Clown Escapades: Pet Pig (Patreon)

WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Female Gassy Pig TF and Fly TF

WORDS: 3000

A confrontation with a strange clown woman, gives three women a chance to see things differently as a gassy, obese pig and a pair of fart addicted flies.

This story was for an anonymous commissioner.

Commission Info: https://href.li/?http://eyebeast.deviantart.com/journal/Commission-Info-615442807

Pig icon created by the TheMerryWolf: https://bsky.app/profile/themerrywolf.bsky.social

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            With only the last few hours of daylight illuminating the path through the woods, Marsha led the charge towards the massive, red and yellow tent in the distance. Her quick footsteps flung black her neck-length, blonde hair to go along with the fluttering skirt of her pink dress. Though her appearance was fitting as her status as a beauty vlogger, the outfit didn’t mean much to her at the moment. Her entire being was currently set on getting revenge on the person who had so thoroughly humiliated her.

            “I’m telling you, it’s not worth it,” Tonya spoke up, her own locks of long, black hair shaking as she tried to keep pace. “No one believes that the video is real,” she continued, looking like a blur of red with her flannel jacket as she ran in front of Marsha. “We can just follow myth that it’s nothing more than AI-generated junk to make you look bad. Everyone will write it off as a fake within a month at worst.”

            “But WE know it’s real,” Marsha shouted back in an effort to get her supposed friend to move. “And WE know that this kind of treatment shouldn’t be punished. Isn’t that right, Dione?”

            Turning around, Marsha and Tonya spotted their friend casually following behind them. Before the incident, the woman with curly, brown hair had been a nervous wreck. Now, her slim form trembled more with excitement rather than terror as she stepped forward, purposefully adorned in a ratty t-shirt and shorts.

            “D=do you think she’ll remember us?” Dione asked, the smile on her face unsettling to her companions.

            “I would hope so,” Marsha replied, her own anger helping her to ignore the signs of danger as she pushed past Tonya. “I’ll make sure that painted bitch knows not to mess with us.”

            For all of Marsha’s bravado, there was a noticeable chill through the group as they approached the tent. Marching past a sign marked with the words “ANIMAL SHOW”, the blonde kept on going. Pleased with a stray thought floating in her mind, Dione followed swiftly before the tent flap could fully close. Tonya attempted to stay outside for fear of her own safety, only to realize that it wasn’t much better to be standing by herself once night fell.

            Stepping inside of the tent, the girls were subjected to a cacophony of different animal noises. Passing by horses jump over obstacles and seals balancing bowling pins on their noses, they had yet to see a single person. Walking straight past an enclosure of monkeys juggling balls between one another, Marsha kept going until she found her target in the middle of pen filled with wet mud.

            The woman’s bright, fluffy pink hair stood out against the bright blue of the sphere attached to her nose. She wore a set of bright, yellow overalls covered in red dots to match the massive shoes she lifted up out of the slick mud. Upon noticing the hurried stomps of Marsha, the woman turned to show off the bright white makeup covering her skin. Locking her wide eyes with Marsha’s, the clown woman waved a gloved hand as she put on a wide smile as if she were greeting an old friend.

            “Cut the bull shit!” Marsha called out, starting to climb over the fence, only to stop as she remembered what was on the other side. “We’re here to get revenge for what you did to us.”

            The clown put on a look of fake shock as she held her gloves against her cheeks.

            “Don’t play dumb,” Marsha insisted. “I’m talking about that freaky juggling act you put us through last time.”

            “I-it was a very impressive performance,” Tonya spoke up, her words trying to keep her safe even if her fingers instinctively hit the record button on her phone. “It was a… revolutionary new way to spice up a classic circus act.”

            “At the cost of our dignity,” Marsha shouted out, directed towards her supposed companion.

            “W-which is easy to forgive,” Tonya said as a last attempt to keep them safe. “I see that you’re very busy right now, so we’ll just leave you to your-“

“We’re not leaving here until I get my payback on this bitch!” Marsha declared, stomping her foot hard enough to send ripples through the muddy pen. “So, how are you going to make it up to us?”

            Putting away the false surprise, the clown instead began to scratch her chin. With a confused expression, she gestured towards Marsha with a wave of her hand. The act left Marsha momentarily as silent as the clown.

            “Um, I don’t know exactly how yet, but I’m sure I’ll think of something,” Marsha replied. “And don’t try to run! We’ll stay right outside of the pen until you need to come out. We have you right in our clutches do whatever we want to exact my, er, I mean, our revenge.”

