"Oh, I don't know," you start to say.
"Oh, but you must!" says the woman next to you lifting your elbow.
"Yes, you go up there," says the guy on your other side using both hands to help your
elbow and shoulder up and out of your seat. He pushes you in the direction of the aisle. He
says to the person next him, "This should be good."
"You can do, boy!" cajoles another.
"Come on get up on stage!"
Catcalls and applause drive you to the steps and up on to the stage.
"So what do you want me to do?" you ask nervously as you blush.
"Well, for the moment stand there," says Morpho looking you up and down, "My your
disheveled,let's get you straightened up, shall we?"
His assistants rush over, tuck in your shirt, straighten your collar, comb your hair, adjust
the cuffs on your pants. While the woman blocks the audience's view the guy shoves his
hand inside your trousers and adjusts your cock balls to enhance your bulge as you gasp in
surprise and turn beet red.
"There, that's better. But what's this?" the magician says as his assistants retreat to
opposite sides of the stage.
Morpho grabs a red thread that is sticking out of your shirt pocket. He pulls the thread.
About a foot of thread comes out, then tied to the thread is a yellow kerchief, next a green
handkerchief, and then another brightly colored one. He pulls faster and faster, kerchief
after kerchief pile up at your feet. There's now way, but they seem to all be coming out of
your shirt pocket. He seems to be stuck or have run out after pulling out at least 50
handkerchiefs. He makes a show of stretching his hands and arms. Then he assumes a tug
of war position with the rope of scarves and pulls. The next scarf - isn't a scarf. It's your
left sock tied to the kerchief.
The audience laughs. You feel your barefoot inside you shoe, and pull up your pant leg to
show it's your sock. You pull up your other pant leg. That sock is still there. The magician
tugs again, and your other sock is now tied to the first sock and your ankle is bare.
"How did you-?"
"Magic, my boy!"
The audience is applauding. He pulls again, and you're shirtless, the shirt hangs between
the sock and a blue scarf which is coming out of your crotch.
"Ah, sorry, I didn't mean to pull your stuffing out!"
You turn beet red again, and glare at the male assistant. He must have put that scarf in
there when he adjusted you.
"Well, I have to run out of scarves sooner or later!" Morpho says pulling again.
More scarves, and more scarves. This is impossible!
Someone in the audience shouts, "Where are they coming from? Did you stuff them up his
ass?"
Morpho pauses to sniff the latest scarf. He announces to the audience, "Only if his ass is
garden fresh!"
The pile of scarves is knee high now. Another tug, and your belt comes out with a scarf on
either side of it.
"Hey, I'm running out of clothes," you say, "I think this has gone far enough."
"Oh, but there's still more!"
Another tug and the audience howls, as the magician steps back six feet, your knotted
pants leg is in his hand, and the other pant leg is hanging knotted to a pink scarf which is
coming out of the fly of your boxer briefs.
You cover your crotch and blush.
"Now I am out of clothes!"
"Not quite!" he says pulling with a flourish.
Two dozen paisley scarves are added to the heap.
" Should I keep pulling?" he asks the audience.
"No! Please stop," you plead.
The audience shouts, "Take it off! Take it off!"
What kind of show is this?
He pulls hard and your boxer briefs are no longer wrapped around you. Each leg of the
boxers is tied to a scarf and one of the scarves is coming out of your penis. You cover your
nakedness.
"Can I have my clothes back?"
"Your interfering with the act and we can't have that."
Soon two of his assistants, both male and muscle bound, grab your arms and lift them
above your head. The magician continues pulling and you feel exquisite sensations as scarf
after scarf comes out of your dick. You wonder were the scarves are coming from and then
realize that you are getting thinner.