The setting sun painted the sky in a palette of orange and red as Max strode out onto the wooden stage built on the waters edge of the magical resort’s beach. The knowledgeable crowd were seated on chairs and recliners on the sand and around the bar across the narrow channel dividing the resort from the main island.

“Hi everyone and welcome to my first show here on Magic Island”

Max nodded a small bow to acknowledge the welcome then stood to one side as two heavily muscled helpers pushed the first trick out from behind the screens. They moved the small cube shaped prop easily across the temporary stage and out onto the wooden walkway which linked the two parts of the resort.

Max took over, pulling the black cover away revealing a small glass tank, maybe three feet each way on wheeled legs with a locked lid. Max spun the tank around slowly showing it was full of water, plus a hand full of brightly coloured fish.

After one more twirl Max tapped the glass before covering it with the black cloth once more with a flourish that would make a matador proud. A split second later he pulled the cover away and revealed the tank now contained the more than just the fish.

Huge applause ran around as Allie was revealed in the tank. She was sat on the bottom, crossed legged. She was holding herself in place with one hand pushing on the roof of the tank, and smiled and waved with the other as Max spun the tank one more time giving everyone a fine view of her watery container, not to mention her toned figure and tiny black bikini.

“Ladies and gentlemen, ALLIE!”

Max unlatched the lid and lifted it clear, allowing Allie to stand and jump athletically down onto the wooden boardwalk and take a bow. She turned and waved to some friends and fans in the crowd, despite being dripping wet, giving a better view of her tiny bikini bottom and strapless top, and the toned slender figure they just about kept decent. She smiled and shook a little excess water from her trademark pony tail as the muscle bound helpers in their board shorts cleared the tank away and got ready for the next trick.

As the sky darkened spotlights made the water droplets on Allie’s lightly tanned skin sparkle as the boys brought out two magic boxes, leaving them facing the small crowd near the resort end of the bridge. They were upright and about person sized, on small castors. Their orange and yellow sunset décor was finished off with the stylized outline of a person spread over the five doors that made up the front of the boxes.

“Allie, Sam?”

Max went from one box to the other opening each door. Allie smiled and backed into the first box with a winning smile. Max knelt, running his hand down Allie’s long shapely leg before cuffing each of her ankles to the side of the box. He stood slowly, giving time for everyone to admire Allie’s long legs, barely there bikini bottom, her washboard stomach and the tiny top covering her perky boobs. Once he was sure everyone had had a chance to admire the view he opened a cuff each side of the box at shoulder height, at which Allie grinned and offered her hands up, waving. Once Allie was firmly secured Max quickly closed the doors up, covering Allie to below knees, the tops of her thighs, her waist, her neck and finally her pretty face.

“OK Sam you next”.

One of the muscular helpers, Sam approached the box rather more hesitantly but backed his well toned frame in all the same The ladies in the audience (and maybe a few men) were able to take in the assistant’s impressive physique, his six pack and pecs rippling under his tan. Max quickly had Sam secured in his box in just the same way, pausing just a few moments to let Sam’s admirers enjoy the show before closing up the second box.

“Now as you can see Allie and Sam are all tucked in nicely…” Max opened the doors revealing Sam’s shorts and Allie’s bikini top and hands before spinning the boxes around one last time “…and there is really not much scope for trap doors. So lets begin!”

Max took a metal divider from the hand cart the other male assistant had brought over and banged it against the wooden edge of the bridge, then lined it up with the base of the box covering Sam’s head. He hesitated a moment then shoved it home with one firm push. As it thudded into place Sam’s exposed thighs trembled a little. Max slid a second divider into the slot before selecting a third and turning his attention to Allie’s box.

Max seemed to think for a moment before positioning his blade at Allie’s waist. He shoved it home a moment later, causing Allie’s hands to clench and her bikini clad chest to rise and fall sharply.

Max closed the two doors and began to work more quickly, adding a second divider to Allie’s waist before moving from side to side slamming pairs of dividers home into all the remaining slots.

“Well that’s finally over, so lets see what we have done!”

Max lifted the top box from Sam’s prop and carried it over to the bar side of the bridge setting it on the ground. He picked up the corresponding box from Allie and placed it on top, starting a new stack. Moments later and there were five stacks of two boxes spread over the bridge. Max knelt by the first and opened both doors, revealing two sets of feet and lower legs. He tickled the male ones and they wriggled, leaving little doubt they were real. Two sets of thighs were revealed next, then two sets of hips… one bikini clad, the other with swim shorts. Once the chests and arms had been revealed too Max finally undid the last two doors to unveil the smiling face of Allie, looking happy and confident and the slightly more nervous Sam, who looked side to side as if not quite sure what had just happened.

