“That’s it, everyone!” Miss Titzy announced to her enraptured audience, wearing her mock tuxedo jacket and a pair of fish net stockings that showed off her tapered legs and powerful thighs. “Eyes on my lovely, talented, very top-heavy assistant as she walks back and forth across the high wire!”

The curvy clown ringleader strutted across the stage, leering at the hundreds of eyes rolling up to gaze at Lauren as she expertly danced along the thin wire, her mind quiet and focused as she listened to the sultry accordion music. Her body knew exactly what to do. Miss Titzy had spent hours conditioning her to the same song, rewarding each pass across the wire with a small ghost orgasm. Lauren quickly learned how to earn her reward with practiced skill. As long as she allowed her mind to stay quiet, lost in the music, she could just let her body do the rest.

In her hand, she twirled a frilly umbrella painted with a blue and black spiral she held sideways, blocking her body. She grinned as she caught several audience members staring slack jawed. They were obviously impressed with her new skills. She felt her cheeks flush red.

She loved to be looked at.

“Good job, audience!” Titzy cooed into the mic, her musical voice oddly soothing. “So suspenseful, wondering if the pretty clown will drop, watching to see if she’ll drop, don’t think about her dropping…”

Lauren knew the act like she knew the words to her favorite song, the routine imprinted in brain and body. She made another graceful turn on the wire, twirling the umbrella to keep the spiral facing audience. They were certainly fascinated with her silly little prop.

“All eyes on Lovely Lauren now, folks!’ Titzy sang as Lauren reached the midpoint of the wire. “Ready to see the big finale! Ready to see the drop, watching her bounce, trying not to drop, watching her close, don’t want her to drop, but watching as she…FLOPS!”

On cue, Lauren whipped the umbrella over her head, revealing her two glorious, full breasts that had flopped out of her silly clown dress as she bounced on the tight wire, each painted with iridescent spirals that shimmered and caught the stage lights, reflecting them into the eyes of the audience below. Lauren smiled as she felt the cool air tickle her exposed nipples. She expertly bounced her weight on the thin cord, perfectly balanced, her marvelous breasts bouncing up and down like two large, perky cantaloupes.

“Flopping and dropping! Bouncing and sparkling! Give Lauren a big hand everyone! I do mean two hands, folks, in case one of them is…erhm…occupied…” Titzy announced with a flourish.

The crowd cheered and laughed like they had seen the most extraordinary feat of acrobatics on earth, their eyes transfixed by Lauren’s bouncing boobs.

Lauren continued to smile and bounce, her mind floating away on a sea of applause even while her body stayed completely balanced on the wire. She glanced down and blankly noticed her friend, Val, making her way through the audience with a few of Titzy’s other clowns. They passed completely unnoticed through the distracted crowd, fanning out and homing in on different people who seemed particularly enthralled by Lauren’s performance. Leaning close, they whispered into the ears of the dazzled audience members before gently brushing their hands over their faces and leading them down the bleachers to the backstage dressing room.

Nobody in the audience seemed to notice the clowns rounding up their ‘volunteers’, not even the handsomely dressed boy whose buxom girlfriend was following Val into the dressing room, a glassy look in her eye. The boy was far too fascinated by Lauren’s bouncy knockers and the flashy spirals to object.

“You all love the show so much…” Titzy droned on. “So excited to see all the acts. Knowing you’ll want to bring someone special tomorrow…and the day after that…and the day after that!”

Even as the laughter from the crowd reached her, Lauren let her attention pivot to a late-comer entering the circus tent. A statuesque redhead wearing a broad-rimmed hat and glamor shades shuffled into a seat in the back of the bleachers. She glanced around but didn’t seem to enjoy the show as much as the rest of the crowd. Lauren noticed her adjusting something under her button-up blouse.

Lauren cut her focus back to the wire, remembering how important it was to bounce, flop and not drop. She would tell Miss Titzy about it later. She always told Miss Titzy when there was something suspicious happening in the crowd. She always told Miss Titzy everything.

Kimberly Marshall glanced over her shades, hoping that she hadn’t attracted too much attention for coming in late. So far, nobody in the audience seemed to even notice her. They were too preoccupied with the topless clown bouncing on top of the high wire rig, her massive chest shaking with every movement. Kim glanced around, making sure none of the show employees were watching and then turned on the hidden camera she had stashed down her shirt.

