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FAT DREAM 4 : WHAT A CIRCUS !
🕑 Added 2020-06-07 23:33:46 +0000 UTC FAT DREAM 4 WHAT A CIRCUS !
by Maniz
I had a dream last night. I was in a big circus, full of happy people, they are very enthousiasts and they wait the next sketch. I'm the fat clown of the group, 400 lbs of pure fun and I'm gonna make the Highlight of the Show !
« Then please enjoy the big performance we have for you ! » said happily the Ringmaster.
The enthousiast public clapped their hands while the ringmaster moves away from the circus ring. Two thin clowns sit me in a ridiculously big chair and tied my hands and foot on the chair legs. Then two others clowns came with a giant funnel on the stage. It was 7 feet high with a dark yellow color. The audience was impressed by the size of this funnel. Some of the people on the bleachers said « wow ».
The clowns put the funnel just above my head with a funny gait. I open my mouth while the clowns put the funnel in my mouth. I move my hands and my big feets with a funny manner. One of my co-clowns came to me and rubbed my belly. He moves his head to the audience and said : « Mmmmm he seems very hungry ! »
My belly growled loudly, the people in the audience encourage the clowns to feed me. « Oooohhhh » « He needs to eat » « Feed him » and others exclamations and gasp.
The orchestra, which was above the main door, on a mezzanine floor, changed the tone of the music. This band was formed with a keyboard, an electric guitar bass, two electric guitars, a drums, a flute, a clarinet, two saxophones, two french horns, two trombones and a soubassophone (it's like a tuba, but deeper). The musicians played a so-called military march. The main door opens and a chain of clowns came to the ring, bringing giants food and drinks. Everything was so big, it was made for giants !
My belly growled again, louder than ever. The clowns had a funny suprised face. They brings to a little clown who was on the ladder which leads to the top of the funnel all the food for me. I felt the food coming in the funnel. I began to swallow.
Mmmm chicken... Mmmm eggs... Mmmm cake... Mmmm burgers... Mmmm Ice cream... Mmmm French fries...
My hunger was so deep, like a hole, I needed to fill myself to the brim. I was so euphoric I did not noticed the fact I was getting fatter and fatter. My arms, my legs, my head, and of course, my belly, everything was getting rounder, bigger, fatter !
The public was amazed by this scene. They were screaming of joy « Feed him more » « He's such a fatass ! » « What a whale ! » or « The fattest clown in the world ! » « More, more, more ! Eat more ! » ! The gurgling of my stomach was louder than ever, I wonder if the others hear it too. All this encouragment makes me hard. I need to grow fatter ! I need to be so big I will not be able to walk, waddling, jiggling all this fat, proudly ! I also felt I was getting wider. Indeed, the chair was getting more and more confortable, less huge. My buttons was about to blow at any moment.
The ringmaster stop everyone/ « Stop ! » The clowns stopped my feeding with some grimacing. « Whyyyyyyy ? » asked one of them. He has his hands on his hips with a grotesque behaviour.
« If you feed him too much in one sitting, you will be sure he will explode ! »
The feeders clowns were surprised and intrigued.
« Do you want to blow him up until he explode ? »
« No, of course no ! » answered an other feeder.
The ringmaster moved to the public. « And you ? He said. Do you want a clownsplosion ? »
People were mixed. We heard « YES !!! » and « NOOO !!! »
I was so euphoric because of my gaining, it was like a daydream. Then I came back to reality. I began to moan. Mister Loyal, the ringmaster, came to me.
« What did you say ? » he asked. I was unable to answer, I still had the big funnel in my mouth. I moaned again.
« What ? I'm sorry... I don't understand you ! » The audience laughed.
« Did you ate well fatty ? » I moaned. The public laughed even more.
Mister Loyal removed the funnel of my mouth. I smiled to him, with my overinflated belly, it covers my knees.
« So. Said the ringmaster. Did you ate well ? »
I pat my belly loudly. « Oh yes ! »
« Are you... Full ? »
My belly gurgled.
Mister Loyal laughed. He turned to the public. « Ladies and Gentlemens, as you can see, I have a clown who is particularly gluttonous ! «
The people on the bleachers laughed too. Some of them were encouraging « Feed him more ! »
The ringmaster tried to calm down the public. « Calm down, you will be surprised ! But ! At first, I would love to see him walking ! » He paused, then he said : « Wait ! Wait ! I have a better idea ! » The audience listened Mr. Loyal.
« We will weigh him ! How wants to know how much my Gluttony clown weighs ? » He pointed me with his finger. The clowns were very enthousiasts, as same as the public, who just burst of joy.
« Get up fatass, it's weigh-in time ! »
I tried to get up, but all this accumulated fatness was very hard for my legs. I sit back in the chair. The audience was joyful, that was crazy but some kind of horny too. I tried a new attempt to get up. I failed. People laughed.
