You run off as quickly as you could to get away from the clown.
Ducking behind a tent you find a bench to sit down on and upon sitting down the bench collapses and you put your face in your hands and begin to cry.
A big meaty paw comes down on your shoulder and when you look up to see who it was it was the tattooed man looking down on you.
What's up big guy he asks you.
The clown did this to me.
The one with the red hair or the one with the wide yellow pants?
The one with the red hair.
Yea he is a bit of an asshole.
Come with me.
You wonder if you can trust him but he might be your only hope so you get up and waddle your way behind him. Soon you find yourself following him into a tent you see the strong man there.
What am I doing here.
Well you can't be seen like that.
You see in a mirror that your dong is hanging out. Fortunately the hair hides it pretty good. If you were less furry you would have turned bright red but this fur was hiding your embarrassment.
The strong man takes a pair of speedos like trunks from his drawers and tosses at you.
Being a strong man he is still quite beefy but even as big as these trunks were they were a hard pull to hide your groin area.
Now lets see what we can do with that little twits game.
You follow the strong man and the tattooed man off to another tent and sit you down in the middle.
The tattooed man left and brought back a table to set in front of you.
You try to get up but the strong man holds you steady.
The flap in the tent opens and the first of a parade of carnival food vendors comes through with carts of their greasy, sugary, deep fried foods.
Eat. Commands the tattooed man.
I thought you were going to help me.
I am. Now eat.
You take a bite and you feel the first bit of fur fall from your body.
As you eat more you feel more and more fall from your body.
Maybe he is helping you.
As one cart is emptied after another you do feel yourself growing larger and larger but you feel at least you no longer have the fur on your body except for a full beard dangling down to your chest. You think maybe you can work all that weight off.
The trunks you came in with had burst off long ago and as you stand up you feel the air flow against your now ample butt.
The tattooed man brings out a floral print table cloth and hands it to you.
Put it on. He demands.
A table cloth?
That's no table cloth it's a moo moo.
I'm no girl.
No your not but you are going to play the fat bearded lady now.
Your eyes begin to tear up as you realize that this was their plan all along. They needed a bearded lady and fat lady and they got it all in one. Your cock was so buried in fat that no one would ever know you weren't a woman and you now had boobs. They weren't man boobs they were full fledged boobs.