An A-Maze-ing Christmas Carnival (MCTF) (Patreon)

Hey folks.

December's passing by quite quickly now, huh? Next story I post should be on Christmas Eve! Man, where did the year go. Hope you're all safe out there - enjoy this merry tale of mesmerizing mischief in the holiday season!

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“Come one, come all,” the crier called – a woman dressed in the unmistakably festive garb of a Christmas elf, a green cloth tunic, stockings, curled black shoes and a pointed green hat (with red trim and a bell, of course). She even had pointed ears that looked so real it was easy to think they weren’t part of her costume. “For this week only, enjoy the perfect winter wonderland experience and the Christmas Carnival! Rides, games, treasures and delights, we’ve got it all, along with plenty of peace and good will! Indulge in the holiday spirit of giving and making merry!”

Spirit of giving? Violet snorted at the idea. Don’t make her laugh. Christmas wasn’t about giving, it was about getting - and about finding out who wasn’t a good enough friend to buy you something properly expensive.

“And here I thought this place couldn’t get any more cliché,” the dark haired woman muttered, shaking her head. “They’ll be telling us to leave cookies out for ‘Santa’ soon.”

“I know what you mean, Vi.” Helen, a blonde never far from Violet’s side, nodded, ever the eager little sycophant. “Honestly, it gets worse every year.”

“They could at least put some effort into the decorations,” Kelly, the brunette to her right, agreed, rolling her eyes at the tinsel and snowflakes hung overhead.

“Well that would involve them spending the money they make instead of putting it in their pockets,” Beverly, bringing up the rear, added her two cents. The dark-haired heiress would probably have been in charge of their little group of friends if Violet hadn’t been around – she had some charisma to her. But Vi had the stronger personality by far, so it was her that everyone else listened to.

The small squad of ladies might have been an odd fit for the Christmas carnival, dressed as they were for a night on the town, not a night cavorting around stalls and carnival games. That was for a good reason – their stop at the carnival wasn’t their intended destination. In fact, the quartet had planned a fine night out, but a few burst pipes had caused closures up and down the club scene in town, and after a few drinks, the carnival had seemed like an amusing replacement.

Of course, as soon as they’d arrived, amusement had turned to snark, and none had been more vicious than Violet. There wasn’t a stall attendant she hadn’t mocked, nor a display she hadn’t scoffed at. She’d been even worse at some of the stage shows. She’d heckled the nativity, and called out every trick the magician had tried to perform. Hmph, ‘The Great Magnfico’, her ass.

Possibly she was just feeling a little vindictive, having been fired from her job earlier in the week. Others would say she was fired precisely because of this unpleasant attitude of hers, and this was just Vi being Vi. Either way, she was certainly enjoying herself.

So it was with smug amusement riding high that she and the girls returned to the games area of the carnival, ready for another round of mocking the pathetic prizes and the gaudy Christmas decorations. But before they could start, Something caught Violet’s eye. A woman in a fancy green dress, practically a ballgown, very unsuitable for an outside carnival, talking with one of the attendants. Every now and then the two would glance over in the group’s direction – or towards Vi specifically. Now what could this be about?

It looked like she’d get an answer quickly. After a moment more of hushed conversation, the woman in the green ballgown nodded, and then stepped away from the attendant, striding across the carnival grounds towards the quartet.

“Good evening, ladies.” She greeted the four with a polite smile. A rather attractive woman, with warm brown hair and piercing green eyes, she was hard to ignore, and despite themselves she immediately had all four women’s full attention. “Enjoying the Christmas Spirit?”

Vi smirked with disbelief. Who the hell was this woman, and why did she think she had the right to talk to her? Ugh, this place really was the worst. “Oh sure. Lots of cheap glitter and tacky fake snow. What says Christmas better than that?”

Her followers burst into meanspirited giggles on cue. She’d trained them well. But annoyingly, the ballgown woman didn’t look the least bit deterred by her scorn.

“Oh, that is a pity,” she said. “But perhaps I can make it up to you, miss Violet?”

