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Clownitization by Nosey T. Clown (Clown, BE, MC)And another Clown TF story I had laying around!

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Clownitization by Nosey T. Clown

I think I'm going crazy. Or I'm in a coma - maybe I'll wake up soon. This must be a dream - it certainly is the weirdest dream I ever had. How can I wake myself up?

I heard once if I concentrate really had on reality, maybe I'll wake up. How to concentrate? Maybe I can try to write some of this down! Maybe that will cause this dream - I hope it’s a dream - to end!

Okay - where's the paper! Boy - it's become hard to write! Maybe if I sit sidesaddle or something…….. How should I begin…..?

My name's Candace Reems. I know - most girls with a name like "Candace" get called "Candi", but not me. Oh, sure, I was Candi in high school, but in college it was more professional to be called "Candace." And when I went to work and Water Pricehouse, it seemed an accountant should be called "Candace" instead of "Candi." Or "Miss Reems" - that was way better!

I am 26 years old, and I had - HAVE - blond hair. I have blue eyes. I'm five foot-six inches tall. I'm single, and broke up with my last boyfriend a few years ago - he was such a dork! I tried to be serious - 'cause I am a blond and you know what reputation I could have - but he was so SILLY!

Okay - this is so weird!

(Giggle)

So - concentrate - it's Tuesday. I just flew in to our corporate offices in San Francisco for meetings with our most important client. I didn't really want to go, 'cause it's a few days before Hallowe'en and I wanted to go to a party and maybe meet someone but I had to go and that's that. So I worked like a dog all day Tuesday and Wednesday and Thursday and went to my hotel and had room service and crashed every night and - slow down. S-l-o-w d-o-w-n. (Giggle)

Okay. I'm getting agitated - it's only a dream. A D-R-E-A-M. I hope…

So I get up Friday and go to the office - this should be the last day of this nonsense. Maybe I can still get home for Hallowe'en tonight. So I'm working on the depreciation schedules. But my boss, Mr. Ackerly comes in at noon and said that the finance guys at the client will finish them up, and I'm free to go. In fact, the office has scheduled a costume party and he thinks I should go - it'll be a 'good break,' or so he says.

So I'm thinking - why not. I can fly home Saturday (giggle) and relax at the party and over the weekend. So Mr. Ackerly tells me to take the rest of the day off and try to find a costume. He bids me goodnight and leaves me with a slip of paper with the address scribbled on it.

As it turns out, I shoulda gone to bed.

So - Friday afternoon, All Hallow's Eve, where to find a costume. First question: What to go as? Belly dancer? No - I'm too slender. Witch? Too common. I call a few costume places from the Yellow Pages, but they are out of cats, and leopards and pirates. What to go as? Maybe this is too difficult.

I know - I'll be a clown! I always wanted to be a clown, and no one will know its me under the makeup! I'll be a clown! I can let my hair (all 2" of it) down! This might actually be fun! Now - where to get a clown costume??

Here's a listing I didn't see before - "Clara's Clown Closet". "Only Clown Costumes - when only the BEST will do." I wonder why I didn't see that earlier. So I call them up and - SURPRISE - they have lots of costumes left! (giggle) They said come right over.

A $20 cab ride later, I'm standing in front of "Clara's" in one of the nicer parts of town. The mannequins in the window are all dressed as clowns, and look so colorful! This might actually work out! The little sign on the door says "By Appointment Only" and "ring for Entry" - they invited me over, so I guess this is as good as an appointment. I ring and the door buzzed.

I pushed the door open, and walked into the biggest clown emporium I have ever seen. Wigs, noses, costumes, makeup - everything. As I walked over to the counter, a woman came from behind the curtain and introduced herself as "Clara."

"Hi - I'm Candace." I responded.

"Oh - weren't you the person I just spoke to on the telephone? About a last minute costume?" she inquired.

"Yes - I got invited to a Hallowe'en party at the last minute and don't have a costume. I always wanted to be a clown, but I don't know the first thing about makeup or costumes or anything. Can you help me?"

"My dear - of course. Is your party tonight?" She asked, ever so helpful.

"Yes it is."

"Well, Candace, we could select your costume and complete your hair and makeup all right here, right now, and you could leave directly for the party if you wanted?" She told me - her voice was sweetly intoxicating.

"That sounds wonderful!" I said, "Where do we start?" I was becoming more eager to 'be a clown.' Only now do I realize that it was unusual for me to be so eager. (Giggle)

"Well, Candace, have you thought of what kind of clown you want to be? Clara asked. "No - I didn't know there were kinds of clowns.” I replied. "What are they?"

Clara told me that there were Auguste clowns, Whiteface clowns, Tramp clowns and Character clowns. I became more puzzled - I don't know why I wasn't thinking clearly. "Make me the clown you think would be best for me,” I stated. It was unusual for me to give up control so easily.

"I think you'd be a good Auguste clown,” Clara recommended, "and we can fix you right up. Now follow me,” she said as she swept behind the dividing curtain into the back room. I followed along.

Now the part that must be a dream - Clara just led me right along and look where I am now! (Giggle)

"You know, dear, clowns get their humor from exaggeration, you know that, don't you?" Her voice was like honey - I was drawn to it like a hungry bee.

"Oh yes - I know that" I said, but I didn't really know that - or did I?

"And the funniest clowns are the most exaggerated - you know that, right?" She said.

"Right" I said, somewhat drunkenly. What's happened to me?

"And wouldn't you like to be a most funny clown?” Clara asked. "Oh yes" I said - and look where it got me. (Giggle)

"So - we'll need to exaggerate you, won't we?"

"I guess so." I said, as Clara took my measurements and wrote them on a clipboard.

"Hmmmm," she said quizzically. "You need a little more substance to be exaggerated, wouldn't you agree?" "I guess so."

"Let me go to the rack and select a few things, now that I have your measurements" she said, appearing lost in thought. In a few minutes she returned, carrying what seemed like several large pillows. As she dropped them on the floor, they appeared to be cotton-lined Jello.

"I'm so sorry, dear, but we will need to exaggerate your, er, 'slender' figure. I want you to put this on - here, use this dressing room." She handed me what she was carrying and pointed to a curtained room a few feet away. "Now hurry up!" she commanded.

I scurried into the room and drew the curtain.

I began to inspect what she had given me - although not particularly heavy, it appeared to be a ridiculously proportioned women's body suit! If you looked up exaggerated in the dictionary, this suit might actually be there! And - I was replete with bra (attached to the cotton) and panties (also attached), in a clownish polka-dot pattern. I was momentarily stunned at the thought of the figure that would result if I wore this.

"Now, Candace, you must take off all your clothes before putting on your new undergarment - otherwise it won't, er, fit properly."

"Yes, ma'am.” I responded. I began to take off my clothes in the privacy of the dressing room.

Now disrobed, I found a zipper in the back of the bodysuit and unzipped it. It fell open at my feet and I stepped in and pulled it up over my shoulders. It was like putting on a cool, comfortable glove! It fit perfectly! It felt wonderful and caressing! I couldn't wait to zip it up! I hope I could find the strength to take it off at the end of the night (this wasn't a problem, as it turned out). I turned toward the mirror to admire myself.

Boy! Talk about an exaggerated figure! I couldn't believe the comical character that reflected back at me in the mirror. First, my neck, arms and legs were uncovered by the suit and unchanged. But that's all that stayed the same. My boobs were bigger than I have ever seen on a woman - even that dancer Chelsea Charms! Turning this way and that, I could see my boobs from behind me!

I couldn't believe it. In fact, the suit was so realistic that I had nipples, too! And what nipples! They were as round as saltshakers and protruded almost an inch! I marveled at the detail in this suit!

But as big as my boobs were, my butt was awesome. It protruded as much to the rear as my boobs did in front! I was enormously wide, and wondered to myself how I'd sit in a chair! I had the biggest hourglass figure in the world. I would be a great clown!

(Giggle)

A tape measure hung on the wall, and I struggled to measure myself. After some effort, I found I had a 95" bust and 85" butt. I measured my waist at 20", but somehow I never noticed that my waist had shrunk from its normal 29" size. I was so fuzzy.

'Are you ready? Come out here.” Clara commanded. I reached over my boobs and drew back the curtain and walked out, brushing the doorframe on each side. "What do you think?” I asked Clara.

"Well, you are a little small, but I think it's a great start!" she beamed. "Now - let's pick a costume!" She headed off to the rack and I waddled behind her. (Giggle) I was having a harder and harder time walking and keeping my balance, but tried to keep up.

In a few short minutes she had me outfitted in a set of ruffled bloomers with more then twenty petticoats, and a set of red and white striped socks that rose up and actually covered my enormous butt! A blue polka dot baby-doll dress went over the top of it all, making my enormous boobs seem even larger. As Clara directed me to a chair (without arms!), I sat and contemplated how much my butt projected over the edges as she placed a pair of 26" long Mary-Janes on my feet, in yellow. She asked me to stand.

"What do you think?” Clara asked, as she turned a wall-sized mirror to face me. I looked at the vision in the mirror and was speechless.

Except for the face on the person in the mirror that was clearly mine, I had become a ridiculous, exaggerated, corpulent clown. I turned this way and that, admiring myself and thinking how good I looked (which was odd - I usually liked how I looked as a girl, not a clown?!) (Giggle) Even as I turned, by boobies brushed the mirror and I felt a tingle in my chest. Although I realize now this was unusual, I didn't seem to notice it at the time.

"Oh Clara, I am a beautiful clown!” I exclaimed, my voice almost squealing. Had I been paying attention, I would have noticed it had risen in pitch a bit. "It's better than I could have hoped!" I would be the perfect clown for the party!

"But, Clara, what about my face?” I pouted. After all, a clown has to have a ridiculous face and hair.

"I've got just the thing,” Clara pointed out. "Come over here and recline in this chair," she invited. I did as I was directed.

As I settled myself into this larger-than-normal chair, I watched myself in the mirror. Strangely, as I walked the thirty feet from the dressing room to the makeup chair, I had found it easier to walk with my clown shoes, although I had begun to waddle even more exaggeratedly. Still, as I settled in this oh-so-plush chair, I giggled at watching how my body stuck out from the sides of the chair, and how my little boobies took up almost all my chest. I wanted to scratch an itch on one elbow, but was having a hard time reaching it with my other hand. Too bad my boobies are so small, I thought.

