The Human Cannonball

The Human Cannonball

Chapter 1

My name is Bailey Blume. I'm a twenty-three-year-old waitress. Well, I got fired again yesterday. So, I'm a twenty-three-year-old entrepreneur. Today the goal is to become Bailey Blume twenty-three-year-old Cuckold Carnival employee. Probably going to be just another waitress job but that's ok. I'm a fairly good waitress until my curse kicks in. What curse? My big fat ass. I know, I know, what is wrong with a fat ass? Nothing! I'm perfectly happy with my body. Even though I may not fit the mold of perfect body beauty in the country of Fulfronal which favors the upper front assets more than those to the back and below the waistline. I've got a cute face, even with that chip in my tooth. My body is ample and curvy, and I like to look at it. My neighbors think so too. I had always wanted to be the naked neighbor, and I think I do a rather good job. My ass as I said is huge and perfectly round. My wavy honey blonde hair could use some work, but who has the time? My tits... Well, I finally came around to loving my small yet perky size A breasts. While I may not fit the total beauty standard of tall, titted, and tantalizing I do ok.

Oh right, I was talking about my curse. Well, as I said being a proud member of the Badonkadonk community (big bootied individual) is not the curse itself. My ass is the curse. It is a magnet for anything and everything. The amount of times I have knocked something off a table, or bumped a dresser, or broke someone's foot as I fell- that was only once but still- is off the charts. The reason I was fired yesterday and all my other jobs. I turned around, bumping a table which caused a chain reaction and ended up with an entire pitcher of beer spilling all over Meredith Milky. She's an evil, horrible person but when your dad is the owner of the largest strip club in town, people listen and cute waitresses get canned.

So do you think I'm a clutz? Here's the real stuff. I have ONLY had penetrative anal sex. Every time I or a partner have tried "something" happens and BOOM into my bum it goes. Doesn't matter. Fingers, up the bum. Dildo, up the bum. Hard cock, up the bum. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate it. It's not like my kitty doesn't get fed. I've pulled a muscle or two, buffing my buckle- that's what my parents called it- I've just never gotten the honey dipper into the honey jar.

I've only ever told a few people about my curse. One of them was an ex-boyfriend who was trying to be a warlock. Told me he could uncurse me. Only thing he managed to do was turn my pubes green for a week. I love my honey blonde bush. Wild enough to give me that sweet rebel vibe but trimmed and tight to show I color in the lines too. That was a tough week. It went back to normal and I left him not long after. Never date a wannabe warlock.

Now, back to Cuckold Carnival. The largest adult entertainment industry on this end of Fulfronal. It's so large it's its own town. Zip code and everything. I live on the outside ring in Reola but today I'm hoping that changes. I've thought about working there for a few years now but despite how I might seem, I'm not the most confident person. Cuckold Carnival is the cream of the cock. While I'm no stranger to exhibitionism or sex work, most of my waitress jobs were topless. I do not fit the perfect standard for what a Fulfronal citizen should look like. Tiny tits, huge ass, chipped tooth is not the ideal. Madame President Jules Turbate is the perfect example. Huge breasts, bright smile, and tall like a tree. So I've put off working for the carnival even though I could get a job waitressing or taking care of livestock. Thought I'd be better off as an accountant, stuck stuffing my bra and wearing pants that rip the second I get home.

That is no longer an option though. My brother Bill made sure of that. He's a few years older than me and a scoundrel. Gambling, drinking, and causing a ruckus. Turned the Blumes into the talk of town more than once. Yesterday, the reason I ended up knocking beer all over precious Miss Milky was because one of Heckler Huckle's men came to collect. Forty pieces! That's three weeks' worth of tips! Well he came in saying I owed it now since my beloved bastard of a brother ran off. Heckler Huckle runs the gambling and bars of the Carnival. Word is he's got Cuckold by the balls too. Lent his father a lot of money they have yet to pay. Huckle is not the kind of person you want to owe. He's got lots of people ready to collect for him too. So, I figure the best way to do it is to get into that carnival, get a job sweeping up hay or pouring drinks. Wish me luck!

Chapter 2

I sleep nude. I love it. Fresh air on the bits and that morning sun caressing the skin. Nothing better. I hear the birds singing and that sun feels great on my chest. I get up stretching and peek out the window of my cart. Old Mr. Abernathy is there, as usual, having his cup of coffee and sneak peek of me. He and Mrs. Abernathy are nice enough and I'll miss them. Today is moving day.

