Fixx

Blue/Red

by Spookyboogy

Tags: #bimbofication #clown #corruption #CW:dubious_consent #latex #masturbation #transformation #anal #bimbo #body_modification #club #dancing #degothification #genital_transformation #identity_death #pills #pov:bottom

(Content Warnings: Body transformation, possible dub-con, clowns)

Reed has a problem: his partner, Vik, can't stop taking sex TOO seriously. If only there was a way to Fixx that.

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“So, you’ve been having… difficulties with Vik in the bedroom, you said?” A pen clicked, preparing to jot notes down on a small pad.

Reed let out a long, drawn out sigh, somehow sinking even further into the very comfortable couch taking up the centre of his therapist’s visiting room. He took his time constructing the answer, his soft features dropping into a melancholy frown. “I guess that’s a word I could use. It’s… I really love them, they’re fantastic, and funny, and most of the time we get on great, but when it comes to sex, they’re just so…” A sound of frustration burst out of Reed’s throat as he finally reached the core of his problem, “They’re just so serious! As soon as the clothes come off, it’s like they’re on a mission to just, get things over with, and I just wish they’d lighten up a little!

His therapist’s pen scratched away as he spoke, stopping only for a moment as they looked up, a curious look coming over their face. “So, just so we’re clear, they do sexually satisfy you, but…?”

“But they do it in such a dull way! There’s no spark to it, they’re just obsessed with some ideal of ‘getting it over with’, and I can hardly complain because, yeah, I get off most of the time, and I’d feel bad about trying to shut them down.” Reed crossed his arms and drew his slender legs up, almost pouting. “I just wish I had a way to get them to, y’know, laugh a little, take the whole thing a little less seriously.”

The pad was fully set aside now, closed with the pen over the cover. His therapist leant forward, clasping their hands together, that same strange expression now focused entirely on Reed, like a spotlight he could only awkwardly squirm under. “Have you tried talking to them about this problem already?”

A faint nod, “Of course! And it improves for a few nights, but then they just get back into their pattern.”

“Have you ever thought about trying to ‘spice things up?’ Experiment with kink?”

Reed was fully blushing by then, unable to meet the unusually piercing gaze of their therapist. “We’ve tried, yeah, but the same thing happens, they just commit to it and it becomes an exercise in ‘how good can they do the kink’”

Something twigged in the expression boring into his soul, and a smile broke out on his therapist’s face. “Actually, I think I have the perfect thing for you then. I’m technically not permitted to prescribe anything, but I happen to have a source for a… supplement that I can affirm really does help with problems like these!”

At that, despite his reservations at the strange tone in his therapist’s voice, Reed perked up. “I mean, we’ve tried a few pills and such, it’s not really a problem with our, uh, endurance or anything.”

The concern was waved away with a flippant motion, as his therapist pulled a translucent brown bottle out of their desk, placing it on the table. Marked on the side, in dark blue lettering, was a single word: Fixx. “It’s a bit of a different mechanism, but I assure you, it’ll help. Get Vik to take the pill, and I guarantee you’ll have a much more fun time.”

Reed stood up, filled with a strange conviction, and grabbed the bottle. “Alright! Thanks for the help, Olive, if this really works you’re a lifesaver.”

“Not a problem! If you want more, just give me a call.” Olive’s smile followed Reed out of the room, a skip in his step. He wasn’t quite sure why he was suddenly so convinced of this “Fixx” thing’s success, but he wasn’t complaining either. Now all he had to do was convince Vik to try it as well. That ought to not be too difficult, right?

“Absolutely fucking not!”

“Oh come on Vik, it’s from my therapist, they know what they’re doing!”

“So why aren’t you taking it, huh? Why do I have to take the weird spotty pill?”

The two were sitting opposite each other on their bed, the lights dimmed, both of their clothes almost entirely off. Reed had fended off Vik’s attempts to push him over and get started on their usual mechanically exceptional efforts to bring him to orgasm in the most efficient way, and presented the Fixx bottle, explaining that it was supposed to be a supplement to help things. Before Vik could protest, he’d popped the cap and spilled the pill out onto their palm – only for them both to see its gray coloration suddenly erupt in a cacophony of red and blue polka dots, baffling them both and causing Vik’s outburst.

“Well, Olive just said it had to be you, I don’t know why but I trust them!” Reed watched as Vik passed the pill back and forth between their hands, a frown on their face as they flexed and squeezed their fist, as if even touching the spotty capsule was causing some sort of strange feeling.

