Chapter 4 — Candy Girl at the Carnival
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“Big Sis! I’m feelin’ sooo much better now! Are ya done with that thing? I think it was about the police or somethin’?”
“Yes, Trix baby! Yer in Pittsburgh, near a concert venue.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s right! The nice boy who banged Brooke outta me was there. I’m crashin’ in his pad now! Are ya gonna pick me up? Where is that Pittburg town anyways?”
“Naw baby, it’s too far. I gots myself a better idea. But hey, you sound way better!”
“I know, right?” I squeal, bouncing. “I couldn’t find clothes but jes’ making mahself a lil’ prettier, it was, like, everything was right agin! Forgot how much of a chatterbox I was, I did! Tee-hee-hee!”
“That’s my Trixie. This is what you truly are. Do not ever forget it.”
Haaah...Mah big mouth stops runnin’ for a while. I just listen to Big Sis’ voice. I feel so good...Not in the shaggin’ sense. Like, big fancy words to mean happiness. Peace, contentation and such. Don’t panic, Trixie, the buzzin’ in mah skull says. You feel very different but it’s normal. Letting yer thoughts flow out of your mouth is and normal and like feelgoody.
“Okay Trixie, wake up.”
“Oh! Sorry I dozed off!” My new consciousness pops back to the surface. “Anyways, Sis, I found me this pretty bottle o’perfume, and I swear it looks just like lil’ old me! With mah big boobies and everythin’!”
“Is that so, sweetie? Anyways, does Candy Records ring a bell to you?”
“I luuuv Candies!”
“You had just signed under their label before you went missin’, honey. You work for them, and I know they’re still lookin’ for you. Do you still want to sing, Trixie?”
“Do I? Big Sis you’ve got like noooo idea! I’ve gots a super fun music in mah lil’ head, it goes like la-lala la la la-lala, and it’s super fun, can Candy Records help me sangin’ it?!”
Mah heart gets all big with excitement. I smile as hard as I can, bouncing to the rhythm of mah very own soundtrack. I can already see myself on stage...And I feel all giddy just thinkin’ about it.
“You bet, sweetums. You’ve just gotta make sure you be a very good girl for them.”
Dan, having been given the green light, walked back to “his” apartment, carrying a change of clothes as instructed. Not exactly a heavy haul. Indeed, his work for the day was done. He could now enjoy to be the first to test-drive the company’s bubbly, friendly mascot.
“I’m home!” He announced. “Are you still there, miss? I brought you clothes...”
“Waaaah for real?!” Came an intensely girly voice from his bedroom. “I’m comin’ right up!”
And so she burst out from behind the door. After years hearing about this project, Dan could barely believe his own eyes. Trixie Smiles herself was here, in the flesh. Her borderline cartoonish hourglass figure, her impossibly vibrant orange hair, her big, sparkly green eyes, her hyper enthusiastic smile. She was the drawing of the most happy-go-lucky popstar on the planet, brought to life. There was ostensibly nothing left of the dour, flat, smart young woman that had served as material. In body, obviously, but also in mind.
“Ooooh those are fer lil’ me? For real? Oh, thaaaanks!” She exulted as she took them. “Looks super tight, too! I luv tight clothes, it feels sooo awesum on mah skin!”
Dan had given the green light. This meant her brain had been synchronized with the AI Trixie Smiles was until now. She was not mindless. She simply had no control over what she thought. Brooke had become more of a consciousness matrix, calibrated to only emit joy. A very elaborate toy, with her own personality, but utterly reliant on others to know what to do.
“Speakin’ of skin, dont’cha wanna touch me before I git dressed, Mistah?” Asked Trixie, clutching her new clothes between her luscious round breasts. “Ya can do me with clothes on too if ya want, but I luv mahself a man’s strong hands all over me! It’s like thanks for givin’ me a solid back there, and also for being pretty cute, tee-hee!”
