It all started as nothing more than a joke class, something for Erakir to try. Erakir, normally a white mage, heard about a brand new jester class, a class to try out. He stood there in the circus tent with a mallet in hand and his new clothing on with the exception of the signature scarf he insisted on continuing to have. The rest of his outfit was a colorful mixture of red and black covering his long ears along with a streak of red along his eyes, and a one piece red and black suit. “Are you sure you don’t have anything in blue and yellow?” He had to ask the person that hired him, an anthro herm horse that seemed so damn familiar and so out of place for a circus…
Not to mention, that big cock that swung between her legs underneath a robe that was partly open. He didn’t think this was that kind of circus, but he couldn’t turn down this chance.

“It may not be your colors, but it’s about to be.” The horse herm known as Myu replied coyly with a big grin on her face. “Now, as a jester class, you come with a variety of abilities that I expect you to perform in your new circus job both on stage, and in the back. We’ll start with some of the simpler ones and then we can move on to the more advanced ones from there, understood?”

“What kind of abilities do I start with?” Erakir put that mallet on his shoulder with a small smile on his face. He was glad Myu was at least able to provide some base clothing for this ‘class change’, and a new job for that matter. Being a healer was too stressful some days, he just wanted to laugh and make others do the same, and this role promised just that!

“I’ll start you off easy.” Myu led Erakir to the center ring of the circus tent. There were many chairs for the crowd, yet not one person was seated. “We’ll practice before the main show. The first thing you should be able to do is simple, balloon animals. You simply take a balloon and tie it up into an animal of your choosing.” 

Normally such a task would not be possible, but with class changes, basic knowledge also came with it. “Of course! Just hand me a balloon and I’ll make you whatever animal you want!” He dropped the hammer and let it hit the ground with a soft squeak that echoed around them.

“You have to manifest the balloon yourself.” Myu explained. “You reach into your hammerspace, pull out a balloon, and then shape it into whatever you can think of.”

“My…hammerspace?” Erakir raised a brow. “I’ve got a hammer, but where’s the space?”

With a sigh, Myu sat down on a stool next to the small moogle. “Look, a hammerspace is what a juggler slash jester has to pull out whatever they want. It’s like casting a magical spell, but you’re creating an inanimate thing temporarily and then manipulating that. White magic exists, black magic exists. Hell, you got people summoning a dragon god attacking chocobos. That said, creating a fucking balloon out of thin air should be trivial.”

Well, one couldn’t argue with that logic. Erakir reached into his top and glanced down. He swore that chest of his was bigger but…surely his eyes were playing tricks on him. It made it all the easier to reach into his chest and pull out a balloon from nowhere, a big blue straight balloon that looked like a snake! With a grin on his face and newfound abilities put to work, he flexed and folded and molded that balloon before revealing… a cock. A shaft complete with two round balls, all created from the balloon that was half his size, but comically two dimensional. The moment he saw what he created though, Erakir blushed. “Errrmm…I was going for a puppy…”

“Nonsense! That’s perfect! Now make it cum and have it pop as it does so!” Myu clapped her hands amusingly.

Erakir looked at the balloon dick he held, a two dimensional blue balloon of a big cock. “Uh…” He didn’t question it, he just focused and sure enough from the tip of that shaft, a burst of seed shot out into the air, shrinking that large shaft rapidly and splattering the seed on his face before popping out of existence. “ACK!”

“Congratulations, you created an item that causes a blindness status effect!” Myu said with a laugh. “Just be careful where you point that thing for the audience, you don’t want to wind up getting someone pregnant with a balloon!”

Erakir wiped the seed off his face with a humph. “Ugh. Are all of my abilities going to be this… perverse?” He was into kinky stuff, he was Erakir after all! Still, a class so perverted wouldn’t be effective in combat. “Let’s move on. Can I juggle?”

“Of course. Here.” Suddenly, Myu tossed Erakir three large equine dildos in rapid succession. The small moogle didn’t even have time to think before he caught one, and then the other, and then the other, juggling the three of them in the air. “Juggling!” The horse added happily.

