A man with tan skin walked along the boardwalk on a hot summer day. The city allowed people outside again, and he couldn't wait to spend a day at the state fair. A person could buy almost anything at the fair, and there was plenty of food. He walked along with a small bag in hand and glanced over at the midway. He always thought the games at the midway were a rip off. Even if someone could win a prize on his or her first try, it was usually cheaper just to buy it. Still, they were entertaining for a little bit. He spent three dollars on just enough tickets for Skee-ball, which had a variety of different names. The trick was to roll a ball up and try to get a high score. In this case, 200 was the target. The highest amount on the board was 50, and with six balls, there was some leeway, but not much.

Brandon exchanged his tickets for a coin, put down his bag, and grabbed onto a ball. He rolled one ball, and watched it sink right in the 50-point slot. 'Wow, nice.' He thought, but he remained calm. He repeated his muscle motion, and scored another 50, then another. He heard the bell at the top of his game ring, but that was just for the small prize. With one more roll, he scored 210, just a bit higher than one needed for the prize. He dreaded the thought of dragging around a massive plush, but at the same time, he felt excited over winning. It was just then he realized as he looked around that he didn't see any plush toys to begin with. "Huh?" He scratched his head. "I swore I saw some weird plush things here a moment ago."

Just then, a creature tapped on Brandon's shoulder from behind. Brandon turned around and jumped at the sight of the creature.

The creature didn't look evil, but it did look bizarre. It had a white face, and it looked as if it wasn't all makeup either. There was a red nose at the tip of the creature's face with big purple ears. The creature almost looked like a dragon and a clown mixed into one. With purple-tipped lips, it let out a girlish laugh at Brandon. It pointed to the machine Brandon just played, and imitated the motions of him rolling a ball.

Brandon didn't think the fair would have people running around in full size costumes. Part of him thought maybe it was just a big fan, but he didn't know the clown creature from anywhere in his state. "Yes, I did that." He said with a sarcastic roll of his eyes. He looked around curiously. "You know where the person is for me to get the prize from?"

The weird dragon clown creature looked around briefly before it shrugged and pointed to itself with a smile and another laugh.

Brandon had to admit for a clown creature, it was very lifelike. The mouth moved and it had a constant facial smile that looked real. The breathing even looked real. If Brandon didn't know better, the creature 'was' real. "Okay, you're the person that gives out the prizes? Well, where is it?" He said.  'And where did the person go that exchanged the tickets for the coin anyways?' He then thought.

The dragon clown kneeled down slightly and put her arms behind her back. She then pulled out cotton candy decorated in a blue swirl and presented it to him as if she were presenting a treasured heirloom. 

"Uh, thanks?" Brandon grabbed the cotton candy with a look of confusion on his face. He reached out and bit into it curiously. 'Huh, not bad.' He pulled back after a bite and let the candy dissolve in his mouth. "Where did you get this?" He knew there were various cotton candy stalls, but he swore the clown's hands were empty not a moment ago.

The clown let out a laugh before it reached out with two pink claws and gave Brandon's nose a squeak. Bizarrely, it let out a very loud 'honk honk' before the clown laughed and ran off.

"HEY!" Brandon dropped the cotton candy and covered his nose. He watched as the clown ran off, and he just rolled his eyes. He wondered if maybe the clown wasn't actually part of the fair, but someone who dressed like one to screw around with people. "Ugh, dumb thing." He pulled his hands away and went cross eyed to look down at his nose. His nose was beet red, but he didn't feel any pain from it. He noticed visible swelling, but not in a normal way. "What the heck did she do?"

Brandon remembered the honking noise. Curiously, he touched the nose. It felt oddly airy, and he swore it pushed in more than it should have with a gentle push. He pushed it a bit harder, and it pushed in fully and made a faint squeak noise. Brandon released the nose and it went to an oval shape, almost like a clown nose. "What the?" He couldn't even finish his sentence. It was as if he was going to swear, but then there was a sudden loud 'honk' from his nose, as if to censor himself.

