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Post by darknight on Nov 26, 2011 13:53:37 GMT -4
LuLu stepped behind the counter and laughed as she pulled down George's pants. "My it's so big!" she giggled. She reached out and touched it, her smile got even wider. "Not many clowns I can do this with!" she laughed as she pulled and twisted George's inflated member into a balloon giraffe.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Nov 27, 2011 16:42:01 GMT -4
He looked down and it was transparent, just like a balloon. He gasped. "That...feels....amazing." he said. Surprised as anyone.
He then honked his nose of his own accord, his mind fogging again.
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Post by darknight on Nov 29, 2011 18:56:20 GMT -4
When George honked his nos this time, suddenly his penis untied itself and deflated back to it's original shape. Lulu just smiled at him. "You wanna try that some more, handsome?" she asked as she rubbed his big red nose.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Nov 29, 2011 18:59:54 GMT -4
"Hyuck, sure thing, pretty lady."
George was slipping away, but he no longer cared. Pleasure outweighed the fear of the unknown, the fear of change.
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Post by darknight on Nov 29, 2011 19:37:26 GMT -4
"Well, let's get you some new clothes first. Then we can slip into the back room, shall we?"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Nov 29, 2011 19:45:41 GMT -4
"Oh...yeah, these are pretty boring, aren't they?" he said as he looked down at his still human clothes.
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Jezzy's cell phone began to ring loudly. Upon answering, she heard a familiar voice that made her let out a sigh.
"Hello, Jezzy. Long Time." came the voice of her former enemy Chuckles T. Clown
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Post by darknight on Nov 29, 2011 20:54:08 GMT -4
"Oh yes. And we've got the perfect ooutfit for a clown like you-what's your name?" **** "Oh hello Chuckles. Is this about those photos of you with the city councilman's neice I have?
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Nov 29, 2011 21:01:35 GMT -4
"Uh...I don't know. How did I forget my own name?" --- "Oh, always with the blackmail. No, actually. The councilman actually knows all about it. No, I am calling because I hear you are having trouble with the mob in the human world? Is Jezzy not as good with the human world as she thought?" he said, a smug satification in his voice.
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Post by darknight on Dec 11, 2011 0:26:15 GMT -4
"Never mind; lets get you dressed," Said LuLu. "I'm sure it will come back to you." ***** "Please," snorted Jezzy Belle. "I can handle them. Remember, I've been dealing with gangsters ever since I've been in business."
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Dec 11, 2011 16:04:36 GMT -4
"Oh, do you have silly clothes. I need to be silly!" --- "Look, I'm not trying to insult you. This family you are dealing with, I've dealt with them before. It's best to try and make peace before they do something drastic. They already sacrificed two of their men to your powers just because they knew you would react the way you did. Don't underestimate them."
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Post by darknight on Jan 8, 2012 20:53:34 GMT -4
"But of course silly. What else would a joke shop have if not silly clown clothes?" **** "And don't you underestemate ME, Chuckles dear," Jezzy Belle replied.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jan 8, 2012 22:22:26 GMT -4
"Okie Dokie!" he giggled. "Take me to the silly clothes!" --- "I've made that mistake before, never again. Well, if you are confident, I'll leave you to your busy life. Tata" he said, with an oddly satisfied giggle as he hung up. There was something he wasn't telling her.
"Madame, someone is here to see you." said one of the numerous clown waitresses.
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Post by isaac on Jan 14, 2012 15:58:05 GMT -4
Isaac lumbers out of the shadowy corner of the bar with a stiff drink in one hand and a stiffer one in the other. It's clear he's been drinking quite a bit and appears to be vying for the crowd's attention as he shakily climbs on top of a table to address them.
"Itsh no good! There's nothing to see up there, or here, or anywhere, anymore. And you know why? Itsh 'caushe they've all forgotten whatsh funny."
Isaac tosses back one of his drinks. Having intended to gulp it down, he is confused as to why his mouth is still dry and yet his glass is empty. The waitress behind him glares up at him under the booze sodden strands of her hair. Isaac shrugs and successfully imbibes his other drink.
"What they don't undershtand is that not everybody can be in on the joke. If the shtooge likesh everything that happensh to him, then he aint a shtooge anymore; he's just a yutz at a free shpa.` If shome dollface takes a pie and shcreams bloody murder, THAT'sh Entertainment, but if she calls it a revitalishing mask, or laughs like SHE just played a joke, THEN THERE AINT NO JOKE AT ALL!"
As he bellows his grievence, Isaac begins to loose his balance. He pinwheels his arms for a bit, then resumes his rant.
"The missshing element ish Conflict. If Lex Luthor and Shuperman became besht buddiesh, shure Metropolish would be a happier shity, but who'sh gonna wanna read 'bout it? NOBODY, that'sh who! Pershonally, I never cared much for Shuperman; he never treated the Prankshter wish the reshpect he desherved. At leasht Lois Lane could react wish proper indignation when she got a cream pie to her kissher."
Having said his peace, and meandered into an anecdote befitting one so besotted, Isaac attempts a graceful exit. Unfortunately, upon taking his first step, his foot slips in spilled liquor, and he ends flat on his back atop the table, unconscious. Within a few minutes he a snoring.
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Post by makemeyours on Jan 23, 2012 13:00:48 GMT -4
Mike rounded the corner and saw the club up ahead. It took him a while to get here and find the place... He only heard stories about it, but here it was, in it's ridiculously appointed glory. A place for his and many others wildest dreams to come true.
He adjusted his jacket and beanie, and headed for the entrance.
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Post by Little Star T. Clown on Feb 18, 2012 6:34:05 GMT -4
Tom is coming to the club as a suggestion for some friends. He is gorgeous, a modern Don Juan... But he also is a great SOB that don't give a shit for women. He could callously broke a woman heart as easy as he conquest.it. And, without his knowledge, one of that so called friends knows about Jezzy Belle's secret and asked her to "give him a lesson. He's so great a fuck, maybe you could turn him into a one." She asked Jezzy Belle to turn him into a clown whore, and with the dough she gave, Jezzy Belle agreed. And also, for her, sounds fun.
Tom goes next to the entrance and shows his ID. He's gorgeous on a white jacket and black shirt, white pants and shoes, and a pair of shadow glasses. For him, it's just another day of lascivious fun. He don't know that his life will not be the same.
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