While these weren’t the kind of things Erakir had in mind, he was happy to juggle without putting any thought into it. “Erm, this is neat.” His eyes traced each and every shaft that he juggled in his grasp, making his own cock create a tent in those pants. “Do you have anything else like…balls?”

With a casual shrug from the horse watching him, Erakir found himself juggling more and more things tossed by her, three more things for a total of six items he juggled with minimal effort. However, as he looked at the new objects tossed, he noticed each of them was a vagina ball, a ball of latex flesh with a slit perfect for sticking a cock inside, and with an equine appearance at that. He knew this job he applied for required being a jester, but there was nothing about how perverted this role was really going to be!

“You’re doing quite well jugging all of that! You’ll make a fine jester. You can make balloons, you can juggle sex toys, I think you’re ready for things to get on with the main show!”

Erakir’s minimal focus was lost upon hearing that voice. The various sex toys were all up in the air, and now he knew he had to catch them all. Once again, without thinking. He caught the first two cunt balls in each hand. He jutted out his chest and watched as a dildo flew downwards and plummeted itself between the small pair of tits he swore he didn’t have a few minutes ago. He then opened his maw and let out a small “Gurk!” As one of the dildos thrust itself down his throat. He tilted his body up and raised his ass in the air as the next dildo thrust itself into his ass, tearing through his juggler outfit to reach it and sliding perfectly smoothly. He then thrust his crotch out and the final sex toy, the last vagina ball, landed itself right on his cock as it too tore his clothing to reach its destination.

Everything happened so quickly, yet just like that he was deep throating a dildo, one in his ass, a rubber cunt on his cock, and he held two other cunts with his hands, perfectly ‘catching’ all of the sex toys. His eyes rolled up as that toy deep in his rear moved back and forth, seemingly on it’s own.

The horse watched that moogle with big wide eyes and a huge grin with a tent in her own pants. “Ah, did I mention your ass also has an ability to make a cock move back and forth without even trying? You do that so you can literally make it look as if you’re fucking yourself! You can stop that at any time though!” 

Erakir’s ass, still high in the air, tried to break free from that fucking cock, only for him to land on the ground and for the shaft in his maw to move back and forth too. It didn’t help his own shaft was deep inside of one of the cunt balls. He let the balls he held onto roll free so he had hands to grab the sexes, but it did no good. He closed his eyes and let out a muffled moan as the cocks had their way with him. He swore that face of his was stretching and pulling out, but no… that had to be a figment of his imagination. Still, as he unleashed his seed into that cunt ball between his legs, he let out a muffled yelp, one that almost sounded like…
“Heeeeeeawwww!”

The moogle collapsed and, just as he came, the dildo in his mouth and ass slipped out and onto the ground. He had to take a good moment to recover, merely lying there in a puddle of his own pleasure, his seed dripping from that cock between his legs. His jester outfit torn around that ass, his crotch, and it felt so much smaller too. “Uhn…was that the grand finale?” He mumbled. He put his hands on the ground and pulled himself up, feeling a sense of vertigo as he stood, only to stumble right back down. Was he always that tall and could he always see a small muzzle in front of him?

“For that particular act, yes! You’re doing very splendidly. Now, get on up and we’ll start working on your next trick. I think you’ll like this one.”

Erakir rubbed the side of his head as he got up. He swore as he looked at his nose that it had a tint of redness to it, but no this must have been his imagination. “I’m also gonna need a new outfit.” He mumbled. The one he currently wore felt way too small. Stranger yet was a sensation of being… plugged up between his legs. He knew he had just orgasmed, the cum stain was proof of that, yet there was something more. “God, I feel so weird.” And yet, he was smiling.

“It’s you getting accustomed to your role. Come on, off with the clothes and we’ll get you changed. We can also see that new trick of yours!” 

Hesitantly, Erakir took off his clothes and showed off his nude moogle body. Everything was there from his pompom to a small fluffy tail and… he swore he had wings too, yet none were back there. Rather than question that though, he had another question about a small blue cloth tip sticking out from his shaft. “Huh? W-what’s that?”

