Party Favors
a Clowntopia Tale
by Hugo Prosperio
PART ONE
Dora's Box
“Glad you are happy!” Chuckles the Clown said as he watched his latest customer shrink below the level of his counter. He stood up and saw a foot tall man, done up as a hobo clown looking up at him.
“What a rush!” The tiny clown said with a honk of his nose. “I hope I don’t owe you much. Ain’t got nothing to give you, can’t even pick the lint out of me pockets!” he said, pointing to his orangish naked body. Chuckles laughed and shook his head.
“No charge, little man.”
The little clown was surrounded by a swirl of fabric from his pile of oversized clothes and then he found himself in a patched up clown jumpsuit, with large shoes big enough for his large feet (although the toes stuck out of the front)
“Bubbles, can you escort our little man here to Tiny Town? “ Chuckles asked. A fat female clown walked out “Duh-uh, sure thing boss!” she said as she picked him up.
“Hehe, you are cute.”
“Shucks, ma’am.” The little hobo said.
“Don’t smoke any Short Stuff while you are there, I don’t want to hear that you are stuck at 6 inches and can’t come into your shift tomorrow.” Chuckles said with a stern look.
“Got it!” She said with a grin.
The two vanished behind the bead curtain to the back room, and Chuckles tossed the remaining discarded clothes into a trash bin. He thought to himself how lucky he was that the store moved around from place to place, never staying still, or people might get suspicious with a dumpster full of clothes all the time. He grabbed a broom and began to sweep the store, whistling a carnival tune to himself as he did.
“Incoming, Boss.” Said the plastic bobble head on his desk.
“Thanks, Bobble. I need to get that horn fixed.” He said, looking up above the door. The horn that was usually there had been removed due to a malfunction where it honked so loud, it blew a girl’s clothes off.
The door opened to little fanfare, and in walked a 23 year old girl, wearing short shorts, gladiator style sandals and a loose fitting t-shirt. Neon green sunglasses sat on her nose as she looked around the store.
“Welcome to the Joke Shop, Miss. I am Chuckles, proprietor of this fine emporium of jokes, gags, and other assorted silliness. How can I be of assistance.”
“Oh, hello. I thought this…well, was someplace else.” She said, her teeth loudly chewing on a piece of gum.
“Well, Can I help you find something?” he asked her as he looked her up and down, thinking of how to deal with her.
“Well, I’m throwing a big party for a bunch of my friends since my family is out of town for the week. Now, I’m not the rich spoiled brat who does that and doesn’t tell her parents, they know and approve.”
She stopped, and wasn’t sure why she told him all of that. She didn’t care what this strange man dressed as a clown thought of her or her party.
“Parties are always a fun thing. You came out looking for something to give to the guests, am I correct? Party Favors?”
“I…yes. Actually.” She said, surprised.
“I have just the thing. If you don’t mind a little silliness and colorful fun, I have this here.” He said as he pulled out what looked like a small jewelry box. It was quite dull looking, with fake jewels glued to the outside of it.
“Now, it doesn’t look like much, but get it home and open it, and I promise you, your party will have endless delights. Only 5 dollars. At that price, it’s worth it, isn’t it?!”
“What the hell, you make me laugh, so why not.” She said, pulling out a crisp 5 dollar bill and handed it to him. He placed the box in a bag and gave it to her, and she left.
“Did you really just let a girl leave unchanged?” Bobble asked.
“Yes, it’s not entirely unheard of.” Chuckles said, sounding a bit defensive. “Besides, that box packs a bigger wallop than you might think. When her party is over, I bet we’ll have a gaggle of fresh new clowns to welcome into our world.”
“You are the boss, boss.” Bobble said with a laugh.
“Yes indeed, my plastic friend.”
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Cassandra Nasmith returned home after her trip to the strange store and placed the small box on her bed, looking at it. “How in the hell is this supposed to do anything fun?” she asked. She glanced over at the bags of candy and chips and other items she had bought from a local drug store. “I guess no fancy party favors. Oh well. Might as well see what’s inside this dinky thing.”
She opened the latch on the outside, and the lid shot open swiftly. At first it seemed like the tiny box was empty, it’s fake velvet interior looking dusty and unused. Then the box began to shake. She picked it up, holding it as it quivered, like there was some sort of life inside it. She dropped it, and when it hit the floor, it began to unfold itself, growing larger each time it did. It was like watching some sort of puzzle toy gone wild was it clicked with each growth. It doubled in size, then tripled, then it reached the size of a large treasure chest, when the lid shut again.
“Holy Shit.” She said. She glanced down and saw that one of the pink plastic gems looked a lot more real now, and was now glowing. She pressed her finger to it, and felt it depress into the box itself. The lid began to open again, this time revealing a much larger interior, with a swirling pink mist inside, as if she had opened Barbies Ark of the Covenant. As she gazed into it, she didn’t notice her body tipping over the edge of the box, and suddenly she felt as if she were falling. She gasped, but no sound came out as she drifted slowly towards whatever destination the box held for her. She was baffled, but her thoughts were on trying to land whenever the fall stopped.
Which it did. Quite suddenly. And yet, she stood perfectly still as she had been before she fell. She looked up and in the distance saw a tiny hole in the sky that seemed to be where she had fallen from, her room.
“Oh god, where the hell am I?” she asked aloud as she looked around at the tall red fake velvet walls.
“You are in my box, silly!” giggled a voice that echoed around the area.
