The Circus: Bimbo Stories
The circus did not always think of itself as a circus. Nor did it always have the ability to think. It began as a troupe of traveling performers along the Volga. With simple dancers, jugglers, and singers, the owner made a decent living, enough to catch the eye of a stranger. The man with beetle black eyes offered to buy the carnival.
The sale comprised little more than a few wagons, a pair of unenforceable contracts, and a general agreement from magistrates along the route to not run the group of a village until one or two shows, and to use as little violence as possible. The new owner made few changes in those early years. He added acts, dismissed some others, expanded the troupe’s route, and hired new managers.
Time went on. Wars came and went. The troupe became a traveling carnival with dozens of performers and mimes and clowns and freak shows. The owner passed it from one name to another, but the owner never actually changed. A reputation built up around the carnival in those years. It would often leave behind changed people in the villages where performances were held. Women, old or young, known for being prudish or spinsterish, would leave the carnival with a wildly different personality. The polite persons in the villages would regard these changed people as “vivacious” or “lively” whereas the less polite or the blunt would call them simply, “mind-addled whores.”
Thaddeus, as the circus’s owner came to call himself over time, did his best to leave sparingly few behind, and often he worked hard to ensure they remained safe. This was not always possible as other forces saw free sexuality as a threat. Some of his changed, Thaddeus included in his circus. They lived out long, happy lives, but in the end, Thaddeus had no true power over death. Yet, souls did not so easily part such happy lives. They grabbed hold of the strange things that moved around with the carnival, happy to continue Thaddeus’s work in their next life.
The beetle-eyed man thought it amusing to have such enthusiastic partners in his work. He set them tasks, and they obeyed, bringing others to join their ranks. Time continued on. More wars, more circus, and more lives forever altered. Finding his craft largely unwanted in the circus’s homeland in the early 20th century, Thaddeus took his troupe across the sea. He left them on the outskirts of New York, disappearing once again into the folds of time. The circus’s managers recruited new acts, new wagons, and new routes. They moved through America like a snake winding through tall grass, snatching down the odd person here or there. It wasn’t unusual. People left with the circus all the time.
While the normal work of clowns and popcorn and candy went on as usual under the eyes of prudent managers, the other work languished without the magician’s presence. Those living few who had heard the magician’s call to a life of ecstasy dwindled, and as they joined the souls following the increasingly outmoded caravan of entertainment, they found unhappy and unfulfilled siblings. The circus had taken on a mind of its own, and it was hungry.
And so it came to a town in the western half of North Carolina.
The small town Walter Hollow nestled into the Appalachian foothills long before the circus came to visit. By the time it arrived, the circus no longer employed jugglers and only kept two clowns, who spent most of their time working in the back of food tents. The games and the rides paid the bills. The rides, mostly, big clanking things of rust and grease. The circus’s slimmer staff moved these unwieldy terrors from parking lot to parking lot, getting good deals from landowners who saw a grim future for their shopping centers. Among the mechanical wonders of thrills lived a relic of the old times, a carousel. Over the long years, the managers always concocted a reason to keep the carousel, despite its constant need for repair and its lack of popularity. And despite the strange feelings people reported whenever they rode it or even went near it. Most nights it sat at the center of a maze of tents and booths, spinning with no riders, the vacant faces of horses, lions, leopards, and dogs looking out at the crowds with unusually lifelike eyes.
The night things went wrong started as most evenings at the circus did. The workers spent the previous night and day setting out the booths, moving out and assembling the rides, and ginning up the popcorn machine so that shoppers going into the nearby supermarket would have the scent lodged in their heads. The ticket booth opened at four in the afternoon and a slow trickle of attendees moved through, most sticking to the more casual rides. As the sun set, the circus lights turned on and faintly unpleasant music filled the air. Except the carousel didn’t. Sitting at the center of various paths as little more than a novelty, it defied the thrum to life around it, remaining dark and silent as the crowds thickened.
Complaints about the dark spot in the vibrant night flitted around the camp until one of the managers grabbed one of the clowns from the back of a candied apple stand. The name she gave the other staff was fake simply because she enjoyed being someone else. She was in her late thirties and looked entirely unremarkable without her face paint. Weary and irritated about being interrupted, she trudged off through the circus toward the carousel.
