“My clit is the size of a freaking golf ball?” Kelsey exclaimed as she lightly fingered it. Her eyes went cross-eyed as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. “Maybe that’s a good thing?” she chuckled as she pulled the rest of her clothes off and climbed in the shower, a shower she desperately needed after her long day.
Finishing her shower Kelsey patted herself dry, careful to avoid her newly enlarged clit because she didn’t want to go weak in the knees and be found drooling on the bathroom floor. She looked herself over; a huge swollen person disguised as a clown, and idea she once upon a time she would have absolutely stabbed a person to make a reality, and frowned. “This isn’t as fun as I always thought it would be.” She turned sideways and took a look at her newly enhanced bust. She looked like a beach ball with two halves of a volleyball glued to her where breasts would be located. “Just another biggest clown in the world moment,” she sighed as she slapped her newly big tits.
She waddled to her room draped in a towel over her bulbous body and tied up around her hair and scratched her ass, before letting out a loud, almost comical, fart. “Whew, the end of the day and they smell more like beans than cotton candy,” she honked her nose. She stretched and yawned and fell on her bed and by the time her toweled head hit the pillow she was already snoring like a cartoon character.
“Kelsey! Wake up!” her mother yelled, making the queen of clowns wipe the sleep from her eyes, “You have a birthday party in 3 hours, and you need to get dressed and go over your routines!”
“Fine mom!” Kelsey yelled as she took her pillow and buried her face in it before letting out a cathartic scream, except it wasn’t as cathartic as it should have been. Kelsey washed her face and cleaned up, again taking care to watch out for her clit. She sighed and decided she needed to somehow ad this so that her clothes rubbing on it didn’t make her a drooling orgasming mess. A towel laying on her bed carefully situated in her big granny clown panties was the best she could come up with.
She threw on a pair of tight white clown tights to help keep the towel in place as much as he could. She threw on a pair of huge red mary janes with yellow highlights. A white spandex long sleeved shirt clung to every (new) curve of her body while a blue and green thigh length skirt situated over it with a yellow apron. A pair of yellow, four-fingered, clown gloves were pulled on her hands, before she touched up her makeup and threw a giant yellow beret on top of her pink wooly haired head. “Okay, lets go see what routines these people want for today.” She picked a foot up off the floor and let out another of her farts, a long booming one that rattle the windows stinking of cotton candy. “Early morning farts are the best smelling farts.”