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ask-hannah-blog · 4 months

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Are you.... sure about all this Hannah? I mean. If the clients are happy I suppose that's what matters but... is this what they signed up for? I don't know, I'm getting some bad brain fog. Wish I just had someone to tell me what's right... urgh... feel dumb...

Goodness me. I’m gonna have to start punishing you pesky readers who think to question me.

But I’ll show some understanding since you’re obviously a confused little pet. You don’t just feel dumb, you are dumb. Dumb dumb dumb. You already have someone to tell you what’s right. It’s me! Dummy. Your queen. Even if you’re not a clown yet, if you listen to my advice you can already consider yourself one of my servants, my peasants, a dumb little minion.

So my little pea brain, I think now would be a good time to tell you more about what happened with my bimbo couple, just so you can see how dumb you were for second guessing me.

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My two pink hair Clownies see me and instantly start fucking, which is such a cute reaction! After he cums in her they both just drop to their knees and start kissing and worshiping me.

“You’re so pretty Hannah!”

“You’re so hot, my dick has been hard for you since Christmas.”

“Bambi is cute like you now isn’t she? Her skin is all white and makeupy.”

“There’s just something about your blue hair, that I can’t get out of my head.”

And I accept it all of course, because I’m a good queen, and they’re just doing what comes naturally to them. You gotta remember that my treatment is all about acceptance.

Then Bambi looks up at me with those big blue eyes. “Can we play with Ms. Kissy Hannah?”

I know exactly what she’s talking about, and who can say no to a bimbo? So I sigh and pull my shirt up to reveal the clown face I have drawn around my bellybutton. That’s permanent now by the way, for any clowns out there feeling like I’m not very freaky, don’t worry the body paint is getting out of hand.

It’s so funny how horrified Bambi was last time I told her to tongue my belly button, and now she’s asking for it, better than asking for it she’s spreading the joy to other clowns! What a good girl.

He looks hesitant though, he’s farther gone than she was when I spring this on her, but he’s still a little confused. He probably still thinks clown sex is about having sex as a clown. The little dummy. He’s giggling nervously eyes locked on the little needy hole in my stomach.

“It’s part of her therapy.” I informed him, quite scholarly. “That’s why you’re here today hubby. You see your wife has an insatiable desire to kiss girls. But you guys want to stay monogamous.”

Bambi was inching closer to my stomach, batting her eyes like she was trying to seduce the drawing.

“So we’re using Ms. Kissy here to let her express these feelings.” I smiled at her. “Go ahead dear.” Shevlet out an excited squeal and buried her tongue right where it belonged.

Goodness girl tongue inside my belly button feels so good! @_@

He’s fascinated, his dick pops up out of his pants immediately. I can tell he’s not trying to jerk it. He’s struggling a little bit. Trying to be the decent normie I’d known, Bambi’s daddy who stuck through her transformation and made it all work. Trying not to masturbate him self raw to his wife tonging her therapist’s belly. “Come on Hubby, this is part of her treatment, we have to be supportive of her.”

I pushed my clowny form of therapy into his mind. I could feel some kind of control over him. I could feel his resistance and I could feel my majestic words, my therapeutic genius navigate him around his resistance.

The gears in his head were spinning as I pet his’s wife’s head. Her pink hair was so soft, way softer than human hair. “Come join her Hubby, it’ll mean a lot to her.”

And that was that. So his tongue was buried just as deep and I was getting eaten out by a married couple, their tongues battling for the taste and texture of my belly.

And there I was basking in the pleasure of it all. Queen of the world. “You know Hubby, there are things you can do that will help satisfy Bambi’s cravings for girls. Have you ever heard of a sissy?”

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See how happy they were, how eager both of them were to participate in their treatment? That’s what healing looks like.

It’s not your fault my pet.

Like you said, you’re dumb.

You need some to tell you what’s right.

Actually, no even that’s wrong dummy.

You don’t need to know what’s right, just who’s right.

Right?

