Patron Reward: Bubbles the Clown (Patreon)

Multi-month reward story coming in! Heavy influence from Killer Klowns From Outer Space, apparently. I never saw it beyond some clips, but I've heard several people say it caused their fear of clowns. I've heard about as many people say that awakened something in them. This is one of the latters! A mix of slapstick sex and some clownification thrown in there.

When Martin was invited by a few of his casual friends to go to the circus, it felt like a stretch. He wanted to be polite, though, so he went along anyway. It felt a little weird to be going to one when he was in his early twenties, but the group seemed surprisingly excited for it.

If nothing else, the group he was with was entirely women. In fact, when they arrived at the circus, he immediately noticed a massive majority of female customers and employees. It didn’t take him long to find out why; when he reached the stand to buy his tickets, the tall and lanky clown pointed out the price sign.

“All nights are ladies night! ¼ price for all women’s tickets!”

The carnival itself was wild and colorful, mostly because it was packed with clowns. They were all sizes and shapes with goofy features, odd-colored hair and largely pale faces. There were jugglers and acrobats all around, with most of the staff being women as well. It made for a lot of female clowns as he walked deeper into the circus with his crew of friends.

“Marty! We’re going to go to the haunted house,” Heather called to him.

She pointed towards the wildly colored wooden wall depicting comical but warped images of ghosts. Martin grimaced, never one to enjoy the genuinely scary attractions.

“Actually, I needed to use the bathroom. I’ll meet you back out here in a few,” he excused.

“Your loss. See you then!”

Martin made the short trip while he could, but he knew he’d be back well before they did. Even with how strangely short the lines were, he could take his time before they’d make a full lap on even the shortest of rides. It let him enjoy the strange but charming scenery on his way from the bathrooms (which were quite spotless given how few men there were) back towards the haunted house. There was certainly plenty to see in all the giggling, performing and peddling clowngirls around.

Martin didn’t understand what got everyone scared of clowns. He liked them fine enough, but this place went the extra mile. There were all shapes and sizes but most of them were hugely endowed, their balloon-like tits bobbing in their skintight bodysuits or suspenders. The curvy women caked in makeup winked and waved at him as he walked by on his own.

“Hey there, handsome!” a voice suddenly called in his direction.

Martin looked up and saw a milfy clown woman, complete with huge, milky-looking tits and huge hips behind a booth that had to be fake. She waved at him with a warm smile on her painted face. She stood behind a small booth that was loaded with large, rainbow colored lollipops.

“Like to try a free sample?” she offered, gesturing at her wares.

Martin was surprised, but he nodded.

“Sure. Thanks.”

She handed him a thick sweet on a stick and he started with a few modest licks. It was  somehow even sweeter than the ones he was used to.

“It’s good!” he assured the watching clown.

“But this is the weirdest circus I’ve ever been to. Not that I’ve been to many, but… I’m not sure why you run things the way you do.”

“Oh, just old family tradition,” the milfy carny excused with a wave.

Martin shrugged and turned to look around the grounds. He started to notice an absence of customers this deep into the circus. There were more clowns wandering around than people, which seemed odd to him. He didn’t remember all circuses being like this, or even them having anywhere this many clowns running around. Especially not huge-titted sexy ones.

What few regular people he saw around were gathered by a raised platform. Several toweringly high poles held up a set of trapezes, where a small and colorful figure flipped back and forth between them. She wore a bright blue leotard with white spots, but Martin couldn’t make out much about her beyond her puffy pink hair from all the way up there. She looked shorter than most of the clowns, and she flipped impressively from one trapeze to the next.

“She’s really good at that,” he commented as he sucked on more of his lollipop.

“Oh she’s good. But she can’t really stick the landing,” the candy vendor pointed out.

“What do you mean the land…?”

The blue-clad clown whirled once more before she came flying towards the ground. Martin suddenly realized she had no net underneath her. Before he could even think about what to do, she hit the grass with a cartoonish springing sound, flattening out for a moment before she sprang right back up. She flew another ten feet into the air, popping back into shape before she went whirling in Martin’s direction. She flopped face-first onto the ground right in front of him, or technically tits first. They squashed and bounced back into shape as she popped back up, landing back on her big feet.

