THE BIG TOP
Chapter One: Welcome To The Big Top
By HUGO PROSPERIO

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“Come on!” said Sera Isles. She was a fiery redhead who was standing before two of her best friends. She put her hands on her wide hips and stared at the girl across from her, a girl with long brown hair that hung to the small of her back. “Jenn, you know this is long overdue, let's go out and have some FUN!”

Jenn Cummings simply sighed. “Going to a club isn’t my thing.” she said. ‘You know that. You’ve always known that.”

The other girl smirked. “But you would be the envy of all the girls there, the guys would swoon over your good looks and your hot bod.” she said, bumping hips with Jenn.

“Stop it, Felicia.” she said to the girl whose daffodil colored hair swung around as she laughed at her stuck up friend.

“Look, Felicia and I are going out for a hot date, and you can stay home and mope or you can come along.” Sera said. “But I think it would do you a world of good to get out and have a good old fashioned night on the town.”

She shook her head and sighed loudly. “Alright. I’ll go, but I am not schlepping around trying to find a man. I don’t need to do that right now. It’s all too fresh.” she said.

“Fair enough, but let’s go. I need me a drink.” Felicia Harken said with a big grin.

“Same.” said Sera, and that was that. They were off to the club.

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The club seemed new. It’s opening had not been advertised well, but they were always up for trying something different, Sera thought as she approached it. She had read about the club online.

“Why aren’t we just going to Kitty’s like we always do?” Felicia said with a disappointed grimace. “This looks like a fetish bar for weirdos.” she noted.

“I read some good reviews, and apparently the drinks are sweet and potent and that’s what I am all about, girlfriends.” Sera said.

They walked through the door and ran across the typical bouncer you’d find at a bar, except nothing about him was typical, to be quite honest. For one he was about three feet tall. He looked normally proportioned though, not usually like the little people the three girls were used to seeing. He was, however, very fat. His belly hung out of his work shirt, and he didn't seem to care about it (or even know that it was unsightly for others to look at.) Another odd thing about him was that he was done up like a circus clown. Big red nose, red hair that was curled up into two arches, like a Dick Tracy villain gone wrong and pale white skin all over, even on his belly. He looked up at the women and smiled, big teeth filling his mouth.

“Howdy, ladies. Welcome to the Big Top. Let me see your identification to make sure you are all legal and ready to party, and we’ll get you in!” he said.

They all handed him their IDs, and Jenn and Felicia both took theirs back once he inspected them, and quietly shuffled away. Sera, on the other hand, was fascinated and highly amused.”

“Thanks for helping us, little man.” she said.

“You are welcome, tall lady.” he said with a bit of annoyance in his voice.

“Guess this place is short-staffed.” she joked.

“Miss, I appreciate your amusement, I am a clown after all, but just head on inside, and leave me be. I don’t appreciate the humor you are laying down.” he noted.

“Rude little fella, alrighty then, I’ll be on my way” she said before patting him on the head.

“Carry on, little lady.” he grimaced. “Or your visit might be what is short.”

She chortled and met up with the other two, both of whom looked rather shocked at her jokes and especially her touching of his head.

“Sera!” Jenn said. “Why were you such an ass to him? He could kick us out.”

“Come on, he just can’t take a joke.” she groaned. “Stop being like him and lighten the fuck up.”

“Why do you always do this when we go out?” Felicia said. “I want a good time, not to be seen as the friend of a super bitch.” she exclaimed with a frown.

“Fine. be that way. Go sulk. I am gonna have one of those tasty drinks they advertised, and you all can go screw for all I care.” she said as she made her way towards the bar at the back that lined the entire back of the room.

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“First customers boss. Good bunch too. Especially the red-head. She deserves it. Bitch was rude as hell about my height.” the bouncer said into a large phone.

“Thank you, Red. I’ll see to it then, but please watch your language while on the floor. I run a classy establishment, and I put up with your antics because you are quite a hard worker but I don’t need you making my guests uncomfortable.” said the voice on the phone.

“Fine, but teach that one a lesson for me please.” Red said.

THe voice was the owner of the club, a clown named Punch. He smirked and hung up the phone and adjusted his purple bowler hat before calling down to the bar.