            A loud squishing noise undermined Marsha’s threat. Repeated squelches of feet through the muck drew attention towards Dione going against her usually meek nature to purposefully approach the clown. Adding to the confusion was the curly-haired girl getting down on her knees in the dirt right before the interested clown.

            “Thank you so much for what you showed me that day,” Dione said, lightly grasping at the clown’s hand. “I never felt so alive. Could you… please do something like that again? I’m begging you. I’ll do whatever you want.”

            “Dione, what the hell are you doing?” Tonya called out.

            “We came here to teach the clown bitch a lesson, not eat her out!” Marsha shouted; having found a new target to direct her anger towards.

            The other girls’ cries were met with an outstretched, gloved hand politely asking them to remain silent. Turning away from her audience of two, the clown focused her atten would-be worshiper. Putting her fingers along Dione’s shivering face, the performer felt the anticipation that had been building ever since their last meeting. Putting on her widest smile, the clown took a single finger and pressed it into Dione’s nose.

            As the gloved hand was pulled away from her, Dione watched with her own eyes as her nose stretched out into a bright, pink snout. Giving her new addition a few sniffs created a plethora of pig-like grunts to go along with her newly floppy ears. Watching from the sidelines, Tonya and Marsha’s eyes went wide at the sight of the curly tail peeking out from out of their companion’s pants. While Dione was aware of her changing body, her only reaction was a grateful nod towards the still smiling clown.

            Dione’s proved the wisdom of her choice of clothing as her slim form began to quickly pack on the pounds. Her flat mid-section bloated up into a sizable potbelly to tear open the middle of the shirt. The rest of the top came undone thanks to an inundation of fat being packed onto her breasts. Her tail was allowed to freely swing about as her swelling rear took up more of her shorts. With her widening hips ripping apart the rest of the garment, all that remained was a set of panties wedged deep within her butt cheeks.

            Tearing away what remained of her bra and revealing her plump, pink nipples, Dione reached back to do the same for her undergarments. Her digits fumbled with the fabric as they became hardened and more hoof-like. Shaking the panties off past her thick legs and cloven feet, she attempted to stand up. Finding it hard to remain upright, she decided to make use of her altered limbs and instead take on a position more fitting of her new form. The locomotion helped her to easily move through the mud, while also wobbling around the set of fat ass cheeks that filled her with a sense of strange pride.

            “Dione, are you okay?” Tonya called out as she watched the newly transformed pig woman crawl; dragging her pink, pudgy bell and engorged breasts through the mud.

            “What the hell was all that?” Marsha shouted afterwards, momentarily getting Dione’s attention. “Are you some kind of sick freak that gets off to this? God, why did you have to choose now to become an overweight, disgusting hog?”

            Rather than give a detailed answer about the inner workings of her desires and repressed urges, Dione simply opened up her mouth to let out a loud, “OINK”.

            “YOU!” Marsha said, pointing towards the pleased looking clown. “Change her back now, or else we’re calling the cops.”

            “Hold on, Marsha,” Tonya spoke up. “If this is what Dione wants, maybe we let her have it.”

            “I seriously doubt that,” Marsha replied, watching as the pig woman let out a high-pitched squeal before dunking her head in a trough filled with slop. “Who would want to be a filthy animal anyway?”

            Turning away from Tonya, Marsha jumped as she came face to face with the clown. She hadn’t heard any footsteps, but sure enough the woman was standing mere inches away on the other side of the fence. Rather than let the smiling woman act first, Marsha found it wise at the time to try tugging off the bulbous, blue ball. The pull only succeeded in creating a loud SQUEAK as the clown woman pulled back, clasping her hands across her actual nose.

            “WHAT THE FUCK!?” Marsha said, watching the clown wiggle her “nose” back and forth to get it back into position. “That’s real? Are you even human?”

            “I-I’m sorry for what my friend did,” Tonya spoke up, trying to save both of their skins. “She was just trying to protect Dione. We’re really concerned about leaving her alone in the pen by herself.”

            The comment brought a giggle from the clown’s lips. As the painted woman waved around her gloved fingers, an unsettling sense of doom washed over Tonay and Marsha. Before the blonde could turn her rage towards her friend, the pair of them disappeared in a puff of smoke.

            Feeling her clothes fall from her body, Tonya tried to get a grasp of her surroundings. Still blinded by the fumes, she fully expected some kind of strange force constricting her movement. However, her arms and legs were still able to move as much as she wanted. The only unsettling part of it was the fact that she now had six limbs.