On any night, it could become easy to get lost in the rows of brightly colored tents. But on this night, it seemed easy, as though the center of the place drew her in. The clown didn’t like the carousel for all the same reasons as the rest of the staff, though she’d never admit them out loud. If pressed, she might say, “it’s spooky” or “it’s dangerous” likely in reference to the struggle with its upkeep, but certainly not in regards to the feeling of danger it exuded from some unseen source. Approaching it on that evening filled her with a type of giddy panic that she’d never felt before, but, she had a job and needed to do it.
She stepped onto the wooden platform and made her way to the small booth at its center. The ceramic animals watched her cross. She unlocked the door and entered the control booth, a place only big enough to turn around in. Cramming herself into the space beneath the control panel, she checked the wires and power hookup. Everything seemed in order, so she shut off the main circuit. As she did, the lights around her blazed on, the platform lurched into motion, and pipe music, old pipe music, grating and slow, filled the air. Confused, she fumbled out onto the platform in disbelief. As soon as she stepped onto the old planks, the spinning ring quickened, throwing her off balance.
The carousel spun faster. The music became a peel of high pitched noise. The clown thought of calling for help, but she couldn’t see past the edge of the spinning lights. Surely someone would see the ride going haywire. Surely, someone would cut the main power. Yet, the seconds ticked by longer and longer, and nothing changed. The clown began to laugh. It seemed funny to be stuck on a carousel with no clear way of escaping and no clear place to escape to. As she laughed, others laughed with her. Lost in the dervish of motion, she saw the animals begin to change. They were no longer poorly painted horses or lions, but people. These people stood, some floated, and some laid on the ground of the whirling madness. They were naked and writhing together while laughing a joyous, infectious laugh. The ride spun faster, and the clown’s work jumpsuit came away from the force.
She let go of the gyrating hips which had once been a camel. Caught in the motion, she was no longer off balance, yet still she sunk to her knees. Her hands moved over her nakedness with curious glee. As she felt her breasts expanding, blowing up like balloons, she giggled anew. Her feet cramped as they stretched out into comically long flippers that crusted over with bright red shoes. She managed to stretch out her legs before the pain grew too bad. As she did, she sat down on a newly plumped butt. Looking down at her hips, she saw bright red polka dots on a skin tight pair of pants. They hugged her new, curvaceous form, squeezing in tight between the crevices of her giant butt, leaving no mystery to the shape of each cheek. A clean white shirt sprang from nothingness to cinch around her newly balloon sized tits. As she turned from side to side, they wobbled in front of her, always on the verge of popping out. To make matter worse, long, purple suspenders stretched over her shoulders and ran down over her puffed nipples, letting only the hint of them show through the white shirt.
A bright pink neck ruff sprouted out from above the shirt. Above it, white pain crept up her skin. A smear of red covered her mouth while purple diamonds highlighted her eyes. Her hair became a frazzled poof of bright blue, and her nose plumped into a round, red bump. She hopped to her feet with a name bouncing around in her head that complimented the jiggling, gratuitous mass of flesh that was her oversexed body. “Bubbles!” she said with a laugh.
Kevin didn’t like carnival rides, but Ivy did. He did his best to stick to meandering around with a bag of cotton candy or drawing her attention to one of the game booths. Anything to keep away from the rickety vomit comets. Ivy clung to his arm chatting about her day while sneaking bites of his food and making rude comments about other people passing them by. She didn’t have much to say about Bubbles, though.
The clown looked entirely out of place in the drab world around her. She bounded up to them with both a fake and real grin. Kevin tried to look away as her tits squashed forward between the suspenders. “Hi! You guys want tickets?”
“Uh, for what?” Ivy asked, her own eyes locked on the wobbling, balloons jutting out from Bubbles’s chest.
“For the MERRY-GO-ROUND! Only the best ride!” She bent forward and honked her nose with a giggle. Reaching behind her back, she brought around two bright red tickets. “Don’t miss it!”
Kevin took the tickets from her with a half grin, half leer. Bubbles didn’t wait to talk further. She took a long, cartoonish step between the couple, pushing her breasts against Ivy and letting her ass rub across Kevin’s crotch. She left a lingering scent of sugary sweetness behind her. Kevin shrugged, “Carousels can be fun.”
Moments later, Judith and her friend Sarah ran into Bubbles. Their experience wasn’t much different. Bubbles pulled an unending handkerchief out from the hem of her bloomers, leading down salaciously to the entirely visible lips between her thighs. At the end came out a pair of tickets which the two young women took in a stupor.
The clown continued her work, cartwheeling across a few lanes to find Doug and his friends Mike and Phillip. For them, Bubbles mimed an invisible wall, walked around it, and then plucked three tickets out of thin air. They tried to float away from her, leading to her standing on tip toes wiggling her ass in the three guys faces before she could retrieve them and shove them in each of their pockets, grazing the stirring meat between their legs.