“Is this really that big a deal for you? Am I that… bad at getting you off?” They sniffed a little, as if holding back a sob.

Reed immediately shuffled forward, wrapping his arms around the broad, soft shoulders of his partner. “No, no, that’s not it at all, sweetheart. If anything, you’re too good at it. I just, maybe, want to have a bit more silliness, is all. If it doesn’t work, or it doesn’t do anything, I’ll drop it and we won't talk about it again, okay?”

“... Oh, fuck it, fine.” Vik pulled away from Reed’s embrace long enough to slam the pill back into their mouth, swallowing it down and plastering a very obviously fake grin onto their lips. “Alright. What no– Uff!”

They were cut off by the sudden rush of Reed bowling them over, his lips finding theirs, both of their bodies quickly wrapping around each other as his hands pulled her ass towards him, their cunts quickly pressing against each others’ thighs as they sank into each other. Reed rolled over to lie on top of his partner, breaking the kiss to look down at them. “Thank you for trying, Vik.”

“Oh, shut up and keep kissing me, dummy!” They quickly pulled him down, grinning into their lips, Reed shivering as he felt their fingers tracing out the wiry muscles running down his back, pressing down with his hips in just the right way to press on both their clits, drawing long, low, husky moans out of each of their throats–

Then Vik laughed.

It was a stifled, choked laugh, like it had burst from their mouth before they knew it was there, and a blush immediately spread over their cheeks as they buried their face in Reed’s shoulder. Their hips didn’t stop pressing back; their body, if anything, writhed even harder against their partner’s, the prominent nipples on their flat chest rubbing across Reed’s sensitive skin, but he could feel their shoulders shaking with some sort of intense emotion. He stopped his grinding, pulling again a little bit to look down at Vik, concern on his face. “You okay? You look a little… pale?” Sure enough, Vik’s normally tanned skin was starting to look a little different, although Reed couldn’t put his finger on exactly how it was different.

As he looked, the blush on Vik’s face seemed to intensify, and their expression continued to twist and contort, as if they were trying to intensely suppress some sort of outburst. Their skin continued to change, an odd texture spreading across it, but all the while they continued to grind their hips on Reed’s thigh, and it was hard for him to feel concern when his own cunt was leaking out onto his partner’s leg. Still, concern won out as Reed pulled away a little, kneeling over his partner. “Vik? What’s up?”

At that, the floodgates broke. A raucous, guffawing laugh erupted out of focused, serious Vik, so intense they doubled over, gulping down air in whatever gaps they could find between bouts of hilarity, their eyes screwed closed. Reed watched on in shock, completely unable to comprehend the sights, shuffling backwards while the bizarre changes to their partner continued to accelerate. That faint lightening of their skin revealed itself instead to be what he could only describe as paint, appearing spontaneously all across Vik’s body, starting from their head and spreading downwards across their body.

The laughs subsided as the bizarre paint finally reached their feet, covering everything completely, but Vik had curled up, fully bent in half, hiding their face from Reed while strange shakes continued to wrack their body. Intellectually, he was screaming at himself that something horribly wrong had happened, but a strange feeling overrode that fear and forced him to wait, kneeling still, half-straddling Vik’s white-painted thigh. Slowly, without conscious direction, he reached out to run a hand through his partner’s scruffy brown hair, asking again, “Hey, Vik? Are you… alright?”

Instantly, Vik’s head snapped up to look at Reed’s, and what he saw was barely recognisable. A wide grin stretched across their face, lips sketched out with bright red lipstick – the kind of makeup they’d die before wearing – while their cheeks had been marked with red circles, like some sort of cartoon parody of a blush. Not even that, nor the heavy eyeshadow that had appeared out of nowhere, was the most bizarre feature, though. That went to the sudden appearance of a big, red ball that had taken the place of their nose. Reed couldn’t think about it any other way: their partner had, somehow, turned into a clown.

A shiver visibly shook Vik’s body from head to toe, and Reed’s eyes suddenly glazed over for an instant. As they refocused, he realised that his previously naked partner had suddenly acquired an outfit, some sort of perverted parody of a clown getup: a pair of loose, frilly bloomers, a crop top that barely reached below their nipples, and a pair of oversized white gloves. All of it was decorated with the same red and blue polka dots that had been on the pill, a pattern scattered all over his newly clownified partner. Reed was shocked, speechless, and distantly horrified, but as he started to shuffle away, those big white gloves suddenly wrapped around his waist and he was pulled in, toppling over to leave Vik on top of him, that wide grin beaming down at him.

