The Big Top [Chapter 3]

THE BIG TOP

Chapter Three: Big Bottoms, Small Problems

By HUGO PROSPERIO

The evening had just begun at The Big Top, a fun new bar that had seemingly appeared overnight...because it had. Magic was the key to this nightclub, a border between worlds, a world of strange creatures that resemble clowns, and our own...and with the border blurred, so blurs reality and all who step into the club are likely to not leave the way they came in. 

The first customers on this particular night had been a trio of lovely ladies that all ended up having their lives changed dramatically. One became a short, chubby little clown who worked alongside the bar’s bouncer. She was promised a transformation back to her sexy body if she desired it, but she was quickly getting lost into her new life, and it was unlikely she’d ever be tall or human ever again. She giggled as she worked her newfound magical powers on a young man who had tried to sneak past the two guards. He was quickly transformed from a handsome man into a pear shaped wobbly clown who looked like he had been hit in the head one too many times, giving him a very egg shaped look. He looked dazed as she laughed at him. “Well, now you fit right in, so I guess you can stay.” 

Likewise, her friend who came to shake her booty was doing just that in a way she never imagined, hanging from the ceiling, done up like a disco ball. She too was having too much fun to even consider becoming her old self again. She watched as a crowd began to gather under her, and she felt the lights shining off her illuminating their fun evening. She couldn’t wait to watch them transform like she had, into whatever creative things the club had in store. 

The third girl, who had been having some dating troubles found herself turned into a male clown, rippling with muscles and a desire to have fun in the club. He sat next to the clown who transformed him and grinned as the club began to get busy. He looked to his newfound friend and smiled. “So this is what it’s like to hit the club as a guy. I feel so...sexy.” he noted. The clown next to him looked at his handiwork with a wide smile and a deep guffaw. 

“Yeah, and a bit horny, I’d wager too.” Bigsby said, his face a painting of mischievousness. 

“Oh yeah. That feels so different with...well, the new appendage.” Jimmy noted. 

“If you want I can make things a bit more interesting.” Bigsby offered as he looked at the clown with a smile that said he was up to no good, but Jimmy was all about the sensations he had experienced in his transformation from Jenn to Jimmy, so if the clown was offering more stuff, he was all about it. He nodded enthusiastically. 

Bigsby reached into his coat pocket and produced a small bottle and an eye dropper. He took a small bit of the red liquid in the bottle and beckoned Jimmy closer. The new male did as told and leaned in, and Bigsby removed the hat from his head and placed but one drop of the liquid on the bald center of Jimmy’s head. 

Jimmy felt a strange sensation as he sat up, and watched as the room seemed to be getting bigger but his perspective wasn’t really changing, just the basic view. He went to scratch his head and found that his hand was much larger. Bigsby grinned and pulled out the phone that had belonged to Jenn and allowed the clown to take it in his now bigger and clumsier hands. He turned on the camera mode and let out a squeak of surprise when he saw that his head was shrinking. As it did, he felt the same awesome sensations he had felt earlier on his journey from mousy woman to powerful clown man, so he started to relax, and he felt like his mind was shrinking too. 

“Wait. Me head shrink?” he said, his speech impaired now it seemed. 

“Yep! And I think it looks great. It won’t last forever, it’s not a permanent formula, but it will last long enough to do the trick.” 

“What trick?” Jimmy asked Bigsby with a stupid grin on his shrinking face. Soon his head was the size of a softball, which is where it stopped shrinking. 

“Well, now that your brain is essentially the size of a pea, I can make suggestions to you and you’ll simply love them. This is where the fun can begin.” 

“Duh, okay.” Jimmy said 

“For example, when we sat down, you were thinking maybe you’d like to try picking up some chicks, but what if, just a suggestion.” Bigsby started. “You stay with men, but now as a man yourself, things get much more fun.” 

“You say, pick up a dude.” he said. 

“Indeed. And not just any dude. Me.” Bigsby said. 

Jimmy let out a laugh that felt huge and boisterous to him, but it was rather small and squeaky to anyone else who heard it. 

“That sound nice. Me want to do that.” he said with a grin. 

“Well good. Now that you have that seed in your brain, when your head grows bigger, you’ll think we were always boyfriends, and your old life will finally be gone. No more unhappy Jenny, never again. Just JImmy and Bigsby, happy forever. How does that sound?” 

