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Clowntopia: Now Hiring Parts 1+2

Here is a story inspired by my good friend Novadahedgehog who created this lovely character Looner who is a blast to write. This is one of the longer stories I’ve written and have been writing it over the last year and half/two years. Looner himself helps out from time to time, so props to Nova for his inspiration. Features Clown Transformation, Shrinking (lots of it), Inanimate TF, and so so much more. A hodgepodge of transformation styles. Hope you enjoy!

The store had been there for less than a day, Logan was sure of it. He had walked down this street so many times he couldn’t have kept track, and that store, wedged between two buildings, looking like something out of a storybook, had not been there before. It was intriguing, mysterious, and just plain interesting. Logan was a handsome young man, around 19 years old, tall and lean with a head of black hair. All his life he had been obsessed with clowns after being taken to the circus at a young age. He even had a theory that perhaps some clowns were more realistic than they appeared. The carnival colors of the shop intrigued him, so Logan decided to investigate.

On the door was a cheerful open sign with a clown’s face painted in the letter O. Next to the sign was a plastic Now Hiring sign, with the bright neon orange lettering one might expect from such a sign. He turned the handle to the door, and something said to go in, perhaps even inquire about a job. The door opened with a squeak and as he entered the store, a horn went off, it sounded like a rubber duck’s quack almost.

“Damn thing is on the fritz again!” came a voice from the back room. Through an kitschy beaded curtain, a man dressed as a clown emerged. He was wearing a typical clown jumpsuit, ruffles on the wrists and ankles, red in color with white stripes. His hair was a big afro style cut, tight blue curls puffed up into a big ball. On his nose was a round ball, red as a fire engine. “Oh hello there! Welcome! Sorry, I was just doing some spring cleaning in the back.”

“Um. Hello. Why are you dressed like a clown?” Logan asked. It seemed odd that he would stumble upon a store run by a man dressed as a clown, considering his interests.

“Well, I am a clown. So I dress the part.” he said with a bow. “Chuckles is the name. What might yours be?” he asked.

“I’m Logan. Nice to meet you!” he said, extending a hand, before retracting it. “Perhaps a handshake isn’t a good idea. You might have a hand buzzer.” Logan laughed.

“You seem to know a lot about us clowns.” Chuckles said, revealing that he had indeed slid on a joy buzzer just for the occasion. “You like clowns, don’t you?”

“I’ve been fond of them since I was a child, yes.” Logan admitted. “I admire their job.”

“How so?” asked the clown as he fiddled with some items from a nearby shelf.

“They make people laugh, make people smile. I think that’s admirable.”

“You’d make a great clown, I think.” Chuckles said as he looked Logan over. “Would you be interested in giving it a shot?”

“What do you mean?” Logan asked.

“Well, I am looking for some extra help around the shop here, and you seem like you’d be a good fit.”

“So I’d have to put on clown makeup every day to work here?” Logan said as he pondered the offer.

“Something like that.” Chuckles replied as he walked over to a shelf of costumes. “We can pick your uniform right now if you want.

“You aren’t going to have me fill out an application or anything?” Logan said, amused.

“No such formalities are needed. We just need to get you in costume and that will do the trick.” the clown said with a big grin. “Aha! This is just the perfect one!” he said pulling out what looked like a pair of oversized overall pants and a colorful t-shirt. They looked like whatever material they were made of was pretty stretchy, Logan noted.

“Why don’t you try it on and we’ll get you started. Unless you don’t want to give it a try.” Chuckles said.

He handed off the costume to Logan, who thought for a moment and then took it and went to the one dressing room off to the side of the shop. He entered and removed his clothes. He put on the shirt, which had baggy sleeves that he hadn’t noticed at first. It hung pretty loose on him, but he shrugged and continued. Next came the pants. He fitted the straps of the overalls over his shoulders and looked down at the costume, which was loose all over.

He then noticed a small cord sticking out of part of the costume with a tag that said “For Better Fit, Pull Me”

“How odd.” he said as he took it in his hand and gave it a yank. Nothing seemed to happen at first, but then he heard a hissing noise. Looking down he gasped when he saw his body was growing larger.

“What the heck?” he asked as he felt so strange all over. The growing was more of an inflation. Like a…

“Balloon!” he said. “I’m blowing up like a balloon. Oh my god!”

At first it was just his stomach rounding out, but then his whole body got in on the act, his butt blowing backwards, thighs blimping up, and as every part of him grew, they joined together, causing his body to take on a very smooth, round shape. The costume fit much better now, and was stretching along with his body now, His arms and legs stuck out comically as part of them began to be absorbed by the growth.