And it’s me.

You know it’s true.

You can count on me, you can rely on me, you can wait on me.

Yes you can.

Good pet.

Good pet for nodding along, for smiling, for using that deficient little brain to realize that I’m the one who makes your life make sense.

It’s okay to feel horny at me telling you all this.

It makes sense.

And if there’s something I tell you that doesn’t make sense, then you should discard that part of your life that makes it feel wrong.

For instance:

You’re just a dumb little clown peasant in my wonderfully clowny kingdom.

You have two options.

Either I’m right, and that statement makes sense.

Or I’m right, and that statement doesn’t make sense.

You know what to do then, right?

Surely even my dumbest minion knows how to obey, right?

So obey!

Take that part that doesn’t make sense and make it make sense. Be a clown! Be dumb. Serve me.

Easy as 1…2…3!

You don’t even have to take off your shoes to count that high!

1…2…3

Clown

1…2…3

Dumb

1…2…3

Obey

Good pet, good clown.

Now just as a warning you may start to feel sick, over the next week, but that’s okay. Just know it will help you be happier on the other side! That’s a nice thought huh?

And about the brain fog, have fun with it. It’s only scary if you fight it. Let those though ideas melt into vapor. What color is your brain vapor? It’s pretty isn’t it? Breath it in, touch it, taste it. Mmmmm isn’t that nice? Nice and dumb, nice and foggy. It’s actually a good thing isn’t it? Fuzzing up those worries, those anxieties, those long nasty words.

Mmmmmmmmmmmm.

I hope that answers your question!

Ms. Hannah.

#transformation #mind control #ask blog #hypnosis #clowntf #clown girl #clown

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hhoneyribbons · 2 years

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blood stain star sewed sweater:: ledger joker ! X reader :: fluff

summary : you got bored on a cold day while joker was out . so you did some chores and found one of his dirty sweaters so you fixed it for him but he hates it ... secretly will wear it forever .

A/N : hello luves ! so this is my first ever imagine so pretty please be nice ...I think I did soo bad but I really liked the idea and there are rare imgines were joker is soft, i know hes not all mushy but i thought it was a fun idea and i hope you enjoy <33

word count : 560

On a very cold November day you sat on a brown ragged out sofa waiting for J to come home from one of his “missions “ joker was never the soft cuddly type but you knew he had a soft spot for you in his dark heart ... joker also is a dressy man never really cared for slouchy clothes.

You being bored out of you mind decided to do some house chores.. which was VERY needed , so you start to pick up the laundry and notice a slightly ripped white sweater at the collar with blood stains,

you smiled at the thought of a mad man wearing something as soft as a cats fur... So you think of a sweet gift for J grinning as you do so , you grab your sewing kit and sit on jokers side of the bed you felt the cold breezy air as you left half of the window up and started to sew jokers clean but stained sweater ...

Blood dripped from Ur finger as you accidentally poke yourself while sewing stars into the sweater almost finishing up jokers gift , you wondered if he would even wear it being the tough cookie he is . you put the finished sweater down on the bed and tiredly rubs your eyes as the moonlight is spotted thorough the window.

you turn on ur side your finger still dripping as you fall into a soft sleep curling up with the blanket.... ‘ 20 minutes later ‘

joker walked through the door yelling “ daddy's home !! “ he giggles to himself looking around for you he walks to the bedroom door hearing snores and he bust the door open “ wakey wakey doll 1 “ he said licking his lips .

you open ur eyes looking up at a J .. “ joker ! “ you say smiling leaping up pulling him to a hug , he looked at you with soft brown eyes ‘mm some-one missed me ‘ he says in a soft clowny voice

your heart melts in joy of feeling jokers warmth and so your filled of warmth brain remembers the gift “ ohh I made you something j “ you said while grabbing the sweater and gives it to him watching his reaction watching a grin fall onto his red lips “ mm oh toots you shouldn't have “ he says popping the T his eyes in mockery of the sweater

you pout and huff ‘ oh come on j , its reallyyy special “ you say giving him puppy eyes begging him ... ‘ doll.. I hate this damn thing” he grumbled but stood up undressing his top clothes and pulling the sweater over his greasy curls and turns to look at you his eyes and face filled with hate

