As his next victim—I mean, volunteer—approached and stripped, the magician put away the guillotine.
“Aw, you’re not gonna cut off my head?” the volunteer whined. The audience booed.
“I never perform the same trick twice in the same show,” the magician declared. “Besides, most people’s heads really do belong on their shoulders,” he looked over his next volunteer appraisingly, “it’s the rest of them that needs to change.”
And with that, the naked magician pulled out a fancy glass cabinet on wheels from his box of tricks. “Please step inside,” he instructed, and his volunteer did just that.
“What’s it do?” he asked as he slotted his body into the surprisingly tight and form fitting cabinet.
“You know that trick with the guy in the box?” the magician asked gamely, shutting the box tight.
“The vanishing chest?”
“No, the other one.” And then the naked magician gave the upper half of the box a sharp twist. Since the box was form fitting, it also twisted the victim—I mean, volunteer—inside.
“Augh!” the volunteer cried, and the audience echoed him, as his head and torso flipped around but his ass and crotch did not, twisting him ass-forwards.
“Ohmygod, oh my god,” the twisted man cried, “my body’s all twisted up and—” He twitched his leg. “Oh, thank god, I can still feel my legs.”
“That’s not the only thing you can feel,” the magician smirked as his volunteer’s cock swelled.
“Oh my god, yes, you have no idea how much I wanted this!”
“Oh, I always have some idea,” the magician said as he flipped the whole box around to face the audience. He then reached into his box of tricks and pulled out a bottle of massage oil. “I trust you want this?” The twisted man in the box nodded frantically. “Well, I’d love to do this next bit myself, but I believe your boyfriend is in the audience?”
A man from the audience sprang up and ran for the glass box, awkwardly stripping off his clothes as he went, then knelt down at his boyfriend’s ass and asked—no, demanded!—”What do I do?”
“You take this bottle of massage oil,” the naked magician instructed, “and rub it into his waist. That will relax his flesh so it holds its new shape, and you two can fuck happily ever after!”
The twisted man’s boyfriend practically snatched the bottle, then remembered his manners. He stood up, opened the upper half of the box and asked if this is what his boyfriend wanted.
“More than anything,” he replied.
The boyfriend grinned, gormless, and said, “Me too.” He poured some of the oil on his hands, then rubbed it into his boyfriend’s waist.
The twisted man moaned as his flesh relaxed into its new shape, and in the excitement, his already straining cock shot a hot load all over the interior of the box. “Sorry, man,” he said.
“No worries,” the magician waved off, “it’s glass. But now for the moment of truth.” He gestured for his volunteer’s boyfriend to move off and, when he had, closed the box back up. “Now, I could just build these so they could open both ways,” the magician said, “but then I wouldn’t be able to really show off!” He twisted the box—and the man inside—back around ass-backwards, then opened the door and helped his victim—I mean, volunteer—out. As he did so, the twisted man immediately twisted back around ass-forwards!
“Oh god,” he moaned, as he looked down at his ass and started massaging it, “I’m perfect!”
“You are,” his boyfriend replied, and walked up to him to give him a tight embrace and a steamy kiss. The twisted man responded in kind, and soon all semblance of decorum was abandoned as the one stuffed his cock into the other’s ass, never breaking the embrace or the kiss. A few short minutes later, both men were cumming hot loads to the cheers of the audience. The two lovers giggled and staggered back to their seat, naked and eager for the rest of the show, enjoying their new positions in life.
The naked magician wiped a tear from his eye. “This is why I do this,” he said, “to bring happiness and joy to people’s lives.”
“And hot hot fuckin’,” someone from the audience hooted.
“You sir,” the magician said, wearing a mock scowl, “have just volunteered!”
The audience laughed.
“All right,” the heckler said, “What do I do?”
“First, you take these,” the magician handed him a bottle of Windex and a rag, “and clean up the mess my last trick left.” The audience laughed.
“I got naked for this?” the heckler asked; the audience laughed again.
“Oh relax, there’s an actual trick,” the magician said, “I just don’t like to put my equipment away without a thorough buffing first.”
“I’ll bet you don’t,” the heckler smirked, the audience laughed again.
“Such a mouth on you,” the magician complained, a glint in his eye, “we’re going to have to fix that.”
The heckler rolled his eyes and gave the naked magician’s equipment a thorough buffing while the magician rummaged through his box of tricks. As his impromptu assistant finished his task, he pulled out a bicycle pump, of all things.
“This next trick is a Great Nudini exclusive,” the naked magician said, taking the now clean twisting cabinet from the heckler and putting it away. “And all its victims enjoy it immensely.”
“Don’t you mean volunteers?” his next victim asked.
“No. Now stick out your tongue.”
“Like thith?” the heckler said, and then felt a sharp pain as the magician drove the bicycle pump’s spike into its tip. “Augh!” he cried, and the audience echoed.
The magician started pumping, and with each pump, his victim cried out. First in agony, then in wonder, then in pleasure as his tongue swelled larger and rounder and stiffer and quite clearly became a rude, red erection that completely filled his mouth, the head poking from his lips.
