Bedlam Under a Big Top 

Part 1: Vikki Meets Titsy

Vikki sat in the back of the small theater at the fairground and watched the magic show with a detective’s eyes.  The fairground had been abandoned for a long time, ever since the old owner was caught… by Vikki and her three friends no less… trying to commit insurance fraud via faking a haunting. The town of Townsdale was veritably plagued, plagued by phony supernatural occurrences… ones constantly being exposed by Vikki and her friends… because a long time ago there were strange and unexplained doings in the seaside town.

Now, The Glitzi Glamour Carnival and Circus had moved into the old fairgrounds over the summer, and now that fall quarter had started up again at the university, it was clear that plenty of the students who’d taken jobs at the Circus were either missing, or not coming back to finish their degrees.

It had taken a lot of badgering for Vikki to make any progress with Frank, with Daisy and Shane doing what they always did, wait for either Vikki or Frank’s lead… especially because they were all seniors, close to graduating into the world, and fully into a adulthood… or grad school in Vikki’s case… so everyone was feeling the weight of that, and the return of the full time student workload… but she’d finally convinced them to snoop around.

Vikki had gone to the theater to watch the “Magic Show” while Shane, by himself as always, was wandering around… Vikki was pretty sure he was trying to see some things behind the curtain because there were an inordinate amount of attractive women that worked there…  and Frank and Daisy were inspecting the rides. 

Vikki was wearing her trademark, black, thick framed glasses, and a pale, dusty brick red sweater dress, with her long black hair up in a high ponytail. low top canvas sneakers, and a black leather purse. She looked like an undercover reporter, and if journalism hadn’t been a dying industry, that would have been her direction. Instead, she was double majoring in psychology and media studies.

Criminology had been an option too, but she was looking to leave investigating mysteries behind. not because she didn’t love it, but because she loved it too much… and she didn’t want investigating mysteries to lose its charm, it’s exciting, earnest magic.

It was early in the afternoon on a Saturday, and they’d all heard that the Circus’s tone changed in the evenings when they stopped letting children in, but daylight… in Vikki’s veteran opinion… always revealed more of the mechanisms of fraud than the performance of it ever did.

You were supposed to be fooled when it happened, that’s why you had to see how it would go down, and in turn, how to expose it.

As Vikki watched a tall, attractive women with jet black hair in a black and white spotted tuxedo and black and white clown makeup wow the audience with sleight of hand and well practiced and well known magic tricks, Vikki’s eyes wandered to the other attractive women on stage… another clown, this one in a big, baggy,  silver smock and puffy pants, with bright pink hair and conventional clown makeup… a young woman… a girl from Vikki’s psych program who had disappeared…

Tiffany… what was her last name… Pierce? Pine? Prince? 

As Tiffany bounced and capered, distracting the audience from the older woman’s tricks, Vikki couldn’t look away from her peer… her college friend, of a sort… and as the show went on, as the magician worked her magic on the crowd, Vikki stood up and made her way to the exit.

All eyes had been on the polkadotted tuxedo clown woman, including Tiffany’s, so no one had seen her get up and leave.

This was the fine art of snooping, wait for the big moment, then vanish when no one would miss you, and as Vikki gingerly made her way to the backstage area, she was relieved that the door was both partially open, and that no one was around.

The back of the theater was spacious, at least spacious enough for a second set and a dressing room, and just as Vikki was getting ready to really look for clues… whatever they might be, and in her experience clues might be anything… Tiffany bounced into the room.

“Hey,” it was a stage whisper, “you’re not supposed to be back here…” Tiffany tilted her head to the side, and Vikki saw that the clown's bright pink hair wasn’t a wig, “...but since you're back here, can you help me with this?”

She turned around and pointed to the zipper in the back of her, and still stage whispering, said, “It’s so hot in this, but I have to wear it for the kids shows.”

“Uhhhhh….” Vikki was taken by the absurdity of the girl’s  babydoll-ish voice since the  girl she’d known to be, or at least assumed to be, a smart and capable woman, if not like herself, then at least close enough. “Sure… Tiffany, right? We had psychology together.”

“Oh,” Tiffany turned around. “I, kinda remember you,” she turned back around and pointed at her zipper again, “did you like the show? It’s still going on, but my part’s done, and I have to start getting ready for tonight.”

“It was fun, but I don’t know a lot about…” she unzipped Tiffany’s top and discovered several things all at once. First was that it was a body suit, and that her big pants were over the lower half, second was that it was inflated to some degree so it would be puffier, and third, Tiffany wasn’t wearing anything underneath it.

This was made all more obvious when Tiffany turned around and Vikki found herself staring at a pair of tits that were the size of her head.

“Sleep.”

Tiffany had said the word so forcefully, and reached out and grabbed Vikki so quickly that she didn’t know exactly what was happening.

Her brain had been processing the facts of Tiffany’s costume, that it had to have been inflated so those massive tits weren’t on display in any kind of titillating display, then all of a sudden those huge tits were right there, and as Tiffany almost shouted the word “Sleep” at her, Vikki felt something in her brain misfire, felt Tiffany’s hands on her, and then those huge tits were even closer.

Vikki felt a sudden jerk on her hair, not too hard, but firm, pulling her face away from those breasts as Tiffany said, “Deep sleep,” and then the lights went out as her face went  back down towards those huge, fake tits.

Everything was too fast, too confusing, and those tits were too much, and Vikki couldn’t think at all, let alone think straight. All she could do was crumble into the busty clown’s embrace, and she was out before her head even came to rest on those tits.

Then, she was awake, sitting in a  comfy chair, still fully clothed, with her purse on her lap, opening her eyes to stare at a giant rainbow spiral wheel, and it all made sense.

“Tiffany,” Vikki looked down to make sure she wasn;t tied up, and surprisingly, she wasn’t, and she said the clown’s name… her former classmate’s name… because the girl had been talking to her in a sing-song, bubbly voice. “You… you hypnotized me. Why did you hypnotize me?”