Clara positioned what looked to be a 1950-s style hair dryer over my head, and activated it to a low thrumming. "This will fix your hair right up,” she advised, " while I work on your face." With that, she opened a chest full of various makeup items, and began selecting among the clown noses for me.

"Let's see - I think this is about right,” she said, and turned toward me with the biggest, reddest, roundest clown nose I think I had ever seen! I have seen a lot of clowns, but I had never seen a nose this big. "Wow! What a nose" I giggled. I settled back even further in the chair, in total comfort in this new body. It felt too GOOD! I reveled in feeling my huge butt and boobies, and wondered how to be a funny clown.

"Now, hold still and let me get some adhesive,” Clara intoned. "This will feel quite natural, just like your new clown body, and should make you a very funny clown indeed. Now close your eyes…" she said. I closed my eyes, and seeming drifted off to sleep for what seemed like only a few seconds. The last thing I remember it Clara's fingers placing this enormous nose on my own……..

Gradually I awoke, and was briefly disoriented by a red ball in my field of vision. As I reached to scratch it (and hit it far earlier than I planned) I remembered Clara's placing it on my face. She was right! It felt quite natural! In fact, as I felt for a seam, I couldn't tell where it joined my own face. I was beginning to wonder what I looked like, as Clara was still working on my face and blocking my view of the mirror.

"Now - I think that does it! You are indeed a funny clown! You should be the hit of the party!" Clara was positively beaming! "I think this is my best work! Ready for a look?" she asked.

I nodded my head, unaccustomed to the shaking and quivering of this new nose on my face, and the resultant jiggles in my boobies and butt. "Yes - I want to be a clown! Please show me!" I pleaded. (Was my voice still higher?) With that, Clara backed away from my field of vision and I saw myself in the mirror.

To say I was a clown is an understatement. To say I looked ridiculous doesn't cover it. To say I would be the funniest clown that night was close, but still can't capture it. I had been completely transformed.

My face was still my face, but it was as if I was born to be a clown. Once I got over the shock of seeing that enormous nose on my face (and the huge nostrils on either side of it), I started to examine the detail of my new 'look.'

I don't know how Clara did it, but my eyebrows (which I kept so carefully trimmed) had been arched into a high sweeping arch over my eyes. As I turned my head from one side to the other, I kept imagining my eyebrows had become red McDonalds Golden Arches on my face. But that wasn't all. White clown makeup highlighted my eyes, which had grown the longest lashes I had ever seen - they must have measured more than an inch! They were full and lush, and fluttered when I blinked my eyes. When I reached to touch them, I felt no trace of adhesive. Clara was certainly good!

Below my nose (which dominated my face (goody) my lips seemed to have become plumper, yet were outlined as a traditional clown's mouth. Still feminine and shaped like an exaggerated version of my own lips, there was a definite clown smile as part of my new face. (Giggle) My skin positively glowed, although with a radiant peach color.

But that wasn't all! As Clara pulled the dryer off my head, my new red curly locks spilled out of the dryer - a perfect clown 'do! Covered in wide and gentle curls, by head was a mass of red - wild and silly. I was amazed.

"Clara - how did you do this?” I asked, wondering why my voice was reaching for higher octaves.

"It's magic, my dear. I love bringing people their dearest wish to be a clown. It's my gift to you." Clara smiled gently and patted me on the shoulder - but as she brushed my boobies, a jolt went through me. That's odd, I thought.

"But - I have one more surprise for you" Clara said. "The piece de resistance - and something to make you a truly unique clown." She pulled back my hair from my ears for me to see.

I couldn't believe it - my ears had grown! Now twice the size that my ears had been, they stuck straight out from my head! I had huge clown ears!

"Oh Clara, you've made me so happy! I will be such a funny clown tonight!" I was giddy with delight! (Giggle) I squirmed around in the chair and felt the smooth fabric of the chair against my butt, and the taught fabric of my baby doll dress against my little boobies. I was in heaven. I never stopped to notice that this was a bit odd until later. I was in giggly delight as I gazed at the clown in the mirror, butt sticking out from the chair, boobs sticking out from my chest, and the biggest nose I could imagine.

Clara helped me out of the chair.

"Now, dear, why don't I send your clothes back to your hotel and you can have fun and go straight to your party tonight? She asked.

"Sure" I giggled. I didn't want to wait being a clown for a minute. "What do I owe you for all this trouble?"

She quoted a modest sum, and I struggled to get my purse up over my boobies where I could see it, and then to get my wallet out of my purse and hand over a credit card. It took several tries, because I couldn't see around my new nose and got the wrong card several times. As Clara handed me my receipt and card, I bent forward and my boobies and I fell on the counter as I reached forward to sign the bill.

"Now you are getting into the spirit,” Clara said. "Clowns as exaggerated as you have to be clumsy, too!" she directed.

No problem there, I thought. There's a lot of me here to be clumsy with! Clara helped me right myself and placed my purse on my clothes. "Would you like anything before you go?" she inquired.

"Yes - I would like en teensy glass of water' I said

DeDe the Clown By Mikey Vincent (Clown, BE, MC) Here's an old clown TF story I found laying around my hard drive. It's weird but also fun!
#FemaleClownTransformation

DeDe the Clown

By Mikey Vincent

Deanna was in need of a change. As she pulled into a parking space in the strip mall, she studied her reflection in her rearview mirror. Tan skin, blue eyes, shoulder length blonde hair, her slender neck led to modest, B-cup breasts, a slim waist, a pert bottom, and long sexy legs. By anyone else’s standards she was a total babe.

That was the problem.

Sure she loved the sun and the beach and staying in shape, but in terms of looks, she looked like every other beach girl. She wanted to stand out, to be the center of attention. For all eyes to be on her when she entered a room.

That’s when she came across an ad in the paper:

“Want to be noticed? Want to STAND OUT? Want to be someone new?

One Week Only!

Free Makeovers by Stacey

You’ll be guaranteed to leave with a smile!”

That was exactly what she was looking for. She got out of her car and walked to the salon entrance. She was wearing her best designer jeans and a low-cut tank top. (‘Even if It was just a salon visit, why shouldn’t she look nice?’ She thought earlier)

“This better be worth it,” sighed Deanna, in her husky voice. Some people said she sounded like Scarlett Johannson.

A bell chimed as she walked through the door. As her eyes adjusted to the light she saw a receptionist’s desk and a few chairs. She didn’t see anyone, so she called out,

“Hello? Is anyone here?”

“I’ll be out in just a minute!” a voice shouted from the back. “Just make yourself comfortable!”

As she looked around the salon, she was surprised how empty the room was. The walls were lined with doors, which looked like changing stalls and storage closets. At the center of the room sat a single salon station. There sat an oversized salon chair, a full length mirror on either side, and a standard lighted mirror in the center, the table in front of it scattered with different items: hairspray bottles, brushes, blow dryers, etc. She also noticed a large cart, it almost looked like a toolbox you would find in someone’s garage. She went to take a closer look when she felt a tap on her shoulder; she jumped a bit as she turned around. Standing there was a tall, slender woman, in her late twenties. She was pretty, dressed in a smart white pantsuit with sensible flats, her black hair kept chin length in a sensible style. She had an average body, nothing too outstanding, maybe even a bit on the skinny side.

“Oh! Did I scare you? Sorry about that, I was just taking a little break. I’m Stacey.”

“Hi, I’m Deanna, I saw your ad and I was wondering if you had any openings today. I’m sorry about snooping around your stuff I—“

“Oh nonsense! I don’t mind people who take an interest in my craft! I just so happen to have some free time before my next appointment! There’s a changing room in the back, go ahead and get out of those clothes and put on one of the robes, I’ll just get everything ready here.”

Deanna stripped down to her bra and panties, and almost as if Stacey was watching, shouted out,

“Bra and panties too! Don’t want anything getting ruined!”

For some reason, Deanna didn’t think twice and stripped all the way down. She put on the robe and went back to the main room, leaving her clothes behind. As she took a seat in the salon chair and she was surprised at how large it was. ’It must be for oversized customers too, everything is so PC these days.’ She thought to herself. She also noticed the mirrors were covered.

Stacey just finished locking the door and closing the blinds in the front windows.

“Don’t want anyone interrupting our session!” She said with a smile. “Now, you mentioned you saw my ad, what exactly did you want to do today?”

“Well, I’m sick of looking like every other blonde beach girl in town, I want to turn heads, I want to be noticed, I want to STAND OUT!” she paused for a second, surprised at how excited her answer was.

“Well! I definitely like your attitude, I think what you need is a complete makeover! Top to bottom, I’m talking the works!”

“Oh that sound’s great! Please, Stacey, I’m in your hands, do whatever you like!”

“That’s just the response I was looking for. When I’m done, I think you’re going to make a very BIG impression on everyone! Let’s get started!” She turned Deanna away from the mirrors, “Don’t want to ruin the surprise!”

She wheeled over the giant cart from earlier and opened it up. Inside was the largest makeup supply ever! Not even Hollywood makeup artists had this much at their disposal.

“Now this is some makeup I have developed on my own. It’s not for sale yet because I can’t find a distributor for it, but the effects are amazing. This is why I’m giving free makeovers so I can have some customers when it does hit the market. It’s mainly for film use, because it is kinda thick… but would you like to try it?”

“Sure, why not? I mean it should come off pretty easily if I don’t like it right?”

“I suppose, if you don’t like it…” Stacey replied suspiciously, but Deanna thought nothing of it. “Now, this is a base coat. I’m going to cover most of your face so everything else will… stick.”

With each stroke of the brush, Deanna’s once bronze skin became whiter and whiter, till her entire face, even her eyelids, lips, and eyebrows were pale white. Next, Stacey reached for a tube of mascara. With each stroke, Deanna’s lashes grew thicker and longer, until her lashes were almost comically long, and fluttered every time she blinked. The added weight of her new lashes made it hard for Deanna to open her eyes fully, giving her ‘bedroom eyes.’

“Oh yes! That looks great! Let’s keep going!” She grabbed an eyebrow pencil and began to draw in Deanna’s eyebrows. With each stroke, Deanna’s old brows faded away, and were now replaced by swooping arches, with one cocked higher than the other, when coupled with her new lashes, gave Deanna a sexy ‘come hither’ look. She then put the pencil to right above Deanna’s lips, giving her a beauty mark. No reason, just an extra touch that ended up looking great on her.

