You present yourself at the circus tent, somehow, you know what to do, and instantly begin entertaining the audience picking up the heaviest bars you've ever seen, pulling trucks with your bare hands, calling volunteers and lifting a dozen of people by raising one of the row seats above your head, much to the surprise of everyone.
The injections prove to be working, as with every feat you feel and experience your muscles throbbing and expanding, your clothes feeling tight against your massive pecs, wide frame, and the pillars of muscle that you have for legs.
Your biggest feat proves to be wrestling an elephant to the ground, the massive beast couldn't even push you an inch before you toppled it over with ease.
It's clear that you're one of the strongest beings on the planet.
Taking a shower and going to your cabin, you try to sleep after the long show you've given. However, you suddenly wake up to a wet, warm sensation between your legs, and a slurping noise.
Lifting your sheets, you see one of the clown girls, gorgeous with her long neon pink hair, her white makeup, and big pink nose, suckling gently on your cock. The massive log of meat barely fits in her mouth, but she wants it all.
You let her continue as you lay on your bed staring at the ceiling, enjoying the sensation.
Much of your life is now like this, throwing an spectacle, returning to the dressing room or your cabin, and getting laid with any of the clown girls or one of the women of the audience that wants to know Mr. Pump up and personal.
You can't even count how many women you've had sex with, being the embodiment of everything masculine has it's perks.
After a few months, you form your own harem of clown girls, some of them with a big belly, carrying your children.
Many audience women also left the circus impregnated by you, your masculine clown sperm claiming their eggs with minimal effort.
You lay on bed with your woman, the first clown girl to enjoy your footlong clown cock that special night after your first show, Kitzi.
You make out with her as you rub her large round belly.
She is carrying your first son, the child of the strongest, manliest clown in the world, Mr. Pump, and you've claimed this circus as your domain.