‘ it looks so good j , here look ‘ you say giggling and pulls him to a mirror standing behind him ..’ see it looks so softtt’ you hummed as you rub the arm of his new hated sweater ‘ mm i prefer rough and leather ‘ he smirked at you in the mirror noticing your now rosy blushing cheeks

you pulled him to the bed rolling your eyes ‘ i like it now cuddles ‘ you say laying ur head on his chest and closes ur eyes feeling him relax a bit ..you slowly feel the sleepyness coming to you only to hear a soft clowny whisper ..

“ I love you doll.. thanks for the ugly sweater “ he grumbled ...

T H E E N D

#heath ledger #heath ledger joker #heath ledger x reader #ledger joker x reader #ledger joker #the dark knight imagines #heath ledger imagines #ledger joker imagines #ledger joker fluff #ledgersdoll

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throwthatawaysteve · 6 years

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So this one time I almost fought a chicken.

New Orleans is a place that exists, it's literally a place where people are supposed to let their inhibitions go out the window. So the first time I went there I had this very much in mind.

I roll in to "the clown house" (the only place I knew anybody at for a thousand miles) at like 5:30 to a crowded living room/ show space comprised of furniture rummaged from the garbage, a stage built from who even knows what, and roughly 46 dirty kids and clowny punks half of which have dogs wearing bandanas and vests my dog Jax (short for Michael or samuel L Jackson depending on my mood) is super underdressed and kind of antisocial so he mostly hangs out in my van. It was Mad Max crossed with the circus. I announced my entry by loudly proclaiming "I've never been to New Orleans who's gonna give me acid?" As one sometimes does.

Because it was the clown house and I am one that whole heartedly believes in the phrase "when in Rome" I had my friend Katye Paint my face in the best hobo clown face she could in preparation for the witches parade. About two thirds of the way through my face paint beard a guy by the name of Duck comes in to the clown house handcuffed to a friend asking if "anybody wants to buy the two hits of ninja acid" he had.

Serenfuckingdipitous my guy "ME" I yell from across the room. We haggle prices and he cuts me a deal because i'm the plug for bud. I take the ninja acid and wash it down with bag wine. I should note at this time all I had ingested that day was bag wine half of a deli sandwich and between 12 and 20 blunts. Okay so i'm shwilling the bag wine extra hard because "fuck it i'm about to be tripping face and i'm in Nola."

Duck and my friend are still very much attached at the wrist and invite me to go on a liquor run before everyone (solid group of like 20 punks) go to the French quarter to take part in early Mardi Gras adventures. I of course agree because again, party. I go to get in dude's car and straight up it's the fucking A Team van. I climb in the back and he flips on the blue running lights and to top it all off he even plays the fucking A Team theme song. I've drank most of a 5 liter bag of wine in about 4 hours now (definitely shared a bit) and I black right the fuck out.

I come to long enough to remember laughing on a street corner for a couple seconds, again because I was walking through the middle of a group of flag twirlers and couldn't quite grasp the way all of them were spinning (I got hit in the face at least 10 times)

I finally come to several hours after the parade and flag twirlers.

I have no fucking clue where I am. Only that there are factories to my right i'm on way too much drugs and i'm stuck on a porch. When I say stuck, I mean I literally couldn't figure out how to work my legs to stand up off of this step. I try, and I try, and I try, no matter what my brain and my legs aren't communicating enough to work together.

"Whatever it's New Orleans people are drunk and do weird shit all the time, I'll be fine until my legs work again" I tell myself.