I get dressed in my best "hire me! I'm Carnival material." A pink showgirl's outfit. All the radio shows say this is the latest fashion. It's pink and magenta and shows off my legs, shoulders, and whisper of cleavage. I slip it on and pull the straps over my shoulders, fluffing the ruffles. I double check my ass cheeks to make sure they're not exposed. Of course, as always, at least a third of my cheek is out. I throw on a skirt which turns into a mini around my hips and pop on my white boots. Not the newest or the cleanest but who really looks at shoes anyways? I did hear down south in Pedalia men go crazy for feet. Even more than boobs. I guess other countries have their own likes and dislikes. I wonder if I'd be worshipped as a Goddess in some other country with my bodacious backside? No debts to pay and handsome men and beautiful women feed me exotic fruits as I lounge by a lake or ocean. A dream.

I give a final wave to the Abernathy's. Mrs. Abernathy was giving Mr. Abernathy a not-so-secret hand job. Our little game. I prance around naked and they occasionally show me what true love looks like. I hope I'm that lucky in love when I am old. Plus for older folks they were pretty hot. It was fun to see occasionally. I left with my single bag containing everything I own and set off for the carnival.

It's about a thirty-minute walk from downtown Reola to the entrance. Me and my friends would go here often. It's a fun time. Different shows and all manner of beautiful talent. Not all the shows are sex themed, but all the best ones are. If I could, I would try to get a waitress job near the contortionists. That always brought in loads of people and I'm sure the tips would be incredible. I'd maybe try to get one near the mermaid show too. I would get fired from that one though, not even for my curse. They were mesmerizing and I would absolutely sit and stare while thirsty people yelled out.

It was a beautiful mid-summer morning. Everyone was active on their bikes or carts enjoying the day. I waved to some folks and avoided the eyes of an ex as they opened their shop. The warlock was selling "magic" crystals now. Crystals are in fact magic but not the ones he digs up. Another vender was selling some baked goods and Meredith Milky was handing out some fliers for her father's strip clubs. I knew she went to the carnival often and had actually tried out for a few shows. She didn't make the cut. I smiled as I dreamt of getting in a show, something the incredible Miss Milky couldn't.

I was all cum and bravado when I started but as that tent started to loom my pace started to sway and I began thinking of the offices I was destined for. This was crazy. How would I get a job here? Did I really want to shovel elephant shit all day if I couldn't get a waitressing job? Last time I went drinking here my waitress never once used her hands. Only her massive breasts. I tipped her well.

Then I stopped abruptly. There it was the entrance. I held my resume in my hand trembling. Best go beg Mr. Abernathy for my cart back and see if I could get that accountant job somewhere. Pencil skirts and blazers, I was made for them. Not literally but figuratively. The one time I tried a pencil skirt I turned purple from the waist down and it ripped as I shook the hand of the man who interviewed me. I went to turn around, and a tall thin man bumped me, or more accurately, my ass. I went sprawling and I think he did to because when I got up he had an ugly look on his face and was dusting himself off.

"Sorry." I said meekly. Bending over to pick up my resume and bag. He gave me a look up and down and then looked at my resume. Then back at my PERKY WONDERFUL BOOBS. "Good luck." He sneered and made his way into the entrance showing his employee badge.

What a cock muffin. That little slime thinks he can judge me. I didn't see him with DD breasts. That's it. I'm going in and I'm finding a job. Damn the waitressing I'm gonna be number one on the performers' call sheet. My name will be in lights! Well, ok maybe relax a little bit. Start small and if you like it then go for the gold. I stomped after him and made my way into Cuckold Carnival. This girl was getting hired.

Chapter 3

This place always managed to blow my mind. The colors of all different shades. How the sun hit each one and made it special. The tents of all different sizes and shapes popped up as you walked the soft dirt road. The people of all shapes, sizes, and cultures mixed into one glorious melting pot. Even in the morning the sound of peddlers trying to sell you their wares or games. The shouts and smells of anything and everything The carts of the employees and citizens all decorated and beautiful. It was an eclectic and gorgeous scene. A paradise of art, individuality and seduction.

