Party Favors
A Clowntopia Tale by
Hugo Prosperio

Part Five

“Jesus, isn’t there anything to eat at this party. All I’ve seen is that sketchy looking punch bowl.” Said Valarie Hayes. She had long been a social enemy of  Cassie, but often attended her parties unannounced, because she loved being a gatecrasher.

Her best friend Cynthia Bolens tagged along to all of these incidents, including today’s. To their disappointment, their arrival had not created the stir that either was hoping for. No one really noticed they were even there, and a number of guests were dressed a clowns.

“Hi, Valarie!” Came a cheerful voice. Sweetheart walked over to them and giggled at seeing the two girls at her party. The human part of her mind, still ticking away, although enjoying itself more and more, noted they were not invited.

“I do believe you two have some splainin’ to do!” she said with a smile.

“So we crashed. The joint could use a little class.” Cynthia said eying the clowny oufit her host was wearing.

“And food. There is nothing to eat here. Why throw a party if you aren’t going to lay out the spread.” Valarie snorted.

“Yeah, we are hungry, and you ain’t got nothing. Do you want us to starve” Cynthia said with a snide smile on her face.

“Of course not. We wouldn’t want that.  Fudgicle!” she said. A very fat clown with a brown and pink afro came over. She was wearing a cute one piece bathing suit and large flip flops on her huge fat feet, but the two girls weren’t really paying much attention to that as much as they were her weight.

“Dear, could you take Cynthia here to the kitchen and see if we can find any food in the fridge.”

“Certainly, Sweetheart!” giggled Fudgicle. She took Cynthia by the arm and began to drag her into the house.

“Now, I’ll help you. You look like you could use something sweet. Candy, perhaps.”

“I don’t want candy.” Valerie said with a grunt of fustration.

“Are you sure?” Sweetheart said as she took out her pouch of dust and sprinkled some on Valerie’s head.

She went to protest whatever it was this strange woman was doing, but suddenly felt her mind go fuzzy for a second. Candy, yeah, that would taste really good. Candy would be a great treat.

“So, you want some candy?’ Sweetheart giggled knowing.
She sprinkled the dust on her head again, and watched as the girl’s desire for sweets began to grow stronger. Her hair turned pink, the color spreading from the roots out and flowing down her long locks.

“Oh, yes.’ She said, almost drooling.”I want candy. I love candy!”

“And you want to share that candy with everyone right?” Sweetheart asked as the long pink hair the girl had began to shoot upwards poofing up into a huge afro style hair cut. The party crashing girl was lost in a wave of feelings as the clown spread another handful of magic dust over her, covering her whole body, which then began to change drastically. Her height dropped dramatically, leaving her at about three feet tall. Her feet started to grow larger, engulfing her flip flops as they swelled to four times their original size. Her skin took on a pink tone, a bit lighter than the pink of her poofy hair, which was staring to look odd, like it was spun rather than stylied.

“Yes I’ll share my candy with everyone!” She said cheerfully as the magical feelings went right to her head, which was something that Sweetheart was taking a lot of joy in watching happen to many of her guests, but this one was bringing a very specific kind of smile to her face. She watched as the girl’s nose rounded into a red ball and her lips got thicker and wider, curling into a smile. She licked the thick lips on her face, thinking about the sweet candy she was going to get her hands on soon.

Her butt and boobs began to expand which looked funny as they prodded at her loose fitting clothing now hanging off her short body. At first Sweetheart could barely see what was happening, but she helped the small clown to be out of her shirt to see large breasts, double d cups at least, bobbing about on her chest. Her butt had grown proportionately giving her a very firm bubble butt that also wobbled as she moved.

She looked silly without clothes, like a weird parody of a curvy woman shrunk down to a short height. Sweetheart bend over and held out her hand, a large pink candy sat in the center.

“This is your candy. It will help you share too after you eat it.” she said.

The short clown swiped the candy from Sweetheart’s hand so fast she almost didn’t see it happen. The clown giggled to herself as she popped the treat into her mouth. She then froze in place as tingles flowed through her. She began to drop in height again, this time, she was actually shrinking in size all over. Two things that didn’t shrink as rapidly as the rest of her were her feet and head, giving her a look of a bobble head toy, similar to the DJ only much closer to the size of the toy than the short man spinning tunes.

Sweetheart sprinkled her dust on the girl’s clothing which floated in the air, shrunk and twisted, and flowed onto the still frozen little clown’s body, looking like a cute bathing suit that showed off her huge boobs and butt well. The clown remained still as Sweetheart picked her up by the waist and brought her over to the table where the odd punch bowl sat.
“You can still move, but you won’t be able to get off this table.” she said as she sat the girl down. “You are Candy, our lovely candy dispenser. Your huge hair is made of cotton candy and will grow back when some is taken off. Try it.”