Vi blinked. How did this woman know her name? She certainly hadn’t given it. Hmph, she must have heard it somewhere. “Make it up to me, huh? What, does this stupid carnival belong to you or something?”

The other woman’s smile widened, and she bowed her head in a nod. “Oh yes, I am the owner. My name is Marina. A pleasure to meet you, I’m sure.”

Hm. “I’m sure.”

“And as the owner,” the brunette continued, “I hate to think of any of our guests going unsatisfied. But I think that even you would come to appreciate this place and its charms if you experienced what it truly has to offer.”

Vi raised an eyebrow. Someone – maybe Helen – might have said something, but she wasn’t paying them any attention right now. It wasn’t like their opinion ever mattered anyway. “What it truly has to offer? And what might that be?”

Marina chuckled. “A game,” she said, her eyes glittering. “A simple, but enjoyable game.”

“A… Seriously?” The dark-haired guest looked around. There were games everywhere here – and none of them were impressive. “I think I’ve seen your games, Marina, and I’m not impressed.”

“Oh, I don’t mean these.” The brunette shook her head. “These are games for regular guests. The one I’m talking about is for more discerning visitors. Higher stakes, but higher rewards, too.”

Rewards, huh?

Vi sniffed derisively, but part of her was intrigued. After all, who was more discerning than her? She certainly liked people giving her the respect she was due. And given her current career prospects, having a bit of extra cash in the purse wouldn’t be a bad thing. Not that she expected much from a Christmas carnival, of course…

Marina seemed to sense her interest. “We’ve had a few contestants tonight already, but so far none of them have come close to the grand prize. I wonder if you’d find more success…”

“Oh? And sort of grand prize might that be?” What were they offering? Like, a car or something? She could be down for that.

But the other woman smirked. “Why, your heart’s desire, of course.”

What? What kind of nonsense… Tch. Well, maybe if she won she could sue them for false advertising or something.

“Uh huh.” Vi flipped her long black hair back, obviously dismissive. “Well, tell you what. I’ll play your little game, and take your grand prize – but if I’m not impressed, you’ll refund me the cost of my entry ticket as well.”

Maybe it was a little petty, but she doubted any ‘grand prize’ the place could produce would be worth her time. May as well get her money back.

Mariana’s grin widened, her eyes glinting. “Deal.”

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“So what is this ‘game’, anyway?” Vi asked, already bored as she was led into one of the carnival tents. The other ladies had been taken away, presumably to watch the game from the audience or something.

“The rules should be self-explanatory once you begin,” Mariana answered, her voice as polite as ever – though the dark haired guest still felt like there was a hint of smugness in there somewhere. No matter – she was sure she could handle anything this woman threw at her. “You’ll understand once you step through here.”

The brunette came to a stop next to a large green door, gesturing to it with one arm. Curious, Vi stepped closer, pulling said door open. On the other side was-

“Take a look!” The guest felt a sudden hard push to the small of her back, and found herself tumbling inside. The door slammed shut behind her, locking with an audible click.

“Wha- Hey, you didn’t need to shove!” Vi grumbled, glaring at the door. Oh, she was absolutely going to be taking this stupid carnival for all it was worth…

But first, this stupid game. Mariana had said it would be self-explanatory, hadn’t she? So what was she supposed to do here?

The (former) office worker looked around, and then sighed. Okay, yeah, this was pretty obvious. She was standing in a small room with five exits – two on the left wall, two on the right, and one directly in front of her. The first four led off into twisty corridors or weird junctions, while the fifth, the one in front of her, was locked off, sealed by a red and white barred gate. Like a candy cane. Because festive, get it?

Ugh. Predictably, the whole place had that tacky, cheap feel to it. The walls were made out of wobbly plywood, painted red and green, or occasionally silver. The floor was mostly sawdust. A game for ‘discerning’ visitors? Ha.

