chapter 1

It was the month of late October when a fit blonde woman as thin as a pole and no older than 24 years old was jogging down the street of her resident neighborhood dressed in a tight-fitting T shirt, stretchy grey yoga pants, and sneakers as part of daily routine. Halfway down the road she suddenly felt an icy chill run up her spine and a sense of uneasiness slowly creep down her shoulder making her screeching halt for a moment.

"Hello? Is someone there?" She would ask aloud looking around the area but saw no one in view, perhaps it was just the Halloween season itself playing a prank on her mind....or something much, much more supernatural?

A distinct honking sound would soon grab her attention, she would quickly turn around with a sharp gasp to see a salmon pink bakery box resting in the middle of the sidewalk in front of her.

"Wait...that wasn't there before," she would say to herself sounding quite confused.

Curiosity compelled her to investigate further and after getting closer to said box she could hear a light melody, much like one from a jack-in-a-box toy, coming from the box and upon reaching the end of the song the lid of the box flipped open and out came a fresh baked cream pie hurdling at her face with enough force to push her off her feet landing on her butt on the sidewalk only to hear the soft sound of some impish giggling.

"Haha! Got another one! Pie in the face, classic~"

The voice soon revealed itself to be a woman with a covered in colorful make-up wearing a typical ringleader clown get-up suddenly springing free from the tight confines of the box floating back down on the sidewalk in front of the woman, not that the jogger could see her with the tin of smeared cream still covering her face. Strangely enough when she tried to remove the pie from her face it wouldn't move, no matter how much she tried to pull it off her face it wouldn't budge a bit. Almost as if the tasty cream doubled as the world's strongest super glue sticking firmly to her face and neck despite her muffled protests.

Perhaps this was a good thing she couldn't see, otherwise she would be shocked to see what else was happening. And she felt it too, the fabric of her jogging attire gave an audible creak as the victim's body steadily grew beneath her clothes, each layer of newly forming warm fat sprouting in clumps all over her body with loud sloshing sounds. A muffled groan coming from the woman as her mouth continued to fill with an absurd amount of seemingly endless cream flowing down her throat from the metal tin, most likely being the source of the supernatural rate the woman was getting bigger and fatter. The clown culprit behind the surprise cream attack placing a gloved hand against her pursed lips, unable to stop herself from snickering aloud watching her victim grow into a perfectly plump sphere shape with rolls of fatty flesh shredding her poor T-shirt and bra to ribbons while her sweatpants and underwear had split at the seams exposing her bare naked body for the public to see. The woman's bare belly creaked and groaned trying to process so much cream in one sitting, she was afraid she was gonna pop. Rubbing her bare palms against the taunt yet squishy flesh she could practically feel the calorie heavy dessert topping digesting, no doubt making her grow even fatter in due time. Tears immediately started to swell up in her eyes before she gritted her teeth looking at the clown stranger.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME!?!"

"Well what does it look like? I made you look even more stunningly beautiful than you were before! Don't you know? Bigger is always better!" The clown woman chirped happily as if what she caused was completely justified. "And I must say, you filled out so nicely~ Granted, I was hoping you would still have a bit more room for more desserts."

The clown would say this poking her finger in the jiggling mass that was the jogger creating a rippling effect across the severely stretched flesh, slightly smaller now after digesting some of the cream as her breasts and ass absorbing the excess calories inflating a bit more with extra fat and cellulite.

"Why? Why would you do this?"

"Why ask why? I just want a world where everyone can be fat and happy, endless joy and laughter, with no one being afraid to be big and beautiful! Hmph! You should be thanking me frankly..."

Just then, the giant flower decorating the clown woman's large tophat started to glow, alerting her of an urgent summons somewhere else in the city.

"Whoopie-doodle! Sorry sweetie, hate to feed and flee so soon, but there is a clown call I must answer, bye-bye for now!"

With that said she would poke her big red nose making herself suddenly burst into a cloud of rainbow colored confetti disappearing from view before the jogger could say another word, now left stranded in the middle of the sidewalk with her new life as a fresh new fatty and another victim of the supernatural urban legend known as Pennysize.