She looked around, and realized that it was a lot of work to move, like waking up from a deep sleep, and saw that she had to be in another part of the backstage area.

“I didn’t hypnotize you, silly!” Tiffany, still naked from the waist up, bounced around in front of her from her left. From the waist down she was wearing red and white striped tights that were tight enough to have been painted on. “I’m just kind of spacey, and you looked really tired, and you just looked like you need to…”

She pushed her massive tits up and together and let them drop and bounce, “Sleep.”

Vikki blinked as a wave of deep, contented, drowsiness washed over her, making her eyes blink, and making her… 

Horny?

Those huge tits.

She didn’t know why she was staring at them as they bounced… well, she did, because they were huge, and incredible, and Vikki was into girls just as much as she was into boys… but now wasn’t the time and…

“And it just seemed like the right thing to say, cause you like,” Tiffany with her clown makeup, her incredibly tight tights, and her huge tits, put her hands on her hips and looked down at her, and Vikki saw a puzzled look in the pink haired clown’s eyes, like she was deeply confused by her own words. “Like you just really needed to sleep. It just kinda popped into my head, like, free association right?”

Vikki was feeling warm and sleepy from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, and she was feeling surprisingly warm and wet between her legs, which made everything all the more disconcerting… and those tits, they were massive porn star tits, and there was something so compelling about them, so deeply, undeniably compelling…

It felt good to stare at them, like watching a sunset… like taking in the details of a puzzle…

“Why are you playing dumb Tiffany…” Like staring at someone you were undeniably sexually attracted to. Vikki knew the pink haired girl wasn’t dumb, and that she was in fact playing the part… or so she hoped… but those tits, those perfect tits had made Vikki’s brain stall out…

“You’re not…”Vikki could feel Tiffany’s eyes on her, those soft, vapid, eyes that sparkled with confused enthusiasm, watching like Vikki was some kind of science experiment. “I remember you, you weren;t dumb. You know what free association is. You know what hypnosis is, you know what you’re doing. You were a psych major with me, you…”

The more Vikki talked, the more it felt like she could get up and move again. The more it felt like she could really focus on Tiffany’s face, and the more the back of her mind felt like it was on to something, on to the mystery of the Circus, and…

“Of course I know what free association is, silly Vikki,” Tiffany started playing with her tits again, “that’s why I said it. I was saying that it was like…” 

Tiffany’s head was cocked sideways and she brushed her pink hair behind her shoulders before she continued pushing her tits together. ”‘Sleep just came into my head when I turned around and looked into your eyes. I could just, like, recognize that you needed to sleep, Vikki. You’re always so busy, and you have a bust brain, and when I saw you, I just knew you needed to sleep.”

Tiffany bounced her tits  every time she said sleep, and Vikki knew what she was doing, her brain was still fast enough to recognize that pattern and associations, but… but knowing didn’t stop it from working.

Her eyelids were fluttering, her pussy was so warm and wet she was certain that if she’d been wearing pants instead of a dress there’d be a visible wet spot, and she was rubbing her thighs together as she let out a surprising little yawning sigh.

“Stop… Vikki…” whatever Vikki was doing, whatever the mystery here was, she had to keep it together or she’d get lost in it. “Stop hypnotizing me…” Vikki could feel her jaw loosen and ehr shoulders slump. She could feel herself falling into Tiffany’s voice, feeling her world narrowing down to those huge tits. It took everything inside her to finish her thought.

Especially because whatever Tiffany was doing, it felt so good.

“Please.”

Vikki didn’t know if she was asking Tiffany to stop, or asking for more.

“Hmmmmph,” Tiffany put her hands on her hips again, “why do you keep saying I’m hypnotizing you?”

Guileless.

That was the world to describe Tiffany’s voice, her eyes, and her whole aura and energy. She seemed utterly guileless, and that made everything even more confusing.

Vikki’s mind, sharp and strong, no matter how warm, and soft… and wet the rest of her body felt, was trying to solve the new mystery of Tiffany the hypnotist, not because it wasn’t obvious that the clown girl was hypnotizing her, but if Tiffany the Pink Haired Clown, was actually still Tiffany.

“You’re just sitting there staring at my boobs, Vikki.” Fuck, she was, she’d just zoned out, staring in silence at those huge tits agin. Was she actually hypnotized by those big fake boobs? “Are you sure you’re as smart as you think you are?”

The bubble gum stickiness of her words, the lilting condescension was like a slap in the face to Vikki; no one condescended to her, especially not some, near as she could tell, brainwashed, bimbofied, vapid clown girl.

“Oh please, Tiffany.” She was going to say more, and she was going to stand up, but the inanity of it all caused her to pause again. But she caught Tiffany moving her hands up to her tits, and sprung into action… verbally at least.

Her body was still strangely, pleasantly heavy, and she was still hornier than she had any reasonable right to be, giant tits in her face, or not.

“Listen Tiffany. You’re hypnotizing me. And I think you’ve been hypnotized into hypnotizing me, and I think you’re brainwashed. I think someone brainwashed you into joining the circus, and getting those ridiculous boobs.”

Tiffany pouted as she grabbed her tits, “That’s not fair, not everyone’s lucky enough to be born with big naturals like yours.”

The fauwing admiration for Vikki’s natural 38 double G cup breasts, which were a handful, and a burden, when they weren’t something she secretly loved about herself, even if she didn’t show them off, was… it was flattering and disarming.

“I’m sorry, that’s not fair Tiffany, your breasts are…” she tried to look into the pink haired clown’s eyes, but found herself starting at the other girl’s massive tits again, “...are…”

“Do you really like them, Vikki?” Tiffany’s sweet, bouncy, bubbly voice became soft. “I just stare at my own reflection sometimes and I don’t even touch them. I just stare at them and get kind of lost in how perfect they are. Some people might think they’re too big, but you think they’re just perfect, too, don’t you Vikki?”

