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Clownish

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Clown in boots 🥾

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clussy this, clussy that, but would you feed me spaghetti?? OF: @circusbabie & @circusbabiefree

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does tumblr like clown girls.?

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I need to find my clown name

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have a bloody laugh, for christs sake 🤪❤️‍🩹‼️

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Do you like clown girls with thick thighs? :o)

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let me do ur makeup 🤡 OF:

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The Corrupted Queen

The following is inspired by a prompt by @womackdj-blog

When people would ask Abby what she worked at she always struggled to tell them. It wasn’t that her job was that complicated it’s just that she always had to convincingly lie to them.

She was chief researcher at a secret government facility whose specialty was dark corrupting artifacts. For decades this secretive branch had been collecting items that had corrupted someone into becoming a dark sinister version of themselves.

The items ran the gambit from the obvious to the mundane. For example there was a black latex outfit that clearly looked like something only an evil woman would wear but then there were things such as a hair scrunchy or a plain looking bracket. The common denominator with all of these though were the items ability to corrupt the wearer.

Each item would twist and transform the owner into a dark reflection of themselves often with physical enhancements. Women would get bustier and slimmer, men would get stronger taller. All would be cruel and corrupt.

Some items would take years to acquire from the user depending on any additional power it bestowed on them. Some gave the owners mind control powers others allowed the very fabric of space and time to warp to their new station in life. They would loose agents to these power wearers all the time but sooner or later the item would become the departments.

Abby’s job was to research each acquired object and find ways to copy the most powerful abilities where possible and if safe to do so. They had developed amazing tech due to her research and yet Abby couldn’t tell anyone. It made her somewhat saddened to know her work would never be acknowledged. She knew she shouldn’t focus on it though and instead just be content with her work.

Today she was getting a shipment of some parasitic hair, long black extensions that would latch onto a host turning them into a power mad maniac. Abby had to undergo years of mental training to withstand the allure of all the corrupted objects but it had paid off because as she walked into her office and passed the wall full of evil items in glass cages each whispering to her to choose them, she felt nothing. None had so much as tempted her.

She passed by earrings that offered her beauty, lipstick that offered her a silver tongue, boots the offered to crush her enemies. They all had their promises but Abby barely registered any of them. Instead she focused on the box that had been placed on her table.

It was plain looking box that hardly looked it could contain a smell let alone something deeply evil but Abby knew and trusted that these boxes could do their job. However what she hadn’t foreseen would be the agent who captured the hair to be incompetent. Under the heading of ‘threat level’ the agent had written 1 but had meant to finish it by writing 10.

As a result Abby did not take her usual precautions of applying a face mask or a light shield. So when she opened the box and a thick mound of black as night hair immediately shot out she was unprepared for it latching onto her face. It desperately searched for her scalp to bond with her. As unprepared as Abby was she was still well trained and kept the hair from venturing any more north of her face.

However she couldn’t see a thing with it on her face and desperately bounced around the room looking for the emergency alarm. As she bumped into desk after desk, wall after wall she eventually hit what she believed to be the alarm and then stumbled to the floor.

Falling to the floor she managed to rip the black hair off in half and throw it from her face. As her eyes readjusted to the light she realized the grave mistake she had made. She had not pressed the emergency alarm but had instead accidentally opened all the glass cages containing the corrupted object. Not only that but she inadvertently had put herself into the path of all the items as well.

Like the spray from a shotgun each of the items flew towards her body from their prisons overwhelming her in an instant. Starved for hosts for so long each object fought for their place on her quickly transforming body.

Jewelry of all kinds attached to her body however they could. Rings and bracelets adorned her hands, earrings filled up her ears and piercings attached themselves to even her most sensitive areas sending a pleasurable shock through Abby’s body.

“Ugh noooo got to…. Ugh…. Get… them…. Off! Have to… fight…. How good it feels!” She moaned trying in desperation to remove the items but when one was removed two more took their place.

Two large fake boobs rolled over her body until them found their new home by merging with Abby’s existing small breasts. Fishnets crawled up her legs like a spider as black knee high boots followed behind up her legs. Dark makeup covered her eyes as deep red lipstick covered her now full and pouty lips. It all was too much for Abby who’s eyes rolled into the back of her head.

She knew she should fight but her mental defences were waning. All the items promised her power and beauty. They played on her insecurities of never being recognized for her work. They told her everyone should know her name. Everyone should fear her name. The more she listened the more she loved what she heard.

“I can’t fight anymore, I don’t want to! It feels too fucking good and I’m feeling too fucking bad! Give me more! I want more! Yesssss! Make me even hotter! Even stronger! More powerful! Everyone will know and fear Queen Abigail!” She said with a cackle as she gave into the corruption of all the items letting them consume her body and soul.

A tight latex mini dress opened up like a large mouth and wrapped it’s self around Abby’s already transformed body but somehow made it even sexier. A black belt slithered around her waist pulling it tight pushing up her newly massive breasts and giving her an impossibly small waist. Finally the hair that caused all this in the first place crawled back towards her in it’s now two pieces and onto her head burrowing deep smothering her mousy brown hair turning it jet black. Two hair ties appeared tying them into high pigtails giving her hair a stylized crown like look.

Her mind was filled with the competing voices of the corrupted objects all vying for her attention. Her years of mental training not done in vain she command them to stop and all at once the replied with “Yes, Mistress.” Smirked with the absolute power she now wielded she rose to her feet slowly, enjoying how intoxicating it was to be her now.

“Mmmm yessss to think all those wasted years studying these wonderfully corrupt items when I could of used them to become the ultimate bitch. Once I take over this facility I’ll have even more deliciously evil objects to assimilate every week. Yessss it’s soooo good to be this bad.” She said with a cackle as she left the lab to start her evil scheme in motion.

Each item was now under her control and her control only. Where once they fought for supremacy over their host they now worked in unison, for her. Like a bee hive they were her drones and she was their Queen. Their Corrupted Queen.

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Pinkminded

Wearing pink is all that matters.

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Swimslave School

What started as a staff Halloween party with a little too much alcohol, soon became the new reality.

A little request from @sisybimbobella

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Win-Win?

Who said that fetish viruses have to fight each other?

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QUERY_CONVERSION

Never interrupt someone in the midst of their final conversion into perfect Units.

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Bimbos Got the Student

And I return with a new caption part of what I am now calling “Collectives at War”. If you’ve noticed, over the last two years I’ve come up with several groupings: Swimslaves, Bikinibabes, Festival Sluts, etc. etc. and for a while I’ve been making captions that pits some of these against each other.

So now you know what they are.

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UNIFIED THOUGTH. UNIFORM MIND.

I am not well versed in GIFF making, but thought to give this one a go. Inspired a little by @jamies-latex-lust, but with my own colourful twist.

You can imagine this is how the Swimslave Collective looks.

Oh, you probably don’t know much about the Collectives. Well… each one has its own rules, looks and culture about them. And they are out to transform you and everyone you know into their ranks.

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