There were four plinths in front of the candy cane gate. Obviously, she was supposed to find four keys or objects or whatever to place on them, unlock the gate, and exit. For all the hype, this was clearly just a Christmas themed maze challenge.

Y’know, she hadn’t expected much, but she was still disappointed.

Well. Whatever. The door behind her was locked. The door ahead of her was locked. She only had one option – solve the maze, and get out. How hard could it be? An intelligent woman like her should be able to solve this literal child’s play in a couple of minutes. Then she could get back to insulting this crummy carnival to her heart’s content – with a full refund!

So, rolling her eyes, Violet turned and headed through the first open door on her left. That was the rule, right? Keep one hand on the left wall, and keep walking until you found whatever you were looking for… Aaaand she was lost. Great.

All these corridors looked the same! Green. Red. Green. Red. Tinsel on the ceiling. Mirror around the corner. Sleigh painted on the wall. Three-way junction. Four-way junction. Hadn’t she already been through this part? That corner looked famili-Wait!

She stopped. There, on the floor, in the middle of the next hall, was a present. A literal bow in red wrapping paper, tied with a green bow. Couldn’t have gotten any more cliché. Was this it? Was this the thing she was looking for? It had to be. She hadn’t seen anything else in this stupid maze…

Frowning, she approached the box and put her hands on her hips. Was she supposed to take this entire thing back to the entrance? No way – it had to be whatever was inside the box, surely. She definitely wasn’t going to carry the whole box back, thanks. She’d just pull this ribbon open, lift the lid, and-

Poof!

“Gah!” Vi reeled back as a burst of blue smoke exploded in her face. “W-What the fuck?!”

She trailed off into a coughing fit, waving at the air around her to try and clear it. Suddenly, her senses were flooded with the scent of nutmeg and pine trees, a dizzying rush that nearly had her tipping over. Her eyes fluttered, blinking rapidly. For a moment, everything turned a strange shade of blue…

She rubbed at her face, cursing, swearing to dress off that carnival owner under her breath. What was this stuff? Ugh, she needed to clean it off! Where was a mirror, she’d seen one around here somewhere…

Ah. Huh. Baby blue eyes looked back at her from her reflection. Huh. Weren’t her eyes green? She was sure that…

… No. No, they’d always been blue. What was she thinking? Weird. This place must have been getting to her.

Vi shook her head, trying to focus. Okay, it’d just been some stupid harmless smoke. Nothing to worry about. The main thing was getting out of here, so she reached into the box and pulled out a… A matryoshka doll?

Yeah, one of those wooden dolls with a series of smaller dolls in it. This one was a particularly fat-bottomed set, too, with a narrow upper body, but a massive lower half that was practically twice the width of the rest. What a weird thing to find in here…

But just as Violet was wondering if this was really what she was after, she felt something odd. A strange sensation, a kind of heat building up in her thighs. Not uncomfortable, but peculiar – she felt the sudden urge to push back her hips and stretch…

Rip!

Huh?

She looked down, and couldn’t stop herself from gasping. Her hips were swelling, widening outwards beneath her, growing at an absurd rate! Her jeans stretched, trying to contain her blossoming flesh, but the sound of stitches popping and seams tearing showed how well that was working. In a matter of warm, bubbly seconds, her behind had swollen to twice its original size, her jeans barely hanging on!

This was impossible. Her ass was- Her ass was-!

… W-was there something wrong with her ass?

Vi blinked, looking down and swinging her hips. What had she just been thinking? She had been really alarmed for some reason, something to do with her behind, but she couldn’t imagine why? Her ass was perfectly normal – massive, with cheeks about the size of her head, just like normal. Awkward to find clothes that fit for, but she’d always been a bottom heavy girl. It was one of her most famous traits.

Why had she just been panicking? A couple of seams in her jeans had popped, but that wasn’t exactly unusual for her…

Whatever. Shaking her head, she slid the doll she’d found into a pocket, and pushed the matter out of her mind. Now, which way had she come from? The exit was that way, right?