The hissing began to dissipate and the growth stopped, leaving him almost completely round except for his arms legs and head, which had kind of pulled into a bit of a divot in his body. The inflation had also made him taller to accommodate the new bloated size. He noticed this when he whacked his head on the door of the dressing room as he made way out.

“It turned me into a balloon man!” he said exasperated as he saw Chuckles watching as he came out.

“That’s what that costume does. It’s magical! I think it suits you.”

“I...should be very angry right now, but I kind of...like it.”

“Then you should like the rest of the changes too.” he said, watching as his nose began to round out and inflate into a ball. At first it was typical clown nose size, like Chuckles, but then it grew even larger, stopping at tennis ball size. He could barely see past it. It turned red and shiny, like a rubber ball, but reaching up and touching it (which proved to be an effort with his rounded body) proved it was actually part of his face.

“I’m becoming a clown? Like, a REAL Clown?” he said.

“But of course. Clowns aren’t just men in greasepaint. Sure those exist, but us real clowns came first and inspired them. Being a real clown is much more fulfilling than anything they feel.

“COOL!” Logan said as he felt his skin tingling. It was turning a shade of white, spreading from his new nose outwards to every inch of his large body. He felt an odd pressure in his head, which then released when his ears grew to be three times their original size, flopping about as his head tingled. Most of his hair simply vanished, sucking in, leaving only a ring around his head. It turned various shades, which made it a rainbow of colors. His face began to gain different shades of color. Blue half circles above his eyes, red lips that curled into a permanent grin, and multicolored circles on his chin that looked like beachballs.

He then felt a tingle of pressure in his feet. He couldn’t see them, but felt them began to expand and stretch outwards, growing longer and wider, toes getting thicker. Clowns didn’t just wear big shoes to look silly, he realized, but because they needed them. He couldn’t wait to wear his big pair of shoes.

“How about a new name for you my friend. Any thoughts?”

“Well, I am very balloon like, so I feel like that should be a part of it.” Logan said, raising a hand, which now sported a thick cartoony glove. He stroked his his head, trying to think.

“I’d pick soon. Logan does not suit this new form or the mind you’ll soon have.”

“Mind?” Logan asked.

“Your body just experienced a massive magical transformation. The mind can’t hold on much longer after that. You may remember a few things, but a new clown will be born very soon. In fact, I think once you pick your name, it will start.” the clown said, sounding very educated in the ways of clown transformation.

“Aha!” he said as a lightbulb appeared above his head then turned on. “I got it. I’ll be ‘Looner the Clown!” he said.

As soon as the words left his mouth, synapses in his mind began to fire and trigger a rapid transformation in his brain. Memories of being a clown began to form, memories of wanting to be the biggest inflatable clown in Clowntopia, memories of his various exploits. Memories of being Looner, rather than a boring human named Logan.

“Well, Looner. How do you feel about the job offer?”

“Well, shucks, I am so happy you decided to offer it to me! I mean, I’ve always wanted to work for this fine establishment!” he said in a slightly squeaky voice.

“Well, I think you’ll be a star employee, Looner. Would you mind starting right now? I have a lunch date with my beloved Jen-Jen and it would be nice to have someone covering the store while I’m gone.” he asked.

“Sir, your store will be in safe gloved hands, I promise you!” Looner said with a salute.

“I have no doubt. Have fun. That’s the easiest part of this job.” Chuckles said with a smile as he headed through the curtain to the back and vanished into a portal to the world of Clowntopia.

The store was now in the hands of Looner, and he was excited. The clown part of his mind was overtaking him, and knowledge of clown magic and all the items on sale in the shop began to flood his head. He giggled, thinking of the various ways he could introduce someone to the clown life.

“Gosh, I can’t wait for a customer” he said.

And he didn’t have to wait long, as the door to the store opened, and the horn quacked. The noise startled the guest, a young woman in her mid-twenties with long blond hair. She looked like a model, tall and beautiful.

“Oh hello.” She said as she noticed the oddly shaped fellow behind the counter. “I guess I wandered into the wrong store.”

“Oh nonsense, we can satisfy every customer that comes in here!” he giggled.

She looked at him and cocked her head to the side, like a confused dog. His shape was something that she couldn’t quite process. He was big and round, like an over inflated beachball. She kept staring for a few moments, and Looner noticed this.

“Like my body.” he said with a giggle “Sorry that came out wrong. You seem interested in my round shape.”

“I just don’t understand why anyone would dress like that. It’s kind of cute though.” she said, admitting to herself that he looked, at the very least, adorable.

“Well, my body being this round limits my options for clothing. But I think my outfits look stellar.” He said with a chuckle. “Say, perhaps you’d like to try one on?” he asked.