Up close, she was just over 4 feet tall. She had huge clown shoes, which matched her actual feet. He thought it was just the usual exaggerated shoes of a clown but some toes wiggled just inside a tear near the front. Rainbow socks covered the barely visible tips. She was pudgy, buck-toothed, and the same marble white as most of the other clowns in the circus. Her tits were incredibly huge; not only were they large in general, but they thrust out in perfect spheres like a pair of actual balloons through her costume. Some pale cleavage showed where her low neckline of her leotard exposed her chest. Flashes of her areolas bobbed up and down, popping in and out of view at the edges of her revealing outfit.

“Woo! Butterfingers!” The buck-toothed clown laughed off what looked like a hundred foot drop and dusted off her hands. She smiled widely at Martin. He looked back down at her, the difference in their height leaving him staring down her cleavage.

“Ooh! A handsome new guest! I’m Bubbles! Good to meetcha!”

She put a hand to her stomach and gave a theatrical bow. Her head swept down with it, and at her height that stuffed her face right into his lap. Her nose honked as it bumped against his crotch. She let out a startled whoop as she bobbed back upright.

“Woopsy doo! Sorry about that! Didn’t mean to be so nosey!”

She giggled shrilly and rapidly, ending her string of laughter with a tooting honk.

“Totally fine!” Martin excused.

He was actually quite happy to have her up against his lap. He’d actually prefer it if she stayed there longer. His pants were definitely tightening the more his body reacted to her touch.

“You put on a hell of a show back there!”

“Oh thanks! I thought it went pretty well myself!”

Bubbles took a proud step forward, going to march up to him. Her other oversized foot swept out and caught on the first and she tumbled head over heels forward. She tumbled like a brightly colored ball before smacking into Martin’s legs. She flopped onto her back with her legs kicking up in a last act of comical slapstick while her bouncing bubbly tits popped out of her top. The bright red nipples stood out on her pale skin before she thought to tuck them away a second or two later.

“Well I’d like to spend more time, but I have some friends waiting for me. They went on the haunted house without me so…”

Bubbles tilted her head in confusion.

“That haunted house?” she asked, pointing at the nearby attraction.

“Yea. That one.”

“Oh I wouldn’t wait up if I was you,” she said confidently. “Cuz they won’t be.”

“What does that mean?”

“I just bet they ate the free treats inside.”

She pointed at the ride again. Martin turned as the ride’s car came rolling in on the track. He vaguely recognized his friends, but they were far more… colorful. And curvy. There were their clothes and hints of their eyes and hairstyle remaining, but they had all been transformed into another set of curvy clowns like the rest of the employees. He started to realize why there were so few customers the deeper he got into the circus. They were all being turned into clowns.

Martin gave Bubbles a panicked look.

“Wait! Is that happening to me?” he asked urgently.

Bubble shook her head casually.

“You? Nah. Most human males don’t have a reaction to the chemicals we put in our candy. It just converts females over to our species to make up for our limited repo junction.”

“You mean reproduction?”

“That too!”

Relieved to find out he wasn’t going to be turning into a clown, Martin heard her out. Apparently Bubbles was part of an alien species that happened to resemble earth’s concept of a clown. With their ridiculously low number of males in their species, it was easier for them to convert other species into theirs than actually reproduce.

“So the women discount was bait,” Martin pieced to together.

“You could call it that. But they love it! Look at how happy they all are!” Bubbles said proudly.

Martin looked back and genuinely, the friend group was all giggling and poking at each other. While he doubted they’d signed up for the transformation, they certainly did seem happy about their new situation. Even if they weren’t fully aware of it, if he had to guess by their bubbly smiles and ditzy expressions.

“And I’m not going to change into one of those?”

Bubbles shook her head. Martin sighed in relief and took another lick of his candy.

“Nah, just sometimes some guys get changes down there. It’s pretty one in a million though.”

Martin had started to forget about his tightening pants, getting used to being around the busty little bozo. He didn’t notice it again until he suddenly heard a tearing noise as it swelled to ridiculous proportions, bulging completely through his pants leg. His eyes went wide as any nearby clowngirls stared at his new monster cock, especially Bubbles. It flopped out close enough to her face as it slapped against her goofy red nose.

