It didn’t take long for the weirdly shaped girl named Farah to return to the table with the little candy clown.

“Oh man, this is so exhilarating, I never even dreamed I could feel this way. My boobies…” she said, giggling at her inability to call them anything but boobies “they feel so great just flopping around, up and down.”

“I pride myself on satisfied customers” Candy said. Since her transformation into a diminutive candy dispenser, her mind had shifted dramatically. To her memory she had always been a short clown, even after growing up. At the age of 20 she went to work for a candy maker who asked if she would mind undergoing magical modification to help him sell his wares. She agreed and was changed into her current form, small, cute and perfectly able to dispense candy. She had been sold after a few years to Sweetheart who was very rich for a clown and wanted to have a constant source of candy for her guests. Candy liked her new owner, and was happy to please her and her party guests.

Farah took her oversized hands and grabbed two more tufts of candy. “This is so much fun, I can’t wait to see what changes next” she squeaked.

The candy entered her mouth, the sugar rush returned, and she felt tingles forming in her butt. Her bathing suit bottom burst off as the butt expanded into a much larger and shapelier rear end. “Oh man, I got a booty! Is this like my boobies where I can’t say booty...booty! ah, this is so neat, changing my body and my mind!” She giggled, the sugar high rushing through her.

More candy was eaten, and this time her tiny head began to throb upwards, forming into an egg shape, leaving some of her hair at the base in a circular ring, while the rest formed into a fluffy tuft at the top of the dome. She shook her head as the changes subsided and she felt the long but tiny egg that was her head and giggled.

“This is such a rush, I feel like, so strange!” she said as her large ears wiggled. She reached up and yanked another tuft of hair off the small clown, who was grinning wider than ever.

Once the candy was eaten, Farah felt odd all over. Her legs and arms began to get extremely muscled, going from soft and toned to rippling with flesh. She flexed her arm as best as her new posture would allow and gasped. Then another burst of sugar hit her unexpectedly. Her skin went entirely pink, except white around her eyes and mouth. Her lips thickened into a plump smile and a blue nose popped out, inflating from the tip of her old human nose.

She looked down at her new nose and noticed her skin change and then let out a deep chortle as her voice shifted, getting thick and husky.

“Well, hehe, I do believe I am a clown all over. I, hyuck, thought you said it only changed me bit by bit!”

“Well, you ate a lot of my hair. That much sugar can do odd things. You look good though. Best go find a clown who can help you cover up that big ol’ bum of yours.” Candy said.

Farah, or as she would now prefer to be called Pinhead Gargantua, smiled and mounded away as her memories re-wrote. She was a clown who inherited her odd stance and muscles from her father and her small and pointy head from her mother. She loved the odd shape she had and flaunted it as often as she could. It made for a very silly life, one she loved.

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From inside her box, watching on her enchanted screens, Dora marveled at the changes that were occurring. Her attention had turned from Pinhead to a young man who had confronted Sweetheart about the weirdness going on, and received a puff of her magic dust for his troubles. The pink mist swirled around him and when it dissipated, there stood a very curvy clown girl in a one piece red and white striped bathing suit. She had lovely white skin and red lips, nose and flowing pink hair.  She held up a pink flotation device and a whistle was hanging around her neck. Of course when she blew into it after seeing Bubble do a triple somersault off the edge of the pool and splash some other girls swimming.

“Watch it, Bubble Boy! Play by the rules or you are out!” She shouted. She placed her hands on her very wide hips and stared into the pool as the bubble blowing clown looked sorry for what he had done and carried on swimming. She sat down in her chair and watched to make sure no more trouble would be had at the pool.

“Thanks for the help, darling.” Sweetheart said as she patted the lifeguard clown on the back. She simply nodded. “Just doing my job.”

The former man was not the only one taking notice of the strangeness abounding at this party, as the next door neighbor was getting tired of the loud music. Like the neighbors on the other side who had also become sick of the noise of the party, he called the police, and was told they would be investigating.

Officer Jane Carro was not pleased to have to be the one investigating. She always got the noise ordinance complaints and always had to be the party pooper who knocked on the door and told people to stop having fun. “Why can’t I get the downtown detail. At least there is stuff to do on that beat.” she said to herself, wondering why she had become a police officer in the first place.

She sighed when she pulled up, but could already hear an odd mixture of techno and calliope music. “I guess I won’t even need to go inside, seems all the fun is in the back.” she said as she got out of her car and locked the door. She adjusted her uniform and made sure to look presentable as she made her way to the back yard.

After meeting the first few guests, who seemed disinterested in her, she found her way to where the person responsible for the music was. A short odd looking man with a huge head that she surmised was some sort of mask until it looked at her and asked her how she was doing.

Noddy smiled at the nice lady in the police get up. “What can I do for you, dear?”

“The music is too loud, sir. The neighbors are complaining.” she said.

