The Circus is Cumming to Town
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Timothy stood outside the small gathering of striped tents, pacing back and forth, checking his phone for who knows which time. Still nothing from Mr Henderson… Timothy assumed that if anything was wrong his fiance’s dad would give him a call... It must have been something like fifteen minutes or so since the older man had excused himself, muttering something about finding a restroom somewhere in this weird popup circus they had just been passing while on a stroll. The whole thing was really so unbelievably strange, Timothy could've sworn this stretch had been empty storefronts or something like that when he'd walked to the bar an hour earlier before their meeting… they couldn’t have possibly set up all those colorful tents and miles of flickering lights so quickly, right?
He slid the phone back into his pocket and decided to take a hesitant step towards the entrance. Damn, he really hoped that Samantha’s dad was okay, the evening had been going so well too until now. It seriously felt like for the first time since he'd proposed to her, her father had actually seemed to be warming up to him. They'd talked about all sorts of things over the whiskey, business, sports, even managed to share a couple genuine laughs. And then on top of that he got a pat on the back from Mr Henderson as they were exiting the bar!
Admittedly he still did look at him a little funny when Timothy tried calling him Robert, rather than by his surname, but he thought he’d scored more than enough points tonight than what he could have possibly expected. Then they passed next to this rowdy gathering of lit up tents and it seemed to really make Mr Henderson feel nostalgic, he even briefly talked about how his father used to always take him there whenever the circus came to town, back when he was younger.
“Oh gosh, this darn bladder… nature calls Timothy. All that scotch just flies right through me these days, you know. I think I’m gonna go and see if I can find a bathroom somewhere in there. Wait here son, I’ll be back in just two minutes.”
Timothy was so starstruck by Mr Henderson calling him ‘son’ that he didn’t even think to ask if he could come along. Even now, a handful of minutes later, replaying that sentence in his head gave him a warm, fuzzy feeling. But he was also starting to really worry, he should definitely check up on Samantha’s dad…
Timothy stepped toward the entrance and the air had changed instantly, even before he saw the smoke his nose started to itch from the stench of cheap tobacco and something else… it was so pungent, like sweat or… as if someone had missed a shower or a whole handful of them, and after a few more steps forward he saw exactly who.
He froze, the narrow alleys between the cramped up tents were completely packed, except not with merry families or young couples spending their time together like he would have expected. It was all clowns! And not just any clowns, they sure had the red noses and face paint, but every single one of them was some kind of a hulking monstrosity! So ridiculously huge, massive and burly. Each and every one squeezed into a tight singlet painted in red and white stripes, looking like it was ready to burst at the seams any second. And then on top of that, clamped within their wide, dopey grins were by far the largest and thickest cigars that Timothy had ever seen in his life, just cartoonishly huge!
This is what he’d been smelling from so far off, they were huffing and puffing so much that it almost looked like the whole space between the tents was filled with a thick, low hanging fog. Ugh, the stink of their sweaty, hairy bodies combined with those cigars was just twisting his stomach into a knot. He coughed, waving a hand in front of his face as he ventured further, but the haze was simply everywhere, there was no escaping it and he could practically feel it clinging to his skin and soaking into his clothes.
Timothy would have loved to get the hell out of there this instant, but he knew that he couldn’t leave Samantha’s dad alone with all those muscular freaks. It seemed like each of the clowns had some kind of a theme going on, he’d just pushed past a genuinely humongous one in a cowboy hat with a sheriff badge pinned to his singlet, his barrel chest covered in a pelt of sweaty hair, puffing up to an almost comical degree as he toked on his gigantic cigar and exhaled immense clouds of smoke that made Timothy’s head spin even though he’d covered up his mouth and held his breath for as long as he physically could when he passed him.
Oh god, Timothy turned his head after exiting the smoke and he so wished that he hadn’t… there were two of them, easily over two meters tall, muscles bulging obscenely and even though he’d only seen their silhouettes in the shadows it was clear what they were doing. The wet slapping sound, the dumb giggling turning into deep, passionate moans, both of their massive bodies thrusting back and forth. Two of those freaks were actually going at it in the shadows between the tents!
He felt cold sweat covering his skin as he frantically looked around, how could he not have noticed it earlier? There wasn’t a single one of them in sight without a gigantic, wet stained bulge jutting from their crotches! He had no idea what the hell was going on here, but Timothy knew that he had to find Mr Henderson this instant!
"Excuse me, I… I’m looking for an older man, suit and tie. He came in here a few minutes ago looking for a bathroom. Have you maybe seen him?”
Feeling desperate Timothy approached the by far the least creepy and intimidating looking one of them who had been ogling him from across the alley, a short, portly one built like a ball of fat, wearing a top hat and a monocle, with huge mustache and sideburns.