“Duh, sounds delight...delig...sounds fun.” he giggled. He took the phone and snapped a selfie of his shrunken head as a reminder of the fun he was having. 

Bigsby grinned, his master plan going as...well...planed. 

~o~

Meanwhile, the crowd was slowly warming up and getting used to the club, and here we find several humans set to discover a world of magic. For example, you might find a shy young lady who was dressed more for a night at home was there, not sure if she should dance. You might spy a young couple out on a date night, and nearby, you’d see a man who was seeking some action from the club on this exciting evening. 

The couple, composed of a slender woman in her twenties and her stocky football playing boyfriend. The woman was wearing a slinky dress and heels while he opted for a more casual look, a button down shirt with jeans and classy shoes. His black hair was slicked to the side, while her yellow hair was hanging down to her shoulders. As they walked in, Spice leered at the young man and gave a low whistle. Her partner slapped her ass and grumbled about keeping focused on the job at hand. 

They walked around and took in the odd surrounding of the club and turned to each other. 

“Odd place, isn’t it?” said the woman. She looked down at her phone then put it in her purse. “James, where did you find this place?” 

“Well, Harley, I found it online, if you must know. Do you have to judge everything I do?”

She looked at him with a surprised expression. He was in a grumpy mood, had been all week. 

“The site said it was the coolest new spot in town. It moves from town to town and gets rave reviews wherever it sets up shop. Some say it’s magical.” he informed her as he looked around. “I’ll go see about getting us some drinks, why don’t you just find us a table, and relax. I’ll do the hard work, as usual.” 

She didn’t have to be told twice. She wandered around the club and saw some strange sights. She looked at a booth with two men dressed as clowns, and she could swear one of them had a much smaller head, but she shook that thought off and continued. She looked up and admired the weird disco ball that looked like someone had cheekily sculpted it to look like a round woman with a big butt. She smirked. It was cute, she thought. 

“Whatcha looking at?” asked a sweet sounding female voice from behind Harley. She turned around and saw a large fat lady dressed as a clown, like most of the people she saw milling about. Very few people looked normal, as she we could call it. 

“Oh, I was admiring the disco ball.” she said as she approached the woman who was sitting at a table by herself, using one of the spare chairs to prop up her feet, which were encased in giant heels. The feet looked humongous themselves. She wore a form fitting dress that showed off all her thick body in it’s glory and she seemed thrilled to meet Harley, a smile creeping across her face. 

“Well, that was a treat to watch. A beautiful girl danced until she morphed into that lovely ball and now she’s so happy to be up there, illuminating all our dreams.” she said cryptically. 

“Uh, right. You seem pretty comfy. Come here often?” Harley asked the woman. 

“Oh I am a regular. I love coming here and people watching and having a good drink or two.” she said. “You look lovely, but a little out of place for this setting, I must admit. I am Flabsy T, and it’s nice to meet you, she said, extending a hand but not sitting up. Harley smirked and shook the hand and sat down next to her.

“I’m Harley. That's a fitting nickname.” she said. “If you don’t mind me saying. You are quite…”flabsy” if you ask me.” she said, trying not to sound rude. 

“Oh I don’t mind at all. I embrace my hefty nature. Have you ever wondered what it’s like to be big and flabby like myself?” 

“Well, no, can’t say that I have.” she said. “I quite like my body.” 

“As you should, it’s beautiful, but I mean, being something different must be an exciting thought, right?” Flabsy said. 

“I mean, I guess it would be interesting to have a different body type, but I’ve always been blessed with a high metabolism, I can’t gain a lot of weight even if I tried.” 

“Well, this may seem a weird question.” Flabsy started. “But what if I could help you try it out. Would you?” 

“Haha, I mean, I guess.” she said, not really understanding the question. 

“Well, Harley, let’s go.” She said as she put her feet on the ground, the wobble in the expanded digits proving they weren’t an illusion. She stood up, and Harley did the same. 

“Where are we going?” 

“A special booth that will help show you how great it is to be like me.” she giggled as she led her across the bar and pulled back a curtain and revealed what looked to be a photo booth. 

“Step in, and I’ll tell you how to work it.” Flabsy said to Harley. Harley couldn’t help but laugh and stepped into the booth and saw all kinds of gadgetry. Four large emitters looking like beams from sci-fi movies sat above her, and a touch screen monitor. 