Man I would have just signed a lease and fucking moved in because my legs weren't working worth shit. Bad news is this house was very much occupied, I know this because there I was stuck on the porch, trying to walk when a taxi rolls up. Out of the taxi pops a perfectly respectable hip girl in her early 20's all dressed up for the parades. She absent mindedly fumbles with her keys straight to right where the fuck I was sitting.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING ON MY PORCH"

"I HAVE NO CLUE, I'M ON A LOT OF DRUGS AND JUST STUCK HERE, I'M SO SORRY"

Paralysis. Cured.

My legs work again. The last thing I saw before stumbling as fast as possible in the opposite direction was this poor thing freaking the fuck out throwing her keys up and down trying to get in her house. (If you're reading this i'm so sorry, I was on way too much drugs)

Okay so i'm like half a block away from this crazy encounter on the porch. I puke, cry a little bit, reflect on the nihilistic irony of the situation, and decide that the only path forward is to go with the flow and just wing it.

I start walking down the street using the ole reliable dirty kid gps (basically just yelling the intersection of the house I was supposed to be staying at at the top of my lungs)

"HEY WHO KNOWS HOW TO GET TO MUSIC AND VILLERE"

To my favor it worked surprisingly well for it being like 5:30 in the morning. Out of a trash heap on the side of the road a strapping young lad covered in filth from months of hopping trains dirty face yells "you looking for the clown house? "

"FUCK YES I AM! How could you tell?" He dejectedly pointed to his face then my own, reminding me in no uncertain terms that porch lady had definitely been on the shiiit end of that interaction.

"5 blocks that way turn left and it's another 6 blocks"

"Okay, cool. I'm gonna need you to repeat that like six more times because i'm on a lot of drugs and my brain isn't working right."

He did.

I'm off through the ninth ward. Boarded up houses and above ground cemeteries are everywhere definitely giving this trip a spooky vibe. I make it about two blocks before I have to ask directions again.

I see a guy stumbling towards me so I decide to ask him. "I'm from Tennessee baby, and just as lost as you are" he chuckles and nearly folds in half from the hilarity of what he just said. Okay shit I guess we'll just be lost together. I stay going down the street in the same general direction, not even remotely sure of where I was going.

Two more kids have me directions but pointed the opposite way from where I was going. Another 4 blocks and i'd be back to my van and my dog.

I made it all the way back to the intersection of the punk house where I parked.

There. Is. A. Three. And. A. Half. Foot. Rooster. Blocking the driver's door to my van.

I yell at the chicken. It yells back. I jump at it. It's not scared of me at all, and I know it. I think to yell for my dog jax who is conveniently passed out in my van so he can scare the chicken"

I'm still tripping really fucking hard and kinda freaking out "Samuel L Jackson!" I yelled in the loudest voice I could manage.

"Who's accosting my chicken?" I hear from a couple cars down.

No fucking way has somebody been watching me and the chicken go at it this whole time?

No. Turns out chicken was a pet of one of the neighbors at clown house. Dude had a pet chicken named samuel L mother fucking Jackson. So face tats comes to get his psychotic fucking chicken and I finally get in to my van.

I'm pretty sure I sent out 453 texts explaining my whole adventure to everybody I knew back home because they definitely met up and rolled on the floor dying at my misadventures as they pierced everything together.

So yeah, that's pretty much the time I went to New Orleans and almost got murdered by a chicken. I'm still convinced it wasn't a normal bird, thing looked at me with ice in its veins.

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ask-hannah-blog · 5 months

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Hey.... "Pretzel" again.

I'm gonna be honest this might be kinda TMI but I need to get this out of my chest real bad so here goes.

After that incident at the store, I've been trying really hard to just move on and forget about it. Still though to do that I knew I should delete whatever weird ass "Toe Cleavage" photos I took of this random woman's feet. The problem is, as soon as I open my phone gallery and see the photos I get so fucking embarrassed! I get red-faced from how ashamed I am and then, of course, the fucking clown brain gets me horny!!!

Then a huge fart comes out of my titanic tush and I instantly pop a boner!