“Uh, I don’t think I have the body to pull something like that off” the girl said.

He smiled and pulled out what looked like a toy space ray gun and aimed it at her. “I can help with that.” he chuckled. Before she could say anything, he pulled the trigger and a beam of green light shot out of the gun and hit the girl square in the chest. She began to convulse and shake, her entire body glowing.

“What the h-h-heck” she said as rapidly her body began to inflate. Everything about her was getting rounder and larger, her chest flattening into her rounding body. Her clothing wrapped tightly around her as her limbs began to pull into the body, her arms stopping at the elbow and the legs stopping at the knee, leaving them sticking straight out as she rolled onto her back.

“Oh god! Stop! No!” she said. Her growth had stopped and she was now round and smooth except her head, arms and legs. Looner walked over. “See, now you have the body to pull of the silliest of outfits!” he said.

“This is not cool! Make me smaller!” she said with a demanding tone. Looner heard her request and smiled. “Smaller, you say. Well, if you insist.”

He procured a velvet sack, tied with a gold lace from the counter and opened it. From inside it, he pulled a glittery dust and sprinkled it on the round woman whose clothing was about to burst off her.

She felt something tingle, and at first was relieved when it seemed as if she was getting smaller, but she wasn’t deflating back to her normal shape. Rather, her entire turgid body was shrinking, getting smaller and smaller with each passing second. her formerly tight clothes slipped off her, leaving her naked as she shrank.

“What. This isn’t what I meant!” she shouted.

“You really should be more clear, dear.” he said. He was amused to see that while her body shrank, her hands and feet shrank at a slower rate, making them look cartoonish and clownish. A perfect fit, he thought. Soon she stopped her descent into a smaller world and was about the size of a basketball with oversized hands and feet and her head pulled into a divot in her body.

“This is insane!” she said as she raised her hands in protest, only to see Looner sprinkle more dust on her head, which began to suck into her body rapidly. Her face then merged with her round body, which disoriented her and left her mind swimming.

“What...wha happen?” she mumbled as her vision came back into view. She saw a big round ball in her eyesight, her new nose, she thought. That’s silly. She was a round clown with a big round red nose, the only thing that wasn’t flattened into her spherical form on her body.

“Well, Bouncy Ball, you look smashing and I have just the outfit for you!” Looner said as he put her into a pair of overalls very similar to his, only just her size and much more pink in tone. He left her feet barefoot, her wide toes giving her a good sense of balance in her new form.

“Gosh, Thanks, Sir! I needed some new clothes!” she said as he placed her on the ground and she waddled out towards the portal to the world of clowns.

As the door to the portal closed, the door to the shop opened. Looner giggled at the quacking horn. In walked a young man, perhaps in his mid-twenties, if Looner had to hazard a guess. He looked handsome and fit and looked amused by the store’s colorful nature.

“Oh, uh, Hello there.” he said as he looked at the clown. “Just figured I’d stop in. Didn’t notice this store had even opened here.”

“We tend to sneak up on people!” Looner said with a smile. “Welcome to the Joke Shop. How can I assist you.”

“This is a strange question, but I am kind of hungry. You don’t have any food here, do you?” the man asked the clown.

Looner nodded and pulled out a tray of what appeared to be thick squares of gooey fudge, only the squares were a vibrant pink color.

“Pink Fudge. a favorite recipe from my...um...hometown.” he said, trying not to talk much about Clowntopia before clowning his guest.

“Oh I dunno. I try to stay away from sweets. I worked hard to get into the shape I am in today.” he said

“Oh nonsense. One little treat can’t hurt you. I promise, it’ll make you feel so much better!”

The young man pondered it. He shrugged and took a piece of the pink fudge and began to eat it. The flavor was hard to describe as he took another bite. It was sweet and thick, like pure sugar, and yet it tasted amazing. He thought back to his childhood where he had been a pudgy kid who loved sweets. In high school he was teased a lot and worked hard to gain a better physique, but now, he regretted it almost. He still loved sweets deep down inside. He had finished the fudge and realized how much he enjoyed it and reached for another one.

Looner watched as the fudge began to do what it was meant to. The man’s weight began to change. going from firm abs and stomach to more of a softer look, quickly evolving into a paunch. His legs thickened, going from muscle toned to thick flesh, and his butt inflated, making his already tight pants start to strain. He was too engrossed in the fantastic flavor of the fudge to care though. His body had began to compress, getting shorter, adding to the thick look he was acquiring because of the fudge. When he stopped, he was about a foot shorter than he was when he entered.

