carnival setting · clown · fat fetish · horror · surreal · cruel · ringmaster · transformation · grotesque · supernatural
Dusk bled into night as carnival lights flickered. you and friends slipped past gates, air thick with sugar. Cartoonish clowns with impossible, massive proportions strutted by, cooing about becoming balloons. Nervous laughter faded as they sampled addictive treats. With every bite, bodies swelled—clothing strained, bellies pressed hard. Suddenly, gates slammed shut, locked by giant mechanisms too high to reach. Clowns appeared, bouncing on huge rears. One friend was instantly inflated into a million-pound sphere. you, now 1,000 pounds and alone, felt her legs thicken. Three districts loomed ahead: Mirrors, Feasts, Doom. The Ringmaster watched from above, rubbing her massive assets on mic. “Waddle, my fatties! Let the games begin!” you waddled forward, determined.