Intimate Mime Mate Time (Patreon)

Author's Note: This one might be a bit too far out there for some of you, but I actually had a blast writing it! Starla's Crush will premiere next week!

Intimate Mime Mate Time
Written by HarmonyMotion
Commissioned by danio13
harmonymotionfiction@gmail.com
https://www.patreon.com/harmonymotion

Part of danio13’s Cirraneverse

Chapter 1

“Archie, I have a confession…” Joyvanna murmured demurely.

“Well Jovie, I know you’re Giggiline,” Archie stated flatly. “You transformed right in front of me. You, the hero of Cirrane! Was there something more than that?”

“No, that was it...” Joyvanna fiddled with the hem of her skirt as she looked down, unable to meet his gaze.

Archie’s light brown poofy hair bounced on his head as he nodded. Finally, everything made sense. Joyvanna’s torment for the past five years that she would never quite open up fully about, the coincidence with Giggiline’s disappearance, her mysterious laments about not doing as much as she could…

“I’m sorry I lied to you.” Joyvanna stated.

Then, she stuck her thumb in her mouth, curled her other fingers, and blew into it.

Her cheeks inflated as she performed the action. One by one, her fingers popped upward with a “boing!” sound. Each one coincided with another aspect of her clowny transformation.

On the first finger, her torso adorned its dark and light pink form fitting bodysuit. On the second, a pair of polka dotted pink and orange parachute pants. Then, cartoonishly large ponytails and a white-painted face with large red, well-outlined circles for blush.

When her pinky finger popped up, her torso cinched dramatically, her breasts expanding outwards with a loud “sproing-ang-ang-ang-ang”, jagged red lines appeared on her orange ponytails, and her ruby nose inflated, bulbous and spherical.

“Ta-da!” she presented herself, demeanor and personality completely transformed. An explosion of confetti burst from behind her. She pretended to be shocked at the completely routine occurrence, covering her large, toothy grin with a gloved hand in mock surprise.

“You must have been shocked when you found out!” The individual hairs of her ponytail oscillated until they popped out into a large afro, every individual frazzled strand poking out.

Archie was too stunned for words.

Giggiline shook her head, and her hair returned to normal.

“Archie? Does a widdle someone need a laugh?”

She placed a finger to her lips in thought before poking the bottom of her nose violently, producing a comedically loud “HONK HONK!”

Archie still didn’t respond.

“Archie? What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”

Swirling her arms with a flourish, she produced a balloon cat, round face, triangle ears, with a pair of large, pleading eyes painted on.

Archie was still stunned to silence.

Giggiline’s face literally drooped. Her lips grew large as they curled downward into a big, sloppy frown. Her eyes sagged on her face. Her nose began to dribble clear, teardrop-shaped globules of water.

She conjured a hanky out of her poofy sleeves and blew her nose with another loud “HONK!”

“Okay, Archie… I get the hint. I’m sorry for hiding the truth from you…”

She turned heel on her comically long, bulbous red clown shoes and began to exit Archie’s house.

“Jovie. No, Giggiline. Wait,” Archie beckoned.

She spun around rapidly. The flower on her chest perked up, its petals waiting hopefully for some sort of encouragement from her dearest friend.

“I accept you, all of you, no matter what form you choose to take. I know you as Jovie, and I know that you are the most beautiful, tortured soul I have ever met. And now I understand why. It doesn’t bother me. At all. I… I…”

“Oh Archie!”

Giggiline lunged forward and ceased Archie’s talking by pressing her wide mouth to his and swallowing his voice.

Chapter 2

Archie and Giggiline appeared in his bedroom accompanied by a shower of foamy, multicolored balls. Giggiline’s tongue was still invading his mouth greedily, her sweet and tart cherry taste flooding his senses as his body surged with desire for the beautiful girl he had pined over all this time.

Giggiline giggled as she reached behind him to squeeze his tight behind. As she pressed her hands into Archie’s firm cheeks, he seemed to visibly deflate under her touch, letting out a loud “brrrrap!” As soon as she let go, his muscles returned to their full muscular shape.

