The Clown Girl

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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Zeydaan huffed, heading to the kitchen in her home, although the shifter, currently in anthro wolf form, didn't feel like she had all that much to do that day. Maybe a cup of tea would help them feel a little more settled, but they were not sure at all about that, her fae wings fluttering on her back. Those could come and go as she willed it, but Zeydaan's mind was elsewhere that day.

Thump.

"Huh?"

Zeydaan paused near the front door, delayed from reaching the kitchen, though she had not been expecting a delivery that day. Strangely enough, there had been no sound on the other side of the door either to suggest the postman (or woman -- they changed rounds frequently!) was there, almost as if the package had been slipped through by a ghostly hand.

She laughed at herself, the bubble of mirth in her chest at least settling them somewhat. At least it brought a little more interest to her day and, bare but for a loose T-shirt and dark jeans that were long enough to drag on the ground around her hind paws, Zeydaan investigated, padding over.

Picking up the package, she turned it over in her paws, shook it and shrugged. Well, there was no sense in not opening it, though she only needed a single claw, deftly used, to open it, sliding the flap of the light brown package open. It was small enough to fit through the letterbox but strangely crinkled too, as if it had been in transit for quite a while.

"How odd..."

The murmur was mostly under their breath, though Zeydaan didn't reveal the answer to the mystery at all when then pulled a long, red hat out of the bag. It tapered to a rounded point at the end and, in a way, kind of looked like something an elf would wear. Shaking her head, Zeydaan put it on and flipped the end back over her head, where it dangled down towards her buttocks, reaching the small of her back.

And then Zeydaan stiffened, gasping as a shot of pure energy lanced through their body.

"Oof!"

She grunted, but there was nothing she could do as the hat sucked at her powers, forcing and bending them to its will -- but it was just a hat! The wolf shifter squirmed and tried to get free, heaving and grunting as she just about managed to lift one hind paw tediously from the ground, magical gravity screaming at them the whole time and pulling them back down.

But it was much harder to fight as pleasure warmed them through, heat in her cheeks under her dark fur, though it was not destined to be dark for long. As she groaned, trying to at least shake or move her head of her own free will, her fur flattened to her skin, softly melding into it. Zeydaan's fingers twitched and ached to rub over her face, though her fingers too were subject to the same, her claws sucking back up and into her fingertips with a strange pinching sensation that reminded them of when she put pressure on the back of her claw bearing down. Somehow, it made them want to lean into the feeling all the more, which made no sense at all.

Slowly, her body shifted, the shapeshifter staggering on awkward, heavy feet to the hallway mirror. They huffed and panted, chest heaving as much as Zeydaan felt it could in the moment, like something was tightening around their chest, pressing in and demanding she push back against it. But her face was paler as she stared into the mirror, her fur flattening to her body and becoming a new kind of skin.

Oh dear...

Yet Zeydaan could not feel too badly towards her transformation, a wry grin briefly pulling at her lips. The wolf's lips stretched, turning a shade of red she'd never been before -- not in that form -- and looked like she had lipstick on. Her tail picked up, brightening in colour, though Zeydaan could barely flick it to the side enough to catch sight of it in the mirror.

"Oof... This... Mmph!"

She grunted and tried to turn side-on to the mirror, but her feet bloated out, feeling oddly hot and swollen in their comfortable shoes. They'd only been wearing trainers, but even her clothing shifted and adjusted before her eyes, slowly growing to fit a pair of oversized feet that were no longer all the much like hind paws.

Zeydaan huffed and giggled, having the presence of mind to roll her eyes at the situation she found themselves in. If she'd thought a little more, she would have caught on to the transformation trigger! But it was not so bad as her lips twitched in a grin and the transformation drew from nearby energy, the long, red had wiggling at the tip where it was still perched on her head. Yet it would not move, even if she'd thought to try to take it off, so Zeydaan allowed the transformation to run its course.

With her chest rising, it filled out her shirt, however loose and comfortable it'd been before. She laughed a little again, the bubble of it warped only by her transformation as Zeydaan swung her weight back and forth from one foot to the other. Her shoes changed colour, becoming smooth and clown-like, the fronts rounded so there was no semblance of her toes pressing against it.

Her shaft, however, was not to be denied, for the transformation affected even that part of her, forcing it to swell and press up against the front of her clothes, trying to bulge out. Zeydaan laughed and pushed it down with both hands, yet it didn't help at all. Her member throbbed, trapped within her clothes, even as she pulled more tightly around her body, though Zeydaan could not evade the rippling tension so easily.

"Ooohhh-hoo-hooo!"

Her laugh came out more clown-like and Zeydaan tried lifting one foot, even though they were unsteady and wobbled comically. That, however, seemed in line with the transformation effect and the magic allowed it, even as her hips bloated out along with her thighs. Slowly but surely, their body swelled to fit the new "clownish" figure she was gaining, though she could at least see how it all fit together.

"Oof, this is... a bit much..."

They shuddered and stumbled away from the mirror, her eyes remaining mostly in place but growing wider and rounder, almost cuter. Within her clothes, her shaft swelled and throbbed, gaining centimetres with every couple of seconds that passed, as if it was drawing on ever-increasing pleasure with every tempting ache that pulsed through her body. With every step, her oversized, red shoes squeaked and Zeydaan could not help but giggle, stomping a little harder to exaggerate the squeaking, a hand going absently to her chest.

