Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 31, 2010 23:36:30 GMT -4
Clowntopia: Wacky Weed
(This story contains large amounts of clown tf, weight gain, butt expansion, size change, IQ and Personality Change, and of lots of drug use, albiet used for comedic effect. Please enjoy)
Molly was by all accounts a stoner. Ask any of her friends, and they'd tell you that she loved one thing, and that was being high, and the higher the better. She was always buzzed from something, usually her favorite, good old fashioned weed, and this day was no different. She walked down the street in a casual outfit, made of baggy sweatpants and a loose fitting t-shirt that read "Gives no Fuck" on it with a picture of a punk rock girl holding up her middle finger. The shit hung loose over her small breasts. She had never been overly developed in the chest region, and as such, never saw much reason to waste money on a bra. Her sweats were, as mentioned, baggy, but not quite baggy enough to hide a decent sized butt on her, but one would not be able to tell she had neglected to wear panties. On her feet she wore an old pair of green flip-flop sandals, showing off her toenails, which were painted with a purple color, although they hadn't been painted in a good long while. The sandals made loud smacking noises as she walked down the sidewalk of her small town
Running a hand through her unkempt short brown hair, she sighed. Her buzz was wearing off, and she desperately needed a new high.
"Fuck." She mumbled to herself as she reached into a pocket on her sweats and pulled out her cellphone. She dialed a number and sighed loudly as it dialed. Soon, someone picked up and she quickly jumped to speak.
"Hey Steph…It's Molly. I'm good…Look, you got any stash you can sell me?" she quickly said, only to hear the voice on the other end answer in the negative, causing her face to drop in disappointment…but then the voice spoke again.
"Oh, you do? Where can I find this place? Chuckles Joke Shop? Are you serious, that old place? I thought it was abandoned." She said as she listened to her friend go on.
"But they got stuff for me? Whatever, as long as it's good, I'll get some. Want me to pick up some for you? No? Well, suit yourself. Me, I am gonna get high as FUCK tonight, and I don't care who knows it. Catch you later, dude" she added as she hung up.
She turned a corner on the street and took the secluded alley to where she knew the Joke Shop was located, and the sounds of her sandals echoed through the alley. Soon she arrived at the door of the shop and shrugged. "Doesn't seem like a drug dealer's hangout to me…but oh well."
She opened the door and was greeted with a loud honk of a horn. She jumped a bit, and looked up to see the horn that had made the noise. 'Most places have bells' She thought to herself as she looked over at the counter, and was surprised to see a happy chipper girl…who just so happened to be dressed like a clown. She had bright yellow hair and sported a huge chest that was barely contained by the top she was wearing.
"Hi!" she giggled. "How can I help you, today?"
"Uh.." Molly said staring. "Heh, wow, you take the joke thing seriously."
"Sure do. It's, like, my job!" she giggled "Name's Hooters T. Clown" she said, which caused Molly to laugh.
"Hehe, it is funny. What's your name?" she added with a chuckle as she walked out from behind the counter. She had wide hips and a large ass, Molly noted as she surveyed the girl.
"Uh, I'm Molly. Pleasure to meet you…Hooters" she said, holding in laughter.
"Well, what can I do ya for, Molly?" she asked.
"This is going to sound odd…" Molly started, but then looked at the clown again.
"Then again, it might not. A friend of mine said she heard that this might be a good place to score some good weed."
Hooters already had a painted grin on her face, but it seemed to get wider at this. "Oh, like drugs?"
"Yeah. I love me a good high, and I'm fresh out of my stash, so my friend Steph said she heard this place had some good stuff."
"Well, we are fresh out…" she said, as Molly's eyes dropped. She was so looking forward to getting high.
"Well, thanks anyway. Neat store you got here. I'll have to check back in sometime…" she said as she moved towards the door.
Hooters giggled. "…I said the store was fresh out, but I'm not. Back at my apartment…I got loads. All different kinds, too. Just waiting to be smoked." She giggled. "You are more than welcome to come with me back to my place, and have some of my stuff. My roommate won't mind a bit. Heck, she loves getting high with new friends."
Molly stopped dead in her tracks. This did sound strange, but it was an offer for not only weed, but free weed. She smiled at the clown and let out a sigh of relief.
"Really? That'd be fuckin' awesome!" Molly laughed as she almost felt the urge to hug the strange clown.
"Where do you live?" Molly asked.
"Oh, it's not far. My car is parked out back. I'll drive. " she said with a giggle to herself. She quickly walked over to the door and took out a pair of keys and locked it, and put the closed sign up. "I wanted to leave early today anyway." She smiled.
She then walked towards the back of the small store, and beckoned for Molly to follow. Molly walked towards the back of the store as well, passing the shelves of merchandise, and raising her eyebrow as she saw several of the stranger items, including a tub of goo that advertised itself as giving one larger ears in "minutes flat."
She shook her head and passed through the curtain made of colorful plastic beads. Ahead of her, Hooters was already at the back door and was using a keyring made of plastic colorful keys to unlock it. "No, that leads to the storeroom…" she said flipping back a red one "That leads to Jezzy's club…nope" she said flipping another. "Ah, here we are" she smiled as she took the purple plastic key and inserted it in the door and opened it. She walked outside, and left the door open for Molly who joined her. She then closed the door. She walked down the alley that seemed to be hidden behind the store, and there was a bright yellow VW Bug, only…it was smaller than usual…about half the size one would expect, if not smaller.
"You drive an actual clown car?" Molly said sounding very amused,
"Sure do. It's the only way to travel" Hooters laughed.
"Well, can't knock it if I haven't tried it." She said walking over, not even sure how either of them were going to fit. Hooters opened her door and slid right in, much to Molly's surprise, so she opened the passenger side door and found that getting in was far easier than she imagined. In fact, as she sat down, she noted that the car seemed full sized from the inside. Her mind tried to figure it out, but she chalked it up to the slight high she still had from the last of her stash. It would blow her mind to know that all clown cars work on the same basic principle: When any person or clown steps inside, they are shrunk to fit, and will grow back when they step out. Most people don't know that, so let's just keep that a secret, shall we?
Hooters started the car, and drove off, the car puttering like a cartoon car might. Molly was incredibly amused by all of this, and was hardly controlling her laughter, but Hooters didn't mind. Like all clowns, she loved making people laugh, and she knew that a person with Molly's particular pass time was far easier to make laugh than most people.
"So…You live nearby?" Molly asked, not really noticing how oddly shaped all the buildings were, thinking she was still in her small town, not even realizing that once she stepped through that door, she was in a world full of clowns and magic.
"Oh yeah, right up the street." She said as she pulled onto the main street of the town, and Molly finally saw all the oddly shaped houses and stores and gasped. Was this an effect of her high? She had never had such a vivid hallucination from weed before. Acid, Maybe, but she had only done that once. She shook her head and just smiled and enjoyed the ride. Soon enough they arrived at their destination.