“It’s your next magic trick! You pull the cloth from your cock and see how long it goes out for!” Myu said with a big grin. “I bet you can’t wait to see how big it is.”

The moogle couldn’t help himself. Not only was he curious, but he noticed his body was also taller too and so strange. Sure Myu said he was getting into the role, but so much of himself felt off, whether it was the A cup chest, the lack of wings, or a sudden foot or so increase in height. He grabbed that clock and pulled before releasing it very quickly. He hands clenched and he shuddered. “A-ahn…fffaahh…t-that…”

“It’s like you’re cumming as you pull on it, right?” Myu asked. “I’m sure that’s what it feels like. Look, it’s all sticky too! But come on, you can do better than that. How are you going to perform this in front of an audience if you can’t go the length of even the first cloth?”

“T-the first one?” Erakir stammered. His shaft looked normal, a white cock with just a blue cloth sticking out, no visible bulges or strangeness to it at all. He grabbed the cloth again and pulled, feeling a strong sensation as if he were constantly cumming, barely getting to the end of the blue cloth before he had to release it. His body shook and sweat. Each tug felt like an orgasmic high, as if he were cumming far more than just seed out. Well, technically he was orgasming a tissue, but still! “A-ahn…d-don’t…why is it…how am I…” Question after question rattled his moogle brain, yet being stuck in a state of orgasm wasn’t helping him. Even when he didn’t pull on the cloth, there was the pressure between his legs that begged for release. He had to get that out from his shaft, yet he lacked the strength to go more than a few inches!

“If you’re not going to get it out on your own, you may as well not have a cock to pull it out from!” Myu grabbed onto the cloth and began tugging. She pulled, and pulled, and pulled. The cloth predictably was attached to another piece, which was attached to another different colored, it was the old fashioned gag, yet as Myu pulled, Erakir’s cock shrank in size with each cloth that came out of it.

Erakir was unfortunately too distracted to even notice what was going on with his shaft! He leaned back and let out a moan. Normally, he might have called out some kupos, but instead he unleashed “EEEHHHHAAWWWW!” One after another as that cloth was pulled out from his shrinking cock. His balls shrank right along with it and, with one firm tug, Erakir experienced another mind blowing orgasm that shook his entire body. Unlike before though there was no cum that came out, but a sudden wet sensation between his, or rather her legs as that shaft was gone, replaced with a feminine slit, yet he fell back and squirmed on the floor, too distracted by the ecstasy of how long that orgasm was, how good it felt to have so much pulled out of him, and how he longed to do more of it!

“There. If you’re not gonna be able to do that trick, we’ll give you a form that can handle other tricks instead.” Myu chuckled at the moogle as they laid on the ground. Oh if only they saw their form. The feminine curves they were developing along with that growing body. They were a much taller moogle, now with B cup tits and a feminine slit, hardly a male anymore.

“Ahn…awww…” Erakir’s eyes fluttered open. He slowly got up and looked down at his form, spotting those grown tits, and especially that warm wet slit between his legs. “H-hey! You didn’t tell me this form could change genders!” Magic was a hell of a drug able to do so much. He was no longer a he, but a she! “How do I change back?”

“That’s the neat part. You don’t.” Myu replied. “Look, until you become a better jester, you need a better form to suit you. You need a new gender, new assets, and new tricks. Rather than pull cloth from a cock, you can now stuff one in your cunt! Let’s move on, we’ve got a long way to go before you’re done! We’ll get you a new outfit in a bit.”

“W-what other tricks could I possibly do?” The thought of making a cock ‘disappear’ into that cunt made him smile. Then again, everything kept him grinning. He knew he was transforming into something else entirely. That pompom of his was long gone, yet he only wanted more. These changes felt so wrong, yet so right. “Juggling, pulling a cloth from me, cock balloons, what more could you want in a jester?”

“Well you hardly look like one! Your nose is a little redder but it could be better! Moreover your fur color is just plain wrong, good thing jesters are good with paint!”

“P-paint?” Erakir stammered. He tilted his head and watched Myu pull out a treasure chest, a literal chest that looked like it came from a pirate ship. She slammed it down in front of her between her and Erakir.