“Enjoying it?” Looner asked with an innocent smile. The man nodded as his hair started turning a shade of pink close to that of the fudge. It poofed up into a curly afro that wobbled about on his head, and he chuckled to himself as he felt ticklish all over. Another peice of fudge was taken and chewed on as his skin turned a white color that went all over and his fingernails took on a light purple shade.

A strange sensation in his groin took his interest for a moment, but then it was gone and she no longer cared. The man who entered was now female where it most counted, and the rest of his body quickly began to follow suit. His pectorals, already soft from weight gain began to push outwards into breasts, growing quickly into around a C cup range. He giggled as he looked down to see his shirt riding up to form sort of a makeshift bra. His pants felt tighter and tighter as his butt continued to expand with thick fat from the fudge, and soon they split off, leaving him in tight boxers and a tight shirt. He had already kicked off his shoes and socks because his feet felt tight, and sure enough they too were getting larger, wider, with pink toenails.

“So there, Sweets, how do you feel?” Looner said. The now female clown looked up. The tip of her nose was red, and had inflated slightly. She smiled at the man in front of her her.

“Oh, I feel delightful. You said you could help me with my clothing. My old boring stuff doesn’t fit anymore!” she noted.

“I certainly can. I can even make your old clothing into your new clothing.” he said as she took a wand and waved it at the discarded scraps of human clothing, and they swirled up and around the new clown, reforming into a pretty pink dress with purple hearts all over it, the bottom of the dress big and swishy. Long knee high socks, striped with white and pink appeared over her big feet and legs.

“Lastly, here is a pair of mary janes just for you, my dear” he said as he took out some large bubble toed shoes to give her. She smiled and sat down to strap them on, then stood up. Gone was the tall handsome man, here was a chubby girl who took pride in her curves.

“Thanks, Looner!” she giggled as he showed her to the portal and sent her to her new home. As he walked back in Looner smirked. He enjoyed this job a lot, it was a thrill to change these boring humans into clowns. As he walked back into the store, he noticed that he was still barefoot. “I should put on some shoes” he said as he wiggled his toes and looked down. “Don’t want to catch a cold.” he joked to himself.

Just as he said this, a cold wind blew into the store as the door opened and a young woman. She was dressed pretty casually, like she just threw on whatever she could. Sweatpants, a loose t-shirt and a pair of flip flop sandals. She had headphones in and was listening to some popular tune that Looner kind of remembered from his human life, but the name of the song escaped him. She was looking around kind of enthralled at the place, amazed at all the offerings it had.

“Hello there!” Looner said as he stood in the middle of the store looking at the girl. She looked at him and burst out laughing. At first he wasn’t sure if that was nice, but he was a clown and laughter was their end goal, so he smiled, thankful for it.

“I appreciate your laughter, miss. What’s your name?” he asked.

“I’m Miranda” she said with a smile as she undid her earplugs. “I hope I didn’t come off as rude, you are hilarious looking.”

“Why thank you! I aim to be hilarious, so that’s quite the compliment” he said.

She smiled and nodded until her eyes noticed something. “Good Lord, look at your feet! They are huge!” she said.

He gave a grin and nodded. “Well, I am a clown. We tend to have those.” he said as he wiggled his toes.

“I thought it was just a gag...not actual huge clodhoppers like that.” she said. “Where do you even get shoes that big? I doubt you can just hop on down to Target”

She bent over to examine the feet, to see if perhaps it was a prank, that maybe he was a costume piece or makeup. Looner smiled and reached into his overalls and pulled out a pouch. Inside was a glittery dust that he poured into his hand and sprinkled over the girl’s head as she was looking at his feet.

Almost instantly, her body began to change. She stood up, feeling very strange, and noticed her clothing was getting very baggy, except her flip flops, which felt tighter than usual as the thong strap pushed into her toes.

“Huh. what the.” she said as it was now clear she was shrinking. “I’m getting smaller?!” she said as her clothing started to slip on her body.

“Mostly. All except one part!” Looner said as he pointed to her feet, which were larger and getting bigger. The toe strap on her flip flops snapped and her feet surged forward into long wide floppy “clodhoppers” like Looner had. “The more you shrink, the bigger your feet get! It’s kind of ingenious!” he said.

The transformation that was occurring was making her feel woozy. She knew that she should be panicking, but instead was kind of just mesmerized by the whole process. She felt her panties and pants fall off and she stepped out of them dragging her expanding feet along the floor, now only clothed in her oversized shirt. “Why is this happening?” she asked.

“Well, you asked where I get shoes. I don’t just “hop” down to Target, I have to custom make them, and I find I like my shoes to have a little personality. How better to show you then by turning you into my new pair!” he said.

