[Clown TF, Hyper Cock]
Chaldea. The last bastion standing against Humanity’s incineration, and everything else that might try and threaten their continued existence. As it turns out, there’s a dangerous amount of things that want to completely and utterly eradicate Humanity as a whole, something that only became a problem once they tried to scour through the timestream to fix the first problem.
But for everything bad that tried to deal with the humans’ attempts to resurrect their history and keep it from being burned once more, there was a good side. The various heroes that dotted the timeline, and even the few villains that could turn a new leaf, stood up to try and help them. They would be just as affected by this loss of history, since it was the history that they had lived through.
Even the stranger individuals, such as the Paladin Astolfo, were happy to lend a hand. Though his airheaded nature meant that he occasionally caused a few accidents to happen. Because he just couldn’t keep it in his pants. Something that several of his former allies tried to keep him aware of so that he could be better, but their attempts to speak to his reasonable side always fell to the wayside. He was just too stupid.
Unfortunately for the Master that ran Chaldea, she was utterly unaware that the forces that wanted to turn the world into nothing more than ash from which they could rebuild… Had already started to make their move. And they started with those very odd allies, twisting them into self-destructive forms so that their job could be easier.
In the case of Astolfo, he woke up one day to find a strange box outside his room. The pink-haired idiot with a libido the size of his actual schlong pondered who could’ve sent him a gift. Definitely not anybody that had been allied with Charlemagne, since the gift was way too colorful for them. And it couldn’t have been Bradamante either, because she wouldn’t have gone through the trouble of wrapping it.
“Hmmmmm. Maybe it’s a trap?” The pink-haired Rider said to himself, rubbing his chin as he tried to be careful. Just like his allies always told him to. But at the same time…
Being careful sucked. He just wanted to check what was in the present! Since it was for him, it had to be something great! What else could it be if not something cute or powerful?
Astolfo grabbed the gift and quickly unwrapped it, tearing off all the wrapping paper and promptly tossing the top off without hesitation. He was too excited. Way, way too excited.
So much so that he didn’t have a chance to dodge the colorful smoke that blasted its way into his face once the top of the present went off, causing him to cough and wheeze as it forced its way into him…
And not long after that, giggles started filling the air, as the plan to undo all of Chaldea’s good work was set into motion…
---
Ritsuka Fujimaru… was a tired girl. Well, that was the best way to describe her. After doing everything she could to make sure that human history wouldn’t get tarnished thanks to the efforts of a crazy old mage that turned out to be a mass of demons wearing his skin as a trenchcoat, and then everything that came after that, she was well and truly tired. Why wouldn’t she be?
But she was still happy. She didn’t have to worry too much at this point. Which was why she spent a lot of her days just snoozing away in bed, too tired to bother getting out of it. She had saved Human History, she had the right to be relaxed.
Unfortunately, somebody just wanted to bother her, as she heard a knock on the door. Then a louder knock. Then a full on meaty whap, causing her to slowly rise out of bed still in nothing but her comfortably modest bra and panties.
“I’m coming, I’m coming. Don’t break down the door…” Ritsuka yawned as she stretched. Who could be disturbing her at this hour? Better not be certain individuals who she had tossed into time-out because they never stopped bothering her or stalking her…
The door to her room opened, and she saw a certain boy. Except everything about him was off, and it started with the cock that was as large as his torso.
She closed the door, and immediately turned back towards the bed. She was dreaming, there was no way that she wasn’t.
“Maaasterrrr! Don’t just leave me out here! Ehehehe!” The whining voice of the horny boy echoed from behind the door, with a few honks accompanying the sound of his voice.
...She wasn’t dreaming. Oh god, what had happened to him? What had he done to turn into such a monstrosity, and why was his first thought to go straight to her when she wanted nothing more than to nap the day away?
The ginger-haired Master sighed and opened the door again, crossing her arms as she gave the boy a good and proper look this time, just to make sure she understood what was wrong with him. And to make sure he wasn’t faking anything. God help him if he was playing a fib on her, she wouldn’t have any mercy for him.
