Party Favors
A Clowntopia Tale
by Hugo Prosperio

Part 4

Noddy the DJ Clown spun a groovy electro tune that sounded a bit like a calliope. He had slipped off his clown shoes and was now stomping his large feet to the beat. Interestingly, they would grow larger with each stomp, but the growth only lasted for a few seconds. It seemed he still had tricks to discover about himself. He giggled and watched the party goers starting to get into the beat and dance themselves.

Over by the drink table a young woman named Betsie had grabbed a glass and spooned some of the punch from the odd looking bowl into it. The juice was blue, and she took a thirsty sip, sighing as the the liquid finished going down her throat.

“Mmm, blueberry’ she said. She slurped down the drink and put her cup down and began to walk away when suddenly she felt very odd all over.  Most of the party was over by the pool, therefore no one was watching when Betsie suddenly shrank into her clothing. If they had, they would only have see a swiftly vanishing girl and the clothing hitting the floor. When she stood up, she was now only about half a foot tall. She looked around, and in the back of her mind she knew she should be terrified, but she was actually kind of intrigued.

“I wonder what happening to me?” she thought aloud as she moved away from her huge clothing. She giggled when she thought about how tasty the juice was and decided to have some more. Only now it was a lot farther away. She didn’t mind the work to get there though. Over the next several minutes, the now small girl worked her way up to the top of the table, using some boxes and other things in the area as stairs and then jumping up as best she could, catching onto the edge of the table with her fingers and swinging herself up to the surface.

“Those gymnastic classes finally pay off!” she said with a triumphant smile.

She looked up and saw the lip of the bowl standing about a foot away from her head, so she jumped again, and to her surprise, caught the edge with ease. She climbed the lip and reached down to cup some of the juice in her hand, but slipped and tumbled over the edge and right into the bowl with a splash.

“Someone is eager” thought the punchbowl as it felt the girl in it’s over sized mouth.
She attempted to breath and gulped and took in a huge amount of juice. Her eyes shot open at how good it taste, and she knew just had to have another. She started taking in bigger and bigger gulps, unaware that her body was swelling as she took it all in.

After about eight large gulps, Her head had surfaced into air again, and her body was almost completely round except for her arms and legs and head. Her head had pulled into a divot in her fleshy body.

“Oops, a little too much, I think.” She said with a tiny laugh. She looked at her inflated form and watched as the blue color of the drink began to spread to her skin, making her look like…

“A Blueberry! I look like a Blueberry!’ she said as she felt her head pull into her body. Her vision disappeared for a moment, but when it came back, she could see jus tfine. Her entire face was now in the middle of her round midsection. Only her hair remained and it turned brown and swirled up and stiffened into a hairdo that resembled a stem.
She rolled over a bit and began to drink more, finishing her changes. She felt her arms sink in a bit leaving just the bit past the elbows. Her feet stretched larger and wider, and a round bit grew out where a nose would be on her flat face, a slightly lighter blue than the rest of her.

“That was fun!” she said as she finished off the last of the juice in the bowl and stood up. The bowl tipped a bit from her weight, sending her spilling out onto the table, landing on her side. She then rolled off the table, falling right into her old clothing, which luckily was still there. She stood up and found her new center of gravity a bit weird, but managed to start to walk.

“Hey there, friend!” came a voice from under the table. Out stepped a round red clown, formerly a girl named Bethany. She was larger than Betsie was, by about double the width, but she welcomed the new fruit clown over.

“We fruits gotta stick together, Blue. Come on, our party is under here.”

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John Barrett wasn’t really what you would call friends with Cass, but he was always trying to get into the popular crowd, so when he netted an invite to the party, he was going to go even if he knew he’d likely hate the experience. Sure enough, he was having a rotten time. First off, the host and her cohorts were all dressed as clowns, which he thought might be some sort of rich person fetish or something. He sighed as he wandered through the crowd of dancing people. Were there more clowns than he thought? He shook the thought off, not really caring much about clowns or whatever they were.

He brushed against the girl he knew as Kaylie. She of course had no memory of that name. She was Pockets, a helpful hobo clown. She smiled at him.

“So Sorry, Mr. Barrett.” She said, doing her best to be formal.

“Hi Kaylie. Nice outfit.” He said, clear sarcasm ringing loud and clear.

“Now, it sounds like you don’t mean that.” She said, pretending to sound a little hurt.
“You want to know the truth? I can’t help but think this whole thing sucks. It’s just a stupid excuse to dance around while getting drunk, and I can’t help but think that I am a big dummy for coming here. ” He continued.

She nodded. “Oh, I understand. I am sorry you aren’t having fun. I can help though.”

“I doubt that.” He said.

“Well, do me a favor. Have some bubble gum, take some time, think about it, and we’ll see if you are a dummy or not.” She said as she handed him a square of a chewy pink substance. She placed it in his hand and walked away, whistling what sounded like the Looney Toons theme song as she left.

He shook his head. He was going to get out of dodge before things got strange, and he was about to toss the gum away, when he looked at it, and realized how inviting it was. Gum had been a favorite of his in most of his life, although he had given it up while trying to seem cool. Smacking gum didn’t seem to be a cool thing to do, nor did blowing bubbles, but he did miss it. He looked down and then around at the crowd. They were so caught up in their dancing and silly nonsense to care if he blew a few bubbles, so with a grin he popped the piece into his mouth.