“Open it up. You’ll find all your clown things in there. You can’t have a hammerspace for EVERYTHING! You need your own personalized chest.”

Erakir did just as instructed and found a big empty container. Well, more precisely there was darkness inside the empty container and, as he reached in, he pulled out two large white cartoonish gloves. “Huh?”

“Clowns do have big hands and big feet! So you need the gloves and shoes to match! Go on, slip them on.”

Big was an understatement. These gloves were twice the size of his small white hands! “I guess, but why only four fingers? He put the white comically oversized gloves on and wiggled those fingers, finding he had surprisingly good control over them.

“You’ll understand later.” Myu chuckled. Erakir seemed to be worrying less and less about his, well, her body, yet there was so many more things to be done. Slow changes were good in their own right, but there was also something…else that could be done. “Now, there’s some black paint in there I want you to cover yourself with. It’ll look very good on your body, especially with all those curves of yours!”

Just as instructed, the moogle pulled out some black paint. “Brought to you by…big black chocobo?” He set it down and rubbed his head in confusion. “You want me…to paint myself?” Something in the back of his mind he had caught onto was his lack of ‘kupos’, a moogle surely would have said them by now, yet his voice was only sounding higher pitched. He also didn’t ‘quite’ feel like unleashing such a silly little noise, but there was something else ticking his tongue that he wanted to get out.

“No! You’re a clown, Erakir! You’ve got to get a LOT more toony thoughts in that head of yours.” Myu grabbed the bucket and… SPLAT! With one firm toss, the black paint covered the moogle from head to paw, black paint covering his frame that had curves, a feminine slit, and big ears. Strangely, after that toss, there was no pompom to the moogle’s head. “There. Perfect!”

“HAW?!” With a leap and before he knew it, black paint smothered his body. He quickly tried to clean it off, only to find it wouldn’t get off his frame. Sure, some of the paint got off, but the black color stuck firmly to his body. Not only that, but his body felt less…furry and more leathery. “Gahhh I look like a sli-EEHHHAWW thing!” He reached into that treasure trove in front of him and pulled out a towel. One swift cleaning later, he was dry, yet still almost pitch black with the exception of red spots along his flat chest and eyes in the shape of triangles, and two big red rosy cheeks. “I thought clowns were supposed to be white! My fur was SO perfect!”

“Jesters come in all sorts of colors, shapes, and sizes. Some are small and white, others are tall and black. Some are small white furry moogles, others are big donkeys.” Myu explained. “Look at you and tell me which one of these you are.”

Erakir glanced down. He grabbed the side of his head gently as a sense of vertigo rushed through his form. He wanted to say he was short, but this was anything but true. He didn’t remember getting so tall, yet there he was, standing out taller than before, at least at an average height for a person and not a moogle. He was also largely black with red on him as if some sort of odd playing card. “T-this is one heck of a class change…haw…” He had black hide, big comical gloves, a taller body, and a female slit between those legs of his. His ears were long and his muzzle jutted out, now as red as a clown’s own. He looked like a comical donkey, and he felt just like one too. Out of curiosity, he raised one foot and saw big giant hooves in the shape of oversized clown feet. Shoes that would never come off, but only because they were apart of his body.

“You know, you’re really not getting into this.” The equine sighed. “You’re smiling, you got the white paint on your lips, but you’re hardly happy. Go inflate that head of yours full of air. Become a literal airhead, I want to see you pull off your toon physics and become the jester you were born to be.”

Cartoon physics? Well, Erakir HAD been pulling off some zany things already. She reached behind her and pulled out a bike pump. She really had to start figuring out where these things were coming from! She didn’t even THINK about pulling this out! “Uh…” Her big large donkey ears stretched farther than what normal ears ever could have been able to. “I don’t think…”

“Well yeah, that’s the idea.” Myu grabbed the end of the hose and stuffed it in Erakir’s ear-hole. “Now, pump.”

“AW!” Erakir kicked her feet up, and her hands landed right down on the pump. A low hiss sound went in one ear and out the other. She FELT that head of hers inflating, yet in a cartoonishly round way. She immediately let go of the pump, but the roundness remained. “Ahn…w-wha?” Her head looked like a basketball, a basketball with big long ears and eyes fixated on the equine in front of her.