“Awwww, don’t go anywhere! We’re just gettin’ started, hunnibun!” The voice coming out of Vik’s mouth was almost totally unfamiliar, a lilting, light, airy voice from someone who normally never broke from a neutral, serious tone – especially during sex. Reed, suddenly and unexpectedly, found himself squirming at a bizarre throbbing from his cunt.

“V-Vik? Are you… are you alright?” He couldn’t keep a tremor from his own voice, his eyes flicking over his bizarrely transformed partner.

Another guffaw burst out, appearing like a full-body experience, every laugh accompanied by a shake from top-to-bottom. “Alright? Hun, I’ve never been better!” They made an exaggerated squint, which looked ridiculous on their bizarrely heavily made-up face, and peered down at Reed. “Why the long face? Ain’t’cha havin’ fun?”

Before he had a chance to reply, they had pushed their own face down close to his, their grin somehow widening. “I got just the thing, don’t’cha worry! See?” They rolled to one side a little, their cheek pressing against his chest, and with an elaborate gesture brought one gloved hand up to pinch that oversized red ball in place of their nose. They looked up at Reed, grinning, as if to say ‘watch this’, then pinched the ball.

HONK

Vik, every movement exaggerated, pressed their palm against their mouth in mock shock, drawing an excessive gasp. “Oops!”

It all became too much for that distant sense of horror inside Reed to take. His shell cracked, then crumbled, and suddenly he was giggling and smiling and wrapping Vik up in a tight hug, smothering that white-painted face in smooches, faint honks coming from their nose whenever it was caught between their faces. Their bodies pressed together, white paint smearing on Reed’s skin yet leaving no gaps in Vik’s covering, the two rolling over each other in shared hunger for contact.

Suddenly, Vik drew back, straddling Reed once again. “I got somethin’ to show ya’, hun~! Here, pull this…” Screwing their face up in overexagerrated concentration, they shoved one gloved hand down the front of their polka-dotted bloomers, making sharp, intense motions as they fiddled around with something between their legs. Reed’s anticipation grew and grew, until suddenly they emerged with a length of white string, placing it in Reed’s hands. “Okay, now, slooooowly, pull!”

Reed did just that, slowly and steadily tugging on the string. He felt a bit of resistance at first, until with a sudden pop the string slipped a ways. His eyes widened first as Vik started writhing, grinding and squirming on top of him, and then again even further as the first of the objects attached to the string passed over the top of his partner’s bloomers. On the string were brightly coloured balloons, blown up in the shape of flags, so that as he kept pulling and the pops kept coming, it seemed that he was pulling an improbably long length of inflatable bunting directly out of his partner's cunt. Vik kept moaning, squirming, gasping, whimpering “Keeeeep goingggg” under their breath. Reed’s arousal was skyrocketing, and yet he couldn’t stop giggling at the absurd situation, which only set off a set of Vik’s own giggles, and yet that string kept going, a pile of balloon flags steadily building up.

With one final, resounding POP, the last flag pulled free, revealing that a deflated balloon had been attached to the very end of the string. Vik quickly pulled that off, and started blowing it up, revealing it to be a long, thin tube of blue latex. They tied off the end when it reached full inflation, and then hopped off the bed, turning away from Reed to hide whatever they were doing. The sounds of rubber squeaking and creaking erupted from their hands, overdramatic movements revealing they were fashioning the balloon into something, until they suddenly turned around with a flourish.

Strapped around their hips, and presented sticking out between their legs, was what Reed could only describe as a balloon strapon, carefully tied and folded to make a bizarrely sturdy-looking harness, with a prominent tube ready to be used. “Well? Whaddya think?”

Reed, fully immersed in this new version of Vik, naked body covered in smears of white grease paint and practically drooling from his cunt, could have only one response. He spread his legs, cocked an eyebrow, and put on as sultry a voice as he could. “I think you better put that thing to use, stud.”

The cacophony of their shared giggles lasted a few minutes, until they were replaced with the squeak of rubber and a pair of voices joined in ecstatic, exultant moans, occasionally joined with a loud HONK. By the time morning came, finding white grease paint thoroughly smeared across two entangled bodies, breathless, exhausted, and satisfied, it was quite clear that both had had a satisfying night.

Later that day, far away across the city, a phone buzzed on a sterile white desk. A delicate hand, covered in a white latex glove, reached down to check it.

Patient #041 – Reed

Olive!!! You were right, that Fixx stuff was absolutely perfect <3 Where can I get more?

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