"What are you getting now?" Melanie asked, trying to look around her stepbrother, who was rummaging in a shelf. The vixen was sitting on the table, where he had placed her. She was still magically hollowed out, but one couldn't tell by her outsides.

When he turned around again he held scissors, needle and thread.

"I thought about sewing myself a new outfit. What do you think, how would vixen fur look on me?" - he obviously tried very hard to keep a straight face.

"You are going to cut me now?" the vixen asked in a mixture of fear and anticipation.

Marik nodded. "I wanted to try this out for a while now. You can do it to me later, too. Could you lie down on the table please?"

Melanie did, panting, eyeing the big scissors with mixed feelings.

"Let's see. I guess I'll start with a cut, once around your waist, then I'll have some pants to slip in."

The vixen held her breath, her head lifted slightly to see what exactly her brother was doing. He took a fold of her belly skin into his paw, gently, then touched her belly with the cold scissor blades. The tip poked her.

"Ouch!" she said and winced, as her brother slowly increased pressure. The tip vanished under her fur, and she could feel it penetrate her skin. He pushed stronger and she could feel the cold metal slide inside her, cold to the touch, but where its blade sliced it was still cutting hot. Fascinated she watched the scissors half embedded in her belly already, but inside she felt nothing.  After all she was all hollow.

"Time to cut some fabric." the fox said grinning, aligned his tool and squeezed the scissors shut. It made a dry sound, as if cutting through cardboard or thick linen. Melanie gasped, her head arching back, as she felt her belly being cut sideways.

Marik didn't wait long, he reopened the scissors a bit and made the next cut.  Melanie's paws clenched against the flat table surface she was laying on, her legs flexing, spreading slightly. Her belly gaped open a bit already, and Marik was able to see her pink, rubbery insides. Two more cuts and he had cut his sister open all the way to her side and another cut downwards towards the table. The other, still intact half of her belly strained, as she tried to keep her head lifted. It seemed to become harder for her.

There was no blood of course. The spell made Melanie's skin behave like a mixture of fur and rubber. The vixen now supported her upper body weight on her arms in order to see better, fascinated as well by being able to see inside her. From this angle she could see inside into the hollow tubes that were her legs, as well as the inside mirror image of her tail hole. She could see it flex as she clenched her bottom together curiously. Not long now and they would become Marik's pants.

First he had to finish his cut though. His scissors went round her other side, then along the table, through her back. A jolt went through her as he cut what would normally have been her spine. She clenched her sex, twitching, trembling, but still could feel everything. Even though she was now completely cut into two.

Marik withdrew his scissors and brushed her leg fur all the way down to her ankles. "I guess I need a pair of new shoes too." he said smiling.

Melanie flexed her toes, feeling the opening scissors take her ankle between their jaws. Marik pressed them shut in one swift cut, and her foot came off.

"Here, what do you think?" he said, picking up the severed appendage. Melanie dropped back to the table, taking her foot into her paw. From the outside it felt normal, even her own touch felt as if it was still attached to her leg.  The cut itself was sensitive of course, and inside. It was all hollow and felt weird. She inserted her own paw into it, feeling its insides, feeling her own touch within her foot.

She hadn't even noticed Marik having approached her other leg until the sudden cut as he severed her second ankle. Melanie kicked her leg, but her detached lower body just jerked on the table, with no leverage.

Marik grabbed her legs though, picking her up. "Look at that. A perfect pair of vixen pants for me."

Melanie instinctively reached down to where he touched her, but of course her arms only reached the now open rim of her torso. Also more sensitive. She wondered how her belly would look from down there.

Marik in the meantime contemplated her sex. "You know what? It needs a button, and a zipper!"

"Don't you dare..." she managed to say, interrupted by a moan, as he had already applied the scissors again, cutting down the front all the way, right through her clit and into her sex. Cold metal split her most sensitive point cleanly in two.

"Now I can get in and out much more easily."

Melanie wondered where her brother had acquired the tailoring skills. He actually managed to sew in both a button and a button hole into her lower belly, then he put in a zipper that went all the way down to her crotch. In and out went the needle, piercing her sensitive nether lips. All the time he was relocating, running away with Melanie's 'pants', trying to stay out of her reach.

The vixen was trying to get to him, pulling her torso with her arms, but of course he was faster. And what he did to her sex also slowed her down and forced her to stop, arching and moaning again and again.

"Done" Marik finally proclaimed laughing, closing the zipper he had just sewn in. It wasn't exactly a masterpiece of tailoring, but it worked and closed neatly. Melanie watched him fold her lower half neatly and put it on the table, then ruined his job by kicking her legs.

"Hey, I think they are a bit wrinkly, might neat to iron them." he said, barely able to contain his laughter.

"Don't you dare. Where did you learn doing that in the first place, I didn't think you of all furs would ever touch a needle. I hate doing that." Melanie asked.

"Me, too, usually. But I had to fix my own stuff before." he answered "Now, would you get back on the table? I need to make a matching jacket."

The vixen licked her lips, panting excitedly. "Will you wear me afterwards?"

"Of course, what'd be the point of this otherwise."

