Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Dec 5, 2010 16:21:21 GMT -4
Proof is in the Potion
A Clowntopia Short Story
Hugo Prosperio
"That can't be real." said Katherine Gennaro. She stared at the clown who stood behind the counter, grinning wildly.
"Oh, but it is, my dear. I am a real clown, and I come from a place where everyone is a clown. We can even make boring humans like you into clowns like ourselves, with magic!"
Katherine stood there, hands on her hips, a mixture of a smirk and a frown on her face. She was a very smart girl, top of her class.
"Magic isn't real. Trust me, I am pretty smart, I know." She said.
The clown got a wicked grin on his face as he looked her over. She was a pretty looking girl, hair tied back into a bun, glasses on her slightly freckled face. Her body was rail thin, which he thought was a shame.
"Magic not real? Well you are telling me! I've been doing it most of my life!" he said with a smirk. "How about some proof. Would that satisfy your scientific mind, my girl?"
"I highly doubt you could prove it." She laughed derisively. "But I haven't got anything better to do. I already finished my homework" she added.
"Please hand me your cell phone" he said simply with his hand extended.
"Uh. Okay" she said and took out a non-descript grey cell phone and handed it to him. He smiled and took it and placed it on the counter and pulled out a magic wand, like any stage magician might carry and waved it in the air.
"No magic words?" Katherine smirked.
"Nope." He said as he tapped the cell phone and in an instant it changed from the drab grey flip phone into a bright red and pink plastic phone that looked as if belonged to a toddler.
"Still works." He said as he handed it back to her. She quickly dialed her voice-mail and heard her own voice speak through the toy.
"What the…no. That's a trick. A simple illusion." She said, incredulous.
"But you saw it happen. No smoke, no curtain, just poof, clowny phone!" he giggled.
"I still don't believe it" she said, stubborn as ever.
"Fine. I have the ultimate proof." He said as he pulled out a bottle of thick pink liquid.
"Drink this, and if I am telling the truth, you'll become a clown like me. If I am full of it, as you claim,
nothing will happen, and I will admit to being the fraud I am." He said.
"Drink it? That's it." She said, as she eyed the bottle.
"Sure is." He smiled.
She snorted as she took the bottle and uncorked it and swallowed it's contents in one gulp. She placed the bottle back on the counter and licked her lips.
"That wasn't half bad. Tastes like strawberrys and cotton candy mixed with…bubblegum" she said. She then looked at the clown and made a motion to her body.
"Looks like you lose." She laughed.
"Now, wait a second. It takes a moment to kick in" he said as he watched her intently.
She just stood there, smirking until she felt a rumble in her stomach. She looked up at the clown then let out a loud burp. She covered her mouth at this, but then felt an odd swelling sensation in her stomach. She looked down and screamed.
To her dismay, her stomach was rapidly expanding, filling with fat, becoming a big gut. It didn't take long for the rapidly growing doughball to push up her shirt.
"Ah! What the hell?!" she screamed. The clown merely grinned.
Soon the rest of her body began to pudge and fill out just like her stomach, her arms getting very thick and flabby, her thighs growing huge and rubbing against one another. Her clothes were almost bursting at the seams from the now 300 pound girl that stood where a once stick of a thing stood.
"I'm Fat! What the fuck?!" she screamed.
"Now, that's not very becoming language of such an upstanding lady like yourself" the clown giggled. He then watched as her skin began to change, shifting to a very bright and cartoony pink. She felt this happen as pins and needles ran across her corpulent flesh.
"P…pink?" she gulped, realizing that every word the clown had spoke was true, and she was now becoming a clown as well.
"Perfect tone for a pretty Auguste clown" he said as white formed around her eyes and lips. Her lips reacted by turning bright red and plumping up and curling into a smile.
She looked at her reflection in a nearby product display case and simply stared at her face as her eyebrows vanished, replaced by ornate purple lines instead.
"Please, stop this…I was foolish, I admit that" she said as her voice went up several octaves.