I could get a job as a game peddler, I think. They just shout at the newcomers in skimpy outfits that I would absolutely rock. That would mean I would work directly under Heckler Huckle's men and that was less appealing. Most of his business was right near the entrances and not all of it on the up-and-up. My brother Bill knew that all too well, which is why I was here. I would try and avoid working for Huckle if at all possible. I would go in a little bit deeper closer to the center area to see what I could do. I would save my begging near the entrance ring for this evening if I couldn't find anything inside. I hope I didn't have to do that.

I had seen people apply for jobs before and it was like the peddlers. You walked up said you were for hire, showed them your resume with your list of wills and wonts and they either had you walk or join the group. Twenty different places had me walking without so much as a conversation. Two hours of this and not anything more than a glance at me and my resume and one very curt "no thanks". I was seriously beginning to doubt I would find a job here. The man who was shoveling horse shit literally laughed at me when I asked. I tried to take it as a compliment that I am far too cute for shit shoveling. So I kept walking and kept selling. No one was buying.

It was well past lunch, and I was deep in the Carnival now. I bought a sandwich for cheap and sat on some bleachers watching a juggler with some knives. He was rather good and had caught the knives in his ass cheeks for the finale. Always a patron to the ass themed arts, I threw him some coins as a tip. He winked a cheek at me, and I filed that away for later to learn how to do it.

As I got up and turned, once again, I hit someone with my ass and was on the dirt. My stuff went sprawling across the ground and I heard a grunt of a man. I looked over to see an older bald man with a handlebar mustache on his own ass looking at a box of fireworks in his hands. Oh my God, my ass almost blew this carnival sky-high. I did a quick curse to the curse and got up.

"I'm so sorry. Please let me help you up." I said walking over to the man and lending a handout. He looked up surprised and quickly smiled. He grabbed my hand.

"Not a problem dear. I should have been paying more attention. Especially with fireworks in my hands. Did you see his finale? I thought for sure he'd be sitting crooked." He let out a chuckle at his own joke and I genuinely chuckled back. The man was not much taller than me. Just a few inches, which was crazy because I was noticeably short. 5'2" and most people towered over me. I went to grab my things once he was up and the man was looking at me up and down, a profoundly serious look on his face. He looked back into my eyes and then at the resume in my hand.

"You wanting a job?" He asked it like he did not know people needed to work for a living.

"Yes, although I'm about to call it quits. Even the shit shovelers don't want me." I tried to let out a laugh, but it just sounded pitiful.

He eyed me up and down again. His serious expression continuing. "You're hired. You'll work with me." He said it so abruptly that I almost didn't understand. "Follow me, we will head to my tent, and I will give you the details and we will work out the consent contract."

"Wait. What?" He was already off and I had to jog to keep pace with him. He was older but fit. He wore a tank top which showed his muscley arms and green military style pants and boots. His ass was flat as a board. Seriously if he turned sideways he would disappear. I was a little jealous, but he kept walking so fast I didn't have time to care.

Then it hit me. What he had said finally landed and I let out a little squeal of joy. I was hired. Not only that, but did he say consent contract? That was for performers. Oh my gosh! I did it! Bailey Blume was a Carnival worker!

Chapter 4

We arrived at a large tent filled with crates and boxes. In the center was something exceptionally large covered in a white cloth. It was very phallic and slightly concerning.

"What's the job. I'm open to sex work but that's not going to go inside me is it? I have..." I paused. "A condition."

"What? No ma'am. You will go inside it. It is more exhibition style work." He set his crate down and began hurriedly moving other crates and looking inside. He was ignoring me, which was fine. I looked around. Crates filled with fireworks, machines, and different costumes were everywhere. Was this the storage tent? Did I get a job doing storage and deliveries? Was that what I would be performing with? Fireworks? My ass was for sure going to knock a firework over and set this damn place on fire. Was that the exhibition part? Watch this Badonkadonk blow us up?

He finally finished what he was doing and looked at me. He had a huge smile on his face. He held something behind his back. "I'm so sorry I forgot to ask your name. My name is Dirk Girth. I am the head pyrotechnic and props manager here." He smiled and my heart sank. I was going to burn this place down with my ass by the end of the night.