"Here we are…" Hooters giggled as she got out. Molly did the same and felt a weird sensation rush over her as she did, but she shrugged it off as she looked around. She saw a large building in front of her that stretched to the sky, and looked as if it were made of playdoh, bright colors and all.
"Well, come on in" smiled Hooters as she opened the door to the first floor of the building. Inside, the lobby of the building, which appeared to be an apartment complex of some kind, was just as colorful as the outside as Molly's flip-flops filled the hall with a loud slapping echo.
"We'll take the elevator." She said to Molly as she walked over to the door and was greeted by the bellman, a chubby man, also dressed as a clown. Molly found this strange, but decided to keep her mouth shut. Free Weed was Free Weed she repeated in her mind.
"Welcome Home, Ms. Hooters" said the clown, who if Molly knew anything about clowns (which she didn't) she would have recognized as a Auguste style clown.
"Thank you, Bobbins" she said to him as he opened the elevator door and stepped in.
"Usual floor, I assume?" he added.
"You bet." Hooters. Bobbins, as she called him, pressed a button, and the door slid shut and the elevator took off quickly up towards their destination. With a loud honk of a horn, the doors slid open.
"13th floor…" he said with a chuckle. "Have a good evening, ladies" he added as the two girls stepped off the elevator and the doors closed.
"Bobbins is a wonderful doorman, takes care of all the wonderful people here in the building. Now…I am right over here." She said walking over to one of the three doors in the hallway. She unlocked it with one of her plastic keys and pushed it open.
Once inside, it seemed like any apartment, simplistic but colorful to match the rest of the building. Hooters giggled as she set down her purse and keys.
"Oh, Whoopie? Are you here, Whoopie?" she called out, when suddenly a husky female voice from around the corner. As Molly turned it, she saw, sitting on the large couch, a quite portly clown with a head full of curly red hair. She was wearing a large tie-dye shirt , and a pair of panties, and that was about it.
"Oh my, who is this?" said the fat clown with a grin.
"Oh, Whoopie…This is Molly. She came by the shop today looking for some weed." She said. Whoopie's eyes lit up at this.
"I told her that the store had none, but that we did, and we don't mind sharing, do we?" Hooters asked.
"Not at all. Tell me, Molly." She said as she offered Molly a place to sit down in the large arm chair next to the couch. Molly plopped down in the soft furniture and realized she felt quite at home here. "You like pot, right?"
"Love it." She said grinning.
"Good. Now, tell me this, have you ever tried…Wacky Weed?"
"Uh…I like weed." Molly reiterated.
"No, No…Wacky Weed. I know where you come from, that's a term that is used to describe everyday average pot…but here…" she started to say before Hooters shot her a glance "ehem…where we are from…Wacky Weed is a special kind of weed that comes in all kinds of varieties. Hooters, would you grab the chest"
Hooters giggled and moved over to a nearby closet and opened the door and pulled out what looked like a miniature treasure chest. She placed it on the coffee table in front of the couch and armchair.
"Now I'll warn you, this stuff has side effects." Said Whoopie.
Molly looked at her oddly. "What kind of side effects."
"Transformation into a clown, like Hooters and myself." She said with a smile. Molly looked at her for a second, and then let out a loud laugh.
"Almost had me going for a moment there. Ain't no fuckin' way weed can physically transform someone…but if it makes you feel like you are transforming, Jesus…I bet it's the best high ever."
"Oh, it's a trip!" giggled Hooters with a grin. Most humans didn't believe the power of Wacky Weed. She winked at Whoopie as she opened the chest, and inside were several baggies of the freshest smelling pot that Molly had ever smelled.
"Holy Shit, you've got thousands of dollars worth here…" she said gasping.
"Well, I've gotten a lot from friends. Now…We'll get you started on the basic stuff. Then when you get started, we can move on to the more fun ones." She giggled as she took out a little baggie and grabbed a box of rolling papers. She quickly and expertly rolled up a "blunt" as Molly might call it. She then handed it to Molly.
"Feel free to put your feet up, relax" Whoopie said as she stood up and waddled her large rear over to grab a lighter. She then came back and plopped down on the couch, her bottom making a noise like that of a loud whoopie cushion, the resounding "thbbbhhhht" made Molly laugh.
"Oh, you like my silly behind, eh?" giggled Whoopie. To herself she thought "Perhaps we'll hook you up with a silly behind of your own."
"Oh, yeah, it's something alright" she said as Whoopie handed her the lighter. She took it and as she had done many times before lit the rolled paper and inhaled. The fresh smell and taste of the weed filled her mouth as she took a deep breath, and then felt a tickle in her throat and she let out a cough, and her head went dizzy.
"Jesus…" she coughed. "Shit works fast!" she added with a laugh.
"Sure does" giggled Hooters. She sat down next to Whoopie who reached over and grabbed her chest, causing it to honk loudly. Molly, who was in the middle of taking another deep drag let out a half laugh, half cough.
"Jeeze, you two really are clowns for real…that's insane. I thought clowns wore makeup" she said as she set the blunt down on the ashtray near her, and she leaned back into the chair and put her feet up on the coffee table.
"Well, we might as well tell her" giggled Hooters.
Whoopie laughed. "We aren't from your dimension, kiddo. We are from a place called Clowntopia. In fact, you are in it…right now. The door at the back of the shop works as a portal between the worlds."
Molly burst into giggles at this. "Wow, you guys really know how to tell a tall tale!" she laughed, as a tingle began to form on the tip of her nose.
"Oh, not a story…it's real." Giggled Hooters.
"Yes indeed…and the clowns you know…well, they derive from a gentleman who discovered Clowntopia, came back to your world and emulated our ways. Eventually we found a way into your world and decided to make everyone happy!" she giggled. "You are no exception. We are so glad to help you get that high you want. The changes should start kicking in any moment" said Whoopie.
Molly smiled and then felt the tingle in her nose start to grow stronger. She scratched at it, and shrugged.
"Oh, check it out!" Whoopie said. "We got our first sign of clown!" She pulled out a small mirror and held it up to Molly who saw that the very tip of her nose was now bright red.
"Woah. It's all red…" she said, stating the obvious. She then gasped when the reflection showed that the tip of her nose was growing …inflating into a round red ball…with sound effects and everything. It sounded like the hissing of an inflating balloon.
"My Nose!" she laughed. "This. Shit. Is…Amazing! It feels so real! Holy Shit!" she said as she grabbed her blunt and took another puff in and felt her head go dizzy again. Soon her nose stopped growing, about the size of a golfball, and it was shiny. She grabbed it and noticed that it felt like it was her own nose, and she gave it a squeeze and a small squeak, like that of a dog toy, sounded off.
"It Squeaks! Haha!" she laughed. "That's insane!"
