The Big Top
Chapter 4: Hitting the Dance Floor
from the Patreon archives of Hugo Prosperio (2018)
---

The girl who had sat next to Bigsby had now joined the table, her head having grown back to normal size. Eager to try his suggestion of becoming a guy to rid herself of man problems, she tried on Bigsby’s hat at his insistence. She was now undergoing a similar transformation to that of Jimmy, who was staring at Bigsby with admiration and a bit of lust if he was being honest. The young woman found her body growing less curvy and feminine, and she was looking a bit more like Bigsby than Jimmy, with her stomach pool-ing out into a gut that hung out from underneath her cute crop top.

“Well this is a good look for you.” Bigsby said as he patted her belly and watched her eyes widen as she felt her groin twist and grow, changing shape into a male sex rather than what she had been used to all her life. In that moment, a massive rush of testosterone filled the now male body and changes began to happen rapidly. Anything soft or girly about it changed in an instant, body hair filling in all over. Her once pretty face was now quite square and manly, losing all of its softness in the transformation.

“Wow. This feels so dope.” the new man muttered as he felt up his delightfully obese form.

“I agree.” Bigsby said, smacking a kiss on the man’s cheek. The kiss radiated through the new male, and he felt so good. He giggled and kissed the man back, their lips connecting and then pulled away giggling. “Oooooh Bigsby, you cheeky devil.”

A young woman in a tight red dress had seen most of what just occurred and couldn’t really believe it, and against smarter judgement she approached the table. “That...thing was a girl just like..two minutes ago. What the hell happened?” she said. Bigsby looked away from his latest work to take her in. She was curvy and the dress showed that, and she had hair a dark shade of red that was most certainly store bought.

“You are correct. HE was a she, but now I’ve taken care of that. She was having guy troubles, and there is no better way to fix that then becoming one. You interested?” he asked the woman.

“What? Me become a guy? Are you crazy?” she said as she ran her hands down her curves. “I love myself just the way I am.”

“Are you quite sure about that?” He said with a smile

“Pretty sure, my dude.” she said.

“How can you be sure if you don’t try something different?” he said. “I’d be happy to show you what it’s like to give you something to compare to.”

She laughed. It was hard to believe he could even do what he said, but she had just watched it work before her eyes. She gulped.

“So I let you do what you did to him to me and then you turn me back.”

“If you want to be turned back, absolutely.” he smirked. “Might just be too much of a good thing.”

She went to walk away, but curiosity was still getting the better of her.


“You’ll turn me back.”

“Like I said, if you want it, sure.” he said. He got out of the booth, sliding past the new male who had slid a hand down to explore his new manhood, a look of shock on his face.

“Okay. Fine.” she said. “I’ll give it a go, my dude. Do your worst.”

He smirked as he approached her and reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out what looked like a flask. He undid the cap and sniffed it, smiling. “Drink this. It should do the trick.” he said.

She took it and also sniffed it, her eyes opening wide. It was quite strong, she noted.

“A swig should do the trick. A dab’ll do ya, you know.” he said.

She nodded and took a large sip of the booze. It tasted as rough as it smelled and she winced as she swallowed it down, then looked at the clown. “Now what?” she said.

She didn’t have to wait long for the answer as her body felt so very strange. She watched as the entire club, and the clown before her began to grow larger in appearance. Her once skin tight dress was no longer as tight on her and she looked at it as it began to grow loose around her. She marveled at the changes and how they made her feel. It was a fascinating sensation.

“I am shrinking.” she muttered. She was now less than three feet tall, and it was wild.

“Very astute” he said. “I am impressed at how fast that worked.”

“Woah.” was all she could find herself saying as she looked at the flask and she giggled as she took another swig. The clown smirked. He would have warned her against it, but it was too late.

This time the effect was even faster as she felt her body begin to fill up with something. At first it felt like air or gas, then she looked down and realized it was fat. Just pounds and pounds of corpulent fat. Her butt exploded backwards as her stomach moved forwards, and she sat there, trying to keep balance as she grew larger, yet still was still shrunk down. It made her look a lot wider than she probably was.

“Holy shit.” she said as she looked down at her flabby body as it slipped entirely out of her dress. She stepped forward, almost tipping over as she slid out of her heels. When her feet hit the floor, they began to spread out, inflating in size and width. She laughed at the tickling sensation.

“You look great, but it’s just starting.” he said as she started to giggle loudly, her voice going from it’s cute higher register to a much lower one as an adam’s apple formed in her throat. She gasped and then let out a low chuckle. “Woah.”  