Tiffany’s  hands had moved back up to her tits, and she didn’t play with them, she just held them, and waited for Vikki’s response.

“They’re…” she wanted to say perfect. She felt compelled to agree with the clown girl, and that made her stop in her tracks. More than the condescension, this push to have Vikki agree, to conform to Tiffany’s way of thinking and use her words, broke the soft, bouncy spell those tits seemed to have cast over her. “It only matters if they make you happy Tiffany. It’s your body, and you have the right to do what you want with it. Just like I have a right to tell you to stop hypnotizing me.”

“Buuuuuuut,” again, Tiffany’s guileless smile and bright eyes drew Vikki’s attention, “I’m really not hypmutizing you.”

Now she’s even pronouncing it wrong.

“It’s hypnotize Tiffany, you know that.” 

Tiffany had turned around and walked over to the big rainbow spiral disc that was behind her, and turned it on, then turned around and said, “I know that, silly Vikki, that’s what I said, hypmutize. And I didn’t finish my psychology degree, remember, so I don;t know anything about hypnosis.”

The spiral whirred in a slow, colorful swirl of colors moving in towards the center.

“That’s a giant hypnosis spiral Tiffany, and you did some kind of fast induction, like a stage hypnotist earlier to get me in this chair and…”

Tiffany was standing just off to the side of the spiral, rubbing and rolling her massive tits in her hands.

Tiffany was exceedingly fit, and she had always been pretty, now, she really did look like a porn star.

“Maybe you don’t know anything about hypmutizm either if you don’t know how I was supposed to have hypmutized you. Like, what even is hypnosis Vikki?”

Tiffany’s mispronunciation, and her giggly voice, and the way she was playing with her tits was driving Vikki… not insane… no, that would have been easier… something about all of this was pressing all her buttons… and as she felt her thighs rub together, she hated Tiffany and herself for that.

“Stop it Vikki, you know how to pronounce hypnotize, because you can say hypnosis. You know what hypnosis is, you’re a grown woman, and you’re smarter than this. Stop it and just talk to me.”

“I know I’m smarter than this, but I think you’re really dumber than you think you are, cause you just called me Vikki. You don’t even know what your own name is, so you really don’t know what hypmutism is, especially cause you keep not answering me when I ask you to explain it.”

Wait… had she just… 

“I know my name, I just misspoke. I just got distracted and I just…”

“It’s okay Tiffany,” the pink haired clown winked at her, “it happens to everyone sometimes when they get tired….”

She was slowly rolling her tits in her hands, “And sleepy…”

Vikki’s eyes had passively landed on the spiral, but she’d been ignoring it, half watching the pretty colors as she watched Tiffany playing with her tits, half watching Tiffany to try and reach her, to get through to her.

“So, very sleepy,” Tiffany lifted her tits up. 

“Eyes so tired and heavy,” she let them drop and bounce.

Vikki watched them bounce, and she felt her eyelids, her heavy eyelids starting to flutter.

“So very tired, and heavy, so sleepy and forgetful. You keep forgetting to explain hypmutism to me Vikki. And you keep talking about it, so you must really wanna tell me. And it must be weighing you so much, it’s so distracting that you even forgot your own name for a second, and since you’re here snooping, you really shouldn’t be distracted, so just explain to me how hypmutism works, and show me you’re not a silly, big boobied dumb dumb, okay.”

Vikki’s brain slowed under the torrent of rapidly spoken words that flew out of Tiffany’s mouth. She tried to focus on what Tiffany was saying, but she spoke so quickly, and Vikki was struggling to both keep her eyes open, and to look away from those huge tits.

“I’m…” Vikki closed her eyes and tried to block out the horny sleepiness that was washing over her. “I’m not a dumb dumb.”

“But you do have big boobies.” Vikki forced her eyes open, the warmth and the wet between her legs, and the easy, sleepiness that was washing over her, was making Vikki feel like she was losing control. “And you really want to explain hypnosis to me, so you can explain how I supposedly hypmutized you.”

“I don’t…” Vikki was losing the battle, “I don’t know how you did it, but I know I’m hypnotized.”

“Oh, since you don’t ‘really’ know I hypmutized you, since you can’t tell me how I did it, then why don’t you just let yourself tell me what being hypnotized means, okay?”

“It’s…” The logic made sense, and Vikki had a moment of disorienting confusion as her voice trailed off, caught up in the spiral, watching the pretty colors as she tried to resist Tiffany’s tits. 

“That’s it Vikki, you know you really need to tell me.”

Tiffany was playing with her boobs again, and it seemed like she started doing it when Vikki’s eyes slowly drifted away from the nice, soft colors of the pretty spiral back over to the nice, soft, huge tits Tiffany had gotten herself sometime in the last year.

“it’s… you know Tiffany, it’s being… hypnotized.”

“Oh Silly Vikki, you’re really having a hard time pretending to be a smartypants right now, you can’t define a word with the word itself, any smart person would know that. And any smart person would also know my name’s not Tiffany anymore, it’s not even Tiffy, it’s Titzy the Clown. You can remember that, and you can call me Titzy from now on, or Miss Titzy if you really want to. I told you my name was Titzy when you came back here to talk to me, Silly Vikki, I’m really surprised you don’t remember.”

God, Vikki’s thighs were just perpetually grinding with slow, languid friction, and she felt dumb. She knew she should have known better about the definition, it was just so hard to think.

“Nuh…” fuck she was wet, fuck this was weird. “No you didn’t.”

“Yes I did Silly Vikki, you’d remember that if you were smarter, and you’d be able to tell me what being hypmutized means if you really were a smarty pants, and not just a silly dumb dumb, with big dumb, horny boobies like mine.”

