Topic: The Escapist!
Part 1: The Magicians
The first time it happened, it was at the mall of all places.
I was still in high school and was working part time selling expensive soaps at a storefront in the mall. It was boring, all perky hellos and can I help yous and gee, whiz this soap sure smells yummy. It was awful. But it was easy and it made sure I always had pocket money. It was also going to, if I was responsible, pay for a nice trip with my friends the summer after I graduated. So every weekend I was there, at the mall, suffering.
The incident took place during my lunch break one day. I was hungry and despite trying to save money, I was too lazy to actually pack a lunch of my parents’ free food. So it meant a trip to the food court for some horrible ten dollar combo of trash food washed down with soda. Throw in some sulky people watching and it was the highlight of my day. I was a bored little teen.
So I made my way to fried food central, but along the way I saw a commotion. In the main gallery of the mall, right next to the food court, was a stage. Which wasn’t exactly unusual: the mall was always trying to draw people in with children’s singers, or kid’s dance recitals, or maybe some kind of raffle. What was a surprise was the crowd; the usual dull mall performance was ignored by everyone who wasn’t young, old, or a proudly smiling parent. This performance, whatever it was, had gathered a mass of shoppers who stood with rapt attention. The crowd was so large it was forcing people to gawk from the second floor balconies. I thought, sure, whatever, this might be worth a quick look.
I have always been short, but back then I was slight and twiggy, still not yet a woman grown. I was able to slip through the press of people, wiggling my thin, almost boyish body with its small, high breasts and narrow hips and butt between people to get a better view. A little extra shove here and there and I was near the front, standing just behind the seated audience and able to see the stage. There I was able to get my first real glance at a transformation.
On the stage were two magicians dressed in stereotypical magician drag. They were walking in a high stepping circle around a nervous looking young woman in a tight dress and gesturing broadly. The magicians were, I was realizing, a pair of twins, a man and a woman with nearly identical features. Except... that wasn't quite right either. The man was handsome, broad chested, and dressed in a handsome tuxedo jacket. But below the waist his body was obviously female and dressed in heels, fishnet stockings, and tight black bikini bottoms. The woman was beautiful and busty and wearing a tight, scoop necked halter top, but from her waist down she was wearing tight men's trousers that showed the obvious bulge of a large cock. The magicians were like mixed gendered identical twins. Their marquis declared them The Insurmountable Ali and Ali!
"Ali," said the man in a rich baritone, cocking his wide feminine hips and thrusting out a shapely leg. "I think it is time we see if our volunteer is ready."
"Of course, Ali," agreed the woman brightly, striding purposefully over to the nervous woman. The lady magician was taller than the volunteer and so she used a finger to tilt her face up. She leaned in and kissed the volunteer passionately, pressing her large breasts against her and grinding her bulging crotch against her. The volunteer looked surprised, but soon clutched at the magician and returned the kiss.
The man magician sashayed across the stage, bent over a top hat on the floor, thrusting his shapely, womanly ass out at the audience, and drew out a narrow wand. "Dear Sister, if you are finished 'preparing' the volunteer, we have magic to perform."
"Of course, Dear Brother," replied the woman as she released the volunteer, adjusted her penis in her trousers and then reached down her cleavage and pulled out a matching wand.
The two magicians began to chant and orbited around the volunteer, waving their wands and gesturing. The lady volunteer mewled nervously and clutched her side with her hands. The twins made three revolutions of the woman before calling out in unison and stepping toward their volunteer. The man stood behind the volunteer and placed his hands on her shoulders. "How do you feel?" he asked the volunteer.
"Mmphfllffed!" said the volunteer.
"Ali, I fear our volunteer has something within her mouth."
"Then Dear Sister, perhaps you could help her?"
The female Ali stepped around the front of the woman and gently pried her lips open and pulled out an average sized disembodied cock from inside her mouth. "I have found a penis, Dear Brother."
"Is that all, Ali?"
