Bad end: [C]lown car cunt

Your eyes were drawn to the dildo as you were brought to the stage. You were still laughing like a bimbo, and the clown had taken to sticking three fingers jnto your snatch as he carried you. You allowed him.

It seems as though he was testing the boundaries of your netheregions, the elasticity. Yes, you knew what was going to happen. You were going to try and swallow that dildo. The sight of it made you laugh all the harder. There was no way it was going to fit.

You couldn't wait to try.

"Ladies," the clown said, drawing attention to the females on stage. "Get her lubricated."

He put you down gently in the middle of the stage and the girls descended like vultures upon you. A rain of tongues came down upon your lower regions, quickly soaking the region in an amalgamation of the man's cum, your own aroused juices, and the saliva of more than have a dozen horny clown girls.

The man clown approached you from the front. You wanted him to breathe on you again. His breath made the world hilarious and hilarious was good.

He did you one better. He brought his lips to yours and shared the sloppiest, funniest kiss you've ever had in your life. It felt weird at first, but quickly became good. Very good. Your free hands held the back of his head and pushed him further into your embrace. You felt something change within you, but you didn't know the extent of it until the clown drew away.

"Do you like the new you?" He asked, laughing.

"New me?" You asked in return, matching his hysteria giggle for giggle.

"Audience! Do you like the new girl?" He asked, turning to the crowd who erupted in claps and jeers.

"I have something for you," he said, turning away from you for a moment before spinning around with three red balloons in his hands.

You had to laugh. Where was he hiding them?

"Look closer," the man instructed, and you did so, gazing deeply into the red balloon, and the reflection of yourself within it.

You were... different now.

Your tits were bigger, your ass was fuller, your pussy and asshole felt gaping. Your hair was different, and your face was plastered in make-up. You looked like the other girls, taking a pause to look at the women who were still eating out your pussy. No, you didnt look like them, you looked exactly like them. You WERE one of them now.

"Do you like the new you?" He asked again.

You nodded feverishly in agreement, all the while giggling to yourself.

"Are you ready to try the dildo?" He asked.

Again you nodded. You were ready.

The women withdrew and you stood up. You gave the masterbating crowd a wave and a bow before approaching the giant dildo.

Your finger began to tap your chin as you contemplated a plan of attack. You didn't have one though, and ended up just shrugging and winking at the audience. Then you did a split, right ontop of the dildo. Your asscheeks slapped the stage as the dildo's entire length was swallowed inside your cunt.

The crowd went wild.

They were such a good crowd in fact, that you decided you just had to give them a show. You raised yourself up off the dildo again and turned away from the crowd, giving them a great view of your new plump ass before you sank again onto the dildo, this time less concerned with swallowing it and more devoted to just fucking it.

"Incredible," the male clown, no, master, yes, master said. "Looks like we have a new size queen!"

Master was happy with you. Nothing made you more proud. You couldn't wait to suck his cock after this performace so you could show just how grateful you were that he chose you to be one of his clown slaves.

You had lost your purpose, you had lost your identity. You didn't even remember your name, let alone your sisters. You were not Ashley Shaw anymore. That was a lifetime ago. Now you were just another clown slut.