To Clown A Thief
Part Two
A Clowntopia Tale
by Hugo Prosperio
Commissioned by vorheesfan07


It felt like days since Carrie Farmington had stepped into the store with the intention of stealing a painting, but inside a magical painting time moved differently she guessed. She surmised she probably had only been inside the painting for a few hours, but it was hard to tell. Things were starting to blur. She had seen the balloon floating in the same place for hours. She tried to make it move, but it would bob around for a few seconds then return back to it’s place. The childish giggling continued every so often, and it was driving her mad. She wanted desperately to escape, and had made a few attempts, but when she was told that if she managed to escape she’d be the size of a doll and not even her magic could restore size, well, she stayed put.

“How is any of this possible.” she thought to herself as she kicked a pebble down the dirt road. She was a prisoner in a painting and somehow she knew it wasn’t a dream or a hallucination. It was far too real.

“Hello there my kitten.” came the voice of the clown who had done this to her. She looked up and saw a giant face in the odd window in the sky.

“What do you want?” she snapped at the clown.

“Touchy touchy. Well it’s time for the rest of your lessons to begin.” Jen-Jen giggled as the painting lifted up again.

Carrie sighed. She braced herself for the movement, and still slid forward, almost falling towards the window. The world shook and twisted, and for a second, she found herself floating in mid air as the painting moved. The feeling was actually something she found partially enjoyable. As she floated, suddenly the world began to swirl around her, reminding her of how she felt going into the painting. The world around her turned to blinding white light, and she covered her eyes, and prayed for it all to stop.

And then it did.

Suddenly she looked up and she was in her living room, sitting on her couch, wearing her usual casual wear of yoga pants and a t-shirt. She glanced around and looked at the clock. Had she simply fallen asleep and not gone to the store at all? Was the painting with the crazy clown a dream? She shook her head, and made her way to the bathroom, where she promptly splashed a large amount of cold water on her face. As she stood up, she looked at the mirror and behind her was the face of the horrid clown who had placed her into the mirror.

“Christ!” she said before slipping on some spilled water.

“Oh, watch out there, kitty.” Jen-Jen said with a high lilting laughter that floated through the air and lingered, hanging onto seemingly nothing.

“It’s a dream!” she shouted.

“Kind of. Well, not really, but if it makes you feel better, it is all in your head. For the moment anyway.” She said, snapping her fingers. Suddenly the both of them were sitting on her couch.

“You see, I realized to get what I want, I need to see inside, and the best way to do that is to go inside. We are both inside your mind right now. Don’t ask me how that works, I don’t know.” she said with a wink.

“Well, get out. Leave me alone. I promise to not steal your painting and to never go back to your store.”

“It’s not really that simple, dear.” the clown replied. “You are a personal project of mine now. I am not going to let a juicy morsel like you just walk away, even if you have repented of your sins. Now stand up.” She said.

Carrie refused. Well, she thought she refused, but her body stood up without her consent.

“Ooh, I love the way those pants frame your butt.” the clown said with a mischievous chuckle. “But it’s a little small, I think.”

“What is? What are you talking about?” Carrie said with a nervous twitch of her head. She then felt an odd tingle in her ass that captured all of her attention. She glanced behind her and saw that her bottom was growing larger and rounder. She let out a small squeak and turned to face Jen-Jen.

“Oh, I am just reshaping you to fit better into my world. You are my toy now, and I am having so much fun!” her captor said as she felt the already thin fabric of her pants straining against the larger ass that it was covering. The pants split, revealing her pale flesh to the world. It jiggled as she shifted her weight, unable to move from the spot she was standing, but able to just manage to turn herself around fully to look at Jen-Jen.

“You bitch, you stop this right now.” she said through gritted teeth.

“Oh, such language. I thought we had cured you of that. How about a bar of soap, that should do the trick.” she said as a thick white bar appeared in her hand. Carrie tried to back away, but Jen-Jen shoved the soap right into her mouth. All she could do was mumble around the chunk of stuff in between her lips. She tried to spit it out, but found that only made it slip more into her mouth. It tasted awful, and she gagged on it. She looked at the clown, hoping she would take pity on her, but Jen-Jen remained silent, grinning like mad.