The woman magician frowned and pulled the cock out further, revealing that it had a bright yellow silk handkerchief tied to it that trailed into the volunteer’s mouth. Ali pulled harder, showing the yellow handkerchief was tied to yet another green handkerchief that disappeared into the volunteer's mouth. The woman magician began to tug and tug and tug, pulling a long chain of brightly coloured silk cloth out of the volunteer's mouth. Twelve feet and a rainbow later, the female Ali stood holding a cock attached to the mouth of the volunteer by a chain of handkerchiefs. She gave one last tug and... nothing happened. "Dear Brother, I fear things are stuck."
"Hmm..." mused the male Ali, tapping one delicate foot on the floor. He stepped around the wide-eyed volunteer and examined her open mouth. "I see... Dear Sister, it seems the cloth is stuck on our fine volunteer's tongue."
"Perhaps you can help her, Ali?"
The brother tugged on the handkerchief still trailing into the volunteer's mouth. He gave it a solid pull and yanked the volunteers tongue out of her mouth and then gave it another pull and another, and soon the magician had pulled three feet of tongue out of the volunteer's mouth. He held up the tip of the elongated tongue and untied the last handkerchief from it. "There, that should solve the problem."
"Muh Tunge!" said the volunteer.
"It's untied." stated the magician man.
"Buh! Ooooohhhh," moaned the volunteer as the woman magician slipped the disembodied penis into her mouth and sucked on it delicately. "I cah feel duh cockh.." she breathed.
"Well, it's yours," replied the magician matter of factly as he wound up the woman's tongue and stuffed it awkwardly back into her mouth. The woman magician strode across the stage and presented the volunteer's apparently new and disembodied cock into her hands. "Have fun," the lady magician said brightly with a wink. "Pace yourself."
The magicians as one gently ushered the volunteer off the stage and demanded a round of applause.
I was stunned. What did I just see? A clever act of stage illusion? A transformation!? But those didn't just happen in mall atria, did they? And if it was a transformation, how did they do it? Were the twin magicians actually magical? Were they, I shivered, Avatars? They were strange with their mannerisms and mixed gender bodies, but maybe that was part of the show? They didn't seem like demons... Or maybe they were like, stage alchemists or something? Did they slip the volunteer some alchemy? But when? I hadn't seen anything... During the kiss? Or was the volunteer a plant, someone who already had an enlarged tongue and a secreted dildo? I wasn't sure, but I wanted to find out.
I was excited and skeptical and nervous. They had my attention. I wasn't going anywhere.
Ali and Ali walked around the stage, surveying the crowd. The male Ali minced and skipped and shook his sexy ass for all it was worth. The female Ali sauntered and strutted to display her ample breasts to the crowd. The twin magicians pulled out juggling batons and each began to juggle with nearly perfect synchronicity.
"Ali," said the woman.
"Yes, Ali?" said the man.
"I think it is time we choose another volunteer."
"Ah, Dear Sister, you did not tell me you could read minds! For I was just thinking that same thing!"
"Oh Dear Brother," the woman magician sighed theatrically, rolling her eyes dramatically for the crowd.
Her brother winked. "Well beloved audience? Who here wishes to volunteer for our next trick!? Choose carefully, for once we have performed a spell on you there is no going back!"
All around me arms thrust into the air and people shouted, “Pick me! Pick me!” The twin magicians made a great show of surveying the crowd while juggling, letting the moment build. "What do you think Dear Sister?"
"I think, Ali," the woman said, now juggling her batons with only one hand and stroking her chin. "That we should choose that lady there!" The magician pointed at the crowd and a young woman squealed happily. "Come on up!" The woman beckoned with her empty hand, keeping the rhythm of the synchronized juggling with the other.