Brandon pushed in the nose again a bit harder and he heard the nose honk. 'It looks and sounds just like a clown nose.' He thought. That shouldn't have been possible though. He tried to pull it off in hopes the nose was some sort of weird prop that the clown used, but it didn't come off. "Ugh! I have to find that clown creature." He picked up his bag and left the cotton candy as he went off in the direction the clown ran. As he walked down the street, he noticed the crowds began to pick up, and he got more than a few awkward looks for his strange nose.

Brandon noticed there was a strange creature in the large crowd. It wasn't hard to find the dragon in a crowd of normal people. She stuck out like a sore thumb. He put his hand on her shoulder from behind and tried to speak up above the noise the crowd made. "What's the big idea with this nose?" He asked. He didn't want to sound threatening, yet there was a hint of anger in his tone.

The dragon froze in her steps and let out a giggle.

"Turn around and face me when I'm talking to you." Brandon noticed how different his voice was with the nose. He wanted to sound commanding, but with his squeaky clown nose, he was anything but. 

The dragon stood still for another minute. She reached up in front of her face before she suddenly turned around and blew a dark powder aimed directly at Brandon's face.

Brandon let out a yelp and let go of the dragon. He tried to cover his face, but it was too late. His big red squeaky nose inhaled the powder. He was afraid the dragon blew some kind of poison at him, but as he inhaled the powder, he knew what it was. 'Pepper?'
The pepper the dragon blew at Brandon tickled his red nose, and he felt a sneeze coming on. He felt his eyes grow watery, but he saw the dragon run again. "H-hey st...sta...stacho!" Brandon let out a loud sneeze and a big honk of his nose. During his sneeze, his tongue not only came out of his mouth, but it felt almost as if it wanted to fly out as it tripled in length. He froze in place with his much longer tongue dangling out from his mouth.

Brandon could tell there were many more eyes upon him. He had a dazed look of confusion from the long tongue. He pulled it back in, and smiled nervously at the onlookers. His neck felt weird too, but he had to worry about one thing at a time. With a smile and a wave, he returned to chasing after the dragon through the crowd. As he raced past slower people, he heard a constant jingling noise, and it was 'very' close. Brandon slowed his pace, and the jingling slowed down until he stopped. 'It reminds me of Christmas jingling, but where is it coming from?' He glanced around curiously.

Brandon raised his hands on top of his head and felt two round metal objects he immediately identified as bells. He stepped forward and heard a jingle, and then another step with another jingle. 'It's on me! There's more than just the nose, but I'm jingling too! That creature is transforming me into something freakish!' He thought to himself. He knew he could have walked away and tried to figure this out, but he also knew that weird dragon creature must have been able to change him back. He just had to chase it down.

Despite the massive crowd, Brandon heard a girlish giggling to the east. He turned direction and ran towards where he heard it. As he ran, he noticed the crowds around him thin down, although he wasn't concerned about that.
After a bit of running, he noticed the giggling brought him directly to the midway, and the source of the giggling picked up even louder in the direction of the funhouse. Brandon turned to the funhouse and saw one very large clown face where the mouth, wide open with a bouncing tongue, served as the entrance. It was currently daytime so it hardly looked intimidating, but Brandon wondered if the dragon creature was even inside. Curiously, he approached the entrance.

A sudden dark purple-scaled hand jutted out from the funhouse directly on Brandon's face, instructing him to stop. It then pointed to the 'requirement' to enter the funhouse before the hand vanished.

Brandon couldn't even tell if the hand was attached to a body. It just jutted out with an arm and stopped him before it vanished into nothingness. "Dammit, this is real life, not some silly cartoon."

With a frustrated sigh, Brandon looked at the requirement to enter the funhouse. He assumed it was a height requirement. While Brandon more than met the height requirement, he noticed there was another requirement. "Tit size?" He put himself up against the board. He was flat chested. He didn't even have fat in his breast as he was, while not muscular, he was far from fat. "What kind of funhouse has a breast requirement?" He wanted to try to enter anyways, but as he turned his attention back to the entrance, he noticed a massive white gloved hand blocking the entrance.

Brandon tried to look around the hand, but every time he raised or lowered his head, the position of the palm blocked his view. "How am I able to get into a funhouse with a damn tit requirement?" He asked in an annoyed tone. He glanced around at the crowd, but he noticed there were fewer people, and those fewer people did not seem to care for Brandon's situation.

