The two girls moved on to Mr. Simmons's art gallery, wher he kept a whole collection of paintings of clowns, including many by Red Skelton. Edward Simmon's coleection also contained various costumes, noses, shoes, and even tube of makeup that belonged to famous clowns such as Lou Jacobs, Emment Kelly, and the Grimelli brothers.
The had just finished dusting the exhibits when the heard a British accent. "Ladies, Master Simmons wishes to inform you it is time for your lunch." Lena and Summer turned and saw Smedley, the butler. Like them, Smedley had to work dressed as a clown-in this case a hobo. Yet despite the patched and torn tuxedo he wore, despite the painted on beard and big red nose, despite the small battered black derby he wore on his bald head, Smedley carried himself with the full dignity and refined manners of the English butler he was.
Lena and Summer eagerly waddled after Smedly to the kitchen. The best thing about this job, besides getting to dress like clowns, was the food. Everyday they got to eat fine French cuisine, and today was no exception: canard aux cherines, buttered asparagus, endive salad, camebert cheese, and a glass of fine chardone.
As the two clown maids ate, Smedley watched as their bodies changed. Their breasts expanded; Summer's a litter bigger, almost-but not quite-to porn-star size. Their rear ends seated behind the counter blew up like balloons, and their hips became full and plump. Smedley even thought he heard the sound of balloons inflating coming from their feet, as if they were growing to fit their shoes.
They finished eating and downed their wine. "Miesur Zmedley," Lena said, "when you zee Monsiour Zimmons again, tell him thiz cuisine was most magnifique!" Her French accent sounded real, not faked-and her voice was a soft squeaky soprano.
"Oui," added Summer. The two clown maids rose from their seats and waddled out back to work. She sounded a little deeper, like a female Bullwinkle.
Smedley giggled quietly to himself, as much in pleasure as the usual impulse, while he wtched the two girls' bubble butts wiggle as they walked. Master Simmons's experiment had worked perfectly on them. As the master's first experiments had worked on Smedley himself. Soon, they could begin phase two of their plan.