Bigsby watched glee as the girl’s eyes widened as she felt an intense sensation in her crotch. It felt like it was inflating like a balloon and turning inside out and a few seconds later, a tiny pop could be heard as the short fat girl was no longer a girl at all, but rather a man. This change, like the previous male, rushed in other changes. Her chest flattened, still flabby from weight, but no longer from breasts. His hair began to suck up into his head, changing from it’s dyed color to a natural green, forming a small tuft on the top of his head and one on each side.

“I’m a guy now.” he mumbled. “Incredible. I think this deserves another drink.”

“Are you sure you think that’s a good idea?” Bigsby giggled. It was no question as the short flabby man chugged down the rest of the flask in one gulp. His whole body compressed again, making his massive weight look even more impressive as he shot down to less than a foot tall, the clown transforming him now towering over him. His skin rapidly turned white and his scalp tingled as his whole head throbbed and grew upward into an egg shape. This change, combined with all the booze he had consumed really made him dizzy and he started to drunkenly giggle as his lips turned red and makeup appeared in place of his formerly well trimmed eyebrows and over his eyelids, a shade of blue.

“How’s that for a change, MY DUDE.” Bigsby said to the miniature fat man.

He chortled and looked up at Bigsby. “Wow. This is super fun.”

“I told you. You sure you want to go back?”

“Well…” he said with a hiccup and a pause.

“I understand. Far too drunk to make such a big choice. I understand and it would be irresponsible for me to force that on you.”

“But…” he said with another hiccup.

“No buts, Boozy. You come up here.” he said picking the small clown up and placing him on the table. “Join the party, new buddy.”

The other two formerly female clowns clapped. “Well done, Bigsby” said Jimmy.

“You think he’ll want to go back?”

“I think he’ll be too drunk to make that call for a long, long time.” Bigsby said with a smirk, picking up his flask and the discarded red dress, throwing it in a nearby bin. “And by that point...it will be much too late.” he added to himself with a grin.

~o~

If one were to look around the club, they would see humans and clowns mingling, some not aware of the others, some starting to see what was happening and unable to explain it, trying to blame their drinks perhaps. Still many new guests were arriving, giving ample chance for new magic to occur.

Bethany Mendes was sitting down at a small table to the side of the dance floor looking quite upset. “Of course. I feel like garbage.” she muttered to herself. She had come to the club to enjoy herself, but the moment she walked in, her self-esteem took a nosedive. She had massive anxiety about going out to places like this, and especially since she had come alone. “What am I even doing here” she added.

“That is a good question, dear, but one I feel on you can answer.” said a voice from above. She looked up at the voice and saw the disco ball that was spinning around. It was clearly a person dressed a disco ball, but she was so oddly shaped and very bizarre looking.

“Sorry?”

“You asked what you are doing here. People come to this club to discover new sides to themselves, so what are you trying to discover?” the disco ball girl asked.

“I am here by myself because I am looking for friends. Don’t have many.” she said, a desire to be honest filling her up as the lights of the club reflected off her new acquaintance and hit her.

“That’s a shame. You look like a friendly person. Hold on, I think we can help.” she said, followed by a sharp whistle. “Punch! Got one for you.”

A handsome man dressed as a clown walked over to the girl and smiled. “Thanks for the heads up, Dizzy!” he said. “Hey there, young lady. Welcome to the Big Top. What can we do to turn that frown upside down.”

“Well, I don’t think you can do much to help me in that regard.” she admitted. “I am just lonely and don’t have many friends. I figured maybe a night out might cheer me up, but this was not the best idea.”

“Oh on the contrary I think this is the best place to be. We can help find your place. You can make friends here, and I think...I think I know just the thing.” He said.

He pulled out a pair of red heels from seemingly nowhere. They were glittery like a sexy version of the ruby red slippers from Wizard of Oz. “Slide these on and I think we can start to see a new you.”

“Shoes.” she said. “I am not the typical girl. Shoes don’t really do anything for me one way or the other.” she said.

“I am not suggesting they do, but these shoes, well they will do wonders for you, I promise.”

“You really don’t have to go to the trouble…” she started to speak

“No trouble at all. Have a seat and I’ll help slip them on.” he said.

She was defeated. He was insistent, and if it made him go away and leave her be, well, whatever. She would allow it.

