Emily landed on the ground with a splat. She looked up and gasped at the world around her. It was huge, colorful, and cartoonish. The buildings were twisted into impossible shapes and everything seemed like it was made of rubber or other bouncy materials.

"What the hell is this?" she asked as she looked around. She saw figure moving about their day as the sun started to set in the distance.

"Excuse me." Said a small voice. She looked down and saw a strange looking tiny clown with a ring of orange hair around a bright bald spot.

"Sorry, Miss. Just makin' sure you knew I was here" he said as he walked down the road, joined by a slight taller female clown.

Emily shook her head and walked down the sidewalk until she bumped into a odd looking man. He was also a clown like the tiny people had been, but he was normal height, but he was rather fat. His belly stuck out of his clothes, revealing a deep set belly button. She bounced off his belly and hit the ground.

"Oh my, sorry about that." He said offering a hand to her. She grabbed it and felt a shock run through her.

"Oh woops, forgot to take that off" he said as he removed a joy buzzer. "My name is Bobo, what is yours?"

"Emily." She said as she shook of the shock of the buzzer. "Where the hell am I?"
"Oh, you must have come through a portal. This is Clowntopia. From your perspective, it's what you'd call an alternate dimension, I think."

"Full of clowns." She said as she watched a tall leggy girl clown walk by.
"Yep. In your world, clowns are humans wearing make up, but they were inspired by clowns from here. Here we are the real deal." He said, honking his nose.

"How do I get back to where I came from?" she said, still sort of not believing the weirdness of the whole situation.

"The portals don't really work in reverse usually. You'll have to go to the Joke Shop, but it's closed now and won't re-open until the morning."

"Shit, what am I gonna do?" she said. "I don't even know where my friends went."
"Oh, there were more of you? Well, I am sure they found helpful folks like myself. Look, come over to my place." He said. He smiled when she shot him a look.

"Not like that. I can offer you a couch for the night, and then in the morning, you can go find your friends and go home." He suggested.

She thought for a bit, and decided to take the man's kindness. "Sure.  Thank you."
He smiled and burped. "Not a problem."

She noted that he didn't bother apologizing for the burp, but started walking. She noted that his clothing was rather stained, but she shook off any worry this may have caused.
They walked through the streets and she watched as the multi colored street lamps lit up, creating a rainbow of light up and down every street.

"Here we go, just down this side street." He added as he lead her down an alley. She saw lots of clowns, all in various messy clothes. "Lots of hobos live here. They want money, but don't give it to them. It only encourages them," he said with a chuckle as he walked up a set of stairs to a large brownstone apartment. Of course the bricks weren't brown, they were green and orange and purple. He lead her inside and into an elevator that took them several floors up.

"Here we go." He said as he reached the corner apartment on the floor. He opened the door and she walked in. It was a mess. Trash and food containers were strewn about without care, but to Emily's surprise it didn't seem to give off a foul odor. Mostly a mixture of cotton candy and cigar smoke. Not the worst. He lead her around the corner and into the living area. There she saw a large old torn up couch and a matching recliner, also torn and aged. A TV sat against the wall, and a coffee table sat before the couch.

"Take a seat!" he said with a smile as he moved over to the recliner. He sat down and the chair creaked under his weight. He flicked on the TV with a remote, and a clown sat behind a desk, reporting news.

"And now it's time for the weather. Chortle, How is it looking?"

It cut to another clown, this one about four feet tall with a long pointy head.

"Good! Back to you, Quimble!" he laughed.

Bobo smiled, and muted the TV. "That's an upside to Clowntopia. Never rains. Hungry?" he asked.

"Um, a little. What have you got?" Emily said.

"Cold Pizza and Beer. Not gourmet, but it does the trick." He said as he went to the kitchen and brought out a large pizza box and several bottles of beer. She gave the box a sidways glance.

"Oh, despite appearances, I am not that much of a slob. It's only from yesterday. It's just cold. "

"Yeah, but can I eat food from your world?" she asked.

"Oh, well, probably not a great idea, but this is actually food from your world. I prefer your pizza to ours. Too much candy find it's way onto pizza here for my liking."
"My god, there's a whole pizza in here." She said as she opened the box.

"I ordered three. I wasn't as hungry as I thought, but, now you have some." He said as he leaned back into his seat cracking open a bottle.

"So, you came here through the Joke Shop with others?

"Yeah. My boyfriend Frank and our friend Phil. This is all so surreal." She said as she munched on a piece of pizza, surprised that she enjoyed it.