“Everyone lets hear it for Allie and Sam!”

Max clicked his fingers and four of the waiters from the bar hurried to the bridge. After a moment's thought, Max began to move around the stacks. He placed the box with Sam’s head on the tray carried by the first waiter, who went out into the audience to allow a closer view. Allie’s chest and hips followed with the next two waiters while the final one took Sam’s powerful legs.

As the delighted crowd got a chance to inspect the various parts at close quarters Max carried on. He closed all the remaining boxes up and made a show of shuffling them around a bit. Meanwhile the remaining helper pushed out a long low table. As the waiters returned to the performance area their boxes were closed and added to the jumble.

After a theatrical hesitation Max began to rearrange the boxes once more. Selecting five seemingly at random he made a vertical stack. The other five were set on the long table side by side in a row.

“OK, lets see how we are getting on”.

Max opened the top box of the stack to reveal Allie’s face, complete with beaming smile. Next he went to the horizontal row and opened the centre box, where Sam’s slightly less confident smile was waiting.

The second box down in the stack revealed Sam’s rippling pecs and clearly defined biceps, while the box to the left of Sam’s head contained Allie’s chest section. Her hips and stomach were to Sam’s right which of course meant max opened the third box down in the stack and found Sam’s shorts-covered lower body.

The final two boxes in the stack had Allie’s tummy and legs on board, which meant Sam’s corresponding sections completed the outer two spots in the horizontal group.

Max flipped closed all the boxes in the vertical box and withdrew the dividers, tossing them quickly to one side. Sam’s mouth opened wide in astonishment as Max opened all the doors to huge applause and Allie stepped out. Her head was now resting on Sam’s bare chest, her flat tummy flowing into Sam’s hips and thighs still clad in his shorts, all held up with her own toned legs and feet.

Allie grinned and did a twirl before running her new large hands slowly up and down her hard flat chest and squeezing her new hard butt.  She took Max’s hand and walked over to the horizontal arrangement of boxes. Max scooped Allie into his arms and set her down on top of it, where she struck a pose and waved to the audience while Sam looked up and from side to side helplessly.

Gyrating to the music Allie rolled and writhed on her platform, reaching down from time to time to play with whatever body part came to hand and exploring her own new body seductively. Finally, Max helped Allie up, pulling her into a quick kiss, while waiters pushed the table made from the rest of the boxes back towards the bar, Sam smiling sheepishly.

As the sky darkened the spotlights closed in on Allie, stood in the middle of the bridge. Max stood to one side for a moment then waved his hands slowly in front of Allie. She smiled and looked very relaxed before closing her eyes, her head tipping forwards slightly.

“Walk”

Max stepped back but Allie opened her eyes and apparently in a daze took one step forward then another. Three steps later and she had reached the edge of the bridge but in her trance like state she didn’t appear to notice. Her next steps should have sent her tumbling into the sea, inky blue now as night fell. Instead, she walked on, some six feet above the calm water of the channel as if on an invisible walkway. Max waved his hands a little and Allie turned to continue her air walk towards the audience.

As the applause died down Max made some movements with his hands and Allie began to rise slowly until she was fully thirty feet above the sea, her face still a picture of calm. Slowly she tipped back until she was horizontal at which point she drifted slowly to the beach gliding peacefully just above the first row of the audience. Max guided Allie closer to the bar to let everyone get a good look at her hybrid body, making sure that she rotated a couple of times on her way.

Standing by the low table still holding the rest of the boxes, Max steered Allie right over the bar. She swooped low over the people drinking at the counter, some now using Sam and his table as an extension to the bar then climbed again high over the thatched roof. With slight hand movements he guided his entranced assistant until the small of her back was positioned right above the mast at the corner of the bar, fully three stories above the ground.

“Three …two…one…wake”

There was a scream as Allie woke up, she seemed to hover for a split second before falling, the tip of the mast bursting from her flat tummy. She fell maybe six feet down the mast before a fitting stopped her, her body hanging limp.

As the spot light focused in on Allie she appeared motionless for five seconds, maybe ten. Finally she stirred, looking down from side to side on the cheering crowd far below and waved.

Max put his drink down on the table of boxes and walked across the bridge into the gathering gloom as Allie rotated gently in the evening breeze high above the busy bar.