Stacey grabbed a couple shades of eyeshadow in a wide variety of colors, filling in the space between her lashes and her eyebrows, till her eyes were an explosion of blues, greens, and purples. On anyone else it would have looked silly, but it somehow worked for Deanna’s rapidly changing look.

Next, she pulled out a tube of lipstick, fire engine red. Deanna gave a quizzical look, the first sign of resistance throughout this whole process. But Stacey was quick to resolve that.

“Now Deanna, you said you wanted to stand out. You’re gonna have to trust me on this, but I promise you’ll love the new look.”

Deanna’s worries faded away as she relaxed back into her chair. ‘Stacey has been so nice to me so far, how rude of me to question her.’ She thought to herself, and from then on resolved to just trust Stacey.

Stacey smiled, as she saw the resistance slip away from Deanna’s eyes. As she slathered on the lipstick, Deanna felt her lips tingle. What she didn’t notice was that with each swipe, her lips swelled more and more, puffing up past Angelina Jolie dimensions and showing no signs of stopping.

At this point, with her sultry eyes, and pouty lips, Deanna was quickly transforming from blonde beauty to a caricature of femininity. Stacey could not stop smiling as she turned to the cart for some blush. Deanna couldn’t help but notice Stacey’s butt straining the bottoms of the pantsuit. ‘Funny, I didn’t notice Stacey having a little ‘junk in her trunk.’ She thought with a shrug. Turning back around, Stacey brushed away a strand of her shoulder length wavy brown hair.

“Are you enjoying this so far? I know I am. We can stop if you’d like.” Stacey asked.

“Oh no! Please keep going! Whatever you’re doing feels great! I’m excited to see how I turn out!” Deanna replied excitedly, anxiously squirming in her seat.

“Okay, then! I’m almost done with your makeup, then we can move on to your hair and body!”

“My body?” Deanna asked, pursing her plump lips, almost causing Stacey to giggle.

“Of course Deanna! Remember, I said we’re doing a COMPLETE makeover! Now actually, hold that pout for me while I add some blush!”

With each stroke of the brush, Deanna’s cheekbones became more and more prominent. When Stacey put the brush down and stepped back to take a look, she couldn’t help but smile as Deanna ended up being unable to stop pouting, as the makeup reshaped her face and bone structure. Deanna now looked like she was always ready for a kiss.

“Okay! I think we’ve covered the face, let’s move on to the hair!” Stacey said as she walked to back to her workstation. Deanna definitely noticed Stacey’s larger hips adding an exaggerated sway to her walk, and her large, heart shaped behind threatening to burst through her red polka dotted pantsuit as her two inch heels clacked on the tile floor. She returned with a strange bottle of liquid, bright pink, almost glowing. She sat down on a nearby stool and showed the bottle to Deanna.

“Now this is a special concoction I whipped up, it’s basically waterless shampoo and conditioner! It will add some extra body to your hair while introducing a deep conditioner directly to your scalp. Care to give it a go?”

“Sure!”

“Now this next step does take a while so can I get you anything while I’m working?” Asked Stacey

“Actually, I’m a little thirsty, do you have any water?”

Stacey frowned, in mock disappointment. “I’m sorry Dee, actually I’m all out. But I do have a smoothie I picked up on my break. Would you like it? I’m probably not going to drink it; I always buy the largest ones for some reason. It’s strawberry, my favorite!”

Deanna perked up, “I LOVE strawberry! Are you sure you don’t want it?”

“Oh! By all means, let me go get it from the front desk. You sit tight!” She said as she swayed to the counter, her ample bottom jiggling with each click of her four-inch pumps and her mid-back length auburn hair swaying in rhythm.

What Deanna didn’t know was that this drink was meant for her. Another one of Stacey’s creations, it had a special blend of ingredients that would change Deanna entirely, one could say she would be a different person.

As Stacey clicked back to the workstation, Deanna noticed Stacey’s top few buttons of her polka dotted jacket were undone, exposing Stacey’s C-cup cleavage in a tasteful manner. As Stacey handed her the cup, she also noticed Stacey’s ¾ inch long nails, as red as the polka dots of her outfit. She thanked Stacey for the drink and wrapped her overinflated lips on the strangely out of place crazy straw. As the pink drink coursed its way through the loops, she could swear the drink was almost glowing. As the smoothie finally made it into her mouth, she was greeted with an explosion of flavor!

“Wow Stacey! This is delicious!” exclaimed Deanna, her voice an octave higher.

“Glad you like it Dee! Now sit back and enjoy while I get to work.” Stacey said as she applied a liberal amount of her special chemical to Deanna’s hair.

As Stacey worked the chemical into Deanna’s scalp, she could see Deanna’s body begin to relax more and more. The chemicals in the shampoo, combined with the smoothie, began to alter Deanna’s mind. Before long, Deanna would cease to be. Stacey paused for a second from her scalp massage and clicked away, out of Deanna’s sight. She wheeled over and positioned what looked to be a 1950’s style hair dryer over Deanna’s head, and activated it to a low thrumming.

"This will activate the chemical in the shampoo and fix your hair right up, Dee.” she advised.

A very relaxed Deanna could only nod her head as she drifted further and further away. What she didn’t know was that the dryer was rigged to emit subliminal messages that would help further Deanna’s transformation. As she absentmindedly sipped her delicious beverage, she began to feel tingly. All her thoughts and concerns were drifting away, as carefree as the drink made its way through each loop of the crazy straw. Slowly, her ideals of looks and body image were being replaced with those of Stacey’s specifications. One key word that kept on repeating in the messages was ‘BIG.’

Soon her hair began to grow. Slowly at first, but then more and more rapid with each minute. Her once straight, naturally golden blonde hair was exploding into thick, platinum blonde ringlets, gaining more and more volume. Soon her thick, golden locks were spilling out of the bottom of the dryer and creeping further and further down the back of her chair. The growth only slowed as the hair began to pool on the floor, an alluring cascade of platinum blonde curly perfection. The added weight of this expanse of hair made it difficult for Deanna to keep her head up. The rhythmic thumping and warmth of the dryer combined with her and her relaxed state, and soon Deanna was dozing off, still absentmindedly sipping her giant pink beverage.



*DING!*

Deanna woke with a yawn and a stretch.

“Oh my goodness! I must have fallen asweep!” Deanna said. Gone was her smoky, sultry voice, now replaced by a sex-kitten whisper, high-pitched and breathy, even a bit childish. She didn’t even notice. In her hand, she still held the now empty cup. She had consumed all the contents in her dreamy daze.

“Oh good, DeDe you’re awake! You looked so peaceful, I didn’t want to wake you!” Stacey said, swaying back over to her half-awake project. If Deanna still had her senses about her, she would notice the woman before her was nothing like she was when she first arrived.

Gone was the slender, sharply dressed business woman. Before her was a bombshell. Starting from the bottom, she was perched on seven-inch white heels, leading up to perfect calves and thick, womanly thighs. These were the definition of ‘gams,’ which led to her wide hips and generous derriere looking like they were poured into her white satin pants, decorated with bright red hearts in a polka-dot pattern. This led up to a thin waist making way to her ridiculous bust. EE-cup breasts were pressed and pushed up, threatening to spill out of her too-tight jacket, which matched the pants, and her white lace bra peeking out . Her fingers sported 1 ½” red talons, and her hands and wrists were adorned with multiple gold rings and bracelets, the jingling adding to her attention-getting walk. This led up to slender shoulders and a graceful neck, adorned with gold necklaces. Her face was anything but subdued. Red pouty lips (although not as pouty as Deanna’s!) a pert, little nose, sultry, smoky eyes, and elegant eyelashes and eyebrows completed her look. Her ears sported two large gold hoops in each ear, that clinked when she walked. All of this was capped off by her hair! Big, curly red hair flew out in all directions, flowing all the way down to her outrageous backside. She was made up to gain attention. As she stepped, something on her, whether it be her hair or body, or jewelry, was constantly moving.

Her hair was bouncing, her huge tits swaying and jiggling in a sexy way, even her big ass bounced as she teetered up to the anxiously waiting Deanna.

“Oh my gosh!” said Deanna in her new breathy voice. “Miss Stacey! You are beeeeeauuutifulll!”

Stacey couldn’t help but laugh at how childish Deanna sounded. She was almost done.

“Oh, so you like the way I look?”

“Oh yes! I would LOVE to look like you! You’re so beautiful and bouncy and pretty and your hair and your clothes and and—“

“Haha, okay, calm down DeDe! What if I told you I COULD make you look like this? What if I told you I could make you look any way you want? Would you like that?”

“OH YES! Yes Miss Stacey! I would love that so much!”

“What would you change about yourself?”

“I want to be BIG! Big everything! I want everyone to notice me! I want everyone to stare at me, I want to be the center of attention!”

“I think I can take care of that.” She said as she lifted the dryer off of Deanna’s hair. As the hood lifted, a waterfall of curly, platinum hair spilled out, tugging Deanna’s head back a little bit. “Well, we have your hair and makeup done, now all that’s left is your body! Follow me to the changing rooms!”

“Oh, goody goody goody!!!” Deanna said as she jumped up, she stumbled a bit as she was getting used to her now long hair.

Stacey looked back and smiled at her work. From the neck down, she was still a pretty, tanned, average girl, but from the neck up, she was a vision! Clown makeup, exaggerated facial features, ridiculously long hair, she was a Ringling Brothers Lady Godiva! Deanna gathered her hair in her hands, not even realizing how drastic this change was, and scampered up to Stacey, who was standing by a room marked

“De-Tanning Room”

“But Miss Stacey, I’m already tan!”

“Silly DeDe, this is the DE-Tanning room! Everyone is tan these days, how are you going to stand out if you look like everyone else. When you’re finished here, you’ll be as far away from tan as possible!”

“Well, okay Miss Stacey!” Dede dropped her robe without a second thought, piled her hair in a big mass on top of her head, with a little help from Stacey, and entered the room.

Inside was what looked like a stand-up tanning bed. As the door closed behind her, the room was lit up with black lights, emitting a cool blue glow. A nozzle came up from the ground and began to rotate around her body and legs. A white mist began to spray Deanna, and before long, her entire body was glowing in the black light, covered in the warm white spray.