Blue eyed and bottom heavy, Vi strutted away, paying no mind at all to the new sway in her fattened behind…

Fortunately, she had a good sense of direction, and it wasn’t long before she was back at the entrance. Stepping over to the first plinth, she set the doll down, and was rewarded by it lighting up. Success! One out of four down. Okay, she understood this stupid ‘game’ now. And if she guessed right, then she’d find one of these silly ‘presents’ behind each of the four doorways. A simple – if annoying – matter.

The grand prize had better be worth all this…

Sighing, because she had no doubt it wouldn’t be, Vi set off through the second doorway. On the other side, she found décor in different colours – green and yellow – but it still looked just as cheap to her. Well, the faster she dealt with it all, the better, so off she went, her ass swinging like a metronome behind her.

Now that she knew what to look for, she could be methodical. She moved through junctions carefully, checking each pathway for any sign of a present, occasionally stepping down one route to peer around a corner, before tracking back to try another corridor. And her methods soon got her results.

This time, it was a blue and gold wrapped present waiting for her, resting on the floor in the middle of the twisting halls. And this time, she was much more cautious about approaching it, remembering the surprise she’d gotten the first time she’d opened one of these things. She wasn’t gunna get sprayed in the face again.

Kneeling down next to the box, she gently unwrapped it, pulling the ribbon away, and took careful hold of the lid, lifting it so that the opening she made was pointed away from her.

Nothing happened.

She gave it a few moments, before rolling her eyes. Apparently that last box had been a one-off. Sighing, she pulled the lid off and leaned over to see what ‘gift’ had been left in this one-

Poof!

And got another lung full of gas for her troubles.

“Geh!?” Again, Vi was sent spluttering and coughing, waving the pink smoke away. This time the air tasted of candy canes and Christmas pudding, sweetness tickling on her tongue. It was a cloying, sparkling scent, one that shot right up her nose and into her head, leaving her swooning all over again.

God damnit. This stupid maze and these stupid presents and these stupid traps! It was all the dark haired woman could do to stop herself from screaming in frustration. It was stupid. It was ridiculous. It was… It was silly! It was so silly she could barely stop herself from giggling!

“Snrk… Heehee~”

Oop! Nope, actually, she couldn’t stop herself from giggling at all! Haha, wow, they really got her with that one, huh? She must have looked totally stupid~ Heehee, ooohh, she felt weeeird. Like, not bad weird, but still weird! It was like all of the anger that had been building up in her head had just suddenly popped, and now she felt great!

A smile set itself on Vi’s lips – one that anyone who knew her would have found bizarre. Violet smirked, she grinned, she flashed her teeth. She did not simply smile, like a common fool. Smiles were for simpletons who went around happy everywhere, and she just wasn’t the happy sort.

But all of a sudden, Vi couldn’t imagine why that would be! Gosh, why did she take everything so seriously? Wasn’t it better, nicer, funner to just be joyous? To be sweet? Why not give that a try? She’d totally get less wrinkles!

Though, actually, she didn’t need to give it a try – she was already sweet! Ha, imagine her without a happy smile and a joyful attitude. You just couldn’t do it! That’s why so many people liked her – even if she was kind of a bitch when they weren’t looking. Heehee~

The maze runner paused for a moment, twirling her long black hair around her finger, before remembering she was supposed to be doing something. Right! The present! What was inside it? Hopefully something cute like the last one…

“Oh!” She let out a delighted gasp as she reached in and pulled out her prize. “A bunny! D’awh, it’s adorable~!”

Yes, a little yellow ceramic rabbit figurine. Again, rather random as prizes went, but now that she was feeling a bit less grumpy, Vi could admit that maybe she could see it as some stocking filler – a little knick-knack gift when you couldn’t think of anything else. Which was-H-hey, that tickled!

Just as she was holding the figurine up to examine it, a strange breeze seemed to roll through the room, ruffling her jacket top. Except, she didn’t feel a breeze against her skin. And suddenly her jeans, still tight despite the popped stitches, were ruffling too. What was going on?