"And miss out on all the fun? No no." The clown insisted. "Besides, I can't stop it anyway."
She frowned as best she could, despite her new smile as she looked over her pudgy body, bulging out of every possible opening in her clothes. She then let out another gasp. Her eyes darted down to her feet, her view of which was blocked by her huge gut.
"What's happening to my feet?" she said, a mixture of curiosity and repulsion in her voice.
The clown giggled and bent over for a few seconds then did a fancy move and placed his foot, now sans shoe or sock on the counter. It was huge with wide toes.
"No!" she gasped, trying to move her belly out of the way.
"Yes!" he laughed as he bent over to put his shoe back on. She curled her toes in as if to stop the change, but it made it tingle even more. She was glad she had worn flip-flops, because she knew that her feet were about to change shoe size, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Sure enough, she felt them grow huge in seconds. The clown gasped himself. "My My! Those are huge! The biggest I've ever seen?" he said as they continued to stretch across the foor, and the toes got thicker and wider, making them very cartoonish.
She peered down and could easily see them now, and she let out a sigh. "I look like Bigfoot!"
"Not quite. His feet are hairy. I can make that happen if you'd like" he said with a grin.
"NO!" she shrieked. "This is bad enough!"
"Fine." He said with a fake pout. He did enjoy making girls into something unique. He then watched with glee as other changes began to manifest in the girl.
Her hands shot to her ears as they expanded to three times their size. She felt them, and mumbled to herself. The tingle then moved from her ears to her hands. She pulled them down and looked at them, only to see them start to get slightly larger, puffier, and then her middle and ring fingers began to meld and merge with one another on each hand, giving her three fingers instead of four. She let out a squeak at the sight of it.
Her scalp then began to tingle and she turned to the mirror that the clown kept out for just these occasions. She watched as her brown hair began to shimmer and then turned a vibrant green color, and then did itself up into huge poofy pigtails. She then felt another tingle in her scalp and she wondered what could possibly happen next when the hair that wasn't in the pigtails began to dull and then fell out of her head, leaving her mostly bald.
"AH! NO! FIX THAT!" she screamed at the clown, who simply shrugged.
"I told you, I can't. Deal with it, Miss Know-It-All" he laughed.
She looked at the mirror and her reflection made her want to cry. A fat clown with huge ears and almost no hair stood there, looking nothing like the girl she was when she woke up that morning.
"There, I think your physical changes are all done" he said. "Lets see what else stirs up." He laughed
"What do you mean?" she squeaked in a high pitched voice. She then felt her head getting…dull, foggy, almost.
"My…head" she moaned as she held her bald head in her modified fingers.
"Katherine…do me a favor?" the clown asked. "Tell me, what is two plus two?"
"That's easy" she groaned. "It's…"
She paused. She didn't know. She racked her brain. Trying to think and nothing came. She screamed in her mind, realizing what was happening. Her intelligence was vanishing.
"Who wrote Romeo and Juliet?"
"Duh…" she said as her mind drained even more. "Dunno, Dr. Suess?"
"No, I'm afraid not. Dear, I'm afraid to tell you this, but you have become stone dumb."
"No! I don wanna be a dummy!" she cried, but she knew it was true. She was a moron now.
"But you've never minded it before, Kitkat?" he said, knowing this would set the final change into motion.
Her mind fuzzed again, and she looked at him.
"Duh, I know. I just think it'd be fun to be smart just once" she giggled as her mind became totally clowny, totally dumb, and nothing of Katherine was left.
"It's not all it's cracked up to be, Kitkat. Now why don't you go home and watch some TV" he suggested as he lead her to his portal to a world full of clowns.
In a flash she vanished, and the clown, named Chuckles, turned around as he heard the horn above his door signal a new customer.
---
Kitkat didn't take long to become a popular and beloved figure in Clowntopia. Sure she was dumb as mud, but she ended up opening a candy shop. For some reason, the one thing she knew how to do was make delicious candy, and soon all of Clowntopia wanted some of Kitkat the Dummy's sweet treats.
