Party Favors
A Clowntopia Tale
by Hugo Prosperio

Part Two

Kaylie Robbins was standing at the front door.  “This should be fun.” She thought to herself. Her friend always threw fun parties. She pressed the button and stood, waiting.
Sweetheart heard the doorbell ring, and she ran inside and over to the front door, and let in the guest. She saw it was her best friend from school, Kaylie.

Kaylie gasped at her friend’s appearance, yet somehow was able to see it was in fact somehow her friend.

“Cassie?” She asked.

“Just call me Sweetheart today, dear.” She giggled as she took her friend by the hand. “I am so glad you are first.”

Both of their families were well off,  and thus Cassie and Kaylie had been friends from an early age. Of course, Kaylie’s parents had more money than Cassie’s, so that was often a point of jest between them.

Once outside by the pool, Sweetheart brought Kaylie over to the box of party favors. She reached in and grabbed what appeared to be cigar. She tossed it to Kaylie.

“”What the hell is this? Why are you dressed like that? What kind of a party is this, Cass?” she asked.

“Just puff on it, it’s a party favor. It’ll be cute, I promise.” Sweetheart said with a short laugh.

Kaylie frowned, then shrugged. “Sure, why the hell not.”

She placed the cigar in her mouth and puffed. To her surprise a cloud of smoke poured out of the front. She kept puffing, and more smoke poured out, and then it began to surround her.
“Uh, what the heck.” She said. She inhaled a bit in surprise, and felt very light headed as the strange smoke made it’s way into her body.

She coughed. “I can’t see anything!” she said as her body felt very strange. Everything was tingling. Her nose felt swollen, and her hair felt like it was getting shorter. She couldn’t hardly breath with the smoke.

Sweetheart giggled as the smoke cleared, and before her stood her friend, only now, she was sporting the look of a Hobo clown. Skin now a ruddy orange color, except on her chin that sported a painted on beard, and around her eyes and lips, which was now white. Big thick painted on eyebrows replaced her real ones. Her clothes hand changed from a cute skirt and shirt combo to pants with suspenders and a torn up black t-shirt, patched with multiple colored swaths of cloth. Her shoes were no longer sandals, but big bubble toed boots.

“Oooh, my head.” She said, rubbing her hair, now in a short bob cut, a small bowler hat at a jaunty angle sitting atop it. “What did that smoke do to me?” she asked.

“Made you my partner for the evening, Pockets! That’s your new name. Let’s see if this makes you feel any better.” She said, grabbing the girl’s large black round nose and squeezing. A fog horn sound echoed through the pool area and Kaylie’s mind began to melt away. She squeaked as she looked at Sweetheart and felt a strong sense of obedience to her. She was her superior in almost every way, including wealth, since Hobo clowns had no money to speak of.

“Okie Dokie, Ms. Sweetheart!” Pockets said. “I’ll help get the party ready.

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Soon guests were arriving, and while many questioned the odd appearance of both “Kaylie” and “Cassie” they shrugged it off to their rich eccentricities, and began to have a good time at the party.  People donned swimsuits and began to swim in the pool, while others chatted around the backyard patio.

The first guest that suffered from the magic that Sweetheart and Pockets had set out was a girl from their Economics 101 class. She was slender, and everyone kind of picked on her because she liked to talk. Betty was her name and often she was called Big Mouth Betty, but she got along with Kaylie and Cassie well enough and was happy to be invited to the party. She was thirsty, however and really needed to get something to drink.

“Where can I get a beverage.” She asked Sweetheart, thinking it was just Cassie. The clown smiled and pointed over at the snack table. “There’s a bottle with your name on it.” She giggled.

She walked over and saw a bottle about half the size of a regular bottle of soda with PUNCH BOWL written on it. “Must be some kind of punch flavored soda.” She surmised as she took the bottle and opened it, and began to drink. It was a good flavor, like the best punch she had ever tasted at any party. A mixture of fruit juice, carbonated fizz and even the flavors of melted sherbet mixed in.

“Mmmm.” She said as she took a few more gulps to finish off the bottle. She threw it in the trashcan next to the table, and then intended to walk away.  But she didn’t. She felt odd. Tired almost. Suddenly she had a deep need to sit down, and she knew it had to be on the table next to the snacks. She slid onto the table and felt a wave of relief.

