A man sat in his knitting room, knitting a pure white sweater. There was nothing below his waist as he sat on the plush cushion of the stool. He had had this idea for a prop, and hadn’t bothered to finish gathering the parts of his “tall, thin, black-haired Englishman” body before committing to work on it. Besides, the thought of this prop’s purpose, by necessity a constant consideration when crafting a magical prop, was distracting enough for Doctor Mercurial when his body ended at the waist.



Doctor Mercurial sat in a corner at a party, sipping rum-spiked eggnog and observing the other guests. If there was one skill he’d mastered aside from magic, it was inviting himself to parties. It helped to be gorgeous.

His look was now complete, not only for having a lower body, but also being dressed all in dark greys and browns, including a grey jacket and brown scarf which, if things went as quickly as he hoped, he wouldn’t have to part with until he’d gotten someone alone. It was a look he was particularly fond of, and had been glad to see become popular (and catch the imaginations of young women) again. He supposed he mostly had Sherlock to thank for that.

One young woman in particular had caught his eye. A tiny woman, less than five feet, with that energetic munchkin sort of attitude. He hadn’t seen her go more than two minutes not in someone’s lap since he arrived.

What really caught his eye, however, was her sweater. It was bright red, and aside from a fairly standard clutter of Christmassy imagery, the front was dominated by the image of another sweater, framed by the words “TRY ME ON FOR SIZE”. It was just too perfect.



No sooner had Merc gotten his pants open than the little woman had tackled his dick with unchecked enthusiasm. This was a woman who knew what she wanted, and by God she was going to have it.

It was more luck than good planning that he’d made the first pass of his hand around her eyes as they entered the room, as he needed a little hypnotism just to slow her down enough to do the rest. He needed her to not question it when things got weird. He just hadn’t expected the first bit of weirdness he’d need her to not notice to be how quickly he recovered after orgasm. By the time he’d fully prepared her, he was exhausted.

Now she lay on her stomach on the bed, hazy and content with her legs hanging down to the floor as Merc kneeled over her, massaging her back. Everything except the sweater had been discarded.

“Mmm,” she mumbled, “try me on,” then wiggled her butt playfully.

Merc chuckled. “I’ve already tried you on three times.” He leaned in and gave her a kiss just behind her ear. “But I’m almost ready for round four.”

“Almost ready” in this case meant he was almost done infusing the sweater prop into the one she was wearing. After passing her shoulders, he worked his way down her arms. He wondered if this would have to be a one-use prop. It depended on how easy it was to get someone else to put it on, and if he even wanted to. It was all right for a gag, but otherwise it felt tacky, and Doctor Mercurial was not tacky.

Finished with his preparations, he pressed his fingertips against the middle of her spine, and spread the fabric apart as if there had always been a slit down the back. All there was to see inside was a wool-wrapped cavity and the backside of the suggestive decoration, all in the shape of how it hugged tonight’s victim’s body.

He lifted a foot, and carefully inserted it into the near end of the slit. The woman’s eyes and lips clenched tight, with another pleasant “Mmmm!” feeling the massage continue, now penetrating deeper and more firmly than before.

For his part, it felt a lot like slipping on hose. Hose that was soft, silky, and warm, and once his legs were in place, nothing at all but the floor against his shins.

He briefly considered his dick. What was about to happen seemed like a shame when it was so clearly ready to go. Still, no need to make this complicated. He pulled himself down to his waist, and the urge to penetrate something began to subside, being gradually replaced by the hunger for something inside him.

He wrapped his hands around the woman’s stomach, pulling himself down until he felt large hands against his own, then tucked his arms in, and ducked in the rest of the way.

Getting into her head and torso was like catching a second wind. She truly had incredible endurance. Mercurial rose upright, slipping arms into arms. Then, there was nothing else to slip into. She was a tiny woman, alone in a bedroom, wearing only a sweater.

Of course, she wasn’t entirely alone. She could still feel another mind. She’d found it was usually fun to listen to her possession victims. For the moment, though, the second mind she was carrying was barely active. Still hypnotized, actions she had not yet realized she wasn’t controlling filled in for her thoughts.

Doctor Mercurial pulled off the sweater and gathered the other clothes from the floor. She stepped through the door, and into the hallway of her own home instead of the one the party was taking place at.

The night was still young. She wanted someone to “try her on”. She’d get cleaned up first, then there was a nice green, fur-lined bikini top and miniskirt she had in mind for the next party.