“Uhhhh,” fuck it was hard to think, fuck was it weirdly arousing to be condesended to by a bimbo. Fuck, she was caught in loop, and she couldn’t remember how she got… no.

No.

“No!” She didn’t even know what she was saying no to, specifically, or if she was just saying no to everything. It didn’t matter, she meant it.

“No, you don’t have big boobs?” Miss Titzy… Tizzy… Tiiii… giggled as she asked that.

“No, I have big booo….” Wait, no, that’s not what she… the colors were so pretty, and her tits were so sexy, and… “Hypnosis is… it’s when you make someone suggestible, so you can….”

Miss Titzy, why was it so easy to think of her that way now, pushed her boobs together as she said, “So you can control them? Is it, like in the cartoons? Is it mind control?”

Up and down and back and forth her huge tits moved in her hands, rolling and being pushed together, and she’d moved to stand just off center from the spiral, and Vikki’s eyes were blurring, causing the pretty colors to overlay on Titzy’s tits.

That was it.

She was TITzy the Clown.

Vikki smiled to herself, a slow, simple, dumb smile, and then remembered that Mizz Titzy had asked her… fuck, her name was Tiff… it didn’t matter, it was so hard to think, and her panties were soaked, and…

“No, not like that. It’s not mind control… it just makes you focused… and relaxed… and susceptible… can’t control people… just, just… kind of… influence them.”

“So, iiiiiiiiiiffffffffff I really did hypmutize you, I couldn’t really control you or anything. You’d just feel kinda, warm… and sleepy, right? Warm, and heavy, and just really relaxed and sleepy, and the things I would say would just sound good, and easy, like, easy to agree with, right? That all sounds really nice, and it sounds like it would feel real good, and it would be silly, Vikki, so silly, Vilkki, Silly Vikki, to not want to feel that way, right?”

“You can… you can really make people… want…”

“Ssssshhhhh,” Miss Titzy the Clown’s big boobs bounced. “I get it now Silly Vikki. Maybe those big horny boobies of yours really are smart after all. But I won’t know until I ask you a few more questions. And you really want to be a smarty pants, so you’re gonna answer all my questions, okay?”

Vikki’s eyes blurred again and she was staring straight ahead, watching the spiral. Every time she fought against those tits, the spiral got softer and more welcoming, easier to stare into, until she blinked, and then those big boobies just…

“It’s okay, you’re too dumb to realize you were supposed to say Yes Miss Titzy, but you’ll do better next time, won’t you Silly Vikki?”

“Yes Miss Titzy.”

Fuck.

FUCK!

She hadn't meant to say that, but as soon as the spike of awareness and fear shot through her, she felt drained, and closed her eyes. She was falling into herself, unable to stop the inward descent down into darkness.

“You’re really focused on me, aren’t you Silly Titties?”

That wasn’t her… that little park of thought bled out into, “Yes Miss Titzy.”

“And you’re so relaxed that you can’t even keep your eyes open, can you, Silly Titties?”

Vikki mumbled out a quiet, “Yes Miss Titzy.”

“And that means you’re really deeply hypmutized, aren’t you?”

This time the “Yes Miss Titzy” was just a mumbled collection of vaguely similar sounds.

“And it doesn’t matter how I hypmutized you, does it? Cause now you’re hypmutized by me, aren’t you?”

Again, it was an affirmative noise, a parrot repeating heard words, but unpronounced, weighed down by disorienting sleepiness.

But there was a light, Tiffany admitted it.

Tiffany.

Not Miss Titzy.

Tiffany.

Vikki’s eyes opened and she stood up, “Tiffany, You just…”

Three things happened all at once.

First a pair of hands, soft, strong, feminine hands grabbed Vikki by the shoulders and pulled her back down into her seat.

Second, Tiffany grabbed her tits and said “Sleep” so forcefully that again, just like the first time, the lights went out.

Third, another woman’s voice whispered in her ear, “Back down you go, Silly Titties, those boobs of yours are too heavy to lift.”

Vikki sank into the chair and started to fall away as those hands on her shoulders slid down to grab her tits. “Here, I’ll hold them so they don’t make you tip out of the chair. That would be too silly, even for your big, dumb, boobies.”

None of this was right.

“They’re not…” the woman behind her squeezed Vikki’s tits to silence her.

“Just watch the pretty spiral and look at Miss Titsy. Look at the pretty colors, so pretty, so happy, so warm, just like you. Warm and silly, vibrant and happy, just pretty colors, just like a bright colorful clown with nice big boobs, just like Miss Titzy. Watch the colors…. pretty colors… pretty Titzy… pretty big tits… just like Titzy… Nice, big, tits, just like Titzy… you’re just like Titzy…”

That wasn’t true…

Or was it.

Was this what happened to Tiffany?

Was this what they did to her?

Was she….

“And what did Miss Titzy titties do to you, Silly Vikki?”

“She,” god, this woman, this unseen woman, who must have been the stage magician, who sounded so much like the stage magician had…

“Not she, Silly. Titzy’s titties are just her boobies, what did her boobies do to you?”

Vikki felt dumb and self-conscious, and as she realized she was ashamed of her dumb responses, she felt herself falling again. Every time she tried, every time she fought back, and found some self-awareness, she just lost that much more of herself, and it felt like the pretty colors were just pulling her thoughts out of her head… and into Miss Titzy’s tits.

“Hypnotized me.”

“No they didn’t Silly Titties, that’s not the word. They hypmutized you, you big boobied, silly dumb dumb. You’re such a big boobed dummy you can’t even say it right.” Tiffany… no Titzy… no… Miss Ttizy… had walked closer to her, playing with her boobs all along, as she berated and mocked Vikki. “Say hyp-MUH-tized.”

