"Trixie Is Adorably Bad At Magic But Still Hot" By SizeShifter (https://pastebin.com/u/SizeShifter) URL: https://pastebin.com/T4CWFKfJ Created on: Wednesday 23rd of September 2020 12:29:47 PM CDT Last edit on: Wednesday 23rd of September 2020 12:30:14 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 06:22:39 AM UTC It was that time of the week again! The Great And Powerful Trixie made a point of putting on a show once a week and you know what that means, right? If you said “quality magic tricks” you’re pretty far off. She tries her best and her love and enthusiasm for the craft shine through to make the show still entertaining, but wow is she garbage at them. Can’t do even a card trick to save her life, but the audience still had a good time thanks to her sheer showmanship. Also her rack. You didn’t want to be crude, but she had the sort of body that was all too well suited for a leotard and tights. At 5’11 and complemented by an hourglass figured it only served to make the show all the more enjoyable. She even frequently made use of audience assistants which would give you an excellent look at what must have been at least an F-cup bust pressed up in her costume. Of course, since you may suddenly be called up on stage it meant you wouldn’t have time to “relax” so it was suggested to wear pants that wouldn’t show how much you were enjoying her performance. Tonight was going to be your usual habit of watching her fail at her job in a cute way while trying to respectfully leer at her body, but this time you were being accompanied. Your friends had sometimes come before, and that was fine, but this was much worse since it wasn’t your friend. It was your girlfriend. Her chest squished against your shoulder as she sat on the log next to you. Trixie had a lovely outdoor setup on these cool summer nights that could even be called romantic, but this was not something you really wanted her to see with you. “This is going to be so much fun! I didn’t know you went out to see a magic show every night like this. Didn’t think it would be your thing at all!” You forced a grin up “Haha, you know me. I’m always full of surprises. You really didn’t have to take that shift off just to see what I do these evenings. Like, really, you should have worked tonight. Really.” “And miss out on spending time with you like this? Not a chance.” She leaned over to kiss you on the cheek as you felt progressively like more of a jerk. How did you manage a girl who was all this and still come out to see someone like Trixie? You looked your girlfriend up and down, from her old sneakers up to her long, jean covered legs stretched out on the grass, the comfy beige sweater she wore being pulled out enough by her H-cup breasts that you could swear you could see gaps in the material. You don’t know how someone like this fell for you and considered yourself lucky, but darn it, as much as you loved your 6’3 girlfriend she wasn’t the leotard wearing type. She squeezed your arm. “Ooh, it’s starting!” The lights set up at the front of the stage lit and turned, at least her actual magic was good even if her sleight of hand wasn’t, and out she strode waving to the crowd with a smile bright and white enough it practically reflected the lights back at you. Everyone clapped enthusiastically, but your girlfriend only clapped politely. “Is this her normal outfit?” she whispered down to you. “It’s- it’s kind of her style.” “Mm hmm.” Trixie spread her arms wide. “Good evening, everyone! How are we doing tonight?” The small audience cheered in response. “Excellent, wow, I can see quite a few familiar faces again! You boys sure do like my magic, huh? Well I won’t keep you waiting. You know the drill, would someone from the audience please assist the Great And Powerful- er, you two alright?” Two guys at the front jostled each other as they argued over who would go up with each seeming to be egging on the other to actually make the move. Finally one got shoved forward and there was soft applause for the sweaty looking guy who stumbled onto stage. “How wonderful to see you up here finally. Long time watcher, first time participant, huh?” “Y-y-” “Tell me, what’s your favourite part about the show?” His eyes widened and all the words caught in his throat. Trixie moved on. “No matter, but I think you deserve a little reward for being such a faithful fan of Trixie’s, hmm?” she said with a shimmy. Your girlfriend whispered to you again. “Does she normally flirt with you losers so blatantly?” “It’s just her showmanship. This is how she always acts.” “I don’t believe she’s that innocent.” Your reply was interrupted by Trixie continuing. “Trixie will reward you with a tip. A little something to pay you back. If I just check behind your ear I will find-” There was a light clatter of metal when Trixie flicked her arm forward as the coins stashed in her little cuff links all flew out over her assistant’s shoulder. “Oh shoot. I’m sorry everyone, give me a moment.” Trixie hurried over to the coins on the stage and bent over to pick them up, paying no heed to the view of her rear now being provided to the audience. The leotard pulled up tightly against her butt which revealed quite a bit of skin and some very noticeable ass cleavage. “Okay, now I believe you,” your girlfriend whispered again, “If only her brain was as big as her-” “N-next trick!” Trixie called to the audience as she composed herself. The show continued much as the others did. She tried to make a dove appear, but it flew away while the trick was still being set up. She tried a disappearing act, but the trap door got stuck. She tried even a simple flower appearing trick and those