Damon feels a weird, bizarre sensation coursing through his body, like his stomach feels bloated and a strange tingling in his face and his feet. “What-what’s happening to me?” he wails, in a deep, goofy sounding voice.
With a smirk the ringmaster pulls out a full-length mirror from out of nowhere. “Have a look.”
Unable to move, Damon watches as his reflection shows him gaining at least sixty pounds, causing the waistband of his jeans to burst, unable to hold his massive beer gut. His sneakers explode as his feet lengthen to a size nineteen while his toes become as wide as a snow-shovel.
On Damon’s plump face, white form around his eyes and mouth as the rest of the young man’s complexion becomes a ruddy pink. Thick black lines top the ovals around Damon’s eyes which stretch to his forehead, giving him a surprised look. Damon’s lips stretch into a wide silly grin and turned black, making his mouth look like it is always open. Red blush forms around Damon’s muzzle and cheeks, with tree black freckles on each.
Then a more dramatic change happens. Damon’s nose turns a deep red and balloons to a sphere the size of a plum, and his hair becomes a dark blue. Said hair thickens and curls into a bushy afro style which is short lived-to Damon’s horror despite his young age the hair on top retreated into his scalp, leaving a thick curly fringe around a bare pink pate.
Now the remains of Damons clothes morphed and reshaped to fit his new body. The ruined jeans become wide and baggy enough to hang loosely even around his fat waist, with the legs a quarter to short, enough to show his now red and white striped socks. Daman’s shirt likewise reshapes into a baggy collared yellow shirt with red buttons and a puffy blue bow tie while his ruined sneakers become pancake-toed red and yellow clown shoes. As a final touch, blue fingerless gloves appear on his hands.
Finally able to move, Damon feels his nose. It’s not a rubber or plastic ball, it’s his actual nose. He gives it a pull. HONK! Damon feels the top of his head; his fingers touch bare, smooth skin. ‘Oh no,’ he thinks in horror, ‘I’m bald!’
He really is a clown. A fat, bald auguste clown.
“Change me back!” he cries in that deep, goofy voice he now has.
“No can do,” the ringmaster replies. “The change is irreverasable. And besides-.” and now Damon feels his mind go hazy....