He smiled and removed her simple flats from her feet, and placed the heels on, strapping them around her ankle with a delicate sensibility. They felt cold at first, but then they were warm, very warm, and they felt like they were massaging her feet, a slight bit of movement.

“See, don’t they feel great already?” said Punch as he stood up and watched them start to glow. She looked down and saw the glow as well and quickly snapped her eyes to the clown.

“What is this? LEDs?” she said.

“Nope. Even Better. Real Magic.” he replied with glee.

She felt the massaging get stronger, which made her stand upright, wobbling a bit on her heels to get a new sense of balance. She then looked down at the shoes again, and was surprised when her chest was in her way, a problem she hadn’t really much experience with. She gasped when she realized it was because her breasts were now a few cup sizes bigger, and looking very pale.

“What the f…”

“Fun, my dear. Is that the word you were looking for?” he teased

“What is going on here, clown?” she demanded.

“Well, the honest truth is I am transforming your body to make you a better dancer, a magical clown girl who is happy to be here and will make many friends. Now you are changing to fit the shoes. I think it will be an improvement.”

“Excuse me, what?” she said with a gasp.

“Hey I am just being honest.” he said as her hips began to expand, stretching out her outfit, which was also shimmering in the light, an odd glow forming around it. It was changing the same as she was, going from a simple evening dress she picked up on sale to something far more elegant, and much more clown-like, a frilly dress that had a massive hoop skirt that flowed and swished like a princess or a flamenco dancer’s might. It was bright red, and had white polka dots all over, the entire surface covered in sequins giving it a shiny look that would catch the light and the eyes of many.

“I look like Minnie freaking Mouse!” she shouted, her voice going up in pitch. “And I sound like her too, christ.”

“Well, I think you look much hotter than a cartoon mouse.” Punch interjected.

She didn’t even know how to respond to that. She simply looked down at herself as the changes continued. Her skin was turning white, like the clown she was talking with, and she felt her nose tingling and expanding into her view as a round ball of red shiny material.

“Oh gosh.” she said softly. She was starting to feel so good all over, a sensual sensation that really made her feel sexy, a feeling she so rarely felt. She felt her hands reaching up for the nose on her face, grabbing it, something she hadn’t meant to do, but it was like she wasn’t in control of her limbs. “Shit, this feels amazing.” she muttered.

“I know, and you only need to embrace that feeling... we can make you the sexiest dancer on the floor, if you want.” Punch said with a sincerity that he rarely used with his guests.

“I dunno, this is all so…” she started.

“Sudden?” he asked.

“Strange.” she corrected. “This doesn’t just happen?”

“It can here. This place is magic. Your first conversation was with a living disco ball, I think that says a lot.” he stated with an amused smile. She returned it.

“I suppose you are right. Woah. It’s warm in here.” she noticed.

“Yeah, but when you start dancing, it will feel right as rain.”
The clown DJ smiled and nodded and began to play a song that was sure to get the girl out on the dance floor, and it did. She stood up and sauntered out, her newly widened hips swaying to the thick beat. As she began to move her feet, it was clear the heels had grown and her feet had grown with them, looking much larger and perfect for the sexy clown she was becoming.


“This feels amazing.” she said. “I never thought I’d enjoy dancing this much!” she said.

“Just let it take over.” Punch whispered to her. He moved over the DJ booth and hit a few switches, so some lights that were on the ceiling hit the disco ball and aimed right at the dancing girl in the amazing red dress. Speaking of red, her plain hair began to take on a sheen of fire engine red as the lights bounced off it. It was growing longer and bigger, like it were styled with several cans of hairspray. She closed her eyes and let the music guide her, and soon she was looking to be the prettiest girl on the dance floor as her face became more clown like, with a wide red grin, blue circles around her eyes, her already large red nose swelling up a bit more.

Punch smiled and let her dance. She’d become a fixture on the dance floor, he was sure as he patted the DJ on the back and let out a loud chuckle. “Perfect”

~o~

Elsewhere in the club Benjamin Harper was just arriving. He was a handsome young man who was eager to get his dance moves going to possibly attract a cute girl. He sauntered up to the bar, where a cute girl dressed as a clown was cleaning the counter.

“Evening!” he said.

She rolled her eyes a bit. The last encounter with a man at the bar hadn’t been her most pleasant part of the evening, and she was not looking forward to another ego filled, horny man looking to hit on her to get free drinks or something like that.

“Hi.” she said simply, going about her business. “Can I get you a drink?”