She paused for a moment, then laughed as loud as her now two foot tall body would allow. “I’m gonna be shoes?! That’s silly!” she said.

“Well, you will certainly make a silly pair” he said. She looked over to his massive feet and suddenly felt a warm affection for them. She managed to swing her huge feet and move closer to his, leaving her shirt behind in the process.

“I can’t believe this is happening, but I think I like it!” she giggled. “I do. I love it!’

She looked at his feet and began to wonder what it would like to be worn by him, to be placed on his feet and walked around in all day. The thought filled her with a strange excitement and this made her shrinking excellerate. Soon she was merely a few inches tall with feet as large as his. She began to think only of one thing. Feet. Big feet. Looner’s Feet in particular.

“Feet! Feet! Feet!” she giggled in a squeaky voice. “Put me on your feet!” she said as her tiny body shrunk so small, it vanished, and the two big feet separated, the only thing left of the girl. The feet began to hop about by themselves, getting closer to Looner, trying to get onto his feet.

Looner laughed and picked the feet up, tickling them in the process, which made them squirm, and he could swear he heard laughter. “I can’t wear you until we make you actually into a pair of shoes” he said as he placed her on the checkout counter. He pulled out the pouch of dust and sprinkled some on the feet and watched as they morphed and changed from fleshy feet into fabric and rubber, stretching out into long wide clown shoes, purple in color with pink rubber trim, and a smiling face, the girl’s, on the side of each, as if it were her brand logo. She couldn’t speak anymore, as she was entirely a pair of shoes. Her laces appeared, and Looner smiled.

“Thanks, Lacey. My new favorite pair of shoes.” he said as he placed the pair of shoes on the ground

He put on some socks and slid the shoes onto his feet and laced them up, and felt that he had made the right choice. “Usually it takes me some getting used to a new pair of shoes, but you are already the most comfortable pair I’ve ever had.” he said.

She couldn’t respond, but she was happy. He felt this as warmth radiated around his feet, which sort of tickled. He strode around the store to break them in and felt proud of what he had accomplished. It had been a very interesting day already, and it wasn’t even half over!

As Looner broke in his new shoes, he heard the horn honk and turned to greet his newest customer. There stood a fairly nerdy looking young man, just out of high school, walked in. Nerdy felt like the best way to describe him, but Looner smiled and happily greeted him into the store.

“Well, welcome, stranger. This here is Chuckle’s Emporium of Jokes, Gags, and Clowny Items. I am not Chuckles, but I work for him. The name is Looner! What can I do for ya?”

The young man glanced at the clown with a very odd look and shrugged. “Probably nothing, to be quite honest. I was just wandering around, taking my mind off my midterms.”

The clown perked up at this “School stressing you out, my friend? We can help with that for sure!”

“Well, I don’t see how pranks and gags will take my mind off school” he said with a smirk that kind of annoyed Looner, if the clown was being honest. He returned the smirk and walked over to a shelf and took out what looked to be a hat, a comical beanie with a propeller on the top.

“Oh, well, let me show you! this here hat will take those worries about school and make them a thing of the past, trust me.” Looner chortled.

“It’s a hat.” he said as he took it from the clown. “what could possibly be helpful about a silly old hat?” he said as he placed it on his head of brown hair and was about to add more to his statement when his head felt very strange. Things began to feel fuzzy as he looked around the room, and the propellor on the top of the hat began to spin furiously as he felt his mind getting clouded.

“What...I don’t feel so...woah” he said as she stumbled around the store, looking for some sort of explanation for his feelings. Looner simply smiled as he watched the man’s eyes roll back into his head as the sensations in his head began to get stronger. With each spin of the propellor, his mind was tightening, shrinking. His entire brain was getting smaller, draining all of the knowledge he was quite proud of, rapidly diminishing the unsuspecting boy’s IQ.

“Me feel...dumb” he said, starting to realize the basics of what was happening to his mind. Looner chuckled loudly as he walked over and twirled the propeller with his fingers, dumbing the boy down even more.

“that’s the idea. No more worries about school now that you are a big dumb dumb.” he said with a smile, that his new friend shared, stretched across his face in a stupid grin. The grin turned red, as a blue bulb began to form on his nose, swelling up into a round ball.

“I like dumb clowns, they are alway so amusing!” Looner laughed as he patted the boy on the back, which caused the propellor to start spinning the other way, causing another wave of strange feelings to engulf the young man. Suddenly he felt his world growing around him as the room, the clown, and everything began to get larger, his whole body dwindling down in height and size.