She then felt an explosion of tingles burst across her skin as she looked down at her arms and watched them turn white, snow white, in seconds. The color moved across all over her skin, up to her face, and down to her feet. She wiggled her toes in the sandals and gasped.
"I guess this stuff does make it seem like I'm turning into one of you!" she smiled. "Feels great though. I don't think I've felt like this…uh…ever" she smiled as her lips turned bright red and started to twist into a wide painted on grin.
"And it's just getting started" Hooters said as she watched Molly's short hair start to stretch and grow out of her head becoming long. Soon it was down to her shoulders. She grabbed the mirror and looked. "Haha! That's awesome. I haven't had long hair since Freshman year of High School!" she laughed, and then widened her eyes as she watched her hair turn purple in a flash. It got a bit curlier, but not too much.
"Wow!" she said astonished, noting the red smile. She felt her lips while looking in the mirror and noticed how plump they felt.
"This is…great. I almost wish these hallucinations were real…" she said.
"Oh?" Whoopie said, head tilted to the side like a dogs.
"Yeah, if I really were turning into a clown, I could stay here and smoke this all the time. It's seriously the best."
"Well, glad you enjoy it"
Molly took her blunt and inhaled another hit and coughed. She felt an incredibly urge to giggle, and so she did. She then looked at her pale hands and watched as the chipped short nails grow a bit longer and get a fresh coat of purple polish, with sparkles too.
"Oh, Pretty" she laughed.
She then noticed her hands tingling and looked at them while her middle and ring fingers began to pull together. She held up both hands and watched as those two fingers melded together into one finger, making her hands look like that of a cartoon character. She looked at her new hands and laughed.
"All clowns have three fingers instead of four?" she mused.
"No. I don't!" said Whoopie holding up her hands, showing off a full set of digits.
"But it's cute" she then added.
Molly nodded and then took a few seconds to acquaint herself with picking things up with her new hands. She then grabbed her smoldering cigarette of weed and began to take in several large drags.
"That really makes you dizzy" she said in a haze of smoke. Hooters giggled. "Sure does. That's half the fun"
Molly then felt tingles erupt in her feet and she glanced at them and watched as they began to stretch and grow larger.
"Oh, shit, I forgot clowns had big feet" she laughed as her feet continued to stretch looking hilariously comical in her now tiny flip flops. She giggled as her toes got a touch larger and got wider to accentuate their silly size.
She reached down and grabbed her flip flips and tossed them to the floor and wiggled her toes.
"Wow, this is so weird. I can't not even imagine how fucking high I am right now" She laughed as she stood up. "She walked over to the corner where the two clowns had a full length mirror. She looked at her reflection and gasped.
"It looks so real!" she laughed as she puffed on her weed. She watched colors (blue and pink) form around her eyes, and red circles formed on her cheeks. She giggled like a child at her new look.
"I am so fucking adorable" she laughed. She felt her lips, which felt even thicker and more plump.
"Come back over here. We have more stuff for you" Hooters said honking her boobs. Molly giggled and walked back over, almost tripping a few times due to her feet. She sat down in the chair and smiled.
"What else do you got?" she asked.
"Try a puff of this!" Whoopie laughed as she handed Molly a pipe full of Wacky Weed.
Molly lit the dried leaves and took in a deep breath, sucking in as much as she could. She then let out a huge cough, and smiled.
"That…is…WOAH!" she gasped when she heard her voice. It sounded like she overdosed on Helium. It was high and squeaky like a cartoon or something. "My voice. It's so weird!" she laughed.
"It's perfect" Hooters said, offering a new joint to her. Molly took it and smoked it to her heart's content.
"What's this stuff called" Molly squeaked as she puffed at it.
"Oh, we call it Dumbo" Whoopie laughed.
"Dumbo? How come? It's not gonna make me stupid, is it?" she laughed.
"Nope. That's another kind of drug. THIS why we call it Dumbo!" Whoopie smiled as she held up the hand mirror and showed Molly her reflection. Molly watched and then let out a gasp as her ears began to grow. They stretched up and out, and in seconds were triple their original size, and they stuck out comically.
"Holy Shit, Look at those things" She laughed, still in a daze. She reached up and touched them and let out a high pitched giggle with her new voice.
"God, I look so silly" she said as she began to wiggle her ears, not even realizing she was doing it.
"That's the point." Laughed Hooters.
"Make me sillier" she giggled, getting caught up in the fun of it all, still not realizing that everything that had happened had happened for real.
Whoopie giggled and grabbed a rolled blunt and handed it to Molly who took it and light it up and sucked in as much of the smoke as her lungs could take. She exhaled with a squeaky cough and smiled.
"So does that stuff have a name too?" She asked, her voice causing Hooters to chuckle.
"Sure does. We call it Short Stuff!"
"Short stuff…why is…" she said but was stopped when her entire body was overcome with tingles. She gasped as suddenly the room, and the two clowns standing next to her, grew in size rapidly. She then began to realize by her now baggy outfit that it was not the room and clowns that had grown, but her who had shrunk.
"It made me totally short!" she said…"Ooooh! Short. Stuff!" she added, now understanding the name. She then let out a squeaky laugh.
"Yep. Short stuff will take away half your height until it wears off." Hooters smiled.
"Wow, I was 5 foot 4." Molly said. "That means I'm…gosh…uh...3 foot 2" she laughed . "A total midget!" she grinned.
Hooters laughed and hugged the now short girl and lifed her up off the ground and watched as her pants fell off.
"Hey! My sweats!" she said. "Well, they don't fit anymore anyway" she laughed as Hooters giggled.
"Set her down, Hoots. She's about to grow back." Whoopie smiled.
And indeed she was, as her body started lurching up towards her original height. Soon she was back to normal (well, not quite, she was actually now five inches shorter than usual, leaving her at a petite 4 foot 9 tall) but still naked.
"That was amazing. Best Halucination I've ever had on a drug, and it was just weed. I'd be afraid to see what you have for acid!" she laughed, looking down at her huge feet, and smiling. This was fun.
"Let's get you some clothes to match your silly look" giggled Whoopie as she got up and went down the hallway.
"Having fun?" Hooters asked.
"Oh, without a doubt." Molly said. "I am so glad I wandered into your store." She smiled.
"Me too!" Hooters laughed. "You are so funny. No one has ever smoked that much Short Stuff before" she laughed as she offered another joint to Molly, who took it without hesitation, as usual. Soon she was smoking it and enjoying it's taste.
"So, what's this gonna do?" she asked as she suddenly felt her mind go cloudy.
"Oh, it does nothing of any importance, Molly" she giggled.
Molly listened and heard her name, and instantly disliked her name.
"Molly?" she giggled. "God, that name is so…boring." She said to Hooters.
"Well, how about…Bubbles!" giggled Hooters. The name swam into Molly's clouded mind, and latched on. "Molly?"
