It was a beautiful and warm summer day.  A young man named Ricky was personally enjoying it himself by having a leisurely stroll on the beach.  Being early in the day, there were very few people around, allowing him to enjoy his walk in peace and quiet.

    He sighed happily, stretching his arms out as he walked along the shore barefoot.  “This is just perfect,” he thought, “The sun’s out, light breeze in the air, I got the day off, and no storm cloud in sight.  All of this is…”

    His thought was suddenly interrupted.  Up until then, there was no one in front of him or even in his line of sight.  Just a clear and empty beach.  However, after a mere blink of the eye, two odd figures now stood a few yards away from him.

    Both of them had chalk white, but shiny smooth skin and large ball-like noses.  They were extremely curvaceous, with large busts that defied physics in how they seemed to not sag and bubble buts that were barely visible under their skirts.  Speaking of clothing, the two wore form fitting leotards with low necklines that tastefully displayed their cleavage.  Besides that, they also had large tutu like skirts, slightly see-through tights, dance shoes, and striped gloves that went up most of their arms.

    But besides those feature, they had different color schemes and accessories.  One, who was making a dramatic pose by pointing into the air, had bright red hair and a purple & pink combination for her outfit.  She also had heart shaped hairpins, a bright fire engine red nose, and red hearts on her cheeks.  The other, who looked taken aback by her surroundings, had bright green hair with multiple shades of green for her attire.  She had her own hairpieces and accessories, but they were all four-leaf clover shaped.  She had a bright green shade to her nose, with clover tattoos on her face.

    Ricky looked at them, initially stunned by their appearance.  The best he could figure by looking at the two was that they were busty clowns dressing up/parodying ballerinas.  He relaxed and thought to himself, “Well, I had to go ahead and jinx it. So much for a normal day…”

    The red haired clown, still posing, declared in a booming and dramatic sounding voice, “And here, Clover my dear, is where our epic search… will… BEGIN!!”

    The green clown [Clover, Ricky guessed, judging by her friend’s comment] looked around, still very baffled and weary by the sights.  “Wha…” she exclaimed in a confused tone, “What the… where… where did we go?!”

    “To the beach!” her buddy replied, bringing her arm down to point at Clover, before spinning around and pointing in all directions, “Our first stop!  Here, we are sure to find our newest troupe member!”

    “Troupe?” Ricky mumbled to himself, “Are they looking for someone?”

    “Well,” Clover said, “Alright, I’ll…”  She paused mid-sentence and looked past her friend.  She gazed upon Ricky, having this utterly blank expression on her face as she did.  However, she soon started to grin not too long after.

    Ricky’s left foot moved backwards a bit, a nervous feeling setting in.  The green clown then whispered into her friend’s ear, which caused that girl to look at Ricky herself.  She eyed him up a bit, before looking back to Clover, whispering some unknown response.

    After they did that for a bit, they turned and faced the young man, big smiles plastering both of their faces.  “Hey!” the redhead clown said, “You!  Can we talk with you for a sec?”

    The two clowns ran towards him, their breasts bouncing and jiggling in rhythm as they did.  Ricky felt a bit nervous about their approach and tried to walk away, but ended up tripping over his own feet.  He started to fall to the ground, but was quickly caught by a rather nimble Clover.  She grabbed a hold of his arm, yanking him back up and onto his feet.

    Clover giggled, patting him on the head, “Careful there! You almost fell over you silly billy!”

    “Y-you… just…” he stammered, “Surprised me… when you started running at me.”

    The red hair clown looked concerned and said, “Oh!  We’re sorry.  We didn’t mean to startle you!  Honest!  We were just excited.”

    “Why?”

    “Well,” Clover smiled, squirming anxiously, “Because… because we need your help!”

    Ricky looked at her strangely for almost a minute before another word came out of his mouth: Huh?