“Me shrinky shrink.” he said with a giggle before gasping and looking up at Looner. The big clown had a wicked grin on his lips and bent over and picked the boy up, now only a foot tall. With a pinch of magic dust, he was clothed in a pair of overalls similar to Looner’s, but much too big for the little fella...too big until the clown pushed down on the hat and spun the propellor one last time.

The little transforming man felt his body swell, getting round like Looner. If anything, Looner loved to pass on his rotund appearance to new clowns, and as the boy swelled larger, his skin took on a pink tone, with white around his lips and eyes and arched painted on eyebrows. He looked like a ball shaped Auguste clown shortly. He then watched as his legs sucked up into his body and his feet swelled outwards, growing quite large, but not compared to the clown holding him . Setting the new clown on the counter, Looner smiled. “I think you’ll be much happier this way, Roundy. No more thinking, just being silly.”

Roundy smiled up at the storekeep and giggled to himself as Looner opened the front of his pants. “In you go. we’ll get you home later.’ he said, dropping the dumb little clown inside.

For a while, the store remained quiet, just Looner and his recent creations, so he decided to take a walk, putting up a Be Right Back sign in the window. This sign made it so the store didn’t vanish while the clowns were outside, and Looner happily set foot in the human world. It had only been a few hours since he himself was human, but he barely remembered that fact, and strolled down the street quite happily, humming “Entry of the Gladiators” to himself.

“Jesus.” said a man in a business suit on his way down the street. He looked at the clown in disbelief. Looner looked at his lapel and saw a nametag for some computer firm, and read his name in bold letters.’

“Nope, it’s Looner, but thanks for the compliment! Nice to meet you Steven!” he said.

The man jumped at the sound of his own name.

“How did you…?” he asked.

“We clowns can read you know!” Looner said as he pointed a bloated finger towards the nametag.

“Oh. right. well, what the hell are you doing out here dressed like a clown. Circus left town ages ago.” he said with a snark that cut through the air and made Looner re-evaluate the man. He was not fun, and a little rude.

“Well, Steven, it just so happens, that if you know how, you can keep the circus in your heart all year long. Normally this is the part where I’d offer to show you how, but I think you need more than I have to offer.”

“Just what is that supposed to mean, clown?!” Steven asked with a furious glare.

“Well, I’ll be frank. I’m a clown with magical powers. Usually I just turn people into silly clowns and be done with it, but I feel like you’d need more work, and I’m not sure I’m feeling it today.” Looner said, rather dismissively. He knew this would provoke the sharp dressed man before him.

“How am I supposed to take that. I’m not worth your time, you freak?!” he said. “I’m an important businessman who is going places, and I don’t have to take this talk from some clown weirdo.” he said.

“You sound like you are kind of jealous that I won’t spend time on you.” Looner said with a smirk. His plan was starting to work perfectly.

“Me, jealous? Are you kidding me?! I don’t care what you think.” he said. He turned around and began to walk away, not noticing Looner blow a fine glittery dust towards him. As the dust hit him, he stopped in his tracks and turned around.

“what kind of clowns do you turn people into?’ he asked suddenly.

“oh all sorts, but i don’t think you’d make a very good clown” Looner said simply. “I do have an idea of what you’d be great as.”

He wanted to walk away and leave the weird clown alone, but something in him made him want to find out if the clown was telling the truth. “Oh?”

“Well, I’m better at show then tell...so hold please.” he said as he took out the dust again, but this time was more openly dumping it on the man’s head.

The man twitched before he began to feel strange. He then felt his mouth begin to pucker. He looked down and watched the mouth twist into a knot, like that on a balloon. Looner reached up and smiled. “Allow me.”

He tugged at the knot, causing it to come undone, and instead of words, all that could come out of the man’s mouth was air. Lots of hot air, which seemed fitting. The man let all the air out as he deflated into his clothing that was swiftly getting looser. Looner watched as in moments, the arrogant man vanished and the clown reached into the pile of clothing and pulled out a pink rubbery...thing.

“Much easier to shape this way.” The clown said with a satisfied chuckle as he took the lips of the deflated man and began to blow. Instead of his old human shape returning, the man found his body blowing up and out, longer and longer, a tube of sorts. His limbs had fused to his body as he elongated. Panic seemed to be the appropriate emotion, but it felt rather relaxing, like a great massage. soon the tube of a man was about four feet long and Looner took his lips off the ballooned victim and tied his lips shut, and then began to furiously fold the balloon in various ways.

To say it felt great to the transformed man would be an understatement, it felt like the best feeling he’d ever experienced. As he twisted and folded the man, Looner grinned like a madman, watching a new form take shape. He finished folding and placed the balloon animal he had made on the ground. It was kind of hard to gather what it was but Looner took out his trusty wand and aimed it directly at the balloon and it began to morph even further, taking on an actual shape, rather than the rubbery balloon it had been.