"I'm not Molly! I'm Bubbles!" she said before gasping. "My Name!" she added with a squeak. "It's Bubbles. I know it used to be Molly, but I totally feel like my name is Bubbles now" she laughed. This stuff was amazing. She knew that tomorrow was going to be a shitty day, due to the lack of this amazing assortment of fun.
Soon Whoopie came back with some underwear. "Just to get you started, Molly" she laughed, knowing that Hooters would have used the name change stuff by now.
"Bubbles" she corrected with a smile as she took the colorful stripped panties and bra. She snapped the bra on just fine, but then slid the panties on and noticed they were far too big.
"I think you overshot my ass a bit. I know it's a nice fucking ass, but it's not that big" she laughed.
"Oh really" Whoopie smiled as she handed Molly the pipe packed with a new kind of weed. "Well, I'll go take a look, and see if I got anything else" she smirked as she walked out, and "Bubbles" began to puff away at the pipe, and soon felt tingles erupt in her ass.
"Oh god" she laughed. "This is gonna be good"
She then felt her ass start to bubble out and grow larger with each passing second. She held out the panties so that her butt would grow to fit. She slapped it as it continued to grow and it jiggled around.
Soon, her ass had tripled in size, and was now even larger than Whoopie's, and Whoopie noticed when she came back out.
"Oh, guess it's a perfect fit."
"Yeah. Totally" Molly said sitting down, when her behind let out a sound like Whoopies.
"My Ass!" she giggled. "It made a funny noise."
"Yes indeed. Oooh. I brought this out for you too!" Whoopie giggled as she held up a clown dress. "Smoke this and put it on" she giggled as she handed another joint to the higher-than-a-kite "Bubbles."
She took the dress and put it on, marveling at how huge it looked on her, because of her skinny (Beside her ass) frame
"Woah, this must be for a fat clown" she giggled as she took in some of the wacky weed.
"Sure is. " laughed Hooters as she watched Molly's body begin to change. Her stomach ballooned outwards into a full on flabby gut, her chest expanded a bit, her arms got thicker, as did her thighs and legs, and her face became plump and gained a new chin. She was now very fat.
"Holy Fuck, guys…" she laughed in her pipsqueak voice. "I'm a total fucking fatty!" she said, grabbing her belly and laughing.
"That happens" Whoopie giggled. "Now then…let's have a bit more fun before you go home." She said as she offered Molly what appeared to be a tab of paper.
"Acid?" she gasped.
"Sort of…This is gonna knock your socks off" she giggled.
That was all Molly/Bubbles needed to here as she placed it on her tongue and let it dissolve.
"I feel weird" she said after it started to kick in, and her mouth started tingling like crazy. She then felt her front two teeth start to lengthen and her jaw shift a bit as it formed a slight overbite. She looked at the mirror and watched as her face changed, gaining quite a nerdy cute look with Buck Teeth.
"Oh…thhh…thhh…thhhhat ith tho thilly!" she struggled to say as she then felt her mind go tingly. Suddenly, she felt all of her knowledge draining from her brain, and it was recognizable. She felt the knowledge slipping away, and she knew what was happening.
"Hey! Is this stuff making me stupid!" she gasped.
"What was that, Bubbles?" Hooters asked.
"That thingy you put in my mouth. Is it making me a dumb dumb…" she said with a slight giggle
"Maybeeeee" Whoopie said with glee.
"Hey. Like…no fair making me dumb and stuff. I…no remember maths or stuffs." She gasped. She was truly a moron now. She had always been an A student until she became a pot head, but prided herself on not losing that knowledge, until now, as it magically drained away from her, leaving her as a giggling idiot.
"Me am a Dum Dum with a Big Bum Bum!" she sang as she danced around. Hooters and Whoopie looked at their hard work, and saw an adorable clown.
"Dum Dum with a big everything!" giggled Whoopie.
"Time to finish things up" Hooters said as she grabbed what appeared to be a small pouch from the shelf. She grabbed "Bubbles" by the hand and lead her to the nearby bedroom.
She turned Bubbles facing towards her. "Bubbles. Are you having fun with us clowns?"
"Oh, yeth" she giggled. "Thhh-at wacky weed made me sthilly and sthupid. Ith tho…sthilly!" she laughed and wiggled her toes.
"Good. Now, you think this is all just in your head, don't you, just a side effect of the drugs?" Hooters asked.
"Yeth. Thith sthuff ain't pothible" she lisped.
Hooters walked over to the closet and pulled out a pair of stockings and gave them to Molly, who sat down on the bed and started putting them on.
"Oh, but it is. It's all real. Everything that's happened? It's happened for real."
"Really? Like…I have big feet for real?" she said as she held up her feet now wrapped in the pink and white stripped socks.
"Yes. Huge Feet! and we really made you fat and a clown. Everything is real." She smiled as she gave Molly a pair of Mary Jane shoes with a huge bubble toe
The new clown giggled and grabbed the shoes. "That's awethom. I love thith" she giggled as she slipped into the new footware.
"What if I told you I could make sure you stay this way forever, and you can live here in Clowntopia with me and Whoopie?" giggled Hooters. She had intended on creating a new roommate out of Molly regardless, but to see her walk so willingly into the transformation.
"Reallly?" she gasped. "I can be a real clown like you and Miss Tooty Bum Bum" she giggled at the nickname she had created on the spot for Whoopie.
"Yes! All you gotta do is ask!" Hooters smiled.
"Oh, Pa-weeeese, Miss Hooters! Make me a sthilly clown for real?" Molly said. She was so entranced by the magic, she didn't even take a second to think about it.
Hooters smiled and pulled out the pouch
"Say goodbye to Molly!" giggled Hooters as she raised the pouch over Molly's head.
"Goodbye, Molly!" Molly giggled as she rubbed her fat tummy.
"and say hello to Bubbles The Clown!" Hooters laughed as she dumped the contents of the pouch, a fine dust, head, and a colorful cloud covered her and when the dust cleared, there stood Bubbles, dressed in the outfit, and smiling at her roommate.
"Well, that's that. Ready to go have some fun, Bubbles?"
"You Bet'h, Hoot'herths" she laughed.
Hooters brought her back out and winked at Whoopie who smiled wide.
"Oooh!" Bubbles laughed. "Short Sthuff!" she said as she picked up the blunt and lit it and smoked it quickly, laughing as she shrunk out of her dress to midget size.
"Oh, Bubbles. You are so adorable. Welcome to the family" giggled Hooters.
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From his television set, Chuckles smiled. Even on his day off, he was keeping an eye on things. He was pleased to see that his new hires had taken to their jobs so well, and had already added one more to the citizens of Clowntopia.
"Well done, girls…" he said aloud as he sipped on some Clown Cola.
"and Welcome, Bubbles!" he laughed.