“Hyp…” the spiral caught her again, and the pretty colors pacified her. This is what happened to Tiffany, and now it was happening to her. “Hyp…”

“You’ll feel so good when you say it, Silly Titties.” The woman behind her, the one whose hands were massaging her large breast, her big dumb boobies, who was turning her brain even  more into mush, spoke with a soft, undeniable confidence and power that made the last of Vikki crumble. 

“When you say it, when you finally just admit that you’re a big boobied dumb dumb just like my pretty clown girl, Miss Titsy, you’ll finally know what it feels like to really feel good. And you want to feel so good, you want to let out all the pent up confusion, and resistance, and all the exciting, horny pleasure. Just say the word right, pronounce it the right way, and you’ll come around on being a silly, big tittied dumb dumb.”

“Hypmutized by my boobies Silly,” the colors and the boobs became one, and Titzy’s bouncing, jiggling, hypnotic cadence was making Silly’s… Vikki’s… it didn’t matter… her hips started to buck. ”Hyp-muh-tized.”

“Say it,” the other woman, the older woman, whispered in her ear.

“Say it,” the colors swirled and the boobs bounced.

“Hyp…” Silly Boobs’s body quivered with pleasure and release before she could finish. Her body, anticipating and accepting, spasmed with release as the word ended in orgasmic growning… at least until Silly Boobs… Silly Dumb Dumb Silly Boobs, whispered out the word “HypMUHtized.”

That was what truly broke her.

The mispronunciation.

Surrendering to willingly and intentionally misspeaking.

“Good girl.”

The mystery woman let go of Vikki’s dumb horny boobies, and the silly girl melted down out of the chair, down onto the floor, her body radiating sexual pleasure, her tits too heavy to lift up and move.

Vikki was flat on her back, and nearly incoherent with pleasure, confusion, and a profound psychic break from reality, and there was nothing she could do when Miss Titsy slid out of her tights and sat down on her face.

“You’re just like me now Silly Boobs, that means you love sweet things, like my sweet pussy. Sweet pussy tastes so good it makes us cum when we eat it, and I know you’ve eaten pussy before, so you’re gonna make your Miss Tisy cum real good, and then you’ll get to cum too.”

There was no response Silly Boobs… that was Vikki’s name now… Silly Boobs… no response she could offer to that, instead, she just obeyed, because what else could she do, the pink haired clown was sitting on her face, and her own big dumb boobs were weighing her down.

Then one of those soft hands that held her down, and had also held up her impossibly heavy tits, slid up her skirt and started to finger her mercilessly.

The two women molesting her kept talking to her as she did, but whatever they were saying, it was going right into her subconscious mind.

Vikki’s ego was shattered, and the sexual pleasure kept it from coming back together. The more she came, and the harder she made Miss Titsy cum, the harder it was for Vikki to start coming back to herself.

Part 2: Frank and Daisy and the Funnel of Love

“I hate clowns.”

Frank was a strapping, young, broad shouldered, square jawed, brown haired, young man, and the young woman on his arm, Daisy, was a strawberry blonde, tall, fit and shapely young women with soft brown eyes and a perpetual half smile that came from having true pretty privilege.

When it came to mystery solving, he was the authoritative muscle, and she was the pretty face that could get anyone to talk. Together, with Vikki’s incredible and unstoppable brain, and Shane’s gift for benevolent larceny and skulking, they always got to the bottom of every case.

“I know Frankie,” Daisy patted his arm, “I know, but they’re not that bad. They’re all girls too, does that make them any less creepy?”

“I Jeez, Daisy, I don’t really know if that makes them better or worse. And I sure wish I knew why Vikki wanted us snooping around here. This seems like a normal, creepy, clown filled circus to me.”

“You just said it was creepy,” she punched him in the arm playfully as they walked down around the rides, “and there are kids missing.”

“Yeah,” Fank laughed, “college kids. You know, the famously reliable college student, the pinnacle of not flaking out. And the circus, something no one has ever ‘run away’ to join.”

They both laughed.

‘So,” Daisy stopped in her tracks and grabbed Frank’s arm to stop him from walking ahead. “You really don’t think there’s anything mysterious going on here?”

“Well, I never think clowns are up to anything good, but this is just a circus and a carnival. I mean, there’s no angle, there’s no scheme, and there’s no profit. It’s just like, college kids drop out, they move home, and I guess some of them decided to join the circus. It’s a job in this town, and it’s different, you know, and…”

“It’s fun, and I always encourage my employees to re-enroll once they get their wilder impulses out of their system.”

The two college seniors spun around to see a tall, beautiful woman dressed as a lion tamer… a lion tamer clown.

She was wearing a tuxedo, with a huge, ruffled white blouse, a baggy, oversized jacket and pants, and a top hat with a black and white  spiral disk on it.

She had white and red clown makeup, a clown nose, and long, bright red hair that fell down from under her hat in cascading curls, “And if the two of you are done investigating the mystery of if there’s even a mystery, might I recommend the Tunnel of Love? It’s closed during the day, because it’s not for our young guests, but I can give you a special run, since, you know, it’s hard to look for clues in the dark.”

Daisy laughed, “So you know who we are?”

Frank was doing his best to not be unnerved by her, while also trying not to stare too much at her. She was a strikingly beautiful woman, even under her clown makeup, which brought out her violet blue eyes, and Frank was caught in a tizzy of curious attraction and repulsion.

“Oh, of course I do, You’re the Sleuthing Squad, or are you two here at my circus on a special date?” As she spoke, she made a wide gesture at everything all around them. “I’m Glitzi the Clown Empresaria of Glitzi’s Glamorous Carnival and Circus.”

“You’ll have to excuse Frank here, he finds clowns… unnerving, but we’re having a wonderful time,” Daisy lowered her voice and gave the other women a conspiratorial wink, “Even if we are here investigating why so many of our peers apparently would rather work here than go to class.”

Glitzi laughed, “Please, follow me.”

They did, and exchanged looks.

Frank’s said, “What are we doing and what are you thinking?”