“An older gentleman? Oh yes indeed my dear, I believe I have seen him accompanying Thump and Thomp to the tent over there. The good man is in for some marvellous time, I can still feel my own rump aching after they’ve had their way with me! HYUCK HYUCK!”
He watched as the clown pointed with the tip of his huge cigar towards a larger tent with dense smoke pouring from beneath its flaps as if it was on fire, even before he understood what that freak was getting at as he reached underneath his beach ball stomach to fondle himself, Timothy was already moving, bolting straight ahead towards the entrance.
“Please… I… I can’t breathe… this smoke…”
Robert wheezed, the smoke inside the tent was thicker than soup. He couldn’t even see his own hand in front of his face… he couldn’t see anything other than those two gargantuan figures who were holding his arms and hauling him further and further inside. They looked like those old fashioned circus musclemen he used to see plastered over posters as a kid, bald heads shaved shining smooth, greasy black handlebar mustaches and skin tight singlets that left nothing to the imagination. He winced when he first spotted the outlines of their massive, throbbing erections squeezed tightly by the fabric against their muscular stomachs. He tried to run at first, but their grip was like iron and he wasn’t sure if after a couple lungfuls of the air inside this tent he would have even been able to stand on his own anymore.
“Tha smoke! HYUCK HYUCK! Yer gunna have ta get used to it if ya wanna join the crew pops! What’s a clown without a big, fat stogie between ‘is lips? Ain’t that right Thomp?”
Giggled the one who had previously introduced himself as Thump back when Robert still didn’t suspect that anything was amiss. His twin brother Thomp quickly joined in on the sinister laughter as he pulled the cigar the size of an actual wine bottle from between his teeth and showered Robert’s face with an immense plume of smoke. He was feeling so hot, his thoughts growing so jumbled up together that even formulating a single sentence suddenly required a near impossible amount of effort.
“No… this is wrong… I don’t want to join anything… I was just looking for a bathroom…”
The exhaustion in his helpless, pleading voice only seemed to amuse them more, as they giggled even louder, giving each other sly, knowing looks as if they were getting close to the punchline of a great joke they both knew all too well.
“HYUCK! HYUCK! HYUCK! Everyone who comes to the circus must join the crew, those are tha rules! Now open yer kisser wide pops!”
Robert was so disoriented that by the time he began to realize what this freakishly huge, musclebound clown was talking about, the cigar was already in Thomp’s hand, traveling towards his mouth at a breakneck pace. He’d made a huge mistake, he should have closed it and turned his head away, rather than opening it even wider in protest. Suddenly this obscenely huge log of folded tobacco, topped with a red, glowing tip was right between his teeth, stretching his lips around its immense girth like an airtight seal.
Oh god… he let out just the faintest shocked gasp and even that was more than enough to send plumes of thick, acrid smoke rushing down his throat straight from the cigar’s end. The instant they made it to his lungs, the most intense, violent heat erupted all across his body, but especially down there… down between his legs. Robert started to hear some strange, frantic sound and then realized that he was the one making it, moaning like a wild animal as his cock was straining, painfully erect against the zipper of his pants, throbbing so much it made his knees buckle.
The pressure only continued to mount… this time around within his abdomen, he looked down and saw the halves of his suit jacket pushing to the sides as a humongous mound of fat was swelling underneath his shirt. Robert’s mind screamed at him that something like this was simply impossible, but he could see right before his eyes as his previously moderately sized paunch of an older businessman near his retirement inflated into an absolute beach ball. Sending the straining buttons of his dress shirt flying off into the haze that filled the tent and exposing naked skin covered in a riot of white body hair.
Robert screamed around the cigar, trying to spit it out, but the sound was completely muffled, they had lodged it too tightly between his teeth, it didn't even budge as he violently shook his head back and forth.
“Gosh darn, look at that gut Thump, pops is turnin’ into one hairy fucker! Callin’ dibs on fuckin’ his furry hole first!”
The clowns seemed to hardly notice his efforts to get rid of the cigar, instead far more captivated by the hairy stomach now ripping his expensive shirt to absolute shreds, one of them beginning to caress it all over. Robert was scared out of his mind and yet even all the adrenaline coursing through his body was no match for the impossible pleasure he felt when that large, calloused hand rubbed against his distended belly. No… this was wrong… he started violently thrashing around, only to come to an abrupt stop when he felt Thomp’s hand sliding a little further down.