    “You see my plain, normal human,” the redhead said, as she placed an arm around him, unintentionally rubbing her chest against his shoulder, “My name is Love Ballerina and I bring joy, love, and warmth to all those who see me dance.”

    “Don’t forget the laughter part in your description!” Clover chimed in.

    “That as well!  My green friend here is my partner, BFF, and girlfriend for life Clover Ballerina!  She brings good fortune, luck, and laughter to those who are lucky enough to see her elegant footwork.”

    “O-okay…” Ricky replied, not remotely knowing how to respond to any of that.

    “Now,” Love continued, “We were planning a big performance at this super cool circus tonight and the owner loved the act we showed to her.”

    “But…” Clover butted in, “She said we needed more people in our troupe first before she put us in.  It’s a big circus and there’s only time for really big acts with so many people attending.”

    “And you need me…” Ricky asked, trying to work out what they were asking.

    “To join us!” Love declared proudly, “To become one of us clown ballerinas!  To be beside us out there in the three rings, dancing your heart out and filling the audience’s heart with your beautiful and humorous routine!”

    “Wait…. Whaaaaaat?!”

    “Yeah!” Clover said, revealing a small pink clown nose from out of nowhere, “All you need is this and you’ll be all clowned up for the big show!”

    “B-but… I’m not trained!  I can’t dance!”

    “No problem!” Love said as she took the clown nose and held it in front of his face, “This thing will give you all the knowledge you need on how to groove and jive.  All you need is the music in you [plus a glimpse at our routine of course~]!”

    “But I’m not a girl either!” Ricky answered, “Nor am I… ummm… built like either of you two.”  He blushed, trying to focus his eyes off their Jell-O jiggly boobs.

    The clown girls only giggled in response.  Clover then said, “From just looking at you, I sense a warm, kind sweetness within you.  It’s just waiting to be released… in clown form where it can do the world good!”

    “I don’t know,” Ricky responded, feeling unsure, “This is just really odd to me…”

    Clover began to tear up instantly on the spot, her eyes getting all watery.  “B-b-b-but…” Love stuttered, equally becoming distressed, “If I don’t have you join… our show will be cancelled!  We won’t be able to perform and we won’t be able to make people happy!”

    “And all of the little kiddies will be sad!” Clover sobbed into her hands, getting rather over dramatic, “Why do you hate children?!”

    Ricky knew they were playing this up and trying to guilt him into helping them.  However, he did feel some sympathy for the women.  They did want to perform badly and from what they’ve said, it did sound like they do make a lot of people happy.  It probably wouldn’t kill him to help the two out and it’s not like anyone would recognize him if he’s all clowned up.

    Against his better judgment, he slowly said, “Well… I… I guess I could try and help you two.”

    Clover’s tears instantly vanished and she asked, getting up close to him with excitement and joy in her eyes, “You mean that?”

    “I… I guess…” he meekly and nervously said, “This isn’t permanent or anything?”

    “Of course not!” Love said, pressing the clown nose against his own immediately, “You can take this off once we are all done with the show and you'll go back to your normal plain self!”  She squeezed the ball tightly, pushing out all of the air before letting it go and having it suck on to his sniffer.  As it re-inflated itself, it almost seemed like it would fall off then, but it did not surprisingly.  It was stuck on Ricky’s face perfectly.

    But that wasn’t all.  At first, he found it difficult to breathe out of his nose with that prop on, even finding it was irritating his skin.  However, the irritation slowly vanished after a few seconds and he found himself able to breathe normally; even strangely his sense of smell feeling stronger than before.  The clown nose had fused with his own face, two small holes appearing at the bottom of it and allowing him to breathe out of it.

    He felt the ball with his hand, noticing how strange this was.  It felt real and so natural on him now, but with a slight rubbery texture to it.  He could feel his own hand rubbing against his new snout and then could feel it expand, growing from golf to tennis ball size.  The only thing he could say to any of this, being almost at a loss for words, was “This is weird.”