And on she went, picking people in some mad pattern that only made sense to her. Tickets magically appeared in balloons that popped and bestowed the red cards to Carla and Marie, a pair of beleaguered moms who got one night away from their families and chose to spend it at a carnival. Another pair of tickets appeared in the waistband of Bubbles’s tights. She played at being unable to find them, spinning all in a circle to show off her tits and ass until the half drunk college guys plucked them out of her pants.
The last ticket went to a high school senior who looked depressingly out of place. Dressed all in black with dark makeup and dyed purple hair, Tiffany lingered near a shooting booth while some gangly young men she thought of as friends laughed a little too much at simple things. Their blood shot eyes didn’t notice the burst of color and life as it drifted near their goth friend.
Bubbles lolled her tongue and crossed her eyes. Reaching between them, she pulled a long balloon giraffe out of thin air. Tiffany watched with a placid face, but couldn’t hide the excitement in her eyes. The giraffe squeaked and twisted as it took on a life of its own. It pranced around in mid air before popping into a flurry of pink smoke and streamers. Out of that cloud of gaiety drifted a red ticket. “For the carousel. Ride of your life, sweetie,” Bubbles said.
Some of the initially ignored the idea. Ivy filled Kevin’s ear for daring to look at “that slutty clown.” Some, Doug and Phillip, thought they should go simply for another look at Bubbles. “She’s gagging for it, man,” one of them said to Mike. Whatever their opinion on the strange clown and the offer of a carousel ride, the winding paths of the circus seemed to draw them toward the spinning array of lights and sound. More than once, Tiffany thought she’d turned to leave, definitely putting the carousel behind her, only to find it waiting at the end of another familiar row of tents and barkers.
When they finally came, Bubbles waited at the small ticket stand, her face bright and her clothes somehow even tighter. Doug nudged his friend in the arm, gesturing to the slightly darker area between the clown’s thighs. “She’s soaked, dude, I’m telling you.” They handed their tickets back to the grinning clown. Bubbles welcomed them all and made a rubbery squeak whenever she moved to direct them to the ride of their choosing.
As the named and unnamed people took their places on the gently drifting merry-go-round, they felt the initial tingles of what was to come. Doug jumped astride a bright orange horse. Sarah stroked up and down the pole skewering the oversized badger she’d chosen as a mount. With the last ticket punched, Bubbles moved to the control booth, offering the shake of her ass as a treat to those watching her move. The pipe organ music grew louder as the electric feeling thrummed through all the participants. Every single person who had been given a ticket found their way to the carousel, thirty-two in all, ranging in age from eighteen to fifty-two. They all gripped the pole on their chosen steed and waited for something magical.
Bubbles closed the door behind her and looked down at the control panel. There were knobs for different speeds and different music, but in the end it came down to one switch that turned on the whole show. With a squeaky smile at her recruited participants, she thought of the emptiness between her legs and threw the switch.
The whole platform vibrated. Energy ran along every board and pole, adding a hum to the growing cacophony of music. The riders were in good humor, ignoring the uneasiness in their stomachs. As the carousel turned, that unease seemed to stay behind them, drifting out into the air. Giddy joy infected them as thoughts blurred along with the world around them. The ride spun faster, and Doug tried to look into the main booth. The motion appeared to trick him. Bubbles couldn’t be naked, pressing her chalk white skin against the glass while she fingered herself. Still, the idea rattled around in side his head, forcing a new kind of wanton grin onto his face.
Carla’s hands held fast around the braided metal pole that impaled her horse of choice. It’s going too fast, she thought. The momentum tugged at her clothes, pulling them tight against her body. Seconds stretched into minutes, and she stopped believing the wind was the only thing making her clothes feel tight. She stole a glace down, averting her eyes from the blur of light and sound. She’d come out for the night in a nice blouse that had shown off a conservative amount of cleavage. It began to rip before her eyes as she looked at the chocolate mountains bulging off her chest. She giggled and squeezed her boobs, enjoying the slightly vibrating horse between her thighs.
Kevin felt like he was lost in a particularly thick soup. His tongue felt thick in his mouth, and the badger between his legs got more uncomfortable by the second. He couldn’t seem to not sit on his balls. Even so, he kept his eyes on Ivy, who sat astride a white horse a few feet in front of him. He didn’t think she’d started the evening wearing nothing but a thong, but that was certainly all she had on at the moment. Her thick ass cheeks squashed out on either side of her seat, wobbling with the ever shifting momentum of the merry-go-round. Kevin’s dick got harder, and his balls all the more uncomfortable.