This job was the best, he thought to himself.
THE END
(This story contains large amounts of clown tf, weight gain, butt expansion, size change, IQ and Personality Change, and of lots of drug use, albiet used for comedic effect. Please enjoy)
Molly was by all accounts a stoner. Ask any of her friends, and they'd tell you that she loved one thing, and that was being high, and the higher the better. She was always buzzed from something, usually her favorite, good old fashioned weed, and this day was no different. She walked down the street in a casual outfit, made of baggy sweatpants and a loose fitting t-shirt that read "Gives no Fuck" on it with a picture of a punk rock girl holding up her middle finger. The shit hung loose over her small breasts. She had never been overly developed in the chest region, and as such, never saw much reason to waste money on a bra. Her sweats were, as mentioned, baggy, but not quite baggy enough to hide a decent sized butt on her, but one would not be able to tell she had neglected to wear panties. On her feet she wore an old pair of green flip-flop sandals, showing off her toenails, which were painted with a purple color, although they hadn't been painted in a good long while. The sandals made loud smacking noises as she walked down the sidewalk of her small town
Running a hand through her unkempt short brown hair, she sighed. Her buzz was wearing off, and she desperately needed a new high.
"Fuck." She mumbled to herself as she reached into a pocket on her sweats and pulled out her cellphone. She dialed a number and sighed loudly as it dialed. Soon, someone picked up and she quickly jumped to speak.
"Hey Steph…It's Molly. I'm good…Look, you got any stash you can sell me?" she quickly said, only to hear the voice on the other end answer in the negative, causing her face to drop in disappointment…but then the voice spoke again.
"Oh, you do? Where can I find this place? Chuckles Joke Shop? Are you serious, that old place? I thought it was abandoned." She said as she listened to her friend go on.
"But they got stuff for me? Whatever, as long as it's good, I'll get some. Want me to pick up some for you? No? Well, suit yourself. Me, I am gonna get high as FUCK tonight, and I don't care who knows it. Catch you later, dude" she added as she hung up.
She turned a corner on the street and took the secluded alley to where she knew the Joke Shop was located, and the sounds of her sandals echoed through the alley. Soon she arrived at the door of the shop and shrugged. "Doesn't seem like a drug dealer's hangout to me…but oh well."
She opened the door and was greeted with a loud honk of a horn. She jumped a bit, and looked up to see the horn that had made the noise. 'Most places have bells' She thought to herself as she looked over at the counter, and was surprised to see a happy chipper girl…who just so happened to be dressed like a clown. She had bright yellow hair and sported a huge chest that was barely contained by the top she was wearing.
"Hi!" she giggled. "How can I help you, today?"
"Uh.." Molly said staring. "Heh, wow, you take the joke thing seriously."
"Sure do. It's, like, my job!" she giggled "Name's Hooters T. Clown" she said, which caused Molly to laugh.
"Hehe, it is funny. What's your name?" she added with a chuckle as she walked out from behind the counter. She had wide hips and a large ass, Molly noted as she surveyed the girl.
"Uh, I'm Molly. Pleasure to meet you…Hooters" she said, holding in laughter.
"Well, what can I do ya for, Molly?" she asked.
"This is going to sound odd…" Molly started, but then looked at the clown again.
"Then again, it might not. A friend of mine said she heard that this might be a good place to score some good weed."
Hooters already had a painted grin on her face, but it seemed to get wider at this. "Oh, like drugs?"
"Yeah. I love me a good high, and I'm fresh out of my stash, so my friend Steph said she heard this place had some good stuff."
"Well, we are fresh out…" she said, as Molly's eyes dropped. She was so looking forward to getting high.
"Well, thanks anyway. Neat store you got here. I'll have to check back in sometime…" she said as she moved towards the door.
Hooters giggled. "…I said the store was fresh out, but I'm not. Back at my apartment…I got loads. All different kinds, too. Just waiting to be smoked." She giggled. "You are more than welcome to come with me back to my place, and have some of my stuff. My roommate won't mind a bit. Heck, she loves getting high with new friends."
Molly stopped dead in her tracks. This did sound strange, but it was an offer for not only weed, but free weed. She smiled at the clown and let out a sigh of relief.
"Really? That'd be fuckin' awesome!" Molly laughed as she almost felt the urge to hug the strange clown.
"Where do you live?" Molly asked.
"Oh, it's not far. My car is parked out back. I'll drive. " she said with a giggle to herself. She quickly walked over to the door and took out a pair of keys and locked it, and put the closed sign up. "I wanted to leave early today anyway." She smiled.
She then walked towards the back of the small store, and beckoned for Molly to follow. Molly walked towards the back of the store as well, passing the shelves of merchandise, and raising her eyebrow as she saw several of the stranger items, including a tub of goo that advertised itself as giving one larger ears in "minutes flat."
She shook her head and passed through the curtain made of colorful plastic beads. Ahead of her, Hooters was already at the back door and was using a keyring made of plastic colorful keys to unlock it. "No, that leads to the storeroom…" she said flipping back a red one "That leads to Jezzy's club…nope" she said flipping another. "Ah, here we are" she smiled as she took the purple plastic key and inserted it in the door and opened it. She walked outside, and left the door open for Molly who joined her. She then closed the door. She walked down the alley that seemed to be hidden behind the store, and there was a bright yellow VW Bug, only…it was smaller than usual…about half the size one would expect, if not smaller.
"You drive an actual clown car?" Molly said sounding very amused,
"Sure do. It's the only way to travel" Hooters laughed.
"Well, can't knock it if I haven't tried it." She said walking over, not even sure how either of them were going to fit. Hooters opened her door and slid right in, much to Molly's surprise, so she opened the passenger side door and found that getting in was far easier than she imagined. In fact, as she sat down, she noted that the car seemed full sized from the inside. Her mind tried to figure it out, but she chalked it up to the slight high she still had from the last of her stash. It would blow her mind to know that all clown cars work on the same basic principle: When any person or clown steps inside, they are shrunk to fit, and will grow back when they step out. Most people don't know that, so let's just keep that a secret, shall we?
Hooters started the car, and drove off, the car puttering like a cartoon car might. Molly was incredibly amused by all of this, and was hardly controlling her laughter, but Hooters didn't mind. Like all clowns, she loved making people laugh, and she knew that a person with Molly's particular pass time was far easier to make laugh than most people.
"So…You live nearby?" Molly asked, not really noticing how oddly shaped all the buildings were, thinking she was still in her small town, not even realizing that once she stepped through that door, she was in a world full of clowns and magic.
"Oh yeah, right up the street." She said as she pulled onto the main street of the town, and Molly finally saw all the oddly shaped houses and stores and gasped. Was this an effect of her high? She had never had such a vivid hallucination from weed before. Acid, Maybe, but she had only done that once. She shook her head and just smiled and enjoyed the ride. Soon enough they arrived at their destination.