“Give this customer a treatment for Red, if you don’t mind. Probably the can of Red’s soda might do the trick mixed with whatever she orders.”

The bartender, a clown woman disguised as a human woman nodded as she listened. “Already on it, boss. I have just the stuff for her.”

Sera approached and sat at the bar and nodded. “Well at least one person here looks normal.”

“I try. Name’s Frannie, and I’ll be your barkeep for tonight, can I get you a drink?” the bartender asked.

“Of course? Anything you recommend?”

“Well, we got a house favorite that I think you might like, a drink that is a true winner. Red over there swears by it.” she said pointing to the bouncer who gave a fake friendly wave.

“If short stuff there loves it, then I will give it a try.” she said with a smirk. Frannie nodded and it was all she needed to hear as she began to mix several things together, finishing off with a red can of soda that she cracked open and topped the drink off with once she placed it in a curvy tall glass.

“Drink up, get down.” she said with a smile as the woman took the beverage and began to enjoy it. It was sweet and sugary and had a cola hint to it that she really enjoyed. She did not expect what came next though. After several gulps of the beverage, she let out several loud burps, and as she did, her body began to reduce in height, lurching down towards the barstool she sat on, her dress for the evening, a stunning black little number, began to billow away from her, drowning her in fabric as she enjoyed her drink.

Her heels dropped to the floor with a clatter and her hands gripped onto the now much larger drink vessel tightly as she finished the last drop, her height finishing it’s downward spiral at about two and a half feet tall, just a head shorter than Red himself.
Interestingly, her body had a dramatic change thanks to the height loss. Her body didn’t lose any of it’s weight or mass in this dramatic shift, so it was re-arranging itself on her body in a delightfully ironic way. The once thin and prissy woman was now short, and rather pudgy. Her belly hung low and her ass was thick and wobbly, providing a bit of a shelf. She looked up at the bartender and gasped, but the booze had already made it’s way to her head.

“Wha happened?” she muttered drunkenly, more drunk than she would have ever imagined to be from one simple cocktail.

“I saw the way you were treating my friend over there and decided that you needed to try being his size on for...well...size, so I gave you Red’s Whopper. It’s named after him because it’s what created him when the boss man was first looking for a fun little bouncer. Now you can join him in that fun, and I think that it will surprise you. Doesn’t. That. Sound. Fun?” she asked very pointedly, knowing the words were echoing in Sera’s head.

“Well, I am not short and pudgy, I’m a pretty girl.” she said with a dumb giggle.

“Well, from where I am standing, you look pretty darn short and pudgy to me, but I will tell you what...you spend the night as this new thang...get to know Red and help him out, your drinks will be on the house and I’ll even turn you back to your pretty old self if you really want to go back to that.” she said.

“Wowzer, that’s a big deal. Free drinks? I am in!” she said as she hopped off the stool, and with a wave of the bartender's hands, she noticed her outfit had changed. It was a tight shirt that hugged her now big saggy boobs tightly, and showed off her belly, just like reds. Her skin was starting to turn white like his, but the changes were slowly kicking off. Her legs were clad in fishnet stockings and what had been heels were now boots, and several cartoonish tattoos worked their way onto her legs, and even her belly. She looked like the girlfriend of a biker bar bouncer, and she felt so strange, and yet somewhat sexy. She sauntered over to Red and smiled.

“Hiya there, hot stuff. I am here to help you for some free drinks.” she said, her mind not really figuring out how drastic this was.

“I know! Let’s put you to work, darling.” he said with a slap of her big ass which made her laugh, and a small part of her mind drifted away with that laughter.

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“Perfect start, but she’ll need more work.” Punch said to Frannie with a smirk on his face as he trailed a finger across the bar, checking it’s cleanliness. She nodded. “Now for those two at the table. Should I help?” she asked.

“Well, let’s see what I can whip up, and I have a feeling our guests are only just going to start arriving for the night, so this place may become quite busy.” He noted as he walked towards the other two girls.

“Welcome to the Big Top, ladies.” he said with a smile. “How can I be of service to you this fine evening!”


TO BE CONTINUED
(Chapter Two is now available on Patreon! www.patreon.com/transformansio…)