« Do you need some help ? » Asked Mr. Loyal. I moved my head from bottom to top in order to say « Yes ». My big red fake nose was moving a lot.
Two of the feeders clowns came and helped me to get up on my feet. It was complicated but I succeded. It was such a weird feeling. It was like I've lost my balance. I moved my arms quite fat in order to keep stand and try to make some steps. One by one, carefully, I walk, or, more precisely, I waddled like a full jelly ball. The drums did a roll, in order to keep tension. The public was silent, they held their breath.
I guess I'm around 700 lbs now. I feel so big, it's so new for me, but I feel so great, so powerful ! My clown suit is about to pop, and I'm getting even harder under all my flab. My feet seems bigger, swollen. I have so much new sensations, I'm clearly not used to this, it's a new discovery of my own body. I love that !
My steps got better, with a steadier pace and I finally reached a very big and beautiful Art Deco scales, which was around 5 feet high and 3 feet wide. I stepped carefully on it, trying to stabilize as much as I can. My legs got tired quicker than I thought. They can't deal so long with all this new flab !
Despite everything, I was curious to know my new weight ! The orchestra's drummer did a drum roll, in order to keep the suspens, and the big needle of the scales rotate around, it gets higher and higer. 400 lbs, then 450... 493... 502... 537... 551... 586... 604... 645... 672... 693... 714... 727... 739... 746... 751... 753... 755, it stopped.
755 lbs.
I weigh 755 lbs ! it's 343 kg ! I'm the fattest clown of the world and beyond!I weigh as much as the singer Iz ! WOW ! I'm so proud of me ! I can't wait to train myself in order to show all of this blubber outside !
The public screamed with amazement, as same as the clown, and the ringmaster.
« 755 lbs ! Said Mister Loyal with exclamation. Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm proud to introduce the fattest clown of the world ! »
A round of applause went up in the circus.
I looked to the audience, that was quite exhilarating. I decided to step off the scales. Each step caused a symphony of jigglings. I loved it ! Plus, my suit is very tight, so we notice each of my fatty rolls, my sweetie rolls.
Then, suddenly, one of the clowns tripped me. I fell in the center of the ring, heavily. The audience was suprised, some of the children laughed.
Mr Loyal looked at me, with a strange smile. « Oh ! He said. Are you already tired ? » I moved my head from the left to the right. « No ? Do you want some help to digest all this fest ? » I answered with an other move with my head from bottom to the top. « Okay ! So I will help you ! » Loyal turned to the public. « Dear public ! I need three children in order to jump on his belly, in order to help him digest ! Who is interested ? »
« Me ! » « Me ! » « Me ! » screamed the children. The ringmaster choose three of them, and they came to the ring. He helped them to climb my gentle hill in order to help me digesting. They jumped on my bellysphere. It was like a trampoline for them. The more they were jumping, the more I felt something in me. It's like something which is brewing in my stomach. I hope I will not explode ! My suit is about to blow, but he keeps my body inside, safe from a possible explosion. My belly gurgled and the brewing sound was more intense.
« Haha, it's working kids, it's working ! » said Mr Loyal. Each bump on my belly made a clownish sound. The kids seemed to have fun on my gut ! But... Inside my stomach, something has been in the making... Something... big !
Oh... oh... I think... I need to...
BBBUUURRRPPP !!!
The little childrens fell from my enormous bellysphere, they laughed even more, as same as the public in the bleachers.
« Oh oh oh ! Said Mister Loyal. I guess our friend is now ready for the second round !
A second round ? I don't remember that. But the idea seemed very... Interesting ! My others co-clowns left me on the floor and bring the funnel just above my head. They put a pipe between the nozzole of the funnel and my mouth. I was confortable on the floor, it was like... a matress, is it my imagination ? Oh no, it's a dream... But.. It feels so... real !
The children came back to their family on the bleachers and the so-called funny military music start again. Then the feeders clowns went behind the scenes, bringing even more food for me. I heard in the audience : « Feed him » « Feed him » « Feed him ! »
« Hurry up my friends ! » said the ringmaster. « Feed him to the brim ! » The public clapped their hand, in a similar rythm.
Then I felt something in my mouth. They were feeding me donuts. Mmmm all this sugar... all this fat... I love that ! My body began to swell again. I was already a +750 lbs fatty and I don't know how much I will be at the end of this stuffing cession. I just want to live this moment forever... I hope my alarm will not wake me up. Please...
The clowns chain was infinite. They were putting the food in the funnel, then they got back behind the scenes in order to bring me more fattening food. The orchestra played something joyful with some suspense and the public was impressed of my performance !
I don't even know if they think it's a fake fat suit filled with air or something like that. And, to be honest, I don't care of what they say about me. I just need to be filled to the brim, my hunger is getting out of control. I swallow more and more all this food and drinks.
My suit got so tight my belly seemed to escapes from the holes made by tthe distance between the buttons. The pressure was rising in my suit. I feel it so deeply, it's worrying but also horny too !