Robert’s eyes suddenly rolled back, the ecstasy was so immense he thought he’d cum on the spot as the hulking clown’s fingers started fondling his engorged, unbelievably sensitive cock. He wanted to fight it, he knew he had to… but his body didn’t want to listen anymore. His hips bucked forward, grinding into that massive palm, and he couldn't stop himself from inhaling again, pulling more smoke deep into his lungs. Each breath was like an orgasm, it wasn’t just his gut swelling larger anymore, but rather the entire body, growing so hulking and huge, ballooning out with muscle and fat, all of it covered with a wild pelt of fur. He could hear his biceps ripping the sleeves of his suit wide open, felt the itching on his face as the day’s old stubble exploded into a huge, bushy beard.
With each inhale of the smoke, the horror was giving into wild, uncontrollable lust. A dumb, horny giggle was rising from his own throat, fuck! He needed to fuck! HYUCK! HYUCK! No, dear lord… Timothy… Timothy must be looking for him by now, he just had to… Robert shuddered at the powerful throb of his cock, no… he just had to hold on… hold on a little bit longer until he came.
Timothy pushed the tent flaps apart and burst inside, immediately choking on the dense fog. The smoke was somehow even thicker here, immediately wrapping itself around his whole body as if it was alive. He could hardly see anything through it, but the gigantic thing towering in front of him was impossible to miss. It was so huge that at first glance Timothy thought it had to be some circus prop, but then he saw it starting to move towards him… he recognized the outline of a freakishly thick and long cigar with a glowing ember at the end… It was one of them!
The clown was well over two meters tall and somehow every bit as wide. Timothy froze in fear as he watched him taking a step forward, the very first thing to emerge from the impenetrable fog was his massive, round gut, clad in the same tight, striped singlet, an outline of an inhumanely large cock running straight up across it from below, its swollen bulbous head reaching all the way up to the clown’s belly button and soaking the material completely with the filth oozing from it as it ran down his bulky, musclebound legs. Only then came the cigar and the rest of the clown’s face…
Timothy wasn’t sure why but there was a brief moment where underneath all that caked on greasy face paint, countless pounds of puffy fat, bushy eyebrows and the most immense santa clause type beard which eclipsed his rotund face, cascading down over his chest in thick, white waves and countless snow-white curls that seemed almost impossible to distinguish from the sweaty, white pelt covering the rest of exposed skin on his body, he really thought that something about this hulking beast of a man looked familiar.
“Timmy!!! There’s my little helper! San Nicko had been waitin’ fer ya, boyo! HYOHOHO!”
Holy fuck… that voice… It was as if Timothy felt his blood turning into ice. No, this couldn’t be…
“Mr Henderson? No, no way, who the hell are you?! Where is he?!”
As a response the clown only grinned even wider, his swollen cock throbbing visibly as he exhaled an actual cloud of smoke that gathered underneath the tent’s roof, then flexed his gargantuan biceps, each one couple sizes larger than Timothy’s own head and covered thoroughly in thick, matted fur. He looked right into Timothy’s eyes and then with a nod pointed straight at his chest with both of his thumbs.
“Yah, yer lookin’ at him boyo, but Henderson was such a boooring name! Hyohoho, it’s San Nicko now! Thump and Thomp gave it to me because they said I looked like Santa, but I also like a big, hard cock ramming up my chimney so I guess it fits! HYOHOHOHO!!!”
With that the bearded clown had turned around and bent over, revealing that the back of his singlet had been completely torn out around the ass, but even that wasn’t enough for his twisted and demented mind. He then reached back and spread his hirsute cheeks wide, making Timothy gag at the sight of his gaping hole, all the fur inside the crack matted with a massive load of fresh cum, globs of it dangling around with each movement.
“Thump and Thomp had to go check on some pesky police fellers, so now Santa needs someone else to fuck his big ol’ slutty ass! And his little helper arrived just in time! HYOHOHO! Santa reckons that with a little christmas magic yer not gonna stay so little for much longer, though!”
No… this couldn’t be… this was some kind of a nightmare… Timothy felt like he was going crazy as his brain was trying to process everything that was happening, but he didn’t even have time for that. The hulking santa clown that used to be his father in law began stomping towards him. Something in the back of Timothy’s head screamed at him to run, but he was too slow, the clown’s meaty, hirsute hands were already gripping onto his upper arms, lifting him up as his gargantuan gut pinned him against the broad, wooden tentpole.
“Mr Henderson! Please, snap out of it! We need to get you help!
“HYOHOHO! Tha only help papa needs is with this terrible itch deep down his hairy crack boyo!”
Mr Henderson leaned forward, the glowing ash at the tip of the gigantic cigar clamped between his teeth hovering only millimeters away from Timothy’s cheek, but in an instant even that was impossible to see when with a maddening giggle the hulking clown exhaled as hard as he could, unleashing a concentrated blast of smoke right into his face. It didn’t matter that Timothy tried to hold his breath, the fumes have wormed their way up his nose anyway, filling up his body. It was as if they contained everything, not just the cheap, acrid tobacco, but also the primal stench of sex and cum, of all those hirsute, sweaty, unwashed bodies constantly rutting against each other.
