Witch’s Curse: Clown TF
Never insult a witch, just take it from Jerry
Here he is from just yesterday, where had made this very mistake of blurting out his bigoted opinion that “women just ain’t funny, lads” while laughing with his mates Hugh and Grant at the pub. Maggie the witch overheard this and decided to teach the pompous little man a lesson.
She walked directly up to him and pinched his cute, little nose. Jerry heard her mutter. “Clown you are, clown you'll be” before she let go of him and strode away. On the skin where her fingertips had been was left a shiny red colouring. Grant looked at Jerry “What the Hell was that crazy bitch doing? Oi! There's some shit on your nose Jerrz”
Totally wierded out by the encounter, Jerry reached up to his nose, but where he should have felt warm skin, instead was cool, smooth rubber. “The fuck?, I'ma gonna go wash this off”.
As he searched for the pub bathroom, the red splotch was spread across his nose, his nostrils simultaneously shrinking smaller and smaller. By the time he finally reached the bathroom, they were but two pinpricks, and in an instant, gone, fully closed up. Despite this Jerry could still smell. Just as his nostrils disappeared, his nose started ballooning up, Jerry stared into the mirror, too shocked to move as his formerly dainty nose grew bulbous, ballooning out into a large, circular, red, clowns nose.
Without thinking, he pushed on his new nose, which gave a tiny *squeak*. Jerry pressed it again, and again and again, every press slowly transforming his face. Tacky, thickly slathered make-up blanketed his skin. His beard thinned, then fell out entirely but simultaneously his hair grew out, becoming frizzy and a highly artificial green color. This shocked him out of his trance ‘The fuck, is that me...?’ Jerry thought, staring at his queer reflection. He felt a warm feeling in his stomach, and then what felt like a burp coming up his throat. Only when it arrived, instead of a belch, Jerry heard himself chuckle, which then became a deep laugh. With each uncontrollable heave, Jerry's voice changed, rising and rising until it was high-pitched and goofy. The changes progressed down his body as it convulsed in laughter, each desperate breath in expanding his belly, the air becoming layers of fat that left it so comically large, that his shirt tore right off of him, while as the rest of his previously toned body thinned out, hard-earned layers of muscle vanishing.
Atop Jerry’s bare belly appeared, tight, fluorescent pink costume, orange ruffles emerging from the collar and sleeves.
“What did that bitch do to me!? I'm becoming a clown!”
As the transformation reached his crotch, Jerry began to feel he cock grow and grow, feeling his taught organ expanding in width and length. It was one of the most pleasurable erections that he had ever felt, and it just kept on growing on and on. Soon he felt his cock emerge out of his, bright pink baggy pants, but what he saw triumphantly poking out from his underwear was entirely unfamiliar. It wasn't his cock that Jerry saw (at least not anymore), but a long, green plastic balloon. Unable to resist the pleasure emanating from this long appendage, Jerry reached down and grabbed the balloon.
tugging it right off of his crotch. “Clowns are kid friendly, hahugh!” He heard himself say in his new, wacky voice. His hands were on autopilot twisting and stretching the balloon until it entirely unintentionally came the shape of a giraffe, all the while still feeling every single stroke and rub on the balloon send waves of orgasmic pleasure over him so strongly it was undistinguishable from being sucked off,
Jerry was so enamored in his pleasuring that he didn't even notice his feet expanding. They grew growing to comical proportions breaking out his shoes to , becoming nearly a meter in length, with bright, unfunctional clown shoes appearing over them . Jerry's clownification was not complete, though.
His body was a full clown but he still needed to think like one.
His brain shrank, memories melting away, all his loves and hates and his education all gone forever, everything that made Jerry Jerry disappeared. It was the fat red nose that was now what held the brain of Booza the clown, so small it was good for nothing aside from bad puns, cliché jokes jokes and slapstick.
Gone was Jerry, and in his place Booza the crazy clown