            As the smoke started to fade, Marsha saw the terrified expression on Tonya’s face. While for Tonya the panic had come from the chitinous black legs sticking out of her, Marsha’s panic came from her perfect butt being replaced with an abdomen. Despite the heft to the black, bulbous orb, she managed to keep herself at the same height from before the smokescreen. That was to be expected considering that they were both rapidly beating the set of translucent wings attached to their backs.

            Using their ability to hover, Tonya and Marsha approached one another. Their search for comfort was halted as they got a look at each other. While they still managed to hold on to their normal facial features and hair, their eyes had been replaced with countless red receptors that let them see in ways humans weren’t supposed to. The added vision helped in giving them a chance to fully take-in their new forms as flies.

            “A-a fly?” Tonya asked, her voice coming out as a squeaky buzz. “This is disgusting.”

            “It’s fine,” Marsha stated, unbelieving of her own lie. “We’ll just buzz around that painted freak until she changes back.”

            The freak in question was able to very easily grasp the newly made flies by their wings. Struggle as the bug women might to break free, the clown kept them with her grasp as she trudged through the muck. Remembering what happened last time, the flies were left to scream in a panic as their minds were filled with ideas of what would happen. Just as their fears of being fed to a group of frogs or stuck to a spider web put them on the verge of panic attacks, they were simply tossed out in the middle of the pig pen.

            Stabilizing themselves in mid-air, Tonya and Marsha turned towards one another to try and figure out the clown’s plan. However, any conversation they could think of was interrupted by a powerful aroma wafting through the air. Though the smell was absolutely rancid, there was a strange attraction that appealed to their altered bodies.

            Turning towards the source of the fragrance, the flies set their eyes upon the pig woman. Having worked through half of the trough, Dione had to lift up her plump rear to chase after stray chunks of potatoes. This pose gave her the perfect position to lift up her tail and flood the area with a brunt PHHRRRTTT that stunk of her simple meal. Fully in control of their wings, Tonya and Marsha were more than capable of flying away from the pungent fumes. And yet, they both started to drift towards the gluttonous hog.

            “Tonya, what the hell are you doing?” Marsha buzzed out.

            “I-I can’t help it,” Tonya replied, her attempts to turn away thwarted by her own body pushing her towards Dione. “There’s something… irresistible about that stench. It’s like it’s calling to me.”

            The hypnotic look on Tonya’s face left Marsha with little choice, but to try and abandon her. While the blonde managed to fly a few inches away from her intended path, another loud BRRAAAAAAAPPP from the hog’s backside sealed her fate. Moving as if she were getting tugged along by invisible strings, Marsha joined Tonya. As the two of them drew closer, their minds began to melt away to baser instincts. These altered thoughts let their mouths hang open to fully bask in the fumes as they approached.

            Hovering around Dione’s rear, the flies took their time figuring out when to land. Waiting until the pig had found a good stop at the trough to eat her fill for a while, the bug women set themselves down on the pudgy pink rear. Scampering across the surface, the pair clambered to slide their tongues along the flesh to gather up any sustenance they could. Whenever the pig unleashed another cloud of flatulence, the flies were quick to lift into the air to buzz through the fumes to fulfill some innate urge.

            The constant pattering of tiny feet on Dione’s buttocks did little to bother her. After all, she was as content as could be as she lazily made her way through her liquid meal. Once she started to run low, her caretaker was more than happy to give her a refill of slop. Giving an appreciative grunt, she made several more passes across the trough until her seemingly endless belly got its fill.

            Ending off her feast with a hunk of meat, Dione trotted away from the trough with her entourage of buzzing companions following closely behind. Finding a quaint corner of the pen, she let herself collapse into the muck and rolled over onto her side. Made lethargic by the meal, she showed no restraint in rolling over to full exposed her mud-covered bosom and bloated gut. Letting the occasional BRRAAAAAAAPPPP spurt off between OINKs, she closed her eyes for a post-meal nap.

            While the swine slept, the fly women continued their work to gather food. When they weren’t sucking up the errant gas clouds, they put most of their attention towards cleaning up their gracious host. They busied themselves with extracting nutrients from the stray droplets that had spread across the hog’s flesh during the feast. This did mean occasional passes along the beast’s plump breast and gas-filled belly, but most of their attention was put towards the snout. Gathering around to face to lick up any remnants, they didn’t pay much attention to what they were doing. After all, the only thing that kept them moving at the moment was their own instincts.

            Lazily lounging on the side of the pen, the clown looked down at her pleased pets. Watching the hog let out a rancid PHHHHRRRTTTT in her sleep, the clown stepped back just far enough to still watch the flies revel in the stench. Walking away with a pleased smile on her face, the clown would return later to give her “special guests” their normal bodies back. AFTER the greedy piggy had finished digesting of course.