FUCKKKK!!!! Ugh, so there I am rubbing myself up and down and eventually I can't take it and I just whip it out. I'm gonna be honest for the past few days I've been kinda neglecting to look after my dick and I think the poor thing was a little antsy to get some action again. So I got no choice but to alleviate my... "tension". I get to it and that's when I finally notice it. I take care of myself so I never really had a particularly smelly penis, but then the thing just hits me with its full-on musk and that's when I realize something else: my dick smells like a hot wiener. Joy.

I can't say I particularly cared at the moment though since I was busy coating my phone's screen with a gallon of cum. I dunno if it was the Estrogen, the clown flu, or me just not spanking it for a while but I was GUSHING.

So obviously once I was done I got to work wiping it all off, especially off my phone. Then a naughty idea struck me:

"what if you just licked it off your phone?"

Despite recognizing the foreign thought, I was still horny so I mentally shrug and go along with it.

Guess what? My jizz tastes like mayonnaise. Good mayo too. So when I'm done lapping that up and I'm nice and satisfied I sit there in my post-nut clarity with one extra craving in my mind: "I could use my own cum as dressing on the stuff I eat." That thought alone makes me feel all loopy and happy and giggly.

So yeah, it was a bit of a crazy evening for me. Have I mentioned how freaking weird clowns are? Cuz my God are we extra with the weirdness sometimes.

The gas is here to stay btw, so screw me I guess! Pretzel out. Have a great day Hannah. Hope I didn't get you too worked up with this.

Pretzel! 🥨

You’re getting so savory with your musky weinie and mayo cum! Hyuck! Or should I say Hyum! Hehe.

It’s always a pleasure to hear from you it sounds like you gave your stuffies quite the show! Next time you should get them in on the show, and put the in the splash zone! Maybe they’ll grow their own little stuffy dildos and fleshlights! Then they can join in on your act.

I think maybe the flu isn’t planning on helping you transition after all. I’m just saying that because generally TFs don’t change things they plan on getting rid of. So if you’re getting a hot dog musk and increasing mayo production, I think the transformation has BIG things in mind. Strange that it’s happening if you’re still on estrogen but I’m beyond trying to understand this mess.

Hehe it really must have some really hot toe cleavage if it’s enough to make you dumb and forget what you’re doing. I almost want to see it! Hehe.

Hmmm if looking at it is distracting you, how are we gonna delete it I wonder…hmmm. I’m open to tips from the audience at that one. My suggestion is to throw that phone into the cornfield and run! But not everyone breaks phones as often as me!

Hehe I’m thinking about your friend on the phone. I wonder if she can sense the crazed half-clown jerking off to her

HOT

TOE

CLEAVAGE

Hehe hyuck I wonder what she’d think. I bet she’d be freaked out, knowing her feet are getting drenched in gallons ofclown cummies every time you look at them!

Ugh it makes me so sad everyone in your little town thinks you’re a freak! I wish I could just bring you home and let you sleep on the couch.

I wish you had a friend over there, or at least a clowny little servant like my Daisy.

Hmmm…

If I did have any psychic clowny powers, I’d send all my vibes towards the lady in that picture. I’d bombard her with clowny waves, so that next time you see her in line she’ll be buying pretzels, hotdogs and Mayonnaise because she’s just been having the STRANGEST cravings! Then you’d know she’s ripe for plucking! Hyuck!

Hehe ha…

But yeah, that foot bomb is crazy with how hard it hits, I felt like I was going crazy at first. But having been though it I do understand what the clowns were telling me when they said it was inevitable I should just accept it, because being in denial of it, it just felt like it was growing and growing inside of me until I popped and became a foot fiend or something. But now I’m just like “Oh I just have a foot fetish, I can manage this.” At least so far, I know some people never get over that it and just become mindless feet fappers.

I guess what I’m saying is i recommend you accepting the hot toe clevage and seeking out material other than that poor woman’s foot so you can develop the fetish at your own pace and not exploding like I did. Just worried if your only exposure to it is an illicit picture you took of a woman without her knowing that behavior might get hardwired in. Don’t want you becoming some creepy stocker clown following ladies around with a camera for the perfect shot of their feet to add to your cum drenched photo wall.