This wasn’t how the reporter typically got her stories. She was used to scheduling interviews and delving into piles of research to smoke out whatever seedy deals local politicians and business-owners were up to. She wouldn’t have even considered the weird, adult-only circus as a news story except for the strange tip she had received.

Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a simple business card with a cryptic message scrawled on the back.

“If you want a real headline, get a recording of Miss Titzy’s circus. Careful you’re not seen!!”

On the other side of the card was a strange, black and white spiral. That was it. No name, no number, no social media tag. What kind of business card was this anyway? Kim had heard from a few of her friends how amazing the new circus performance was. More than one of them had very enthusiastically tried to get her to come along to one of the matinees.

She had refused. She was looking for a scandal, not a fluff piece on some kitschy circus show. But the more she talked to her friends, the more she discovered that many were already loyal fans of Titzy’s Circus. Some of them had already bought passes for the entire season. What kind of person went to see the same lewd clown show every weekend?

That’s when she decided to take the mysterious tip seriously and got herself a ticket, intent on taping the show for evidence.

And whatever she had stumbled into, it was wild!

The topless high-wire walker descended to raucous cheers from the audience. She wore a dazed, happy expression through her bright makeup, her large tits sparkling with body paint.

“I can see you’re all feeling so appreciative as you enjoy the show!” The ringleader’s voice boomed as she picked up a large bull horn. She switched the speaker to a shrieking siren, a car alarm, a squawking chicken…

“Stupid thing does this all the time!” she muttered.

She finally switched the sound to a clanging set of bells, her face lighting up with mischievous delight.

“There we go! Now calling our next act for your appreciation. Starring the lovely lady volunteers from last night’s show, the amazing stackable hucows!!”

Kim nearly jumped out of her seat as four curvy women, practically naked except for a skimpy, cow-print thong, complete with a prosthetic tail, crawled onto the stage. A brightly painted rodeo clown with long, purple hair adorned with a cowboy hat rode on the back of the largest woman, her mount supporting her on strong, meaty thighs. The cowgirl yipped and swung a lasso lazily above her head.

“Whoa there lil’ Bessies!” The clown cowgirl commanded. “Time to show off for the nice people!”

Kim watched the lewd act, double checking to see that her camera was still running, as the hucows mindlessly climbed on top of each other, supporting their weight like curvy acrobats. At one point the four busty women stacked themselves on top each other on all fours as the cowgirl clown milked their full tits, her hands juggling between eight loaded udders. The hucows just stared ahead blankly and mooed softly, not an ounce of discomfort in their blissful smiles.

“That’s one way collect milk for market!” the cowgirl quipped to the laughter of the audience. Kim stared in shock. She was beginning to get a little scared by such casual debauchery and had half a mind to leave early.

She already had more than enough footage.

But something about the lights and the four pairs of swinging tits was making Kim feel so overwhelmed, so exhausted…too exhausted to look away from the jiggling udders. The cowgirl was groping and squeezing them in such a random pattern. Each breast danced to its own fascinating beat, confusing Kim even more. Her panic began to fade, the urgency of leaving forgotten as she continued to watch the spectacle.

She was so distracted by the hucows’ tits, that she never noticed a busty clown go up and talk to Miss Titzy. When the ring leader made her way up the aisle, Kim was too amazed by the show to react. She was too blinded by the bright, sparkly lights dancing off the pretty, swinging titties to stop Miss Ttizy from sitting next to her and brushing her hand over Kim’s face.

“Sleep.”

Kim snorted herself awake, blearily aware that the circus tent was emptying out. Miss Titzy and a few of the other clowns were standing onstage, all in various stages of undress, waving and smiling at the departing audience.

“And that’s all for today’s show folks! But don’t worry! We’ll be here all week, every week, so just come back any time you feel the urge! And make sure to bring your friends!”

Kim sat up, mortified that she had dozed off during an investigation. She glanced down her shirt, relieved to see her phone’s camera lens where she left it with two hours of footage collected. She pulled her hat over her face and slunk out of the circus, weaving between the throngs of people still fawning over the show.

