Chad didn't see who spoke, he didn't want to be seen. He wanted to escape. He turned and started to runaway.
SQUEAK!
SQUEAK!
What was that?
SQUEAK!
Chad looked down at his big rubber feet, every step he took they squeaked.
He tripped and did a somersault across the field house floor accompanied by more squeaks as his now rubberized body bounced along the floor. His crotch head was laughing, "What'd I tell ya, he's a natural clown! Did you see that pratfall! Damn, he's dense as a brick, couldn't figure out that his feet were making the squeaky noise, and run at the same time!"
Chad rolled over on to his swollen butt, and discovered it had a built in whoopy cushion.
"Seriously? My ass is a whoopee cushion?" Chad asked in disgust.
"Come on, didn't you ever want to runaway and join the circus, Chad?"
"NO!" answered Chad.
"Well, you're going to now. Career options for a two headed clown are rather limited." said the head.
"How do I?" asked Chad, as a thought occurred to him. He grabbed the red ball nose on the face of his second head, and tried to pull it off. A wave of pleasure shuddered through him, and he came. His hand was covered with snot or cum, but the nose remained firmly planted on his twin face.
"Nice try, boy. Hope it was as good for you, as it was for me," said the second head. "See I was supposed to be up top, and controlling you, but instead of putting the nose over your own nose, you had to be cute. Do you think I like being a crotch jockey? Seriously!" moaned the crotch head.
"Yeah, you are seriously fucked up," said the other voice with a sigh.
The person was dressed like a ring master in a red long tailed coat with white pants and a black top hat. The light shaded the person's face, but the voice sounded familiar.
"Oh, well, I guess I'll have to make do...." said the ringmaster stepping into the light.