"My name is Bailey Blume. I appreciate the offer, but my condition. I'm sorry If you let me carry around fireworks I will end up catching this place on fire." I said. I was deflated. I had found a job and this guy seemed pretty cool. Eccentric but cool. With my luck of course the one job I could get would lead to utter destruction.

"Oh that won't be your job. Yes, you will help me when we are not doing a show but that will be both of us. I'll make sure you don't bump anyone over carrying a box of fireworks." He winked at me and I felt better and then he revealed what was behind him. It was a black singlet. Gorgeous black lace. I took it from him confused. "You Miss Bailey will be the Human Cannonball of Cuckold's Carnival." He ran over to the phallic item and removed the cloth. A gigantic red cannon sat under the cloth. A large dent near the opening but otherwise gorgeous and massive. Dusty but beautiful. Then what he said registered.

"The what?"

"The Human Cannonball. It's been years since we have had someone, but I do regular maintenance on this beauty here. It should work as normal."

I realized now that this man wasn't eccentric. He was full on nuts. What was I to do though? I had debts that needed paid and this man was the only one who wanted to hire me in the whole damn circus. Plus I'd be a performer. That had to pay more money than just waitressing. Sure I'd be splattered against a wall but maybe he could shoot me at Meredith's house before I went, taking it down to the ground with me. I would like that.

"What's the pay and what about lodging?" I asked trying to keep my cool. Nervous sweat falling off me like it was raining.

"Oh, what about forty coin per show plus tips? You get fifty percent and the Circus gets the other half. When we're not doing a show, ten a day to help me with whatever needs done?" I thought briefly about sucking the man's dick but decided against it. I just sat there almost crying from joy. "As for lodging there's wagon close to here. You'll be next to me and the chickens. That all right?"

"I think that is fair." I lied. It was more than fair. That was more money than any job I'd ever made. Even with tips at the topless joint. "Wait out of the tips what do you get?" I asked.

"I ain't the one doing the cannonballing. My job is to make sure things work and I get a good salary. Don't you worry none." He waved me off and gestured to the costume. "Put that on. I'll get the practice cannon ready. Theres a locker room across the road. We will get your consent contract all settled and spend the afternoon practicing." He stuck his head straight into the mouth of the cannon. His voice echoing strangely. "We won't be using this beauty today. The practice one is much safer."

I made my way over to the locker room and got dressed. Stripping off my showgirl outfit and putting on the lacey singlet. I looked hot. Like a sexy cannonball, actually. The lace was nice, revealing just enough skin underneath. The bottoms was a tight fit, but I guess that was to be expected. The bottom came up almost like a thong tight on my ass. It looked good too. Most of the time the parts around my breasts were too loose but this was perfect. Made me look like a B cup. I slipped on the little black boots and checked myself out in the mirror.

"No way, he finally decided to hire someone? I never thought he'd do it." A woman said. I spun around to see three women looking at me. Absolute stunners. The one in the front a beautiful woman with ebony skin in a white flowing top, top hat, and tight leather pants. She looked at me with a look of disdain. Or was it anger? I'm not totally sure but with her whole vibe and look I kind of wanted her to yell at me. "Kandi Cuckold. I'll be witnessing your contract signing today."

"She's so cute." A woman with long black hair said. She had a very cute face and was dressed in a navy-blue tuxedo, singlet. The long-sleeved kind with the legs showing. her legs went on for days into her navy-blue heels. A magician I had seen a few times. Phenomenal Felicity. "What do you think Windy?"

"She sure is." She said it in a way that sent shivers through my whole body. "Cannonball? You an acrobat?" The tall blonde woman said. All lean muscle and big blue eyes with a bleached blonde ponytail that bounced as she breathed.

"No, I've done waitressing before, but I promise I'll be as good as I can. We are practicing today." I was so nervous. Stumbling over my words wanting to impress these women. I guess they would be co-workers now. Then what Kandi said had hit me. This was Kandi Cuckold. Wife of the Ringmaster and owner Calvin Cuckold. She was also one of the top-rated shows of the Carnival. A non-sex themed show. The Lions of Labian Majorian. She was not a co-worker but my new boss's boss.

"Tobias!" Kandie shouted, startling me. The blonde boy I had bumped earlier peeked his head from around the corner. "This the girl you told everyone was a thief?" I froze looking at the man.