Daisy’s said, “Play along, this can get her off our backs.”

They didn’t need more than that.

Glitzi, who was tall and took long strides, long, impressive strides in her high heeled, thigh high leather boots, led them down the lines of rides, commenting about some of them as they passed, naming them, offering banal talking points about which ones were which kind of visitor’s favorites, until they reached the tunnel of love, where two more clowns waited for them.

These clowns were also women, probably college girls by the looks of them, and dressed in very traditional clown costumes.

“What if this is a trap?” Frank whispered to Daisy as they moved through the turnstile, waved on by the two clown girls, and pushed onto a swan boat that had them sitting practically in each other’s laps.

“Enjoy the ride love birds,” hopefully you can tell me what you think after you’re done.”

There was something, not so much sinister about what she said, more like mockingly foreboding, and Daisy whispered back, “This is getting weirder, but we’re always ready for weird.”

Then the ride started.

A strange, haunting, breathy and slow rendition of Wanda Jackson’s Funnel of Love started playing, and in the dark of the covered water ride, white, twisting, spiraling patterns danced and flickered, filling their visions.

The song, an echoing, breathy, sexy woman’s voice, twisted and echoed in their minds as their eyes were dazzled and enthralled by the white and black spirals…

Here I go,

Falling down, down, down,

My mind is a blank,

My head is spinning around and around,

As I go deep into the funnel of love.

It's such a crazy, crazy feeling,

I get weak in the knees,

My poor old head is a reelin',

As I go deep into the funnel of love.

I tried and I tried, to run and hide,

I even tried to run away,

You just can't run from the funnel of love,

It's gonna get you someday.

It's such a crazy, crazy feeling,

I get weak in the knees,

My poor old head is a reelin',

As I go deep into the funnel of love.

I tried and I tried, to run and hide,

I even tried to run away,

You just can't run from the funnel of love,

It's gonna get you someday.

Here I go, 

falling

  down,

 down, 

down,

My mind is a blank,

My head is spinning around and around,

As I go deep into the funnel of love,

Deep into the funnel of love,

Deep into the funnel of love.

It happened to them both almost instantly.

One minute they were sitting there, laughing, then laughing nervously, both wondering if they were supposed to be getting hypnotized by the swirling, twisting, flashing spirals, and the next moment, their faces went slack, their eyes went blank and glassy, and they just sat there slumping into each other.

The tones in the music, the haunting sound of the woman’s singing voice, and the pattern of the spirals caused their brains to suddenly disengage. When the ride came to a stop they were both sitting there, docile and disoriented, until the two clown girls said, “Follow us” and helped them out of the swan boat.

The two clown girls pushed in close to Frank and Daisy, and led them down a stairwell, and if either of them had been able to more fully mentally function… though the mind scrambling effects if the ride were wearing off… they would have realized they were not back at the start of the ride.

“Hello again my little love birds,” Glitzi stood in front of them in a lush, windowless room filled with soft couches and pillows, and another door behind her.

She was wearing most of what she had been wearing minutes ago, but her shirt was gone, and so were her pants, so now she stood in front of them in knee high leather boots, fishnet stockings with garter belts attached to crotchless panties, the same top hat with the same spiral decoration, and the same tuxedo jacket, with nothing on underneath it, and…

If either of them could have mustered the ability to differentiate, they would have realized they had been on the ride for much longer than they’d have thought, and that her tuxedo jacket was a great deal smaller.

So small that it was barely containing her huge tits.

Glitzi was still in her clown makeup, “Since we’re all alone in this nice, quiet, cozy room, I was just thinking…”

She pulled a golden coin on a narrow chain out from her cleavage and started to wave it back and forth in front of her breasts, “That I could steal your attention for a time, and use my breasts to make you mine.”

With her free hand, she unbuttoned the single button keeping her tits covered and modestly contained, and they fell out with a bounce while the coin kept swinging, and the two of them, disoriented, and docile, unable to gather their thoughts enough to resist, only stood there, watching the coin as it swung in front of her bare, bountiful, naked breasts.

“Watch the pretty coin of gold, surrender to my boobs and their hypnotic hold.”

Back and forth and back and forth their eyes followed the coin until it came to stop between her tits, twisting and twirling at the end of the chain.

“I can see the sparkle of gold in your eyes, when you see it shimmer you can tell me now lies.”

They stood there, dazed and blinking, both Frank and Daisy drooling ever so slightly, staring at her, rapt, captured by her coin, and enthralled more and more with her breasts.

“That’s it, that’s right, that’s good. Now watch the coin and let me see the sparkle in your eyes. Let me see the light in your eyes, so bright and shiny, like the coin. Just watch it swing back and forth my lover birds, back and forth in front of my breasts, back and forth in front of my enthralling breasts. Show me tha sparkle, and I’ll let you stare as long as you want. Show me the light, bright in your eyes, and I’ll let you stare, enraptured and enthralled by my breasts until they hypnotize you into sleep.”

Maybe it was good luck, maybe it was the power of the power of the ride, maybe it was Gilitzi’s skill as a hypnotist, or maybe it was just the power of her huge tits, or maybe the Ring Mistress knew exactly who her subjects were, but appealing to them to do something for her… to active their innate desire to be people pleasers… but whatever it was, Daisy and Frank both felt a deep need to do what the woman in front of them was asking.

They wanted to do what they were told, in no small part so they could both just keep staring at those hypnotic breasts.

She said they had a hypnotic hold, and they both knew it meant her breasts were making them do what they were told.

“That’s right, so much light in your eyes, but with every swing, my coin is taking the light, stealing the light from your eyes and from inside your minds. Watch the golden coin getting brighter and brighter, and see behind the light as my boobs get softer and softer, warmer and warmer. As the light drains from your eyes, they grow heavy, like my breasts, and you need to sleep as your minds go deep, down into the dark. As you watch the coin swing back and forth, brighter and brighter, your minds grow sleepy as your bodies get lighter and lighter too…”

They were helpless, outmaneuvered and enthralled.