“Huk!” Without warning, her clothes pulled on tight, driving the air from her lungs with their suddenness. Her jacket and blouse pressed flat against her skin, her jeans hugging her cheeks. Then, as one, the colour began to bleed out of the garments – the white out of her blouse, the blue out of her jeans, the gold trim out of her jacket, all of them becoming the same shade of uniform velvet black. And it wasn’t just the colour that changed, either – everywhere the change spread, the material felt different against her skin. The cotton of her blouse and the denim of her jeans especially, softening, growing lighter, smoother – almost as if they’d become real velvet…

That softness didn’t appear everywhere, though. Some parts of her clothes just stopped feeling like anything as they unravelled into thin air. The legs of her jeans, the arms of her jacket… Soon all she was wearing was a black velvet leotard, squeezed tight around her middle, and almost disappearing between her ass cheeks.

Well, no, that wasn’t all she was wearing, actually. The collar of her blouse had survived, and now had a little bow hanging from it as it dangled freely around her neck. The same with her white cuffs, those were still around her wrists. Her shoes had turned black and gained an inch of heel, but they were still on her feet! And she even had some extras – a white puffy tail had stuck itself to her backside, and a pair of long ears had materialised on a headband woven through the top of her hair. Seeing her reflection in another one of the mirrored walls, she had to admit she looked pretty good! Had she seen that look somewhere before…?

Oh! It was a bunny girl outfit! She was wearing a bunny girl outfit!

… Well, yeah, duh? Of course she was. She’d come out here like this, hadn’t she? It was, like, a killer way to get the guys all looking at her. Super easy route to free drinks and stuff. She’d almost gotten into the carnival without having to pay for her ticket, heehee~

Her mood much brighter now, Vi practically skipped back to the entrance, placing the figurine on its plinth and watching it glow. Two down, two to go. She was half way towards her ‘heart’s desire’ – and her refund! She wouldn’t have to pay for her ticket after all~

Though, she was a bit slower going through the third maze area. She couldn’t help it, she just kept getting distracted! The walls were all gold and silver here, there were wreathes and mistletoe hanging everywhere (though no hunky guys to kiss under it, boo). So, yeah, maybe she did get just a teensy, tiny bit lost… But, y’know, wasn’t that the point of a maze in the first place? It wasn’t like she was doing it wrong! And no one had said anything about a time limit anyways.

At any rate, it took her a little bit to find the present – but find it she did, just like she had the first two. This time there was no hesitation, though. She didn’t care if she got a little pranked – that was part of the fun!

So she was kind of disappointed when she opened the box (this one silver, with chocolate brown ribbon), and there was no poof. Instead, all she got was the echoing sound of sleigh bells ringing in her ears, and distant hoof beats. Huh, was there a speaker hidden in here somewhere? Suddenly, she was feeling full of Christmas cheer!

Ooh, no, don’t get distracted again, Vi! Present, present, what was the present? She reached in, eager fingers grabbing, and pulled out…

… An hourglass?

Huh. It was a fairly small thing, fitting easily in the palm of her hand, but it didn’t seem very Christmas themed. The grains of sand were all glittering green and red, she supposed – but the shape was weird. The bottom half looked like an egg, maybe… No, wait, it was someone’s head! It was the wrong way up though. And the top half… … What was that, a pair of melons? Maybe, like, mistletoe? Hm, they seemed off, though…

Oh wait, she was holding it upside down! Giggling at her ditzy mistake, Vi turned it over, head up, melons down, and watched as the glittering sands that filled the (now) top half began to trickle down…

Immediately, a peculiar feeling washed over the Christmas bun, a tingling running through the inside of her skull. Not unpleasant, but yes, peculiar. It was like some sort of stopped her been pulled in the back of her brain, and, much like the sands in front of her eyes, something was flowing out of her mind, down, trickling down to elsewhere…

By complete coincidence, it was around about that time that she noticed how tight her top was feeling, especially around the chest. Indeed, her bust had started a sudden growth spurt, swelling out underneath her velvet leotard, the garment clinging desperately to her skin as it strained to resist the temptations of physics, refusing to rip or slip away.