As the new volunteer scrambled to the stage, the twins turned to one another and began to toss the juggling batons to each other across the stage. It took a few moments but the woman made it to the stage and ascended the stairs. The man magician flung all of his batons to the woman, who easily juggled the entire set. The man picked up a rolled up black sheet and carried it to the centre of the stage. He unfurled it dramatically, revealing it was a thin circle of fabric and laid it on the centre of the stage, like a big black spot. He stroked his goatee thoughtfully and cocked his wide, wide hips. The volunteer stood and watched nervously.
The volunteer stood there on the stage looking lost. The woman magician called her over, breaking her juggling rhythm to beckon with one hand while tossing the batons to her brother with the other. The male twin easily caught each baton and set to juggling them. The volunteer shuffled over to the woman magician who smiled at her brightly.
"Thank you for volunteering," the woman said sweetly.
"Uh, you're welcome," the volunteer stammered.
The woman magician took the volunteers hands. "And what is your name?"
"Well, Kendra, you'll have to be nude for this next trick. Allow me to help." The woman magician unfastened the volunteer’s bright shirt and tight jeans and helped her step out of her clothes. She did this with a practice flourish that had Kendra standing blushing, smiling, and naked in moments. "How about a big round of applause for Kendra, beloved audience."
The crowd clapped politely for Kendra who stood beaming on the stage. Kendra had light brown skin, brown freckles and kinky black hair. She was in her twenties and quite fit, with a toned body and small pointy breasts. I recognized the woman as one of the clerks from a designer jeans shop in the mall. She was basically someone just like me!
The twin magicians let Kendra have her moment of adulation before ushering her into the centre of the stage, standing right in the middle of the black circle of cloth on the floor. The magicians resumed juggling, tossing the batons across the stage between them and over Kendra and occasionally whipping them past her. "Are you ready Kendra?" Asked the man. Kendra nodded and flinched as a baton whizzed by her face. "Good!" Exclaimed the woman. "Now!" Both twins said in unison, quickly throwing all of their batons in the air in a steep arc that looked like they would crash right on top of Kendra. Kendra shrieked a little in surprise but before the batons struck her the black sheet on the stage exploded upward becoming a giant, upsidedown top hat hiding Kendra from view and creating a basket the batons fell right into.
"Excellent Ali!" said the woman.
"Indeed!" agreed the man.
The twins circled the stage, strutting and slinking and examining the enormous hat.
"That's a rather large hat, Ali." The male Ali decided.
"I fear we will need a very large wand, dear brother."
"Then we best get the extra large one out of storage."
The twins circled the stage again, walked to a pile of large travel trunks on wheels and, flashing their shapely ass and large breasts respectively, pushed two of the trunks to the front of the stage. Each trunk was four feet long and two feet wide, and when the twins spun them in place, the audience could see they were solid trunks. The twins then pushed the crates together, opened the lids and together hefted out an eight foot long wand as wide as a log. The twins carefully set the giant wand down on the stage, the male Ali sticking out his round ass and the female Ali showing her deep cleavage, before pushing the trunks apart and out of the way, showing again that they were apparently complete boxes.
The twin magicians then returned to the wand and lifted it together, carrying it over to the giant top hat. The magicians instructed the audience to count to three and then, teetering and straining, they hefted the huge wand and with a coordinated effort tapped the wand against the hat three times. On the third tap the wand released a tremendously loud bang and coloured smoke and the hat collapsed back into the round black sheet of fabric on the floor. A transformed Kendra was standing in the centre of the stage!
Kendra was now a kind of four legged bunnygirl. Her black kinky hair was now a shock of white, fluffy, thick hair that cascaded down her back. Sticking out of the hair were two long, floppy rabbit ears that swivelled as the crowd cheered. She had a cute little pink nose and her top lip had become round and split like a bunny creating a space for her new whiskers and large buck teeth. Her face, otherwise, was recognizably hers and her upper body was still broadly human, although she had grown a muff of fur around her throat and shoulders. On her chest she had grown more breasts, leaving her with eight smallish, pointy tits and her arms from mid shoulder to wrist where covered in luxurious fur. Below the waist Kendra had grown a second torso and set of legs, leaving her a humantaur. Her lower body was broadly human as well, with similar additions to her upper body: her horizontal torso had grown eight medium breasts that hung heavily below her, her lower legs and feet were coated in thick white fur, like shaggy boots, and she had grown a cute little bunny tail above her ass. Kendra was still female, but now she had two pussies, one between each pair of her legs. The bunny girl humantaur twitched her nose and wiggled her tail and smiled broadly at the audience.