The ecstatic redhead was looking at him with such intense eyes. Dan had heard the Trixie AI before, but seeing a real body accepting it and speaking as one with it...The sparkle in her eyes, the trembling excitation in her voice, the way she seemed ready to thrust herself at the first sign he would give...This wasn’t a woman possessed by Trixie. This was a woman conditioned to feel like her and completely agree with her streamed consciousness. There was not a shred of resistance in the spectacle of feminine submission before him.
“Sure, sexy. Let’s have fun.”
“Yeeehaaw, thank ya thank ya thank ya!” She exploded in joy, rushing into his arms. “Mah first shaggin’ as the real me!”
After the like fourth orgasm, this time while fucking in cowgirl style, I collapse onto his manly chest and let myself melt. Mah mouth babbles happy compliments faster than I can think them. So handy! Handsome boys deserve more than mah peabrain can come up with, all busy with the rehearsin’ going up in it all the time.
“Waw! Phew! Yer a real lover, Dan! So manly! This sure makes Brookie seem silly.”
“Who’s Brookie!”
“Aw, don’t mind me, it’s just sum personathang I gots mahself, like she’s me but I’m way better.”
Am I Brookie? Silly question, Brookie and Trixie are both me, and I ain’t feelin’ like no flat prude. Not when I’m enjoyin’ the nice feeling of mah boobies resting over his manly chest while I purr sweet nothings. I’m definitely Trixie, one hundred percent! Brookie don’t got these lushus boobies or no confitence at all! It’s just...I feel a lil’ bit like a passenger over there, for some reason. I’m the one speakin’, I just...think on the side too. Maybe that’s because I stopped overheating mah lil’ noggin over big girl thoughts? Bein’ stupid ain’t so bad...when you got hunky fellers to take care of ya!
“Anyways, I’ve gots to go to Candy Records, I work for them, like! I’ve kinda been behind on that but now I’m totally ready to git there and do mah part!”
Right. My song. I want to sing my song. CG art was like sooo boring, I’m back to singin’ forever!
“You’re in luck then, Trixie!” He smiles, giving my cute little nose a light flick, making me giggle. “Candy Records is managing that concert place where I picked you up. Go get dressed. And make sure to be sexy.”
Of course I’ll be sexy. I want to feel the friction on my skin.
“Tee-hee! Whatcha sayin’, silly? Of course I’ll be sexy! Nothin’ better after a good shaggin’ than putting it real tight clothes! It feels like the best!”
See? I’m Trixie. I’m just some kinda artistic genius who’s super good at improv is all.
I let myself go along the flow of my voice, enjoying mah new tight fitting outfit as I walk behind mah lover. It’s a cute, scarlet red cotton tank top that hugs mah big boobies tight and makes ’em feel all warm and loved each step I take. As for the bottom, it’s a cute denim miniskirt. True heartland apparel, it is! The boy didn’t bring a belt, though, and the button’s gone. If it wasn’t so tight fittin’, I reckon it’d fall. Everyone would see mah pink g-string, and how wet it makes me. Not that it’d be a bad thing. The concert goers all look like really nice folk!
“Hey, like, you wouldn’t mind if someone wanted to pick me and have fun, right? I know it’s against morals n’stuff but I reckon lovers shouldn’t fight! You can always do me more after!”
“And you’re right, Trixie, but right now you need to think about being a good girl to your employers.”
“Oh, yeah, yer right! Silly me!”
I wonder if being a good girl involves lots of sex? I’m eager to know. Everything is so fun! I’m kinda glad I’m capable of thinkin’ other than through mah mouth. It’s weird and it feels another me’s inside, but, like, the experiences and stuff...It’s hard to put into words, I’m not one of dem fancy philopher or anythin’, but I really really enjoy the ride. Maybe I’m still a schizofreak or the like, but I’m enjoyin’ it a lot better than that Brooke thing! Especially mah lushus body!
“We’re here, Trixie!”
He shows me a door. There’s writing on it, but also a pic of a record wrapped like a candy. Seein’ the silly thang makes me giggle and bounce. Hmm...That gave mah nipples a real rub. There’s something about gigglin’ that makes me feel all energized, too. Makes me feel real electrified and the like.
“Whoohoo! Let’s go in! Let’s go in!”