Standing there on the other side of the door was Astolfo. The pink-haired near-himbo who couldn’t keep it in his pants. But there was something weird about him. And it wasn’t just the fact that his skin had turned chalk white somehow. That part was probably just the cum caking its way into his skin.
No, the weird part was the other colors. His hair, as an example, was now reaching down to his ass with how long it had gotten. And the tips were now blue, blending together nicely with the pink the further up you went. And if it looked absurd, the fact his hair was tied into pigtails and still reached that far down made it clear that it could be so much more absurd.
His outfit wasn’t much better. Gone was the slightly effeminate armor that had that dangerously short skirt. Now he wore a purple and pink outfit that left basically nothing to the imagination. Whether it was sleeveless top that had a cutout exposing his nipples, the silly sleeves that reached out to his huge gloved hands, the enormous butterfly that was nearly as big as his nuts, the skirt that didn’t even cover anything, or the multicolored stockings that were almost painted on from how tight they looked.
And of course, there was his cock. That big thing. That thing that looked like it could swallow her whole. How did he manage to hide it? It was already absurd before, but now that it was the size of his torso it looked just ridiculous. What was he going to do with it? Swing it around like a blunt object!?
...Considering the tales he had told about the antics he and Charlemagne got up to, that might actually be something he’d do. She quickly shoved that thought into the mental box where it belonged, and focused on reality as it was presented to her.
“Astolfo. Why do you look like a clown?” Was the first question she had in mind for him, looking directly at his face. Not at the massive shaft, at the face. The same face that was decorated with a pair of garishly light blue stars and an obnoxiously bright red clown nose. Oh, she hated this. A lot.
The clownified boy giggled, every giggle emphasized with another honk echoing from some part of his body. “I dunno! I just got a cute gift, and I got sprayed and now I’m all funny inside! You should be funny too, Master!” He chimed, taking a single step towards her with seemingly no malicious intent… Because he didn’t understand that it wasn’t a bad thing to not be funny inside.
“Command Seal. Sit.” Ritsuka immediately said, stopping the boy in his tracks as the seal appeared on his balls, causing him to fall onto his knees like a good boy would. “Okay. Why did you open that gift?”
Astolfo giggled, his head completely filled with nothing but silly stuff. “‘Cuz it was pretty! Wouldn’t you open a cute gift if it was staring you in the face, Master?” He chimed, his cock trembling. “And, like, I gotta blow, Master! Lemme bloooow!”
“Don’t make me use another Command Seal.” She immediately shot back, causing the thick-lipsticked clown to pout in response. “You really have to watch out with those gifts, Astolfo. You don’t know when I can’t come by and help you.”
The Rider-turned-Clown giggled, not finding anything wrong with what he had done. Since he felt so nice and happy, he should just be sharing it. And while he couldn’t move, he could… Oh, he could do that! Yeah, he could do that!
“Maaaaaster! Look at my cute eyes!” Astolfo chimed, puckering his lips so she couldn’t look at anything on his face that wasn’t round. It’d be his nose, his eyes, or his lips! And all of them were equally distracting, it was the perfect plan!
Ritsuka rolled her eyes. Great. He was trying something. She still had seals, maybe she should just knock him out…
And yet, in that moment of brief contemplation, she didn’t think to stop looking at him. Because her eyes drifted their way towards his eyes, and once they locked on…
The spiral that now filled the boy’s eyes filled hers, stopping all thoughts in their tracks as the spiral sucked them all down. She didn’t need those. They were faaaaaar too harsh on the brain. She needed something better, something nice and giggly!
Ritsuka slowly but surely started drooling as the spiral started to fill her eyes just like it had filled the clowned boy’s, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as drool dripped from the tip. What was she thinking about just moments ago…? She couldn’t remember. But it probably wasn’t very funny…
She could really go for something nice and funny right about now. Kinda like the funny boy in front of her, with that big balloon-like cock…
Astolfo giggled. Oh, seeing Master fall completely into the same kind of spiral that he fell into was nice! Now she just needed to get filled up like he had. But he didn’t have any of that smoke and dust and glitter that made him all clowny. That was a shame! So what was he supposed to do?