“Wonderful. Now you’re REALLY getting into the toon spirit. Let that air take over your head, your mind. You’re a big funny clown doing clown tricks.” Myu placed a hoof on the end of the bike pump and pushed down on it, inflating Erakir’s head more. She lifted up, and the bike pump reset before she pushed down again. She blew up that head bit by bit. “Enough of this boring wondering what’s going on, let’s clown around a bit.”

With each pump, Erakir’s body began to float up, higher and higher. As he floated upwards, those worries of his grew more and more. What the hell was going on? Magic was one thing, but this was another thing entirely! And why was it so…HOT? It made his nether regions burn like no other. No, he had to stop it! He grabbed the end of the pump in his ear and with a hard tug, yanked it out!

If only he had seen more cartoons.

Erakir suddenly went whizzing around the entire circus tent as his head rapidly deflated. Along with the air, all of his worries, all of his important thoughts raced out of him like a…rapidly deflating head. He slowly fell back down right where he started, now with a deflated head and not a single sign of moogle left, clothing, scarf, or otherwise. Not that there was much when he started. He put his thumb in his mouth and blew, reinflating his head back to normal before pulling his hand out, and then his mind immediately wondering…
‘What the hell was that and how can I do it again?’

“Glad to see you landed safely, but I’m sure you got some more hot air in there. Why don’t you try pulling another balloon animal out of you?” Myu suggested.

A balloon? Erakir recalled how he…she did it the first time. Yes, a simple single balloon from the inside of her clothing. The problem this time was the lack thereof. Her black hide showed off for the world to see, including a donkey tail in the back that flickered. Any sign that she was a moogle was gone. Even that signature scarf of hers that she wore, the one she still had as a jester was nowhere to be found with little idea what happened to it. “Pull it from my ass?” Why did that sound so right? Her head was still spinning from that recent airhead event.

“Your ass, your cunt, your mouth, really you can pull it from any orifice you can think of. If you wanna get creative, you can pull it out from your tits. You’ve got a big black donkey body now, let’s see you use it to the fullest for all of your jester bits. We need a really good show for tonight!”

Erakir reached down to between her legs beyond that chest which now pushed out to a C cup. She tried to ignore the fact that she had tits and a cunt to begin with and merely focused. “Fine, but you better teach me how to change back to white mage after this!” With a deep breath, her face suddenly went flush. A pink thing suddenly spread her lower lips and, upon grabbing and pulling it out, she revealed a balloon, a long thin balloon that she simply…had in her cunt that came out slick and wet. “U-uuhnnn…” Her legs shuddered. She really pulled a big balloon from her cunt using her oversized white gloves!

“Wonderful!” Myu clasped her hands happily. The sight of a big black donkey pulling a balloon from their cunt was a delight to see! “Now, how do you feel? How long can you keep doing that for?”

Erakir stared at the balloon momentarily. She felt as if something had been lost in this balloon, something important, as if this balloon was more than just rubber and air, but something so much more. She tried molding and bending it, only to form what ‘appeared’ to be a number eight, but she knew what she actually made out of it. “Tits…” She broke a small smile and let the balloon pop. “God. That was so pleasurable, but I don’t know if I can keep doing that forever!” Her mind ran wild as she tried to figure out what was lost. She was a donkey and she used to be a moogle. Was it her gender? No, she was always female. Class changes didn’t impact THAT! As the balloon in her hand suddenly popped, so to did the wave of thoughts she once had, and she was left…happier for that!

“Why don’t you do it again?” Myu suggested. “Pull more things out from you. Let’s see what you got stored in that body of yours.”

Erakir shuddered as many more of her holes ‘filled’ up so suddenly. She reached back and pulled out anal beads, popping them out one at a time in a variety of colors. Each ball that came out made Erakir smile more and more, as if her worries were being pulled right out of her body. Sure, these were MUCH more perverted than the cloth from her cock, but at the same time…so amusing. The length of balls continued for ages, lasting the length of 20 anal balls before the last one pulled out with a huge POP and landing on the ground. “Ooohhh that was…I didn’t think I had all that in me! God, I could probably fit a person in there!”