As soon as it had started, the process had ended. Deanna emerged to a waiting Stacey. From top to bottom she was pale white, matching her already made up face.

Stacey clasped her hands in glee, her bracelets and rings jingling wildly, “Oh goodness! You turned out better than I hoped! Let’s keep going!” As she swayed to the next room.

Deanna saw Stacey now walk in an exaggerated fashion. Gone was the confident, business-like stride, now Stacey walked exaggeratedly femininely. Palms turned out and down, her feet one in front of the other, exaggerating her already outrageous sway even more. ‘Golly, I sure do wish that I look half as good as she does when I’m done. She must get attention everywhere she goes!” Thought Deanna, obviously in a new frame of mind.

They came to a changing room, much like the first room Deanna entered when she started this strange journey.

“Now then,” Said Stacey, her hands on her hips in a mock-authority stance. “We’re almost done. I picked out some clothes for you to wear. Now, you’re gonna have to trust me, but these will DEFINITELY get you noticed, and I think you’ll find that BIG look you’ve been wanting! Now scoot!” She said playfully as she patted the girl’s perky, bare bottom. ‘That’s the last time her butt will ever be that small!’ Stacey thought to herself with a knowing smirk. Deanna was a fit of giggles and squeals as she headed into the room, shutting the door behind her.

As she entered the changing room, she cooed at her clothing choices. ‘Oh Miss Stacey has such good taste! I’m going to be the center of attention for sure!’

She picked up the panties first. They were a frilly number, full of lace and ruffles. They were also monstrously huge. Deanna didn’t even think twice and slid them on. As they snaked up her slender legs, they began to tingle. Her legs began to grow, thickening her thighs and calves into womanly proportions, but they didn’t stop there. They passed the point of healthy and settled on just plain thick. Her once slender legs, from days of swimming and surfing, were now like tree trunks, but had the right amount of softness to them. As the panties settled on her bottom, her butt met the same fate as her legs. Gone was her small, perky butt, now each cheek was more and more rotund. Her once pert, round bottom was swollen and soft, and as it got larger it got progressively lower, and yet still not a blemish was on her. Her ass grew and grew, until they met the panties, the ruffles stretched across her new expanse, drawing attention to the sheer size.

She loved it! She ran her hand over her pale white thigh and playfully slapped her new bottom, sending ripples throughout it without showing any signs of stopping.

Next was her bra. It matched the panties with both the lace and frills, but also the size. She squealed with joy as she snapped it on. As she completed the final clasp, she fell to the bench as a sensation of feelings overcame her. Her large behind made a fun ‘slap’ as it hit the leather, but Deanna didn’t even notice. She was to overcome with the sensations on her chest. She squirmed as her breasts exploded to meet the size of the bra, filling each and every inch of the bra, even overflowing it a bit as her breasts pushed together in a pillowy cleavage. As she struggled to get up, her arm brushed her nipple through the fabric and she almost fell back over! ‘Goodness! My boobies sure are sensitive! *Tee-hee!*’

She turned and pouted in concentration at the other items. She picked up a pair of stockings, they were pink and white, with vertical stripes running down them. She struggled to look past her new MM- cup breasts to put her feet in the stockings. They slid perfectly up her thick legs and stopped at the top of her thighs. She turned this way and that, trying to look at her new gams past her breasts and large bottom. She slid on some bright pink bloomers, which accented her stockings perfectly, and were tight enough that you could see her ruffles from her panties through them.

Next up were the shoes. She found a pair of nine inch platform heels, size 22EE. Without a second thought she slid her dainty feet into them, and like clockwork, her feet ballooned to fit the shoes perfectly. The added angle of the heels caused her to push her breasts and butt out even further, but she found that somehow it improved her balance.

Finally there was the dress. It was bright pink and white, like everything else, and had big lips printed in a pattern all over it. As she shimmied into the dress, she giggled at how short it was. It stopped right at her hips, and the built in petticoats were so stiff it stuck out on all sides, giving anyone who wanted a very generous view of her generous backside. The top was cut very low, giving onlookers a full view of her expansive cleavage. She found a pair of white gloves in the front of the dress, but they only had four fingers. She slid them on, not thinking twice, her middle and ring finger fusing together, but not providing any discomfort.

She was absolutely giddy as she clomped out of the dressing room. Even with her giant feet and outrageous figure she glided through the salon like she was on a catwalk. Stacey was waiting at the salon chair for her.

“Oh DeDe! You look incredible! Come, have a seat and we’ll do some finishing touches!”

Dede sashayed over to the chair and had a seat. The once oversized chair now fit her figure like a glove, like it was made for her. She looked over at Stacey, who had changed again.

Her hair was bigger, if possible, a wild mane of bright red curls, matching the red hearts on her silk pantsuit. Her breasts had grown some more, but no where as close as Deanna’s and her hips had widened some more. If Stacey had an hourglass figure, Deanna had to have had two hours!

“Now DeDe, I’m going to let you in on a secret.” Stacey said as she let down Deanna’s mass of curls and began to style it. “The changes I’ve made today are very special. You came in wanting a change. You wanted to be noticed. You wanted to be the center of attention. You wanted to be BIG.” She reached for some bright pink ribbons from her cart and began to put Deanna’s hair in bunches. “I provided those changes for you. Hopefully you like them, I think you will. Would you like to see the new you?”

“Oh yes! Yes Miss Stacey! PLEASE! I can’t wait to see what you’ve done!”

“Very well, stand up and take a look.”

Deanna squirmed out of the chair and stood at the mirror as Stacey dropped the sheets. She could not believe what she was seeing.

Extra large, pink platform heels, thick, pink and white striped stocking-clad, gams led to thick thighs, her ruffled and pantied enormous bottom and wide hips curved into a narrow waist, leading up to cartoonishly huge boobs. Her face was a vision of sensuality and caricature. Her massive blonde curls were parted into two large pigtails, cascading down both sides of her head, forming a platinum blonde aura. Her ridiculous dress, gloves, and overall look provided one conclusion. She was a CLOWN!

“Oh my god! I’m a, a—“

“Yes, you can say it, a clown!” Said Stacey as she walked up behind Deanna, who noticed Stacey’s final change.

Stacey had completed her changes. Her skin was pale white, her lips, by now inflated into a parody of sexuality, were pulled tight, revealing large and shiny white teeth. The makeup on her face gained small touches, little hearts at the corners of her eyes and lips and her nose was replaced with a big red clown nose. Her hair was now a bright red afro, her pantsuit had become baggy while still accentuating her proportions. Big red hearts were plastered all over the suit, including two large ones over her breasts and a VERY large one over her bottom. Her heels had grown to match Deanna’s and she ran a hand, along Deanna’s neck and kissed her cheek.

“Think of it, a clown is the ULTIMATE attention getter! And the way I made you, you’ll be the best clown ever! “ She ran a hand down to Deanna’s bottom, her 2” long red nail tracing the ruffles.

Deanna was torn. Gone was the slender, tanned blonde athlete, replaced with this exaggerated tribute to femininity. She was so attracted and turned on by what she saw.

“Join me, be a clown with me, think of how good it feels. I’ll leave it up to you,” Stacey said as she handed Deanna a bright pink sphere. A clown nose. “All you have to do is put the nose and the changes are complete. If not, we’ll clean you up, and you can go back to being same old Deanna.”

Deanna held the nose in her four-fingered gloved hand. She looked at what she had become. The pouty lips, the big hair, the big curves. Was this what she wanted? Should it feel this good? She spent what felt like a lifetime looking at her new reflection.

“Very well,” Stacey said, as she turned and clicked away on her heels. She began to pack up her cart when she was spun around by Deanna wearing the clown nose.

“Oh Miss Stacey! Of course I’ll be a clown with you! Thank you so much! This is just what I wanted!” She squealed as she kissed Stacey on the lips, their noses squeaking as they touched.



Two weeks later…

Kayla was sitting at Starbucks flipping through the paper.

“Stood up again, what a surprise. When are things going to change for me?” She sighed. She got up and picked up the paper to throw it away when an insert fell out. She picked it up and read the ad:

“Want to be noticed? Want to STAND OUT? Want to be someone new?”

The Storefront (#Clowns? #BE , #Butt , #Personality ) by darkdonny
#Clownification #FemaleClownTransformation

I have been posting a series of transformation fiction on deviantArt called "Clowntopia" which is a simple concept that beyond our world there are several alternate realities. One of these is called Clowntopia, and the doorway to this reality is located in the back of an old Joke shop. The people that find themselves there don't stay the same for very long. Someone who read this on DeviantArt suggested I post it here, so I figured I'd test the waters with the first story I ever wrote in the series. Please be adviced. It is very strange. Clown transformation is a weird thing, I know, and not everybody likes it (espeically those with a fear of clowns) but If you like it, and wish me to post the rest of the stories, I would love to. I love this place, and I hope I'll be able to contribute with this series and even more.

Clowntopia: The Storefront

Jennifer stared at the sign that hung above the door to the shop she had never seen before. Being in a popular beach town, new shops sprung up all the time, but this one looked, for lack of a better word, old. Old, as if it had been there for years, and yet, she, who had lived there all her life, had never ever seen it. The old wooden sign above the door swung in the open air read in gold letters "Chuckle's Joke Shop. "

"Joke Shop" she said to herself with curiosity in her voice. "This should be interesting."

She opened the door which instead of ringing a bell, honked a loud horn. She peered into the store, not knowing what to expect. She then walked in and saw shelves going down the length of the very long shop.

"Hello?" she said, trying to judge who was inside the store, if anyone. She looked around, not really seeing anyone as she let the door close, which let out another loud honk.

"Oh Hello there!" said a friendly male voice. Suddenly a man popped up from behind the checkout counter. He wore a friendly painted on smile, his skin was pale as snow, his cheeks were dotted with red, and his hair was a bright blue.

"Welcome to Chuckle's Joke Shop! I am Chuckles. How may I help you?" he smiled.

"Uh, I was just…looking. I saw the shop and, well, got curious." Jennifer said.

He smiled, his painted lips stretching thin. "Well, curiosity is the best thing for a girl your age. My Shop offers wonders for all ages" he said as he fiddled with three brown plastic cups on his counter. "For example" he said as he lifted up the middle cup, revealing a small red plastic ball, about the size of ping pong ball. He then put the cup back down over the ball. "See if you can follow the red ball."