"She bumped me at the entrance. Thought I felt her hand in my pocket. Just looking out for the crew." He said with a smirk. That bastard. No wonder no one would hire me.

"Well now she's a bonafide entertainer and you are still my apprentice. Get in here and apologize." Her face never changed. So strict and domineering. Very sexy.

Tobias sauntered in as if he was being dragged. He was holding a shovel. THIS GUY WAS A SHIT SHOVELER AND TOLD EVERYONE I WAS A THIEF? I was fuming as his stupid face walked up. "Congrats." He said weakly.

"No. Apologize for lying." Kandi said not looking at him.

"Sorry I thought you were a thief. Just trying to be safe." He said adding in that last part quietly." Kandi now looked at me expectantly.

"Thank you for apologizing. I hope that we can have a good and professional work dynamic." I lied. I'd make sure to walk by him anytime I had to carry the fireworks.

Chapter 5

The contract signing and background check went well. It took an hour while the Carnival lawyers made sure everything was on the up and up. It was me, Dirk, the lawyers, a nurse, and Kandi. They explained the job to me and what it would entail.

I would be launched from a cannon five to ten times a week for the main show. Mainly exhibition show. Still sex work but the main component was the athletic and dangerous stunt of being launched out of a cannon and landing. I was not sure how that was going to go but we would get at least a few days of practice before the main event. During non-show days and in between I would work with Dirk for pyrotechnics and other prop management for shows. They did not ask specifically for any curse related conditions I may have but I made sure to put vaginal penetration on my no-go list. No one batted an eye or said anything. All was good there.

The nurse checked my blood and other vital signs as well as a magical health check. Nothing out of the ordinary which was usual. My curse never showed up on those which had me double guessing if it was a curse multiple times. After that we got to go put my things in my new wagon which was perfect. I had an excellent view of the chickens next door and aside from that we seemed in a quieter area. I set my bag down and unpacked some of my things like my quilt and hung up my showgirl outfit. Ready for practice.

That did not go as smoothly. The goal was to launch into the air. Do a flip or two if I wanted. Land on my feet front facing out to the audience where I would bow and be greeted with applause. For the practice we had nets all around for safety. The ground was soft sand that was easy to land on. Magically enchanted as well for safety. No magic on the Cannon though, this was supposed to be a show of man's creative machines and the ability of the performer. I was all over the place for the first few times. Not once did I land on my feet. My ass however hit the ground and was facing the audience every single time. Ass in the nets, ass in the sand, even ass in a puddle from last nights storm that was not easy to hit. One had to have a cursed bum to hit that and splash the audience.

A crowd of workers including the four who had found me during my costume change had appeared. They were having a great time. Clapping and applauding. At first there were groans and silences when I ass landed on the ground. Once they realized I was unhurt and for some reason my ass was impervious they would cheer. One guy suggested a splash zone sign like the mermaid show. Which Dirk seemed to file away for later.

Although it wasn't going as planned I was having a fun time. Being fired from the practice cannon was actually quite enjoyable. Once I got used to the idea the flips and everything came much more easily. Then it finally happened just as dirk announced this would be the last practice for today I managed to land on my feet. ass out to the crowd which was the opposite as instructed but I had done it. Everyone clapped even Kandi and Tobias who had just been sitting there looking judgmental.

"Alright freeloaders. Show is over." Kandi said with the tone of the animal tamer she was and they all filed out.

"Great work today Miss Bailey." Dirk said although his face did not show that I had done great work at all. He was looking quite perturbed actually. "Nice landing on the feet there. Try that twist next time. You'll be facing the crowd in no time.

"Thank you Dirk. When is the showing exactly. I promise I will get it by then." I hoped I wasn't lying.

"Two days Saturday night. We will do some more practice but tonight and the next two days we will focus on our other duties." He had already given up hope I could do it and was hoping I wasn't as bad of an assistant. "I suggest catching some of the other shows tonight. Getting to know your new coworkers." He reached into his pocket and handed me forty coin.

"What's this for?" I asked

"Today's show. You had an audience. So, way I see it, you get paid." He smiled sadly again.

"Is everything ok Dirk? Am I really that bad?" I asked. His face looked like I slapped him.

"No Miss Bailey. Ain't that you're bad. It's something else." He paused. "I'm tired is all. Long day."