“Oh shit! I’m sorry,” he blurted. He started doing his best to stash it away in his wrecked pants, but Bubbles licked her lips noisily.

“Ohhh. So you’re a Ringmaster after all!” she gushed.

“Is that what you call it?” he complained, but Bubbles caught it in one of her gloved hands. Her eyes popped out of her head with excitement.

“Oh don’t you worry! You ain’t in trouble. You’re like a guest of honor now!”

Martin looked around and saw that the staring clowns were all licking their lips or drooling over the sight of his massive dick as well. Even the freshly turned friends were eying him with blatant lust in their eyes.

“I see… should I be worried?”

“More like should you be HORNY!” Bubbles chimed.

“C’mon. Now if I’m gonna keep that sweet meat to myself… I mean keep your decency, we should get you fixed up. Treat me to some ice cream and I’ll show ya how to cover up your new balloon animal.”

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Bubbles and Martin ended up sitting beside the ice cream stand a short walk away. He was wearing a pair of baggy, colorful pants. They were clearly made for a clown to be much baggier than the person they were for, but they fit upsettingly well on Martin with his supernatural bulge.

Bubbles kept sneaking looks at it while she licked away at her precariously stacked scoops of ice cream in her cone. Martin kept waiting for it to fall and sure enough, one long slurp tilted it enough that one big pink scoop fell right into her cleavage.

“Woopsy! No problem!” she chimed.

Her tongue rolled out like an unspooled yoyo, wrapping around the creamy orb from her creamy orbs. She gulped it down noisily before slurping across her lips, letting out a quick burp.

“Wow. You can do a lot with your tongue,” Martin said before he could think about it.

“Oh I can do lots with it!” Bubbles said, batting her eyes at him. She was clearly very open to his awkward advances.

She shut her mouth and scrunched up her face for a moment. When she opened it back up, she had rolled her tongue into a perfect balloon animal dog. Martin had to snicker at the oddly suggestive display, which got her to smile proudly. Her mouth snapped back shut and her tongue popped back to normal in a moment, even as her belly gurgled.

“Are you alright? Or is that another side effect with the snacks around here?” he pried, eying up her round and bubbling tummy.

“Ohhh nah. That’s just me. I’m super lactose intolerant.”

“Then… why did you just eat a scoop of ice cream? Off your giant ice cream cone?”

“Cuz it’s good.”

Bubbles suddenly popped a foot off their bench, accompanied by an explosive and comical fart. Her waist even narrowed like she was a deflating balloon but it popped back into place as she dropped back to the bench. The strangely sweet smell of her atomic-sounding fart lingered in the air.

“Hooey! Uh, don’t mind me. I’m a bit of a little stinker!”

Bubbles blushed from her over the top blast of gas. Her eyes darted around awkwardly, as if hoping he wouldn’t notice her massive butt blast. That didn’t work so well as her booty jiggled from another drawn out brap. It went on and on, slowly fading out over an easy ten seconds. She gave a tiny cough at the end, as if she expected that to cover it up.

Even the smell of her fart came with a sweetness mixed in with the bitterness, something like a sour apple candy. Martin found himself cracking a smile anyway.

“Sorry! Sorry! I shoulda warned ya before that I’d be a smelly guide,” Bubbles admitted.

“It’s no big deal. You’re more than cute enough to make up for any smell.”

The brief cloud of green stink lines coming from her hips looked like they disagreed but she smiled anyway. Her blush stood out boldly on her pale, makeup-like skin.

“Well ain’t you sweet as any ice cream?” she giggled.

Bubbles stretched out a last past him before scooting over as far as she could go, squashing herself up next to him. Martin chuckled and put an arm around her shoulder, seeing that the cartoonishly curvy babe didn’t play things subtly. He saw her eyes widen a little before a large, heart-shaped bulge started to pump in and out of her chest. It made her huge tits jiggle with every exaggerated heartbeat.

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Bubbles continued her guided, gassy tour around the circus, leading Martin along by the hand and the unmistakable smell of her consistent gas. She babbled on, pointing out rides and attractions and which ones were secretly advanced alien technology. He was just glad to listen to her enthusiastic rambling while her curves bounced around somewhere between an old 60s cartoon and an exaggerated pornstar. Just like she found any excuse to look back at or even nuzzle up against his overgrown erection.