I like women, Judith kept reminding herself while staring at the hunk beside her. Mike’s body rippled with muscle as he tried to stay balanced on his seat. Beyond him, Sarah kept poking out her lips while smacking them together. They revolved for another minute before Sarah pulled out her tits, letting them bounce as she grinded her pussy against the ceramic animal. Judith wished it was her, especially if that lump of thick meat swelling in Mike’s pants could be shoved in her ass.
Tiffany couldn’t stop giggling because she had the naughtiest secret of all. Her black clothes had gotten tight as her boobies threatened to pop out of her top. Plenty of her ass was visible to whoever was behind her because her black, studded skirt kept getting shorter and shorter. The hard wooden seat felt good rubbing against her pussy as the ride kept turning, but the giggles were because of the small tent in the front of her skirt. She looked at Bubbles. The clown had turned around to push her naked ass and pussy against the glass booth, and it excited Tiffany exactly as they both hoped. A big, bimbo cock peaked its gooey head out as the music reached a fever pitch.
With another ethereal jerk, the ride began to slow. A few of the riders tumbled off their steeds. Others pawed at their neighbors for reasons they didn’t quite grasp. As the platform came to a full stop, Ivy looked out at the world expecting to see the lines of tents and people. Instead, she saw nothing. A vast empty lot of half grown grass stretched in every direction. She stood on wobbly legs, unconsciously yanking off the torn bits of her top, letting the warm summer air relieve the nervous heat in her swollen tits. From beside her, she heard Kevin speak. His voice boomed and sent a quiver through her pussy, “Suck, slut,” he grunted. As though a firework had gone off in her head, Ivy dropped to her knees on the wooden platform, grabbed Kevin’s ten inch dick and slurped it into her mouth, humming with happiness.
“Something’s not right,” Doug managed to say. He didn’t recognize the two women competing to suck on his balls and cock, nor did he think he knew the one rimming his asshole. He didn’t mind, naturally, but he didn’t like to make choices. His throbbing cock was comfortable dragging across the two women’s faces, but he figured he needed to stick it in one of them before long. The one sucking his right nut had slightly bigger boobs, but the one on his left nut kept pulling her plump ass cheeks apart, as though she was desperate to have a cock in it.
Nearby, Carla and Marie didn’t exactly know why they had such big milky tits, but they felt good. The behemoth version of Mike had beelined for the two moms immediately. He had his mighty paws wrapped around their fat hips, forcing their tits to squish together around his head. Their milk dribbled out over each other’s nipples whenever Mike let one of their nipples out of his mouth. He did seem like a bit of a mama’s boy, the women silently agreed. They didn’t know which of them would get to have his fat dick in her pussy first, but they didn’t mind waiting. Each suck and gush of milk made them a little wetter.
Sarah and Judith stuck their butts up in the air, waving the naked, bald pussies at any of the men or women who wanted to taste or fuck them. Their mouths were busy on the himbo hunks grunting and holding the girls’ heads in place while they fucked the hot, wet mouths. Ivy got her first blast of cum across her face. She liked her boyfriend the most, but there were so many other fat dicks for her to milk. Besides, Kevin was already sucking on the titties of some other red-headed girl. Phillip had his dick buried in a stranger’s bowels. The girl kept squealing for him to fuck her ass harder. He did his best, slapping his balls against her drenched pussy while she moaned and rubbed her tits. In between and all around each rutting pair were other nameless hunks of virile flesh writhing together. Men grunted and came, pumping cum into a sexpot who would simply gurgle and move on to the next hard cock while the man did his best to subdue his confusion at having another instantaneous erection.
“Hi, I’m Bubbles the Bimbo Clown,” Bubbles said to Tiffany as she knelt before the shimmering goddess Tiffany had become. The goth girl still had a dark aura, but bright splotches of colorful makeup adorned her face. The black and white corset stopped below her gargantuan tits, which hung over the material and wobbled from side to side as she moved. Tiffany could barely see over them, but she could see the head of her girl-dick as it stuck out past even the tips of her nipples. She could also see Bubbles rocking back on her swollen butt, spreading her legs to show off the dripping pussy waiting for its first fuck. “What’s your name,” she said with a giggle.
A motley hat jangled as it sprang into being on top of Tiffany’s head. Black lipstick dappled itself magically onto her lips as she smiled, “I’m Dimbo the Bimbo Clown. Want me to fuck you with my big fat meat stick?”