Kim rushed into her single bedroom apartment, barely having time to greet her cat as it butted its head against her leg, hungry for food and attention. She hastily scooped out a dish of Mr. Whiskers for the hungry animal and then shut herself in her room, immediately transferring the video she had captured to her computer.

At last, the file loaded and she sat back in her desk chair, ready to comb through the footage for anything suspicious. The first part was the same, crazy kink act involving the team of brainless, hucow acrobats. She listened to the distorted audio of Titzy’s patter and the gentle mooing from the cows getting milked. Her eyes drifted back to the rows of swinging tits wondering what kind of pervert would want to watch this.

Watching the large, bouncy, milky racks.

Swinging back and forth.

On the corner of the screen, she noticed Miss Titzy’s brightly colored figure walk over to her. 

When did that happen? And why didn’t Kim jump on the opportunity to question the enigmatic figure?

Miss Titzy wandered past her camera but her voice came over the audio crystal clear.

“Sleep.”

Kim blinked, feeling like a heavy tranquilizer had been injected into her brain, but she didn’t pass out. Rather she just continued to stare blankly at the screen, watching the pretty hucows crawl around on the stage. Titzy’s voice drifted from the speakers coming in a bit louder, as if she had positioned herself closer to the hidden microphone. Her words floated through Kim’s head, their meaning never quite sticking in her dazed mind.

“Watch the show…”

“The acts are so amazing…”

“hot wet needy touch yourself sexy wet keep touching…”

“Not worried about what you see and hear. Just having a fun time at the show… ”

Kim tried to pay attention to what the clown was whispering, but each time she said something, the words slipped through her mind like sand. Kim decided not to worry about it. She should pay attention to the fun, amazing acts instead.

Kim chewed on her lip, her thighs squeezing together as she watched the rest of the show. Acts danced over her screen and she stared at them in horrified fascination. Men were brought out and made to suck cock, people were hypnotized to believe they were all manners of barnyard animals, or mindless robots, or life-sized sex dolls. Several times, Miss Titzy pulled audience members on stage, strapping them onto full-sized spinning discs and turning them around and around while chanting something that Kim could barely understand. The final act involved Titzy distracting several volunteers with her swinging ass while her clown minions pelted them in the face with pies, causing each volunteer to orgasm.

Kim watched the two hours of footage in a daze, her hand sneaking down under her waistline before she pulled back as she realized how close she was to climaxing. It wasn’t until the last act or two that Kim noticed something weird.

All of the volunteers that Titzy and the other clowns pulled up never returned to their seats. She checked the last act, then the act before, eventually rewinding her way through the entire show, letting the show play out on her laptop yet again. Every act was the same! No matter who was chosen from the bleachers and toyed with was led backstage after the act and then never seen again! They didn’t protest. They were just herded away through the door with a large pink and blue spiral painted on it, their head lolling side to side with every step.

She carefully watched the audience at the end of the show. Nobody seemed to care that their friends, partners, family members perhaps, never came back. They just left with happy smiles on their faces.

What was going on? Were these people paid plants? Were they leaving through the back of the tent after the show? And why didn’t anyone else seem to care?

Kim had no idea what was going on but was determined to find out. After watching the show for a third time, she turned off the computer and reached for her phone. There was a number in her recents folder that had no name. She pressed call and waited for the ringtone on the other end.

“So, you ended up going to the show?” A dark voice said through the phone without any greeting. A strange whining buzz echoed in the background.

“Uh…yes. You were right. There’s definitely something strange happening there.” Kim answered.

“What did you find out?”

Kim frowned. She never gave information on her stories to anyone outside the newsroom. Not even anonymous tippers like this one. She furrowed her brow, trying to marshal her thoughts over the weird feedback noise.

“All…all of the volunteers never go back to their seats,” she mumbled. “They just get led backstage and never come back.”

“Hmmm…yes,” the voice said. “That would follow. I just wonder…” the rich, feminine voice trailed off. “So, what are you going to do now?”

Kim wondered briefly why this person needed to know. She shrugged.

“I guess I’ll head back tomorrow and try to sneak backstage. Get to the bottom of what’s going on. Maybe it’s some kind of blackmail scam to drum up better reviews or sell season passes. Whatever it is, I’m gonna blow that place wide open!”