The clown wiggled as she was able to move again. She let out a chuckle as she reached up and grabbed some of her hair and it ripped right off in her hand. She ate it and smiled. Delicious cotton candy like she had loved as a child, well, her memory of being a clown child anyway.

“Its so good!” she said with a cute high pitched voice. “I taste great!”

The patch she had ripped out puffed up and filled in, leaving a round ball of cotton candy ready for the masses.

“Be sure to advertise yourself. You wanted to be at the party, so make yourself useful!” Sweetheart said.

“You got it, everybody is gonna love my candy!” Candy the Clown said as she waddled over next to the punch bowl.

“Hiya, I’m Candy!”

The bowl made a sound, but with it’s mouth full of punch, it was hard to understand, but Candy smiled and waited for the first person to come over and taste her candy hair.

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Fudgicle led Cynthia into the kitchen of her house and sat her down at the kitchen table.

“You hungry darling?” she asked as she looked the girl over.

“Well yeah, what kind of party doesn’t have food. I mean, really.” Cynthia said crossing her arms.

Fudgicle spun around on the spot and when she faced Cynthia again she had a pie in her hand, a traditional cream pie that clowns used as a prop.

“Have some pie!” She said with a giggle as she lobbed it at Cynthia’s face. It hit against her with a loud splatter of cream all over her and the surrounding area. She ripped the tin off her face and scowled at the girl.

“Hey, what the hell is the big id...ea…” she said as she suddenly realized how good the cream tasted. She licked her lips and her eyes lit up with joy. “Mmm, this is actually really good.”
She then did something she didn’t know she was capable, mostly because it was beyond the realm of things human girls usually did. Her tongue stretched out of her mouth and worked it’s way around her entire face to clear off the cream.

“Woah! That was nuts!” she said as she gulped down the cream. “I didn’t know a person could do that.”

“Well, it’s magic!” Fudgicle said. “It can make people do all sorts of things.” she added. She noticed that Cynthia’s skin had turned as white as the cream filling of the pie.

“Oh. That’s cool!” she said. She was really kind of turned on by the idea of magical things.

“Here’s anothe trick I think will impress you.” the clown said as she pulled out a pie, this one with a crust instead of a tin. She then smirked and shouted. “Open Wide!”

Cynthia did as she was instructed and opened her mouth wide as the clown hurled the pie like a frisbee. Like before, something totally strange occured where her mouth stretched out wide and long and opened wider than any human’s could naturally do and she swallowed the pie in one gulp as it flew into her mouth.

She let out a tiny burp as her mouth began to pull back to normal, only...it wasn’t going all the way back. It was still rather wide and curling into a smile.

“Do that again!” she said as she grinned, her teeth now perfectly straight and gleaming white. Fudgicle shared the grin and pulled out another pie, this one with a chocolate cream. She tossed it straight up in the air, and then stepped back. Cynthia then dashed across the floor as fast as she could and looked up. Her mouth stretched wide again and swallowed it in one go. She licked her lips with the extended tongue again, and looked at the clown before her when she felt a gurgle in her stomach.

She looked down to watch her cute jean shorts being pushed out by her belly and her black top riding up on what was quickly expanding into a buddah belly, and then with a burst of the buttons on the shorts, the belly flopped out and downward into a big old gut.

“What the…” she said in mild confusion rather than any sort of annoyance. Her butt then began to push out in a similar fashion, filling the back of her jeans until they began to split at the seams. She giggled as the jeans burst off, leaving her in her panties which now looked as if they were painted on and they were straining before the growth stopped. Her thighs filled up quickly to match her new larger posterior and her calves and ankles thickened up. From the belly down she was very fat now.

“Needed more room for more pies!” Fudgicle said.
Something in Cynthia wanted to say how stupid that was, but she was actually quite turned on by it and nodded. “Yeah, more pies would be lovely. I am soooo hungry!” she said.

Fudgicle turned away for a moment then popped back around to present a tray of mini pies all with various sorts of filling.

“Take your pick.” she said to the hungry fat girl before her. Cynthia grabbed one of the pies with a red filling and shoved it in her mouth, chewing briefly before gulping it down. She pondered the flavor, which had strong cherry overtones as the tip of her nose slowly inflated into a ping pong sized ball, as red as the filling had been. Her lips also changed to match the color as she eyed the other pies on the tray.

She grabbed a pie with an odd purple filling mixed in with the white cream she had become so fond of and gobbled it down. Her hair began pull itself up into beehive shape that was a mixture of a white color swirled with stripes of purple while purple freckles appeared on the girl’s cheeks.

“These are so good, thank you for lettin me eat them” she said as she took one that looked like a regular cream pie with a selection of sprinkles on to. She leaned her head back and her mouth stretched open and she dropped it in, tin and all. She looked at the clown and then let out a burp and caught the empty tin in her hand as it flew out of her mouth.