“This is where I need to be.” She said. Why had she said it? She wasn’t sure. She felt very strange. She sat there, not noticing that her legs no longer reached the patio floor as she kicked them back and forth. Her flip flops flew across towards the pool, but she knew that she couldn’t move, for some reason, she knew she had to stay put.

If one were observing (which oddly no one was), the would have seen the odd sight of Betty’s entire body, except her head, was shrinking. At first it just looked like a trick of the light, but soon, her body was too small to be anything but shrinking. Her head stayed just the same.

“I think I’ll just stay here for the entire party.” She said to herself as her tiny body began to pull into herself, leaving only her head on the table. She made an “oof” sound when it happened, but didn’t seemed too dazed by the odd shift in perspective.

“No Legs means I can’t move, which is good. I don’t want to move. I am here for a reason. Not sure what it is, but I’ll figure it out.” She said. Her nose rounded out into a red ball like Sweethearts, and her hair began to shift and change, pulling into two red pigtails. Her head’s skin turned white as could be, and her lips turned bright red like her hair. She then felt the need to look up for a second, and as she did, her mouth began to stretch outwards, getting wide and wider, like a big…bowl. Her mind thought “Oh that’s it! I’m going to be the Punch Bowl. What an important job. I hope they like me.”

She felt her flesh turn to a hard rigid plastic, her face seemingly painted onto it, except the nose, which was still sticking out. She wanted to look around to see if anyone was around when she felt her mouth filling with liquid. IT was punch, even tastier than the stuff in the bottle. She was so happy, and most importantly, her thirst was no longer an issue.

One girl named Bethany walked over to the table with the new punch bowl. She looked around. “Huh, no one has touched the punch. Well, more for me.” She said as she scooped a cup of the red liquid. She began to sip it, and noticed how flavorful it was, and how much the flavor was encouraging her to drink more. She gulped down the glass and refilled it.

“Oh man, this punch is great.” She said, not paying much attention to the odd feelings she had running around her body. Her skin was turning pink, then full on red as she drank another glass. She loved the flavor as it went down her throat, and kept pouring herself new glasses of the stuff, loving every drop of it. “Oh god, I shouldn’t be drinking this much. I should save some for everyone else.” She giggled. Her belly was distended now, rounded out like a pregnant woman’s, but she certainly wasn’t with child.

She was craving the liquid more and more as the minutes went by and she was not willing to take a break and go socialize. Instead she grabbed the odd looking bowl and placed it to her lips and began to drink its contents straight out of it. She thought it would end, but it seemed as if the liquid just kept coming and coming. Her stomach was now larger than a beach ball and sloshing full of the liquid. Her bikini bottom snapped off, but oddly, her privates had sealed shut, leaving nothing but smooth red skin. Her legs wobbled as the round ball that was her whole upper body absorbed them. She sank to her knees, the legs above them just vanishing into her.  She took the punch bowl and slid it back onto the table, thinking she had finished it off, only to have it refill when it sat back down on the table.

Her arms took the chance to pull in up to the elbow, and she waved around what was left of them as her two of her fingers merged together on each hand, leaving her with four digits instead of five.

“Man, that must have been some strong hooch in that punch!” She giggled as she looked around at the world from her new height. Her neck began to join with her round body, leaving her head in a divot as her hair turned green and swirled up into an almost bee-hive style. She licked her lips, and tasted cherry, the predominant flavor of the punch, and she smiled.  

The smile stayed, becoming a darker shade of red than the rest of her, curling into two corners like a clowns. Her nose puffed up and turned as green as her hair, and green and dark red designs formed on her face.

Her bare feet grew larger and she felt her legs slip a bit more bringing her down to about two feet in height, but she didn’t seem to care. Happily “drunk” off the punch, the now weird cherry/clown hybrid waddled about the area. The last bit of her old self to go was her top, which snapped off as she swelled one last time, revealing her breasts and even her nipples had been absorbed into her round form. She was a weird fruit clown, and boy was she loving it.

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From inside her box, Dora giggled, watching the events unfold on the screen she had magically enchanted to show her the action.

“Oh Chuckles, you big dummy, thanks for letting me out. This is gonna be so much fun.”