The flavor burst into his mouth as soon as he bit into the gum, and it was like he had never stopped. It was so good, juicy and flavorful, and it had such elasticity to it. Perfect for bubbles, he thought.

He chewed and chewed and then decided it was time to blow his first bubble. He stretched the gum across his tongue and blew air into the gum, and he felt it push out of his lips and into a round sphere. He blew a large bubble, which popped loudly, then he took the gum back into his mouth. The pop had given him a bit of a dizzy feeling to his surprise, but it felt kind of good.

He quickly chewed up the gum again and started blowing a bubble. This time, he had the thought to see how far the gum would go.  The dizzy feeling shifted to one of strong tingles running through his head that he couldn’t really explain, but boy did they feel great, and he began to blow the bubble larger and larger. With each blow into the treat, his head began to stretch upwards. He couldn’t understand why the bubble itself wasn’t getting any bigger than before, but he kept trying, and his head kept growing, His hair split, part of it staying on the top of his head as it stretched upward, the rest leaving a ring around the base. As his head grew larger, he felt more and more lightheaded, but he was stubborn, and slightly delirious at this point, so he kept trying. Soon his head stopped growing, now looking rather egg shaped with it’s large dome at the top, crowned by the tuft of hair which was turning orange, as was the ring around the base of his head.

The bubble burst, and he felt a rush of euphoria run all over him. He let out a dumb giggle as he started chewing up the gum again, starting the process anew, the bubble emerging seconds later.

As he blew, his feet throbbed. He had decided to wear shoes that he could easily remove if a girl asked him to go for a swim in the pool, but now they were feeling tight. As he blew, kicked them off as best he could, and let his feet sit on the concrete slab that made up the back patio. He felt the patio sliding beneath his feet, but the fuzzy feeling in his head was growing as continued to blow, so he wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. His feet stretched forward, growing wider and larger than any of the clowns currently prancing around the party. He tapped them to the tune that DJ Noddy was blasting, and continued to blow until the bubble burst again, sealing his fate of having size 34 feet.

He smiled looking around at the party, and decided another bubble was in order, after all, blowing the bubbles was the best feeling in the world. The round sphere burst from his lips, which were curling up into an smile as he blew, and then his ass began to expand. It inflated with each burst from his mouth, and he felt it straining against his pants, but ignored that feeling for the euphoria blowing was giving him. He had long been an admirer of big butts on ladies, but now he was going to have his own “junk in the trunk” as he might have phrased it, and lots of junk at that. He couldn’t believe how big this bubble was getting, the largest he had ever blown, and his butt grew larger and larger with each breath he put into it. His pants spit and fell apart, leaving straining boxers behind as they fell to the ground. His hips had widened a bit to support the girth of his ass, now quadruple the size it had been. The bubble then popped, just before his boxers were ready to give out. Instead they stayed tightly stretched over a gigantic booty.

Pockets wandered back over, still whistling. She patted him on the large butt and giggled. “So, are you a dummy?”

He turned to her, surprised by her arrival and swallowed the gum.  He felt it slide down his throat and hit his belly, and then felt very odd. His mind fuzzed over one last time as the gum finished the work it started. His face lit up and he gave a mad grin, showing off red lips and skin that was turning white as snow. He placed his thumb in his mouth and blew, and suddenly his head began to stretch and grown again, this time the whole head expanding like it was the bubble he was blowing before. His eyes rolled back in clear pleasure as he felt his whole being stretch and inflate. He then pulled the thumb out of his mouth and let the air go, and the bubble that was his head began to deflate. It went back down to the large size it was a few moments before but continued to deflate until his head was half it’s usual size, still dome shaped, still odd. He giggled. “Whoops let too much out. What were you saying, Pockets? I was just blowin’ some Bubbles.” He said with a chuckle. His nose popped out into a red ball and blue circles formed on his cheeks, almost as if he were blushing blue.

“Of course you were. It’s your favorite thing to do, it’s why you are called Bubble, isn’t it?” she said looking at the clown with the large but small head.

He thought for a second, then realized thinking was a lot harder than he anticipated, but no matter. Clowns hardly ever lie, so she must be telling the truth.

“Duh-huh, yep, that’s my name!” he said.

“Oh god. I was hoping you wouldn’t have forgotten. So much bubble blowing can leave one light headed.”

He gave a chortle, knowing that all to well, he did love the feeling of the light head. In fact it’s why he was so dumb now, and he knew it. He had blown all the smarts out over the years of blowing bubbles, but he didn’t mind. Didn’t need smarts to be a good clown, just silly stuff, and he had plenty of that. He patted his huge butt and felt it wobble, and he giggled.

“This a fun party, thanks for the gum, Patches!” he said, setting off in his tight boxers. Patches giggled and pulled out a wand that Sweetheart had given her. She waved it at the man, and a pair of large clown swim trunks appeared on him, and his shirt vanished, leaving white pale skin exposed to the elements. She giggled when she saw his nipples were red and round, like tinier versions of his nose.

“No problem, Bubble. Have fun at the party!” she said.

She watched as he ran over to the pool and leapt into the air, shouting “CANNONBALL!” as he landed in the water with a huge splash.