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Chapter 14 by WilltheBoatmaster WilltheBoatmaster

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Her calves and thighs start to swell!

Barbara's face turned into a grimace as she suddenly went cold. Like an inexplicable frost had come over her entire body. She moaned slightly, which was hidden under the sound of all the applause. She bit her lips and crossed her legs to combat the strange sensation that had come over her. Right until she could feel that around that area swell.

Her hands shot down to her thighs, feeling the slight pinch of material. Underneath her fat suit she still wore her relatively tight pants, which at the moment were getting tighter and tighter. The clown woman went through every emotion that could be tied to distress in one brief facial twitch. She soon shook her head to get back into character and keep herself steady. Once more she got back into character as her thighs swelled within their confines. Their meaty flesh mushing against tight material all while tiny drops of color painted their surface, which went unaware by Barbara. Her legs wobbled as she felt the juice begun to descend towards her feet.

"Thank you so much for your time everyone." Her ringmaster spoke aloud while her family waved off the crowd. The clown woman began to walk away from the myriad of people in haste.

"Where you're going, Barb?" Her sister, Peggy, gave her a quizzical look. Charlie stood back to give her older sister a look. Meanwhile, her brother and parents did their best to offer any autographs to incoming patrons. Barbara gave a smile to her siblings as she waddled away.

"You know, got to get out of this thing. It's a bit stuffy in here." She hastily replied while she tugged on her plush suit. "Oooh, look how stuffy it is, be seeing you two."

She gave finger guns to siblings before she stepped out towards the back. While this happened she could feel herself grow beneath the cloth. Her pants getting tighter and tighter, which in turn raised the fluff in her fat suit. In her lower half anyways, but still she could feel it bump against her plush belly while she waddled away. Barbara did her best to keep her head on her shoulders while she found somewhere secluded to park herself. She worried of the damage that was already done on her figure.

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