For a moment, there was no sound from the phone except for the background noise that seemed to keep rising in pitch without end. Kim found it distracting, but she couldn’t say why.

“Yes. That’s a good idea,” the voice said at length. “You should do that, but try your best to avoid being seen, maybe have a good excuse for yourself if you’re caught. And have your hidden camera running.”

“Uhm…listen. I appreciate you tipping me off to this story, but I don’t need interlopers telling me how to do my job—”

The weird tone in the background got louder. Kim tried to remember what she was about to say.

“Instead of just running your camera,” the voice continued, as if Kim hadn’t spoken at all. “Why don’t you live stream the footage to this address. That way the footage will be safe in case they take away your phone.”

A long, non-descript URL flashed on Kim’s notifications.

“Well…yeah.” Kim nodded. “You’re right. That way the footage will be safe in case they take away my phone.”

That was a great idea! Kim was glad she thought of it.

“Very smart of you,” the voice chimed. “You should get some rest. Go to the clown show tomorrow. Don’t forget to live stream.”

“Yeah, okay. I—” Kim stretched as a monster yawn overtook her, the days exhaustion finally hitting her. “Uh…I’m gonna rest up and…I guess I’ll talk later…”

Kim was suddenly too tired to even care what she was talking about. The phone went silent and fell from her hand as she collapsed back on her bed, drifting into a deep, dark sleep.

“Let’s have a hand for Silly Tilly, ladies and gentlemen!” Titzy prompted the audience. Kim watched the female performer, dressed in nothing more than a g-string and clown make up, expertly juggling five balls while balanced on a stack of chairs, her naked tits wobbling with the slightest motion.

“You gotta admit, she really knows how to handle a set of balls!”

Kim was huddled in the same back bleacher seat as the day before, her camera again hidden down the front of her blouse. This time she kept her attention away from the dazzling lights of the stage and instead kept scanning the audience, trying to read their expressions. Most were completely enthralled with the topless juggler, the men for obvious reasons, but even the ladies were transfixed, gazing at the starlet with a child-like admiration.

“And let me tell you, folks. It can be hard to concentrate watching the balls go up and down...up and down...around and around..."

Kim glanced to her right at a statuesque blonde staring raptly at the stage, her eyes mirrors for the colorful stage lights. Kim bit her lip as she saw the woman slowly mouthing the words “up and down” along to Miss Titzy’s voice.

With a flourish, the ebony-skinned juggler leapt to the ground, catching her last ball between her cleavage. The crowd hooted and hollered as Tilly took a bow.

“We’ve got an amazing show for all you today, folks! Starting with our talented magician, Freya, Mistress of Mystery!”

Kim didn’t bother to watch the scantily clad magician twisting her way across the stage. All her attention was focused on the brightly painted clowns worming their way through the audience, gently guiding people up by the hands and luring them backstage. A tall clown with long, sinuous legs ending in four inch polka-dotted pumps climbed towards them. She gracefully sidled over to the blonde woman (an impressive task in itself considering het shoes)

The clown waved her fingers in front of the blonde, grinning smugly when she got no reaction from the dazed woman.

“You love the show, don’t you sweetie. How bout we take a little tour backstage?” Kim heard her whisper.

The blonde woman smiled from ear to ear following the twirling stage lights with her eyes.

“Yeah…love the show…take a tour backstage…” she mumbled.

“Good…follow me, baby…” The clown softly took the woman’s hand and led her down the bleachers. Kim followed in the clown’s wake, trying to look as docile as the ‘volunteers”. None of the other clowns seemed to notice her. She just marched along with the dozen audience members as the clowns corralled them through the backstage door with the blue and pink spiral.

This was it. She quickly turned on her camera and opened the live stream channel she had set up. She forgot where she had even found the secured link.

As Kim stepped through the door, the lights shifted. For a second, Kim would have thought she had stumbled into a dance club, decked out with strobing lights and flashing spiral patterns projected on the walls. She froze, momentarily over stimulated, and then darted into a corner.

