Anonymous
Wed 27 Sep 2023 15:58:18
No.7843
Clown weight gain, looking for feedback, not entirely finished
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"We need a new fat lady"
The circus staff were in a pinch. 'Gloria the ham planet' had retired when one of the audience asked her hand in marriage. The suitor, a rich architect, hauled her away with a forklift, and now their main attraction was gone. They began looking for a replacement, but finding an 700+ pound woman turned out to be harder than initially thought. Their latest lead, a surly but acceptable candidate, had decided to go with Dove soaps instead. They were running out of time before the next show.
"We could just make one, you know"
The staff looked over at Glibby the clown. His gaze was distant, and he took a draw from his cigarette. "Ashley, probably." Glibby met the Circus director's gaze, who started to nod. "Do you think you could convince her? It's not entirely fair to her, even if she does owe us some money" Glibby smiled at that remark. "We all play our parts in this society we live in" He said, stamping out his smoke.
...
Ashley the clown had agreed to Glibby's deal, play her part in a big "balloon" show, and her debt to the circus would be erased. Ecstatic at the offer, she had agreed. One night of being a balloon, that's all it took. The exact details, the head clown had been sparse. The circus had proceeded as usual, the beast masters and acrobats had done their usual routine; soon the clowns would be next. In the backrooms, Ash adjusted her corset and skirt, they were tighter on her as of late. She hoped none of the other clowns noticed her weight gain, but they were busy getting dressed themselves. "Ready for tonight?" Glibby appeared at her side. Ash turned and nodded, sticking on her fake red nose, smiling. "If you're good at something, never do it for free. That's what you told me, right?" Glibby looked at her cute face, painted white with dyed pink hair on top, and felt a pang of guilt. A speaker boomed from beyond the curtains, "AND NOW, THE CLOWNS!" The time was past for second thoughts.
The goofballs boiled out of the slit, cartwheeling, somersaulting, and got up to their usual gags. Playing jokes on each other, tripping each other, but the audience was getting restless. Glibby eyed the audience sidelong, noticing bored gazes, arms crossed. They were waiting for the fat lady. Glibby looked over and met the Circus director's gaze, both nodding at each other. The time was now.
Ashley had finished tying a particularly large elephant balloon, and gave it to a small boy. "You're pudgy" he giggled, pointing to her stomach. Ash frowned, lips pouting. She hadn't expected a child to call out her physique so suddenly; it wasn't her fault she was so hungry recently. A retort began to form, her mouth opening, before gasping in surprise as 4 clowns grabbed her limbs. "W-hat?" she asked, but this must have been part of the "balloon gag" Glibby had in mind. She went along with it, feigning surprise and shock. Being brought to the center of the arena, she was placed in a chair. A large barrel was rolled in, as other clowns tied her hands and ankles to the chair. The first bout of confusion hit Ash, what were they going to blow her up with? Gibby walked over with microphone, and a hose from the barrel.
"Ladies and Gentleman, as you know, Gloria, our beloved Venus of excess, has left us. She will be sorely missed, but I am pleased to announce, that we have another candidate. Please welcome, ASHLEY!!"
The crowd erupted in applause. Too loud, too giddy to notice Ashley protesting. "W-wait, this isn't what you said, you said I would be a balloon!"
A glint appeared in Gibby's bloodshot eyes as he looked down, pulling the mic away. "I didn't lie. You will be a balloon. Never said what type" He thrust the hose into her mouth, other clowns fixing some straps to the back of her head to keep it in place. They lifted the barrel above her, and a sloshing made the hose attached wiggle; Ashley squirming as she waited for the inevitable. A creamy liquid hit her mouth, her cheeks bulging until she inevitably swallowed.