Boy I have a lot to say, I just like keeping up with you Pretzel!

Okay last thing.

I love you just ripping ass before going to town on yourself. That’s just full on hedonism, pig stuff. Just announcing to the world “hey I’m here to fuck! Lol. You know, so long as you’re not just huffing your own gas while shaking hands with the mayor I think it’s fine. It’s a normal bodily function, so being a little gassy is nothing to be embarrassed of.

Until next time Pretzel! We’re all rooting for you. Hehe we’re all tooting for you! 😂

Ms Hannah!

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ask-hannah-blog · 5 months

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The sleep study is turning out to be more interesting than I expected. L.O.A labs is very impressive. They hooked me up to these diodes that let a pair of technicians view my dreams. All while they monitored my brain activity for psychic activity.

So all of this happened under their watchful gaze.

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Making her big Debut!

Ms. Honkers!

The crowd went wild!

I was shoved and stumbled out into the middle of an arena. It was half-filled with woooing and excited clowns.

Oh god it was time for our routine! I didn’t even get to practice. I was in nothing but a medical gown. This was so embarrassing!

I shuffle forward and noticed two figures waiting for me in the center ring.

Cassidy

And Gimmick.

He was out of his orange jumpsuit, and was wearing a maroon suit with a top hat. “There she is, isn’t she beautiful folks?”

There was whistling, and hooting for me. “What’s going on?” I asked, trying to cover myself from the prying eyes of the clowns.

The Villian grinned, a wide horrible thing. “We’re here to Celebrate Cassidy here becoming a permanent part of my collection!”

“Yeeeee-Haw! Sure are sugar.” She smiled at me. “Yer my very beth clowny friend! I had to share this moment with ya!”

No way. “I’m not playing around with this.” I turned around and made a run for it, the whole arena started booing. I immediately felt like a shame and failure, the audience was unhappy with me!

“We got a live one!” Cassidy wooped, and laso’d me like a true cow girl. She dragged me back over towards her and before I could do anything plopped that stupid dunce cap back on my head. “There howth that feel?”

“Duuuuuur.” I drool on the ground beneath me.

Cassidy giggled. “She’th a thlow learner, but I reckon she’s be a fine clown one day!”

Gimmick gave Cassidy a spank on the ass, which caused her to fart. “With a teacher like you? I have no doubt. Why don’t you show me what you’ve been working on?”

“Yeth Thir!” Cassidy gave a playful salute and then stood me up on my feet. “Hey, Hannah, ready to show all your friendth the trick I learned you?”

“Hehe um… duuuuh.” My tongue fell out of my mouth, and I just stood there smiling waiting for her to use me.

Which she did.

She placed a few balls in my hand and told me to juggle. I did what she asked and started tossing those balls around like an expert.

The crowd went wild. Their cheers, and woops made me smile and giggle. I was getting wet and horny just by performing for them.

“Taught her ma thelf!” Cassidy beamed, pulling out a large dildo from her cowboy hat. “Now leth thee if we can teach her a new trick!” She gabbed my gown and ripped it off. “Squat Honkers, squat!”

I obeyed like a dog, and bent me knees, barley noticing that a few clowns in the audience were throwing more items at me to juggle. Bowling ball pins, bags of popcorn, a big clown shoe. I added them all to my routine without a sweat.

Cassidy crouched down, and gently inserted her dildo inside of me. It was girthy, enough to fill me up, but longer than what I could take by at least a foot.

“Keep that in ya’ll.” Cassidy instructed, so I clenched down on the intruder to make sure it didn’t go anywhere. “Now dance pretty!”

I giggled and started thrusting my hips, which made the dildo wag back and forth between my legs like the world’s lewdest tail. I was doing an idiot dance for all these clowns and perverts and none of them were enjoying it more than me. I was humiliated, hysterical, and hornier than I’d ever been in my life.

