasha tried to slide under the table, feeling herself turning bright red.

“What’s your name pretty lady ?” The magician purred.

“ I er no oh god . Natasha “

“And will you help us out tonight Natasha?”

“I coul… I…..seriously?     OK”

Natasha drained her drink and took the Magician by the hand and almost ran up onto the stage. She could hear Tara and Helen whooping away.

As she turned to face the audience Natasha wondered what the hell had come over her. In the gloom there appeared to be a sea of tables. She couldn’t really explain why she loved magic, it probably was a bit kinky. But now she was up here in front of all these people suddenly feeling very frumpy, still in her work suit.

“Natasha thank you for helping out. Have you ever been a magician’s assistant before ?”

“No of course not” Natasha laughed and a little tension left her.

“You will be great, a natural I am sure. All you need to do is follow my instructions and look fabulous and it will just happen. First off let’s getting you looking a bit more like an assistant.”

And the tension was back! Before she could really protest Natasha was directed into the wings while an odd looking magic box was wheeled out the other way. A magic box she would soon be in.

“Change into this”

Natasha looked at the stage hand and then at what he was holding.

“I cant wear that !”

“Quick now, the show is waiting”

“I . But. Where ? “

“Here, hurry”

A minute or two later Natasha returned to the stage. Her hair and make up had been quickly glamed up but what was causing the whoops, hollers and wolf whistles was that she was now wearing a tiny bikini just like the assistant had so recently removed. The bottoms were a tiny scrap of fabric that covered barely anything and tied the sides. The top was even worse. It seemed like it didn’t cover much more than her nipples and she was sure if she made any sudden movements her generous breasts would spill out.

“Doesn’t she look amazing everyone, lets hear it for Natasha.

She thought she could see Tara taking pictures as the Magician led her to meet the box. Oh god, she would be all over the work what’s app and Taras’s Facebook in no time!

Natasha took another look at the box. She didn’t recognise it at all, which was a worry. It was on a raised platform which she guessed meant people could see under and also was easily moved. There were two leg boxes which were very much akimbo, a narrow central box, with an arm box sticking straight out at each side and one for a head on the top. Her head she corrected herself with a gulp. As she turned to face the audience she realised Tara had moved to the front of the stage to get better pictures. She was going to kill that girl.

Natasha watched nervously as the Magician opened the side of the strange box. It looked very narrow. She had real concerns as to whether she would even fit much less have room to move around to do what ever the trick needed.  He flipped open the front of the head box too.

She was still pondering how best to step in at with at least a hint of grace when the Magician stopped her.

“Natasha you forgot the tradition for the final acts here!”

Natasha looked blank until the Magician pulled out the first couple of inches of a tiny bikini top from his pocket and indicated to the back of the room. Natasha’s eyes followed his gesture to the assistant still smiling happily from her sword basket on a small platform between the door and  the bar.

“OH. No no no no” But her protests were drowned out by cheers and wolf whistles from the audience. Natasha took a deep breath and undid the top, shielding  her double ds with one arm as she passed the top to the Magician to roars of approval. Despite the embarrassment it felt kind of good.

She took a deep breath then taking the Magician’s hand for a little stability she stepped sideways with her right leg feeding it through towards the narrow channel she knew it had to fit in. She ducked as she moved across arching her shoulders a little to make more space. Then disaster. Her chest was clearly considerably more generous than the professional assistant’s and was catching on the side of the narrow entrance. Blushing furiously she used her free hand to tuck herself in before wriggling to slide herself further into into the strange box. As she transferred her weight to her right leg the box held her up and she could duck her head up into place and draw her left leg in too. Pausing only to untie the bikini bottom and hand that out too, she wriggled a little to get as comfortable as she could and the Magician closed the side up with an ominous click, as he did so Natasha’s left arm could finally find its place.

She was in! In a Magician’s box in front of her friends and a whole bunch of strangers. She wasn’t exactly comfortable; her legs were at a bit of an odd angle like she was riding an imaginary horse. Her breasts were pressed tightly against the front of the cabinet, her arms straight out to the side. At least she was concealed by the box! Being wheeled around to show the audience the back of the box was such a weird feeling. As she returned to facing front she grinned at Tara who was still taking pictures.

The magician took off a small panel on the front of Natasha’s left leg revealing her foot and wiggling toes. A similar one revealed her right foot before the ends of the arm boxes were opened too to show Natasha’s hands. She waved and wriggled feeling a lot more confident now she was decent once more.

“Are you ready Natasha? Point of no return! ”

“I . I guess so” Natasha’s voice cracked a little. She rather felt that she had little choice but to say yes anyway. So many expectant faces watching. The point of return seemed some way back to her!

“You heard her ! Big round of applause for Natasha everyone!”

With that the Magician closed the flap over Natasha’s face plunging her into darkness.

Tara and Helen looked at each other and grinned. They couldn’t believe their eyes. Their Natasha up there! With her kit off no less!

The Magician held up a small rectangle of steel. It went without saying it was a blade which he slid effortlessly at the junction of the box between Natasha’s right arm and the main part of the box. Natasha felt a pinch and then a wonderful tingle. Nothing to worry about it seemed. Moments later another tingle through her left arm.

The Magician took two more dividers. These slid in place at the junction between Natasha’s slightly outstretched legs and the body box. Inside the tingle this time was stronger and alarmingly close to Natasha’s most private parts. She took as deep a breath as she could, her nipples rubbing against the slightly rough wood they were jammed against. She flushed again feeling them stiffen.

