Caitlyn had just made her twenty-fifth consecutive basketball shot. She just couldn’t miss.
She had thought when she wrote “perfect aim” on her list of clown traits that it would be
only in regards to her pie throwing abilities. Instead it looked like it extended to anything
she threw. She first realized it when the basketball had rolled over to Jill, Jenny, and
herself while they were playing at recess. One of the boys asked her to throw it back and
she casually tossed it at the hoop and it went in. Nobody could believe it, and after a little
encouragement from Jill and Jenny tried again. No matter where she stood on the court,
even if she wasn’t facing the basket she could not miss if she tried even in the slightest to
aim for it. Finally the boys asked her to play and she had begun to dominate the game.
Jill and Jenny laughed as their clowny friend ran up and down the court her feet squeaking.
Caitlyn was as funny on the court as off. Boys kept tripping over her size 35 feet, and she
would spin the ball on the middle finger of her four-fingered hands. At one point she
farted out her unicycle from her but and peddled and dribbled for a basket. The boys tried
to put up a defense, but whenever they guarded her she would fart and force them to back
up. “Hey no fair!” One boy complained.
“Hey you in my house now!” Caitlyn started, “And all we serve here is ‘shut the heck up’
with a side of ‘pick up yo face!’”
Jill and Jenny laughed as Caitlyn sneezed confetti into another boys face to make a play for
the basket. When she got close she jumped in the air to slam the ball, but being ten she
was way to short to do so. Caitlyn instead started to stretch her arms longer until she was
able to put the ball in the hole and hang from the rim. “Winner boys! Don’t mess with the
basketball queen clown next time!”
All the kids cheered for their clown classmate, used to Caitlyn’s new class clown
personality, but no one cheered harder than Greg. Greg was a jock who had always liked
clowns, and ever since Caitlyn changed into a clown he had begun to crush on her. Now
she was awesome at basketball? He had to hang out with her.
“Hey Caitlyn, “ Greg began as he walked up to Caitlyn and the girls.
“Yes Greg?” Caitlyn asked demurely. She always had a crush on Greg.
“You wanna hang out after school?”
“Do I!?!” Caitlyn yelled while honking her nose. She then realized what she did and
composed herself. “I mean, yeah, I guess so. How about my house?”
“Cool I’ll take the bus home with you.”
“Cool.”
“Cool. See you then,” Greg said as he walked away.
Caitlyn turned to her friends excitedly and began to jump up and down with them. She had
a date with Greg!
At her house Caitlyn introduced Greg to her mom Alice, her brother Mike, and Funzo the
other clown who lived with them. Afterward they went upstairs to play.
“So how did you get all clowny?” Greg asked.
“My mom rubbed a special ointment on my feet and over a week I changed into a clown.”
“You like it?”
“Hell Yeah! I get to act silly all the time, and nobody really says anything when I burp and
fart anymore!” And as if to prove her point Caitlyn issued forth an ear-shattering burp
followed by a rank fart.
“Cool!”
“I know!”
“You have any other ointments?”
“Yeah. Come with me and we’ll get them.” Greg followed Caitlyn to her mother’s room
where Caitlyn picked up the ointments. Each tube was half empty now. They then went
back to her room.
Greg looked over the different ointments and the muscle growth ointment caught his eye.
“Hey Caitlyn does this really grow muscles?”
“Yep,” She smiled. “Whatever ones you rub it on.”
“I’d like big muscles, the bigger the better.”
“Cool! I’ll show you how to water it down so it doesn’t last forever.”
“No, I want it to last.”
“Why, you’ll be huge and stuff.”
“So? Don’t you like being a clown?”
“Well, yeah.”
“So I want to have big muscles.”
“Okay. I get you. I would hate if all of a sudden I went back to how I was. I would never
be happy again if I wasn’t a clown,” Caitlyn told Greg with a honk of her nose. “Take off
your clothes, they’re not gonna fit afterwards. I’ll get a shirt and pants from my brother’s
room. They’re not gonna be pretty though.”
Greg smiled at his beautiful clown girl, and moved one of her pink ringlets behind her ear.
“Whatever.”
When Caitlyn came back with the clothes Greg was down to his underwear. Greg was built
like an average athletic 10-year-old. Caitlyn smiles shyly as she took the tube from Greg
and began to rub the ointment in. Soon Greg’s muscles began to grow bigger. After a few
seconds they were twice their former size.
“Bigger,” Greg told Caitlyn.
“”No problem.” Caitlyn smiled. She started to rub the ointment on Greg when she farted.
She looked at Greg embarrassed. Greg just smiled and kissed her on the nose. Caitlyn
smiled back and continued to rub the ointment on Greg.
An hour went by when Greg’s mother showed up at the house to pick him up. Alice called
the two down so Greg could leave. Caitlyn slid down the rail and landed on her big butt.
The compression squeezed a loud fart out of her butt.
“Where’s Greg honey?” Alice asked.
Caitlyn just smiled and looked up to the top of the stairs. “Oh he’s coming.”
Greg stood at the top. He was in Mike’s clothes, but they barely fit. Greg was huge his
arms were 36 inches, legs 40 inches, chest 58 inches, forearms 30 inches, calves 32 inches.
His lats were so big he couldn’t put his arms to his side, and his traps came to the top of
his neck. Greg was a waling wall of muscle.
“Gregory?” His mom whispered.
“Yeah mom,” Greg replied while flexing his bicep, making Caitlyn swoon a little.
“Are you okay?”
“Never better.”
“Well…say goodbye…I guess…”
Greg turned to Caitlyn and grasped her four-fingered hand in his.
“Goodbye…girlfriend.”
“Goodbye…boyfriend.”
Then they kissed goodbye.