“You’ll both just walk over here, to me, to rest your sleepy heads on my soft breasts, coming towards me, coming to me, unable to stop, too tired to stop, and unable to keep your eyes open any longer, closing your eyes and wandering towards me…”

The coin was brilliant and sparkling now, at least in their mind’s eyes, making them blink, making them need to close their eyes because it felt too bright, and they both closed their eyes… and felt their bodies moving towards her, then into her embrace, her hands guiding each head down to a breast…

And as their light bodies suddenly became heavy and sleepy, they both felt their mouths being guided to Glitzi’s nipples.

“That’s it my lover birds, you can’t resist, give my hypnotizing breasts a loving kiss.”

“Suck and kiss, and sink so deep, when you see my boobs it’s time to sleep.”

Daisy stopped before Frank, and she pulled away as Glitize kept chanting those words at the two of them.

“Suck and kiss, and sink so deep, when you see my boobs it’s time to sleep.”

She felt a deep rumble of revolution and sharp analytical confusion flare up inside, and she tried, she tried desperately to pull herself away…

“Suck and kiss, and sink so deep, when you see my boobs it’s time to sleep.”

Daisy’s eyelids started to flutter again as she stared, utterly helpless, watching as her boyfriend sucked on the buxom clown woman’s tit, overwhelmed both by Glitzi, and by the sense that everything was very wrong…

Very… big… and sleepy… and…

“That’s it my little flower, time to sleep deep, time to go back to sleep lover bird. Sleep and dream, it;’s all my scheme, your mind must rest when you see my breast. Dream’s aren’t real, this is just what you feel.”

Daisy had no way of understanding the prolonged sensory assault she and Frank had been exposed to, and no way of really understanding the deliberate, and psychologically violent psychosexual trap that had been laid for her. 

Instead, what she did know was that Glitzi was firmly in control.

She knew it on a subconscious level, and she knew it because she had a weakness for authority; it was one of the things that attracted her to Frank.

She also knew, down in a dark place of fear, in a place of human vulnerability and survival, that if she wanted to stay sane, if she wanted to survive what was happening to her in one piece, she had to just disassociate and let go.

Whatever it was, it would be over soon, and she would be okay if she just let it play out.

After all, this was all just a dream, just a dream, just…

“A sexy, silly dream that you’re having Daisy. Frank would never leave you, or cheat on you, he loves you too much. Don’t worry about watching him worship my big, sexy, hypnotizing boobs, none of this is real. You just fell asleep on the ride, and it’s all your imagination playing games with you. You’re just expressing your fears, and the fact you’re sexually intimidated by me. But it’s okay, it’s just a dream, and it’s a very flattering dream too, Daisy, dull, dumb, Daisy.”

She was standing there, eyes half open, watching as Glitzi spoke to her, moving her boyfriend’s mouth to her other nipple, the one Daisy had just… no… it was just a dream… the one Daisy had been dreaming of sucking on. And that was why it was okay that Glitzi called her dull and dumb.

Daisy was afraid she was just a gorgeous face and a great body.

It was impossible to compete with how smart Vikki was, but even if Vikki did have big tits, the kind Daisy was a little envious of, she knew she was still the hot one, the hottest girl on campus…

“You only think you’re afraid that your boyfriend, this powerful, handsome man, would fall for my wiles and get wrapped up under my spell, but really, it’s just a  compliment to you. I could have anyone I wanted, you know that, and as you stare at my breast and feel all your fears come to rest, it’s really just a compliment to you. You’re such a hot young thing… even if you are a dull, dumb, gorgeous girl… that your boyfriend is getting my attention. He’s yours, and in this dream, I want him. IN this dream, I just want him, because I can’t have you. And I don’t mind if you’re as dull and dumb as my boobs are big and hypnotic, all I want is for you to want me. And since it’s just your dream, you’re dreaming of wanting to be wanted by me.”

At some point during her talking, she’d pushed Frank’s mouth from her nipple and started stripping him naked. It didn’t matter, this was dream logic. It was just a dream, it had to be a dream.

“Just look at my boobs, my dumb, sexy little princess. You don’t have to worry, it doesn’t make you gay, it’s just an expression of your ego. And it’s making you feel so good, knowing that this hot young stud, your boyfriend, is getting fucked by me.”

Down she went, swallowing up Frank’s cock, and two irresistible things happened all at once.

First, the part of Daisy that knew this was not just a dream recognized that her boyfriend, who had, like her, been a virgin before they had gotten together, and stayed together, was now being fucked by another woman. He was no longer just hers.

Second, as she helplessly stared at Glitzi’s big, bouncing tits as she slowly rode Frank in front of her, it made her incredibly wet.

The aware part of her didn’t wither, it just surrendered, because it was easier, so much easier for poor, dull, dumb, gorgeous Daisy, to agree with Gitzi’s titties.

“Sit on his face and look at my Daisy, let me explain more about your dream to you. Just take off all your clothes so you can show off your perfect body to this sexy clown woman you’re so sexually intimidated by and obsessed with, and I’ll make it all make sense.”

Glitzi wasn’t mean.

Other people, especially other women, would have been so mean if they had called her dumb and dull, and Daisy was afraid of that, but the way Glitzi said it, it was just like being seen, and she wanted Glitzi to see her naked…

NO!

No, she didn’t.

She didn’t want any of this, this wasn’t…

Real.

It wasn’t real, it couldn’t be real, so she wasn't really stripping naked in this strange, plush, pink room, after being hypnotized by a ride, and then hypnotized even more by a buxom clown woman who was molesting her helpless boyfriend.

None of this could be real, and as those big breasts bounced up and down, and up and down, Daisy was struggling to stay on her feet, and to finish undressing. 