Whatsit about candies that makes me so happy? Whatever, I’m excited now. I want to meet mah employers. I run to the door and knock. Two men open the door and they’re like huuuuge. I push my chest up. Good idea, they’ll see better this way.
“Well, I’ll be leaving her in your care.” Says the boy. I wave him bah bye.
“Miss Smiles, follow us please.”
“Okiedokie!”
They make me sit in a big room with a table. There’s one of these ink...Thangs right next to me. Also, a camera looks at me. As soon as I noticed, it made me super excited, like, even more than sex. It felt awesome. Felt like I was finally a big singer. This is mah calling. Soon it’ll become a reality. I want to sing. I want to sing I want to sing I want to sing. I babbled at this thingamagig HARD. I felt like it would be so much better if someone was watching. Pouring mah heart out is like the best feeling.
“...and so mah song is titled Candy Girl at the Carnival! It starts all lovey dovey like and then like WHAMO I’m bouncin’ all over the place and telling mah fans how great it is to not worry mah lil’ head about anything and just be loved. I’ve got all the lyrics in mah head! Can’t say I’m sum kinda genius or the like since I’m like super dumb, but when it comes to singin’ the whole brain thing works great! I’ve got too many songs for jus’ my sistahs and lovers so I want to share them with the whooole world and ohmigawd I’m going to work for you and you’ll make it happen and I luv you soooo much you’ve got no idea and...Ohmigawd I’m so EXCITEEEED! I’m gonna sing soon, I’m gonna sing fer reaaaaal!”
The door behind me opened as I was saying that. Ohmigawd I hope he heard that. I don’t understand how people hate, what’s the big word, unprivacied like that? Brooke was big on that silliness. I don’t get Brooke at all. Havin’ an audience is the best. Besides, he’s handsome. Not dressed like one of those old menfolk or anything. He’s gotta red shirt and jeans. He smiles. I like him!
“Nice to see you finally honor your contract, Miss Smiles.” He says, smiling. He’s totally handsome as heck! “I am your manager, Ian Horne.”
“Oooh, a manager? I never had one of those! Nice to meetcha! And like, couldya call me Trixie? The miss stuff is so borin’.”
“Of course. Now, let’s get right down to business. Here at Candy Records, we will make your life and your work very simple and fun.”
“Tee-hee! Thank ya, I can’t handle anythin’ hard without mah Sis. So like can I sing? I’ve got the perfect song in mind!”
“You’ll be singing within the half hour, I promise you. We just need to take care of some paperwork before you finally make your big debut.”
Paperwork? Oh no, paperwork is so bad and boring. Mah mouth says the same thing. I love when we say the same thing! I giggle, and feel great again right away.
“My, aren’t you quick to bounce up. That’s very good, Trixie. Now, don’t worry, we know you can’t read or write. You’ll just need to put your finger in the ink tray, press it inside the black box, and sign a big X on the right side of it.”
He slides some paper across the table. It’s all silly paper babble for me. I don’t care, it’s just a thing I have to do so I can sing.
“Wait, wait!” He stops me from doin’ this thing right away. “I need to read it to you so your signature can be legal. It’s very important and tells you how you’re going to live with us here as a happy Candy Records artist.”
“Oh, I see! Tell me, I’m really excited to work for y’all!”
“You’re a good girl, Trixie.”
The nice words make me shiver. I did like Big Sis said! It’s great. I love Candy Records already !
“You agree to grant Candy Records your power of attorney. That means we’ll do all the legal stuff on your behalf and you can focus on work.”
“Oooh that sounds like a really great idea! I agree!”
Power of Att..O...Rney? Ain’t it like a big deal? All the more reason they take care of it then, big deals aren’t fun.
“You agree live in a room granted to you by Candy Records and by a schedule determined by us. Don’t worry though, the room is very big and we’ll give you lots of free time to have fun with our personnel.”
“Really?! You guys are like the best!”
“Yes, we’ll take very good care of you. Which brings me to my next point...You won’t ask for any money, right?”
“Huh...Why not?”