He then began to slide the cups back and forth, weaving them beside each other, getting faster and faster as he did. Jennifer thought she had a good grasp on where the ball was as she watched him move them around. Suddenly he stops and looks up at you smiling. "Where did it go?"

She looks down and taps the cup on the right, confident that she had followed its path to the right location. Chuckles grinned and lifted up the cup revealing no ball. "Good guess. Try again." He suggested. She then pointed to the cup on the left, which when lifted also revealed no ball.

"Wow, I thought I had that one" she laughed.

"Watch this" he said, lifting up the center cup, revealing that the ball wasn't there either…it had vanished!

"What do you have to say to that!" Chuckles laughed.

She merely looked at him, and then opened her mouth to speak, and was shocked to find that she had something in her mouth…she put her fingers in between her full lips and pulled out the ball.

"What the…How did you do that?" she asked, astonished.

"Magic, my dear. I specialize in Magic." He chuckled as he took the ball from her, cupped it in his hand, and with a quick jerk, the ball vanished again, this time into thin air.

"I don't believe you." She said still confused by this clown's trick.

"Most don't. Only a rare few really understand that what I do is real magic, and not some silly parlor trick." He sighed. "But if you aren't convinced, I am sure I can find something to really catch your interest. Do you like Clowns…like myself?" he said.

She looked at him strange for a second. "Well, I've never really thought of it, but if you are asking if clowns bother me, then no."

"Good. I think I have something that'll really entertain you. Let me go out back and see if I can find it…"

He left and Jennifer watched as he walked out, looking his strange colorful outfit over with a look of confusion.

"How did he do that?" she mumbled to herself. "You can't just make things appear out of thin air…it isn't possible. How did the ball…what the hell is this place."

She browsed the shelves, which ranged from the usual joke gifts one can find almost anywhere, like hand buzzers, flowers that squirt water, whoopee cushions, as well as clown costume pieces like round red noses, colorful outfits, and big shoes. She grabbed one of the clown horns and honked it, it emitting a very loud sound for such a small horn. She laughed and placed it back on the shelf. As she browsed she lost track of time, and didn't realize that an hour or so had passed from when Chuckles had left to find something. When she realized this she couldn't believe she had wasted an hour.

"I can't stay here all night" she said with a sigh as she looked around. "I should let him know that I'll come back another time"

She quickly made her way to the back of the store and passed through the yellow curtain that hung between the store and the back room. She noticed that it was oddly quiet. Oddly, the back room was completely empty, devoid of anything…no boxes of extra merchandise, no sign of an office or a safe…just an empty room with a single wooden door, which was slightly ajar. She walked over to the door

"Chuckles? Are you back there? I need to get going. I'll…" she said as she slowly opened the door, but what happened next took her breath away. The door creaked open, and instead of the outside of the store or another room, all she saw was a bright wall of swirling colors, like a spinning rainbow trapped in the doorway. She couldn't believe it. It was so beautiful and so…tempting. She had to touch it. She reached her hand up to it and was shocked when her hand went right through the colors, as if they were a waterfall. She pulled her hand back quickly. She stared at the colors for a second, then put both hands into the rainbow wall, and like before, it was like passing through water…until she felt something pulling on her hands.

"What the hell?" she screamed as she tried to pull herself out, but it wasn't working. She tried her best and only found herself being pulled deeper into the wall of colors, and before she knew it, she had been totally pulled through it, and to her astonishment, she was now sliding down a large tube that shared the swirling colors of the doorway. She realized that no matter how impractical it was…she had fallen through a portal to somewhere completely different.

She screamed as the tunnel went on for what seemed like hours. She looked down at her jeans to see if the friction was tearing them , and she was relieved to see they were fine. Soon she saw a flat wall of colors coming up at the end of the tunnel, like the one back in the store, and she braced herself for the impact, which…never came. With little fanfare, she popped out on the other side of the colorful portal, and she looked around at what appeared to be the room she was in only moments ago, except there stood Chuckles.

"I was wondering when curiosity would get the better of you." He chuckled as he helped her up.

"What in the blue hell was that?" she shouted.

"Calm down, Jennifer" he said, causing her eyebrows to raise at the mention of her name, something she had never given him. "That was a portal."

"Two things. Number One!" she said, still heated "How do you know my name…and Number Two…a portal to Where?" she added as she put her hands on her slim hips.

Chuckles smiled and patted her on the shoulder. "Like I said, Magic, my dear. Your name just came to me…and this…" he said motioning to the surrounding area "…is the back room of my store, The Clowntopia Branch."

"Clown-what-ia?" Jennifer said, mouth open wide.

"Clowntopia…the world where clowns come from. Another dimension…a much more colorful one, I might add" he said proudly as he lead her into the front of his store, which was a far cry from the store she had set foot in. Instead of the dram old stained wood, this was bright blue walls, with curved wood like one might see in a Dr. Suess book. The shelves this time were filled with far stranger items, including things that were labeled as potions and elixers, and several items that claimed to be real magic.

"So I found what I was looking for. Proof that the magic I speak of really doe exist…if that little journey was not proof enough." He smiled.

She frowned and looked at him. "Fine. What is it"

The man smiled " You sure you want to know?"

She goes to speak, when she realizes that he had once again made something appear in her mouth. She pulled it out to reveal a round pink rubber…clown nose.

"There we go. If you really want to know if magic exists, please, put the nose on." He suggested.

As if to prove him wrong, she does exactly that, wearing a smug smile on her face. The nose went on with no trouble, and she grinned.

"So…is that it? Is that the magic." She said.

"Hold your horses, it takes a second" Chuckles said as he watched for something. When he saw it, his painted smile twisted into a wide grin that almost frightened Jennifer.

She stared at him, but was soon distracted by a slight tingle in her nose area. She looked down and wondered what it was.

"Well, this has been fun, but…it's time to wrap this up. " she said, not really noting the slight nasally quality that had been added to her voice. She then went to remove the nose by pulling it off, but was met with a shock when it not only refused to budge, but it actually hurt. She then gasped when she felt the sensation of her fingers on the rubber ball of the clown nose. Somehow, it had become part of her face!

"What's a matter, there, Jen-Jen? " he laughed as he watched with pride as Jennifer started to become very pale…and then a step beyond, into pure white, like Chuckles himself. She held up her hands and gasped as she watched her normal healthy pink skin become chalk white.

"Stop This Now!" She said desperately, her voice sounding even more nasally.

"Sorry, can't" Chuckles said. "The nose sets things into motion, and I can't fix them until it's done."

Jennifer groaned as she felt strange tingling sensations moving throughout her body. She then watched in horror as her shirt started to push out due to the growth of her breasts. They started to fill out and plump up, going from their average B cup, to a DD in seconds, and then even more. She felt her t-shirt rip as the two boobs started bubbling outwards. She let out a tiny scream when she realized her ass was following suit, filling out quickly from pert little bottom, to bubble butt, to a plain plump ass. Her Jeans tore like they were paper, and she felt her hips expand to accommodate her new rear end. Her thighs started to get thicker too.

"What…are you doing to…me" she said with gasps of air escaping her.

"Proving my magic is as real as it gets" he said with a laugh. "it feels pretty real, doesn't it, Jen-Jen"

All she could do was nod, as she felt her face starting to reshape. Her lips, already pretty full, started getting thicker and curled into a painted on red smile. She reached up and felt them, and let out a tiny cry of fright. She then felt the tingle itch above her eyes, and reached up to feel her eyebrows vanish, only to be replaced with drawn on curly ones.

"I'm becoming a Clown!" she screamed as she looked in a nearby mirror to see her long raven hair start to curl and and become bright fire-truck red…

"and a very sexy one, at that!" Chuckles said, sounding very proud and amused with himself.

She watched the mirror as her feet started to stretch out, breaking free of the flip flops she was wearing and then growing to become very large. She then felt her toes tingle as they get a little thicker and wider, adding to their comical look.

"No! You have to change me back!" she said, begging as she watched her hands start to balloon up, getting thicker, and then the middle and ring fingers on each hand began to merge into one finger, leaving her with cartoon-like hands.

"Ah! My…this…Impossible" she gasped

"Still doubting?" he said as he walked over to her "I thought you might" he said as he grabbed her pink nose and gave it a squeeze, letting out a cartoonish honk, and then…suddenly things started to feel very fuzzy for her.

"Wha…did you do?" she mumbled as the room started spinning around her. "I wan…go…home."

"Home?" he asked.

"Home." She repeated.

"But…I thought this was your home, Jen-Jen."

"Home" she repeated, sounding very dazed, her voice going up in pitch, sounding almost childish.

"Yes, my dear, home. " he said, and the room stopped spinning. She looked around, and down at her partially naked body, and…giggled.

"Of course I'm home, Mr. Chuckles!" she laughed.

Chuckles grinned ear to ear as he let out a trademark chuckle. "Well, Jen-Jen, what can I do for you today?"

"I came for some new clothes…Got anything silly in?" Jennifer, now Jen-Jen the Clown, asked of her favorite shop keeper.

"Well, of course I do. Who do you think I am" he laughed as he led her over to a rack of clothing. After a few moments of digging, she found an adorable dress that fit her curvy body perfectly, as well as a pair of high heeled clown shoes that were, in her opinion, "abso-toot-a-loutly adorable!"

She wiggled her herself over to the counter and pulled out her pocket-book from the real world, which Chuckles grabbed quickly.

"Oh, Jen-Jen, still carrying that ugly thing. Here" he said as he handed her a pink one that had all of her identification for Clowntopia and clown money and everything inside. "It's on the house, just like your new outfit."

"Oh, Chuckles, you spoil me so!" she giggled, with a flick of her red curls. "Anything new come in that's worth checking out."

Chuckles smiled and pointed to a display in front of the cash register. A cardboard stand filled with packs of gum that all read "BuckTooth" on the label, and the picture was of a clown girl with overgrown front teeth, which made Jen-Jen giggle. "Oh, I'll take a pack of that too."

Chuckles handed her a pack, and watched her take a piece and begin to chew, and in seconds, the resulte was clear, as Jen-Jen smiled wide for him. He giggled at his new creation, standing there with curves from heaven, long red ringlettes, and an adorable pair of Buck Teeth.

"Oh, before you go, Jen-Jen, I wanted to ask you a question" he said.