"Well, I've got plenty of time to see shows and meet people. What's say I treat you to a good meal." I said showing him the coins he had just given me. He smiled at that. "Got to get to know my coworker I'm neighbors with."

"You have a deal Miss Bailey."

Chapter 6

The next few days were more of the same. Wakeup, practice, deliveries, practice again, and networking. I was getting to know everyone, and Dirk was quite the gossip. Giving me details on everyone and everything he could.

Tobias Tywad was the eldest son of the Ringmaster's older Sister who had declined becoming ringmaster, so it went to Calvin Cuckold instead. Tobias was Kandi's apprentice but with his poor attitude had never really gone above shit shoveler. That had me smile. I still had not met the Ringmaster yet, but Dirk was sure he'd be at the show.

Windy, the acrobat I had met, said hi to me and Dirk as she passed with the biggest man I had ever seen. Dirk called him Jethro. They were both very friendly. Jethro's hand was as big as my hand, and I only came up to his navel. I tried very hard to keep my eyes up instead of eye level on his very tight singlet. Dirk said they were a couple and very nice. Jethro helped him out a lot before he hired me.

There were many more people he introduced me too as well. Far too many to name here. Most were nice. All were hot. Like holy smokes. I don't know if it is because I'm just a horn dog, but this place really hires the best of the best.

"Now, Bailey." Dirk said getting serious. I knew where this was going. He had done it a few times now. "The show is tonight-"

"I'm going to land it. Ive barely fallen on my butt the past few times. It's just the twist I don't know what's happening there." I interjected

He waved his hands. "If you want to drop out of the show you can. Seriously it will be ok, and you can keep your job helping out with the props."

As I said he had brought this up several times. At this point I just needed him to say it. This hinting at how bad of a cannonball and how wrong he had been was getting on my nerves.

"Just say it Dirk. You made a mistake and I'm not cannonball material." I sounded more pitiful than I had meant it, but it felt good to finally clear the air.

He just stared at me dumbfounded for a solid ten seconds. Finally he stood up and began to walk off. Well, it was nice while it lasted. Maybe I could still get a job for Huckle's beer tent near the front.

"Well come on. Follow me." Dirk said looking at me.

Chapter 7

We made our way back to our carts not speaking. He didn't seem angry, but he had that same serious expression on his face. We finally made it to our carts, and I made to go for mine to collect my things. We didn't stop by my cart though and he gestured for me to follow into his.

His cart was filled with all sorts of mementos and circus histories. Newspaper clippings, framed items, pictures with him and all sorts of performers. It was like a museum in here. This place really meant a lot to him. I stood in the doorway while he rifled through a drawer. He withdrew a photograph and let out a sigh as he looked upon it.

"Please sit down." He gestured to one of the chairs and I did. He sat across from me staring at my eyes. He made a soft grunting sound as he sat on his pancake ass. Something he always did. He handed me the photograph.

It was of a young man. Maybe about thirty years old. A full head of hair and just the start of a mustache. He was doing the strongman flexing pose facing away from the camera. I could see all the back muscles and a similar black singlet. The cannonball uniform. What shocked me the most wasn't that this was the former cannonball or that it was Dirk. It was his ginormous ass. As big as mine if not bigger. It was glorious. I looked up at him, my eyes wide.

"You're built like me?" I asked. He nodded sadly.

"I too was once a proud member of the Badonkadonk community and was the Cannonball for many years." He broke his contact with me and sighed. "Until the accident."

"What happened?"

"Well, that cannon is a precise instrument. It needs perfect conditions. Someone with an ass like yours-"

"Ours." I interrupted. He smiled

"Someone with an ass like ours is needed. It helps us get the right momentum to help us fly through the air. It is still dangerous though. My final show. Something happened and the angle got messed up. It always happened but this time I could not correct and well..." He paused taking a moment as the memory came back. "I went straight up and landed ass first. Left me flat as a board back there after I healed. Never could get back to what it was. That dent in the barrel. That was me."

"That's why you've had me practicing so much. Why not just tell me when I was hired?"

"I saw you and knew you could do it. It was a fluke but as we practice..." He trailed off lost in thought. "I just wanted you to know why. I haven't had a cannonball since my accident and was content to keep it that way. You can do it, but I want you to know you can walk at any time, and you will still have a place with me."