She stood to attention, looking for the source of the voice.
“Cassandra, you have opened my box, and I am so happy you did!” said the voice as a figure stepped forward out of the shadows.
“My name is Dora. I am from Clowntopia, a land of magic and merriment, and you opened my box. I assume you want to throw a party!” she giggled.
The girl was tall, legs going on forever, and had a beautifully curvy figure. Nothing over exaggerated, just everything perfect, or at least, it seemed that way to Cassandra.
“Yes.” She said. “I do.” She glanced at the clown girl before her, her skin white as snow, nose round and red, red curly hair tied in a bouncy pony tail. She wore a red dress with white zig-zagging stripes on it. On her slightly oversized feet were strappy high heels that made her legs curve in a sexy way, and added to her strut as she walked. She moved closer to Cassandra and chuckled.
“That’s the only reason people ever open my box, but that is alright, that is my purpose, to make things more fun. With my box, your party shall have wonders never seen by your guests or you, but first we must make you a suitable host for such a party.”
“I don’t understand” Cassandra said, confused, wishing she could climb her way back out of the box now.
“This should help.” She said as she waved her hand as if performing a magic trick, and in her palm appeared a round red ball, about the size of a ping pong ball. She bounced it, then when it returned to her, she pushed it forward, and it swiftly moved towards Cassandra and hit her on the nose, where it stayed.
“Hey, what’s the big…i…dea.” She said as she began to feel fuzzy and strange. She looked down to see the edges of the rubber ball blend with her skin, which was becoming pale
“The big idea, missy, is that you work for me now, and your guests will have the time of their silly little lives.”
With a snap of Dora’s fingers, Cassandra’s clothes vanished, leaving her in just her panties and bra. She almost lost her footing when her own heels vanished, but she caught herself and looked at the clown in front of her as she felt her body tingle all over. Her hips began to stretch and widen. No pain was felt, just an odd throbbing sensation. Her chest began to feel similar, as her B cup breasts began to grow larger. She could feel them pushing outward, like someone was puffing air into them like balloons. She almost thought she heard the sound of inflating balloons too, but she wasn’t sure what was real and wasn’t at this point.
Her chest stopped growing at a size of EE or so, she couldn’t quite tell. Her butt also expanded, although not quite as explosively as her bust. She felt it wobble as it became a large bubble butt. She turned and saw a large oval mirror. Her hair began to flow longer and curl, turning red with a stripe of pink down the right side. It looked cute, she thought, and she decided that when she got out of this situation, she’d consider dying it that color. She turned back to Dora and giggled.
“Why did I giggle?” she asked, less upset than she had intended it to sound.
“Because clowns are full of giggles and guffaws. It’s part of our nature. You are just adapting.”
“I don’t want to be a…” she started to say. Clown? Was this real? It couldn’t be.
She looked down and watched her bare feet stretch forward as they grew larger. They weren’t quite as large as Dora’s, but still much larger than she wanted them, but yet, it felt oddly good to have them growing against the carped floor of the box.
Her skin began to turn white, spreading all over from the tips of her larger toes to her face. She giggled again, the change tingling and tickling.
“I think I like this.” She gasped.
“Well, that’s good. The alternative would is being a grumpywump.” Dora said. “And those aren’t very fun.”
Little red hearts speckled her cheeks, three on each, like cartoonish freckles. She smiled at her reflection, the clown that she was becoming seeming so cute to her.
Dora grabbed her by the arms. “Now, I sense you have a boyfriend, right?”
“Y-yes.” She said softly, her voice going into a higher register.
“Not anymore. You aren’t really into boys.” She giggled as she pulled Cassandra into a kiss. The kiss was the best kiss she had ever felt. Pleasure seized her entire body as she felt tingles flow from Dora’s lips to hers. Her mind melted sensually, and indeed, her desire to be with boys vanished. She was far more interested in girls. She giggled as even her name vanished from her head as the kiss lasted for what seemed like hours.
When the kiss broke, Cassandra was mostly gone, and a very cute clown girl stood in her place. While she remained dazed, Dora waved a wand and a tight shirt that showed off ample cleavage and ample midriff clung to her chest, and a tight short skirt adorned her hips. She had red pumps, perfectly sized for her feet, and plastic bracelets and jewelry scattered all over her body. She smiled, her lips red and plump and curled.
“Welcome Back, darling. You were lost in my kiss for a while. Glad you found your way out.” Dora laughed.
“Oh, that was so lovely. I want more.” She giggled.
“Well now, maybe later. You have work to do. Oh, you’ll need a new name. I shall call you Sweetheart. Now, your memories will stay intact for a while, because you are going to still have your party, and it’s going to be one to remember. Everything you need will be in this box, and I’ll be watching over you to make sure it all goes well. Do enjoy yourself.”
Dora vanished, and Sweetheart felt herself being pulled upwards. In a flash of light, she sat on her floor, the box now back to it’s original size. She giggled and picked it up as she wiggled her way out of her room. She glanced around and decided it was time to redecorate. She didn’t know how she knew it, but she knew the box would give her most anything she’d want if she simply thought of it.
Over the next hour, she went around preparing for the party, the house now featuring red and white streamers all over the place, as well as tinsel. Outside by the pool, she set up a large table with treats and a punchbowl, and then tapped the box and it returned to a larger size, and filled with party favors.
“These will make the party great for everyone!” she giggled.
Then the doorbell rang. Her first guest.