The audience was losing their mind. Clowns around the arena were fucking and masturbating. There were pops of confetti all around the arena as clowns came to my disgusting performance.

Eventually it’s all too much for me, I’m so wet my clenching just pushes the dildo right out. It lands on my feet like a wet turd. Then for no reason at all I step on the dildo, it rolls out from under my foot, and I fall to the ground. Everything thing else falls with me, and everyone is in stitches.

“I’d say you taught her well, my sweet.” Gimmick Grins and kisses Cassidy on the cheek.

She groans from any affection from him. “Aww schucks, itth juth an honor to be able to teath new clownth old trickth!”

He likes that answer, and produces a chair for her to sit on. “It’s time.” She sits down on the little throne, naturally a fart rings out across the arena, can’t miss a chance for a good Whoopie cushion joke. And then I see him pull out a red clown nose from his pocket.

My fall had knocked my dunce cap off, so I could slowly feel my iq rising, and I was lucid enough to know that there would be no going back after she accepted it. “Cassidy no.” I groaned, getting to my knees. “Think of everything he’s taken from you, you have to wake up from this.”

Gimmick tisked at me. “And you were doing so well Hannah, can’t you just be happy for your friend during her big moment? Cassidy?”

She smiled. “Don’t worry, I know what honkers wants.” She bent down and pulled the boot off one of her feet.

Her pale foot was naked, no socks or anything. Just a coat of sweat seperating her sling from the leather. “Remember these?” She asked, wiggling her toes they shone under the big top lights. “You gave them to me, and I wanted to share my big moment with you.” She held her boot out to me. The air around it shimmered. I don’t know if it was heat or… stink. “Come on Hannah, won’t you clown around with me?”

I felt my face pulled into her boot like a magnet. Something in me broke, I don’t know what. I inhaled like it was the last breath I was ever going to get. I felt like all the heat in that boot went into me, I mean I caught on fire. My eyes rolled back, my spine shivered, my skin prickled, my cunt throbbed, I thought I was going to pass out it was so intense. And it STUNK! There was nothing pleasant about it at all, just sweat and leather. It was like how pain can be pleasurable, but with a smell, a rancid awful smell.

“Oooooooooooooh!” I moaned grabbing the boot for myself like it was an oxygen mask.

“Now now.” Cassidy kicked it out of my hands, and put her foot there instead. “It’s better from the source.”

It was all over for me. My nose was between her toes in an instant. I thought I was going to die if I didn’t come with that awful stink in my nose. Is I reached around for that stupid dildo, and pumped it inside of me.

She was earthy, her feet smelled like sweat, dirt, and something sweet like molasses… maybe baked beans. I loved it, it made my eyes water, and my stomach churn but it couldn’t get enough. It was just feet, and I feel like I could put up with anything as long as I was doing it for feet.

They were both satisfied that I was pacified, and they were right. I couldn’t even think of saving Cassidy. If I thought about her going full clown it was only to hope that her feet would get stinker, sweatier, bigger. I was hugging her foot to my face, kissing it more passionately than any boyfriend or lover I’d ever had.

While I was doing this, Cassidy was experiencing her coronation. Gimmick to the clown nose in his hand and gently placed it on Cassidy’s nose. After just a moment it was her nose. She shuddered happily as it honked. Markings appeared on her face a little gold star. I could feet her feet throbbing against my tongue, and I assume the rest of her body was too. Changing throbbing cumming.

Becoming.

It’s all too much for me. I feel like my brain is short circuiting. I’m blacking out, waking back up, blacking out again and it’s all just feet feet feet.

I think I’m coming but I don’t know for sure.

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When I wake up I’m in a puddle of my own juice. I feel like I’ve had the best rest of my life. I feel horny, but I don’t touch myself. I remember that I had a team of people watching that whole thing, monitoring my brain, watching my, cum or at least want to come.