    “But it’s perfectly normal my budding clown,” Love said as she patted him on the shoulder.

    “If you say so,” Ricky said, squeezing his honker.  Deep in him, he did find his new bulbous nose amusing, especially when he discovered it made a satisfying HONK upon squeezing.

    “Speaking of being a budding clown,” Clover chuckled, fiddling with some of his hair, “That’s a nice shade of pink you got there!”

    “What pink?” Ricky asked curiously.

    Love giggled and pulled out a hand mirror from behind her back. She handed it to him, allowing him to get a look at his head.  There, he could just catch the last trace of his brown hair disappearing, being coated over by a shade of bubblegum pink.

    “Whoa,” Rick said, absentmindedly running his hand through his pink mop and bringing some of it forward on his head.

    “Nice huh?” Clover smiled, “But just you wait, it’ll get even better!”  As she said that, two very long strands of hair stretched all the way down his head and to his chest.  At each end, the hair curled up into big bouncy coils.  Following that up, the hair on the back of his head length to mullet proportions at first, but then shot out to the side as sharp points, almost like a cartoon evergreen tree.

    Ricky looked at his new hair and was about to comment, when Love stepped behind him.  She smirked and grabbed two tuffs of hair on both sides of his head.  “I’m thinking…” she cooed in an amused tone, “That you could do with some ponytails!”

    She yanked on the hair and quickly let it go.  The second she tugged, the hair rapidly increased and exploded in size.  It quickly became two huge, long, bushy ponytails that hung gently from his head.  Then just as quickly, two ties with beads appeared and held the ponytails in place, finishing his new hairstyle.

    “Oh my!” Love blushed immensely, loving her work, “Your hair… it’s… BEAUTIFUL!!”

    Ricky blushed suddenly, the compliment warming his insides.  “You…” he said in a hush tone, “You think so?”

    “Of course she means it!” Clover giggled, “My Love wouldn’t lie about an amazing hairstyle like that!  It’s gorgeous!”

    Ricky blushed again, this time smiling a tiny bit.  While his hair looked ridiculous initially, the more they praised it, the better he felt about it and the more he liked it.  “Thanks girls,” he said in a more chipper attitude, “It means a lot.”

    He gazed back into the mirror and saw that more changes had taken place the second he looked away at the girls.  His eyes were brighter with a pink tone to them, while his eyelashes had grown ever so subtly.  His chin looked straighter, but still less sharp and with raised cheekbones that restructured his jaw.  Lastly, two light indigo stars appeared on his cheeks, slowly going from very faded to highly visible.

    I look like girl, he thought to himself, seeing a cuter and more feminine face staring back at him in the mirror now.  It looked rather different from his original face, but despite that, he felt alright with it.  It looked more appropriate with his hair, clown nose, and snow white skin…

    “What the?!” he said out loud, taken aback by the out of nowhere skin color change.  Unlike the other changes, the switch from peachy tan to bright whiteout white was jarring to him.  He knew that change would be coming, but not out of the blue like that.

    “Now you have our perfect skin!” Clover chirped, “Perfectly cartoony, smooth, flexible, impervious, and snowy white!  Nothing beats that!  Plus, with clown skin, you never have to worry about getting a sunburn, getting too tan, or even worrying about blemishes.  Our skin is constantly like this!”  Ricky felt a wave of relief over that, even though he didn’t remotely understand why.

    His next step into clownhood went unnoticed as they talked, due to how subtle it was.  He shrunk about an inch and a half, which put him at the same level as the other clowns.  His muscle and body mass decreased as well, making him as slim as the ladies there.  Lastly, his waistline thinned and shrunk in, providing him with a more hourglass like figure.

    Love was able to sense the change in him, even if he didn’t himself.  She placed a hand on his shoulder, which was now less broad, and gently said, “Your body is almost done.  Soon you’ll be a female clown like us!”