He blinked a couple of times, not moving because he thought he was still bound by the seal, before he realized what he could do. “Maaaasterrrr. You wanna be all nice and funny like me, riiiiiight?” He chimed, honks echoing from his nuts as he started bouncing in place.
“Mmhm…” Ritsuka idly and almost mindlessly nodded, drooling as she thought about how funny things could be. She didn’t know what fun was. She didn’t know what anything was. The spiral had made sure that she was as clean a slate as possible, so the next parts of the process could go smoothly…
Astolfo grinned from ear to ear, his smile nearly reaching off his face as he motioned his head towards his cock. “Then climb on! There’s a lotta fun I gotta blow in you! Just let me blow and blow until the cows come home!”
His Master didn’t know any better. In fact, she didn’t know anything with how empty her head was. But since he said he’d make it fill up, she listened and climbed on. She didn’t care that there was a pair of panties in the way. They didn’t even exist in her mind. Why should she worry about breaking a pair of things that didn’t exist?
Ritsuka sank down on that massive cock, almost immediately causing her to bloat out due to the sheer size of the thing. She could feel it spreading her hole apart, nearly breaking the trance that she had fallen into. But then it started feeling good. And she giggled, grinning from ear to ear as she sank deeper and deeper onto the rod.
Of course, the reason why she was getting all giggly was due to the juices pouring out of Astolfo’s rod. The giggly goo that would make her all nice and giggly, just like he was. And then she could be just as cute a clown, just like he was!
The further down she sank, the more juice poured around inside her. Partly because it was pulling it all out thanks to the pressure from the hole, and partly because the Rider-turned-Clown was far too aroused. And once she reached all the way down, to the point where the cock was visible on her entire torso…
Her dear Astolfo couldn’t stop himself from cumming right then and there. Blowing his load. Blowing, blowing, blowing the poor girl up with as much funny juice as he could! Filling her to the absolute brim, and then some! She had to get blown up with as much of that funny stuff, so she could be just as funny!
The changes were immediate as her stomach inflated full of that funny cum. Ritsuka’s skin almost instantly turned the same shade of white as the clown boy that was busy fucking her, before the bulge on her stomach disappeared. Not because the cock went anywhere, but because she was now so internally stretchy that it wouldn’t have an issue concealing that massive thing.
Once that was done, and another few loads blew all the way into her womb and filled it more, the funny stuff poured its way into her assets. Her tits and her ass, both formerly modest thanks to her rather simple genes, blew up. Tits going from meager B cups into the later half of the alphabet, growing to be just as enormous as the cock trembling and cumming inside her, with the twerking butt following suit as it grew to be a pair of plush pillows that could probably swallow a chair whole.
As the good funny juice continued to pour inside her with no chance of it finishing any time soon due to just how much had been packed into the funny clown’s nuts, the final touches were being put on Ritsuka’s face. Cute hearts, to match the ones that were on her fellow clown’s cheeks, and an absolute fat pair of red cockpillows that were just drooling in anticipation of suckling on something as big as the thing that was inside her.
Her hair grew out just as long as the horny clown’s, tying into a pair of cute pigtails that matched them. The only difference was in the colors. From blue and pink on the boy, to ginger and green on the girl.
“Ahahahaha! Man, you played a real dirty trick on me, Astolfo!” The clownified Ritsuka giggled, as she suddenly forced herself down on him, bending his dick so the two could press their clowny bodies together. “Better fill me with more laughs, so we can spread a nice honk or ten to everyone else!”
With the Master of Chaldea fallen to the funny clown, it was only a matter of time before Human History would once again fall apart. All according to the plan of whoever had sent the gift...
But first, it was time for lots of honking honks, courtesy of the clowns that no doubt loved one another. They were honking for one another, after all!