Wigging Out
Part 1- Clowning Around
Warning: Adult Content

The little wig shop was squeezed in between a dentist and an insurance agency, in an ordinary-looking brick strip mall.  Derek looked at it dubiously, squinting as he pulled the car into a parking spot.  "Are you sure this is a good idea?  I mean, this place hardly looks bigger than a closet."

Laura pushed a few wisps of blonde hair over her shoulder and turned to him.  They had been dating for three months, but her looks still made him do a double-take.  She had blue eyes, gorgeous skin, and the most beautiful lips he had ever seen.  The weather was unseasonably warm, and she wore a low-cut shirt that exposed a generous amount of cleavage. He tried not to stare too overtly at the swell of her breasts.

"All we need is a couple of silly wigs," she said.  "Besides, the party starts in three hours.  Let's just get what we need here, go home and change."

Derek shrugged.  When Laura had first told him of her plan to dress as boy and girl clowns for Halloween, he had protested--he had been hoping to get her into something much sexier (not that he had phrased it quite that way).  He had finally gone along with it, but he considered resurrecting the argument as they got out of the car, and walked into the dimly lit store.  Overhead, a bell rang.

"Good afternoon, folks," said the store keeper, a middle-aged man with graying hair and glasses.  "Doing some last-minute Halloween shopping?"

"Yes," said Laura, as Derek let the door close behind him.  "We're looking for a couple of wigs.  Clown wigs."

"Definitely got those," said the man.  "Feel free to take a look around and try 'em on."  He gestured around the store, and Derek looked around.  Wigs on styrofoam heads filled the shelves, which lined the walls from floor to the ceiling all the way to the back of the store.  They were mostly women's wigs, but there were some men's wigs, too.  Some were brightly colored-- he saw a purple wig with pigtails, and even from here, he could see an entire section near the back devoted to rainbow-colored clown wigs.

There were afros in almost every conceivable color, realistic-looking brown and red haired wigs, and a lot of glamorous-looking wigs that looked like they had been lifted off Lady Gaga's shelf.  There were Elvis wigs, an Einstein wig that looked all white and wispy, and heavy-looking wigs that looked like George Washington might have worth them.  There were punk wigs, wigs with devil horns, with cat ears, and even mohawks, which didn't look so much like wigs as just spiky lines of hair that had been attached to bald caps.

"Wow," Laura whispered, staring at the store.  "I've never seen so many wigs in one place."

"Well, wigs are what we do, milady," said the shopkeeper with an overly-dramatic bow.  "So if you can't find it here, you probably won't be able to find anywhere else.  Be careful, though… they may look like wigs, but in reality they're a lot more than that."

"What do you mean?" asked Derek.

"Why, they're costumes!  Personalities!  Put on one, and suddenly you're no longer some regular ol' schmuck from Middle America…" he coughed, "no offense.  You're a pirate!  An Indian!  A princess!  Even…" he winked, "a clown.  These aren't just wigs, they're characters."

"I see," said Derek, then whispered to Laura, "let's get out of here.  Nutjob shopkeepers make me nervous."

"Oh," Laura elbowed him lightly in the ribs, "he's just being dramatic.  Come on."

The shopkeeper bowed as they passed.  The store was so narrow that the counter almost ran down the middle, and Derek was glad that there weren't more people inside, or it would really be cramped.  At the back of the store there was a full-length mirror, and Derek found it odd that anyone would need a full-length mirror in here, when a smaller, head-sized mirror would do just fine.

The clown wigs had a few rainbow-colored afros, as well as bright blue, red, and yellow ones.  In addition to the afros, several were straight hair, and some had pigtails, braids, and a couple seemed to mix crazy colors and sexy styles to produce wigs that were oddly seductive.  Laura picked up one of the rainbow afros, which was so big it dwarfed his head.  "Here, try this one."

"I don't know about this," he said, inspecting the wig.  The store was impressive, but it still had a dirty feel to it.  Who knew where these wigs had been.

"Just see how it looks," she said.  "We don't have much time."

He sighed, then raised it over his head and slid it on.  As he did, he felt a tingle run through his body, but it slipped on easily, and as he lifted his hands away he hardly felt like he was wearing a wig at all, except for a few strands of yellow and green hair that drifted into his vision.

He turned to Laura.  "Well?"

She gaped at him, her eyes widening, and took a step backward.  She glanced at the shopkeeper, who saw Laura's reaction and chuckled.

