Kyle flexed his sausage like fingers, frowning at his new clown hands. If what Sam was saying was true he was now changed forever into a clown. He looked at the smiling Sam’s face and repeated what he asked her earlier, “You can’t change me back?”
Sam looked annoyed and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, “And like I said, ‘no.’ And like I said we did it because you were always staring at us like some little creep. Now the whole world will see what a loser you are, and we’ll have someone to do whatever we tell them to do!”
“Why would I ever do anything for any of you?” Kyle began to cry, his tears arching away from his face like a cartoon’s.
“Because,” Rebecca said teasingly, “How’s a clown like you going to be able to do anything remotely normal?”
“Yeah,” Cassie concurred, “You think anyone is going to take a clown seriously? Or believe your money is real?”
“What if I call the cops?” Kyle stomped his giant clown foot and becoming embarrassed when it made a loud “BOING!” sound.
“Is there some law that says you can’t turn a creepy guy into a clown?” Sam smirked. “And it’s your word against all of ours that you didn’t ask for it. And we’re hot girls while you’re a creepy clown who was a creepy guy!”
“He would stare at me while I changed in the locker room,” A brown haired girl named Keisha put the back of her hand to her forehead and cried mockingly
“He tried to steal my underwear more than once, your honor,” a hot red head named Karen pleaded to the imaginary judge.
“We’ve kind of got our stories together, CHUCKLES,” Sam smiled condescendingly. Kyle’s mouth trembled, as he realized not only could he spend the rest of his life as a clown, but also as an alleged pervert. One was bad both were devastating. Sam simply smiled and honked Kyle’s clown nose, which sounded like a miniature foghorn. “Now massage my feet clown boy!”
Sam bounced over to the bed and sat down, extending her left leg out towards Kyle. She waited for him to take her foot into his big clown hands and when he was slow to do it she cocked an eyebrow and wiggled her toes. Kyle took them into his trembling hand and began to massage Sam’s foot. His larger fingers mad eth massage even better than normal, and for a second Sam wished she had changed his sooner because she felt so good from his big clown touch.
Kyle watched Sam squirm under his touch and moan in pleasure. He was going to ask what next when Sam pushed her other foot into his face. This repeated until all five girls had their feet massaged. Nervously Kyle, afraid of the answer, asked, “What now?”
“Now?” Sam taunted Kyle, “Now Chuckles, you entertain us. I want to see you juggle.”
“I want to see you make some balloon animals,” Karen smirked.
“I want to see you tell some jokes,” Cassie smiled.
“I wanna see you suffer!” Rebecca smiled evilly.
Kyle took a step back as the girls closed in around him. He turned away form them and closed his eyes, desperate for something to help him. He heard the girls yell in commotion and opened his eyes. Looking around he saw the girls had been knocked backwards onto their butts, and what had knocked them back was his hugely inflated body, he was like a 5 and a half foot tall beach ball with hands, feet, and a head. “What the Hell?” Sam said as she scurried to her feet. Kyle belly bumped her back to the ground, and turned to escape.
He quickly waddled towards the door, his body deflating as he went. He hoped the girls wouldn’t bring up where the air flowed out of him. He reached the door and turned the doorknob only to see…