“Tell me what you want and we’ll buy it for you. It’s just so you won’t have to worry about complicated bank accounts and such. You can go shopping with me for cute clothes if you want, though.”
“Tee-hee! Sounds like a plan!”
“Next...You will obey all orders given by anyone wearing the Candy Records employee badge, including sexual orders, and notify your manager—that would be me—if you feel the urge to resist.”
What? Don’t they trust me?
“Okay! I really don’t see why I’d be resistin’ about sex so yeah I guess I’d wanna keep my head checked.”
Point taken...I’d really hate to go all Brooke on them. They’re really nice and bein’ Brooke was totally whack!
“And lastly, you are to never go anywhere or say anything to the press without my say-so. As your manager, I must ensure you don’t go anywhere or say anything that could put you in danger.”
“Okiedokie, Mistah Horne! I promise I won’t go runnin’ mah mouth where it’s not supposed to!”
“Thank you, Trixie. And...That’s it! Now you can sign and become a star!”
“Yeaaah!”
I put mah finger mark-thing in the square and draw the cross. Oh man oh man I can feel the song gettin’ stronger! It’s really here! I work for a real song company! I’m so excited I hop out of mah chair and strut to mah manager to give him the papers. He just smiles and tells me to put ’em on the table. I obey, but...Can’t take mah eyes off him. Mah body moves by itself. I push mah boobies forward and flutter mah eyelashes. He looks at me all over and...Hee hee! He likes what he sees! I like what I see too...
So, manager, huh? It’s like a take-carer I think? Like Christmas but he’s a guy? He did say he’ll be buyin’ all the stuff I want. He’s Christmas! Except he can do me!
“I like ya!” I declare as I git on his lap. “You’ll take care of everythin’ for me? I’ll be a star and, like, everyone will luv mah singin’?”
“Yes, Trixie. I’ll make all your dreams come true, so be a good, obedient girl, alright?”
“Mah Big Sis always said I was good at obedientin’ and the like. Yer helpin’ out mah dreams so I jus’ gots to do anythin’ ya want. Ya can touch me wherever, and like, if ya wanna do me, I’m all yers. Right now!”
He caresses mah bubble butt, makin’ me giggle and go closer to his super handsome face. I can tell he wants it, but it looks like he’s gotta job to do. Menfolk are always like that...Aaah, but I know how hard it is since I’ve been Brookie. I won’t be a good girl if I try to force him. So, speaking of job doin’, Mistah Horne gives me some kinda card. Huh? Why am I s’posed to do with this kinda thang? There’s mah picture on it. Ooooh, I know! It’s one of those ID card thingies! That’s great! It means I exist, that I’m Trixie for real!
“I dunno why that makes me so happy but it does!”
I mean, like, I know I’m lil’ old Trixie, but...Gah, makes mah head hurt! I’m Trixie and that voice is mine and that’s that. I take the card and try to put it in mah suitcase...Heh?
“Where is it?”
“Where is...what?” Asks Mistah Horne, confused.
“I, huh...I dunno. Hee hee! Sorry, I’m a bit dumb and it shows sumtimes. Couldya hang onto this card? I never carry anythin’ on me.”
...What was I thinkin’? Bimbo brain, tee-hee! Mistah Horne looks relieved and takes the ID thang back.
“I’d be glad to. Follow me now, we just need to do a little medical check up, and then you’re free to go on stage!”
“Yay! Are we gonna check how big mah boobies are?”
“That’s up for the doctor to decide, naughty cutie.”
Hee-hee! Mah manager called me cute!
The doctor is a pretty woman in one of those fancy lab clothes things! With glasses. She must be smart! She’s kinda really flat, but I understand, a yummy body like mine ain’t exactly easy pickin’s at the great wheel of fortune of life or whatevs. She wears the candy record badge, so I’ll obey her! A Smiles is a gal of her word, she is!
“Can you strip for me, Trixie?”
“Sure ma’am!”
Of course I’m happy to remove mah tight clothing n’ copin’ a feel at mah nipples in the way, tee hee! Showin’ mah body feels great. The pretty doctor nods approvingly and so does mah manager! Yes, look at me!