"Of Cour-th-se you can" she lisped.

"Do you belive in Real Magic?"

"Why, Ye-th, I do. I mean, who doesn'th" she giggled.

"Come back anytime, Jen-Jen" he laughed as she opened the door.

"S-th-ee you S-th-oon" she laughed as she walked out, her hips wobbling back and forth as she stepped onto the streets of Clowntopia, not even noticing that it wasn't the world she grew up in or knew, but rather her new home.

Chuckles started out the window of his storefront, and giggled as she joined the crowds of clowns large and small walking down the street. She was truly at home now.

"Another Satisfied Customer" he chuckled .

Don't Make Me Laugh (#BE, #WG , #DG , #IQ , #Clown )
FemaleClownTransformation

posted some of my odd clown stories on the previous site, so I figured I'd try and post some here. This is the most risque story I've written, featuring sex and other naughty stuff. I hope you enjoy, even if it is a little…strange.



Don't Make Me Laugh

Written by Hugo Prosperio

Idea by matago

(Warning. This story contains heavy sexual content, a rarity amongst my stories. It also includes strange transformation fetish material, so if that ain't your cup of tea, please, feel free to move on. For those interested in Bimbo and Clown TFs, and other strange things, read on)

The sun was shining as Veronica James walked into her local police station. You see, Veronica loved her job as a police woman. She loved the power it gave her, and she was never afraid to show it. Most people that knew here would have described her as being cold. She walked in her long dirty blonde hair tied into a bun that was hidden under her uniform hat, and she grinned as she walked in. She loved that every man in the station would give anything to be with her, and she wouldn't give any of them an inch. She loved how much power it gave her over them.

"Hey, Ronnie" one of her fellow officers said to her as he passed. She grabbed him by his arm.

"I told you not to call me that. My name is Veronica." She said.

"Yeesh, what a grip. I'm sorry" he said as she let go, and he quickly moved away from her. She grinned as he walked away, knowing how much she had just bruised his ego. "Probably wanted to ask me out on a cheap date" she mumbled to herself.

"Officer James?" said the voice of one of her bosses. "You really aren't a people person, are you?"

She turned around to look at him. "No. I'm not. You've never complained about it before, Captain." She noted.

"True. It makes you a very effective cop, I'll admit…just take it easy on the guys around here. They don't bite, so you shouldn't either. Anyway, I am going to need you to do a few laps in your car today, keep an eye out for hooligans." He said.

She nodded and went to the locker room to grab her gear. A young male officer smirked. "Hey there, Veronica. How's it going?"

"Beat it, Kid" she snarled at him as she hooked her gun onto her slender waist.

"I'll take that as a no, then?" he said.

"Yes. Forever and a day…yes. It will always be a no, you little scumbag." She said as she left and headed out of the building.

"Someday, you'll come around. I'm the best you ever gonna get, girlfriend" he smirked. She turned around and slapped him in the face.

"That's the best YOU ever gonna get, asshole." She said as she stomped out and left the station.

"Some people never change" The Captain sighed as he sipped his coffee.



Veronica fumed as she drove down the street in her squad car. She couldn't believe how many assholes she worked with, and how stupid they all were. She sighed as she scanned the area for any trouble, when suddenly she spotted something. A VW Bug pulled over on the side of the road had smoke pouring out from the windows.

"Here we go. Some teenagers smoking something they shouldn't." She smiled. "This'll improve my mood"

She turned on her flashing lights, and just for kicks turned on the sirens as she pulled up behind the parked car.

"I'll let them squirm for a bit" she said with a slight derisive laugh. These were the moments when she thoroughly enjoyed her job. After a few moments, she turned off the sirens and got out of the car. She could hear noises coming from the parked car, noises that sounded like giggling. As she approached the vehicle, she overheard voices. A sugary sweet female voice laughed then said "Go on, keep smoking, it'l change your life"

She pulled out her baton and walked up and tapped it slightly against the door of the driver's side. The girl sitting in the driver's seat turned her head and smiled.

"Hello there, officer!" the girl said. Veronica looked her over, seeing a very fat girl in her twenties, long curly brown hair, rosy cheeks, and wearing what looked like a yellow sundress that was far too tight for her, showing off ample amounts of pudgy fat cleavage. She then glanced at the face, and beneath the gaudy makeup and double chin, she recognized the girl.

"Molly?" she said, letting out a surprised gasp. She had caught this girl many times trying to buy or smoke pot, but she was always thin on Veronica's memory. Something drastic had changed about her.

"Looks like all that weed gave you the munchies, huh?" she smirked.

"I guess so, officer…James" Molly said looking at the name tag. Molly didn't seem to remember her, but she smiled none the less. "How are you on this B. e. a. utiful day?"

"I'm fine. Now then, what might you and your friend" she said pointing at the young man in the passenger seat who had such pale skin he looked like a vampire. "…what might you be sampling today?" she added as she pointed at the joint in Molly's fingertips.

Molly giggled. "Well, Silly, this is Wacky Weed. It's really good. You want some?"

This caught Veronica off guard. She was used to seeing kids try to lie about what they were doing, but to outright say it, and then offer her some? She was stunned.

She quickly regained her composure and let out a trademark snort "Don't make me laugh. Young lady, that substance is quite obviously illegal, and I need you to hand it over this instant." She said.

"Like, what if I don't want to" she said as she took in a huge drag off the joint and blew the smoke towards Veronica, specifically that what was closest to her own eye level, Veronica's crotch.

"Hey! Don't make me rip you out of that car!" Veronica snarled, not noticing the slight tingle that had formed in her panties. Molly giggled and opened the car and stepped out, her green flip-flops smacking against the pavement as she did.

"Now then, give it to me, or things are going to get very bad for you, little missy" Veronica hissed.

Molly sighed. "Okay…If you insist. I'll give it to you." she then added as she took one last puff, and blew it in Veronica's face. The billow of smoke was so thick that Veronica lost track of everything. She coughed heavily and ended up inhaling a great deal of the smoke, which somehow tasted like cotton candy. She shook her head as the smoke dispersed, and she was shocked to find that Molly, her pale friend, and their VW Bug had disappeared, vanished into thin air.

"What in the fuck?" She blurted out, still coughing from the smoke. She shook her head, and was determined to find those little punks and bring them into the station.

"You are going to be so sorry, Miss Molly" she said, gritting her teeth as she climbed back into her squad car and took off, sirens blazing, towards the center of town.



Dusk approached the small town, and Veronica decided to call off her search for the hooligans in the yellow Bug. "They'll show up again…and when they do, they'll wish they'd never been born." She said to herself. She then scratched her nose, which had begun to itch over the last few hours. She pulled into the station and quietly moved to the locker room to put away her gun.

"Evening, Ronnie" said the officer who had tried to ask her out earlier in the day. She growled at him, but made no other attempt at getting her point across. She was tired, and wanted to get home.

She didn't have a real car of her own, because she lived just a block away from the station, so she walked home. She quickly moved down the street, passing a well dressed man in colorful clothing. She knew this to be the local pimp, though nobody had ever been able to take him down for any crimes.

"Well, hello there, Officer James." He smiled.

"Buzz off, Pervert" she said.

"Tsk Tsk, so much anger. I was just saying hello. Have yourself a good evening" he laughed.

"Listen, you smug prick, I am not one of your girls. One day, I'll see to it personally that your ass is firmly behind bars. Until then? Fuck Off." As she said the last two words, her voice jumped up a few octaves, catching her off guard. She covered her mouth and started walking away.

The pimp smiled. "You don't know what you are missing my dear. Oh well, have a good night."

She sighed loudly and trudged to her apartment building heading in, ready to crash for the night. Once inside her apartment, she turned on the light and slumped down onto her couch.

"God, what a weird day" she said, her voice still sounding a touch high to her own ears, but she just shook it off, blaming it on nerves. She then smelled herself, and sighed.

"God Damn, I still smell like that shit I got spewed on me by that punk-ass girl" she mumbled. It was true, her whole aroma smelled of Cotton Candy, a sugary sweet smell that lingered in the air. She got up and went over to her bathroom and stripped out of her uniform , and out of her underwear, which felt a tad tight to her for some reason. She shook that off as well, and turned on her shower, hoping to rid herself of the smell of sweets.

She got in, and felt the rushing hot water caress her naked form, and she began to relax. She then began to feel, well, very horny, to be blunt about it. She felt her lady parts tingle upon being touched with the water, and she let out a soft moan. It felt so good, so much more sensitive, it seemed, and she couldn't figure out why, but she wasn't going to ignore it. She soon found her hand moving to her crotch as it slowly caressed the lips of her vagina. She closed her eyes and softly let the sensations fill her world. She moaned loudly now as her fingers slipped in and out of her warm sex, and now the cotton candy smell that she was experiencing began to fill the room, and she didn't care. She was in ecstasy, and her she let her body slip to the floor of the shower and let the water soak over her while she masturbated for over an hour.

Her eyes flew open after two hours of soaking in the shower. She looked around and let out a sigh.

"I hate it when I do that" she said as she got up and turned off the water, and took a towel in her hand to dry herself off. She stepped out and wiped the fogged up mirror clean and stared at her reflection. She noticed her nose looked red, as if she had a cold or something, but she paid no attention to it.

She dried her hair, not noting how much frizzier it seemed as she headed into her bedroom and plopped down onto her bed, sighing. It had been a long day, and she was glad to see it over, but that shower was the perfect way to end it, she thought with a wide grin as she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.



Her alarm blared through her bedroom as it went off. She groggily opened her eyes and glared at it. She turned it off and stepped out of bed, and proceeded to fall flat on her face as she tried to stand up.

"What the hell?" she asked herself as she finally got up. She couldn't figure out why she had fallen down, but had she been more alert, she might have noticed her breasts were now much larger, as was her ass, but she wasn't paying attention to these things, she knew she had to get ready for work and fast.

She hopped in the shower and felt the water rush over her, and she felt the urge to slide her hand into her wet sex, but was able to resist and get out and get back to her room to get dressed for what she felt was going to be a long day.

She grabbed a clean uniform and began to put it on, only to discover that both the pants, and the shirt were now very tight.

"Son of a bitch, it must have shrunk in the wash. Just my luck."

She sighed, and struggled to get it on, and was able to do so with a few tugs here and there.