It still had a rubbery sheen but it was no longer pink, but rather purple. it was about the size of a lap dog, with thick legs ending in cartoony like paws. His face had pushed out into a round muzzle with rounded teeth jutting out in a silly manner. From his head sprung forward two rounded horns. His eyes were yellow and blue, and from his back, two tiny wings sprouted, flapping happily.

“There we go. a form much better fit for you, my friend.” Looner said as he produced a leash and clipped it to the toony dragon’s neck. “Come Figgy, we’ll head back to the shop now.”

As they walked a woman with long red hair, wearing business casual walked by. She took notice of Looner, but mainly took notice of Figgy. She leaned over to look at the pet. “What a cutie.” she said.

“Same could be said of you, my dear.” Looner said as he smiled at the girl. She smiled back. “Thanks. Can I pet him?” she asked. Looner nodded and she reached her hand out, and patted the dragon on his noggin. The dragon then giggled and began to lick her hand, which she noticed tingled.

“That felt weird.” she noted as she held her hand up and watched it swell, the skin going see-through like a balloon. Her fingers inflated too, into round little nubs. For all appearances, her hand had turned into a balloon. She looked at it and started to laugh. “Woah!”

She leaned in and smiled. “Don’t stop!” she said. the dragon licked her face, which began to puff up and swell, but before she could say anything, Figgy planted his muzzle on her lips and began to blow, which caused his magic to spread rapidly through her. Her entire body began to inflate, growing rounder and squeakier by the second as she floated up off the ground. Her limbs looked like bloated balloons in and of themselves and she felt her head grow and expand, and her mind was feeling expanded as well.

“Oh he likes you” Looner said as she felt her mind kind of begin to pop and fizzle, losing human definition as her body took on a rubber sheen, but a white tone all over, with her face changing colors all over. Her nose blew out into a big round ball that was pink, while her eyes got blue eyeshadow that looked like a child had gone crazy with her parent’s makeup kit. She even had painted on hair that was much more vibrantly red then her original locks. She flapped her poofy arms as Figgy let go of her lips and she bobbed in the air.

“Like, woah, I feel all light and stuff!” she giggled in an airy voice that sounded higher than it had been.

“Well, Ballooney, you are light as a feather now that you are a balloon lady clown!” Looner said. “goes with the job, really.”

“Oh wow, is that what I am now? that’s so fun, I don’t know how else to feel but happy!” she said.

As they giggled over her changes, a wind kicked up, and she felt it begin to push on her.

“Whoops. guess I’ll be seeing you around!” she said as the wind gusted her away, flying off into the distance.

“She was nice.” giggled Figgy in a squeaky voice.

“Indeed.” Looner added.

Together the two walked down the street, Figgy more or less dancing as he got used to his new rubbery limbs. Looner was thrilled at how well his pet had turned out. The clown lifted him up and gave him a hug, when a grunt and a loud voice caught their attention.

“Guess it’s weirdo day here in the good ol’ city” said the man, who looked to be nursing quite the drunken stupor. He wobbled around and looked hazily at the clown and his pet.

“Weirdo? I suppose you mean that as an insult.” Looner said with a sigh. His clown memories told him he had been called far worse, but still, it stung a bit.

“How else would I mean it?” the man said with a gob of spit flying from his mouth to the pavement.

“Well, if you are so against weirdos and such, I think you should, at the very least have a taste of the weirdo life, sir.” The clown said as he approached the man and took what looked to be a bottle of liquid, pink in color and splashed it on the face of the man, who reacted as one might imagine.

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!” he shouted as the liquid began to feel odd, a numbness coming across his lips and nose.

His nose was the first thing to change, and Looner watched with glee as it burst outwards into a round ball, pink in color, it’s sheen was that of rubber, a perfect clown nose.

“Looks like you might be the weirdo now, weirdo.” squeaked Figgy.

His lips curled up into a smile, despite the look of horror on his face and he touched them as they plumped up, getting thick and bee-stung, turning the same shade of pink as his nose. His skin had started to turn pale, as was to be expected as he began his transmogrification into a sillier being.

“Stop it. I’m sorry I called you a weirdo, don’t make me turn into some kind of a…”

“Careful, for someone trying to apologize, it sounded like you were trying to work in another insult” Looner said with a deep chuckle.

“I didn’t mean it” he said, as he watched Looner suddenly get taller, not by a lot, but enough to be noticeable. He felt every inch of him starting to shift and change, and he knew that it wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. The tingling was strongest in his groin, as his member began to shrink and turn inward.