Noddy looked confused. “Oh my. That’s a problem. I can’t turn this down, not now! The party is just getting good!”
Before Jane could say anything, a voice perked up from behind her.

“Is something wrong?” asked Sweetheart.

“Well, I am asking the DJ to turn the music down.” Jane said.

“Well, this is my party and he is playing at the volume I instructed him to. He needs to keep the party grooving, you see.” the clown girl said to

“We’ve had a few complaints about the noise level bothering others in the neighborhood. I don’t want to have to stop this party, so it would just be easier to lower the volume and I can be on my way.”

“No can do, Occifer!” she said, giggling at her silly pronunciation.

“Look, you can either turn the music down, or the party is over.” Jane said glaring at the clown girl before her.

“What a Debbie Downer you are.” Sweetheart said.

“Please don’t make me out to be the bad guy. I am just doing my job. Music or the Party. Make your choice.” Jane said, reaching for her cuffs. If she had to restrain this silly girl with an odd fetish for makeup, she would.

“Just doing your job, eh?” Sweetheart said. “Well, what if your job was more fun?”

She reached into her pouch and pulled out what looked like a plastic toy fairy wand that a child might swing around while playing dress up. Jane almost flinched and went for her gun, but when she saw the toy, she laughed.

“Are you for real, lady.” the police officer asked as she lowered her hands.

“Oh for really real!” Sweetheart giggled as she tapped Jane on the head. At first Jane was furious and was about to shout at her for assaulting a officer of the law, but then she felt an odd tingle and compression. She shook her head and watched as the entire world began to grow larger around her, including the clown girl.

“Wha…” she said as her uniform began to grow larger on her, sliding off in most places. Soon she was naked standing in a large pile of clothing that was only getting larger. The strange compression stopped and she looked up to see a giant smiling face.

“Perfect size to get started!” giggled the clown. Jane looked at herself and realized that the world hadn’t gotten bigger, she had gotten smaller and she started to shriek. She had to be about two feet tall, if that. She felt the clown pick her up by the waist and she screamed even louder.

“Now who is making all the noise?” Sweetheart asked with a smile as she brought the girl closer to her face and took the tiny cop’s face and brought it to her lips. She pressed her large lips against Jane’s smaller ones and then began to blow. At first nothing happened, but Janes lips opened and let in the air from the clown and tingles flowed through her. Her belly started to expand from the air filling her. Rounder and rounder it grew until it started stretching other parts, like her lower body and her abdomen. She wanted to rip away, but she also was starting to feel good inflating with the hot breath of the clown girl who had shrunk her. The air had also started to leak into her head, and while it wasn’t inflating, her mind was getting dazed and the slight enjoyment of her inflation became pure pleasure. She was so thrilled to be getting round like a ball, and wanted more.

Soon her entire body was spherical except for her legs, arms, and head. When this point was reached, Sweetheart stopped blowing and brought the girl over to a nearby table. She set the girl down and took out the wand, holding it as she looked at the now ball like person sitting on the table. The inflation had removed a lot of things about her, smoothing her out. Her boobs had flattened against her chest, and now looked drawn on, and she didn’t even have a butt any more, at least not one that could be perceived.

“How do you feel now?” Sweetheart asked.

Jane thought about this. “I feel real funny. Like something is super silly and weird and stuff, but I dunno what.” she said giggling. She felt so light headed. “I sure did like your kiss. Can I have another.”

Sweetheart looked pleased as punch and picked up the roly-poly lady and put her lips to the girl again and blew in a second time. Jane giggled to herself as she felt her feet begin to inflate larger and larger. Soon they were larger than Sweethearts, despite their difference in height. Then her body began to expand, not just getting rounder but larger. Now she was at least three feet tall. Sweetheart stopped and set her down again.

“My, this is all so strange. I should be all freaking out and stuff, shouldn’t I?” she asked. “My toesies are so big now” she said wiggling them as she looked down past her round belly. “Oh dear, I am so silly looking” she said as she felt the clown’s wand tap her again, this time causing her arms and legs to retract into her round body partially. They were still there, but now much shorter, giving her a much sillier look.
“Well, my dear, I figured I’d help you see how much fun this party is and then you can help us keep the fun going!” Sweetheart said.

“Oh. Okie Dokie!” Jane giggled. It felt so good being round and strange looking and she didn’t mind not having to be a fuddy-duddy fun ruiner.

Sweetheart tapped the wand on the girl’s head and watched her brown hair swirl up into a thick beehive hairstyle turning a light blue. She took the wand and tapped it on her police cap which shrank down to a tiny size. She picked it up and placed it atop the beehive and smiled. The girl’s skin turned a shade of pink that was close to that of bubblegum and her lips got wider and curled into a red smile. Unlike the other clowns around her nose didn’t turn into a red ball, but instead got larger on her face, still looking like a nose while turning red.

Circles dotted her face and her eyebrows went up into high arches looking surprised and her clowny look was done. Jane now looked nothing like her old self and she was quite thrilled with the prospect of being different and silly.