“Or a whole circus.” Myu said with a grin. “You know the tiny car bit. Imagine that with an ass. But that might be a bit too extreme for us this time. Still, something we can think about. Now how about a creampie?” Myu suggested with a grin.

“A…what?” Erakir stammered. Her mind split on what such a thing was.

“A facial. A creampie. A face full of white. I’m sure you want it really badly, don’t you?” Myu suggested. “You’re a sexy donkey clown, and a sexy donkey clown does sexy donkey things, don’t they?”

Erakir WAS a sexy female donkey with big tits and a big black body with a short donkey tail. She was something else before, but that felt like ages ago. This class change made her feel so happy, so wonderful, and so…horny, though she’d hide it in front of the audience, especially in front of the very one in front of her, those nipples of hers perked up eagerly. “You’re right. A horny donkey does do horny donkey things, so you want a facial?”

“Let me have it.” Myu said with an affirming nod.

SPLAT!

Erakir had no idea where, no idea how she got it, but there it was, a big banana cream pie smack dab on the equine’s face, covering her with white cream, and a big grin on Erakir’s donkey lips. “I’m sorry, I had a SPLIT decision!” Wherever this came from, it mattered not, Erakir burst into laughter at her own joke.

The equine wiped the cream off her face with a smirk. “Glad to see you’re getting into the role. You’ll make a good jester yet.”

Of course! Erakir was born to be a jester! That white mage stuff never worked out anyway. Here she could pull whatever she damn well pleased from her tits, her cunt, and even her ass. The idea of being told to pull something from her butt and she could literally just do it! A big black donkey white mage was a weird class anyway. She was SURE she used to be something else, another furry species, but… that felt like too long ago. “Of course. But if you want me to suck you off, I can do that.” Erakir reached behind her and pulled out a large vacuum. “How’s this? Or do we need to go…miniature?” She tossed the big hefty thing aside and pulled out a miniature vacuum, no bigger than the palm of her hand. She was still at a loss where all of this was coming from. She was turning the situation downright cartoony but…she was enjoying it. No white mage ever had this kind of power. The donkey brushed her ears back, her big long ears that resembled large triangles with bells at the tips of them, and stretched more than a few feet in length.

“Oh no, that’s quite alright.” Myu chuckled. Erakir was looking more and more complete, but something hadn't changed about her, something important. “You know, you need a stage name to complete this. You’ve got the jester ‘hat’, the big giant tits, huge ass that we may as well call the tunnel of love, and big huge clown hoof feet. The only thing left is your name.”

Her name? Yes, that old name was so boring. A name that Erakir reached down into her large D cup tits and pulled out a pile of confetti. She threw it above her head and the name was spelled out above her, ERAKIR, a name that fizzled away in an instant, scattered off to the wind. “Ooohh…a new name huh…well I’m a donkey, a big donkey with a big posterior.” She wiggled that ass with a grin. “Delightful Donkey! With a superior posterior and a cunt ripe for entry! Wanna see how much you can make me honk?” She jumped in the air and landed with a soft thud on those oversized donkey hooves. She grabbed her tits and squeezed, letting out very loud airy ‘HONK HONK’ noises. “DD also matches my tit size pretty damn well!” Yes…now she was REALLY getting into this. She felt like a total airhead. Well hell, she WAS full of air not too long ago! “Thank you Myu! I’m ready to perform like the clown I am!”

“Glad to hear it. You did well with those several tricks! Even the improv with the air was amazing. I hope the crowd is into head inflation.” Myu said with a laugh. “Now, how about some behind the scenes practice before the next big show?”

Of course DD knew what Myu wanted. Heck, the only reason she put herself INTO this story was for one thing, and that erection showed it all! Her own donkey cunt was slick and eager, ready to put something IN it than OUT of it. “Oh of course, I’d love to make something disappear!”

Myu gave DD a big hug. Of course, DD had to go meta at the end, another cartoonish gag was to do such a thing…she just wished she had the chance to do that first!