"Here we are…" Hooters giggled as she got out. Molly did the same and felt a weird sensation rush over her as she did, but she shrugged it off as she looked around. She saw a large building in front of her that stretched to the sky, and looked as if it were made of playdoh, bright colors and all.
"Well, come on in" smiled Hooters as she opened the door to the first floor of the building. Inside, the lobby of the building, which appeared to be an apartment complex of some kind, was just as colorful as the outside as Molly's flip-flops filled the hall with a loud slapping echo.
"We'll take the elevator." She said to Molly as she walked over to the door and was greeted by the bellman, a chubby man, also dressed as a clown. Molly found this strange, but decided to keep her mouth shut. Free Weed was Free Weed she repeated in her mind.
"Welcome Home, Ms. Hooters" said the clown, who if Molly knew anything about clowns (which she didn't) she would have recognized as a Auguste style clown.
"Thank you, Bobbins" she said to him as he opened the elevator door and stepped in.
"Usual floor, I assume?" he added.
"You bet." Hooters. Bobbins, as she called him, pressed a button, and the door slid shut and the elevator took off quickly up towards their destination. With a loud honk of a horn, the doors slid open.
"13th floor…" he said with a chuckle. "Have a good evening, ladies" he added as the two girls stepped off the elevator and the doors closed.
"Bobbins is a wonderful doorman, takes care of all the wonderful people here in the building. Now…I am right over here." She said walking over to one of the three doors in the hallway. She unlocked it with one of her plastic keys and pushed it open.
Once inside, it seemed like any apartment, simplistic but colorful to match the rest of the building. Hooters giggled as she set down her purse and keys.
"Oh, Whoopie? Are you here, Whoopie?" she called out, when suddenly a husky female voice from around the corner. As Molly turned it, she saw, sitting on the large couch, a quite portly clown with a head full of curly red hair. She was wearing a large tie-dye shirt , and a pair of panties, and that was about it.
"Oh my, who is this?" said the fat clown with a grin.
"Oh, Whoopie…This is Molly. She came by the shop today looking for some weed." She said. Whoopie's eyes lit up at this.
"I told her that the store had none, but that we did, and we don't mind sharing, do we?" Hooters asked.
"Not at all. Tell me, Molly." She said as she offered Molly a place to sit down in the large arm chair next to the couch. Molly plopped down in the soft furniture and realized she felt quite at home here. "You like pot, right?"
"Love it." She said grinning.
"Good. Now, tell me this, have you ever tried…Wacky Weed?"
"Uh…I like weed." Molly reiterated.
"No, No…Wacky Weed. I know where you come from, that's a term that is used to describe everyday average pot…but here…" she started to say before Hooters shot her a glance "ehem…where we are from…Wacky Weed is a special kind of weed that comes in all kinds of varieties. Hooters, would you grab the chest"
Hooters giggled and moved over to a nearby closet and opened the door and pulled out what looked like a miniature treasure chest. She placed it on the coffee table in front of the couch and armchair.
"Now I'll warn you, this stuff has side effects." Said Whoopie.
Molly looked at her oddly. "What kind of side effects."
"Transformation into a clown, like Hooters and myself." She said with a smile. Molly looked at her for a second, and then let out a loud laugh.
"Almost had me going for a moment there. Ain't no fuckin' way weed can physically transform someone…but if it makes you feel like you are transforming, Jesus…I bet it's the best high ever."
"Oh, it's a trip!" giggled Hooters with a grin. Most humans didn't believe the power of Wacky Weed. She winked at Whoopie as she opened the chest, and inside were several baggies of the freshest smelling pot that Molly had ever smelled.
"Holy Shit, you've got thousands of dollars worth here…" she said gasping.
"Well, I've gotten a lot from friends. Now…We'll get you started on the basic stuff. Then when you get started, we can move on to the more fun ones." She giggled as she took out a little baggie and grabbed a box of rolling papers. She quickly and expertly rolled up a "blunt" as Molly might call it. She then handed it to Molly.
"Feel free to put your feet up, relax" Whoopie said as she stood up and waddled her large rear over to grab a lighter. She then came back and plopped down on the couch, her bottom making a noise like that of a loud whoopie cushion, the resounding "thbbbhhhht" made Molly laugh.
"Oh, you like my silly behind, eh?" giggled Whoopie. To herself she thought "Perhaps we'll hook you up with a silly behind of your own."
"Oh, yeah, it's something alright" she said as Whoopie handed her the lighter. She took it and as she had done many times before lit the rolled paper and inhaled. The fresh smell and taste of the weed filled her mouth as she took a deep breath, and then felt a tickle in her throat and she let out a cough, and her head went dizzy.
"Jesus…" she coughed. "Shit works fast!" she added with a laugh.
"Sure does" giggled Hooters. She sat down next to Whoopie who reached over and grabbed her chest, causing it to honk loudly. Molly, who was in the middle of taking another deep drag let out a half laugh, half cough.
"Jeeze, you two really are clowns for real…that's insane. I thought clowns wore makeup" she said as she set the blunt down on the ashtray near her, and she leaned back into the chair and put her feet up on the coffee table.
"Well, we might as well tell her" giggled Hooters.
Whoopie laughed. "We aren't from your dimension, kiddo. We are from a place called Clowntopia. In fact, you are in it…right now. The door at the back of the shop works as a portal between the worlds."
Molly burst into giggles at this. "Wow, you guys really know how to tell a tall tale!" she laughed, as a tingle began to form on the tip of her nose.
"Oh, not a story…it's real." Giggled Hooters.
"Yes indeed…and the clowns you know…well, they derive from a gentleman who discovered Clowntopia, came back to your world and emulated our ways. Eventually we found a way into your world and decided to make everyone happy!" she giggled. "You are no exception. We are so glad to help you get that high you want. The changes should start kicking in any moment" said Whoopie.
Molly smiled and then felt the tingle in her nose start to grow stronger. She scratched at it, and shrugged.
"Oh, check it out!" Whoopie said. "We got our first sign of clown!" She pulled out a small mirror and held it up to Molly who saw that the very tip of her nose was now bright red.
"Woah. It's all red…" she said, stating the obvious. She then gasped when the reflection showed that the tip of her nose was growing …inflating into a round red ball…with sound effects and everything. It sounded like the hissing of an inflating balloon.
"My Nose!" she laughed. "This. Shit. Is…Amazing! It feels so real! Holy Shit!" she said as she grabbed her blunt and took another puff in and felt her head go dizzy again. Soon her nose stopped growing, about the size of a golfball, and it was shiny. She grabbed it and noticed that it felt like it was her own nose, and she gave it a squeeze and a small squeak, like that of a dog toy, sounded off.
"It Squeaks! Haha!" she laughed. "That's insane!"