The hand reached into the funhouse and pulled out a hose. It attached it to Brandon's chest through his gray shirt. The hose connected to a bike pump the hand also brought out, and began to push and pull on it.

Brandon jumped back when the hand reached out to him, but it didn't stop the hand from attaching the pump onto his shirt. He looked down at it bizarrely, and then over at the hand. "Do you really think this is going to do anything?" He could tell the hand didn't listen, and that the pump 'did' do something.
Brandon's breast inflated outwards inch by inch. Every push down on the pump inflated Brandon's breast just a little bit more. Only one tit grew, but it was obviously swelling with air. Brandon grabbed onto the hose just as the tit reached a B cup, and he pulled at it. "H-hey! Get it off!"

The hand only stopped when Brandon's tit was as big as a D cup. Even then, it pulled out the bike pump, placed it on Brandon's other tit, and began to inflate that as well.

"Stop it!" Brandon grabbed his one inflated tit and shivered at the pleasure it gave him. Feeling his other tit grow also gave him pleasure, but it didn't stop him from trying to yank off the tube. His tits felt light, yet they had a slight drop to them, as if they were real tits and not breast that just had literal air inside of it.

The hand stopped after both of Brandon's tits measured at two D cups, each. It then took the hose and pulled it back into the funhouse. The hand retracted into the house and vanished from sight.

Brandon reached down and felt his breast in disbelief. At least he met the requirement to enter the funhouse, but at the cost of his chest. His shirt rode up and revealed a slight midriff thanks to the new size of his tits. "That damn dragon must be behind this."

There was no way Brandon could hide his changes any longer. With the hand gone and tit requirement met, he went into the funhouse. He didn't get too far before he noticed a set of stairs that led downward. The walls shined with red paint. There was a painting of a cartoon shark that pointed downwards, as if indicating the direction Brandon had to go. Brandon noticed the staircase was a bright green and the steps haphazardly went down a flight with little rhyme and reason to the spacing of the steps. One step had three inches down to the next, while the other went down two feet, and that was different for the left and right foot.

Brandon looked down the steps, but as he looked down, he saw his massive tits. He grabbed them, and shivered at the pleasure he got just from feeling them. He squeezed his tits, as if to try to push them back into his body. He heard a slight 'hiss' noise as his tits deflated, as if Brandon opened up a beach ball, opened up the top, and tried to squeeze the air out it. In this case, the air squeezed right out from his nipples. Brandon both felt and heard his tits deflate. Just as they deflated like large beach balls, they resembled deflated beach balls once he was done with them. "Okay, it's not perfect, but it's better than what it was." He said to himself with confidence. He still had to catch the dragon and try to get it to fix this mess somehow. He felt as if he were turning into something sillier with every passing moment.

Brandon walked down the steps, and as he did, he heard a noise of something inflating itself. He did not have to look far to realize that it was his own tits that inflated back up again. By the time Brandon reached the last step on the bizarre staircase, his tits were back to their full size from before. "Ugh. Stupid dragon. You son of a..." His nose honked again. "Where did you go?" He looked around.

Blinking lights illuminated the interior of the funhouse. The blinking was in a pattern where there were always some lights on as well. To the left was a picture of a dragon clown standing on a bicycle, and to the right was a picture of a different dragon clown on a unicycle juggling bowling ball pins. The pictures were bright and cartoony against the shiny red wall. Brandon looked in front of him and saw a moving floor that slowly moved back towards the beginning where he stood, and it went on farther into the funhouse, twisting and turning to the point where he could not see the end.

Brandon grabbed onto the silver railing and walked along the moving path. As he did, he noticed the pictures to the left and right of him moved with him, as if they were animated pictures. He didn't pay much attention to them and thought of them as nothing more than just a trick to the funhouse. As he walked, he felt his shirt continue to strain at his body. "My tits aren't growing bigger, my tits aren't growing bigger." He repeated to himself. He didn't want to look down to make sure they weren't. What he didn't notice was that his stomach was the thing getting bigger. It bloated out and around, but it looked strange on his body rather than just plain fat. His shirt rode up on his growing torso, but he didn't feel his neck cover up with the shirt. However, the only reason he didn't feel his shirt cover his neck was that his neck grew too.