“Welcome to the Big Top Change-o-Matic. Bring out your Inner Silliness and make your body wild!” said a friendly voice. 

“This booth can metamorphosize your body!” she said. “Transforming you however you tell it to. I am sure that is hard to swallow though.” 

“Yeah, I’d say it is.” she said. 

“Well, I noticed you staring at my feet through most of our conversation. Why don’t we prove it by seeing if the machine can make yours match mine.” 

“Okay. How do I do that?” she said. 

“To select your first transformation, simply click on the green button in the middle of the screen.” said the voice of the booth. 

“What she said.” Flabsy agreed. 

Harley pressed the button and the beams above hummed to life, with a green light filling them. 

“Scanning subject.” the voice said. “Aha, there you are. Body on the screen now. Select body part to begin your morphing!” 

An exact photo of Harley appeared on the screen, and it even waved. Harley was amused, but still unsure what to make of all this tech to play what she felt amounted to a large practical joke. 

“Click your feet.” the clown said from outside. 

Harley selected her feet, which caused the screen to zoom into her heeled toes. A box appeared underneath that had a slider to “Increase size.” 

“Slide it to about 250% and that should get you close to mine.” suggested Flabsy as she looked at her human friend. Harley pressed the slider and, amused with herself, slid it to 300% and then hit the accept button next to the slider. 

“Transformation Accepted, Prepare to be transformed!” said the voice and the green lights above began to glow and a large hum began to echo through the chamber. A beam of green energy shot out of the rods above and bounced off the sides of the booth, hitting her feet. At first she thought it was a cool lighting effect, but when the light hit her feet and they instantly went numb. After that they began to throb and grow, to her shock and awe. She quickly sat down on the bench provided in the booth and tried to undo her heels, but they snapped off quickly as her feet began to grow longer and wider, looking quite ridiculous as they did. 

“Oh my god, this is happening.” she said aloud. 

“I told you.” Flabsy said. “Oh, you set it to 300! Wow!” 

“I didn’t think it would work!” admitted the girl with a gasp as her toes widened and flopped forward onto the booth’s floor 

Soon they stopped and they were massive. Size 32s at least if not bigger, and they were indeed longer and wider than even Flabsy’s. 

“Well, that’s a good start, but I imagine you want to run off screaming now.” the clown said to the girl. 

“Well, you’d think that, but gosh, I kind of...like this.” she muttered. “It felt so good as they grew.”

She looked at her inflated toes and smiled. This night got a lot more interesting. 

~o~

Her boyfriend James, sighed. the bartender was currently back behind the bar fetching something. He sighed as he sat there waiting. A clown sat next to him and laughed. “Patience is a virtue.” she said as she looked at him.

“I don’t need life lessons from a Ronni Mc Donald.” he said with a curt glance at her. “I just need my drinks. That is what this place is for, isn’t it?” he added with a sigh. 

“Wow. Big man with big words.” she said. “I imagine you could use a change in perspective.” 

“Yeah, whatever, bozo wannabe.” he grumbled. “Now I regret picking this madhouse” 

He looked around, trying to spot Harley and she couldn’t be seen. “Great, even she’s causing problems.” 

As he looked around, the clown sitting next to him wore a devious grin and sprinkled what looked like glitter all over his head. He didn’t notice at first, but then felt a tickling sensation in his scalp as the glitter worked it’s intended magic. He looked at the clown. 

“What was that stuff?” he said angrily. 

“Something to help with that perspective change” the clown girl said with a smirk worn tightly on her face. 

“What the f..” he started to say when he suddenly felt his world shift as he felt something in his navel yanking him downward. “Oh shit.” he muttered. 

The world was shifting for real, growing bigger around him as he looked at the smiling clown who had done something. Drugged him, maybe? Something like that, it had to be, he thought , but the sensation of moving downwards into his now much heavier outfit was causing him to question what he knew as reality. 

“A little shrinking powder really does the trick.” the clown giggled. 

“Shrinking!” he shouted as he felt his entire body suck down again, this time losing quite a bit of height. He looked like a grade school kid swimming in his once stylish well fit clothes. 

“Yes! And you are already much more tolerable.” The clown said with a rub of his hair like he were the child he appeared to be. 