"It'll have to do, this is the only clean one, I got" she said as she walked over to her mirror and to her shock and surprise, her hair was an utter mess. Fizzy and curling up into an unintended afro of sorts. She let out a small shriek and set to work trying to flatten it, to comb it, to do anything with it so it wouldn't look like such a bird's nest of a mess, but nothing seemed to be doing the trick. She glared at the mirror, noting her nose looked even redder than it did before she had gone to bed. Today seemed to be turning out to be the worst possibly day it could be.

"Why now? Why couldn't this happen when I go on vacation next month?" she said as she found her uniform hat and shoved it on tightly, doing her best to cover up the hair. She then slipped on her shoes for work, and discovered they too were tight.

"Oh, what the Christ?!" she stammered. "Am I turning into an elephant? God Damn it" she snarled as she threw her hands up and grabbed her things for work and headed out the door.



Walking to work was usually a breeze for Veronica, but today was, for some reason, quite the task. Every guy she saw on the street was turning her on in one way or another, and this was quite distressing to her. She was very glad not to see the pimp who had spoken to her last night, because she feared he too would have been in some way attractive to her on this strange morning, and she would not want to admit that. She passed one of her fellow tenants of her apartment building and he smiled weakly at her and continued on his way. She knew him to be a very shy man, and that too was very "hot" to her at the moment.

"Christ, Ronnie, get a grip" she said to herself, using the name she hated people calling her. She stopped. "What is getting into me?!" she gasped as she continued towards the station. "Today had better move quickly, or so help me…" she muttered.

Once inside the station, she started towards her desk area, which she rarely used, as she loved to be out on the street, but today, she felt it was probably a good idea to stay in, what with how strange her day had been. As she walked by one of the more attractive men in the station, she let out a girlish giggle, which displayed her higher voice. She covered her mouth and kicked herself mentally. Was she going mad? She could barely contain her libido, and it was driving her nuts. "What the hell is wrong with me?" she mumbled as she finally reached her desk and sat down.

The Chief walked by and noted her at her desk and laughed. "Well, hello, Officer James. Usually by now you are screaming at all the men and on your way out to your beat?"

She stared at him, and lust filled her body with an almost uncontrollable burst. She shook it off and looked up at him.

"I'm not feeling too hot today." She began, wincing at her higher pitched voice, which made her sound like a porn parody of a police woman. "So I figured I'd get some paperwork done."

"You don't sound good either." He said patting her on the shoulder, and the sex panther inside her wanted to pounce right then and there, but she was able to close her eyes and stop it for the moment.

"You sure you don't want to go home?" He asked. "We are fairly well staffed here at the station, and I am sure our fair city can get along one day without you."

She wanted to say yes, but something in her, perhaps her pride, made her stand firm. "No. Besides, you are always nagging me about this paperwork, might as well get it all wrapped up" she said with another girlish giggle. The Chief raised his eyebrows, but said nothing more as he walked away.

"Oh, Jesus Christ!" she gasped afterwards, and she knew for a fact her panties were now wet from her quivering sex, which was just aching to be touched. She started typing away at the computer at her desk, her mind not really on the task at hand. A few moments later, she went to review what she had typed and saw the following.

"In conclusion, I say that this case was SEX. I NEED SEX. SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX!"

She quickly erased it and held her head in her hands. She was going insane, she just knew it.

Something had happened to her, and she couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she knew she needed to figure it out and put a stop to it. She then felt her nose tingle a bit, and she sneezed. She didn't pay attention to this, because, in her mind, she had bigger problems to worry about, but had she looked, she would have noticed the sneeze caused her nose to turn even more red and inflamed that it already was.

She stood up and walked to the locker room, desperate to find the one thing that was causing all these strange emotions to build in her. She noticed her shoes felt even more tight then they had when she left work and just chalked it up to the worst day ever.

"I must be sick, delusional, or something. I think I'll take tomorrow off" she sighed as she stared into the mirror in the locker room. She then noticed her hair was even frizzier under her uniform cap, and she ripped it off to try and re-arrange it, and to her horror, her hair was almost up in a fro style.

"What?! That's not possible!" she said, trying to pat it down, comb it with her fingers, but nothing would undo the frizzed mess of hair. She then noticed stripes of color going up each side, like the white in the Bride of Frankenstein's hair, but these were weren't white. They were hot pink, like cotton candy!

"I am dreaming. This is one big hallucination. That explains everything" she said as she shoved her hat back down on the mess of hair and sighed. As she turned to exit, she saw the face of the cop who had hit on her in the locker room the day before. She heard his voice in her head "I'm the best you ever gonna get, girlfriend" it said, and looking at him, right now, in her current state of mind, she could hardly argue with that statement.

"Well, hello, Officer James" he smirked. "Feeling a touch less cranky today, I hope?"

She tried to contain herself as she felt the monster inside of her roar, but it was too late. She grabbed him by the lapels of his uniform and shoved him up against the lockers, her hormones raging.

"I…take that as a no." he stammered as she looked him over and then braced himself for what he thought he knew was going to be her fist smashing into his face, but he got something much different. She took her lips, which were swollen and red, and placed them against his and began to kiss him passionately. He gasped at first, but then started kissing her back for a moment, before pushing her away.

"Wait a second. Is this some big joke, or something? What the fuck is up, Veronica!" he stammered.

"I am so fucking horny." She moaned. "I don't know why, I can't explain it…I've been like this since I woke up, but goddamn it, Harry, I want you in the worst way!" she said using his name for the first time he could ever remember. Usually she called him "kid" or "scumbag"

"Uh…are you sure about this?" he asked as he removed her hands from his lapels.

"Yeah." She said softly, biting her bottom lip, only aiding her sex-kitten porn star looks.

Harry smiled and pulled out a ring of keys. "Let's go to my office" he said. Harry had been put in charge of a new project at the department recently, and as such had been given a small office to work from. She smiled and followed him out of the locker room and down the hall.

As they walked, calmly, trying not to give anything away, one of Veronica's buttons burst off the chest area of her uniform. She gasped and placed her arms around her chest to hide her now exposed cleavage. Were her breasts getting larger? It seemed so, but that wasn't possible was it? Questions swirled in her mind as Harry unlocked his office door. They went in, and Harry, with a wide smile on his face, locked the door, thanking his lucky stars they hadn't installed the camera yet. As soon as the door was closed, Veronica's clothes were off. She slid out of them and giggled as she lied on his desk.

"Oh, Mr. Police Man, what ever are you going to do to me?" she giggled.

"Oh, Ma'am, I intend to interrogate you till you pass out" he laughed as he stripped down and got on top of her. Soon he was thrusting into her wet sex, which was dripping with anticipation. He pushed with reckless abandon, and soon, Veronica had her hands on his back, pushing him towards her, helping him go in and out.

After several moments, the man climaxed and Veronica did her best not to scream, instead moaning as loud as she could, and as she did, her slightly red nose inflated instantly into a large red clown nose. It hissed as it grew, and with a loud pop, it was officially part of her face. She was in such ecstasy that she didn't notice it. Harry didn't either as he got up and turned around to get dressed again.

She bit her lower lip, and let out a giggle as Harry got up and slid his pants back on. "Your butt looks good naked!" she laughed.

"Haha, Now that was fun…see I told you I was the…" he said turning around. He stopped when he saw her nose.

"What the hell is that?!" he said pointing at her nose. She looked down and gasped.

"I…I don't know where that came from" she said trying to take it off. He stared at her.

"Wait, is this some sick shit you get off on, dressing like a clown while guys fuck you? What a fucking nut." He huffed as he pulled his pants up quickly. "Looks like I should have just said no. What the fuck, Ronnie? What the fuck?" he said.

She stood up and started trying to get dressed. "I swear I don't know what that is." She said as she tried to button her shit on, only to have the top button fly off and smack Harry in the face"

"Oh, I am so sorry" she said, getting closer to him. He backed away.

"Stay away! If you tell anyone about this, I'll…I'll…" he stammered as he watched her hair get bigger and change color right before his eyes. "I must be dreaming" he said as he turned and walked out of the office.

"You think you're dreaming. What about me!" she said looking down at her new nose. She quickly turned and looked in a mirror, and saw her new look, and gasped. What the hell was happening to her, she wondered in her mind. She realized now she couldn't get her uniform hat on over her fro of hair if she wanted to, and the pink stripes in it had been joined by purple stripes as well.

"Oh, god, look at me!" she screamed. "I am a freak!"

Of course, that didn't stop her from craving more sex. In fact, she was hornier than ever, and she knew she was in very, very big trouble.

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She arrived at her apartment with no further intertuptions, which was a great relief to her. She flung herself inside and locked the door. She quickly ran to the bathroom and saw her new face and let out a shriek.

"My Face!" she cried as she slumped to the ground, absent-mindedly letting her hand find its way to her still wet private.

"What the fuck is happening to me?" she stated again as waves of pleasure flew through her from her masturbation.

"I think I know" said a voice from the doorway. Veronica turned her had as fast as she could, and saw a figure standing in the bathroom doorway, a girl, plump as could be, wearing brightly colored clothes. Her face was familiar, and then it hit her.

"You!" she said. "The girl I tried to arrest yesterday! The one with the weed!" she hissed. "What are you doing…how'd you get in here?"

The girl giggled. "No need to thank me…I just wanted to make you smile!"

"What?! What are you talking about?!" Veronica snapped.

"Why your thrilling changes! I hope you like them!" the plump girl laughed.

"You did this? How?!" Veronica said, her mind spinning.

"Magic. My name is Bubbles, although you remember me as Molly. I was once human, then I found a world of magic and fun. There they have magical weed, and I smoked myself stupid, literally. I was able to get a few smarts back when I was asked to show you the fun side of life though." She giggled.

Veronica could not believe what she had heard, but somehow it made sense. All these strange changes occurring over the day…Was magic really the explination. She had to find out.

"Prove it!" she stated. "Prove to me that you really did this and that I am not dreaming!"

Bubbles shrugged and smiled. "Alright, if you insist. Please, let's go somewhere more comfortable" she said as she helped Veronica off the floor.

Veronica then lead the plump girl into the near by bedroom.

"Now then!" Bubbles said as she took out her purse and pulled out a joint. "I'll prove it to you, just like you wanted."

She lit up, and inhaled a huge hit off the rolled weed, and then blew the smoke on Veronica's bare naked chest.