I got up and hugged the old bastard. "You believed in me when no one else would. I will do this for both of us." I said. He smiled but then playfully pushed me away.

"No need to get soft. Cannonballs are hard girl! Get hard!" He laughed at me and got up grabbing some other things from a shelf. A giant container of grease and what looked like a medallion. He handed them to me.

"Uh..." I looked at the two things.

"This will help you get more air. Use the whole container. It'll help with the flips. That medallion is a buckle. Wear it proud. Strap it to the front of ya. When you land that move that's what people will be looking at." He said. The medallion was twice the size of my fist. A small grey circle with brilliant gold lettering "CANNONBALL" on it.

I felt my stomach turn. I felt guilty for not telling him about my curse. He had all this faith in me, and I would never be able to achieve it. "Now it's time I'm fully honest with you. I'm cursed Dirk. My ass is a magnet. I'm not failing the practice cuz of skill. Well that's probably part of it but no matter what I'm either going to land on my ass or with my ass to the crowd. Hell, I can only have anal sex that's how bad it is." I said slumping back into the chair.

Dirk stared at me and then he laughed. The bastard laughed at my condition. He just kept chuckling.

"I am serious Dirk."

"I believe you girl but that ass of yours is no curse. Well, if the fates that be keep telling you your ass needs to be front and center. Well, by damn, let them be. I used to land facing the crowd, but you don't have to. The workers seemed to enjoy your landings plenty. I say do what you can."

I sat there staring at this man. The old gossip and former Badonkadonk member. A man who was once me that was able to make something of himself in this world. I grab the grease and the medallion. Give him one last "We are gonna rock this show tonight" and exit with a newfound confidence.

Chapter 8

My confidence immediately left the second I vacated the cart. How the ells was I going to do this? I was too nervous to go back to my cart, and I thought I would just walk instead. Keep the muscles limber before I lost my ass forever in a horrible circus accident. I just walked and walked until, as always, my ass hit someone and I went sprawling to the ground. I was both delighted and horrified to see the person I bumped had not fallen. The person was Kandi Cuckold, and she did not look pleased. Her dark brown eyes staring daggers at me. It was hot but I quickly got up and apologized.

"Sorry Mrs. Cuckold. I wasn't paying attention."

"No shit girl. Where you off too? don't you have a show soon?" She asked.

I gulped. "I was just thinking. Dirk told me what happened to him and I was just-" I was interrupted by Kandi sighing in relief.

"About time he told you. So what did you decide?" She asked genuinely.

"I'm not sure. I want to do it, but I don't think I can." I said honestly.

"Follow me." Was all she said. Turning around and walking off. Her thong poking out of the top of her pants. Of course I followed.

We made it to a tent with a film set up. Kandi pulled down the large screen and wound up the player. She ruffled through a box of old films and found the one she wanted blowing dust off it. She hooked it up and the movie started.

There he was. Dirk in all his phat assed glory standing in front of a crowd. He waved and clapped his hands, and the silent crowd cheered him on. I had not seen it in the photo before, but Dirk was well endowed. The singlet showed him off and I asked Kandi if he stuffed for the show and she just laughed.

"Ain't no stuffing here at Cuckold Carnival. Proud and loud no matter who you are." I went back to watching the film as he did various flips and performances before getting himself into the cannon.

Once he was in, I heard Kandi sigh, knowing what was coming next. Dirk launched from the cannon, and something happened. It launched him straight up. He did the twirls and the flips in air, but he came straight back down. Just before he landed Kandi stopped the tape.

"No need to see what happens next. That dent in the cannon is proof enough. He's done so much work on that thing I am positive you will have no issue."

"Can you rewind and slow it down somehow? I thought I saw something." I asked, getting close to the screen.

Kandi grunted but complied. She rewound to the launch and was able to slow It down a bit. She did it a dozen more times until I was sure I was correct. I grinned up at Kandi who just looked at me with a stern look. I tried to keep focused.

"I know what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna land that trick and bring the cannon back to Cuckold's. In my own special way." I ran to my cart to prepare.

Chapter 9

When I entered the tent everyone got quiet. It was a packed house. Dirk had been nervously standing by the cannon waiting for my entrance guffawed as I walked in. I was stark naked, shining in the grease I had covered my entire body in. I walked in with my hips waving side to side trying not to give away my grand finale too quickly. Dirk, ever the showman, quickly recovered.

