Looner’s Party Service: The Mayhem Society

A Tale from Clowntopia by Hugo Prosperio 

Inspired by Novadahedehog 

Part Three: Of Shoes, Suggestions, and Shrinky Dipping

(First Published on Patreon - October of 2020)

Looner smiled as he stood in his little staged area in the center of the room. He glanced back at his DJ whose ears were now massive and sticking out of the sides of the headphones he had been given, and he knew it wasn’t long before the second organizer would be totally transformed and the party would be his to control, not that he wasn’t essentially in control now. He listened to the crowd as they mumbled and mingled, all now curious about what could do to them, how long term a commitment these changes were, and all sorts of other funny little human questions he enjoyed listening to.



“Wow, your magic sure is something strange” said one of the party-goers, a young man with a sly grin on his face. “Never seen anything like it, and I've been coming to these things for years!”

“So you are a member of the society then” Looner stated as he approached the man, getting an idea. He gave the guy a look over, always enjoying a view of his human experiments. The man was average height and well built if a little on the skinny side.



“So this collection thing, you just shrink people?” he said. “Name’s Barry, by the way”



“Yes, but I also collect items too, Barry! All clowns need costume pieces and props.” He mused.

“Sort of like you turning the organizer into confetti?” He said with a chuckle. He had never been fond of Susan, so it was an amusing thing to witness



“Exactly. I can transform people into almost anything I need.” he stated as he walked behind the man with his handy pouch at the ready, sprinkling the dust on his head, just a tiny bit.



“Say, you know I’m in need of something for my collection.” he said as he circled back in front of the man.



“Me? No, I don’t think I am up for that” he said. Looner watched as the glittery dust started to glow, indicating its magic was active.

“Are you sure? It’ll be the best thing you’ve ever done here in the society. So thrilling, so exciting” the clown teased.



“Uh, I dunno.”



“Tell me, what do you think of shoes?” asked the clown. “Aren’t they great?”



“Um, well...yeah” he said. He hadn’t thought much about them other than needing to wear them, but suddenly his mind was thinking about how cool they were.



“And feet? You love feet too, don’t you Barry?” Looner asked with an innocent look at the glowing human



“Oh yeah” he said with a smirk. Never in his life had he cared about feet until that moment, and the very suggestion was turning him on. Feet were amazing. He loved em’ more than Quentin Tarantino, he thought.

“So, like, I am gonna suggest a wild thing, and you tell me how you feel.” The clown continued. “How about we get you close to MY feet by turning you INTO shoes.”



“Woah, that’s crazy.” Barry said.



“You know I can do it! And you would love it, wouldn’t you?”



“I mean, that’s a big change.” He stated, but he was clearly pondering it.



Looner reached into his overalls and squinted as he looked for something, then smiled when he pulled out a flask that said “Shoe Formula #45”



“Look, here you go, take this. If you decide that you want to be my shoes, you drink that flask, and we’ll get you situated on these fat feet of mine. Until then, enjoy the party!” he said handing him the flask, then patting him on the back with one last bit of dust for good measure. “Think it over, be shoe...I mean, be sure” he chuckled.



He watched Barry walk away, looking at the flask with curiosity and doubt, but he knew it wouldn’t be long.

Meanwhile, a young woman with a slender build and short black hair cut wandered over toward the table with refreshments, and her eye was taken by the tiny little pool that Looner had set up. As she glared at the oddity, Looner came from behind and startled her.



“Whoops. Hello there, just saw you staring at the pool,” he said.



“Oh yeah.” she said turning around. Looner saw she was wearing a black t-shirt that hugged her lithe form a bit, while jean shorts and flats were the rest of her outfit.



“A guest of one of the members, I take it.” He said. She nodded and he smiled. “Well, nice to meet you, um…”



“Verity.” she said. “I know, it’s weird.”



“My name is Looner, can’t get much weirder than that! Anyway, You interested in the pool?”



“Well, it’s very small.” she noted.



“How astute of an observation, Verity! It’s because it’s for a new idea I had. I won’t lie, I really like small things, so I created this pool for folks to have a pool party in the middle of another party, all by the magic of shrinking! I call it Shrinky Dipping!” he said proudly.



“Shrinky Dipping?” She said with a curl of a grin forming. “Really?”



“Absolutely. You simply shrink down and enjoy yourself in the pool without worry about bothering the rest of the party, and there is no need to take up so much space with the pool! Want to give it a try?”



“Well it’s not very popular.” she noted.



“Not yet! You could start a trend, dear.” The clown stated with a wink.



“Okay. Sure. How do I do it?” she asked.