So in the end, a happy ending for all.
A Clowntopia Short Story
Hugo Prosperio
"That can't be real." said Katherine Gennaro. She stared at the clown who stood behind the counter, grinning wildly.
"Oh, but it is, my dear. I am a real clown, and I come from a place where everyone is a clown. We can even make boring humans like you into clowns like ourselves, with magic!"
Katherine stood there, hands on her hips, a mixture of a smirk and a frown on her face. She was a very smart girl, top of her class.
"Magic isn't real. Trust me, I am pretty smart, I know." She said.
The clown got a wicked grin on his face as he looked her over. She was a pretty looking girl, hair tied back into a bun, glasses on her slightly freckled face. Her body was rail thin, which he thought was a shame.
"Magic not real? Well you are telling me! I've been doing it most of my life!" he said with a smirk. "How about some proof. Would that satisfy your scientific mind, my girl?"
"I highly doubt you could prove it." She laughed derisively. "But I haven't got anything better to do. I already finished my homework" she added.
"Please hand me your cell phone" he said simply with his hand extended.
"Uh. Okay" she said and took out a non-descript grey cell phone and handed it to him. He smiled and took it and placed it on the counter and pulled out a magic wand, like any stage magician might carry and waved it in the air.
"No magic words?" Katherine smirked.
"Nope." He said as he tapped the cell phone and in an instant it changed from the drab grey flip phone into a bright red and pink plastic phone that looked as if belonged to a toddler.
"Still works." He said as he handed it back to her. She quickly dialed her voice-mail and heard her own voice speak through the toy.
"What the…no. That's a trick. A simple illusion." She said, incredulous.
"But you saw it happen. No smoke, no curtain, just poof, clowny phone!" he giggled.
"I still don't believe it" she said, stubborn as ever.
"Fine. I have the ultimate proof." He said as he pulled out a bottle of thick pink liquid.
"Drink this, and if I am telling the truth, you'll become a clown like me. If I am full of it, as you claim,
nothing will happen, and I will admit to being the fraud I am." He said.
"Drink it? That's it." She said, as she eyed the bottle.
"Sure is." He smiled.
She snorted as she took the bottle and uncorked it and swallowed it's contents in one gulp. She placed the bottle back on the counter and licked her lips.
"That wasn't half bad. Tastes like strawberrys and cotton candy mixed with…bubblegum" she said. She then looked at the clown and made a motion to her body.
"Looks like you lose." She laughed.
"Now, wait a second. It takes a moment to kick in" he said as he watched her intently.
She just stood there, smirking until she felt a rumble in her stomach. She looked up at the clown then let out a loud burp. She covered her mouth at this, but then felt an odd swelling sensation in her stomach. She looked down and screamed.
To her dismay, her stomach was rapidly expanding, filling with fat, becoming a big gut. It didn't take long for the rapidly growing doughball to push up her shirt.
"Ah! What the hell?!" she screamed. The clown merely grinned.
Soon the rest of her body began to pudge and fill out just like her stomach, her arms getting very thick and flabby, her thighs growing huge and rubbing against one another. Her clothes were almost bursting at the seams from the now 300 pound girl that stood where a once stick of a thing stood.
"I'm Fat! What the fuck?!" she screamed.
"Now, that's not very becoming language of such an upstanding lady like yourself" the clown giggled. He then watched as her skin began to change, shifting to a very bright and cartoony pink. She felt this happen as pins and needles ran across her corpulent flesh.
"P…pink?" she gulped, realizing that every word the clown had spoke was true, and she was now becoming a clown as well.
"Perfect tone for a pretty Auguste clown" he said as white formed around her eyes and lips. Her lips reacted by turning bright red and plumping up and curling into a smile.
She looked at her reflection in a nearby product display case and simply stared at her face as her eyebrows vanished, replaced by ornate purple lines instead.
"Please, stop this…I was foolish, I admit that" she said as her voice went up several octaves.
"And miss out on all the fun? No no." The clown insisted. "Besides, I can't stop it anyway."