She then felt an explosion of tingles burst across her skin as she looked down at her arms and watched them turn white, snow white, in seconds. The color moved across all over her skin, up to her face, and down to her feet. She wiggled her toes in the sandals and gasped.
"I guess this stuff does make it seem like I'm turning into one of you!" she smiled. "Feels great though. I don't think I've felt like this…uh…ever" she smiled as her lips turned bright red and started to twist into a wide painted on grin.
"And it's just getting started" Hooters said as she watched Molly's short hair start to stretch and grow out of her head becoming long. Soon it was down to her shoulders. She grabbed the mirror and looked. "Haha! That's awesome. I haven't had long hair since Freshman year of High School!" she laughed, and then widened her eyes as she watched her hair turn purple in a flash. It got a bit curlier, but not too much.
"Wow!" she said astonished, noting the red smile. She felt her lips while looking in the mirror and noticed how plump they felt.
"This is…great. I almost wish these hallucinations were real…" she said.
"Oh?" Whoopie said, head tilted to the side like a dogs.
"Yeah, if I really were turning into a clown, I could stay here and smoke this all the time. It's seriously the best."
"Well, glad you enjoy it"
Molly took her blunt and inhaled another hit and coughed. She felt an incredibly urge to giggle, and so she did. She then looked at her pale hands and watched as the chipped short nails grow a bit longer and get a fresh coat of purple polish, with sparkles too.
"Oh, Pretty" she laughed.
She then noticed her hands tingling and looked at them while her middle and ring fingers began to pull together. She held up both hands and watched as those two fingers melded together into one finger, making her hands look like that of a cartoon character. She looked at her new hands and laughed.
"All clowns have three fingers instead of four?" she mused.
"No. I don't!" said Whoopie holding up her hands, showing off a full set of digits.
"But it's cute" she then added.
Molly nodded and then took a few seconds to acquaint herself with picking things up with her new hands. She then grabbed her smoldering cigarette of weed and began to take in several large drags.
"That really makes you dizzy" she said in a haze of smoke. Hooters giggled. "Sure does. That's half the fun"
Molly then felt tingles erupt in her feet and she glanced at them and watched as they began to stretch and grow larger.
"Oh, shit, I forgot clowns had big feet" she laughed as her feet continued to stretch looking hilariously comical in her now tiny flip flops. She giggled as her toes got a touch larger and got wider to accentuate their silly size.
She reached down and grabbed her flip flips and tossed them to the floor and wiggled her toes.
"Wow, this is so weird. I can't not even imagine how fucking high I am right now" She laughed as she stood up. "She walked over to the corner where the two clowns had a full length mirror. She looked at her reflection and gasped.
"It looks so real!" she laughed as she puffed on her weed. She watched colors (blue and pink) form around her eyes, and red circles formed on her cheeks. She giggled like a child at her new look.
"I am so fucking adorable" she laughed. She felt her lips, which felt even thicker and more plump.
"Come back over here. We have more stuff for you" Hooters said honking her boobs. Molly giggled and walked back over, almost tripping a few times due to her feet. She sat down in the chair and smiled.
"What else do you got?" she asked.
"Try a puff of this!" Whoopie laughed as she handed Molly a pipe full of Wacky Weed.
Molly lit the dried leaves and took in a deep breath, sucking in as much as she could. She then let out a huge cough, and smiled.
"That…is…WOAH!" she gasped when she heard her voice. It sounded like she overdosed on Helium. It was high and squeaky like a cartoon or something. "My voice. It's so weird!" she laughed.
"It's perfect" Hooters said, offering a new joint to her. Molly took it and smoked it to her heart's content.
"What's this stuff called" Molly squeaked as she puffed at it.
"Oh, we call it Dumbo" Whoopie laughed.
"Dumbo? How come? It's not gonna make me stupid, is it?" she laughed.
"Nope. That's another kind of drug. THIS why we call it Dumbo!" Whoopie smiled as she held up the hand mirror and showed Molly her reflection. Molly watched and then let out a gasp as her ears began to grow. They stretched up and out, and in seconds were triple their original size, and they stuck out comically.
"Holy Shit, Look at those things" She laughed, still in a daze. She reached up and touched them and let out a high pitched giggle with her new voice.
"God, I look so silly" she said as she began to wiggle her ears, not even realizing she was doing it.
"That's the point." Laughed Hooters.
"Make me sillier" she giggled, getting caught up in the fun of it all, still not realizing that everything that had happened had happened for real.
Whoopie giggled and grabbed a rolled blunt and handed it to Molly who took it and light it up and sucked in as much of the smoke as her lungs could take. She exhaled with a squeaky cough and smiled.
"So does that stuff have a name too?" She asked, her voice causing Hooters to chuckle.
"Sure does. We call it Short Stuff!"
"Short stuff…why is…" she said but was stopped when her entire body was overcome with tingles. She gasped as suddenly the room, and the two clowns standing next to her, grew in size rapidly. She then began to realize by her now baggy outfit that it was not the room and clowns that had grown, but her who had shrunk.
"It made me totally short!" she said…"Ooooh! Short. Stuff!" she added, now understanding the name. She then let out a squeaky laugh.
"Yep. Short stuff will take away half your height until it wears off." Hooters smiled.
"Wow, I was 5 foot 4." Molly said. "That means I'm…gosh…uh...3 foot 2" she laughed . "A total midget!" she grinned.
Hooters laughed and hugged the now short girl and lifed her up off the ground and watched as her pants fell off.
"Hey! My sweats!" she said. "Well, they don't fit anymore anyway" she laughed as Hooters giggled.
"Set her down, Hoots. She's about to grow back." Whoopie smiled.
And indeed she was, as her body started lurching up towards her original height. Soon she was back to normal (well, not quite, she was actually now five inches shorter than usual, leaving her at a petite 4 foot 9 tall) but still naked.
"That was amazing. Best Halucination I've ever had on a drug, and it was just weed. I'd be afraid to see what you have for acid!" she laughed, looking down at her huge feet, and smiling. This was fun.
"Let's get you some clothes to match your silly look" giggled Whoopie as she got up and went down the hallway.
"Having fun?" Hooters asked.
"Oh, without a doubt." Molly said. "I am so glad I wandered into your store." She smiled.
"Me too!" Hooters laughed. "You are so funny. No one has ever smoked that much Short Stuff before" she laughed as she offered another joint to Molly, who took it without hesitation, as usual. Soon she was smoking it and enjoying it's taste.
"So, what's this gonna do?" she asked as she suddenly felt her mind go cloudy.
"Oh, it does nothing of any importance, Molly" she giggled.
Molly listened and heard her name, and instantly disliked her name.
"Molly?" she giggled. "God, that name is so…boring." She said to Hooters.
"Well, how about…Bubbles!" giggled Hooters. The name swam into Molly's clouded mind, and latched on. "Molly?"