The scene before her was more incredulous than she could have ever imagined. Brightly colored clowns decked out in kinky perversions of circus costumes paraded around, some of them tending dazed audience members seated at their own dressing booths. Mirrors lined with lights that pulsed and shifted colors consumed the audience member’s vision as the clowns circled around them, caressing them and slipping their clothes off for them.

Kim tried to keep her eyes away from the mesmerizing lights, instead watching the faces of the volunteers in the mirror slowly changing from blank and confused to drunkenly happy as the clowns whispered into their ears. The makeup artist, a tall willowy clown with straight purple hair, came to each and deftly spread a white base of makeup accentuated with neon colors over their eyes and lips. She topped off each volunteer with a shiny red nose, gleaming from their faces like a cherry.

The volunteers crossed their eyes at their new bulbous nose, not a single care or thought in their heads.

Kim crept around the dressing room tables, and peered at a group of men and women seated on a casting couch placed in front of a clown with ribbons of blonde hair and a pair of humongous breasts painted with glittering spirals. The clown was rocking up and down on her heels making her tits shake and wobble like two gargantuan jello molds.

“Bouncy brains! Down the drain! Bouncy tits! Thoughts don’t fit! You were never here! Memories just disappear!”

With an effort, Kim pulled her eyes off the clown’s chest and noticed that the people on the couch were all ‘volunteers’ in yesterday’s show. Each of them was practically drooling at the busty clown’s shimmying breasts, their hands languorously at work between their legs.

“No memories of being on stage!” The clown hefted up her rack for the captivated audience. “Just wonderful feelings of pleasure. You will bring all your friends to the circus…You want to bring all your friends to see Miss Titzy’s show…”

“Yessss…bring our friends…need to see Titzy’s show…” the enthralled group replied together.

Kim couldn’t believe it. This wasn’t just a scandal, this was a full fledged circus cult brainwashing ring. She could take this footage to the FBI and lock Titzy away along with the rest of her psycho cadre of clowns. Glancing around, Kim risked pulling out her phone to check the status of the live stream.

Her face went white as she read the words “connection error” on the phone’s wifi signal.

Dammit! The backstage must’ve been equipped with a faraday shield, blocking cell service in or out. Well, at least her phone was saving locally.

“Hi, sweetie! Are you lost?”

Kim jumped, hearing a voice from behind her. She whipped around and came face-to-nose with the same clown who was on the high wire when she came in the day before. What was her name? Lauren?

“Oh! Uh…I was just…looking for the bathroom and…y’know what? I’ll just show myself out!” Kim made to rush past the clown, but didn’t see the girl’s oversized shoe until she tripped over it. She stumbled and awkwardly crashed into a nearby wardrobe, her arms tangling in brightly colored shirts, jackets, and ridiculously large pants.

“Oh dear! Are you alright?” asked Lauren sweetly. She offered her hand to Kim who took it before she could recover. She smiled nervously. Maybe if she just played it cool she could still get out of there.

“Uh, yes! Aha ha! Clumsy me! I hope I didn’t mess up your…uhm…your costumes.”

“No! No, they’re fine! They’ve seen worse. I just want to know that you don’t have a concussion or something.”

“No, really. I’m fine!” Kim told the clown, trying to think of a way out. “I just need some fresh air.”

“Please, just relax,” Lauren said, staring into Kim’s eyes over her gleaming red nose. “You don’t want to do anything rash. Let us take care of you. Just relax…”

Kim was anything but relaxed. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she knew she was one misstep from winding up with a clown nose of her own. But Lauren’s blue eyes held her like a snake, her rising panic keeping her frozen in place. Intimidated, she naturally followed Lauren’s smooth, easy breaths.

“There! Much better now, isn’t it?” Lauren cooed. Kim blinked, not sure how to respond.

“Uhm…yep! Well, I’ll just be off and—”

“You know the best part of these funny costumes?” Lauren took a step forward, pinning the other girl against the wardrobe. The clown leaned forward, her generous bust straining against the red and white stripes of her stretchy top. Two large, sunny flowers sat on top of where her nipples would be.

“It’s all these silly accessories!” Lauren said, cheerily. “Like these funny flowers here!” She waggled her chest. “Aren’t they fun to look at? Don’t they make you feel so happy and silly?”