“Oh yeah, anything you recommend”

“It’s all good, man.” she sighed. She frowned, but then turned to the man sitting at the bar. “But you know, I think I have something you might just enjoy” she added, a smile creeping across her face.

“Hit me with it!” he said with a grin to match hers.

On the dancefloor, Punch smiled as he walked around, enjoying the new clowns who had joined them that evening. The massively overweight girl that had used his transforming booth was having a blast dancing with her newly found clown friend, and he grinned as he watched a couple that had had a few drinks from the bar starting to show signs of transforming. He glanced over to the table where Bigsby was sitting, his little harem of women-turned-men enjoying the dancing of the small, drunk clown dancing on top of the table, almost falling off frequently.

He then turned to the door where his bouncer and his new assistant were making out, not paying much attention to anything. He then looked over to the bar, where the bartender was watching with rapt attention as her current customer was changing before her eyes.

“Hows that drink treating you, sweetie?” She asked with a toothy smile. The man could barely respond, as the drink had been much stronger than anything he had ever had before. He also looked remarkably different. He had gotten shorter and thinner, looking a bit small in the outfit that Frannie had considered “douchey” when he walked up. His hair was now much longer, and turning a green color, his skin a pale color like many of the clowns around, and his nose looked swollen and red, like he had a major cold. His hips were stretching and growing as he sat on the stool, his butt inflating, while his chest was also starting to puff up and grow larger, less firm and more round.

“Left you speechless. That’s probably for the best.” Frannie said with a chuckle. The man’s shoes fell off and hit the ground, and his feet were both smaller, and yet larger, pale with a reddish tint to the toenails. His fingers had gained a similar sheen on the nails, and it was clear that he wouldn’t be a “he” for much longer.

“Wha…” the man said, but stopped, closing his mouth as his lips inflated into a thick red bubbly pout with the corners stretching into a grin.

“You see, something was missing from my little corner of this establishment. I need an assistant, someone who can help me serve the customers, but someone with a bit more...flair. I’m pretty plain jane, but you...you will be sexy, and the boys and even some girls will all adore you.” she said.

The man felt his groin tingling, and with a sucking sensation, he was now officially a she, and with this, a drunken giggle. Frannie had already begun taking a magic wand she kept behind the bar and aimed it at the man’s various articles of ill fitting clothing, and watched as they shrunk to fit (or in some places grew) with his shirt becoming a sparkly top that clung to wiggly breasts, his pants becoming a tight sequined mini skirt that showed off a large behind, and the shoes on the floor floated up to the large and wide feet forming into plastic heels. She looked like a clown stripper almost.

“Looks like you need to start training so she can get to work.” Punch said with a grin.

Over at the entrance, Spice, the short-stacked big footed bouncer broke away from a kiss with her new boyfriend, the main bouncer of the club. She giggled and looked at the newest entrant to the club. She was a pretty redhead, standing tall over the short couple. He checked her ID and waved her in, and as she entered, she stopped to look at Spice.

“You are both so little.” she mused.

“Yep. Part of the gig.” Spice said with a smile. “You are a pretty gal. Welcome to the Big Top. We got all sorts of fun here.”

“Oh is that so?” said the girl.

“What’s yer name?” asked Spice.

“Betty.” the girl said.

“You seem to enjoy the look we sportin” she said.

“It’s cute. I didn’t expect this club to employ little people.” she said.

“Well, we aren’t your ordinary little people. Here, let me show ya.” she said as she took out a tube of lipstick and applied it to her thick lips, and beckoned the girl closer. Betty bent over, leaning close to the woman. Spice quickly popped up on her tiptoes and planted a big kiss on the woman’s lips, which surprised her.

“Sorry. I’m a big fan of smack-a-roonies” she giggled.

Betty smiled awkwardly, but then suddenly she felt the whole world shift. Her blue shirt and skirt combo was now sitting on the floor, much too large for her, because she was only two feet tall, a bit shorter than Red and Spice. She looked down at her naked body and gasped when she saw that she was now rather chunky looking. Thick thighs, wide hips, a bulging belly, all products of her compression. Her breasts were also looking quite large, and gravity was having it’s way with them.

“What...what happened?” She said.

“Well, I figured you’d get a real kick outta being like us.” she said. “Now come with me. We gots to get you dressed for the occasion” she said patting the girl on her enlarged butt and taking her off to a back room of the club.

Punch smiled as he watched both the new bartender and the new friend of the bouncer.  This was the best job ever, he thought.