Anne makes a break for the door.

"Uhhh..." Anne clearly doesn't know what to do. This is obviously a girl who has never dined-and-dashed; that's for sure. She genuinely feels bad about not being able to pay, but the person who seems to have the book is back out on the street already, and if she wastes even another second in here they could disappear into a crowd, or catch a ride-share, or otherwise disappear without a trace.

"I'm really sorry. I'll pay you back later. I promise. I just really need to go right now!" Anne says, making a hasty apology. Her seat is so close to the door that all she really has to do is get up and take a couple steps to be back in the entryway—which she clearly intends to do. She moves quickly, her hair swooshing and her breasts bouncing as she makes a break for the doorway to follow the only lead she has.

...or so she tries. But after the first step, she just sorta... freezes mid-step. Not entirely; she is still able to move her head and speak, but it is as if the rest of her is just stuck in a running motion she intended to have. But she can't move, and that includes coming down to the ground; she is frozen mid-air!

"What the heck?!" She exclaims in reaction. You can't blame her for being surprised, even though she'd just witnessed the magic at the pool table. Though, really, maybe that should have served as a warning not to try anything like this.

It would appear that the bartender himself is the one who cast the spell. "Sorry, Missy," he says, obviously annoyed, "but no one skips out on payin' in Nowhere. Not sure how you got in without knowin' that, but I also don't care." The rest of the bar is now watching with genuine interest, and if you are reading their expressions correctly, there's a lot of lust and excitement starting to build up. It's as if they know something you and the captured Anne do not.

"I didn't mean to insult you, really, it's just that—" But then the bartender waves his hand. In a sudden blast of magic, it's like Anne's clothing is destroyed, blown right off of her body entirely! Still stuck in that running pose mid-air, the girl is now naked from head to her cute toes! "EE!" She exclaims, trying to cover herself, only to realize again that she can't move her arms or legs!

You feel your own strange, incorporeal excitement stir as you feel your body-less arousal, viewing this new girl's nude glory. Her skin is a beautiful light tone that seemed to stand out amid the darkly lit bar setting. Her legs are shapely and gorgeous and lead up to her beautifully round bottom. The bartender uses his spell that has her trapped to float her upward and turn her more toward you and the other observers in the bar, giving you a great view of her new pussy, which appears to imply that she keeps herself shaved down there. If you didn't know that she'd only acquired that cunt within the hour, you would have assumed this girl really took the time to make herself look as sexy as possible. Adding to that are her large breasts, beautifully big tits that were such a draw for the eye.

The redhead looks gorgeous in her helpless state. You don't even try to hold back. Of course, this also turns out to only be the beginning of the bartender's plan.

"See, we've got a penalty for those that try to leave this place without payin'. Been a long while since anyone even tried, but I think I can still remember how it goes." Anne floats down to his level, now behind the bar itself.

"Sir, I promise you that I will definitely pay you back, it's just that this guy named Tri—" But as Anne starts talking, the man puts his hand on the top of her head. And then he... pushes down.

And Anne's head just disappears down into her own shoulders! Mid-sentence, before she can even really react, you watch as the man effortlessly just makes her whole beautiful head just vanish into her torso. It happens so fast, you can hardly believe what you just saw!

And neither can Anne! You suddenly are privy to her thoughts once more: AAAH! What the hell what the hell what the hell?! What happened to my head?! I can still see... and hear... and think... That's good, but what the HELL happened to my head?! It's pretty understandable that she is kind of hung up on that detail. People generally need heads to live.

But the bartender isn't done yet.

Lifting up Anne's left arm out to her side, he then pushes against her hand. You watch as her arm just starts to vanish into her shoulder as if disappearing into a void there. In mere moments, he's pressing his hand up against a bare, rounded off shoulder on her body. She visibly shivers, but can't protest aloud.

Ooh, is she protesting in her mind though! Hey, you can't do this to me! Stop that, that's my arm! That... Where did it go? Dammit, stop it, this doesn't make any sense! You can also sense something in her: a growing arousal despite her situation... or maybe because of it?

The barman repeats the step with the other arm, rendering the nude, headless girl also arm-less. The whole of the patrons are watching intently. Anne feels an incredible feeling of helplessness as she could no longer cover her breasts even if she wasn't frozen in place.

He still has more to go. Putting his hands on her headless shoulders, he pushes downward. At her hips, her legs slip up and in, vanishing as they are consumed by her torso! Shorter and shorter she gets, disappearing from view behind the counter. A second or two later, the bartender stands up again, holding the now almost limbless, headless girl around the waist and setting her up on the counter, balancing her on what little of her thighs that she retained. He then pushes down on her more, and the bottoms of those thighs become a flat plane so as to help her balance on the counter.

Anne is now just a torso with smooth, flat-surfaced thighs beneath her. No head, no arms, no legs. Her beautifully hourglass like shape is still in tact, from her large tits to her narrow waist to her wide hips. That is... literally, all she is now.

"There we go." He says as she is set there in her helpless state. She squirms a bit, showing that she's very much still alive and conscious, but she seems to be prevented from squirming too much. Her pussy is slightly glistening and her nipples are poking out. What did he do to her?

What did he do to me? Anne appropriately thinks as she is realizing her reduced form. It surely couldn't get any more humiliating than this, right? She is just a torso of a woman, set on the bar counter for everyone to see, and likely touch, considering she is well within reach of people at the bar.

"Hey, Mac," one of the patrons yells, "I'll take a screwdriver!"

"Comin' right up," the bartender replies. He lifts up a glass... and places it next to Anne's left tit!? Anne shivers and feels the sudden pressure behind her nipple, and then... the flow of liquid from it, into the glass. Only as humiliating as it already was, that isn't milk. It is vodka.

And then, bringing the glass to the other tit, that nipple flows with orange juice!

Mac then mixes the drink properly and floats it over to the man. "Just don't try to skip out on payin'," he says, which makes the whole bar laugh and hoot at Anne's obvious misfortune.

You watch as more people order different drinks, and Mac uses Anne's breasts to produce most of the liquid ingredients, no matter how many times those orders change. Anne's tits seem to know exactly what to produce each time, and judging from Anne's silent moans and surprise mental gasps, you're sure that she's not doing that on purpose. Not only that, but it seems that Nowhere's latest drink dispenser is a very hands-on item. The patrons seems quite happy that someone was finally foolish enough to cross Mac again; it had been so long since they had a new former mortal to enjoy in the place!

And considering how immediately popular she is, you have a feeling that she's not going to be let go any time soon. But, hey, at least she'll have lots of time to memorize mixed drink combinations!

THE END