“Simple.” he handed her a plastic magic wand with a cartoon clown face instead of a star at the end. “Tap your head with this and say “I wanna go Shrinky Dipping”

She chuckled. “This whole thing, it’s crazy, but I kind of love it. What the hell. I wanna go Shrinky Dipping” she said as she touched it to her head...and in a poof of pink and purple smoke she vanished.



Looner watched as the wand clattered to the ground and her clothing collected in a heap on the party ground, a sight he had been dying to see again as he looked down and saw a figure climbing out. There, about four inches tall was Verity, struggling to get out of her panties, but then she looked up at the clown.



“Jesus!” she said.



“Nope. Looner! But you look great” he said as he picked her up with his fingers, gingerly bringing her up to the tabletop and setting her down with a touch of his finger to her head, which sent tingles all through her. Her body lurched down a bit again, not really getting any smaller, but compressing, her skinny form thickening up as her thighs and ass blew outwards, a small belly forming on her as her chest began to bloom into spherical orbs that sat on her chest like they were fake (and yet that couldn’t be further from the truth.) Her nipples began to puff up than round out into red rubber-looking orbs, shining in the light of the room like little sequins.

Her black hair began to turn daffodil yellow and sprout out into curled ringlets that bounced on her head. Her head also seemed to have gotten a bit bigger sitting on a skinny rubbery neck, bobbing about as her face shifted, nose growing into a larger version of the orbs adorning her nipples, while her lips inflated and teeth shifted and grew out into large chompers. Her skin was pale white all over now, with red around the eyes and lips,



As her hands began to shift and get larger, fingers merging together, she felt her body and looked up at the clown grinning at her.



“Wath ith thith about?” she asked.



“Well, Shrinky Dipping is strictly a clown pastime, so I figured I’d make sure you could enjoy it. He giggled as her feet finished her transformation, sliding forward as they got bigger and wider to match her goofy stance.



He then picked her up once more, gently placing her into the water. “Enjoy your time. I’ll leave the wand here, just instruct people to take a seat on the edge of the table before asking to join, so they don’t have to climb up here.” He giggled.



She nodded and splashed around in the water. It felt great. Maybe this was a good plan after all, she thought. Enjoy the magic, indeed. She kicked her legs out and shouted. “I love Shrikthy Dippithing!’

On the floor of the party, Barry was standing in the corner, pondering what Looner had offered him, and over the course of a few minutes, he had thought heavily about it. The dust on his head had stopped glowing and it had completed its task, and now the man was totally obsessed with the idea of becoming a pair of shoes for the clown. He took in a deep breath and put the flask to his lips, about to sip, when he heard something.



“What the hell you got there?” said a piercingly annoying voice as he turned to look. There stood one of his fellow society members, Vicky. When they first met, he liked her and had frequently tried to ask her on dates, but she quickly made it clear she had no intention of dating him and their relationship only soured from that point. Now they were clear rivals in the club, and she was always trying to outdo him when it came to club activities.

“Just a drink. What do you care?” he added pulling the flask down.



“Holding out? Why don’t you share with the class?” she said as she snatched the flask from him before he could do anything. He went to say something, but paused, a smirk forming on his face.



“I guess I was, you know me, I’ve never been one for sharing” he chuckled. “But hey, enjoy” he said.



She grinned, unscrewing the cap to the flask. “Strange shit this, huh?” She asked. “You gonna let the clown change you?”



“Dunno.” he lied. “You?”



“Nah. But it’s fun to watch” she said before taking a swig of the flask.

“That it is.” he said with a laugh.

“Not bad. Kinda wimpy though,” she said, licking her lips. He held back a chuckle, watching her face, he knew she’d feel something soon. In his mind, it served her right for being so rude to him all these years.



“Well, I guess I shouldn’t drink all of it. Here you go” she said handing the flask back to him. As she chuckled to herself, he watched her face start to stretch outwards.



“Thanks. Glad to share” he mused as he watched her face distort, looking like an odd muzzle of sorts, until her head tilted back a bit, her mouth starting to open wide.



“What are you looking at?” She said, noting he was staring.



“Oh, nothing. Are you sure you didn’t let that clown do anything to you?” He said with a smirk.



Her head began to change shape and looked less and less human until it was clear it was a fleshy looking shoe shape. The stuff worked just like he said it would.



“Hmmm, no, I haven’t, but man…did you get a load of the guy’s feet?” She asked. Suddenly it was all she could focus on.



“Oh, I sure did. Huge aren’t they?” He replied in a teasing voice.



“Massive. Oh man,” she said with a shiver as her entire body began to shrink smaller, her outfit starting to flop to the ground in one fell swoop. Her body now looked comically squashed, her torso and legs starting to condense into each other, while her arms looked much thinner.