    Ricky smiled hearing that and exclaimed in a suddenly cute and feminine voice, “That’s great to hear!  I can’t wait until I’m all done!”

    He didn’t have to wait.  He felt a tightness emerge in his shorts, causing him to look down.  His thighs had thickened quite a bit, while hips were spreading outwards.  They were stretching the sides of his shorts immensely, providing him with a more voluptuous figure in his lower region that was on board with the girls around him.  He then saw the bugle in the front of his pants retract slowly, getting smaller and smaller until it disappeared altogether.

    Once gone, a sudden burst of sensual warmth rushed throughout Ricky’s body.  It signaled that a certain feature had left the new girl, replacing it with a more appropriate part.  Before she could even think about the loss, a loud RIP sound came from behind her and her train of thought was lost.  She felt around back, feeling up her rear and discovering a tear in her shorts.  Instead of worrying about her ripped shorts though like she normally would have, she instead let out an adorable giggle, imagining how silly she must look with that big hole.

“Nice bubble butt girl,” Clover giggled, licking her lips slightly.

    “Teehee!” Ricky giggled again, “Thanks!  It must be all bootylicious now.”  With her hands still there, she gently squeezed her bottom, feeling it all up.  Her butt had greatly increased in width and diameter, matching her compatriots' own rears.  It felt so firm and luscious now, her underwear riding up it hard.  Her poor shorts never stood a chance.

    “And now for the main event!” Love declared, drawing everyone’s attention to Ricky’s torso.

    Ricky smiled, looking down at her barren chest now.  She arced her back forward, locking it into its new position, so that her new chest would be more pronounced when it arrived.  She took a deep breath, anxiously waiting what was about to happen.

    She didn’t have to wait long again.  Right on time, there was a big BOING sound effect and two A-cup size breasts burst forth.  They pressed gently against her blue t-shirt, making her feel rather tingly as they rubbed against it.

    BOING!!  They rapidly spread out into B-cups; the shirt starting stretch around them.

    BOING!!  She now had C-cups, which the clothing tightly wrapped around, highlighting every luscious and curvy inch of them.

    BOING!! D-cups emerged then, her chest starting to feel the weight of them now as they sagged slightly.  Her shirt also seemed to be having difficult holding them in, her white skin underneath becoming more visible by the stretching fabric.

    BOING!!  The heavy breasts swelled to E-cup size.  Her shirt looked almost painted on at this point, given how it wrapped around her melons.  Her midriff was fully visible as well, the large and impressive mounds using up all the fabric to try in vain at covering them up.

    BOING!!  Her breasts had reached epic proportions in the F-cup range, thankfully stopping growing and now also feeling much lighter for some reason.  The front of her clothing finally lost the battle, tearing down the center, unable to contain the perky and curvaceous breasts held within.

    Ricky’s eyes twinkled with delight, loving her new physique.  She had a great body with big o’boobs and a big butt, lovely white clown skin, a huge clown nose that she took pride in, and silly looking pink clown hair.  She looked amazing.  She felt amazing; perhaps more than she had ever did before in the past.  She… she…

    “OH MY GOODNESS!!” she declared, looking over herself quickly, “This is all wrong!  I… I can’t go out looking like this!”

    Clover looked shocked by that.  She worriedly asked, “What do you mean?  You’re a complete knockout of a clown if there ever was one.”

    “I know that,” the new clown stated, “B-but my outfit!  Look at it!  It’s so… boring and plain!  It doesn’t match the new me at all!  I can’t perform or even be seen like this!”

    Love started laughing, managing to utter, “T-that’s it?  PFFT!  That’s an easy f-fix my dear!  Give… give your big features a good squeeze and let the magic happen!”

    Ricky was a big confused by that, but ultimately did what she was told.  She squeezed her nose first, making it give out a small honk.  However, that solely wasn’t it.  The moment she squeezed it, she instantaneously started wearing earrings.  It was almost as if someone had flipped a light switch and now she was wearing these accessories that were big violet stars, hanging low from her ears.