“Much better, wouldn’t you agree?” the magician asked. The audience cheered their assent; the heckler just nodded dumbly, taking his new dick to hand. It wasn’t long before his body shuddered with orgasm, but nothing came out.
“Sorry about that,” the magician said, “forgot to add the balls.” He pulled on his victim’s new cock, pulling it all the way out, stretching the lips into a foreskin and collapsing the jaw and chin completely. He stuck the bicycle pump in at the base, causing the silenced heckler to jolt in surprise, and started inflating again. Soon, a plump, round ballsack with two plump, round balls was hanging from the man’s face just beneath his cock.
The heckler whimpered and gurgled as he took his already resurging manhood to hand again, and came properly this time.
“Better?” the magician asked.
His face-cocked victim nodded.
“Now as fun as that was,” the magician said, fiddling with the pump, “I can’t let you go around without a mouth, so let me just—” he made to deflate the heckler’s face cock, but the heckler grabbed his arm and, with a glare, brought the pump lower.
“Ah, yes, how silly of me,” the naked magician said, chagrined, “I should have known!” He inserted the pump’s spike into the heckler’s original balls, and started working the pump, now set to deflate. When the balls were gone, he pushed the cock into his victim’s—yes, by this point, volunteer’s—crotch, bunching the foreskin up into a new set of plump lips and jutting the taint out into a new chin and jaw. A few more pumps, and the crotch cock was now a crotch mouth.
The heckler tried to speak, but no words came out.
“Something’s missing,” the magician wondered aloud, tapping his chin uncertainly. He snapped his fingers. “Ah, yes! Got your nose!”
The childish taunt became suddenly real as the magician really did pull the heckler’s nose clean off his face. The heckler panicked as his airway was cut off, then sucked down a deep, musky breath as the magician placed his nose where it belonged—over the new mouth in his crotch.
“Oh-h-h-h” the face-cock crotch-mouth half sighed in relief, half moaned in pleasure. “That hits the spot! You, sir, are doing god’s work!”
“Debatable,” the magician said, “now give this a thorough buffing.” He shoved the bicycle pump in his volunteer’s chest.
The crotch-mouthed heckler smirked. “Anything else you want me to buff?”
The naked magician smirked right back. “Meet me after the show and find out.”
“Ooooooh,” the audience taunted.
“This next trick will require two victims,” the magician declared. “I mean, volunteers.”
A pair of boyfriends perked up and fairly sprinted up to the magician. As they stripped, he pulled out a bare wooden table with an ominous slit down the middle and an enormous two-handled saw.
“Doesn’t the saw-the-man-in-half trick only need one man?” one of the volunteers asked.
“At least if you’re doing it for real?” the other added.
“Not if you’re doing it my way,” the magician said coyly. “Now get on the table.”
The volunteers did so, side by side. The magician gave them each a handle of the saw and instructed them to begin. “I will guide you and make sure you don’t cut anything important, but you’ve got to do all the hard work.”
The two men, thus encouraged, laid the saw across their abs and started pulling back and forth. There was no pain, only erotic pleasure as the saw bit into their flesh and split them both in twain. When they started eating into the wood, they were so distracted that they cut it completely in half before they could stop.
Not that the magician tried to. He simply grinned while he pulled the two halves apart. “And now we come to the reason I do this trick with two people,” the naked magician announced. “Do you two want me to put your bodies back together the way they were, or the way they should be?”
“Should, should!” the two halved men cried, already turning their smoothly cut torsos toward each other without any prompting.
“Getting ahead of ourselves, I see.”
“You already did that trick!” the heckler hooted.
“Don’t make me bring out the pump again, I just had it buffed.”
“Yeah ya did!”
The magician just rolled his eyes as he pulled a tube of putty from his box of tricks. “Easy fellas,” he commanded. “You can’t just mash ’em together and hope they stick. You gotta put this on first.” He smeared the putty onto the body stumps, then let them resume.
This time, they felt an orgasmic release as their body rewired to accommodate the fact that it now had two head ends and no ass ends. Their abs merged and their guts rearranged and their heads became each other’s cocks, complete with ejaculation ability, which quickly came apparent.
“Oh god, that was amazing,” one end said.
“You can say that again,” the other end said.
“Oh god, that was amazing,” the one end repeated.
They both giggled, then propped themselves up on their elbows.
“What are we gonna do about our ass ends?” the one end asked.
“I dunno,” the other end replied. “I’ve never really thought about that. Usually, I just imagine they get absorbed into the other guys’ head ends.”
“Never fear,” the magician announced, “I’ve done this trick before, and the ass ends always make a lovely mount.” He smeared some of the putty onto the ass ends’ stumps, and then gently brought them together. The head ends both moaned in a sudden jolt of pleasure that died away as the ass ends merged into their own being.
The ass ends themselves woke up into a life of glorious pleasure and started humping the table until they came. The naked magician gently pulled them off before they could get splinters in their dicks, then told the double head how to take care of their new pet double ass.
“And you,” he pointed at the crotch-mouthed heckler, “have more buffing to do!”
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