"Ali," said the man, "it seems we have pulled a rabbit out of our hat!"
"And such a cute one!" agreed the female Ali happily. "Beautiful bunny, how do you feel?"
"I feel so hoppy!" Kendra said. "It's amazing, I can hare-dly believe it!"
The twin magicians smirked.
"Wait," Kendra said, "am I speaking in Rabbit buns?"
"If you mean puns..." said the man magician smiling.
"Then yes!" Beamed the woman.
Kendra frowned adorably and twitched her nose. "That's bunnyspected," she said philosophically. The audience laughed happily.
"Now off you go, beautiful bunny," said the female Ali and Kendra the bunnygirl humantaur skipped like a little girl, her new obligate motion, off of the stage to applause and cheers and laughter.
I was stunned. That certainly looked like a real transformation! I had seen that woman around the mall for months, Kendra wasn't a plant and there was no way to fake a transformation into a skipping, punning, four-legged bunny girl. People in the crowd were touching her and petting her, something Kendra seemed quite pleased with, providing more evidence that she had transformed. These magicians must actually be transforming people! Cool, I had thought.
I looked around the crowd and saw a couple more transformed people, probably past volunteers. There was a fit middle aged woman stripped to the waist with her perky breasts and a third eye on her forehead. And leaning over the rail above was a beautiful topless woman with iridescent pink hair, four arms, and sparkling butterfly wings. They were both so weird and beautiful, and so was, for that matter, the happy bunnygirl. To my young eyes a transformation seemed sexy and cool, a nice break to the monotony of selling soap at the mall. Maybe I should try to volunteer?
But then again the woman with the long tongue and mentally linked dildo didn't seems so glamorous. That change was kind of icky and looked like it would be inconvenient to live with. And what if there was some kind of accident? I'd heard stories of transformations going wildly, horribly out of control. Maybe I should just watch the rest of the show quietly.
Ali and Ali cleaned up the stage and turned smiling back to the audience. "We have one more trick!" The twins announced together. "And we of course, beloved audience, need another volunteer." Said the man. "Who wants to join us on stage!?" Sang the woman. The audience threw up hands and called for themselves to be chosen.
I couldn't help myself, I was swept up in the moment. I wanted to be part of the show, I wanted to be sexy and unusual and exciting. "Pick me!" I screamed and jumped and waved my hands.
"Dear Brother, I believe it is your turn to choose a victim, haha, volunteer."
"Hmm" the man said, at rocking his chin, "what about...." He surveyed the crowd and seemed to look straight at me. He lifted his finger, pointing, I swear right at me. "You there! Come on up to the stage!'
I gasped, too shocked to move. The magicians had chosen me! I was so excited! What had I done? I was terrified. I was rooted in place.
"YAH!" Screamed a female voice right behind me, and a young woman shoved me aside and ran for the stage.
Someone else was taking my spot, or maybe the magician had chosen the woman behind me. I was disappointed but also deeply relieved.
The woman climbed onto the stage. She was about my age, strawberry blonde, and very curvaceous with very large breasts, wide hips, and a small belly. I instantly recognized her as one of the clerks from the frozen yogurt stand. The bitch.
"Welcome," beamed the male Ali, "and what is your name."
Sarah. "Sarah," she said brightly.
"Well Sarah," said the woman, "like most of our tricks, you'll have to take off your clothes."
Sarah nodded and eagerly tugged off her Froyo Palace uniform baring her zaftig body to the audience. She paused as she tugged off her underwear and looked looked the magicians up and down. "I'm sorry, but uh, what's your deal?"