Veronica was at first unimpressed, until a tingle began forming, and she looked down and saw her chest begin to explode outwards. They had been getting slightly bigger all day, but now, they were getting huge, cartoonishly so!

"Look at those knockers!" giggled Bubbles as she puffed on her joint. Veronica looked at the giant tits and gasped. It was real, they felt real, and she knew that somehow that weed was turning her into… a clown of some sorts.

As Bubbles smoked, the façade of Molly vanished, and her true clowny self appeared. Veronica gasped at the sight of the obese clown.

"You look like a cartoon!" she said to Bubbles.

"You should talk…" Bubbles giggled in retort. She then walked over to Veronica. "Come here, Ronnie. Give me a Kiss." She giggled as she took in more smoke from the joint and pressed her lips against Veronica's. Once embraced in the kiss, Bubbles let the smoke pass into Veronica's mouth, and then pulled away with a giggle.

"That should help speed things along." Bubbles laughed as Veronica felt her head get cloudy. She collapsed on her bed, and let out a giggle. Bubbled walked over, took another inhale of her weed and blew smoke right in her crotch again.

"Sleep well, Ronnie…and tomorrow, everything will make perfect sense, I promise!" she laughed as she vanished in a puff of smoke.

Veronica looked around, and then felt a tingle in her loins that needed to be attended to, nothing else mattered. She thrust her fingers into her vagina and began to pump, more vigoursly then she had ever done before, soon she was lost in pleasure, and the world melted around her as she passed out in total bliss.



She awoke what seemed like moments later, and walked to the bathroom. She saw her clownish reflection in the mirror, white face, pink and purple hair, wavy black drawn on lines instead of eyebrows, pink around her eyes, a big red nose in the center of her face, and pink lips, plump and sexy. She let out a giggle.

"I guess this is a dream" she said, not realizing she wasn't still asleep. She headed back to her room and saw a box sitting on her dresser.

"For Ronnie" a big tag on the box read as she opened it. Inside was a pile of clothes, and on top was a joint, just like the one Bubbles had been smoking, sitting next to a colorful lighter.

"Lighten Up! Light one Up!" another note read. Veronica giggled, and since she thought she was in a dream shrugged and smiled. She picked up the joint and lighter and lit it and began to smoke. She felt light headed at first, then felt a tingle in her mouth. She walked over to the nearby mirror and smiled. She watched in awe as her teeth started changing structure. Soon, she was left with an adorable gap between her front two teeth, big enough to stick at least two quarters in like a coin slot. She giggled at the sight of it, and puffed away more. Her ears began to stick out a bit more, but not a whole lot…

She then turned attention back to the box, and the outfit that sat within. It was a tight top that would hold her pale giant breasts quite well, as well as a colorful bra to go with it. Below that was a short skirt that would show off her bigger butt to anyone who wanted to sneak a peak, as well as a cute pair of thong panties.

"Oh, this is so cute" she giggled, her mind accepting it all because her assumption it was a dream. She giggled as she slid on the thong and clipped on the bra, both of which fit perfectly as if they had been made especially for her new body.

She quickly slipped the shirt on, struggling only for a moment to get it over her breasts. Soon the blue shirt with red polka-dots was snuggly fit over her huge tits, and she giggled at the way it's low cut showed off ample amounts of cleavage.

Next was the skirt and it slid on with no problems. It was the opposite of the shirt, Red with blue stripes, and it came with a cute neon green belt as well.

Looking in the box again, she found a pair of plastic pump style heels that were also neon green. She giggled and took them out and found they were perfect for her overly large feet. Putting them on, she began to strut around her room, posing in the mirror.

"Hey, if it's a dream, might as well have fun. I am one sexy clown" she laughed at reflection. She then decided it was time to go out and see the world in her new form.

"Look out everyone, here comes Ronnie!"



She slammed the door to her apartment, and walked down the hall with a sexy sway as she moved towards the stairwell. She was going to go out and explore the dream, and she was going to enjoy it. As she rounded the corner, she bumped into someone, literally. The young man seemed flabbergasted as he looked at the girl who had just walked into him.

"I am, like, so sorry!" giggled Veronica in a voice that was entirely new to her. "You are that cute boy that's been staring at me every time I got work, aren't you?" she asked. She had seen him several times, always too shy to say anything to her, but always staring, like a kid with a puppy love crush.

"Here" she said as she bent over to pick up some papers he had dropped when she collided with him. In doing this, she raised her ass as high as she could, showing off the fabric of her thong clinging tightly to her pussy, complimenting her round (and getting rounder) ass cheeks.

She stood up and handed him the paper, and then smiled.

"What's your name?" she asked sweetly.

"Brian. " he said softly as he shoved the paper in his pocket.

"Well, Brian. I believe I owe you an apology. I haven't meant to ignore you all these months. I…just wasn't myself" she said, giggling, her mind shifting more and more every second. She then grabbed him by the lapels of his shirt, as she had done to the officer in her department the day before, but this time she knew exactly what she was doing and why. She was going to make out with him. She was doing it so that he would have sex with her. She would get what she wanted, she knew it.

Her lips touched his, and tingles swept through the both of them, and within the half an hour, he had invited her into his apartment, and they had found their way onto his small bed.

"You seem shy. I bet I can fix that" Veronica giggled as she rubbed her creamy white breasts, and quickly removed them from her bra cups.

"What happened to you?" Brian said, amazed at the difference between this clown looking nympho and the girl who had been so cold to him so very often.

"I lightened up!" she giggled as she ripped off his pants and began to stroke the tip of his erect penis through his boxers. "Someone looks happy to see me!" she added with a extra giggle.

He let out a laugh too. He had always fantazied about getting her into bed, but was too shy, but here his dream was coming true. He helped her slide his boxers off, and rolled her over.

"Well, then. If you've lightened up, you won't mind if I fuck you silly?" he asked, gaining a confidence that was quite foreign to him.

She looked him in the eyes as he pinned her to the mattress and smiled wide. "Please do, sexy!" she said.

He then entered her wet sex with his throbbing erection, and began to pump. He wasn't a novice, much to Veronica's surprise and delight, as he fucked her with ease.

"Oh, yesssss, Brian!" she moaned as she rubbed her huge breasts with her hands as he continued to pump in and out.

He reached down and began to caress her breasts as well, grunting a bit as he thrust forward into her vagina until he felt himself release, and when he did, a wave of tingles washed over him and sent him into the best orgasm he had ever had.

Veronica's mind began to shift even more, especially with the final thrust from Brian's cock. She was now a slutty clown girl, and she loved every second of it.

Brian pulled out of her and smiled. "That was fucking fun" he said, not noticing the tone of his skin starting to lighten.

"It was! We'll have to do it again. Come on over some time soon" she giggled as she dressed herself again and wiggled her ass as she left his apartment and headed outside.

The reality of the situation no longer mattered to her, she had forgotten if she was awake or dreaming, nor did she care. She was happy, and still very horny. She pulled the half smoked blunt of weed that Bubbles had give her and light it up again, and began to inhale deep puffs of it, loving every second. She felt like her cares were melting away, and that wasn't the only thing. Her intelligence was going as well, taking her from a headstrong smart cop to a ditzy sex-a-holic bimbo slut of a clown girl.

"Wow, this stuff, is like, awesome. Bubbles was, like, totally right!" she said as her ears grew a bit larger, adding to the comical look she now sported proudly.

As she strutted down the street, she came face to face with a man who had previously been the bane of her existence.

"Well, Hello there, Officer James. You are looking quite interesting today."

"Oh, hello, Mr. Pimp!" she giggled to the man dressed to the nines like a cartoon gangster. He smiled wide as she eyed him.

"Enjoying your day?" he asked with a smile.

"Oh, totally. I am, like, so fucking horny, and I love it!" she said with a laugh. He reached up and honked her new clown nose, which casued her to orgasm instantly, and she moaned loudly and giggled.

"Thanks, Mister. Hey, you want a blowjob?" she asked, smiling wide as can be. The Pimp simply smiled, and wagged his finger.

"Follow me, my dear!" he said.

She giggled and did as she was told, her cartoonish body wobbing as she did. He lead her inside the nearby building and over to a mirror.

"Step through, sweetheart" he smiled.

She put her foot into the mirror and gasped when it went right through. Soon she was waist deep and in no time at all, she vanished into the mirror.

She looked around and saw she was in a very colorful room. The mirror shimmered and out stepped the man with a grin. His features morphed as he did, and it became clear that the pimp was also a clown.

"How about that blowjob, my dear?" he asked with a devilish grin.

Soon, she was on her knees licking, sucking, and blowing on this clowns man parts, and she briefly thought to herself, "Why am I doing this?" but that passed in seconds as the very last remnants of Veronica James disappeared, and the new clown-girl took her place.

After the clown pimp finished in her mouth, he straightened himself up.

"Now then, Veronica doesn't suit you anymore, nor does Ronni. We need a special name for you" he said as he helped her to her big feet.

"How about Knockers, since you have some pretty big ones!" he laughed as he tapped one of her breasts, causing it to wobble.

She giggled and nodded.

"Knockers sounds sexy!" she purred.

"Then Knockers it is. Oh, Bubbles!" he called as the fat clown waddled around the corner.

"Your handiwork." He said pointing at the newly christened Knockers.

"She's beautiful!" giggled the clown as she hugged the new addition to her world. "Let's keep her"



Months passed in the human world, and no one ever knew what happened to Veronica James. She had left work that one day that she had been acting very strange, and never returned. One of her co-workers suffered a similar fate soon after, but that was the last anyone saw of strangeness in the department.

Meanwhile, in Clowntopia, Knockers had become a popular stripper at the club known as The Big Top. Run by a clown called Punch, she took to the job like a fish to water when introduced to Punch by the friendly Pimp, who she know knew was called Slappy.

If she wasn't working, she was usually having sex with some lucky clown guy, or barring that, she was hanging out with her new roommate, Bubbles. Together they'd smoke different variations of Wacky Weed and laugh about how wonderful their lives were.

See, in the end, it's a Happy Ending for Ms. James. She will never be unhappy again, never have to worry about punk kids causing trouble or anything like that. Right now all she has to worry about is how big her breasts are going to get from that last hit of Bubbles Bong.

"But what if they get too big?" giggled Bubbles.

"Too Big?! Don't make me laugh!" grinned Knockers.

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