"BIG TITTY CLOWN! BIG TITTY CLOWN!" The eggs cried out in unison. Codi groaned, but not too loudly or else it would be an audible honk again.
The pink clown trotted through the forest as quickly as his heel-running skills allowed. Even in grass, the SQUEAK... SQUEAK... of his shoes were just as imminent and obnoxious as they were on hard pavement. His thighs rubbed together uncontrollably, producing a noise similar to rubbing a balloon. The clown's suit portrayed no more than the illusion of breast support as they bounced and flopped freely, and his legs were robbed of any protection as shiny blue stockings graced half his feminine form. Absolutely everything on Lil' Miss Codi's body was in service of squeaking, honking or sexualization as this bimbo clown body became his - or rather, her - prison.
"Hmmnnnk..." Codi whimpered through her clown nose. Time wasn't on her side, and neither were the smiling eggs that kept chanting idiotic sentences.
"BIG TITTY CLOWN! BIG TITTY CLOWN!"
Her eyes darted around the swirling pink forest. For days now, Codi had been lost in some twisted distortion of reality, a place that would fit right inside an Alice in Wonderland story. Eggs smiled back at her, and one by one, would chant phrases in unison at her. Sometimes they provided clues or pointed her in a direction, other times it was just nonsense or mocking her appearance. Either way, she had no choice but to hunt them down. Trees were bent and distorted. Brick pathways kept her on track. Small islands and debris floated in the misty yellow distance. Everything was devoid of logic. It was somewhat relieving to Codi that she was not being forced to walk around like this in her world, and in some sense, she fit in quite well to her surroundings.
The witch she talked to yesterday was quite amused by Codi’s appearance and even giggled at her honking, but it wasn’t exactly to mock her. At the very least, the witch informed Codi that collecting eggs was most definitely the best course of action - as well as the only one, unfortunately.
An Easter egg hunting curse? She thought to herself. Really?
"BIG TITTY CLOWN! BIG TITTY CLOWN!"
"mmNHONK!" Codi lost her temper, gripping the basket harder as she stared blue-eyed daggers at the dummy eggs. It was a petite, frustrated honk, something that nobody would mistake as remotely threatening.
"HONK HONK! WHY SO MAD? YOU'RE SO CLOSE!"
She frowned, letting out a sad, slow honk.
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Sorry, clown fever got me again this year, except this time it's not Curse! I just went with Codi instead, or rather... Lil' Miss Codi the Clown! Muahaha! Please enjoy my short, nonsensical story. I definitely miss writing these.
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The pink clown trotted through the forest as quickly as his heel-running skills allowed. Even in grass, the SQUEAK... SQUEAK... of his shoes were just as imminent and obnoxious as they were on hard pavement. His thighs rubbed together uncontrollably, producing a noise similar to rubbing a balloon. The clown's suit portrayed no more than the illusion of breast support as they bounced and flopped freely, and his legs were robbed of any protection as shiny blue stockings graced half his feminine form. Absolutely everything on Lil' Miss Codi's body was in service of squeaking, honking or sexualization as this bimbo clown body became his - or rather, her - prison.
"Hmmnnnk..." Codi whimpered through her clown nose. Time wasn't on her side, and neither were the smiling eggs that kept chanting idiotic sentences.
"BIG TITTY CLOWN! BIG TITTY CLOWN!"
Her eyes darted around the swirling pink forest. For days now, Codi had been lost in some twisted distortion of reality, a place that would fit right inside an Alice in Wonderland story. Eggs smiled back at her, and one by one, would chant phrases in unison at her. Sometimes they provided clues or pointed her in a direction, other times it was just nonsense or mocking her appearance. Either way, she had no choice but to hunt them down. Trees were bent and distorted. Brick pathways kept her on track. Small islands and debris floated in the misty yellow distance. Everything was devoid of logic. It was somewhat relieving to Codi that she was not being forced to walk around like this in her world, and in some sense, she fit in quite well to her surroundings.
The witch she talked to yesterday was quite amused by Codi’s appearance and even giggled at her honking, but it wasn’t exactly to mock her. At the very least, the witch informed Codi that collecting eggs was most definitely the best course of action - as well as the only one, unfortunately.
An Easter egg hunting curse? She thought to herself. Really?
"BIG TITTY CLOWN! BIG TITTY CLOWN!"
"mmNHONK!" Codi lost her temper, gripping the basket harder as she stared blue-eyed daggers at the dummy eggs. It was a petite, frustrated honk, something that nobody would mistake as remotely threatening.
"HONK HONK! WHY SO MAD? YOU'RE SO CLOSE!"
She frowned, letting out a sad, slow honk.
---
Sorry, clown fever got me again this year, except this time it's not Curse! I just went with Codi instead, or rather... Lil' Miss Codi the Clown! Muahaha! Please enjoy my short, nonsensical story. I definitely miss writing these.
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Well, the trash-talking could also serve nicely as a sonar system as the eggs get more spread out!
This description adds a lot. Mmm, balloon-rubbing thigh noises.
There’s no art so great that it can’t be improved with some tasteful captioning.
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