A wave of the wand caused her old uniform to float into the air and shrink and reform. It then flew and hit Jane like she were a magnet. Moments later she was dressed in a silly clown police uniform. Her feet remained bare, because Sweetheart thought it was very silly for a police officer not to wear shoes, fitting for this new lady.

“Now Koppy, here are your police things to help you make sure folks are having as much fun as possible.” she said handing her a tiny squirt gun, a tiny inflatable baton, and cartoonish handcuffs that anyone could escape from. The clown put them on her belt and looked up.

“I’ll do my duty. Hehe, doody.” she giggled as the last remnants of Jane the police officer vanished. Sweetheart set her down on the floor and she waddled off to patrol the party.

“Wonderful.” she thought with a giggle.

She looked over and saw a girl she barely knew but had invited to be nice finishing a transformation into a curvy clown girl wearing a very revealing dress, and it made her smile that he party was changing lives for the better, or at least she thought so. She then noticed one of the male guests of the party doing everything he could to sneak a peak at the new clown’s colorful panties.

“Hmmph” She said as she walked over. “Excuse me, but why are trying to look at that lady bum?”

He didn’t even look up at Sweetheart “because it’s cute, that’s...why.” he said as he finally turned his attention to the clown mistress of ceremonies.

“Uh. Hi.” he said.

“Hi yourself. I can tolerate a lot of strange things, but being a creeper is just not cool, mister.”

“Why do you care. I just like a lady with a nice...butt” he said as a wand came crashing down on his head. He shuddered as he felt tingles all over. His waist began to shrink rapidly, becoming waifish-ly thin, almost to the point of being unreal.

“Whaaaat...what is happening.” he stammered as his butt began to grow, making his jeans grow tighter. His hips were also getting wider. His hands scrambled for his belt to release the pressure of his changing body.

“You said you like a lady with a nice butt, so why not be one?” She said with a smirk and a giggle. His changes were picking up speed as his hair grew out longer and turned bright pink, while his skin turned a lighter shade of pink. White formed around his lips and eyes as his face softened and changed, and the tip of his nose inflated into a marble sized round red ball.

“Noooo what...how are you...how is this?” he shouted, unable to form the words to demand answers.

“Magic. I know, that sounds silly, and yeah, it is.” she giggled as she noticed him wince. “Ooh, a girl for real now.” she added with glee.

“Oh no.” the new girl said. Her mind felt hazy as she felt the changes happening. She looked down to her shoes, which were tight. She kicked them off and watched as her feet grew larger and wider like many of the clowns who wandering around.

“There, there. It’s okay, Booty. You have a wonderfully cute butt. I know that you love to show it off.”

The girl giggled as the clown tore off her old male clothes, leaving her in pink boxers with hearts printed on them, as well as a pink bra holding a hefty chest that had somehow grown in without her noticing. The clown provided her with a very short skirt that showed off her large rump as well as a tight mid-riff revealing top that also showed ample cleavage. The pervy little man was now a hot little clown, and she felt great.

“I hope the boys like my undies today” she said with a smile.

“I am sure they will, darling.” Sweetheart said as she watched Booty try to show off her goods.

“That worked out well.” she noted.

Meanwhile, over at the punchbowl, a girl named Amy was drinking a large glass of the punch. She had tried a sip and was intrigued. “Oooh, kind of like a banana taste”

She downed the glass and poured herself another, not noticing her skin taking on a yellow tone, or that her body was getting taller and skinnier.

The third glass was just as good as the first two, and her changes were picking up rapidly. Her chest had deflated into itself, leaving her flat as a board, not even nipples remained and her legs began to shrink while her torso retained much her newfound height. After a final glass her arms shrunk in up to the elbows.

“Perhaps I had too much.” she said as she felt strange. Her body was now curving forward while her head had been absorbed into her body, her face shifting to her torso area. It felt so strange, but she didn’t quite understand what was going on. The only feature on her face to still stick out was her nose which turned red and became round. She felt her lips curl into a smile, and it felt right. Her hair, remaining a soft brown color, twisted up into a hard stem, and then her whole body began to shrink in spurts.

When she finished she was less than a foot tall and she looked at the world around her, the party now looking so gigantic. “Ooops. Something happened. What did I do?”

“You joined the fruit brigade!” said a voice from behind her. “Welcome Banana! We are having so much fun, you should join us now that you are a fruit clown.”

“OH is that what happened? Was it the punch? I knew I drank too much.” she said, mostly unfazed.

“Nah. Can never have too much of a good thing.” the blueberry said.

The two of them joined the cherry girl under the table, ready to continue their own private party. Sweetheart had noticed them and peered under to see and marveled. “Oh my what a wonderful trio.” she mused. “Good job, Punch Bowl.” she said. The plastic bowl couldn’t do much, but she was thankful for the appreciation from her clown boss.