Brandon tried to ignore the changes on his body. It was hard not to crack a smile as he walked down the moving platform that seemingly never ended though. He felt anything but amused. He knew this was the work of that dragon though. He wasn't sure how much his body would continue to change. He just had to get to her before it was too late.

Brandon walked along the platform and followed the twists and turns. He swore there were so many turns that it should have been physically impossible to be where he was at times, or he would have seen places he was already at, but he just figured that was another trick of the funhouse.

After what felt like half an hour, Brandon stepped off the platform and took a breath. He arrived at a large circular room with miniature punching bags scattered around the room, as if the room was a colorful forest with bright vibrant colors on the walls, floor, and ceiling. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a bright blue door with the words 'Employees only' written in a dark red.
'Is that a way out?' Brandon thought to himself. He knew better than to try to leave until he spotted the dragon. The funhouse felt scary to be in alone, but not so much that he wanted to leave.

Just then, Brandon heard a giggle come from the other side of the door. The door didn't have an emergency exit label, so there was likely at least a hallway beyond it. He placed his hand on the handle softly, and turned it.

The doorway did not lead to a hallway, but a very bright pink room. The room looked just like a wardrobe department from a movie set. There was a large stand with many mirrors pointed down at a stool with many bright lights everywhere.

"What is this?" Brandon walked inside. He heard his head jingle as he entered, and it annoyed him to no end. He reached up and grabbed the bells, but as he tried to pull them off, it felt as if he were trying to pull his own head off from his shoulders. "My head and these tits. Ugh. Where is that dumb dragon?" There was nowhere in the room the dragon could hide easily.

Brandon walked inside and looked around slowly. He knew there was no spot the dragon should have been able to hide physically, but the dragon acted comical. It wouldn't surprise him if she behaved in a more cartoonish manner than just a few gags. "Okay, where are you? I know you're in this place somewhere!" 

Brandon heard a giggle again. He looked over to the desk and saw all of those mirrors. He walked over to the mirrors and looked up at each of them. He saw his big bright red nose in the reflection, as well as his tits and off torso. He even saw an odd green color on the very center of his belly, and a very pinkish color on his hands with purple nails. "I'm starting to look like some kind of clown." He said to himself. He squeezed his nose and heard a loud honk. He couldn't help but chuckle slightly, but then he stopped. 'I should not find this funny. This is horrifying.' He thought.
"The only thing I'm missing is some makeup."

"Makeup?" A female voice, though deep, called out from behind Brandon.

Brandon froze in place. He carefully turned his head to where he thought he heard the noise come from. There was no way anything could be hiding behind that light. The light stand was less than a foot thick, and while the top was large, it was only about two feet by two feet. Brandon knew the dragon was much larger. "Yes, makeup." He called out in hopes to draw the dragon.

"MAKEUP!" The voice shouted. The dragon suddenly jumped out from behind the pole that was far too thin to hide it. It was as if it performed cartoon-like physics to reveal itself. It held a giant pink powder puff in its hands, and with it, it smacked the powder puff on Brandon's face. A pink cloud quickly filled the room.

Brandon's eyes widened, but he had to shut his eyes fast once the powder filled the room. He coughed as the powder filled his lungs and he waved his hand in front of him. "H-hey! Stop...ack...ugh. Stop that!"

When the smoke cleared, Brandon slowly opened his watery eyes. He looked around for the dragon, and saw nothing. He turned back to the mirrors and gasped. Brandon's face now had white makeup with two pink spots on his cheeks. He had the face almost identical to a clown's own, and with the color hues, it looked like a female clown.

Brandon looked down at the vanity dresser and dug through the drawers. He found a stack of baby wipes and knew actors used them to help with their makeup. He pulled out a bunch of them haphazardly, and tried wiping his face with the wet cloths. As he did, the makeup stuck firmly. "It's not coming off!" He shouted in frustration.

