Thanks to Samantha Derry for editing this.
Another round of thunderous applause roared through the audience as Malt the Miraculous appeared on the other side of the stage. Not two minutes before, he had been sealed into a metal box with chains all around it in the middle of the stage. How did he do it? How did he slip out of his encapsulation so quickly? A true magician never reveals his secrets. Especially not the one behind his upcoming final display of magic for the night.
Malt (yes, that is his birth name. The guys he went to high school with never let him forget about it) was a fine-looking man halfway through his twenties, dressed in a pricey tuxedo. His dirty blonde hair was fashioned in deliberate, messy spikes while his sparkling, blue eyes and rosy cheeks always had a disarming charm to them. He was a man in his prime, in shape, well off, and of course, a minor celebrity.
Malt bowed to the applause as two crew members moved the iron box offstage and two others brought out a very simple wooden box that would just about fit a grown human being.
Said human was clapping at Malt’s appearance while she was standing on the stage. Alyssa “Liz” Halworth had been his faithful assistant for 6 years now. A fiery redhead with so much freckles on her face that she looked like a Jackson Pollock painting. Her C cup breasts and thin curves wrapped tightly in a blue one-piece outfit designed to cover as little as they could possibly get away with. After all, half of magic is misdirection, and Liz made good use of the assets that the skimpy outfit showed off for her.
With another exaggerated strut Liz approached Matt and wrapped her arm around him as he raised both arms in the air to try and extend the applause a bit more. After it settled down he began to speak.
“Ah Liz, where would i be without you?” The audience went quiet as some men in the audience spoke amongst themselves.
“Well now, let’s find out!” Liz responded with a smile as she tugged Matt along to the brown box in the middle of the stage.
“Yes Ladies and Gentlemen, I think Liz is past her best days, it’s time to swap her out for a new one, don’t you think?” Some of the men in the audience jeered, others made subdued protests, and the rest were totally absorbed in what was going to follow next.
Liz feigned being insulted before Malt opened the box to reveal…nothing. The only thing of note was that the door had a mirror in place on the inside.
“Behold. An empty box with a mirror on the inside.” One of the stagehands tilted the box to the side to show the audience. Matt knocked on the stage’s hardwood floor to make sure the people in the front row could hear it. While the majority of the audience was distracted, Liz had walked offstage and brought back an impressive-looking sword.
“No trap door here!” Matt pressed against the inside of the box. “And as you can see you can’t hide anyone in here. so maybe it’s someone hidden in the back that you can’t see? Let’s try that out. “
Two crew members easily lifted up the box and spun it around so the audience could see ten randomly placed, thin holes in the back of the box before stepping away from it. Liz handed the sword to Malt and stepped back. With a theatrical slashing of the air around him, Malt began to strike and stab through each of the holes at an unthinkable speed, making sure to get his sword deep inside with every thrust.
Malt spun around and shrugged. “I guess that means there’s no one hiding in the box either.” He slid the sword back into the sheath that one of the crewmembers was carrying.
“Sorry Liz, It’s time to replace you.” Malt motioned her to step into the crate and with a last cheer from the audience the smoking hot redhead did so without hesitation.
“Okay, goodbye.” Malt slammed the door shut with comedic timing, slapping a lock on it.
“Well ladies and especially gentlemen, I hope you’ve enjoyed Liz tonight!”
Malt was busy with buying Liz time…but she didn’t need much. As soon as she heard the lock click shut she undid both of the straps of her tight blue outfit and it immediately fell off, revealing her bare buxom and see-through panties. Outside, Malt was casually making wild jokes about how a giant camouflaged crane was going to come in and replace this box with a different box to keep the audience from getting bored.
There was a very good reason why Liz’ dark blue outfit was not only stretchy but very tight. As the dress fell off her so did the one-piece mask and chest piece that had been crumpled and smushed tight between the outfit and her back. After all, no one was really paying attention to the spread out bulge on the backside of the sexy assistant in a skimpy outfit. Liz picked up the mask, examining it in all its glory. It was a mask of a quite pale looking Asian woman with her dark black hair in a crop. Her makeup was far less fancy than Liz’, amounting to a bit of eyeliner and dark red lipstick. The mask had a more thin face than Liz’ but definitely bigger breasts, the deflated set sizing up to be at least an E cup. Not to mention the thick protruding nipples that put her own to shame. She had more than enough light to see all that she needed to in the mirror.
She put both hands inside the mask, stretching the hole in the back of the neck. Liz held the mask and chest over her head and slowly lowered it. As more and more of it fell into place over her head, the Asian’s face distorted as her hands crawled under her skin to try and make sure everything slid into place. Through Liz’ eyes under the distorted mask, she could see the empty skin of the breasts match up with her own.
As soon as they were in position, her breasts automatically filled in the E cup skin and the mask tightened itself and merged with her own chest until Liz could feel both of those heaping globes as if they were her own. In fact, they were her own. Satisfied that all was in place, Liz slowly let her hands slide out of the mask. The mask that now wrapped itself around her expansive hair and compressed along her rounded chin. A loose layer of warm skin over her face had dissipated as the mask’s features became her own. Her eyes turned from blue to brown as her eyes shifted into the mask’s eyeholes. She had almost finished at this point. Kathy had arrived on the scene and Liz was absent. A half-naked, cute-looking Asian girl with a pair massive tits now occupied the box. She checked her face and chest in the mirror, making sure all was in place and attached to her. Then, she lifted her skintight outfit back up from the ground, first getting the back into place, next struggling to tug the front half of her dress over her new chest.
She completed her outfit by feeling up her new breasts. It was a shame they were chafing. Another visual check to make sure that her nipples were properly covered (though the shape definitely showed) and that she had fully become Kathy. Gently, she tapped twice on the wood to the sign that told Malt that she was done.
Malt immediately wrapped up his story as he motioned at the box.
“I hope my replacement assistant is here. Let’s check back up on Liz, shall we?”
He rummaged with the lock and key for a bit before finally managing to open the box. The audience gasped as an Asian woman with massive tits stepped out of the box with her arms wide.
She spoke with a clear Japanese accent, although to any native ear it would be mediocre at best.
“Hello everyone, I am Kathy and I am here to stay.”
Several men made an “Ooooh” sound but the rest of the audience began to clap loudly with great enthusiasm. Malt and Kathy hugged and held their hands high. It was another successful performance.
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