Carrie closed her eyes and concentrated. She then put all her effort into expelling the soap, and in a pop, it flew out of her mouth and across the room. She sighed in relief as her mouth was free. She went to yell at Jen-Jen when suddenly she hiccuped and bubbles flew out of her mouth. She covered her lips, eyes wide at what happened. Inside the bubble she saw an image of a younger her reading Nancy Drew novels in the tree house her father had built for her. She tried hard to remember this event, something so strong in her memory before today, but now it was gone as the bubble popped in mid air.

“No!” she gasped when she realized what had happened. The soap wasn’t wiping her mouth clean, it was wiping her memory clean. She tried to prevent another hiccup, but the pressure building was too much, and out another one came, this one followed by a stream of multiple bubbles. She saw her college years floating away, some high school too, and she struggled to reach out and grab for the memories, but they popped at her touch, making them vanish that much faster.

“Please...stop.” she said with tears on her cheeks. “Stop taking away my life.”

“A theft for a theft, my dear.” Jen-Jen said simply, not even smiling. Just looking at her prey with a glint in her eye, a glint that frightened Carrie more than anything had in her life.

The hiccups began to increase, and she watched her prom date walk her to the limo, she watched her graduation from college, her first attempt at a burglary, all of these memories vanishing into thin air, as she sobbed for forgiveness and mercy. Jen-Jen heard none of these cries.

Carrie then began to giggle. The emptiness inside her head was growing, and as it did, a euphoric sense of happiness began to grow. She stopped crying and began to explore her expanded ass with her hands and she smiled. “Oh, it’s nicer this way.” she said to Jen-Jen, whose smile had returned full blast.

“I agree. Much nicer. Are you feeling better, my toy.” she said

“Oh, much.” she said with a shy smile.

“Now then, back to the sculpting, I think, don’t you.” the clown said, while the girl simply nodded. Jen-Jen waved her hands and the girl’s breasts began to push forward. They weren’t small by most standards, about a C cup, but they inflated and got rounder with each second, reaching E cups very quickly, which was when Jen-Jen lowered her hands, only to raise them again and point them at Carrie’s lips. The lips instantly plumped up, then curled into a smile that rounded at the edges. Her skin was turning a shade of pink that she had she been in her right mind she would have detested. Now it was simply a curiosity with her light headed thoughts more interested in the feelings her body was giving her.

Her waist pulled in, making her look rather curvy and her hips flared a bit, accenting her grown ass. Her shorter hair undid itself from the tight hairstyle she had been wearing for her burglarly and then began to lengthen, growing down to her ass and then down to the floor. Once it hit the floor, it twisted itself into to body length pigtails that were slowly turning red. the hair at the base of her head turned pink, even pinker than her skin.

“Come closer to me,  my toy kitty.” Jen-Jen said as she let out a guttural purr-like sound. Carrie nodded and moved, at last, towards her captor, but now, she felt no fear nor anger, just a strong adoration of the clown before her. She wanted to be more like Jen-Jen, she idolized her, worshiped her. Yes, that was it. In her hazy mind, memories of doing Jen-Jen’s bidding filled her and she was so pleased with that thought. Doing the mistress’s bidding brought her pleasure of many kinds. Her lips trembled as she was pulled closer by her mistress.

“I imagine you are feeling quite lovely now, and you are rather fond of me. Good, that means it’s all working. Now, you are my toy kitty, darling, do you understand?”

She nodded, her pigtails wiggling about.

“Good. Now kiss me. I command it, toy.” Jen-Jen said, puckering her lips. Carrie didn’t need to be asked twice. She grabbed her mistress by the face and smashed her lips onto her mistresses, passion flowing between them, more passion than Jen-Jen anticipated, but she braced herself and let the kiss wash over both of them. Magic burst from Jen’s lips and moved into Carrie’s as her nose began to puff up and swell larger. It became round and ball shaped, and it touched Jen-Jen’s, the sound of the two rubbing together breaking through the soft moans and whispers of their passionate kiss.

Carrie’s eyebrows vanished and arched black lines replaced them, and she had three little hearts speckle each cheek, like freckles. She pulled away form the kiss and looked Jen-Jen in the eyes and let out a sigh of happiness. “How was I, Mistress?”