"Well, we clowns are friendly folk who look to help those who find themselves in our realm, so I am sure Frank and Phil are in good hands. He smirked knowingly as he watched her take a sip from a beer, and spit it out.

"Oh, jesus, that's wretched." She said, gasping for air.

"Oh god, I forgot. The pizza may be human, but the beer isn't. I have something. Try this." He said handing her a different kind of beer.

"Harlequin's Truth." She said aloud as she read the bottle.

"It's brewed specifically for humans. I keep a few on hand for the pizza delivery folks, but I am sure you could use one."

She took it, opened it, and took a sip. It was surprisingly good. Really good.

"Much better." She said as she began to drink it faster, downing a good quarter of the bottle quickly. She let out a burp, then covered her mouth. "Sorry."

"No need to apologize for that in this house." He said with a fart that he didn't even acknowledge. She gagged at the smell.

"Oh, not to your liking? I thought you said you liked that smell." He said with a grin. He watched her go to question him, but then her eyes glazed over a for a moment. "Well, yeah. Just surprised me is all." She said as she bit into her slice of pizza.

He glanced at a bottle of Harlequin's Truth and read the label, specifically a part written in scribbles that only clowns could read. "Once properly ingested, subject will be open to suggestion, making what you say truth."

She sipped at the beer and smiled.

"Thanks for this. I don't know where I'd be without your help." She said.

"No problem. It's not often I get to help a cute chubby girl like you." He said with a chuckle. He watched as her body started to soften and thicken, ever so slightly. Her belly poked out of her shirt now, flesh oozing out over her pants, giving her a prominent muffin top. She looked at him with a shy smile.
"Thanks. I guess."

"Oh, I didn't mean to offend, I just thought you seemed like a confident girl who was proud of her fat." He said as her belly swelled again, rolling her shirt underneath her boobs, which were also swelling slightly.

"Of course I am. I love being a bit big. It's such a liberating thing." She said, not noticing anything different. She finished her first piece of pizza and grabbed a second, swilling down some more beer before she bit into it. As she chewed, she burped again.
"That was really good, but I bet you can be even louder. I bet you can shake the walls." He laughed. She looked at him oddly, then grinned. She finished off her beer and then opened her mouth and a rumbling sound unlike anything her body had ever produced came out.
"Haha, great!" he said with a chuckle. He slid her another Harlequin's Truth, eager  to continue his little experiment. "I like how your butt is bigger than your belly." He said with a smile, watching as it became the truth, her pants starting to strain at the growth, tears forming in the fabric, flesh pouring out of the holes.

"Oh, thanks." She said rubbing it with a free hand while she tore into another piece of pizza. She burped again, loud as ever.

"I bet you sound just as loud from the other end." He smirked.

She grinned and moments later, a fart burst out of her enlarged ass. He laughed and held out his bottle to toast her. They clinked their drinks together and laughed.

Soon, she had devoured half the pizza and looked as if she weighed close to 250 pounds, if not bigger.

"So, your boyfriend, do you love him?" he said curiously.

"Yeah, of course, why wouldn't I?" she said.

"Oh, I just thought you said you were thinking of breaking up with him."

She blinked, then frowned. "Yeah, it's been rough lately."

"In fact, you said that you were going to break up with him, but got sidetracked when you were brought here." He noted as he sipped his beer.

"Yeah. It's over between us."

"You mentioned it was because you prefer the company of ladies."

She shook her head and then looked at him." Yeah, I do. I am a lesbian, but I never had the heart to tell him. I am not even sure why I started dating him except out of pity. He's a jock and him not getting the girl he wanted would have been a shot to his ego."

"Well, here is a to a fresh start." He said "I am sure there are plenty of ladies out there that would love to have a 400 pound BBW like you." He said with a laugh as he watched her start to change again, her weight ballooning, her belly drooping her to her knees, her ass and thighs exploding her pants, and her shirt and bra getting very tight, to the point where she started to remove them.

"Hope you don't mind. I need to go clothes shopping." She said, her new thick double chin wobbling as she did. She threw the small bra and shirt to the side, letting her fat boobs sag down, resting on her huge belly. The last remnants of her old outfit were a pair of panties stretched comically tight and her purple canvas sneakers, which were tight on her new fat feet. As she stood up to take the shirt, he noticed her belly itself was folding into another role, from "years" of having tight pants tucked into it, he thought.

"No problem at all." He said looking at her tight shoes. "You know it's odd to see a human with feet as large as us clowns, but you pull it off."