I wait for them to come get me, or say something over the speaker, but a few moments pass an there’s nothing.

So eventually I get up, put on my clothes and exit the room. There I see the technicians who were watching me on the floor. They look pale but not sick.

They laughing uncontrollably, idiotically like there’s no thought behind their eyes at all. Their shoes and socks are scattered around the room. Discarded, hanging from monitors, and their legs are wrapped around eachother. They’re sniffing, and licking eachother’s feet, as best they can between the laughter.

And

And…

Guys…

I think I have a foot fetish…

#transformation #mind control #ask blog #hypnosis #clowntf #clown girl #clown #feet

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Yo, Pretzel again! 🥨🤡

First of all, thanks a ton for the info on the estrogen! I was getting kinda scared in regards to some of my... growth. I guess that explains some things. I'm lucky you were there because with the way things were going, I think I would have stolen your right to be called "Honkers" lol

It's not too bad, at least. Always wanted a big butt and aside from the sound effects and the bumping into stuff, it's been alright so far. Well, okay, I've been kinda gassy these past few days, but I've also been eating like crap. So I'm sure the toots and burps are just passing through. At least I hope😬😵‍💫😣

Shame about the estrogen, but I get the feeling that he flu will do the transitioning for me anyhow. I guess I was just hoping my transition could still be something I took control of instead of the flu. Ah, well...

Main reason I'm sending an update is because of a definite clown life update from yesterday.

I was getting some groceries, being the anxious bundle of nerves. I usually am in public (not super clowny, I know...) and just stared down at my phone, waiting my turn with the cashier. The woman in front of me was wearing a cute pair of heels, nothing too crazy, close toed and everything. I took a closer look at them and expected my next thought to be something like: "Wow, nice shoes!"

Instead, what popped into my head was: "That's some hot toe cleavage!"

Toe cleavage?!?!?!!? What the fuck is toe cleavage?!!!!??! And why was I slobbering over seeing some stranger's toes???? As she walked in front of me I kept trying to catch a glance at the back of her heel in hopes I would get a peek at her soles when she took a step. What the fuck. I tried to focus back on my phone and noticed the camera app was open. Don't need to tell you what happened there.

I hadn't had a single sexual thought about feet my whole life. Not one. Never found feet to be a turn-on. Then again, neither did swallowing dildos like they were trick swords.

This stuff is freaking crazy! I wanted to apologize so badly, but I didn't want to freak her out, and truthfully, I didn't want her to see my huge dumb teeth...

I guess that's how it starts. First, I'm drooling over whatever toe cleavage is, and then eventually, I'm licking my own toes clean in utter ecstasy.

#Clownlife, Woop woop....

Hope you're having a better time than me, Hannah.

much love ❤️ ✌️💝👋💜

Pretzel! What are we going to do? 🥨

😩

I’m right there with you. Someone, I’m unfortunately think Daisy must have let one of my bimbo clients in on my new… sigh… fetish. She spent half the session rubbing her feet, and pink high heels complain about how “they’re all hurty I wish someone would wub them…”

I was barely able to stop myself from going “Yahooooooooo!” And diving in!

My brain is just telling me “you’re a perverted cartoon now, act like it.”

BUT as sexy as that foot clevage might be, ya gotta delete that picture. Even if we’re losing our minds we have to remember not to involve people that aren’t consenting to it. That’s what seperates us from the villians.

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My hand just typed out “Send me the pic before you do!” Nice to know I can’t trust my hands now.

We gotta meet up girl, I NEED to smell those pretzel toes and dip them in cheese!

Nope nope, not me, not that.

What I meant to say you have my sympathy for going this alone, and I’m sorry it took the control you felt over your transition from you. I don’t know how anyone feels in control of any of this shit.

And I don’t know where this Honkers stuff is coming from. I am still flat as a board lol.

Anyway, love hearing from you. Best of luck, I’m not sure how many of these I have left in me.

#transformation #mind control #ask blog #hypnosis #clowntf #clown girl #clown #feet

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