“Now THIS is the best spot in the whole circus!” Bubbles announced triumphantly.

She gestured at a large and colorful tent set up on the far side of the carnival grounds. She pulled open the flap and gestured invitingly inside. Martin took the invitation and stepped into the tent. Despite its grand exterior, inside was just a single spacious room with a lower ceiling and furniture to accommodate the shortstack clown. It could have passed for a roomy apartment if not for all the festive rainbow of colors all over everything.

“My room! Tadaaa!” Bubbles chimed.

She bounded past him, squeezing her bulging boobs past his crotch for a moment before snapping back into shape and leaping onto her bed. She landed already reclining in the air, leaning on one arm and wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. Martin had to laugh as he picked up her blatantly flirtatious ways.

“So whatcha think? Liking the view?”

“It’s very cute,” Martin said as he stepped inside. “But not as cute as you.”

He tapped a finger on her nose, getting a squeaking sound out of it. She broke into a dorky giggle ending in a nasally snort.

“Aw shucks. Ya shouldn’t have,” she insisted, but a blush spread wide across her pale cheeks.

With their shared interest clear, Martin bent over far enough to kiss her. She was blushing beat red like a rising thermometer before he even touched her and once he smooched her full painted lips, literal steam shot out of her ears. Her eyes went wider than saucers and her head stayed in place, but everything below her neck lifted off the bed and jerked around like she was being electrocuted. Martin smiled, happy that he kept his eyes open for the kiss to watch her overreaction.

Her body flopped back to the bed with a huge, happy sigh. She leaned into the kiss until her nose honked against his, the round red orb squashing inward. Her tits did the exact same, giving off a pair of bicycle horn honks as they pressed into his chest.

She pulled back from the kiss, smacking her lips eagerly. “Wow! Whatta man!” she gushed, visibly swooning over the kiss.

“You haven’t seen the half of it.”

Martin dropped his pants, letting his fresh new dick bob out in front of her. She had seen it burst out of his pants but not fully revealed and offered to her. It made her jaw drop a few feet until it hit the floor, rolling her tongue out another foot over the floor.

“You shared your snacks with me, so I figured it was fair to do the same,” Martin teased.

Bubbles nodded rapidly, a faint rattling sound accompanying the gesture.

“Such a gentleman!” she sighed before planting a big kiss on the tip of his dick.

It came with a pronounced smooching sound and some bright red lipstick left behind. Both Martin and his dick twitched appreciatively. He stepped out of his pants and into her bed to properly join her.

He grabbed two handfuls of her big round boobs, drawing out a long, shrill honk as he started to knead them. Bubbles went nearly limp in his grasp until he was practically holding her up on her knees by her tits. He kept on smiling at her goofy, horny behavior as he tugged at the neckline of her leotard.

“Oh, allow me,” she purred, flashing him a buck-toothed grin.

She grabbed her costume and tore it off with a single yank as if it were made of tissue paper. She flung it aside, leaving her in just her rainbow socks and a thong that read Thursday on the front (despite it being Saturday). Martin decided not to bother solving that particular riddle since they wouldn’t last long anyway.

“Now who’s the gentle…clown?” Martin teased, getting Bubbles to break into another geeky giggle.

Her long toes curled along with her snickering. He could tell because she had reached them between his legs, stroking his fattened dick between her dexterous toes. The smooth silk of the socks tracing over his erection was surprisingly arousing, getting him to start leaking an especially thick glob of precum.

“Hey hey! Don’t go wasting all the good stuff! Blehhh~!”

Bubbles stretched out her tongue, sticking it just beneath Martin’s cock to catch the droplet of cum. She reeled it back in with a hungry slurp, licking her ruby lips. Her eyes widened with excitement as she ran her long foot beneath his balls.

“Ooh~! Tastes like fertile. How about you gimme summa that goof juice, stud!? Let’s get this big top a’rockin!”

The human smiled and descended on her, catching her stubby legs and spreading them out. They reached surprisingly far, given her impossible flexibility and the little slide-whistle noise that came with it. Even the inside of her pussy was that chalky pale with just a hint of pinkness to it. Martin ran his hands over her squishy little body once more before he drove his new dick deep inside her.