Archie’s eyes grew wide in surprise, but Giggiline pushed her firm, enormous breasts against his torso. They honked loudly as she squirmed against him, enjoying the erotic tingling in her rosy nipples as they rubbed against his strong, masculine chest.

Overwhelmed by desire and shocked by Giggiline’s surprisingly aggressive sexual advances, he luxuriated in her fruity taste and merely enjoyed the experience of learning who Joyvanna really was underneath it all. He wanted to understand every single facet of her superheroine persona, whoopee cushion and all.

Giggiline broke the kiss tenderly, leaving both of them longing for more. Still glued to him, she looked into his eyes, seeing his consent. She traced a gloved finger down his tingling spine, from his neck to his rear.

To his shock, his clothes began to unravel, turning into one, long, continuous thread. They spooled up and disappeared into Giggiline’s sleeve as her outfit seemed to vacuum it up but never expanded as Archie’s thick cotton shirt and khaki slacks got absorbed.

“Giggiline!” Archie cried out in shock.

Giggiline backed off, striking a cheesecake pose as she bent at the knees and covered her own groin with her hands, crossing her arms in front of her.

“Archie boy has a big toy!” she admired. A row of dildos appeared all around him, wiggling lewdly. None of them were as big as Archie. Then, they flopped and vanished from view once again.

“Th… thanks! It’s just, I didn’t expect that to happen!”

He heard the sound of a ticking clock rapidly accelerating. It thundered in his ears ominously. Archie had no idea what was about to happen. He wanted to duck for cover when…

...it reached the end of its countdown, and Giggiline’s clown suit exploded into scraps of fabric, fluttering in the air!

“And clown girl wants to go down, down, down!”

Giggiline shoved Archie into a seated position on his bed with an easy shove of her fingers. Her floppy clown shoes were still on, and they squeaked with every step.

Turning her feet outwards like a duck, she made her way right up to Archie and knelt between his legs. She wound an invisible crank by the side of her head and opened her mouth. Her tongue grew longer and longer with every single rotation, snaking out, starting at the bulbous tip of his angry cock.

Archie gasped as that thick cherry tongue coated his head in thick, syrupy saliva, before curling down around his iron erection like an overgrown vine, covering every single inch of him. Down and down she went, spiraling and squeezing, soaking him in warm, inexorable pressure. His loins boiled with need as she traced languidly, occasionally pumping him with nothing but that powerful, moist muscle.

Finally, she reached the base of his shaft. There was a lot of ground to cover, after all. She ceased the cranking motion with her hand, catching his eye and giving him a little wink. She glanced down at her enormous breasts, her unnatural snakey tongue bobbing with the motion. As soon as Archie made eye contact, she brought her other hand up to her nipple and squirted a powerful jet of milk in his face.

Archie giggled. He’d fallen for the classic prank!

As he squinted at her with his one dry eye, she winked at him and began cranking once more. Down her tongue went, until it fully enveloped his swollen testicles as well. Finally, she let go of that invisible crank.

“Giggiline!” Archie sucked in a deep breath from his raging arousal. Her tongue was squeezing and vibrating against him so tight, massaging and goading every electrified inch of his erect, shaking member!

Giggiline’s entire muscle began to tug up and down, lubricating his sensitive head with her syrupy saliva, swirling and snaking across his entire shaft. Impossibly, her control was so fine, synchronized squeezes from his solid base to his quaking tip, while the very tip of her tongue continued to gently jiggle his prize jewels.

Archie clutched his bedsheets as Giggiline worked him like a snake charmer.

He could feel his semen aching to erupt from his wet, quaking slit. And then, to his shock, her tongue squeezed him even harder, deforming his flesh.

Giggiline’s tongue began to move in opposite directions against itself, despite being one hyper-long connected muscle! It squeezed down, pinched, and twisted his penis into small, inflated, sausage-like segments. He was helpless in her tonguey embrace, but it wasn’t causing him pain either! He just watched in fascination as Giggiline did her impossible thing.

Archie couldn’t even keep count of the segments his penis had been twisted into. And what’s more, it was growing even longer. Giggiline continued to tease it, press it, literally tugging him out of thin air as she did… whatever it was she was doing. Each time she made him larger, she twisted it off again with a rubbery squeak, bent it at an angle, and continued to work his shaft.

