Ryan couldn't help but be drawn to the large red clown shoes.
Having grown up with coulrophobia (the fear of clowns), he thought that by somehow wearing these shoes, he could overcome his irrational phobia.
He picked up the shoes and began walking towards the back of the store to where the changing rooms were located. As he walked through the aisles, he noticed people staring at the shoes as he walked past. Some were somber, disappointed that he had found the shoes first, others stared in shock, seemingly aghast that he would be so bold to pick up such strange, large shoes, and others stared at the shoes with lust, momentarily glancing up at him holding them, trying to size him up.
Ryan finally reached the end of the aisles and entered the changing room. Sitting down in front of the full-length mirror, he inspected the shoes. They were made of red leather with yellow laces. They reminded him of that fast food mascot! Being such a fanatic of burgers, Ryan couldn't help but smile.
He decided to take the plunge and insert his right foot into the massive shoe. After tying the shoe, he wiggled his toes around, surprised at how comfortable they fit. After inserting his left foot and tying that one, Ryan stood up and began waddling a bit around. Gosh, while they felt big on the outside, they didn't feel like the massive size 30's he knew they were. he began to feel around for his toes at the front of the shoe. Ryan took his white-gloved hand and poked around; he could feel his toes at the front? They fit like a glove! Wait, when did he have gloves on?
Ryan stared at his seemingly massive feet in the red shoes and his now white-gloved hands in shock. Something weird was happening. Ryan began to reach for the door as he keeled over in pure ecstasy. It felt as though waves of orgasmic pleasure were being sent out from his feet. He tried reaching to untie his shoes but every time he even touched the shoes, the pleasure overwhelmed him.
Ryan's skin began to tingle and the pigment was erased and his body hair fell out, leaving him milky white and silky smooth. He could do nothing but moan as he saw white and red striped socks sprout from his shoes, stretching up his legs. A jumpsuit began to materialize over his body, covering his shorts and t-shirt ensemble. His hair began to also change, growing wild and uncontrollable. Although he once couldn't see his brown hair. His new hairdo stuck out in front of him far enough for him to see. It began turning red! He reached up to touch it and realized that it was a red afro.
The orgasmic waves continued as he began to feel them resonate in his stomach. He began to bloat out. Filling the jumpsuit with his new, chubby body. His calves filled out the socks and his thighs began to push against the jumpsuit. His ass was not spared and provided a lovely cushion for him to sit on as he continued to moan. His stomach pushed out, seemingly becoming a beach ball against his stomach. His chest began to sag too, his nipples becoming bloated and tender. His arms became balls of fat.
Ryan couldn't help but cry looking at his appearance in the mirror. He was deathly afraid of clowns, and he was now becoming one. A fat one, at that.
As he stared in the mirror, still quivering from the orgasmic waves, he began to realize that this might not be so bad. He began to laugh. As he laughed, his face began to morph. A huge bulbous red nose sprouted out and face paint materialized on his features, exaggerating them into clownish proportions. A voice shouted in his mind that this was not who he was, that he hated clowns, but Ryan couldn't care less now. He was a clown, and he was happy.
Ryan exited the changing room, walking past the fellow shoppers and out the front door. Determined to make more people in the world happy like him. His first target being...