She wanted to sit down, she wanted to lie down and drift away, and she needed to take her clothes off. her dress was on the ground, and she had her underwear… not panties, just practical plain underwear… was down around one ankle and she still had her shoes on… she just couldn’t…

It was all too much, and she crumbled down on her boyfriend’s face. His mouth went to work on her, and ecstasy mixed with sleepy, warm, lethargy and sexual disassociation.

It felt good.

And those boobs were bouncing, and now the gold coin was back, swinging back and forth, and back and forth.

“It’s all just a  dream, dull, dumb Daisy. Solving mysteries has always just been a dream. You’re too dumb to solve a mystery, and Frank’s not that kind of guy, he’s far too ordinary to get caught up in such silly things. Just watch the coin, and lose the light of any bright ideas and…”

She slid off of Frank’s cock and stood over Daisy, coin swinging back and forth, back and forth.

“Suck and kiss, and sink so deep, when you see my boobs it’s time to sleep.”

An orgasm shuddered through Daisy’s body as her eyes closed, and then, the clown woman was pushing her flat on her back, and smothering her with a tit.

Daisy was being smothered by a tit, and Glitzi just kept talking to her, telling her a version of the world that made more sense than the one she’d found herself living in. Then, the huge tits were gone, and she wasn’t sucking on those nipples anymore.

No, strong hands pulled her up and got her on all fours, and she felt a firm hand push her face down into a wet pussy.

“Your boyfriend made a mess in my cunt, clean it up.”

She tasted cum as she licked Glitzi’s slit, and after a time, she felt a cock slide into her from behind, followed by fierce, hard fucking. As she melted into absolute ego destruction, she heard Glitzi’s voice.

"Listen to me Frank, you and Daisy would never be friends with the likes of Shane and Vikki, just forget about them… forget that they ever existed…”

To Be Continued in Bedlam Under the Big Top Chapter 2

And here’s a special preview…

Part 3: Peeping Shane

It was dark, and Shane had looked everyone for his friends but he couldn’t find them anywhere. Moreso, none of them were answering their phones, and none of their phones were binging on the tracking app that only made sense for a group of mystery solvers.

But it could have been worse, he could have been stuck looking for them, and not been surrounded by hot girls.

Yeah, during daylight hours they’d all been kid friendly, but he’d watched enough of them changing or switching costumes that even before it got dark and they got sexy, he’d seen the goods.

He’d been kind of following two sexy clown girls that he’d seen come out of the back of the funnel of love ride, but they’d broken off and gone in different directions, so he tried to call his friends again.

That was when Frank and Daisy’s phones pinged on the tracker, and he’d followed the pings towards the front.

There they were, looking physically spent and blissfully happy, walking towards the parking lot, but when he called out to them, and they looked back, they both made the kinds of faces he was used to other people making, and just kept on walking.

Both of their numbers went immediately to voicemail, and he knew what all of this meant.

There was an actual, real life, mystery afoot, and not some kind of scheme or scam.

He had to find Vikki, but first… he had to get a better look at the lion tamer.

She was tall, taller with her top hat that had a cheesy black and white hypno-spiral on it, radiant red hair cascaded down her shoulders, she had a face full of clown makeup on, and almost half a tuxedo jacket that was barely containing a pair of tremendous tits.

She also had a short, short skirt, fishnets, and tall, tall, thigh high black boots, and Shane could have sworn she was smiling at him while she laughed and joked with a small group of twenty-somethings, smiling with bright blue, hauntingly blue sapphire eyes.

There was something in those eyes that was familiar, but Shane couldn’t place it, especially because he knew he’d never forget a girl, a woman, with tits like that.

This woman had an air of authority to her too, and he wondered if maybe she was the Glitzi in “Glitzi’s Carnival and Circus”, but…

“Psssssst, Shane,” he had been staring at her so intently, keeping eye contact with the red headed clown woman that Vikki’s voice made him jump out of his skin.

Luckily, the top hat wearing clown with the giant tits had turned away from him seconds before that.

“Quick, come in this tent, I need to talk to you.”

He turned around and saw that the flap to some attraction tent was closed, but had been slightly parted, and that was where Vikki had been whispering to him from. He stepped into a fortune teller’s tent, and there, in the middle of the plush, campy space, complete with a crystal ball on a cushion, and a deck of tarot cards fanned out on the table was…

A clown girl in a bright orange, low cut mini dress, with her big tits spilling out, black and white face paint, dark hair up in pigtails, and a pair of thick, black rimmed glasses.

“Wow Vikki,” Shane was dumbstruck, staring at his friend like he’d never seen her before, like she’d never let anyone see her before. “I’m not complaining, but really, wow, what’s with the getup?”

“I’m undercover.” She said it with a giggle, and Vikki didn’t giggle.

“Uuuuuh,” Vikki had started to play with her boobs pushing them together under her dress, and he was pretty sure, bra or no… and it looked like she was wearing a bra that really flattered her already nice… big… he always knew, they all knew she had big ones, and he’d always wanted to see them, sure, but something was… “Um, how are you undercover Vikki?”

She tilted her head sideways and looked at him, her hands still on her tits, “That’s how, silly. I’m undercover as Vikki, the brainy mystery solver. Cause normally,” she started playing with her boobs again and it was nice to watch, it was really nice to watch actually, “you know, I’m just Ditzi the clown, but I had to infuf… I’m-full-, no uh… sneak in and join your group to see what you were doing here?”

Shane had no idea what she was talking about.

“Oops,” Vikki pulled down her dress and popped her tits out of her bra, “I wasn’t supposed to tell you that until you told me what you know. But you’ll do that anyway, won’t you Shane?”

“Vikki, you’re, uh, you’re not, um… acting like yourself. There’s, uh, something seriously wrong here. 

(I realized I had enough for a whole second full story, with Shane, with Frank’s side of what happened, and, even more. Who knows if I'll ever get to doing it.)