He reached for her hands and pulled her up, then placed her on her back again, facing him. He brushed through her fur with his left paw, then inserted his right into her torso from below and brushed the same spot from the inside, up into her chest. Melanie gasped, eyes closed, then made a murring sound. Her voice turned into a surprised gag when Marik's hand inside her went further and up into her throat, his fingers touching the back of her tongue.

"This spell is still so weird." Marik commented. And his throbbing hard on showed he meant the good kind of weird.

His sister giggled. "Tell me about it." Her glance went for the big scissors, anticipating. And promptly Marik went for them, opened them and approached Melanie's open belly, below her belly button. He waited for her to tense as the cold metal touched her, then relax again. Then he made the first cut.

Slowly and gently he cut, first through her belly, then between her breasts.  Melanie twisted and flexed, but she didn't fight it. When he reached her neck and finally withdrew his cutting tool, she grabbed her split skin with her paws and pulled herself open wide, invitingly, staring in her own pinkish hollow insides. Marik just grinned wide.

"You know what? I need some gloves too. Mind giving me a hand?"

"Bad pun. Very bad pun." she answered in mock anger, then stretched both arms towards him giggling. He took them gently, then reached for the scissors and cut her wrists like he had cut her ankles. One cold and precise snap of the sharp tools. Melanie's fingers flexed, reaching for his as he took her paws away and placed them down the table next to her feet and the pants he had made from her legs.

He turned back towards her, reaching for the scissors once more, but Melanie's sudden giggle made him suspicious. He turned around, just to see one of his sisters detached hands crawl across the table towards him like a spider. He placed the scissors back at the table, watching her attempt to control her detached hand. It apparently took some effort to crawl on four fingers.

After a bit of watching, the fox suddenly pounced the detached paw, pinning it to the table. It twitched in his grip.

"Enough of this, I guess I better wear those." he said, grinning at Melanie, while he slipped his own paw into hers until his fingers snug tightly into her own. He flexed them a few times, watching his paw that now looked like his sisters in fascination.

Melanie suddenly gasped moaning. He looked at his new hand confused, then realized this wasn't the cause of 'it'.

Meanwhile she had managed to reach his pair of new made pants with her detached left paw, and had started playing with herself, pleasuring herself, playing with the zipper he had attached, opening it. In a way this probably worked like a weird sort of clit piercing. Marik couldn't help but smile viciously.

He interrupted what Melanie was doing by picking up her hand and sliding into his second glove. She protested, but stopped when  he picked up his new 'pants' and slid into Melanie's legs, pulling her up until she was sitting tight in his crotch. Her nether lips snug gently against the base of his foxhood from both sides, and his tail fit into the tight space inside hers.  There was just enough room to bring the zipper bits together and slide it shut. He heard Melanie's delighted moan from the table, and felt her nether lips swell gently around his base and ball sack, as he finally closed the jeans button he had put into her belly.

"Fits perfectly, don't you think?" he asked her, posing with his paws in his hips, then he turned around and lifted his, or rather her tail for a good view on the tightly snug ass.

Melanie blushed, seeing her own privates so neatly attached around hers.  Somehow that felt wrong, but so hot at the same time. He felt her feelings as her nether libs pressed throbbing against his erect member, but he didn't indulge in his instincts just yet.

"Ah I know just what's missing. Shoes!" The fox reached for Melanie's detached foot and slid his own into it. It was a tight fit, but his sister's hollow part stretched nicely to make room for him. Of course the transition between his 'shoe' and 'pants' was almost seamless, and resembled his sexy sibling more than a bit. Melanie felt all of this of course, but couldn't move with her brother inside her bits. 

"Now"  he flexed his, or rather her fingers. "Lets finish that jacked of yours, shall we?"

Melanie awaited him with anticipation. He took the scissors and started cutting again, once around her neck, leaving just enough of her neck skin to make a nice white collar for him. When he made the final cut, severing her head, he placed it gently on the table, so she could see what he was doing.

Melanie was now unable to speak. However that magic worked that allowed her to function hollowed out, it seemed to require sufficient much of her bits to be left to function properly. She could still open her mouth, and heave her chest, which was now slit wide open in Marik's hands, but no sound came out.

What he did was relatively slow work. He cut button holes into her skin on the right side, strengthened them with a number of stitches, then started attaching more jeans like buttons into her left side, all along her front. It felt like piercings she thought. Weird ones.

Finally he folded her neck inwards an inch, hemming a collar so it had fur on both outside and inside. She couldn't await him to finally try her on.

Again his arms slid into hers, now hollow tubes. It made her immobile, her strength nothing compared to his when he was inside her. He barely felt her flex against his skin. But it filled her so nicely and comfortably. A feeling being without control but also so nicely being carried.  Being worn.

When his second arm went into hers, she felt herself stretched around his shoulders, and unto his back. Then he started closing the buttons bottom up, stretching her tightly around his waist, then his chest.

What she finally saw when he turned around, all buttons closed but the top most, was almost herself. Except for the extra bits in the crotch and on her front.  And Marik's shoulders were still a bit wider than her own would have been. He touched himself, brushed through her fur and she felt his touch through her own paws on her own skin.

"Perfect, isn't it? Really wanna go for a ride like this.  Missing only one thing." He made a pause, before speaking.

"I need a helmet!"

And Melanie rejoiced as he reached for her head.