caught fire for reasons no one could really understand. And perhaps it’s best not to explain how her quick change routine went wrong, but everyone greatly enjoyed the error. Except your girlfriend, of course. You just kept sinking a little lower as she became more confused and aware that this was more or less a peep show with extra steps. You also liked supporting local talent, you swear it, but that detail probably wouldn’t be accepted so readily when there was so much bouncing boob on stage. Trixie pulled out a pack of cards and again asked for an audience participant. To your surprise your girlfriend was the one who volunteered. “Maybe you can stare at me for a change when I’m up there, ‘kay?” she whispered harshly at you before walking to the stage. “Hello there, tall and new audience member. Are you ready to have your mind read by the Great and Powerful Trixie?” “Sure,” your girlfriend said, crossing her arms with a very unamused look on her face. “Excellent. Now look at this card,” Trixie said, flipping up the top card of the deck, the seven of hearts, “Have it in your head? Now, I’ll shuffle it back in and using my amazing mental magics find the same card. Iiiiissss this it!?” With a flourish she revealed the card. The nine of diamonds. Hey, that was closer than last time! Good for her. The audience began to politely clap reassuringly as usual only for your girlfriend to decide not to play along. “That’s not my card.” “What? But Trixie always succeeds at this, does she not?” There was an uncomfortable silence from the crowd. “See, Trixie, you don’t actually understand the reason everyone here is watching you despite your repeated failures, do you?” Trixie seemed to practically shrink as she stood next to the larger girl with her confidence quickly crumbling away. “I know my tricks are a work in progress by my showmanship is-” “Ugh, no, it’s those tits of yours. If you weren’t bouncing around everywhere then no one would be here. They’ve been staring at you like that the whole time. They don’t care about your magic!” As Trixie looked out to her audience there was a bit of grumbling in protest, but no one really felt strong enough about it to feel right saying otherwise. Trixie looked down sad, then raised her head back up with teeth gritted and turned to the girl. “Fine, I guess that Trixie should just give the audience what they want, huh? Is that it? Perhaps I can show you the one bit of magic I’m actually good at then, hmm? I certainly hope you don’t mind being an assistant for this one too.” She reached out and grabbed the girl’s arm, staring up at her in the eyes as she did so. “Hey, what the-” “I can see you’re not using what you have under all that clothing so maybe I’ll just borrow it. Think of it as the price of admission.” A purple haze surrounded the two of them as Trixie held on to the girl’s arm despite her attempts to pull away. The changes were quickly noticeable as Trixie’s bustline, which fit so perfectly into her costume, now began to overflow the cups of her leotard while the girl’s tight sweater gradually began to look less impressively taut as her breast size went from huge to merely large. Trixie’s maintained stare also highlighted the slow shift in height between the two as her head pivoted downwards to follow your girlfriend’s eyes. Her sweater appeared to slink down her figure, her hands beginning to lose themselves in the sleeves and overall becoming oversized for her. It soon sunk down enough to obscure her hips which had been seen to be filling out her jeans less as her hips and butt sunk inward. You could see how this was being reciprocated in Trixie’s improvements. She had a nice hourglass going, but it only became more pronounced as her hips broadened and the leotard sunk deeper into her ass. There were sounds of tearing as her tights were unable to handle her lengthening legs. The fabric began to run with fine fault lines in the overstrained fabric running up and down her thighs first which had thickened as well. Soon the size difference between the two had been inverted, but Trixie looked down with an evil grin and the purple mist flared briefly before the size exchange continued. Your girlfriend continued to shrink down and inwards as whatever curves she may have had left were obscured by a baggy, very oversized sweater. Good thing it hung so low, since her jeans finally fell to the floor now that she had so little down below to hold them up. Trixie had the opposite problem with her costume not being able to keep up with her expanding body. As her breasts exceeded past a K-cup the top finally split down the middle and hung limply at her waist with her breasts out for all to see. The butt area quickly followed suit, with the only part of her remaining covered being her waistline though the costume was stretched vertically from her lengthening body. Trixie finally let the girl’s arm go. She absolutely towered above her, taking a whole foot of height and putting her at a statuesque 6’11. There was so much to take in now as she still bounced with the same energy she had before, but there was much more movement in her new curves from their new freedom and size. “Would you like to see this trick again next week?” For the first time there were genuine cheers of excitement that Trixie gleefully soaked in. She was certain to include this in her routine from now on. Who needed simple tricks when this got such a reaction? You suddenly felt something small flop against you. Reduced all the way to 5’3 and with no curves to speak of your girlfriend leaned against you, defeated. You patted her thin side reassuringly. “I’ll see if I can get you a refund.”