Finally, she was done. She retracted the impressive length of her entire tongue. It slapped against the back of her throat as it rapidly flew back into her mouth, like a ticker tape being sucked up. The rubbing of her tongue against his completely twisted member sounded like expanding latex grinding against itself.

When her tongue was fully back in her mouth, she gave him a big, tooth-filled grin. Her large, white, gleaming teeth had absolutely no gaps.

Giggiline had twisted his fully stiff shaft into a balloon animal! It was a rabbit, full on with big floppy ears and four padded feet, sitting on its butt with a cute little cottontail!

Archie wasn’t sure whether to be terrified or aroused! It didn’t hurt… or at least, he thought it didn’t hurt. It was hard for his mind to reconcile the sight with the sensation. His bulbous cockhead appeared to be where the rabbit’s head should be.

“Rabbits breed fast, Archie! Don’t you know that?” Giggiline cupped her full breasts gently as they spilled out of her hands. Each little motion resulted in a hiss of air, followed by a loud “honk!” if she squeezed a little harder.

“Giggiline! Is this okay?” Archie reached out with a trembling arm to touch that two foot tall piece of art that was his penis. He gasped when his fingers gently scraped over his shockingly sensitive tip!

And once again, out of nowhere, the sound of a jack in the box being wound started to play.

“Breed, breed, Archie in need!” Giggiline rhymed playfully.

She brushed his hand aside, easily overpowering him with her jester strength. Extending a normal sized tongue this time, she began to lick that delicious cock, leaking with precum.

“My hunny bunny needs to cummy!” Her speech was impeded by her devilishly erotic ministrations. She accidentally bit her tongue and winced. It sounded like a squeak toy!

“Giggiline!” Archie cried as lightning bolts of pleasure traced down the unnaturally long and twisted path of his bunny rabbit cock. Somehow, that convoluted pathway seemed to enhance his ecstasy as the pleasure bounced from synapse to synapse, flowing through the bunny’s left ear, right ear, all through its body… building in intensity, before reaching its maximum potential and settling in his desperate, simmering loins.

The jack in the box music accelerated even faster.

“Hunny bunny needs to cummy hunny bunny needs to cummy!” Giggiline chanted in rhythm to the tinkling accelerando music.

“Jovie! Giggiline! I… I’m going to…”

“Cummy!!!!” Giggiline laughed in joy as her tongue snaked out again, wrapping and squeezing a prodigious length of his contorted cock, vibrating and throbbing all around him with inexorable crushing pressure.

“Mmmmmnnnnn!”

His orgasm finally burst from the dam. His angry, boiling semen jetted up the base of his shaft, then made its way across the entire bunny circuit that Giggiline had so torturously laid out for it to follow. He was so urgent, so needy for relief, but the unnecessary, extraordinary delay of his eruption only served to increase his pleasure, building with every winding loop.

“Jovie! Giggiline! I… please… need!” His entire body seized up. His knuckles went white as he gripped his blanket. His legs were fully taut, his toes hyperextended as he suffered the agony of waiting. His quivering tip was long since ready to erupt.

Giggiline snuck one hand down to her own warm, slick sex. She’d never made sweet love in her superheroine persona before, and certainly not with someone she cared about as deeply. She was so excited to have Archie fill her with his cream.

With one hand circling a small, red spherical clit that matched the nose on her face, she traced a finger from her other hand along Archie’s rabbit-shaped erection. She could feel his fluid underneath her nail, surging, desperate to get out from the dam she had constructed. His flesh shook violently, his veins bulging and angry.

“Hanker it to me, chief!” Giggiline announced provocatively as his arduous, pleasure-torture journey was nearing its end.

“ARRRRRRRGH!”

Archie’s long overdue ejaculation burst out of his body. His eyelids slammed shut as he tried to process the overwhelming erotic sensations. He sucked in deep breaths, trying to power through every intense burst of pleasure. His balls ached, his penis so twisted and on fire with desire. He was sweating so badly and trembling so hard that he didn’t even see what he was ejaculating.