“I think I want a closer look, ya know,” she said.

“I don’t blame you. After all, you love feet now, right” he asked. He was sure the drink had certainly put that idea in her head.



“Oh you know I do. Especially bigguns like his” She giggled as she waddled towards the center of the room, with him following.



“You know…” he said as he tipped the bottle back, drinking some for himself. “I used to think we’d make a great couple when we first met. Of course you didn’t agree.”



She was listening, but barely as she suddenly had Looner in her sights, the last of her clothing flopping away as she moved towards him, her body even smaller, her shoe shaped head larger, which looked like shoe fabric more than skin now.



“But I think there is a better word for us.” he said as his own face began to stretch out, a sensation he was thrilled with. “A pair.” he giggled.

Looner turned to see the two walking towards him.



“I see you invited a friend to join.” the clown chuckled.



“She kind of invited herself. She stole my flask, but hey, now you’ve got two.” He said as he began to disappear into his own clothing, now gathering a bit of a crowd.



Vicky had now lost all of her body except her arms which got thinner and thinner and began to weave in and out of the new holes in her shoe body as her entire form started to throb and widen to match the size of the clown she was going to be worn by.



“Nice Feet” she said with a bit of a slur as her mouth was now entirely made of rubber.



“Thank you. I am glad you like them since you’ll be on them for a while. Is that okay?”



“Oh gosh that sounds loverly.” she giggled. Any part of her that would have objected was left behind the moment she took her sip.



Barry waddled over, sinking below Looner’s knees as his entire body was shifting. Unlike Vicky, his body had decided to fold in on itself to form the needed parts for the shoe. His face was now elongated and rubbery to form the cap of the shoe, while his butt sat up in the air, opening up to form an opening for the shoe itself as his body hollowed out and his legs vanished into the back of the shoe he was turning into. Like Vicky his skin became a fabric, the same color of purple, he noted. His arms slithered into the holes similar to hers and the shoes rested at the feet of the clown.



“How do you feel, Barry?”



“Great” squeaked a rubbery voice. “This is all I ever dreamed of.” he said. Looner chuckled, knowing the desire was only twenty minutes old at the most.



“Well, I am happy to oblige and glad we got a sweet pair. You happy, young...lady?” he said to the other shoe.



“Feet. Want on feet.” she said simply.



“MMm, Barry, you already had a foot fetish, so she’s taking that part a bit harder. Well, no matter, I’ll give her what she wants” he said sitting down and sliding her onto his right food, and then Barry onto his left. He tied the laces shut and then giggled as he stood up.



Both of them felt the pressure of his huge feet inside their new bodies and moaned, it was pure delight.

“There we go. You two are very comfortable. A perfect fit to join my other shoes. They’ll be happy with the new company” he said. He picked up the flask, stashing it back in his bag, and sprinkled some dust on their left-behind outfits, which simply vanished.

He wandered over to a group that was sitting and talking about what they had seen, and he listened in for a moment.



“It’s crazy. He just turned them into weirdos and shoved them into his pants. This is nuts, but for some reason, I am fascinated by it” said one young man with short brown hair.



“Yeah, but it’s not real,” said the girl next to him. “It’s a great illusion. Projections, smoke and mirrors”



“It seemed pretty real to me.” he replied. “But to each their own.”



Looner walked up behind the girl, a blonde girl who seemed to be quite the partygoe. Smiling he pinched some of his dust over her head, and giggled. “Well, let me make you a believer young lady.” he said. “Less hair” he whispered to her, which she barely made out, but her hair started to glow.



Her friend and the other guests sitting watched as her blonde hair began go pull upwards then suck into her scalp and a rapid rate leaving just a tuft of blond that was now turning purple as she shook her head.



“Woah, I feel strange.” she muttered. “Wait, did you do something?” She asked the clown.

“Just wanted to let you experience the magic first hand so you know how real it is.” he said, then leaned closer and whispered “conehead”, which again she didn’t really hear. He smiled as he watched her head start to pull upwards into a point, taking the colorful tuft of hair with it, leaving her with a cone head that shined bright in the lights of the room.



“Well, I just feel strange, but I don’t know about it being magic.” She said defiantly, which got a chuckle from her male friend.



“Well, then would you do me a favor then?” he asked. “Grow a bigger nose”



She laughed. “How am I supposed to…” she started to say as she went crosseyed watching her nose getting larger on her face. It swelled up into a round orb similar to Looner’s, turning a shade of red.



“You are now magically suggestable. Neat, huh?” he said. “Why don’t you try it” he said to the man sitting next to her.