He heard another giggle come from the other side of the employee door. He felt his ears turn back to the direction, and he knew human ears shouldn't be capable of doing that. He looked back at the mirror and saw his ears were much bigger, and seemed to shift in the sound of direction. He never really got a great look at the dragon, but from what he remembered, the dragon had similar ears. "Man, if my face was pulled out, I'd look a lot more like her." He said to himself. Yet, he felt happy. He knew he shouldn't be happy, but it was hard not to smile.

"As you wish!" A goofy voice said. The dragon suddenly popped out from one of the tiny vanity dresser drawers and grabbed Brandon's nose. She gave it a few good squeezes and tossed more pepper at his face before she vanished back into the drawers.

"Oh come on! Not aga...ag...ah...ACHOO!" Brandon did his best to hold back his sneeze. He knew the last one resulted in nothing good. This time as he sneezed, he felt his mouth and now fly forward. He closed his eyes during the sneeze so he couldn't see it, but he could feel his mouth pull outwards with his nose right on top of it. As he sneezed, confetti also flew out of his mouth, and a purple cloth dripped out from his red nose, as if to mimic snot.

Brandon opened his eyes and noticed the dangling purple cloth. He would have covered one of his nostrils and tried to 'push' it out, but he had no idea where the other nostril was on his big red nose. He tried to 'pull' it back in, but he couldn't do that either. "Fantastic. I'm becoming a clown inside, and out." He noticed a piece of confetti on his snout, and wiggled the new snout to get it off him. He reached out and grabbed the purple cloth and made a disgusted face at how wet the cloth still was, likely with his own mucus.

Brandon pulled the cloth out, but as he pulled, the cloth wrapped around a light green cloth. He pulled again, and 'that' cloth wrapped around a red one. He kept pulling the cloth out of his nose, but it just grew more and more, as if he pulled out one long colorful rope from his nose that was 'far' bigger than it should have been. It was a good three minutes before Brandon finally pulled the last of the cloth from his nose. He made a huge sticky mess underneath him from the long cloth tied into a rope, but he didn't care. He knew he was transforming, and he'd continue to do so the longer he stuck around. His pants felt uncomfortable. He felt his ass stick above his pants, and he couldn't pull them back up. His shirt rode up higher and higher on his tits that continued to grow, and even if he deflated them, they would just inflate again. Worse yet, it felt 'good' to feel them inflate. His shoes felt tight on his feet. He knew clowns, and he knew 'exactly' why his shoes were so tight. He still had glasses on his face, but as he looked through them, things appeared blurry. He lifted up his glasses and blinked rapidly to see things were no longer that blurry. 'Well, no longer needing glasses was the best thing about this transformation.' He thought to himself. He wanted to keep his glasses, just in case he actually did find a way to change back, but he felt another sneeze. Unable to help himself, he sneezed directly onto his glasses, and when he opened his eyes after the sneeze, his glasses were no longer normal glasses, but comically huge pink ones.

"I'm not surprised at this point." Brandon wanted to frown, but he had a huge smile on his face he could not get rid of and an erection between his legs that did not want to go down for some strange reason. He exited the makeup room, as he saw the dragon leave and he doubted she could 'magically' return, even if she used such strange unreal physics to hide behind things she shouldn't. "I'm beginning to hate clowns." He said to himself as he left the room and went back into the circular room full of thin colorful punching bags.

Brandon walked farther into the funhouse. As he was about to leave the circular room, he felt himself spin. At first, he thought it was some sort of magical trick, but he looked down and noticed a large tile that spun in a circle. Brandon looked ahead and noticed a variety of them. "Just how long is this funhouse anyways?" He walked along the wide lit hallway with a look of anger on his face, but the clown makeup, nose, and snout made it look exaggerated and silly. He also broke into an occasional smile unwillingly.

The hallway changed colors from a bright red to a dark blue. Brandon noticed various fruits plastered onto the walls with the words 'lick us' Placed above the fruits.
"That is incredibly unsanitary, even by funhouse standards. Also, there's an innuendo in there somewhere, but heck if I can think of it." He felt his tits continue to grow as he looked at the fruits. His body also felt bigger. His body was so big that his shirt couldn't hide his breast any longer. His two large tits revealed themselves with green scales, but the nipples colored a light blue. His changing body just reminded him how he had to get out of there before it was too late, but he had to find the dragon and make her fix him first.