She was no stranger to breasts, of course, but that pair was much larger than anything Zeydaan would have boasted in any of her forms. With a laugh on her lips, she ran her hands over them, swaying while she got used to her shifting centre of gravity, but they just kept growing. Bigger than C-cups, larger than D-cups, straining against the front of her shirt while it pulled around them.

The magic took charge, however, as her jeans were caught by it and pulled up and up her body, transforming into overalls. The straps flipped up and latched over their shoulders, though there was no pressure as they grew with her, allowing their waist to thicken too, filling out clothes that grew with them. The tension released somewhat, but that was only from the pull of the clothes in places that really could have used more room: the ache of her member was still there as arousal bloomed.

Her ears twitched, poking up through holes in the hat, but, when Zeydaan grabbed at them, rubbing over the familiar shape, she found them to be thicker and fluffier than before. Whereas her face was smoother and paler, with clown-like make-up, they kept some features, like a tail and years, that she was familiar with. But her face had not smoothed down all the way, to become human-like, but reminded them a little more of her fey-dragon form in the tuck of the nose, losing the soft, moist wolf-ish definition there.

"Ooooh..."

The stairs to the next floor were nearby, leading off from the downstairs hallway where she'd been when her transformation had begun, but Zeydaan had no intention of climbing them. Not as her suddenly fluffy, blue tail swung back and forth, giggling and snorting at her folly.

"Ah-hah-hee! Ha-hah-ho!"

The higher pitch of their voice amused them even further as she swung around, sitting on the third step of the stairs and kicking their legs out before them. With the swell of her body and much wider hips, the staircase that was so familiar to them suddenly seemed small and tight, not suited to her growing form.

With such clown-ish features, however, and her hair darkening to a rich, deep shade of pink, Zeydaan grinned, feeling freer than she ever had done before. Her heart leapt, mirth mingling with embarrassment -- but was that really something she could focus on at a time like that? It was all just so funny, her shaft aching even as she tried to rub it through her clothes. Yet it didn't quite seem up to her to decide quite what she did with her transforming body and she laughed, lightness spreading through her with a soft, honey-like glow, her fingers outstretched as the form of white gloves, or close enough, knitted around her hands.

"Ah-hah-hah!"

It was better to laugh, even with a glow of embarrassment still in her cheeks, her thighs and buttocks plumping out as she stumbled into the living room for a little more space. As the magic curled through her, tingling and prodding for change, her overalls pulling up to reveal striped socks diving into her clown shoes. She wobbled and laughed as they squeaked, yet Zeydaan still could not resist a pump of her hips, shuddering as her body reacted to an overload of stimulation.

For could there be anything as erotic as a transformation? She moaned and almost dropped to the carpet, though the living room was spacious enough for her to catch herself on the arm of the sofa in time. As her shaft throbbed, trapped where she could not get to it, she palmed it through her clothes and gasped aloud.

Her lips remained parted as an orgasm crashed through her, though it was not to be the end of it all. No, it was only the beginning as a storm whipped through her, like her body was being tossed through the winds of it, but it was all as she wanted it to be. Even if the transformation had been a surprise, she groaned aloud in sheer delight as her orgasm was spent -- and then another ripped through her.

Her shoulders pushed back that time, putting her large breasts on display even more than before, laughing giddily through her cries of lust. What else could she want, other than fun? Getting off was fun! So, she should do it more.

Her mind softened, easing into a lighter way of being, though Zeydaan would have called it "clown brained" if they were still in their right mind. There was no longer any wolfish features to her face and the tease of embarrassment lingered on the edges of her mind with a prickling warmth glowing down her neck -- but it somehow no longer seemed all that important anymore.

What was important was the pleasure of it all, how she squeaked around her living room with a big, red nose on her face, her pink hair spilling down and almost getting in her eyes -- but not quite. Despite her cock throbbing through her overalls, passion twisting her through orgasm after orgasm that should have shattered even clown-sense from her mind, her swelling boobs still drew her attention.

As Zeydaan giggled and laughed, light of heart, her breasts pushed in a pour of white, as if they too, perhaps, bore the clownish face-paint (perhaps she would find out later how exactly all that came to be). They swelled and swelled, rising above the overalls as if the article of clothing was acting as a bra, but it did a very poor job of containing them. Swinging around as if she was putting on a show -- but it was only for herself -- the clown girl laughed and honked her nose, the resultant "squeak" only making her laugh all the more.

"Ah-hee-hee-hee!"

Even her voice took on yet another higher pitch as the last vestiges of the transformation settled into her. Her shaft ached and she swept both hands up it, feeling the outline it made through her clothes. Her clothes were not as tight down there as they had been when she'd been transforming -- but it still felt different, like it should have been let out to play. Zeydaan, however, seemed to have reduced dexterity.

No matter how she pawed at her overalls or even her breasts, she couldn't seem to release either one. Where were the fastenings? Oh, how silly!

She laughed even as her blue-furred tail flicked behind her, not quite wagging but her body trembling with glee, the clown brushing the back of her hand across her forehead. Zeydaan may not have known how to get out of her predicament, but there was something about everything that simply made her want to laugh and laugh.

Could it all really be that serious? Zeydaan hardly thought so -- especially as she pressed her hand into her cock through her clothes again, yet another wave of lust washing through her with the delight of orgasm.

No... No, she'd enjoy her new clown girl form, at least for a while. After all, it was not as if she had any idea of how to get back to normal.

And who cared about that, anyway?