"Guys, gals, nonbinary pals! Put your hands together for the HUMAN CANNONBALL!" They screamed their approval as made my way to the cannon. I did a quick turn to show off my assets but made sure to have my front facing the crowd as I did a quick bow and a shimmy. My perky girls doing just as well as any big breasts could.

Dirk leaned into my ear. "Where the hells is your costume girl? You need that medallion to help you get airborne." His face was had the shadow of concern.

"I've got that all figured out. Don't you worry Dirk. I'm gonna prove to everyone tonight we Badonkadonks have what it takes." I said giving him a slight kiss on the cheek. He just stared and then went to his place for launch. I carefully got into the cannon. It was similar to the practice cannon but longer and darker.

I sat there in the silence the crowd having gone quiet. Just me and Dirk now. He tapped the cannon three times. Telling me he lit the fuse. I could feel the electricity in the air and my whole body tingled. Without further ado I felt the woosh over my body and was airborne.

I Flipped and I twirled through the air, knowing I was made for this moment. Everything moved like I knew it would and I landed on my feet. Ass out of course, but I was ready for it. I landed perfectly, arms up facing, away from the crowd. Silence, they believed I had messed it up. I turned my head and let out my most devious grin. Then I bowed, hands moving to my asscheeks to show them my finale. I spread them as I bowed, showing the medallion Dirk had given me earlier. Now turned into a butt plug. The "cannonball" part showing to the crowd.

More silence as I sat there Cheeks spread. The idiotic smile on my face slowly fading. "GIVE IT UP FOR YOUR HUMAN CANNONBALL! BUTTPLUG BAILEY!" Dirk's voice was like lightning through the tent. Then came the thunder of the crowd. Everyone cheered. I did a twirl to take a look at the crowd and I saw many faces. Felicity, Strom, and Windy were all there, screaming their heads off. Kandi was clapping, even that shit Tobias was there looking away but his hands came together all the same. He wasn't standing but I could tell something on him was.

Dirk was losing it. Egging on the crowd. He came over whispered into my ear a quick question, which I agreed to, and he picked me up to sit on his shoulder. Placing me in such a way where my butt plug was visible. He carried me around the crowd where I blew kisses and spanked my ass at the crowd. I felt like the sexiest person to have ever existed.

Chapter 10

It was late into the night, as I, Dirk, and a few others sat around cups of tea. A warm blanket draped over my body as I sat there. We had done three launches that night and every single one of them had been a success. Dirk was excitedly talking with Kandi about the possibilities and the posters. It was so nice to see him this excited. Kandi had paid me for the shows. She had then sent Tobias to go pay my brother's debt to huckle's men. In just one week I was now free from this man's debt and a bonafide Carnival performer. Buttplug Bailey.

"When you came out stark I thought you had gone stark mad." Dirk said chuckling. "What gave you the idea?"

"I stirred a bit in my seat. "Well, you did, actually. Kandi showed me the tape of the accident, and I thought I saw something. Had to watch it a bunch of times but your singlet snagged. That's what set your trajectory off. No singlet, no chance of getting snagged but I knew the medallion was necessary for the launch. That's when I realized I needed to quit fighting my ass and just embrace it." I said.

Dirk didn't say anything but Kandie let out a chuckle. "Damn Bailey. Impressive." My body quivered under my blanket.

"You made a lot of money. People will want this to be a regular show. Which is good news. I will be sure to bring it up with my husband and get you both performing at least a few times a week. You're going to have to add some variety but for now. Just perfect." Kandi said getting up.

"Do you think I should add a butt plug to my show?" Felicity asked the group. It could be fun like the coin behind your ear but sexier?" The crowd became obsessed in the discussion of anal themes, and I decided to take a quick break for some fresh air.

I made my way out of the tent and stared up at the beautiful night sky. Soaking in my achievements and my new friends. I had been so scared that I wouldn't be accepted and now I was more than that. I had successfully shown my phat ass was a force to be reckoned with. Cursed or not. Nothing could stop me now.

"Hey sister. Heard you were here now. Neat. You think you can get me a free drink pass?" I went cold at my brother Bill's voice.

"You have got to be kidding me."

THE END.