“This isn’t happening? Harley!” he shouted. 

~o~

She was halfway across the bar and rubbing her new toes and giggling. 

“This is awesome, Flabsy.” Harley said as she flexed her enlarged feet and compared them to the remains of her heels. “Damn.” 

“Right? It’s great. Now let’s get you nice and fat like me. Simply click on the belly.” she said. 

Harley hesitated, did she want to do this? She looked at the screen and saw a big red RESET button and smiled. She could fix it when she was done. Why not give it a try. She pressed the belly, an input opened up with a small keypad asking for a desired weight. 

“I weigh 378 pounds, give or take a few.” she said to the human girl. 

“Let’s go for 300 even.”  she said typing it in, and then hitting the green accept button. She heard the computer’s voice, and the hum, and then she felt her whole body being caressed by the green light, and rapidly, her form began to change, her body gaining the weight she had selected. “Oh my god, this is intense.” 

It was most evident in her breasts and butt at first, those assets plumping up beyond her expectations, straining her dress, which began to split at the seams. Her belly billowed out forward, joining the rest. Her dress could barely contain the new her, so she began to rip it off. 

“I should have said to take that off prior, but you know, I think it’s kind of fun to outgrow things” Flabsy said. 

Soon the growing flesh of Harley was on full display besides a tight bra and pair of panties. She knew they wouldn’t last long either, but she wiggled her butt and looked in the reflection of a mirror that was at the back of the booth. “Holy shit, this is amazing. I feel great. Look at the junk in my trunk.” 

“Not just in the trunk.” the clown joked as she poked the girl’s enlarging butt, watching her finger sink in. “It is certainly a defining trait though.” she added. 

She stood up and felt her pantie snap off, and then watched as her bra began to split off in the center. “Welp, I am gonna be nakie soon.” she said as it too reached it’s limit. She now had huge thick thighs and a massive butt, a thick fold of flesh for a belly and her breasts sagged and drooped down as they too filled with thick adipose. 

“Well, let's get you dressed.” she said as she pressed a few buttons on the screen and stepped out of the booth, closing it’s curtain. She smiled as she heard a hum and Harley giving a surprised yelp as the torn fabric from her outfit reformed and grew around her. When it finished, she had a much larger sun dress style outfit with red stripes running down a pink base color. Red polka dots covered her underwear which fit perfectly now, the panties stretched across her massive ass, and peeking out from the bottom of the dress a bit. Her heels turned into giant mary janes for her feet, so she slid them on. 

“I look amazing!” she said, but the truth was, she felt like she could do more. She wanted to do more. 

She made some selections about her new look, wishing to be more clown in look, like Flabsy. She hit the button and laughed wildly as the lights arced across the booth again, and she felt her skin tingle as it turned white as snow and her yellow hair began to turn pink, her nose starting to swell up quickly. 

“Wait til James gets a load of me!” she mused. 

~o~

Another shrinking spurt took James by surprise and he slid out of his clothing, now sitting spread eagle on the stool surrounded by what looked to be a tent, but it was his hipster shirt. 

“Whoops. It works fast, huh?” said a booming voice. A large hand came and scooped him out of the shirt, revealing a foot and a half tall naked man. She set him on the bar in front of her and leaned in real close. “Wow, you are super cute like this. Look at the little thing between your…” 

“What is the big idea?!” he said as he looked up at her with fear and anger mixing together into an emotion he couldn’t really handle well. 

“Not such a big idea, to be honest. I figured you were annoying so I’d make the annoyance less so.” 

He lurched downward again, watching the bar he stood on grow longer in every direction. 

“Ah! No! Make it stop, please.” he groaned. He was now less than a foot tall and still shrinking. 

“Nosey, What seems to be the issue?” Said Frannie, the Bartender. She walked over and smiled down at her customer and her new prize. 

“This guy was being rude about your service and then called me several rude names. Ronni McDonald, can you believe it?”

“Well, that’s not very nice” she said as she looked at the shrunken human on her her bar. “And now I am gonna have to sanitize this whole bar.” she added with a giggle. 

He felt the shrinking occur again, taking him down to 8 inches tall, then 6, then it stoped at 4. Nosey smirked. “That’s the end of the spell for the shrinking, but he’s still an annoying little git.” 