The woman smiled, "Oh, when Ali and I were studying to be magicians our teacher cut us both in half..."
"... But when he put us back together he mixed up whose legs was whose!" laughed the male Ali winking.
"You have to be careful about trusting magicians," grinned the woman magician playfully.
"Now stand right there," instructed the male magician. The two magicians began to circle Sarah slowly, scrutinizing her thoughtfully. While they were doing so, I noticed something: the magicians were always carefully watching each other from the corners of their eyes. And I realized, they had been doing so the entire time. Whenever one of the magicians was walking the other was paying some attention to them and if one of the magicians was busy doing something, the other was usually standing still. It was subtle and buried in their choreographed stage routine, but it was really like one of the twins was busy piloting the other one. I gasped; this probably meant that they controlled their original legs on their sibling’s body. Weird!
The two twins circled the stage once more and walked to trunks placed on either side of the stage. The magicians opened the trunks and pulled on lab coats and gloves and goggles. The man also pulled out flasks filled with colourful solutions and began to mix them. The woman addressed the audience: "For our last trick, Ali and I like to show our beloved audiences a transformation free of adornments or trickery. We want to prove to you that everything you saw today was real, to make you believe in magic. So for this trick we will be giving Sarah an alchemical concoction and letting you watch the results! How about a round of applause for Sarah!"
As the crowd applauded politely, the two Ali's walked to Sarah, gave her a hug and handed her the now glowing blue flask. They whispered instructions to her and then retreated to a safe distance. Sarah smiled, shouted "Bottoms up!" And quaffed the flask.
Sarah burped loudly and blushed for a moment before her face melted into her head, which then retracted into her shoulders. The now headless girl stumbled on the stage in confusion for a moment. Her nipples rippled and pealed open revealing new eyeballs set in aureola eyelids. Sarah's new eyes widened and blinked, wobbling around as her large breasts jiggled. "Ahhhhh," Sarah sighed in pleasure as her navel widened into a slash that became a lipless, toothless mouth. Her breasts and arms started to transform next. Her eye-tipped tits began to grow out from her body, lengthening but not getting bigger, becoming two long sausages of flesh. The elongated tits developed some sort of internal musculature and became prehensile, lifting out from Sarah's chest like eyestalks. Meanwhile, Sarah's arms became boneless and tubular while her hands clenched into fists which morphed into large cock glands. Her new cock-tentacle arms twisted in her shoulder sockets going now jutting straight up from her shoulders. Sarah suddenly yelped as her legs lot their shape and she fell over onto her strange torso face. While she laid on the floor her legs merged together, smoothly blending into her back on her new tail’s top and flaring our into a slug's foot on the bottom. The tip of the tail peeled open to reveal a penis glans. Sarah pulled herself up revealing that she was now a male slug creature with tit-eyestalks and cock antennae. She moaned loudly, her skin developing a shine as she sweat a slick goo. Sarah finally squealed and came from her three cock heads.
I recoiled in horror. Sarah's body was monstrous: the once pretty girl was now a cock-slug thing. She was disgusting. And it could have been me! The Ali's pointed right at me, and I wanted to rush onto that stage despite the consequences. Only Sarah's boisterous enthusiasm had stopped me from rushing to the stage myself. Rushing into becoming... that. I watched in mute horror as Sarah uncertainly inched her slimy way off the stage to the crowd’s applause, her breast eyes sweeping around the room. I shuddered and pushed my way free of the show, trying to get away from the now terrifying magicians.
Transformations were scary!
I returned to work and tried to put on a friendly face for the rest of my shift and resolved to never put myself in danger of a transformation again.
And that's how I escaped being transformed in a show by a jerk who took my place on stage.
Story and words by Indigocarmine
Key transformations were designed in collaboration with KSG
Editorial help by KSG
The Insurmountable Ali's were inspired by DarkDonny's Morben stories.