She frowned as best she could, despite her new smile as she looked over her pudgy body, bulging out of every possible opening in her clothes. She then let out another gasp. Her eyes darted down to her feet, her view of which was blocked by her huge gut.
"What's happening to my feet?" she said, a mixture of curiosity and repulsion in her voice.
The clown giggled and bent over for a few seconds then did a fancy move and placed his foot, now sans shoe or sock on the counter. It was huge with wide toes.
"No!" she gasped, trying to move her belly out of the way.
"Yes!" he laughed as he bent over to put his shoe back on. She curled her toes in as if to stop the change, but it made it tingle even more. She was glad she had worn flip-flops, because she knew that her feet were about to change shoe size, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Sure enough, she felt them grow huge in seconds. The clown gasped himself. "My My! Those are huge! The biggest I've ever seen?" he said as they continued to stretch across the foor, and the toes got thicker and wider, making them very cartoonish.
She peered down and could easily see them now, and she let out a sigh. "I look like Bigfoot!"
"Not quite. His feet are hairy. I can make that happen if you'd like" he said with a grin.
"NO!" she shrieked. "This is bad enough!"
"Fine." He said with a fake pout. He did enjoy making girls into something unique. He then watched with glee as other changes began to manifest in the girl.
Her hands shot to her ears as they expanded to three times their size. She felt them, and mumbled to herself. The tingle then moved from her ears to her hands. She pulled them down and looked at them, only to see them start to get slightly larger, puffier, and then her middle and ring fingers began to meld and merge with one another on each hand, giving her three fingers instead of four. She let out a squeak at the sight of it.
Her scalp then began to tingle and she turned to the mirror that the clown kept out for just these occasions. She watched as her brown hair began to shimmer and then turned a vibrant green color, and then did itself up into huge poofy pigtails. She then felt another tingle in her scalp and she wondered what could possibly happen next when the hair that wasn't in the pigtails began to dull and then fell out of her head, leaving her mostly bald.
"AH! NO! FIX THAT!" she screamed at the clown, who simply shrugged.
"I told you, I can't. Deal with it, Miss Know-It-All" he laughed.
She looked at the mirror and her reflection made her want to cry. A fat clown with huge ears and almost no hair stood there, looking nothing like the girl she was when she woke up that morning.
"There, I think your physical changes are all done" he said. "Lets see what else stirs up." He laughed
"What do you mean?" she squeaked in a high pitched voice. She then felt her head getting…dull, foggy, almost.
"My…head" she moaned as she held her bald head in her modified fingers.
"Katherine…do me a favor?" the clown asked. "Tell me, what is two plus two?"
"That's easy" she groaned. "It's…"
She paused. She didn't know. She racked her brain. Trying to think and nothing came. She screamed in her mind, realizing what was happening. Her intelligence was vanishing.
"Who wrote Romeo and Juliet?"
"Duh…" she said as her mind drained even more. "Dunno, Dr. Suess?"
"No, I'm afraid not. Dear, I'm afraid to tell you this, but you have become stone dumb."
"No! I don wanna be a dummy!" she cried, but she knew it was true. She was a moron now.
"But you've never minded it before, Kitkat?" he said, knowing this would set the final change into motion.
Her mind fuzzed again, and she looked at him.
"Duh, I know. I just think it'd be fun to be smart just once" she giggled as her mind became totally clowny, totally dumb, and nothing of Katherine was left.
"It's not all it's cracked up to be, Kitkat. Now why don't you go home and watch some TV" he suggested as he lead her to his portal to a world full of clowns.
In a flash she vanished, and the clown, named Chuckles, turned around as he heard the horn above his door signal a new customer.
---
Kitkat didn't take long to become a popular and beloved figure in Clowntopia. Sure she was dumb as mud, but she ended up opening a candy shop. For some reason, the one thing she knew how to do was make delicious candy, and soon all of Clowntopia wanted some of Kitkat the Dummy's sweet treats.
So in the end, a happy ending for all.