“Hehehe!” Giggiline pulled a multicolored plaid handkerchief from his violently spasming bunny, its ears flopping. Triangle after triangle came out, folding on the floor into a messy pile.

Archie continued to clench, every body-arcing spasm manifesting yet another piece of large patterned fabric.

“Giggilineeeee!” he squealed.

“Ooooh!” Even Giggiline was impressed by Archie’s productivity.

Finally, covered in beads of sweat, Archie’s body finally relaxed. He fell back onto the bed with a soft thud. His rabbit-shaped erection began to deflate back to its flaccid, but still impressive size.

“Look how muchie you came, Archie!” Giggiline presented his handkerchief, large enough to cover his bed twice over.

“Giggiline! How do you… is my penis okay?”

“Why don’t you look?” Giggiline’s eyes bulged out as if peering through a magnifying glass.

Archie examined his spent member. It was indeed back to normal.

Looking back up at Giggiline though, her massively exaggerated hourglass curves, that perfectly painted face with that joyful smile that inspired happiness in all who basked in it…

Archie began to straighten out again, this time without turning into a balloon animal.

Giggiline took her opportunity to leap on top of Archie, limbs intertwined and bodies crashing into each other.

Chapter 3

As Archie slept with Giggiline cradled in his arm, his body began to undergo rather radical and dramatic changes.

Breathing deeply and wholly satisfied, his already soft, round face began to shift. His jaw shaved down to a slightly sharper angle, giving it a nice, delicate, symmetrical heart shape, a marker often coveted by females. The borders of his deep-set eyes peeled back, widening sockets doubling the size of his already large eyes.

His brown, afro curls were lengthening as well, extending down to his new, elegant, swan-like neck and covering his cheeks. Archie retained his natural curls, but the luster of his now deep, flaming red hair grew polished to a shiny sheen, looking as if treated like royalty and brushed meticulously every day of his… or her life.

The soft skin of her face was now covered with an even application of white powder. A dab of light pink blush under her eyes and across the bridge of her nose gave her face some warmth. Her previously thin eyebrows and lashes grew lush, darker, fuller, emphasizing her new, doe-like eyes.

And finally, her now cupid-bow lips were colored a dark scarlet, painted perfectly on the frame of her perfect mime’s face.

The changes continued down Archie’s body. With every soft breath, not only did her chest rise as it filled with air, her chest actually began to… rise, as it filled with air.

While the bones of her shoulders creaked as they became slimmer and more delicate, her budding breasts began to fill out. Every deep inhalation caused them to swell as if experiencing a year’s worth of puberty in mere minutes. Her perfect spheres expanded gradually, starting out small enough to rest a few fingers beneath, before swelling large enough to overfill her own palms. They flattened pleasantly on her chest, spilling off the sides of her body just a tiny bit.

Her body actually shrank in stature slightly, losing a few inches of height, becoming more button cute than femme fatale. Her new hands were softer, losing all signs of having worked at the Cirrane arboretum for years. Her fingers longer, more slender, her nails given the perfect French manicure with white tips.

Her hips rustled against the bedsheets as they became wider and more generous as well. Her male anatomy down there, previously massive and even tied into an animal bunny, now began to deflate away, hissing air like a leaking balloon. It shriveled into a wrinkly, flat piece of skin that quickly vanished as well. In its place, a fiery bush of soft, red, silken pubic hair, outlining her neat outer lips. The changes continued deep inside of her body, carving out her womanly love canal with all of its sweet folds and soft petals.

Her thighs plumped with tender, inviting feminine softness, her athletic calves lengthening and becoming smoother and sleeker. Even her feet shrank, her soles developing a well-defined arch as her rough skin fell away, leaving only a healthy, silky smooth pink.

And most subtle of all, Archie no longer had a voice. She slept soundlessly, accompanied only by the reverberation of the fall and rise of her chest rubbing against the blankets.

Chapter 4

Archie awoke with an exaggerated, languid stretch of her new, softer, shorter, smoother limbs. Her polished toes curled, the muscles of her calves flexed, and she scratched her sternum, right between those two full, fleshy orbs on her chest.

Wait, what!?

