|
|
Post by observer on Jul 4, 2012 2:45:14 GMT -4
"That's right Cutie. Planes go like this. Neeeeeer-owwww" Bouncy said, lifting the young clown over her head like she was flying.
---
"Wonder what she'll look like."
---
"Well aside from some new shoes I think I look pretty silly." She giggled, puckering up her lips as she put a hand on her wider hips and turned to the side.
|
|
|
|
Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jul 4, 2012 2:48:53 GMT -4
"NEEERRRRROWWWWWW" she giggled, arms out to the side. Angel laughed. "She looks so silly as a plane."
"I am so silly, big sis! I'm a clown!"
---
"I am sure with you and Shorty teaming up, it'll be wild."
---
"Okie Dokie!" he said as he waved the wand and a pair of high heels big enough for her huge feet slipped onto them and, giving her a sexy stance, well as sexy as a short oversexualized clown girl could be.
"Honkers, honk your nose one more time, would you?"
|
|
|
|
Post by observer on Jul 4, 2012 2:58:14 GMT -4
"Right now you look like a clown plane." Bouncy giggled, moving her around and dipping her down a few times.
---
"Does that mean she's done?" Fatso asked, hearing one long honk coming from inside the box.
---
"Will do Shorty." She said, reaching up for her nose. She gave it one long honk.
|
|
|
|
Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jul 4, 2012 3:01:56 GMT -4
"Yayyy!" she said. "This the best day ever. Love you mommmy." she said. "So glad I got you as a mommy. Clown Stork was super nice to me!" she giggled.
---
"I think so." Tootles said as suddenly the box vanished, leaving a very short, super curvy clown in it's place. "Oh, hello there!"
|
|
|
|
Post by observer on Jul 5, 2012 5:34:53 GMT -4
"Not just to you Cutie. The clown stork was super nice to all of us." Bouncy smiled, bringing the little clown down into a hug and a kiss.
---
"Hiya." She replied in a high voice. "I'm Honkers, who are you three?" She asked, looking up at the two fat clown girls and the young clown girl.
|
|
|
|
Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jul 5, 2012 12:23:59 GMT -4
"And how about Mr. Chuckles. He was good to you too, right?" She asked. "And that girl. that mean girl in the shop." She said, her smile growing wider. "They were pretty good to you!"
"Don't take that tone with your mother, dear." Bo said.
---
"I'm Tootles, this is Fatso, and her friend is Sweetheart. Nice to meet you, Honkers!"
|
|
|
|
Post by observer on Jul 5, 2012 12:44:56 GMT -4
"Cutie what has gotten into you?" Bouncy asked, pulling back to look at her daughter. A look of fear crossed her face as Cutie's face had changed to that of Lulu's.
---
"Nice to meet you too." She smiled before looking around. "Any of you seen a short clown guy around here? We're suppossed to meet here for our date."
|
|
|
|
Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jul 5, 2012 12:48:15 GMT -4
"You know exactly what, don't you! Calling me Cutie? Well, you could try that I suppose. We'll see. For now, WAKIE WAKIE!"
---
"Oh, I think I saw him somewhere on the dance floor!" Tootles said. "Do enjoy yourself."
"The box trick always gets em." she added to Fatso after the clown had left.
|
|
|
|
Post by observer on Jul 5, 2012 12:58:53 GMT -4
Bouncy woke up with a start, breathing heavily as she looked around.
---
"That it does." Fatso giggled. "Now, what say we head home and make sure Loopsy hasn't destroyed the house."
|
|
|
|
Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jul 5, 2012 13:07:36 GMT -4
Bo slept peacefully beside her, snoring loudly as he often did. It was a dream, which was a relief, but why had she had it. Wasn't this supposed to get rid of Lola. She couldn't help but wonder what was to come.
---
"Sure thing. Come on, let's get you to your sleepover, Miss Sweetheart!" Tootles said, rubbing the girl's hair.
|
|
|
|
Post by observer on Jul 6, 2012 5:13:52 GMT -4
She carefully got up from the couch, trying not to wake Bo. Bouncy headed for the kitchen to get herself a glass of water to help calm her nerves. She couldn't help but worry about the dream turned nightmare as she grabbed a glass. Bouncy leaned back against the counter after filling the glass. She slowly drank the water as a hand rested on her belly.
----
The trio headed for the door Tootles & Fatso had used to get into the club and were soon back on the silly streets of Clowntopia. "It's amazing how much sillier everything looks after dark." Fatso said, looking around at all the lights that lit up the city.
|
|
|
|
Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jul 9, 2012 1:06:13 GMT -4
"Something wrong, Momma?" asked a sweet voice. It was Angel. She was standing there wearing the pajamas she had been given the night before. Even though she was asleep when it was decided to keep her, she knew.
---
"Like Neon Crayons." Tootles said with a smile. She did love her city so.
|
|
|
|
Post by observer on Jul 9, 2012 12:15:38 GMT -4
Bouncy looked to the young clown and smiled. "No...just having a bit of trouble sleeping Angel." She said, setting the glass down on the counter. "Now what are you doing up? Having trouble sleeping too?" She asked, walking over and picking her new daughter up.
---
Fatso smiled before letting out a giggle. "We should see about getting Loopsy a babysitter or have her stay at Sweethearts tomorrow night. That way we can enjoy Clowntopia's night life more." She said as they made their way to her and Loopsy's home.
|
|
|
|
Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jul 9, 2012 20:53:17 GMT -4
"Too excited to sleep, momma. We are gonna have fun tomorrow, right?" She giggled as she hugged Bouncy around the neck.
---
"Indeed. But let's get her over to Sweetheart so she can have her sleep over!" she giggled.
|
|
|
|
Post by observer on Jul 9, 2012 23:37:03 GMT -4
"Tons of fun." Bouncy said, gently hugging Angel back. The dream she'd had was still at the back of her mind, but thanks to Angel she wasn't too worried about for now. "Now why don't we go play in your room so daddy doesn't wake up." She smiled, caring Angel out of the kitchen.
----
"You hear that Sweetheart. Tonight you have sleep over at mine and Loopsy's house, and tomorrow Loopsy gets to have a sleep over at your home." Fatso smiled, looking over to the young clown she was carrying.
|
|