"What?"  Derek turned the mirror to see how he looked, and realized what Laura was staring at.  From the mirror, a clown stared at him.  Not just a guy in jeans, a t-shirt, and a clown wig, but a full-on clown: skin as white as milk, a red, bulbous nose, a big red smile painted on his face… even his hands were white.  His shirt and jeans had been replaced with a multi-colored suit.  One leg of his pants was yellow, the other red, and his shirt was a plaid patchwork of every color of the rainbow.  He even had on oversized red shoes.  "Oh my God," he whispered.  He lifted his hand, just to make sure it was really his reflection in the mirror.  The clown in the mirror lifted his hand as well.  He smiled, and the clown's smile broadened.  "It really is me."  He laughed nervously.

"I told ya," said the shopkeeper.  "These aren't wigs, they're characters."

Derek and Laura turned toward him.  "But how…?" she asked.

The shopkeeper winked.  "Magic."

"That's ridiculous," said Laura.  "Magic isn't real."

"Oh, really?" grinned the shopkeeper.  "Then how do you explain the clown standing over there?"

Laura stepped close to Derek, her sharp blue eyes studying his face, and she ran her hand along his cheek.  "It doesn't even feel like paint."

Derek raised his hand, and felt his face.  It felt no different than regular skin touching regular skin.  He turned to the mirror, and studied his face, now as white as a clown's.  His eyebrows were blue, and he had red circles on his cheek, and his red nose was round and massive.  He pulled at his nose, wincing.  "Ow!" he grimaced.

"I keep telling ya, the wig is a character.  And that character has rainbow hair, white skin and a big red nose.  It ain't face paint, and it ain't a fake nose.  That stuff's just what humans wear in order to look like a clown."  He grinned.  "You, my friend, really are a clown.  'Least, while you've got the wig on."

Derek reached up.  "You mean, I can…" he lifted off the wig.  For a moment it seemed to stick, but then it came loose, and felt his body tingle.  He looked down, and his skin color was back to normal.  "Wow… that's awesome."  He put the wig back on, and felt his body change again.  He ran his hand along his cheek, and he could even feel when he touched his big red nose, like it was really part of him.  He squeezed it again, more gently this time, and he laughed as it honked.  "That's really weird."  He rubbed his hand together, but could find no indication that they were painted… they really were as white as chalk.

He turned back to Laura, who had tentatively lifted a rainbow-colored wig with long, straight hair off its stand.  She pulled it on, and Derek watched as her body blurred and shifted, almost like a bad TV special effect.  Her skin whitened to the color of fresh snow, and her nose grew big and red, like his.  Her breasts grew, too, and her curves exaggerated, and her clothes morphed into a brightly colored red and orange miniskirt and a frilly orange, yellow and blue blouse.  Her legs were white, smooth, and long.  Derek stepped aside so she could see herself in the mirror, and she gasped.  She brushed her rainbow hair away from her eyes and ran her hand along her face, gaping.  She thrust her chest forward, realizing that her breasts had grown, then grinned as she jumped in her big clown shoes, her boobs jiggling.  Derek felt a twinge in his pants watching her.  "Wow," she whispered, then took off the wig, and Derek felt a brief pang of regret as she morphed back into her usual self.  "Can we try on some more?"

"Sure," the shopkeeper grinned.  "Help yourself.  It gets addictive after a while, seeing what you can be."

Laura walked along the shelves, looking at other wigs, and Derek took off his wig and joined her.  She stopped at a devil wig, black hair with dark red horns coming out of it, and put it on.  Her body shifted, her skin turned a perfect red, and her clothes shrunk and morphed into a skimpy black bikini.  Her lips and fingernails were black, too, and Derek watched, mouth agape, as a pointed tail grew out from the base of her spine, stopping when it was about three feet long.  She grinned wickedly, reaching up and touching her new horns, then held out her arms, admiring her long black fingernails.  She strutted back to the mirror, and grinned, wiggling her hips.  She reached behind her, grabbing her tail, then looked down at her feet.

Her long, red legs ended in black cloven hooves that at first glance looked sort of like high heels.  She walked back and forth for a moment.  "I didn't even notice that my feet were different."  She bent down, given Derek a great view of her ass and tail as she touched her new hooves.  "It feels so natural."  She laughed, spinning around on one hoof as she posed, then hugged herself, squeezing her breasts close.  "This feels amazing!"  She grinned, stroking her crayola-red skin, and Derek felt himself get hard.  "Come on, Derek," she winked at him, "now it's your turn.  I'll pick one for you if you don't."