Bubbles whole body trembled as he filled her up. There should have been no way for him to fit all of his cock inside her, no matter how warm and wet she was inside. She certainly took it all, emitting a rubbery stretching sound the more he fit inside her. Her plump little belly bulged, clearly stretching out to fit the outline of his upper cock. She just bucked her hips, wiggling in place so that her ass cheeks and tits clapped together amidst all her horny flopping. Her tits and nose bumped up against him, honking rapidly whenever they’d hit his flesh.

“Hooo mama~! That’ll put some punch in your judy!” the horny glown squealed as he settled his manhood inside her.

Her ranting praise, however silly it may be, did encourage him to keep going. He kept her pinned by his hands planting on her shoulders, making sure the rubbery woman didn’t go flopping off his shaft. It helped to pull her down, stuffing her up past her stomach by the look of it. The squirming and giggling clown seemed to be having the time of her life, both tickled and horny by the looks of her. His massive dick filled her up enough to not only hit her sweet spots, but the hammering tip pushed her belly up so hard it bumped into her underboob. He was practically titfucking her at the same time as he was penetrating the curvy little clown, and she was loving it.

“That’s it~! Gimme that funny bone~! Fill me up with so many babies they come poppin’ out like a clown car! Stick a whole circus in me, daddy~!”

Bubbles threw her arms around his neck, unwilling to part from him at this point. She latched on like a horny little koala bear, bumping her hips rapidly up and down like a cushy jackhammer beneath him. She was honking and stretching so fast that she was starting to sound like somebody had pushed a one-man band down a flight of stairs. Her belly stretched and retracted along with his strokes as her eyes rolled back into her head… and kept going until they were whirling around like they were in a slot machine. Martin cracked up again, laughing as he gave her a few more thrusts to finish off inside her. He came hard just like she wanted, flooding her insides with a guttural squelching noise.

Bubbles’ eyes stopped spinning with one reading “JACK” and the other “POT” before she stiffened up completely. Tiny fireworks went off around her frizzy head as she blinked back to her normal, rolling eyes. Her red lips stretched into a gap-toothed grin as her tongue rolled out long enough to plop over her tits. Her belly stayed distended from the deep dicking, but as he let his seed spill into her, there was a soft hissing like a balloon filling with helium. Her stomach swelled into an especially round shape like the rest of her curves, so even when he pulled back out of her she was clearly stuffed with his cum.

“I’m willing to say that worked,” Martin said, patting her on the belly.

It thumped like a bass drum beneath his palm and jiggled like the rest of her.

“And that was… fun. If absolutely ridiculous.”

“Well don’t you know how to flatter a gal?” Bubbles beamed, dimpling up her rosy cheeks.

The curvy clown traced a finger up Martin’s arm as she snuggled up next to him.

“Now how about another cream pie, ringmaster?”

“I… oh. Nevermind. I’m not falling for that one.”

“Aw shoot… almost had ya,” she pouted.

She threw a pie she had somehow obtained over her shoulder, letting it splat against the wall. At least he was starting to catch onto her logic.

“I guess this is what you meant by a ringmaster. Some sort of super breeder for your species?”

Bubbles nodded contentedly.

“Exactamundo. We take over the locals, clownifying them or turning them into our perfect mates. I’m sure the other gals will want a piece of you too once we’re through moving in, so I wanted to get me a piece and beat the rush.”

“Somehow I doubt they’re as funny a fuck as you are,” Martin teased, taking another honking squeeze of one of her boobs.

The stubby clown cooed and wiggled her toes excitedly, batting her eyes adoringly at him.

“Well if you wanted me to keep a little whoopie in your cushion… I’d be glad to stay at your place. Fill you in on what’s going on. Especially seeing as Earth will be OUR place before too long, so you might as well get used to us.”

Martin considered his options. Get a horny goofball clown gf or try to mount a one-man rebellion against an invasive species of technologically advanced cartoon characters that wanted to fuck him. It didn’t take him long.

“Yea. Why not? Let’s go, screwball,” Martin offered as he got back out of her bed.

“Emphasis on the screw, I hope!” Bubbles giggled as she sprang to her feet to follow.