'The dragon is both amusing me and arousing me. Dammit.' Brandon walked up to a door at the end of the hallway and tried to open it up, but it wouldn't budge. He noticed a riddle on the door. "Lick the yellow, red, and blue. In alphabetical order you must do. Only then can you see what you will truly be." He read aloud.

"So they want me to lick the walls after all." Brandon walked back to the wall that had the various pictures of fruit. Once there, he looked around for a camera. He loathed the idea of licking a wall that countless others already licked. He held up his pink hands with purple claw tips, and wiggled his fingers as he looked down at his hands. He chuckled at the sight of his strange fingers, but then stopped. 'I have to stop laughing. This is a serious matter.' He reached up and pressed one of the fruits. He hoped that the wall had a sort of sensor where it didn't matter if someone used his or her tongue or not. 

Brandon pressed down on the fruits in the order he thought he had to press. He was thankful the riddle only seemed to indicate he had to 'lick' three fruits out of the five on the wall, but after he pressed the three and went back to the door, the door still didn't open. He walked back to the walls and stomped on his way back. As he did, he heard a loud rip noise from his shoes and felt a sudden rush of cold air. He looked down and noticed tiny purple claw tips poked out from underneath. He didn't want to take his shoes off in this funhouse, although he doubted he was going to get a choice at this rate.

Brandon leaned down to the first fruit and stuck out his tongue. He could barely see his tongue with his big red nose in the way. He licked the wall and got a small taste of the apple he licked. He wasted little time licking the other fruits, and then his ears flickered as he heard the sound of the door unlock. He pulled his tongue back in, but his tongue felt strange. He could almost feel two small tips at the end of his tongue, and as he tried to run his tongue along his teeth to get a feel for how much his tongue changed, he realized his teeth shifted with the muzzle too. He didn't have razor sharp teeth, but they were sharper than a human's was.

"This can't be going on for much longer." Brandon's voice cracked with a feminine tone. He heard his voice and giggled, but froze right after. His giggle sounded frighteningly similar to that of the dragon's giggle. 'Maybe if I find an exit, I can find someone who will fix this.' He thought to himself. He turned around to see if he could still walk out, but a door he didn't even know that was there was blocking the way, and with no sign of a handle either.

Brandon turned to the other door that recently opened and walked over to it. He opened it up to the next room, and sighed.

The next room had three large couches. The couches each had their own vibrant colors. One was orange, one was red, and the last was blue. The couches faced towards a television that played cartoons. The words 'Rest Room' were on the wall.

"I've never seen a room like this in a funhouse." He stepped inside and looked around at the multicolored floor, walls, and ceiling. He wasn't going to complain about such a strange room though. His body felt heavy from all the new weight, and his shoes felt extremely uncomfortable. He sat down on the orange couch, and as he did, he heard a loud fart noise come from the couch. He couldn't help but let out a girlish laugh. "Oh, she used a Whoopee cushion! Dammit I shouldn't find this so amusing!" Yet he couldn't calm his laughter.

Brandon's feet made another ripping noise as the sole of his shoes fell off. The noise was enough to pull him back to reality. He raised his feet and looked at just how much they changed.

His feet at least doubled in size. It was no wonder how his shoes couldn't hold them in anymore. He didn't notice five toes, but just three large pink dragon feet with purple claws. He wanted to keep his shoes on, but that was going to be impossible. He pulled his shoes off and tossed them aside. He didn't care about littering in a funhouse he didn't want to be inside of in the first place. Part of him wondered why there wasn't a trash and popcorn machine in the 'restroom' in the first place. Alternatively, a bathroom would work too, so the name made more sense.

'They look like a size thirteen, at minimum.' Brandon thought to himself. He also continued to feel the throbbing erection between his legs, and tightened brown pants. He feared he might rip his pants, even though they already lowered below his ass slightly in the first place.

One other thing Brandon paid little attention towards was his neck. His neck was at least three times as long as before. He no longer looked human at all, but more like a freakish clown creature.

"With my luck, the dragon is at the end of the funhouse, waiting for me to finish my change." He said to himself with his voice cracking multiple times. It was amusing enough to make him smile, even though he knew that was the last thing he should do. 