Her shoes burst open, her feet shredding them and the socks as they grew longer and wider, toes enlarging and fanning out, looking cartoonish. She wiggled the toes and smiled. "Thanks. Most girls would be ashamed, but you know, I kind of like them."

"They are certainly something. Are you sure you aren't part clown? I mean not many humans have a red clown nose like that." He said pointing as hers popped out into a large red ball.
"I dunno. It's always been like that." She said, as she grabbed it and honked it.

"I love your pale skin, it's very whiteface." He said as her skin paled rapidly going from a peachy color to white in seconds. Her entire thick body was creamy white, and she nodded. "I don't get a lot of sun."

"Clowns don't tend to tan, do we?" he asked, seeing if that particular change would take hold. He didn't need to worry because her eyes glazed and she giggled, her voice getting lower and lower, still sounding like a girl, but a deep resonance that would have shocked her if she hadn't noticed. She guffawed then spoke "Nope Nope Nope!"

She let out another fart and sat back in the couch, it creaking under her heavy weight. She put her big feet up on the coffee table and her hands behind her head.

"You know, I haven't met many clowns with that hair style. It's brave to have only three tufts of hair, especially for a clown. I do like the red color though." He said as he slid a new bottle towards her. She grabbed it and ripped the cap off, and smiled as her hair rapidly changed, flying back towards her head. In some places, it sucked in completely while in three distinct places she kept triangular shaped tufts. The black hair turned vibrant red as he had described. She chugged her beer, and then took a breath. "Oh yeah. I wanted something silly as can be." She said as a bow appeared on the top tuft, purple with pink stripes.

"Now, is your head egg shaped because you were born that way, or is it a magical alteration." He said. Her forehead began to stretch upwards, rounding off to look quit oval. She didn't feel a thing, but Bobo could hear her skull re-shaping. The top tuft of hair sat on top of an egg shaped head, which was framed by three wobbly chins.

"Oh, magic. I had it changed to impress a girl. Still working on that, she said with a wink."

He watched as the clown changes finished, giving her a ruby red smile that curled up, and blue circles around her eyes, with red diamonds on her chubby cheeks. She finished her beer and tucked into the last slice of pizza.

"You still hungry, Flabby?" He asked giving her a new name. A wave of memories flooded over her in seconds, and she remembered being called Flabby by all her friends, Flabbitha by her clown mother and father. She had no more memories of Emily. She was a fat flatulent clown, and that was all there was to her life. She seemed dazed and didn't respond.

"Well, what do you think of my place, sis?" he said. He had said sis, to see if he could imprint himself as her brother. She blinked and chuckled.

"Big Bro, it's great. Mom and Dad would be proud. Not quite as messy as home, but damn close. "

He smiled and looked at his watch. An hour had passed since he had met her, and now she was his fat slob of a sister. He giggled to himself and stood up and walked over to a trunk in the corner of the room. He pulled out a large clown jumpsuit and tossed it to her, a huge pair of panties, as well as a pair of clown shoes, big and floppy.

"You left them at mom and dads, they wanted you to have them back." He lied, but she bought it and quickly shimmied her huge ass into the panties and slid into the suit. She put the shoes on and watched as socks formed up her ankles and legs.

"Perfect. Now, I have to go to my shift at Big Bertha's cage, but I'll be back later." She said as she hugged her brother.

Emily was gone, Flabby was here to stay. Bobo watched he run out the door. "Welcome to the family." He said.

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A month later, all three visitors to Clowntopia had settled into their new lives. Clumsy was now a well respected street performer in Tiny Town, doing prat falls for anyone willing to watch. He occasionally brings his act to the street with the big folk, but he doesn't want to get stepped on, so he keeps that to a minimum. He recently proposed to Bedelia, the girl who had made him go tiny. She accepted.

Spice was adopted by a loving clown family that lived next door to Sugar and her family. They would spend hours in the back yard playing and dancing, and imagining fantasy worlds where they fought balloon dragons and cotton candy goblins. They go to the same clown school together, and together they are quite the headache for the teacher, although they both earn excellent clowning scores.

Flabby lives with her brother in Slob Alley now, and she works at Big Bertha's café, where she gets all the food she can eat, and she uses that quite a lot. She dates one of the other waitresses, a skinny girl who had a bit of a thing for bigger, more odd girls. Together they are very happy, and often stay after work so her girlfriend can feed her the leftover pie from the evening.

Chuckles eventually tracked each one of them down and offered them a free item from the store for the inconvenience the portal had caused, but all three denied knowing what he was talking about. Probably for the better, he thought.

Fin.