"Sorry love, we needed a new fat lady. That mixture is heavy cream, with a good amount of weight gain powder and molasses to help"
Ashley groaned as she kept gulping the mixture. At first, her corset held tight. It bulged slightly, but the fattening mixture had started to digest. Her arms felt thicker, her thighs rubbed up a bit more. The stream of the mixture was relentless though, and pain came from her stomach. A ripping noise emerged, drawing Ashley's eyes down. A muffintop was forming, creamy flesh rising out beneath the ripping corset. She kept swallowing, her belly kept getting bigger, pulling the corset apart more and more until...BANG
The clowness groaned in pleasure and relief, her paunch free. It was large and soft, rolls had began to develop between her belly button. Her armpits began to feel pinched, and she looked down at her arms. Bingowings were forming, she was always a bit chubby, but now she was downright fat. The widening lovehandles bulged against the side of the chair. Still though, she had to keep swallowing. Soon the barrel would be empty.
The crowd had quieted down, and a noise emanated from Ash. Gurgling and groaning came from her stomach as she whimpered. Her asscheeks felt stuck as they expanded from under the chair back, and her stomach had almost reached to her knees. It was getting harder to look down, the double chin that had grew obscuring her neck movement. A creaking noise came from the chair; she was outgrowing it. Wood snapped, unable to contain the bean bag body, and Ashely plopped down on her back in an earthquake of jiggling. The barrel was empty, and Ashley signed internally, the ordeal was over. She tried to stand up, but found her body unable to cope with the new weight. The only result from her efforts were more jiggling. The rational part of her brain surmised she must have been at 600 pounds.
Minor clapping came from the crowd, before Glibby stepped forward again with the mic. "Oh, you thought we were done? AU CONTRAIRE! BRING IN THE TRUCK," he waved. A rumbling 18-wheeler silo truck backed into the arena, the crowd going wild all over again. Eyes bulging, Ashely redoubled her squirming efforts, but just producing more turbulent wobbles. The hose was hooked up to the silo, and a pump started up.
"Mmpmh, MMMPPMHMPH"
The stream had higher pressure than the barrel did, and Ashley began to blow up from the excess calories. Arms began to rise as her haunches expanded, folds of fat deepening from the wave of flab. Ash felt a wedgie in her ass, as each cheek kept flowing backwards, and and her face puffed up, further obstructing her vision. Her breasts, now the size of basketballs, drooped down to her side, nipples hardening and pressurizing. Biggest of all though, was her stomach.
From the crowd's point of view, it resembled nothing more than some dough filled beanbags. A navel deepened in between the upper and bottom folds of her stomach. Arms rising and becoming more cone-shaped, Ashley felt a curious sensation of being elevated. Her back was getting so fat that she was rising off the ground. As she attempted to protest, the cream still pumping, she sloshed back and forth, bigger. Passing the size of a large pick-up truck, her stomach rumbled more. The audience began cheering and whooping once more.
"Seems our Ashley is having some indigestion issues! My colleagues, let's assist her" Glibby spoke to the mic. A couple clowns climbed up on her protruding stomach, and began doing jumping jacks. It was curiously pleasant to Ash, as they kneaded her dough. They climbed off, as an acrobat flung from a high swing down onto her stomach. A large divet formed at his impact, and Ashley's eyes bulged. The creamy flesh rebounded, launching the acrobat back into the air 30 feet where we spun in the air, until back down. Swallow, swallow, swallow. Her waist and lovehandles rolled across the dirt. The straps at the back of the hose snapped off, and freedom beckoned. Ashely attempted to spit the hose out, but found it stuck in place by her fat face cheeks, two grape-fruit sized dough bags
"Ladies and gentleman," she heard glibby say, "now the cannon!" Cannon? She attempted to look left and right, but her neck had wedged her head still.
From across the stadium, a clown climbed into a tube. It boomed, the clown flailing in the air, aimed towards her stomach. Aimed perhaps a little TOO well. He landed face first into her belly button, a sphincter roughly 4 feet deep. A wave of sloshing and jiggles came from the stomach, the clown squirming and trying to pull himself out. It was to no avail. The stomach kept bulging, sucking him deeper and deeper until his feet were submerged by the blob.