« Eat ! » « Eat ! » « Eat ! » Shout the public.
That's what I do, I swallow as fast as I can now ! All this food, I was unable to chew it, I needed to gulp everything in the funnel. Cassoulet, Nuggets, Cakes, Burgers, Chicken, eggs, Ice cream, French fries, Kebab, even Pizzas, I needed to swallow everything like my life depends on it.
Suddenly, one of my buttons popped. It flew away, in the bleachers. People screamed, surprised. Then an other one followed the previous one... And a third one !
My body can't be contained !
The feeding stopped. I moved my arms and feet as much as I can, but I'm completely immobile, maybe around 1 103 lbs / 500 kg, and my movements are just ridiculous, my members are so tiny compared to my behemoth body ! I need more ! You hear me ? More !!!
Mister Loyal came to me and slapped my belly. « You're such a nice growing boy ! » People laughed, even the others clowns, who were in circle around my beached whale body.
« I've prepared something special for you ! » Resumed the ringmaster.
An other surprise ? Godamn I love my dreams !
« Garde-à-vous ! Attention ! »
The feeders clowns stood out, waiting for the Ringmaster's order.
« Bring the Final Surprise to our friend » He said, while pointing my mammouth self on the floor.
« Yes sir ! » answered the clowns in unison. The public on the bleachers laughed.
The six clowns went behind the scenes, accompagnied by a variation of the previous so-called ridiculous military march.
Mister Loyal introduced the icing on the cake of this big performance while the clowns came back with a HUGE bottle. They carried it on their shoulders, the audience was impressed by the size of this bottle.
« Ladies and Gentlemen, here's for you our final performance, the icing on the cake of this show, a brand new sketch I just invented ! Prepare to be astounded, amazed, astonished ! »
The ringmaster took off the pipe in my mouth and moved the giant funnel to one of the backstage colleague and the feeder clowns came to me in order to put the bottle's neck in my mouth. I moaned of pleasure.
This drink was quite thick. That wasn't a chcolate milk, but it tasted very good ! I relaxed even more on the mattress-floor, swelling in every directions, becoming euphoric by the filling. Then I recognized the flavour. That wasn't chocolate milk... that was a gainer shake !
I finished the bottle in less than a minute. I'm impressed by my own capacity ! An other button popped of my clown suit. The bottle contained around 12 gallons / 50 liters of gainer shake. I was so full, or maybe... Overfull ! My co-clowns dropped the bottle and they reunited around me. They massaged my body. The feeling was so intense, so great I closed my eyes. Until...
A new growling sound came from my belly. The clowns stopped the massage.
Mister Loyal came to me. « Still hungry ? » People laughed. I opened my eyes and moved my head as much as I can, from the left to the right. No.
I was overfull now, I just need a very good and long massage. The brewing sound got louder, and louder, and louder ! Everyone on the stage got worried about me... except one...me.
« Is it too much ? » « Will he explode ? » think the clowns.
I moaned even more. My body got fatter again, a lot faster than the last times ! I was like a fat explosion ! Everyone on the bleachers laughed on me.
« Look at this fatass ! » « He gets so big ! » «He's gonna burst ! » said some of the audience. They were very joyful, it seems they like my gaining !
My last buttons exploded and my suit torn down, new rolls cames from the tearing suit, it was like a second fat explosion.
My mass reached quickly the border of the ring and I overflew it. The public in the first rows didn't moved at all, they felt my soft skin recovering you, while they were laughing even more. Same situation concerning the feeders clowns, my growing body drowned them under my fat rolls, and I'm still growing !
My body began to recover the top of the bleachers, everybody are swallowed under my folds. Nobody protested, because the situation was ridiculously funny. When my body fills the entire circus tent, I stopped growing. I felt everybody trying to move under my flab, it feels like a massage, it's very relaxing besides the particular situation where I am. Indeed, I'm completely squeezed in the tent. If I gain one pound more, I guess the circus will blow up !
I tried to rotate my body, but I was unable to do this. The three attempts failed. When I prepared myself to the fouth one, my body shook a little. A strange sound came from my behemoth mass.
« Oh oh... » saif to myself.
The ringmaster, who succecced to reach the backstage, looked at my giant body, walking backwards.
« He's gonna blow ! » Screamed Mister Loyal. He tried to escaped the circus. All my body was shaking.
« Oh my god... I thought. I'm about to... »
BBBBBBBBBBUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPP !!!
The circus marquee ripped off completely and flew like a Power Plant's roof explosion. The thundering sound drew the intention of the neighborhood. They saw me, or, more precisely, a mountain of flesh and ripped clown suit overflowing the famous circus Zaventura.
That was the Highlight of the Show, an unforgettable performance !
The End.
Maniz 08/07/2020.
Comments
Willie J
Of course I liked it. It was different and a great read.
Maniz
Oh really? Thank you so much! I wrote it in a week, I wanted to make something different. Thanks again, I'm glad if you liked it!
