Party Favors
A Clowntopia Tale
by Hugo Prosperio

Part 3

Meanwhile a girl named Veronica sat at the patio table in a plastic chair, looking at a bowl of fudge that was staring her in the face. She had been chubby as a child and worked hard to stay thin, but for some reason the fudge that Pockets had just set out and offered her looked too good to resist. She licked her lips, drooling at the thought of the thick fudgy goodness.

“Don’t hold back dear!” Said Sweetheart as she walked by. “It’s really good.”

For some reason the sweet voice of Sweetheart was all she needed to hear, and she grabbed a thick square of the confection and bit into it. Flavor exploded in her mouth as she felt it melt against her tongue and slide down her throat. Her eyes shot open, and she let out a gasp of surprise and pleasure. It tasted like nothing she’d ever had before in her life.
As she chewed the rest of the piece, she didn’t notice her face was inflating with fat. Her cheeks got rounder, fuller, while a second chin formed underneath her first, then a third, wobbling as she smacked her lips. She looked rather comical, a thin svelte body with a fat face. Her nose had widened a bit, and the tip of it looked red.

She took another piece and shoved it into her mouth, decorum no longer a concern of her as she ate the treat. As she enjoyed her second piece, her hands began to puff up, fingers getting thicker and rounder, and the change spread up her arms, causing them to get flabby pas the elbow. As she was wearing a bikini top, she didn’t notice the change at all. She grabbed a third piece and this caused her feet to blimp up in weight, the gladiator sandals she was wearing snapping from the growth. She noticed the snapping, but was too occupied with the fudge to see what it was. Her feet also expanded wider and longer, and she wiggled her fat toes happily as they were freed from the sandals. She licked her thick fingers of the fudge, and licked her thickened lips, preparing for another thick slice.

She gobbled down another, and her butt began to billow outward, jiggling as it grew and spread. Cellulite was forming; causing little ripples in the flesh was stretching and growing. Her bikini bottom no long could survive and burst off, sending it’s remains to the patio floor.

Her breasts then did something surprising, considering the rest of her change. They pulled inward, getting smaller from D Cups swiftly down to B cups. They sagged a bit with fat, but they were now drastically tiny compared to her old chest. Her top hung loose now, no longer needed to contain any kind of flesh.  She burped a bit as she finished a piece and smiled.
“This really is delicious!” She said as she grabbed another piece. Her belly exploded outward swiftly, pushing her back from the table. She felt so good, tingles all over and the sugar from the fudge was getting to her head. Her hair, once blond, was now brown and a lot frizzier and in a few seconds if poofed up into an afro, with pink highlights. Her skin turned pink, except for white around her eyes and lips and some colorful accents. Her nose had fully turned into a round red ball, and her eyebrows vanished, now drawn on lines.
The last piece of fudge she ate (since it was the last on the plate) finished her odd transformation by making her thighs swiftly catch up to her butt and belly. She now weighed over 400 pounds and was very pear shaped.

Sweetheart walked over smiled. “Hey,  Fudgicle.” She said, calling the clown by a new name. “You shouldn’t eat all the snacks. There are other people here, you know!”

“Oh, sorry. I’m just so in love with that fudge!” She giggled.

Over in a corner, a young man wearing large headphones stood with something that looked like a briefcase. He walked past another party goer, and leaned in.

“Where is Cass? She asked me to DJ.” He said to the girl who was on her way to get some punch. “Um, Oh, she’s the one dressed as the girly clown. She’s calling herself Sweetheart.” She added as she left.

“Hey, uh, Cass.” The man said walking up to her. “Here to dish out some tunes, like you asked. I brought my fancy turn tables and everything.”

“GREG!” the clown giggled. “Welcome! Please, there’s a table over there just for you!” she said pointing to a table on the far side of the pool. A disco ball hung  on a light stand above it.

“Great. “I’ll set up.” He said as he walked over, and found the table waiting for him, so he set up his two turntables as well as his laptop filled with the latest dance hits. He plugged everything in and put his headphones on and began to play some a current pop hit loudly.

Sweetheart appeared behind him, grinning. She reached into her ample cleavage and pulled out a small pouch. She opened it and poured a fine sparkling dust into her hand and began to sprinkle it all over Greg’s head. The dust went to work instantly as his shaved short brown hair puffed up into a comically large blue afro. The headphones grew larger (and more cartoonish looking) to make room for the large collection of hair. He bobbed his head along to the electronic beat of the song, getting into it, not noticing his hair’s change. His head then grew larger and rounder, making him look a bit like a bobble-head toy. His ears stretched out to three times their size, sticking out from the headphones and wobbling as he nodded to the music. His nose popped out into a long red tube that stuck out six inches from his face. He smiled as the crowd seemed to be enjoying the song. He put his hands on the turntables and scratched a bit, and as he did, Sweetheart let them have a sprinkle of the dust as well.

In a split second they puffed up and the ring and middle fingers melded together on each, looking thick and silly. He wiggled the fingers around and giggled. The giggle made him feel great. This was going to be the greatest gig he’d ever had, he could feel it.

With another burst of dust his body began to compress and shrink, but only by about half. He was now probably three foot tall or so with a wobbly head. He looked up at the table and frowned. Hadn’t it been taller. He shrugged and his clothing flopped about. He kept nodding to the beat, now looking even sillier with his small body and oversized head.

His thighs and butt began to thicken, filling out his loose pants to the point where they began to split. He was now rather oddly pear shaped, and just dancing around to the beat of the song. As he danced, his feet stretched his shoes to the max and burst out, with wide thick toes wiggling in tune to the song. The skin of his feet began to turn pink, which spread upwards to every inch of his body. White formed around his eyes and mouth while his lips turned red and became very plump. He now sported large oversized teeth that were straight as could be and gleamed in the sunlight as he managed a huge grin. He felt great.
Sweetheart threw one last puff of dust onto him and his clothing reformed into a fitting jumpsuit and floppy clown shoes.

“Oh, Hey Noddy, sorry, I forgot to get you a stepping stool.” She said as she brought over a milk crate for him to stand on.

“Oh, shucks, thanks Sweetheart!” He grinned. “This party is gonna be swell, thanks for letting me play my tunes.” He added with a deep laugh.

“Not a problem, my little friend.” She said. She patted him on his poofy hair and walked away, smiling. She then witnessed a girl’s head inflate and turn into a big red balloon.  The girl’s body shrank quickly and twisted into a knot to prevent air from leaking out.
“Ah, you had some Balloonies.” She said, referring to the candy that was now sitting in an bowl next to the punch. “Best make sure you don’t float off. “ she said as she caught the balloon by the knot at the bottom and tied a string to it. “Don’t want you floating away.” She giggled.

She tied the string to a nearby post, and the balloon bobbed up and down, wearing a surprised look frozen on it’s red rubber skin.