Vi might have wondered about that, but for some reason she was suddenly finding it awfully hard to focus. Her eyes just stayed locked onto the hourglass, entranced by the glitter of the trickling sands. Her baby blue eyes, which were starting to look a little more empty by the second. A vacant glaze was settling in – one that wouldn’t be going anywhere any time soon.

The top of the hourglass was emptying – and at the same time, she could feel her thoughts, already distractable and ditzy, starting to slow to a crawl. Facts and figures were draining out of her brain, never to return.

The bottom of the glass was filling out – and at the same time, her top was starting to get unbelievably tight. Her chest was almost – no, now it absolutely was a match for her ass, each breast easily the size of her head – no, bigger! Her bunny girl outfit nearly did rip as she grew even larger, would have totally ripped if it hadn’t suddenly grown out with her!

Finally, the last of the sand fell, and the strange tingling sensation in her head and her chest faded. Vi stood there for a moment, staring blankly, looking down. “Oh, wow, my boobs are amazing!”

Well of course they were. The present was an hourglass – and so was she! She couldn’t help but giggle with empty-headed delight at that ‘thought’, tittering away as she strutted and jiggled off towards the exit.

… This time she really did get lost lost, though. Honestly, the bimbo bun had already forgotten what she was doing, and she ended up wandering in circles for a good long time, before she finally, and completely accidentally, stumbled back into the entrance area.

“Huh?” She paused as she returned, blinking at the new surroundings. They seemed kind of familiar. “… Oh, I remember this! This is where I keep my presents~”

Well. Close enough. She smiled and clapped, impressed with her own cleverness, and placed the hourglass down on a plinth with the rest, getting rewarded with a flash of light for her troubles. Then, after twirling her hair and sucking on the end of her finger for a few minutes, she decided to check out the last path, and see if there were any other cool gifts in there!

This time, the door opened onto a small room, with the last present directly on the floor in front of her. It was a good thing, too – Vi was much too much of a ditz to not get lost in a maze now. (And even with this arrangement, it still took her ten minutes to notice it down on the floor there.)

Once she did notice, though, she bent down, taking great cares to stick her ass out behind her as she did so. The chill of falling snow and bitter winds swept right over her head as she opened this, the last box – spiriting away all of the darkness in her hair along with it, leaving her long locks a crisp, almost snow-like platinum blonde. She didn’t notice that, though, far too curious to see what the prize would be. She reached in, one last time, and pulled out…

… A toy soldier?

Like, one of those ones in red uniforms with the big black hats! Um, like, it was from that music thingy with all the nuts (teehee~). Big and made of wood, it was- actually pretty christmasy! Waaaay more than her other presents. But why would she want one of these?

Suddenly, a voice barked out. “Stand up straight!”

“Oh!” Vi found herself snapping to attention, her chest jiggling in front of her. She stared at the doll with wide, confused eyes.

It didn’t explain itself. Instead… “Turn around. March!”

The blonde nodded, spinning on her heel and marching right out of the room, back to the entrance. She didn’t even think about it, she just kept going until she heard the doll yell “Stop!”

She stopped.

“Good girl!” The voice – a rather robotic sounding one, actually – sounded pleased. “Nice to see a woman who knows how to take orders.”

Oh yeah! She’d always been good at doing what people told her to do, hadn’t she? It wasn’t like she had any ideas of her own~

(Quietly, in the back of her already mostly empty head, any memories of the strong-willed, independent Violet, the woman she’d been when she first entered this maze, vanished without a trace.)

“Now, place the doll on the pedestal!” Another order. She hurried to obey, but…

“Uh.” Vi licked her lips nervously. “The wha?”

“The…” The voice sighed. “In front of you, put it on that.”