“Uh…uhm…” Kim wasn’t feeling happy and silly as much as she was feeling terrified, but she found herself gazing at the orange and yellow flowers. Something about them just felt…pleasant.

“Of course, you need to be careful looking at clown’s flower! It could be a trick. You never know when you’ll get sprayed with water, or get a boxing glove in the face, or even get stunned with a big, bright…”

FLASH!

A blinding white flash of light smacked into Kim’s eyes. Her brain whirred like a camera as she tried to refocus.

“Yep, maybe you get a big flash in the face!” Lauren said with an excited grin. “Does that make you confused? Better not look at my other flower.” She stuck out the other side of her rack. “You don’t want to get another big…”

FLASH!

Kim blinked as the room spun. She was suddenly so dizzy.

“Oopsie! There I go again! Flash, Flash, FLASH!!” Lauren shimmied her chest, the flowers pinned to her shirt bursting with white light, making Kim’s pupils constrict, her brain glitching. She wanted to look away, but her willpower was stunted by those glaring flashes.

“Uh-huh! Flash, flash, flash, flash…aaannnddd FLASH!!”

Lauren stretched down her shirt letting two glorious, perky breasts bounce out. Something clicked in Kim’s brain and she felt her mind pop like a pink balloon.

The world tipped as Lauren yanked her close, letting her face crash into the pillowy cushion of the clown’s amazing tits. Lauren held her close, stroking her hair as she whispered into her ear.

“Shhh…falling so deep…feels good to listen to me…so safe and nice in my boobs…nice, big, bouncy boobs…thoughts flashing away…no more thoughts…just boobs…nice, happy, silly clown boobs…just relaaaaxxx…brains filling with boobs…”

Lauren gently rocked back and forth, swaying Kim’s head, half buried in her warm cleavage. Kim was a blank slate, the incredible sight of Lauren’s full tits popping out of her shirt the only image in her mind.

Lauren walked backward, holding Kim’s head in her full bosom. Kim didn’t mind. She had no mind. Just happy, bouncy tits making her so dumb and compliant for this silly, sexy clown. She just followed along, her face smothered by Lauren’s comfy, sleepy pillows, until she felt the clown turn and push her backward. She landed in a lightly cushioned chair, giggling softly to herself.

A small part of Kim watched with quiet concern as Lauren tightened leather straps around Kim’s wrists and ankles, securing her to the chair. After the last strapped was buckled Kim blinked and shook her head.

“H-hey…wha-what? No…I…wait!” she protested meekly, struggling to speak.

Lauren smiled sweetly at her and reached her hand into the bound woman’s dress, her fingers wrapping around her phone.

“Uh-oh! Naughty, naughty!” The clown girl chided. “Recording our sexy show without permission? Didn’t you read the rules?”

Lauren tried to unlock the phone but was thwarted by the pin code.

“Wanna tell me how you unlock this thing, dearie?”

Kim just stared back defiantly, pressing her lips firmly together. Lauren just smirked.

“No? Well, that’s okay. I’ll change your mind for you.”

With that, Lauren wheeled out a small stand, positioning it directly in front of Kim and then lifted a strange, triangular box. Kim thought was some kind of metronome except the arm was fixed with a flashy bauble with a cheap holographic purple and pink spiral. Lauren pulled the arm back and then let it go.

Tok…tok…tok…tok…

The arm weaved back and forth, the motion changing the image on the bauble slightly to create the illusion of an ever-spinning spiral. Kim tried to turn away but Lauren grabbed her chin, holding her to face the ticking metronome. The incessant tick-tocking had a way of stifling Kim’s resistance. Lauren barely had to hold her head at all to keep her watching the swinging, shimmering spiral.

“That’s good, sweetheart. So easy to watch the pretty spiral, letting it move your eyes back and forth…back and forth…”

Tok…tok…tok…tok…

Kim had to admit the rhythm was strangely soothing. She found herself beginning to zone out as the spiral kept her eyes following the slow, garaceful swings of the arm.

“Feel like giving me your phone’s passcode now, honey?” Lauren asked, almost comically.

Kim’s brow furrowed. There was no way the clown could think she’d crack that easily.