He really wanted to buy the wig, take her out to the car and spend some "quality time" in the backseat, but there would be plenty of time for that later.  He tried on an Elvis wig, and found himself morphing into a version of Elvis from the fifties.  He didn't feel that different, except his voice deepened a bit and he found he had an inexplicable urge to swing his hips.

He put it back, and was looking around when Laura sneaked up behind him and slid a wig over his head.  Suddenly, he gasped as he found himself shrinking, the shelves rising up past him, until the shelf he had been staring at was far above him.  "What did you do?" he shouted, but realized his voice was high and squeaky.  He raised his arms and looked at his hands: they were small, almost dainty.  He looked over at the mirror and yelped in surprise.  Laura had put a pink wig on him, with curly pigtails, and he now looked like a young girl, maybe six or seven years old.  The girl in the mirror, in addition to her curly pink pigtails, wore a frilly pink and white dress, with white stockings that ended in tiny red shoes.  He looked up at Laura, who loomed over him now, and he grimaced in annoyance.

Laura grinned, sharp devil's teeth showing, and mussed his curly pink hair.  "Aww, Derek, you look so cute!"

"Very funny," said Derek, once again uncomfortably aware of the squeakiness of his own voice, and pulled on the wig.  "Ow!"  The wig hadn't come off; in fact, it had felt like regular hair.  He gave it another tug, but it wouldn't come off, and he screamed, ignoring how shrill his voice sounded, trying to pull it off.  "What happened?"

The shopkeeper looked over the counter, down at him, and chuckled.  "Only the person who put the wig on can take it off.  So your lady friend there'll have to do it."

Derek looked up at Laura, whose eyes had lit up mischievously.  "Don't even think about it!  Change me back right now!"  He stomped his foot, knowing he was being petulant but not caring.

Laura knelt so she was eye level.  "I dunno, Derek, I kind of like you like this.  Maybe just for the party.  Eh?"

Derek looked back at the mirror.  The dolled-up little girl staring at him in the mirror contained no trace of his old looks.  He truly had transformed into a six-year-old girl.  He pulled at his wig, but it was obviously his real hair.  Even his eyes had changed color, from brown to blue.  "No way," he said in his squeaky little girl's voice.  "Nobody would even recognize me.  Besides," he crossed his arms, "if you do, I'll be the worst child you've ever put up with.  I'll just throw a tantrum the whole time."  He stuck his tongue out at her.

"Oh, fine," Laura said, and lifted the wig off his head.  He felt a tingle as he grew back to his normal height, and his clothes shifted back to his usual shirt and jeans.

Laura looked up at the clock on the wall and gasped.  "We're running late.  Let's just take the clown wigs and go."  She looked down at her red skin, and rubbed her arms.  "And maybe this one too.  For later."  She grinned evilly.

She put the clown wig back on and shifted, her curves becoming more exaggerated, her skin turning white, and her nose growing red and round.  She actually looked pretty sexy.  Her blouse was low cut, and he could see the curve of her snow-white breasts.  Maybe this could be fun, after all.

"Come on and get your wig," she said as she paid the man.  Derek did so, and as he followed her out the store the shop keeper tapped him on the shoulder, whispering for a moment and then winking.  His grin grew wider as he left, and the shopkeeper smiled as the door closed behind them.

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Later than evening, Derek lay back on the couch, holding a beer in one hand, his arm wrapped around Laura with the other.  They were still both wearing their wigs, and Laura lay resting against his chest.  From where he was, he could look down and see her exaggerated cleavage, and he leaned forward, kissing the top of her head.

It had been a great party; they had won an award for the best couples costume, and everyone had marveled at how good their costumes and makeup were.  Neither he nor Laura had bothered to tell them what was really going on.  Now they nestled together, and Derek remembered what the shopkeeper had whispered to him.

"Hey," he whispered to Laura.  "Let's go upstairs.  I've got something to show you."

"Mmmm," Laura chuckled, "I bet you do."  She hadn't had as much to drink as him, but it had had more of an effect.  She rolled over, her boobs pressing against his torso, and looked up at him.  Her blue eyes seemed even brighter blue than normal, and he grinned.  "The shopkeeper told me as I was leaving that these clown characters have some…" he winked, "other features that we should try out.  Come on."

He led her up the stairs to one of the spare bedrooms.  Most of the rooms were already occupied by drunken revelers, but they found a room they could use, and slammed the door.  He immediately started kissing her, which was sort of difficult with their big red noses, and she pulled away.  "Wait a minute… can we even take these clothes off?  I mean, they're part of the costumes…"

"Sure," he said as he lifted her blouse over her head.  "See?"