“Good morning, my little cupcake!” Jovie greeted Archie.

Archie’s eyes grew wide as saucers as she waved her arms around frantically.

“Archie? Who are you?! Where’s Archie?!” A startled Joyvanna took a defensive stance.

Archie put both of her delicate feminine palms out at Joyvanna as she begged the superheroine not to attack. She pointed to herself and tried to speak, but no sound came out. In shock, she covered her open mouth with her palm.

“Who are you! Talk!” Joyvanna demanded.

Archie scrabbled at her throat, her lips still moving soundlessly as she tried to communicate her dilemma. She mimed a loudspeaker horn and brought it to her lips, when all of a sudden, it felt like a solid object in her hands!

She dropped the invisible loudspeaker in shock, and it clattered to the floor before vanishing from existence.

“Jovie…” Archie tried to say out loud, but not even a hiss of air emanated from her throat.

However, her exaggerated motions allowed Joyvanna to read her lips.

“Archie?! Is that you?!”

Archie nodded desperately, wiping the invisible sweat off her brow and “exhaling” in relief.

“It’s really you, isn’t it! Did I do this to you!?” Joyvanna cried in despair.

Archie scratched her head with a single finger and shrugged loudly.

“Oh Archie! I’m so, so, so sorry! I didn’t mean for this to happen! Maybe it was the bunny blowjob, or the honky nose, or the handkerchief orgasm…”

Joyvanna began to tear up.

And then, Archie extended her hand, just as she had on the day of their fateful meeting when he found a crying, sobbing Jovie sitting in an alley after the tragic loss of her friend.

“Archie…?”

Archie silently beckoned her to her feet. Joyvanna obliged.

Archie stuck her thumb in her mouth and reproduced, down to the very minute detail, of Giggiline’s blowing motion for transforming last night.

“You… you’re okay with this? You want me to turn back to Giggiline?”

Archie nodded vigorously, deep auburn locks bouncing chaotically.

“Oh Archie!!”

Giggiline stuck her thumb in her mouth. Her cheeks puffed, and with a loud boing turned back into the superheroine clown of Cirrane.

“TA-DA!!” she honked her bright red nose.

Archie reached down between her legs, but the organ she was so used to feeling was no longer present. Still, she stroked her hand over athick, large, invisible phallus, then pinched her fingers at the tip, creating a curved dome.

The silent clown brought the phantom dildo to her mouth and licked it lightly.

“Oh my little cupcake! Do you want to go again!?”

Archie placed the large dildo away in an invisible box, and then pulled a length of rope out of nowhere. Dragging it longer and longer with both hands, she created a lasso by tying an invisible knot, then launched it over a vulnerable Giggiline’s head, perfectly aimed.

“Oh, am I one of the bulls in your rodeo now?!” she squealed in excitement as the lasso tightened around her waist. She reared her head and roared loud as a bull as Archie satisfied her kink for bondage.

Archie tackled her and tossed her on the bed, then skillfully looped the magical, unbreakable rope against the bedposts and hogtied Giggiline to it. Then, reaching back into her invisible box, she pulled out the large dildo that she’d created earlier.

“Oh Archie! That’s so nice, my silent cutie pie! It’s just missing one little thing…”

Giggiline winked a garishly bright eye at Archie, and the invisible dildo spurted a large handkerchief from its solid tip. Archie groaned, a familiar feeling of ecstasy flooding through her body despite the inanimate object not being attached!

“Now put it in me!” she ordered forcefully.

Archie strapped the dildo onto herself and plunged deep into Giggiline’s funny depths. A banana cream pie smacked Archie right in the face.

Archie giggled and licked the frosting off her face as the dildo began to pulse and pump an unending torrent of whipped cream right into Giggiline’s hungry pussy.

The funny pair spent the entire Cirranean weekend satisfying each other, with Giggiline especially enjoying Archie’s exaggerated grimaces of pleasure.

Meanwhile, Rose worked her normal shift at the arboretum, wondering where Archie was. It wasn’t like him to be absent without notice. She hoped he was okay…

Author’s Note: See Rose’s introduction in her own story, Rose in Bloom!