The Magician’s next blade was longer and fitted up the chest of the main box just off centre.  Natasha jumped as she felt something slide against the inside of the left breast. She wished she could see just what was going on.

Tara and Helen looked on ever more amazed as another long blade was slid home just a couple of inches to the right of the first. They both gasped as a final blade was slid right through where their friend’s neck should be!

“How did he move her out of the box, we can see her hands and feet!”



“Sssh”

Both girls watched intently as the Magician slowly spun the box around. From the side it was clear just how narrow the box was whist the ends of the blades appeared visible at the back and seemed to wriggle realistically when the Magician moved them.

Natasha was getting hot in the box. She wasn’t sure if if was the cramped quarters, the suspense or something else. She still had no real clue as to what was happening to her, bar some slightly forward tickling sensations.

The Magician opened the front of the head box and Natasha blinked in the sudden light then smiled. She looked around nothing much seemed to have changed. Then at a click of the Magician’s fingers it all went dark again for Natasha. Once her eyes were closed and she appeared lean forward a little as her neck relaxed the head box was shut once more.

With a mischievous grin the Magician pulled on the left side of the box. Tara and Helen looked on speechless as the whole assembly moved  maybe a foot or two to the left on a metal runner at the back of the box. He did the same on the right and the crowd went wild.

“Did you see that?”

Tara zoomed in to capture just what had happened. To the left was a leg box, torso box and arm box, then a gap. A tiny central column barely three inches wide supported the box presumably containing Natasha’s head while a foot or more to the other side was the other stack of  boxes.

Seeing Tara lean forwards on the stage the Magician beckoned her up. She smoothed down her mini dress and climbed up after handing the camera to Helen.

“And your name is ?”



“Tara”

“OK Tara you can put your hand through here and here”

Tara stood behind the box reaching through the two vertical gaps and waving.

“And you can check the feet are real please”

Tara kneeled carefully and rubbed the left foot. It was still but felt warm and soft. She rubbed again and it wriggled.

“Wow oh yes its real”.

“And the hands”

Tara put her finger out to brush the palm of the left hand and jumped when it closed around her outstretched digit.

“Definitely!”

Tara’s eyes almost popped out of her head when the Magician opened a tiny round door in the narrow centre column. She peered in gingerly then then reached out with a finger.

“Oh. My God”.  The door had revealed a real navel. Tara stepped back in shock “How”

The Magician just smiled and as if it were the most natural thing in the world unclipped the left arm and handed it to Tara, a living hand still visible at the end. Tara froze for a second almost dropping it, so the Magician prompted her to step off the trick’s platform and put the box down on the stage near Helen. Helen immediately reached out and touched the hand then pulled back with a start.

Next the Magician lifted the lefthand of the three torso boxes  from above Natasha’s leg and laid it lengthwise on the stage. Her right side was soon unassembled in exactly the same way. Helen snapped away furiously, not believing her own eyes.

Once the Magician had had Tara and Helen check the hands  near them were indeed alive and not fake one last time, letting them move the boxes around as they pleased he paused.

“I suppose we should see what Natasha thinks?”

He returned to the central column and opened the head box. Natasha looked blank, eyes closed and still. Tara and reached in and stroked her cheek. It was definitely her friend and she was warm and soft, but showed no sign of any reaction. The Magician clicked his fingers and Natasha’s eyes popped open.

Natasha woke with a jump. She blinked at the bright light and gasped, partly because it felt like she had been holding her breath for ages and partly because a pent of wave of rather lovely feelings washed through her. She took a couple more breaths and smiled weakly before having a proper look around. She saw boxes ending in a hand near each of her friends then looked from side to side and all of a sudden it started to dawn on her what had been done. She looked wide eyed as Tara picked up a box at and the fingers waved at Natasha’s command.

Natasha was still struggling to take it all in. She could feel everything, and nothing hurt. In fact she felt rather wonderful. But her eyes were clearly telling her she was in pieces all over the stage.

The Magician laughed and had Tara take the box arms to two of the closer tables to the stage so someone else could check they were real. Meanwhile he took the left chest box and set it on end beside himself and sat on the edge of the stage.

“If you think that was impressive, this will blow your mind”.

Natasha was probably the last person in the room to realise what he meant. She watched in a kind of slow motion horror as he opened a circular panel near the top of the box. As he did her boob popped out finally free with space to move into. There was no doubting it was hers.

Natasha cried out but it was too late. He had handed the breast to Tara who stroked it gleefully. She looked at Helen with an expression like a kid in a sweet shop and they both had a go flicking the rock hard nipple. Natasha gasped, horrified and also, oh it did feel good. The Magician leapt up and revealed the other breast in its box in the same way, handing it to Helen to check and pass on.

Natasha was too stunned to protest. There was no doubt the parts were hers and whatever Tara was doing to her felt wonderful.  She doubted anyone would hear her over the cheers anyway.

In a final flourish the Magician moved the whole trick to the very front of the stage. Walking behind the box he closed the head box plunging Natasha into darkness once more. With a grin he reached around and opened a set of small covers which exposed the calf and upper thigh on each leg box. Satisfied he lifted the head box from its slender column and placed it at the far side of the stage angled sideways. The Magician opened it one last time to reveal Natasha’s head once more.  Her startled look was due in no small part to the bright red ball gag which had now somehow appeared strapped tightly in place.



“Ladies and Gentlemen the bar is now open. Please do go say hi to Lauren, while I am sure  Natasha would love to invite everyone to come up and check that it really is her in all these boxes for yourselves.

With that the Magician walked off stage to more thunderous applause.