Neither bothered to say anything further. Bubbles wrapped her thighs around Dimbo’s equally thick rump as the new cock slid easily into its first pussy. The tight walls of Bubbles’s cunt gripped the oversized dick, eagerly squeezing it as Dimbo worked out how to fuck with a cock instead of only a pussy. Sensing the emptiness inside of her rutting partner. Bubbles pulled out a balloon, filled it with the moans forced out by each of Dimbo’s thrusts, and tied it off. Within a second or two it had solidified all the way through into a giant, purple cock. Working with amazing nimbleness, Bubbles slid it down between them. As Dimbo pulled back for her deepest thrust yet, Bubbles pushed the plastic balloon cock into Dimbo’s hungry pussy. They both squealed with giggling moans as cum shot into Bubbles, and Dimbo experienced a pussy orgasming and pulling tight on her new dick.
The orgasmic glow hadn’t passed before Bubbles wrapped her lips around the throbbing cock of a middle aged man who’d not had sex in over a year prior to the ride. Dimbo licked her magic dildo clean before handing it off to one of the milky moms. She needed something to keep her busy while the woman sucking her milk got eaten out by one of the other hulking men. Dimbo skipped over to the nearest free ass and shoved her cock into it, earning a squeak of surprise from the woman. The woman leaned back, moving carefully to keep the wonderful cock inside her, but also providing Dimbo the opportunity to squeeze the comically fat boobs on the woman’s chest.
Kevin wondered where his preferred slut had gone. The woman deep throating him at the moment was nice, but she kept coughing around his meat. His girl was better. She’d had a name like Flower, he thought. He sniffed, hoping to catch Flower’s scent on the air, but there was too much pussy and too much cum everywhere. He grunted, pushed the woman off his cock and turned her around. He fingers pushed deep into her asscheeks, making him gurgle a moan of satisfaction as he lowered her down onto his cock. She’d probably had a name, too, but it didn’t matter. She would get a belly full of his cum and then wander off with it running down her thighs to suck another guy’s dick clean. He did want to find Flower, though.
Sarah enjoyed the feeling of a tongue more than anything else. Five tongues, one for each of her holes and one for each of her tits, had her brain fried. The man lapping at her pussy had a wife, but she was a distant memory. He never liked eating pussy that much, but his wife’s pussy hadn’t tasted like cotton candy. Judith was the one on Sarah’s mouth. She was silently proud of herself for keeping track of her friend. Another guy came on her ass, and it made her shiver. They kept doing that when she really wanted it to be in her ass or pussy. She had enough on her already, or so she thought until a drifting woman began to lick her clean.
Dimbo watched her cock throb and shoot wads of cum up in the air as she rode some guy’s dick in cowgirl. The thick globs of white cum splashed on her taut tummy. One even shot far enough to land on her right nipple. It dripped over agonizingly slowly, rolling down the underside o f her swollen boob as she began jacking herself off again.
None of them knew how existence could be such ecstasy.
Ribbons of reality peeled away as Thaddeus arrived outside the carousel’s ring of light. Whether he found the spectacle amusing or not was lost in his wide, ever present grin. Moving like a shudder, he plucked the two clowns from the crowd. Neither of them liked the smell of rotting wood that emanated from the strange man, but they had little choice in the matter. With a snap of his fingers, they were in the control booth once again. The carousel moved, but in a slow reverse. “It will take time to put this right,” he told the clown women. “I shouldn’t have left this unsupervised. Taking so many. Dangerous. But you two. You two I will keep.”
The sounds of the carnival returned. Thaddeus returned the other riders’ old bodies, their clothes, and their senses. He let them keep the memory, too. Some of them wrote it off as a fever dream. A few blamed alcohol. But they all wandered away from the merry-go-round with a hot blush of shame in their cheeks. And all of them had peculiar, wanton aches between their legs which would never go away.
The rest of the world saw an empty carousel spring to life. A worker would go looking for Bubbles’s former self, but no one missed her much. Tiffany’s family received a giggling phone call a week later explaining how she’d joined the circus. She promised to visit home, but her father didn’t think that would be for the best. A few moments after the call, he didn’t remember having a daughter at all.
Somewhat sated, the circus’s carnal spirit bowed to its master, who in turned promised to keep a better eye on it. The rides packed away, the booths folded up, and the whole show moved on to the next town which would soon come to know the strangeness of Thaddeus’s circus and a pair of clowns.