“Wow, uh. Grow a bigger butt.” he said to the girl. She glanced at him, but then felt her skirt starting to get tighter as her hips and ass began to widen and expand on the seat of the chair. She put her hands on it and let out a squeak as it continued to stretch, tearing the skirt off in a blast.



“Holy moly” said the redheaded girl next to her. “Shrink your boobies!” she suggested, which got a scowl from the changing girl, who looked down to watch her prominent chest start to shrink, leaving her shirt and bra hanging loose.

“Grow big feet!” laughed another party-goer watching with glee.



“Hey, no don’t…” she started to say, but her strappy sandals were soon pressed against a growing mass of foot flesh. The straps groaned until they could hold the growing feet no longer, and they snapped, sending her toes flinging forward with a BWOOOOING sound that could be heard through the entire event hall.

“Okay I think you proved your point. It’s real.” the girl said with a heavy breath.



“You look crazy, Robin.” said the redheaded girl.



“Yes, I imagine I do, thanks for that, Kim.” she said. “Thanks for shrinking my tits. Were you just jealous, flat chest?” She said. Kim look horrified. She wasn’t flat chested, but had always been smaller than Robin and that was a point of contention. She looked down at her B cups, and then back to her “friend”

“Oh is that how you want to play it.” Kim said as she stood up and smiled. She leaned real close. “Become a guy.”



“WHAT THE…” she gasped.

“And get FAT!” Kim added with a sneer.



Robin’s body began to glow all over as it began to fill with fat all over, her already enlarged ass getting the brunt of it, as her body took on a more turgid flabby look all over. She then felt her chest shrink even more, and in her pants, she felt a shift that made her gasp, her voice dropping as she became he.



“No need to be jealous now” she said to the fat man, sitting in tight female clothing. “Why don’t you enjoy it”

The new man’s eyes widened as they glowed a bit, and he started to laugh. “This is crazy. I’m a fat dude clown. Amazing. I should never have doubted you, Mr. Looner.”



“Not a problem, but I can show you some more fun stuff too. Shrink for me.” he suggested.

“Okie Dokie” Robin said with a chuckle as he began to pull into his tattered outfit, the whole thing starting to get massive on his reducing body.



“Here I got!” he said as he began to disappear into the fabric.



“So the proof is in the powder!” Looner said, showing off his bag. Kim walked over to the now useless pile of fabric that had been Robin’s clothes and reached in, plucking out a four inch tall figure, the chubby little clown wiggling in her fingers.

“Wow you got tiny.” she said.



“Felt so good!” Robin chortled in a deep voice that still sounded rather squeaky.



Kim smirked and dropped the tiny man into her cleavage. “Now they must seem huge to you.” she laughed. The clown in her boobs merely squeaked.



“You two will make a great duo” Looner giggled as he sprinkled dust onto Kim. “I’ll make sure your boobs are the biggest.”



“Wait...what…” Kim said, while the other guests started to laugh, but kept their distance. Kim’s chest began to balloon outwards, puffing up into massive breasts in a manner of seconds, squishing the clown between pillowy mountains of flesh. A little white flag came out waving in surrender which made Looner chuckle.



The girl’s skin turned a pale color as she suddenly found herself lurching downwards in height, which compacted the weight of her body into her hips and belly, making her quite pudgy now. Her hair began to turn red and swirl up into a tall tube of tightly woven curls, while her feet started to stretch her flats to the point of tearing as they expanded and grew. She wiggled the toes and realized she was a clown now as red splashed across her smile which grew wider, and she felt a tingle on her face as eye makeup caked on thick. She blinked as her mind fogged a bit, clowny thoughts filling it up.



“Knockers and Robbo, the funniest little gang.” Looner said as he presented the girl. “Care to join the collection and make folks laugh for a living?” He said.



Kim, now Knockers, pondered. “Um. Wow, what an offer.”



“A lifetime of silliness and fun awaits. All you gotta do is ask!”



“Can we join the collection?” she said with a smile.



“Don’t have to ask twice,” Looner said with a final pinch of dust and the girl clown began to shrink, her clothing shrinking with her and changing into a cute little frilly dress that showed off her big boobs with their tiny little resident, who was now even smaller thanks to the shrinking of his hostess.



Soon, she was merely six inches tall standing on the floor looking up at the massive clown before her, who reached down and grabbed her by the waist and brought her up to his eye level.



“So cute. You two are gonna have so much fun there.” He said as he used his other hand to open his suspenders. “Bon voyage!” he giggled letting her go as she fell into the vortex of colors that transported her to the inside of his pants, the alternate world of his collected clowns.



“Who is next?” he said with a grin as they watched her vanish with a giggle and squeaky laugh.