Laura wasn't wearing a bra underneath; her snow-white breasts were bare, with nipples as pink as cotton candy.  Derek tossed her top to one side, then leaned forward, kissing her left breast, and pulled her into the room.  "I want you to try something.  Stick your thumb in your mouth and blow on it."

She looked at him oddly, stumbling for a moment.  "Why?"

"Just do it.  I want to see if it works."

"If what… oh, never mind," she said.  She followed his instructions, and as she did so, he heard a sound like a rubbery squeak, and Derek watched in amazement as Laura's breasts swelled, like two balloons on her chest.  He grinned, laughing, and Laura, hearing the noise, looked down.  "What the… oh my God!"

He grinned, lifting a hand and rubbing one of her boobs.  It still felt soft, but it didn't sag, and it had a bounce to it, like a balloon.  "Do it again!" he grinned.

Laura laughed, and blew again, straining, her cheeks turning red with the effort.  Derek watched in awe as her breasts swelled, slowly expanding until they were the size of volleyballs.  He noticed that her pink nipples were erect, and rubbed his thumb over one.  It bounced, like it was inflated with air.  He grinned, massaging her soft, round, massive breasts, and licked her other nipple.  Laura pushed a few strands of rainbow hair out of her face as she leaned back, letting a soft moan escape her bright red lips.  She leaned forward, tilting her head, kissing Derek as they began to make out, slowly maneuvering toward the bed, Derek still massaging her massive breasts.  He sat down on the edge, and Laura took his pants off.  His cock was hard, and he could feel it as Laura pulled on his pants.  Underwear was apparently not part of this costume, so as she pulled his pants down his legs, it sprung free, and she gasped.  "Wow… it's bright red."

He looked down.  His cock was indeed a bright red, all the way from the base to the tip.  Other than that, it didn't feel or look any different.  He tried doing the same thing Laura did to grow her breasts, wondering if it would work on him too.  It didn't.  He furrowed his brow, feeling sort of disappointed.

Laura didn't seem to mind, though, and put it between her boobs, jiggling them up and down.  Derek gasped at the sensation, and as he felt the motion of her breasts against his dick, he felt himself getting harder, his cock swelling even more than normal… then Laura stopped for a moment, and confirmed what he was feeling.  "It's growing!"

He was at least seven inches long now.  Laura grinned, and with her hand began rubbing up and down his shaft.  He watched, and could see it slowly swelling, in length and girth, and Laura giggled.  "I wonder how big it can get!"

It felt so good he didn't say anything, just sat back as she kept rubbing, his cock swelling past eight, nine, even ten inches.  He moaned softly, as finally, as his cock looked like it was almost twelve inches long, that it seemed to stop growing, like it had reached its limit.  It looked like a bright red cucumber.  She squeezed the tip between two fingers, and it gave a soft honking noise.

They laughed.  "Well, that's a nice touch," he said.  "But I think it's too big for you, honey."

"We'll just have to see," she grinned.

She took off her skirt and straddled him, slowly impaling herself, working her way down until she was sitting.  She leaned forward and Derek sat up a bit, then hugged her and pulled her down, pressing her massive breasts into his chest and laughing.  They began to rock, and as they moved toward climax, Laura made her breasts grow even bigger, so her breasts were bigger than basketballs, and her nipples were like thimbles, which he played with as she moaned softly.  Her breasts were so big and full that they were squeaking a bit as he rubbed them together, like two balloons.  Laura's bright white skin was covered with a sheen of sweat, which seemed to make her sparkle in the dim light of the room.  Her moans were loud in his ears, and Derek grunted, feeling her pussy stretched over his engorged cock, as the pleasure mounted.

Outside, another couple kissed, laughing as they made their way down the hall, looking for an empty room.  He was dressed as Superman, she was dressed as Batgirl.  They stopped outside one door, and were about to try it, but from inside they heard strange noises.  Interspersed with the grunts and moans of heavy, sweaty sex were other strange noises.  Honk-squeak-honk-squeak-honk-squeak...

The guy looked at the girl, raised an eyebrow, and they both looked at each other oddly.  "I think they need to check their bed springs," she whispered.  They laughed, making their way to another room, as inside, Derek and Laura moaned as orgasms washed over them, Derek trying to hold her close despite her massive breasts, and Laura grinning as she collapsed, tired, her beach-ball sized breasts squeaking as she tried to lay on them.

Beneath her mounds of flesh, Derek grinned.  The night was just beginning.