“No? Ok. Hey! Do you want to play a little game? I want you to think of your passcode for me. Just think about it. You don’t have to tell me. The funny thing is, even if you try not to think about it, you’re going wind up thinking about it anyway! So just don’t try not to not think about your passcode. Are you not thinking about it yet?”

Kim exhaled forcefully. She knew what this busty clown slut was doing. Worse yet, she knew it was working. How could she actively NOT think of something.

“Just think of the numbers. Maybe the first number. And when I start counting, just try not to worry if I say the number. Okay? You don’t have to worry about anything! But try not to do anything like blink or something when I say the first number.”

Kim could feel her eyes tiring from following along with the metronome. She couldn’t let this clown girl win.

“So just think of the first number. Is iiiiitt…1?...2?....3?....4?”

Before she could stop herself, Kim eyes shut and opened. Lauren cooed and patted her on the head.

“4? Great! See how easy that was. Now why don’t you think about the second number…”

Within five minutes, Lauren had teased out Kim’s passcode without her uttering a word. The clown gleefully punched in the code, 4725, and scrolled through every sensitive picture and file hidden away in Kim’s cache of data.

Kim didn’t even look. Her eyes were glued to the spinning spiral that weaved back and forth, her mind trapped in a haze.

“Oh, my! You have quite the collection, baby. What were you planning to do with this? Are you a bootlegger?”

Kim’s eyes followed the bauble back and forth….back and forth…the question barely making a ripple in the placid pool of her mind.

“And investigative reporter?”

Kim blinked, her face still completely blank.

“Ah! Well, that explains it then. Won’t Miss Titzy be so proud of me when she finds out I caught you!”

If Kim could tear her eyes away from the ticking metronome, she would have seen a faraway gleam fill Lauren’s eyes as her hand drifted to her heavy breast, her fingers tweaking her nipples as she smiled into the air. Instead, Kim just let her eyes continue along with the steady tok, tok, tok of the metronome, her thoughts sliding into oblivion.

Kim was so distracted by the dancing spiral, she hardly noticed Lauren slip a pair of cushiony headphones over her ears, nor did she register the head of a hibachi wand gently touching the top of her slit as Lauren clipped it to the front of her chair. Suddenly, her head was filled with a strong, assertive female voice speaking in time with the rhythm of the metronome.

“You love the circus. You work for Miss Titzy. You obey and serve. You will never question. You love the circus.”

At first, Kim tried to shake the headphones loose, but Lauren’s hands kept her from struggling. She kept watching the spiraling metronome, the words so compelling, in sync with the steady tok, tok, tok.

Back and forth…tok, tok, tok…listening to the words…

The mantras battered away at her defenses. She tried to remember why she was there, her best friends from high school, her obnoxious cat. Anything at all to help her hold her mind together against the maddeningly compelling rhythm of the swinging bauble.

“You love the circus…

You work for Miss Titzy…

You obey and serve, never question…

Say it, because it’s true..”

Kim could feel the words bubbling in her head, dancing on the tip of her tongue, begging to be let out. A pair of soft hands slid over her shoulders and pulled her back, sandwiching her head between two warm, sleepy tits.

“Just let it happen,” Lauren’s voice drifted through the headphones. “It feels so good to give in…”

“I…I…I…love…the circus…” The words tumbled from Kim’s lips. Immediately, the hibachi wand sprung to life, sending a jolt of pleasure through the woman’s sex.

“That’s right…Keep going,” Lauren encouraged her.

“I…I work form Miss Titzy…”

Another buzz, another jolt of pleasure.

“I serve and obey…no questions…”

BUZZ! A smile grew on Kim’s face.

“When I say it…it becomes true…I love the circus…”

The words flowed from Kim’s very being, the vibrating wand between her legs thrumming slow and steady. The pretty metronome rocked her brain back and forth as Lauren smooshed her wonderful boobs around her head. Kim was awash in bliss.

“I work for Miss Titzy! I serve and obey! I never question! I say it and it’s true! I love the circus! I work for Miss Titzy!”

The pleasure from the wand seeped up her body and into her brain, melting it like cotton candy. Kim’s old thoughts fizzled away as Lauren strutted around to her front, a shiny makeup kit in her hand. Without blocking her view of the metronome, she began to lay a foundation of white makeup on Kim’s face. Kim only chanted how much she loved the circus and working for Miss Titzy. Lauren smiled, a strange sense of nostalgia washing over her. She could feel the heat rising from Kim’s face. She knew the nosey girl was getting very close.