“Nice trick!” Fudgicle said with a nod and glanced down at what she knew would be the next part of this girl’s absent minded transformation. Her feet began to swell and get larger. Her sneakers were clearly getting tight, so Fudgicle helped her remove them just as they blew up to three times their original size. She wiggled her toes.

“I can’t see past my belly, but my feet just got real big. Is that magic too?” she said.

“Sure is. They are adorable at that size, I must say.”

“Can magic make me bigger for more room for pie?” she asked.

Fudgical looked as if Christmas had come early. She took the last remaining pie and sprinkled some dust on it and watched as it grew larger and larger until it was at least double the size of a normal pie.

“Dig in.” she said as she watched Cynthia take it and throw it up in the air herself. She caught it again, perfecting her trick as her mouth widned (and this time it stayed fairly wide, giving her smile an almost otherworldly quality)

As soon as she did, she let out a massive burp and the tin flew out. She caught it and placed it on the nearby table and let out another belch. With it, her entire body began to inflate with fat. Her face went first. It had been untouched by the first gain she had gone through but now she had three chins and huge puffy cheeks that made her eyes squint perpetually. Her neck thickened and her chest, while not gaining any real cup size improvement became thicker and flabbier, her C cup boobs drooping a bit. Her shirt tore at the growth and the fabrics floated down to the ground to join her shorts. Her belly surged forward and folded on itself, giving the apperance of an upper and lower belly. Her butt bloated out even moreso and grew soft and dimpled, riddled with cellulite. Her panties blew off in the swelling madness and she felt the fat shift downward. Her thighs went from thick to tree trunks and she felt her ankles growing fat enough to droop over her feet. She now weighed upwards to 600 pounds, her entire body, now naked, wiggling as she let out one last burp.

“Woah, that was some magic. I’m freaking huge!” she said with a mad smile that suggested she was in love with her new form. Fudgicle half expected an “okay now make me normal again.” but that thought hadn’t occured to Cynthia. She was happy as a clam as a fat clown who could do strange things with her mouth.

“Well, I am glad to hear that.” she said. “Now them, Creamsicle.” she added, giving the girl a new name that suck instantly. “Could you be a dear and get your swimsuit on and help your older sister get these pies out to the crowd...before you eat them all!”

Creamsicle giggled as memories flooded in. She forgot being a stuck up snob of a girl and remembered being a sweet sister to the fat fudge loving clown. The two wanted to start a clown bakery, but were trying to raise the money.

“Yes, Sis!” She said as she took the suit that appeared on the table and stretched it over her fat body quickly. “Let’s feed those people!”

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Out at the snack table, a bored looking guy had stopped and noticed the clown with a head of cotton candy. He took a bite of the sweet stuff and let out a girlish sounding giggle as his hair grew longer and turned pink as the candy he ate. That was it for changes though as he walked away. A well dressed girl dancing to the beat of the music swung by and saw the hair and took a piece for herself. As she ate she continued to dance and her bare feet began to swell larger and larger, which she didn’t notice. Another girl had and she walked over.

“Woah, that was weird.” she said.

“What was?” asked the clown with candy on it’s head.

“You can talk?!” the girl gasped.

“And walk!” the clown said as she moved closer. “I am here to share my candy! Want some?!”
“But it changed that girl. Gave her huge feet!” she said pointing in the direction of the dancing girl.

“Ah yes, it randomly gives you features of a silly clown if you eat it. It’s fun!” Candy said.

“I...oh what the hell.” the girl said, curiosity getting the better of herself as she grabbed not one but two handfuls of the sweet fluff.

The first bite was intense and sugar rushed through the girl’s system. She shook her head as her vision went blurry.

“What is your name?” Candy asked.

“Farah.” She said as the world looked like it was getting larger around her, but oddly her height hadn’t shifted. She looked in a nearby window and in the reflection she saw that her head had shrunk down to the size of a baseball roughly, but her ears had not. Her body remained the same.

“Woah! Tiny Head!” she said, her voice comically high pitched. “This is kind of cool!” she added as she felt the small head, and chuckled at her ears being so large compared. She looked down at the other piece of candy she had pulled and then smiled and popped it into her mouth.

Her breasts burst out of her bra and shirt, swelling larger and larger from big to large to huge to downright cartoonish. She couldn’t even think of what cup size they were.

“My Boobies!” She squeaked. “Haha, I called them boobies and I meant to call them...boobies. Oh my I can’t even say regular old...boobies. oh screw it!” she laughed. She took another piece from Candy’s head and felt things shift in both her arms and legs. Her legs shortened a bit while her arms lengthened, while her hands got larger as did her feet. When the changes were done, she felt more comfortable standing with her fists on the ground, almost like a gorilla.

“This is crazy! I feel great. I’ll be back a bit later, I want to give this a try!” she said as she walked away in her new stance, her breasts wobbling about.

“Come back any time!” Candy giggled.