“That he is, but I have a solution.” she said as she placed a drink mixing tin on the table and picked up the tiny man and plopped him inside it, before pouring a few things from her secret shelf on the bar into it. He gasped as he felt liquid sloshing all over him and he was screaming for help.

“I have a girlfriend!” he said. “She will come looking for me.” as she put the lid on the tin and then began to shake. Vigorously. 

~o~

If I am being honest, Harley had almost forgotten about James entirely as she turned to her new friend and her smile stretched wider than before,. 

“What is that look on your face, girl?” Flabsy asked Harley. 

“I like this too damn much to stop now.” Harley responded as she looked at the screen in the booth and went to make more changes. 

“To continue, a Save must be enacted.” the voice of the booth said in a friendly tone. 

Harley saw a button that said SAVE. She impulsively pressed it and the screen asked another question “OVERWRITE ORIGINAL FORM?” 

“Overwriting form required for system save.” The voice chipped in.

“Are you sure you want to do that? I wanted to give you a taste of being like me, but...that would probably make it pretty hard to get back to being the hot thing you were.” Flabsy asked her. Flabsy wasn’t like most of the mischievous clowns who frequented the club. She didn’t enjoy changing people forever unless they really wanted it. 

“I know, but this is just so much fun.” she said , spinning around and taking a chubby digit to press YES.

The booth hummed and in a flash of white light instead of green, Harley stood there, feeling so much better about her life. She was no longer a skinny girl who went out to make boys turn their head, she was a fat flabby lady and she loved it. 

She turned to the computer monitor and saw the body image pop up, but now it was big like she was. She clicked on it’s butt. 

“More Junk for this trunk is in order, I think” and she jammed the slider up as far as it would go then hit the accept function and the booth glowed green once more, firing it’s beams of light directly at her ass. 

In seconds the flesh contained by oversized panties began to billow outward, this time taking the panties with it, stretching them beyond what she considered to be its limits, but the booth was prepared this time, taking the panties along for the ride. Her butt was getting thicker and bulkier, but her thighs and hips were growing as well, allowing for more room to spread. She felt a new article of clothing appear on her body, colorful striped leggings that stretched over her fat ass and legs, showing off their thickness (and the rolls of fat that were forming rapidly) 

“How am I looking, my fat friend?” the proud clown girl asked Flabsy. 

“Marvelous.” said Flabsy. “Why don’t we call you Wobbles for tonight.” 

The screen blinked a message that read “Original Form deleted, New form saved: Wobbles” but she was so lost in the pleasure of her changes that she didn’t notice and stepped out of the booth to show off to her new friend. 

“I love that name. Let’s go grab our table.” she said. Certain memories of her old life were starting to fade, namely that she had come her with a boyfriend. She couldn’t even recall his name. 

~o~

Truth be told, James could hardly recall his own name. He tumbled about in a metal prison getting drenched by some magical booze that was causing his mind to hurt. He was trapped with no way out, and he was trying to retain some sense of sanity, but...how could he? This whole situation was insane. A clown shrinking him for being aggravated at slow bar service, tossed in a drink mixer and shaken up like he was an ingredient for a cocktail, and now, he was feeling more lost than ever. Why had he come here, he thought to himself, was he here with someone? Did it matter? They would never find him again, not like this. 

Suddenly, the whole tin tipped, and he slid forward, like a big slide at a water park, and he tumbled out of the shaker into a large martini glass. When he saw his reflection in the wet glass, he shriked. His skin was white as snow, his nose inflated and red like that of the clown who had shrunken him, and his head was bald save for a tiny tuft of red hair at the very top.

“Why am I a clown?” he said with a dismayed voice. 

“I wanted to give you a new perspective, which I was very clear about it. That’s not just about making you look up to me, it’s about changing everything.” 

“I am sorry. I don’t even remember my name.” he said sadly. “Please forgive me. I take it all back.” 

“A little late for that.” Frannie said. “I can’t undo what my little cocktail of elixirs did to you, and I doubt Nosey can undo her shrinking powders magic.

“This is so unfair” he said, splashing a fist in the small pool of liquid he sat in. 

“Life is unfair, and you made your choice to be a miserable dolt, and I made mine to make you less of a drag.” Nosey said. “It was the choice given to me by the man who made me a clown too. I was such a bitch to him, and he showed me the light, so I figured I would do the same to you. Don’t you see how this so much better than being angry at life all the time. I even saw you snipe at your girlfriend. How much of a loving relationship is that?” she asked. 