“I won’t have any secrets for you, I promise! And ya can do me anytime! I’ll do anythin’ for the folks helping mah dream!”
“That’s very sweet of you,” Says the doctor, before handing me...A white candy! Yay! “Here, suckle on that.”
I waste no time grabbing it and gobblin’ it up. Trixie Smiles the candy monster! Hee hee! Hee...Hee...Oooooh...
“There we go...All nice and relaxed.”
Next thing I know I’m lyin’ on the bed, all comfy like, writhin’ like a lil’ pussycat under the sun. Then I got a headband and its all tingly. Feels good but also silly. Must be dreamin’...
“And scanning.” Says miss doc. “We wouldn’t want to lose this state of your being, wouldn’t we Trixie? So, Ian. How did she appear during your little interview?”
“Almost goddamn perfect. She eagerly agreed to the contract, and then she all but jumped on me. She...Clearly fell in love right then and there. Man I’m a lucky bastard to have found the compatible subject. That little minx is pure sex. I still can’t get it down.”
“Yes, I imagine seeing an unnaturally beautiful cyborg realizing you are now on the same level as her sister she is programmed to worship can be taxing on male willpower. Though did you say ‘almost’ perfect?”
“Yeah, she...Did a weird thing when she tried to put her forged ID into some kind of container. Are there Wendell leftovers?”
“Nothing that should be relevant to even her, but since we’re running a general scan...”
Buzzin’...Buzzin’ headband. La la la...Mah song is so fun, I want folks to hear it...
“That’s what I thought. The AI’s imprint didn’t flush the original consciousness out. She isn’t the one running our adorable little hick cyborg, but she is hanging there and thinking, despite the huge part of her brain now fully dedicated to music.”
“Shit, so then Brooke is still there? Someone fucked up!”
“No, what’s there is Trixie. It doesn’t matter if she isn’t technically our Trixie. The entity making her talk is permanently imprinted in her neural pathways. There may be a de facto barrier between them, but only an academic one. For the imprint to work, the brain and body needs to react to stimuli a certain way. The holdover consciousness is entirely subject to them too. Anyone inhabiting this body can now only see the world as Trixie Smiles.”
“I’m not sure I follow.”
“Here, I’ll let ‘Brooke’ speak. You’ll see.”
Yummy candy...
“Here, her thoughts show up in that screen over there. Since she’s suckling the candy that activates her meditating state, she can’t hear us. I can stream into her consciousness, however. Watch. Ahem...Who are you?”
Hmm...I’m Trixie Smiles. I’m fun and I work for Candy Records now. Wanna hear my song?
“Wow! Is that really Wendell, not the AI?”
“Not anymore. As I told you, the conversion has completely overhauled her reaction to stimuli. Trixie? Soon you’ll have thousands of eyes watching you. They’ll see everything. They’ll see your huge breasts bouncing around as you dance. They’ll want to talk to you all night long and fuck you senseless. You won’t have any time for yourself...”
Ooooh, yay! I love talkin’. It feels great when everybody’s lookin’ at mah boobies. I wonder if they’ll like me? I want them to. I’ll be a star soon! Everybody will know mah songs and git me lots of sex...I luv it! I
“Here. Does it sound like the girl you headhunted months ago to you?”
“Yeah, no, she was the Hermit, not the fucking Sun. Alright, I see what you mean. Even if she thought she was her true self, she’d still love everything about being our little country sweetheart.”
“Exactly. Just give her Trixie’s life, and she’ll grow into Trixie in her very soul.”
“Wake up, Trixie. It’s time for your concert.”
Mah heart starts beatin’ like crazy soon as I hear mah Manager’s words.
“Waaah? Fer reals?!”
“Yes, your fans are waiting. You’re done just posting your songs on the internet. From now on, you’re Trixie Smiles in the flesh. You have your songs in your head, right?”
“Of course!! I’m too dumb to read but leave lyrics and dancin’ till my boobies dance too, tee hee!”
I look into his eyes. So handsome. He slips his hand to mah right nipple and squeezes it all gently like.