“Oh okay~” Smiling, the blonde bimbo bun did just as she was bidden, clapping with excitement as the last plinth lit up. In front of her, the candy cane door finally swung open, revealing the dark passage beyond…

“… Probably weren’t all that smart anyway before you drained your brain into your tits…” The voice grumbled. Vi blinked, staring at the doll in outright confusion. You could practically see the giant ? over her head.

“Never mind. Forget it.”

She nodded happily. She could do that! Heck, she’d already forgotten, uh… Whatever it was she’d forgot!

“Just go through the last door, and claim your heart’s desire~”

“Yes sir~!” She nodded, rushing to do just that, her hips swinging all the way.

“Good girl.”

Soon enough, Vi stood at the end of the last hallway – the final goal of the maze. And there, in front of her, was the grand prize. The very thing she had been (sort of) seeking for all this time, before her at last, standing on a small platform raised just a little bit off the ground.

It was a sack.

A Santa sack! Even a bimbo like her could recognise that! It was green, and filled to the point of bursting with what must have been presents. She couldn’t wait to see what hers was!

Smiling, bright, greedy and dim, the bimbo reached in, wondering what her heart’s desire was. She couldn’t actually think of anything right now, but she knew it’d be a ton of fun, and probably with someone to tell her what to do when she needed it (which was pretty much always). Oh, hey, this sack was really, really deep. Reeeally deep…

Wasn’t this thing supposed to have a bottom or something? It just kept going and going and going and… Oops!

Already teetering, the bimbo leaned over just a little more, and tipped completely, tumbling head first into the sack. Everything went dark.

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“Get ready, ladies and gentlemen, for the greatest magic show you’ll ever see!”

Huh? Vi looked around, peering left, right, over her head and behind her legs. Where was that voice coming from?

“For my first trick, right before your eyes, I’ll pull a rabbit out of my hat!”

Oh, that sounded fun! She wanted to see!

“Nothing up my sleeves…!”

Suddenly, the bimbo felt something tugging on her ears, which seemed to be very firmly stuck to her head. She blinked, bobbing up and down in the darkness for a moment, before, with a great yank, she suddenly found herself shooting upwards…

… And cartwheeling out of the darkness, right onto the middle of the stage!

“Everyone, I’d like you to meet my lovely assistant Vi!”

“Hi hi everybunny!” The words tumbled from her lips as the curvy bun bowed to the applauding audience. Suddenly she knew exactly where, why, and who she was! She was the Great Magnifico’s dazzling bunny girl assistant, here to help him with his tricks, and to provide some eye candy for the audience! Heehee, she was great at both those things…

So, with a wink, a wiggle, and a jiggle, she set straight to work helping her master magician perform. She’d get sawn in half, be contestant number one for his little hypno-show, and, of course, she’d make sure all the adults watching got as much of an eyeful of her canyon of cleavage, or her boulder-like behind, as they wanted!

At one point in the show, she thought she saw Beverly and her friends watching, out in the audience. All of them were smirking and snarking amongst themselves, laughing at the show – or maybe at her? She couldn’t tell the difference.

None of them seemed to recognise her – but that was fine, because after one last tingle n her head, she didn’t recognise them either. And why should she? She was Vi, the Great Magnifico’s silly dumb extra sexy bimbo assistant – just like she always had been!

And so, knowing her role, after the performance, se quickly hurried backstage, and then towards the trailer where she Magnifico stayed between performances. They had a lot of rehearsing to do, even though for some reason most of the tricks they practiced never ended up on stage. (That was fine though, they were really fun tricks~)

But as the bimbo bun went, she heard a strange rustling sound from close by. Looking down, she realised it was coming from her tits! Reaching down she found a small clump of bills, along with a piece of paper.

‘Don’t forget your refund!’ it read.

She stared at it for a moment, confused, and then tossed the note and the bills away without a second thought. A bimbo bun like her didn’t need money! She took a much more enjoyable form of payment. And besides, why would she want a refund? This was the greatest carnival of all time, and she never wanted to leave it!

And, thanks to a little Christmas magic, thankfully, she never would~