"I'm not Molly! I'm Bubbles!" she said before gasping. "My Name!" she added with a squeak. "It's Bubbles. I know it used to be Molly, but I totally feel like my name is Bubbles now" she laughed. This stuff was amazing. She knew that tomorrow was going to be a shitty day, due to the lack of this amazing assortment of fun.
Soon Whoopie came back with some underwear. "Just to get you started, Molly" she laughed, knowing that Hooters would have used the name change stuff by now.
"Bubbles" she corrected with a smile as she took the colorful stripped panties and bra. She snapped the bra on just fine, but then slid the panties on and noticed they were far too big.
"I think you overshot my ass a bit. I know it's a nice fucking ass, but it's not that big" she laughed.
"Oh really" Whoopie smiled as she handed Molly the pipe packed with a new kind of weed. "Well, I'll go take a look, and see if I got anything else" she smirked as she walked out, and "Bubbles" began to puff away at the pipe, and soon felt tingles erupt in her ass.
"Oh god" she laughed. "This is gonna be good"
She then felt her ass start to bubble out and grow larger with each passing second. She held out the panties so that her butt would grow to fit. She slapped it as it continued to grow and it jiggled around.
Soon, her ass had tripled in size, and was now even larger than Whoopie's, and Whoopie noticed when she came back out.
"Oh, guess it's a perfect fit."
"Yeah. Totally" Molly said sitting down, when her behind let out a sound like Whoopies.
"My Ass!" she giggled. "It made a funny noise."
"Yes indeed. Oooh. I brought this out for you too!" Whoopie giggled as she held up a clown dress. "Smoke this and put it on" she giggled as she handed another joint to the higher-than-a-kite "Bubbles."
She took the dress and put it on, marveling at how huge it looked on her, because of her skinny (Beside her ass) frame
"Woah, this must be for a fat clown" she giggled as she took in some of the wacky weed.
"Sure is. " laughed Hooters as she watched Molly's body begin to change. Her stomach ballooned outwards into a full on flabby gut, her chest expanded a bit, her arms got thicker, as did her thighs and legs, and her face became plump and gained a new chin. She was now very fat.
"Holy Fuck, guys…" she laughed in her pipsqueak voice. "I'm a total fucking fatty!" she said, grabbing her belly and laughing.
"That happens" Whoopie giggled. "Now then…let's have a bit more fun before you go home." She said as she offered Molly what appeared to be a tab of paper.
"Acid?" she gasped.
"Sort of…This is gonna knock your socks off" she giggled.
That was all Molly/Bubbles needed to here as she placed it on her tongue and let it dissolve.
"I feel weird" she said after it started to kick in, and her mouth started tingling like crazy. She then felt her front two teeth start to lengthen and her jaw shift a bit as it formed a slight overbite. She looked at the mirror and watched as her face changed, gaining quite a nerdy cute look with Buck Teeth.
"Oh…thhh…thhh…thhhhat ith tho thilly!" she struggled to say as she then felt her mind go tingly. Suddenly, she felt all of her knowledge draining from her brain, and it was recognizable. She felt the knowledge slipping away, and she knew what was happening.
"Hey! Is this stuff making me stupid!" she gasped.
"What was that, Bubbles?" Hooters asked.
"That thingy you put in my mouth. Is it making me a dumb dumb…" she said with a slight giggle
"Maybeeeee" Whoopie said with glee.
"Hey. Like…no fair making me dumb and stuff. I…no remember maths or stuffs." She gasped. She was truly a moron now. She had always been an A student until she became a pot head, but prided herself on not losing that knowledge, until now, as it magically drained away from her, leaving her as a giggling idiot.
"Me am a Dum Dum with a Big Bum Bum!" she sang as she danced around. Hooters and Whoopie looked at their hard work, and saw an adorable clown.
"Dum Dum with a big everything!" giggled Whoopie.
"Time to finish things up" Hooters said as she grabbed what appeared to be a small pouch from the shelf. She grabbed "Bubbles" by the hand and lead her to the nearby bedroom.
She turned Bubbles facing towards her. "Bubbles. Are you having fun with us clowns?"
"Oh, yeth" she giggled. "Thhh-at wacky weed made me sthilly and sthupid. Ith tho…sthilly!" she laughed and wiggled her toes.
"Good. Now, you think this is all just in your head, don't you, just a side effect of the drugs?" Hooters asked.
"Yeth. Thith sthuff ain't pothible" she lisped.
Hooters walked over to the closet and pulled out a pair of stockings and gave them to Molly, who sat down on the bed and started putting them on.
"Oh, but it is. It's all real. Everything that's happened? It's happened for real."
"Really? Like…I have big feet for real?" she said as she held up her feet now wrapped in the pink and white stripped socks.
"Yes. Huge Feet! and we really made you fat and a clown. Everything is real." She smiled as she gave Molly a pair of Mary Jane shoes with a huge bubble toe
The new clown giggled and grabbed the shoes. "That's awethom. I love thith" she giggled as she slipped into the new footware.
"What if I told you I could make sure you stay this way forever, and you can live here in Clowntopia with me and Whoopie?" giggled Hooters. She had intended on creating a new roommate out of Molly regardless, but to see her walk so willingly into the transformation.
"Reallly?" she gasped. "I can be a real clown like you and Miss Tooty Bum Bum" she giggled at the nickname she had created on the spot for Whoopie.
"Yes! All you gotta do is ask!" Hooters smiled.
"Oh, Pa-weeeese, Miss Hooters! Make me a sthilly clown for real?" Molly said. She was so entranced by the magic, she didn't even take a second to think about it.
Hooters smiled and pulled out the pouch
"Say goodbye to Molly!" giggled Hooters as she raised the pouch over Molly's head.
"Goodbye, Molly!" Molly giggled as she rubbed her fat tummy.
"and say hello to Bubbles The Clown!" Hooters laughed as she dumped the contents of the pouch, a fine dust, head, and a colorful cloud covered her and when the dust cleared, there stood Bubbles, dressed in the outfit, and smiling at her roommate.
"Well, that's that. Ready to go have some fun, Bubbles?"
"You Bet'h, Hoot'herths" she laughed.
Hooters brought her back out and winked at Whoopie who smiled wide.
"Oooh!" Bubbles laughed. "Short Sthuff!" she said as she picked up the blunt and lit it and smoked it quickly, laughing as she shrunk out of her dress to midget size.
"Oh, Bubbles. You are so adorable. Welcome to the family" giggled Hooters.
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From his television set, Chuckles smiled. Even on his day off, he was keeping an eye on things. He was pleased to see that his new hires had taken to their jobs so well, and had already added one more to the citizens of Clowntopia.
"Well done, girls…" he said aloud as he sipped on some Clown Cola.
"and Welcome, Bubbles!" he laughed.
This job was the best, he thought to himself.
THE END