“Mmmh...Hee hee! If ya wanna do me right now ya can! Yer mah Manager, I luv ya...”
“Don’t you worry, Trixie. I’m going to fuck your slave brains out after your concert. But for now, you really ought to get dressed.”
“Ooooh, right! I can’t go to mah fans nekkid! Not until backstage at least, hee hee!”
I take mah clothes back and git dressed. He also gives me one of those fancy mics ya put around yer ear. Mah heart done gittin’ faster and faster. I’m goin’ to sing. Finally. Mah dream is here. Once I’m there in fronta mah fans, Brooke’ll be truly gone. I’ll be me, for the whole world.
I say the pretty doc bah bye and follow Mistah Horne. Candy Records people done standin’ there and watch me, smilin’. All those eyes on me! And it’s only gittin’ better from there. I totally hear mah fans comin’ from the door at the end.
“Trixie! Trixie! Trixie!”
Aaaah...Yeesss...Mah whole body done be sangin’. Mah fans. Yes, I’m Trixie and I love y’all! I’m going to sing jus’ for y’all and it’ll be like the best day of mah life! I’m so excited I run past Mistah Horne and into them lights.
I’m on stage. Finally. All mah fans are lookin’ at me, calling mah name. I feel all ’em stares on mah boobies and smile as much I can. Look at me. Listen to me. I belong to y’all. Sum memory o’me sittin’ by mah ’puter and ignoring a doorbell comes back, but like so what. It’s all lies it is. This place, this stage, this done be mah true home. I open mah arm wide and, together with mah voice, I say...
“Hoooowdyyy y’aaaaall! I’m sooo totally sorry I was too shy to sing in front of y’all before, but now I know I shoulda done it sooner! Bein’ with y’all tonight, I’m like way too dumb to tell ya how gosh darn exCITING this feels! I’m gonna sing all lil’ me’s worth tonight! Let’s PARTAAAAAY!”
The crowd cheers and sends mah silly lil’ heart right to Gawd’s home. I’m Trixie Smiles. No more broodin’ in the dark. I’m free.
The slow start music comes out of the speakers. Mah fans fall silent...And I start singin’ all soft and romantic like.
“I love you and I want you to have fun with me...I don’t want to be alone, not one more second.Mah lil’ heart beats for you, so be my lover toooniiight...”
The pace picks up to a merry tune, and I start dancin’. The moves flow all natural outta me. Everybody’s cheering. It’s so fun, like I’m on the clouuuuds right now, tee-hee! Next I’m sangin’ faster, but I ain’t trippin’ over mah lyrics! I’m as good as one of’em hip hop folks, ’xcept I sing fun thangs!
“No worryin’ allowed around this parts until dawn.No more thinkin about hard stuff, this evenin’ you own the town!Too many cuties for you to fly solo,So why would ya flirt with that dumb hick bimbo?”
No music breaks this time, but the beat gets on top of the already fun music. It’s mah cue to finally git all bouncy! I swing mah arms from side to side, hoppin’ to the rythm. Mah lushus boobies feel gooood, and the crowd goes wild!
“Well sure I ain’t the brightest lick in the paint,And if you ask me math stuff, yer just gonna make me faint!I’m just a lil’ kitty you can git all purry like,And smartest gals rightly call me childlike!”
And then it’s back to the slow romantic tune! Mah song is all curvy, jes’ like me!
“But why have brains when I can just have you?Please take me into yer arms,Closer,Closer until mah heart starts singiiiing!”
And chorus! Everybody sings along. I let them lyrics pour outta me like the fun, bouncy lil’ jukebox gal I am.
“Candy girl at the carnival,You can unwrap me any time ya want!Such a simple gal cannot betray you,I just want you to have as much fun as me!”
Every word I say from the bottom of mah heart. Every bounce I git outta mah boobies kicks Brookie further out. She’s done. I’m like famous n’ beloved now. I’m Trixie forever, and I’m happy and horny as heck!
“Listen to mah heart!It beats to your rhythm and belongs to you.I’ll be the candy girl at the carnivalMake me your sweetheart and let’s have fun all night long!”
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