“Magnificent.” she said. “Let me return the favor.” she said as she snapped her fingers and the torn and stretched clothing on her new body vanished, leaving her pink skin naked. A patch of red hair sat neatly above her vagina, and Jen-Jen giggled as she kneeled down and ran her hand along the girl’s wet lower lips. Her trembling turned into sweet little moans that were music to Jen’s ears. She took two fingers and shoved them into the quivering sex of the new clown girl she was making and began to pleasure her. If Carrie still had her memories, she would have said this was the most pleasurable experience of her life, and without them, she just gave into the release it was giving her. Her little squeaks turned into shrieks as she let out all her feelings at once.

“OH YES.” she screamed. “FUCK YES.”

“That’s what I like to hear, toy.” Jen-Jen said.

“Please do what you want with me mistress, I’ve been a bad kitty and I need you.” she said, licking her thicker lips. Jen-Jen pushed her down onto the couch of the pretend living room of her mind and leaped on top of her. She grabbed the new clown’s ample chest, rubbing and squeezing them. Her hand made it’s way to Carrie’s wet pussy and began to probe it again, this time moving faster before. She kissed Carrie, and Carrie kissed back, the two lost in passion. With each moan, Carrie’s voice got higher pitched, and soon she was screaming loudly, not caring who heard.
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In the apartment of Chuckles the Clown, the painting sat on the wall, two girls engaged in passionate sexual relations the focal point of the piece. Chuckles looked at it and smirked. Jen-Jen was his girlfriend, but he wasn’t jealous. They had an open relationship, which he thought only appropriate. When Jen-Jen had brought the painting home, he was pleased to see her work her spell and enter the painting and thus the subconscious mind of her captive guest. He had taught her well. He simply smiled as the moaning sounds from the painting echoed through the room.

“Like music, and my girl is quite the conductor.” he joked.

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Indeed she was as over the next several hours she brought Carrie to climax at least four different times, and each time the result was more explosive as the last. Any bit of Carrie that had remained was blasted out when she orgasamed so hard she thought she might faint. The two sat up on the couch, heavy breathing. Jen-Jen’s clothing all twisted and uneven from their embrace.

“Your name was Carrie. It is no longer. Is that understood, toy?” she said.

The girl nodded.

“I think the name I’ve been calling you from the start is actually quite fitting. Kitty. Kitty the Clown it shall be.” she said, squeezing the girl’s nose, which made the name enter her mind and work it’s way there, as if it had always been there.

“Kitty. thank you for tonight.” Jen-Jen said with a smile.

“When I say it was my pleasure, mistress, I am not lying in the slightest.” she giggled.

“No, I don’t doubt that, my dear toy.” she said, giving her a peck on the cheek.

“Now then, let’s get you dressed.”

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The next day, Kitty the Clown reported for duty at The Big Top, a club owned by a friendly clown named Punch. Of the two clubs featuring dancing girls in the city, Punch held the reputation for being the most fun and agreeable club, certainly less dark and disturbing than his rival Jezzy Belle. He had a large staff of dancers, but he also enjoyed bringing in dancers of a certain celebrity, and one of those was Jen-Jen. After her rise to fame as a model, she took up dancing at the Big Top for fun. When she brought in a new friend, asking him to give the girl a job, he couldn’t say no, plus the girl was a beautiful clown. Long pink and red hair, a smoking curvy body, and the ability to dance like few of his regulars could all equaled a package he was happy to sign for.

She stood in his office, wearing a tight red dress, covered in sequins, with pink pom poms going down the front. On her feet, which were small for a clown, were clear plastic pumps with a pink lining. She wiggled her way over to him

“Thanks for the job.” she said in a high pitched sultry voice that would bring most men and some women to their knees.

“Miss Kitty, anything for a friend of a friend. And I hope soon, we’ll be friends too.’

“Oh, I don’t doubt it. perhaps when I get a break.” she said with a wink and a lick of her lips.

He grinned. “Oh, Miss Kitty, I think we are getting friendly already.” he said as he made his way to the floor to take his usual seat to watch the show. He always loved to watch a dancer take her first step on his stage, and he had a feeling that Kitty the Clown was going to be a star.

Carrie set out to steal a painting to get rich, but she found a new life where fame and money would be hers, but none of it matters. All she wanted in the end was to make her mistress happy and the look on Jen-Jen’s face after her first dance said it all. She was a success.

The End.