Brandon turned his attention to the cartoon and noticed a familiar toony shark doing various shenanigans with inventions that repeatedly backfired on her, comically so. Brandon didn't recognize the cartoon itself, but just the character. "It almost looks like Sushi." He said to himself. He grabbed the remote on the armrest of the couch to change the channel, but before he pressed any buttons, he stared down at the remote. "Hm."

Brandon grabbed both of his shoes that were now torn. The black shoes would be useless for his new massive dragon feet, but another thought distracted him. He tossed the remote in the air, and then one of the torn shoes, followed by the other. He decided to juggle the three objects and then turn to the television.

'Wait.' Brandon thought, after a good minute. 'I never studied how to juggle.' He looked up at the two wrecked shoes and the remote he juggled so effortlessly. He performed so many bizarre clown tricks already, all of which were involuntary, and now he was juggling with ease. 'I-I gotta stop but it's so hard. Why do I feel so good? It's like some sort of weird sexual kink for clowning around.' He cracked a smile and let out a girlish "Tee hee," while he continued to juggle his shoes and the television remote. He turned to the exit of the room and walked over to it. He reached out with one hand, and then turned to realize he juggled with one hand. "If I weren't so afraid, I'd say this is incredibly impressive."

Brandon opened up the door and focused just long enough to drop his old shoes and the remote. He walked out of the room, and as he walked, he heard his pants rip more. His shirt rode up well beyond his exposed tits too, but at least it wasn't ripping. His shirt was however, useless at hiding every part of his changing body. His green-scaled front and pink sides and back almost fully revealed to the world if not for his pants, but that was changing with what felt like every step he took.

Brandon walked down the hallway into the next part of the funhouse. He wasn't sure what else to expect, but that's how people designed funhouses. He arrived at a spot that looked like punching bags once more, but laid horizontally as if to mimic limbo bars. In order to progress further into the funhouse, he had to crawl underneath some, and over others. He wanted to walk over the bars, but as he raised his leg, he knew that just wasn't going to be possible. Worse yet, he heard a loud ripping sound from his pants, yet he kept his silly grin that became harder and harder to erase.

'They're at least not holding me back from progressing.' Brandon thought to himself. He tried to crawl over the low bar, but he had to raise himself up so his tits didn't rub against the bar. He shivered and let out a quiet moan from the pleasure of feeling something rubbing his tits. He then had to bring his erect cock over. He felt his ripped pants wet from his cock, and he feared to learn why that was. He crawled underneath the higher bar just enough so his tits didn't touch the floor, but he had multiple problems. The first problem was his neck that grew. He had to lower his head more than he thought he had to, and it made him realize just how much his neck had grown. He wasn't nearly the height that an anthro giraffe might be, but the length of his neck being two or three feet was a strong possibility. As he tried to get his head through, he heard a jingling noise as the bells that grew out of his head brushed up against the bar. He knew he grew bells on his head, but he didn't think they expanded as much as they had. He just tried to ignore them and press on. He also felt something else on his back rub against the bars. He turned his head and noticed a pair of small wings jut out from his shoulder blades. He had just enough control over them to lower them to get them beyond the bar. 'Getting through these bars should 'not' be this difficult.' He thought to himself. He also noticed something else stick out from his rear he had to deal with, and that was a tail. Like his wings, his tail wasn't huge, but he wondered how long that would be.

Brandon pulled himself over and under the bars one by one. Each time it felt like he had to deal with more problems with either his form, or his clothing. He managed to avoid keeping his shirt from ripping, but his pants continued to rip and tear, as he had to move his legs about. By the time he got to the final bar where he had to pull himself over it, his pants finally gave way and he pulled himself up, now almost completely nude.

'This has to be almost done.' Brandon thought to himself. Most funhouses weren't nearly as long as this one was, and while there was nothing scary about the house itself, he definitely felt frightened over his new form. He looked like a real female dragon, except he still had his shaft between his legs. He felt his cock leak and dribble a liquid, but he couldn't see it underneath his massive tits. He didn't want to feel it either, as he feared that might have made it worse.