“Oh god no, not that….” he moaned as his voice began to shift upwards in pitch.

“Oh yes. I think you need a bit of a sobering up, my good fellow, or should i say, my dear lady friend.

His hips began to buck wildly, and he felt his waist cinching painfully at first, but soon it was smooth and it felt sort of...good. He knew that he was becoming a woman, and an incredibly curvy one at that, impossibly curvy, he noted. His waist was thin to the point of being unrealistic, and his hips were wide and soft, his butt beginning to fill out to match, growing from bubble butt to junk in the trunk material rapidly.

“Ohhhhhhh” the softening voice of the man as he grabbed at his chest, which was rippling and pushing outwards, getting softer and more supple. At first, the growth was slow and steady, but Looner walked over and with a thoughtful glance took out his pouch of dust and sprinkled it on the expanding breasts, which caused their growth to speed up rapidly, going from B cups to EEE Cups in seconds, ripping open his poor t-shirt, sending pieces everywhere. Figgy let out a howl of amusement, which made the woman before them blush.

“Please. this can’t be real!” she said softly as her hair began to flow outwards from her skull, spreading down to the small of his back, turning a shade of pink, with streaks of purple. “I don’t want to be a lady.”

“But I think you do.” Looner said. “I think, deep down inside, this is what you want. After all, that’s what the little potion I splashed you with did. It brought out your inner self, which is a super sexy lady clown!”

“I...it did? I am?” she asked. Her mind felt like it was being pulled in a million different directions. She was terrified, and yet excited, angry and yet so thankful. It was enough to make anyone’s mind reel, especially someone who had been quite drunk.

“You sure are. Sexiest clown girl I’ve seen...well, at least today!” Looner admitted. This made the new girl giggle as she felt so out of place in her male clothing. Looner sensed this and took out his wand and gave the clothing a tap in different places and watched it form a dress of sorts, wrapping her enormous bosom tightly in pink fabric. It caressed her tiny waist and hugged her huge butt, and showed off long smooth legs ending in cute feet.

“She could be sillier.” Figgy said.

“That is very true” Looner said

“Ooooooh, I got an idea” the Balloon Dragon said as it walked over and begged to be picked up by the girl, who did as he requested.

He gave each of her hands a lick, and they began to enlarge rapidly, taking on a cartoony structure of three fingers instead of four while also doubling in size.

“Oh my god, my fingers.” she said giving them a wiggle. Figgy then wiggled out of her grip and dropped down and licked at her feet, which began to follow suit, growing larger from his magic.

“Oh not them too.”

“What kind of a clown doesn’t have big tootsies!” giggled Looner as he watched her petite feet grow longer, wider, and sillier, toes spreading out like a fan. When they stopped growing, they were at least two feet long, if not longer, stretching out like swim flippers.

“I’m not done. I got one last “little’ surprise, for ya, new friend?” Figgy said as he flapped his little wings and floated upwards towards her face. Like the balloon girl before, he planted his muzzle on her lips, and began to give her a kiss, but instead of a soft blowing, he began to suck, at first just air came out, and she felt so woozy, but then she began to shrink, her height and size transferring out of her and into the now expanding balloon animal. Her eyes widened as she realized her whole world was expanding, or rather, the world around her was. She was rapidly dwindling. Her new outfit stayed the same size as her, still looking quite fetching as she shrank below four feet tall.

“Getting big there, boy!” Looner said as he patted Figgy on the butt. The dragon gave a wiggle of his tail and the woman began to shrink even faster, dropping below a foot tall, the dragon looking like a full sized dog, maybe even larger. He increased the power of his kiss, draining the size out of her rapidly until he stopped and floated happily over to Looner who marveled at how big he had gotten. Meanwhile, the girl clown they had created was now three inches tall, looking up at the two of them with dazed eyes. The shrinking had dramatically altered her mind.

“Hey there, little lady sorry about how confusing this must be for you. Are you okay?” Looner said as he bent over to get a closer look. Everything about her was as cute and sexy as he had hoped when he sprayed the liquid on the drunken man, but she was now small.

“I’m not confused! I’m the world’s smallest sexy clown dancer!” she giggled. “I thought you knew that. Weren’t you going to ask for my autograph, Mr. Big and Round?”

Looner was satisfied and sprinkled some dust over the girl before she could speak again, and she vanished with a poof, transported to her new apartment in Tiny Town. She felt great about her new life, a dancer with the unusual quality of being miniature. The Big Top had installed a special stage for her, allowing her loyal fans to gather around and watch her strut her stuff. They called her Minnie, as sort of a joke, but it stuck and Minnie was very happy.

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