    She squealed in delight and squeezed her nose a few more times.  A pink choker appeared around her neck, followed by a pink heart-shaped necklace that rested on top of her cleavage.  She also ended up wearing similar looking gloves like the other clowns, but hers were striped with pink and blue-ish violet colors.

    She moved from her nose down to her breasts.  She gave them a good squeeze as well, discovering they also had their own delightful honk sound effect.  Upon squeezing, many small bracelets appeared on her arms, which made a cute and subtle clicking noise when they tapped against each other.  She gripped her chest again, a warm tingly feeling hitting her as another change occurred.  Her shirt was quickly replaced by her own leotard that was colored pink.

    Lastly, she turned her attention to her butt and groped it as well.  She sighed happily, but soon followed it up with a laugh when a whoopee cushion sound effect blared out in response.  She kept squeezing her rear, first changing her pants into a pretty pink tutu.  Then she magically made pink tights and a ballet shoes appear on her as well.  She gave it one last squeeze for the road, even though it was superfluous, and was complete.

    Ricky did a twirl in the sand, her tutu fluttering a bit as she accidentally let go of the hand mirror she had tucked in her armpit.  She let out a giggle, delighted by everything.  She turned and looked between the happy clowns in front of her.  “So comrades,” she cooed, “I feel perfectly clowny and funny now.  Bbbbuuuuuutttt, what do you think?”

    The clowns did a spin themselves, before holding out their hands to her in a pose, as if they were trying to show her off to someone.  “You!” they cheered, “Are!  BEAUT! T!  FUL!  Let’s give it up to the newest member of our troupe, Magic Ballerina!



    There were sounds of cheers and applause, even though there was no one else around that were close to them.  Confetti fell as well and again, it seemed to come from nowhere.  However, she did not care about those small details or the fact they were calling her Magic Ballerina now.  In fact, she loved the sound of that name as much as she loved her new look.

    She hugged them both tightly, her breasts rubbing up against their own.  She warmly chuckled, “You two are the best! Thanks for turning me into this!”

    “Of course!” Love hugged back.

    “We’d do it again in a heartbeat!” Clover smiled, almost smirking.

    Magic smiled brightly, but a thought came to her mind just then.  SHe twiddled her fingers and then nervously asked, “Hey girls… I’m not sure if I’m be presumptuous here, but… after the show… do you mind if I stay like this a bit longer and hang out with you two?  I feel so happy now and I… I just…”

    Both of them hugged her again, giggling at that amusing question.  “Why would we say no Magic?” Love asked, “The answer would always be yes!  You can be a busty clown girl like us for as long as you want!”

    “But first my dear,” Clover interrupted, giving her a big grin, “We need to recruit some more members and then follow it up by teaching you all of our routines.  Gotta do some work first before have some clown fun!”

    Of course,” Magic nodded, “I understand you completely!”  She liked the idea of recruiting more people and having them become fellow clown ballerinas.  Seeing them shed their boring selves and becoming busty silly dancers was exciting in her mind.  To her, volunteering to help these clowns was the best thing she had ever done and it would be an honor to help bring in some more people to be like her now.

    “And now,” Love stated, rubbing her hands together, “Away we go!” With those words, the three vanished in the blink of an eye, almost exactly like how the original two clowns appeared in the first place.  Looking at the spot they once stood, there was not a single trace of them to be found.

    Well, except for the previously used hand mirror that laid in the sand.  It had sadly been left behind, forgotten in all of the excitement and commotion.  The mirror portion of the object slightly glowed pink, almost as if it was calling out to be noticed and picked up.

    Then, as if the heavens had heard its call, a shadow began to cover the dropped item.  The glow stopped as it was bathed in the darkness, having gotten someone’s attention.  A hand reached out then and picked it up…

THE END