“Good job, Kimmy! Almost ready to run away and join the circus with Miss Titzy and me! Just one last thing..”

Lauren slapped on an oversized nose to the front of Kim’s face and held up a mirror.

“Ready to see the new you, Kim? Ready for your silly mind to pop like a big balloon? Here it is in 3…2…and 1!”

Lauren held up the mirror and Kim gawked at the completely transformed version of her face, layered thick with white make up, flashy eyeshadow, and two giant ruby lips. Lauren giggled and held up a bicycle horn.

“HONKA HONKA HONKA!!”

A rolling orgasm shot through Kim’s body, her brain electrified by the stunning transformation. She was a silly, horny, brainless clown and she absolutely loved it!

Lauren honked her horn a few more times as Kim thrashed against the constraints of her chair. At last, she caught her breath, her eyes swirling in different directions, completely zonked out of her mind.

Lauren giggled and deftly undid the leather straps. Kimmy nearly tumbled out of her chair.

“Who are you, silly girl?” asked Lauren.

“I’m…Kimmy the clown! Duh!” Kimmy said, practically drooling on Lauren’s shoulder.

“And who do you work for?”

“Miss…Miss Titzy!” Kimmy grinned from ear to ear.

“That’s right!” Lauren gently stroked the befuddled woman’s hair, letting her descend into the deepest, most receptive sleep she had ever known.

The review came out the next day in the local paper.

MISS TITZY’S CIRCUS A MUST-SEE THRILL FEST

I’ll admit, I had my doubts when my girlfriends insisted I see the adult circus show at the Southerland Mall parking lot. But after hearing so many gushing reviews, I had to go see what all the hype was about.

Well, slap a rainbow wig on me and call me Bozo, because I am now a full-time passenger on this wild clown car ride! The show boasts acts that no other circus would dream of. I never thought I would be so entertained and utterly (or should I say udderly) satisfied with the performers. There were belly laughs, nail-biters, and heart-throbbing, climaxes that leave the audience dazzled! Miss Titzy is positively mesmerizing as the Ring Mistress of these amazing clowns.

If you have any plans with your significant other this weekend, cancel them! Instead, I urge you to blow all your time and money supporting this incredible show! In fact, I’m putting my money where my mouth is and, effective as of this publication, will be quitting my job as a journalist, and joining the ranks of Titzy’s cast of merry-making clowns! Sure, my editor had his reservations about it, but after a special performance from Titzy’s herself, he quickly changed his tune.

Thank you to all my dear readers for your years of support, and I hope to see you buying tickets to Titzy’s upcoming shows every weeknight and weekday matinees!

HONK HONK! So long!

Kim Marshall, aka Kimmy the Clown!

At a streetside café table, a woman with straight black hair, sunglasses, and a black sweater over her ample chest crumpled up the newspaper and tossed it in the nearby garbage can. A young waitress came over to her with her check.

“Here you go, miss! That’ll be $10.57 for the latte and croissant.”

The austere woman glanced up at the waitress and then held out her manicured finger, waving it in front of the waitress’ freckled face.

“I think you’re mistaken, my dear. I already paid my bill. Don’t you remember?”

The waitress furrowed her brow as she followed the long, elegant finger.

“Uh…I…I think so?”

“Yes…I did…and the more you think about it, the more you realize you really need to go jill off in the break room.”

The waitress’s cheeks flushed as she pressed her thighs together.

“Oh. Right. Sorry for the mix-up, ma’am…uh…have a good day!”

The ginger waitress let the check fall to the ground and scurried back into the café. Meanwhile, the dark-haired patron scowled as she scrolled through her phone, deleting her contact info and message history for Kim Marshall. She half expected that tipping off the journalist would ultimately amount to nothing, but she hadn’t expected it to backfire so spectacularly and gain her rival, that circus slut Titzy, a glowing promotion from the local paper.

“Oh, well,” Marci du Beauseins muttered through a wry smile. “How does the idiom go? If you want something done right, better do it yourself.”