It was like his lungs were on fire, and then the rest of his body… but it felt so good. A wave of intense, dizzying horniness washed over him, his thoughts growing dull as his brain came completely enveloped by this now, so pleasantly smelling fog. He sensed himself slouching back against the tent pole as his consciousness slowly drifted away. Something big and hard was placed in his mouth and Timothy instinctively closed his lips around it without any resistance. Only one thing seemed to exist for him now… his cock… solely the pleasure radiating from it with each powerful twitch was capable of piercing that horny, giddy veil which tightly encased his mind.
Soon it started to feel even better as his cock became enveloped by something so wonderfully warm and soft, almost by pure instinct Timothy’s hips started thrusting forward, the sensation simply overwhelming his mind. He began to moan helplessly and then heard Mr Henderson doing the same, his voice sounding so passionate and… slutty. Goosebumps covered Timothy’s body as his hips continued to move on their own, but he still desperately tried to pry his half-lidded eyes open just so he could see what was in front of him.
Oh god, he so badly wished that he didn’t… Samantha’s dad was bent over in front of him and grinding his massive, furry ass all over his crotch… this fucking slut… Timothy moaned around the cigar as that single thought passed through his head, his cock momentarily throbbing the hardest yet. In an instant he tried to yank himself away from underneath the clown, but his body hardly moved at all… something was wrong… he looked further down and discovered that his hands were tightly gripping onto Mr Henderson’s hips and then he spotted his own arms… holy shit… they were so enormous it seemed that if he were to give them as much as a tiny flex, both sleeves of his suit would come flying off in tatters!
Timothy watched as his entire body swelled before his eyes, buttons of his shirt straining against the expanding pecs and abs, his shoulders and back growing wider, he was terrified, breathing more heavily, more smoke pouring down his throat. Despite all the horror it felt so incredible, the sensation of all his clothes pushed to their limit by the sheer size of his hulking, musclebound body. He couldn’t stop thrusting forward, fucking that big slut’s loose, needy hole. His jaw was clenching harder around the cigar, teeth digging deep into the tobacco, sucking on more of the smoke with each breath.
“That’s it boyo, ram is deeeep up Santa’s chimney HYOHOHOHOOOOOOH!!!”
Before hearing that horny, demented laugh was enough to twist his stomach into a knot but now the corners of his mouth were starting to twist into a dopey grin as well, a perverted giggle rising from his throat. HYUCK HYUCK! That’s right! Horny fuck! Needs to rut! Hnnggh… no… Timothy groaned, trying to wrestle back the control over his body, but it was useless. He heard a seam pop, then another, it was like a cascade, a series of firecrackers going off as his clothes had finally given out. Below he was greeted with a sight of his pecs, two meaty slabs of muscle covered with dark hair, below them came his bulging six pack, and even further down a cock the size of his old forearm.
He had no idea if it had first ripped straight through his pants and underwear or if they had rather been torn apart by his immense, expanding thighs, either way, his cock was now sliding all the way inside this hairy pig’s gaping, cum-drenched hole and it felt fucking amazing!!! He was huffing the smoke deeper and deeper, flexing his biceps and watching them grow, covering with dark, matted hair and popping veins. He didn’t see the red clown nose or the face paint appearing on his face, but at this point he probably wouldn’t have cared.
“HYUCK HYUCK!!! SO FUUUCKING HORNYYYY!!!”
He giggled as loud as he could, his jaw growing wider as dense stubble sprouted all around the cigar clamped tightly within his grinning mouth. He was fucking the ass of his former father in law even harder and faster, both sex crazed clowns filling the tent with horny, animalistic grunts as their bodies dripped completely with sweat. Last sparks of their old selves fizzling out, smothered by the overwhelming pleasure and smoke. This cock hungry Santa calling him down to his workshop for a good pounding was starting to become more real than the drink they shared at the fancy, upscale bar barely an hour ago.
The grapefruit sized, churning balls of the humongous, muscular beast that used to be Timothy were rapidly slapping against his new slut’s ass, the need to unload them becoming irresistible. He had his lips closed tightly around the cigar’s girth, drawing as much smoke as he could, flexing every muscle in his body as it grew further and further beyond human limits, ramming his gigantic swollen cock forward with every bit of strength he had until with a thundering roar his back arched as he began to cum, yet another gigantic load flooding the horny Santa’s insides until the pressure grew so massive that the seed was squirting down his legs.
Mere seconds later both of their hulking bodies collapsed on top of each other out of exhaustion, but even then, the embers at the tips of their cigars were still burning bright. It wouldn’t be long before the two of them were back up again, ready to spread their jolly horniness further and further across the city so that everyone they met could join their merry troupe as well!