He felt terrible, and his mind was swimming, trying to hold on to whatever it was he had been before. He remembered  less and less, his name was gone, her mention of a girlfriend seemed familiar, but also how could that be true, he was such a miserable man, who could have been there with him. He then started to giggle, a sensation that surprised himself. It also surprised the two clowns looking at him. 

“Well, that was quicker than expected.” said Nosey. 

“Well, the simple minded ones turn quicker, it’s true.” Frannie said as she watched his face twist and turn as a red smile arched across his face with blue circles on each cheek. He was full on laughing at his point, and as he laughed, his life made more and more sense, but he forgot more and more about what was happening to him. He lost sight of the former life he lived as he laughed himself stupid, a turn of phrase that in this case was quite literal. 

“Wow. Feel much better now.” he said as he honked his own nose, and laughed moronically at the sound it made. Both clowns smiled at their creation and Frannie fetched a small set of clown overalls from a box behind the bar and dressed the clown. “Can’t have naked clowns just running around, now can we?” she asked. 

“What should we do with him?” Asked Nosey as she looked around. “He mentioned a girlfriend, but I’d wager she’s a clown now too at this point since I don’t see anyone that sticks out.” 

“Why don’t you keep him? Teach him better manners as a tiny clown.” Frannie suggested. 

“I like that idea.” she said as she reached down and pinched the shrunken clown between her fingers and lifted him up and shoved him into her cleavage. “Let’s go for a walk. I am sure you’ll like it in there.” she said. He could only giggle with a dumb look as he felt so comfortable squashed between two giant orbs of flesh. 

She paid for her drink and the mixture that was used to change the man, and waved goodbye to the bartender, who simply nodded and collected the money. “All in a night's work, to be honest.” 

~o~ 

The clown now known as Wobbles was having a great time, sitting at a table with her best friend Flabsy. Her mind had been slowly shifting since the booth saved her new friend, so she had forgotten about her old life easily. She was now a massivly fat clown with a huge ass that rivaled any circus fat lady for size and width. She was proud of it and wore tight leggings to show it off to anyone who would dare look. She now lived with her best friend in an apartment in Clowntopia, a world that was her home now, despite being an unknown mystery to her just hours prior. The two of them got up to dance on the floor, enjoying the music, and Wobbles gave no thought to her boyfriend, and would probably laughed to know he had been turned into a tiny dim witted clown currently sitting in another woman’s bra.

“You two enjoying yourselves on the dancefloor?” asked Punch as he walked by. “You seem so lively, miss.” he added as he spoke to Wobbles. 

“Feel better than ever now that I get to dance here at your lovely club.” Wobbles replied as she shook her butt for him, and he nodded in approval. 

“Good work, Flabsy.” he said as an aside. 

“She did most of the work. I just suggested it.” she mentioned. “And she wants to change more, I think, but I talked her into waiting a bit, let the new her settle in firson fire. t.” 

“Very wise.” Punch said as he smiled and patted her shoulder. Since she had become a regular to the club before they arrived at this particular town, he knew she would be valuable. He wandered away and looked at the club and it’s guests. “Getting busy.” he spoke aloud to no one but himself. 

He looked over to the booth where he had left Bigsby and his new friend, and he smirked. He had mentioned sending girls over to the booth, but he knew what Bigsby wanted and it appeared he had gotten it as he watched the clowns in the booth making out. Their session was only interrupted when Bigsby heard the sigh of a young woman who had sat at the neighboring table, and giggled when he heard he mention man troubles into her phone. 

“Yeah, I guess he just doesn’t have the time for me. What a waste of the last three years of my life.” she said. She didn’t even notice Bigsby walk behind her and use the liquid dropper to deposit a small drop of red liquid onto her head. Almost immediately, her head began to wobble and throb about, and she shook it to try and stop the sensations. “I gotta go.” she said to the person on the phone and hung up just as her head rapidly began to shrink to less than half it’s size, her mind feeling like it was full of little fuzzies. 

Bigsby smiled. “Hey there. Guy troubles got you down? I can help? Would you like that?” 

She nodded, not sure why. 

“Perfect.” he giggled. 

TO BE CONTINUED.