The next part of the funhouse made Brandon have to look at himself as he arrived at a variety of mirrors, including one that pointed at his body and revealed just how much he changed, both outside the funhouse, and in. One thing he hadn't noticed was his hair had changed color from a black, to a light blue with pink tips, and it grew down his long neck twice the length of his normal hair. He ran a colorful claw along his hair as he stared. "This isn't going to wash off, is it?" He said aloud. 

Brandon heard the giggling, and he could tell it was closer than before. He took a deep breath and stepped forward. He didn't want to look down between his legs, but curiosity got the better of him. He saw a nub of a cock left with two small testicles. He was technically still male, but not nearly as endowed as he once was. He still had his green scales, his light blue tits, and the pink scales on his back. He had a few other colors along his body, including stripes along the top of his stretching tail, the tail that felt far more pleasurable than he wanted it to, and all of it was bright colors that a dragon clown might have.

"Just get out of here and find the dragon." Brandon said to himself. He heard himself speak in a lighter, almost squeaky voice, but he tried not to let that bother him. He reached out his pink claws in front of him and felt himself soon touch a mirror. He turned to one side, spotted more mirrors, and walked that way. He knew he was in a mirror maze, but he also knew the left hand rule of mazes. So long as he kept his hand on one part of the wall, he'd find his way out eventually. He hated how he had to keep looking at his new changed body. His tail stretched out more and more, but his wings stayed small.

Brandon turned his head left and right. His much larger dragon ears flickered for any sound. He heard the sound of carnival music, but he always heard that. The noise never went away ever since he went into the funhouse. He just had his attention drawn to other things than the constant background noise. Moreover, he wanted to hear that dragon. He paused as he reached the end of the mirror maze and noticed a giant slide. 'But I already went down, maybe a flight. How much lower does this go?' He thought to himself.

Brandon heard a giggling from the dark tunnel slide, and that was enough to make him place his large dragon feet on the slide and go on down into the darkness. He felt the slide spin in a circle before he landed with a thud back outside. He thought it incredibly bizarre that he was now outside when he knew it should have been underground, but he also knew how funhouses messed with a person's senses. He thought that maybe the funhouse messed with his senses far more than normal. He raised his head and saw the purple dragon directly in front of him with a balloon figure that looked like a human with the tie directly between its legs.

Brandon pulled himself up. His two-foot long tail landed on the ground, and he pointed a finger at the dragon. The dragon pointed a finger right back at him. "You!" The two said at the same time.

The other dragon giggled and pointed at the crotch of the balloon 'human' she held. She then pulled out a bobby pin, and poked at the balloon.

Brandon was confused at first, but as the dragon poked the balloon human, he realized that it was a symbol of his humanity. He wasn't sure as to 'how' he realized it, but as she poked at it, he felt something in him tingle, specifically between his legs. He shook his head, but he kept a big grin on his face.

The dragon nodded eagerly with a happy "Uh-huh!"

Brandon felt as if the dragon made him part of some gag. He noticed that both he and the dragon had many strong resemblances as to how they looked, except the dragon was purple with yellow scales and Brandon was green with pink.

The dragon popped the balloon and let out a happy laugh. "One of us! One of us!" She chanted.

Brandon gasped and let out a girlish moan. He buckled to his knees as he felt the last bit of his seed leak from his small cock. His testicles retracted inside of a new slit, and his cock became the clit of his newly made cunt. The sensation was more pleasurable than anything he had experienced that day was, and despite the dragon changing him against his will, all he could do was laugh with her.

Hours later...

The purple dragon walked out of a large trailer designed to look like a circus tent. She wore a large pink bra over her chest, but nothing else. She didn't care that her cunt constantly revealed itself between her scaly legs. She turned her clown face to the trailer, and signaled for another creature to come out.

Brandon, now simply known as the second dragon clown, walked out with a teal outfit with colorful buttons in front. He, or rather she, also had a frilly dress with white gloves, and even frills around her long neck. With her clown face, she smiled happily and gleefully skipped to the other dragon. The humanity in her eyes long gone, replaced by two pink glowing eyes. She smiled at the dragon, and let out a girlish 'Tee hee.'

The dragon smiled back at Brandon and laughed. That was all they could do to talk to each other, but what they wanted to do was obvious to one another, and that was to get some more entertainment.