Clown It Up: Head Full of Colors (Preview) (Patreon)

“HIYA!” Ramona’s heart nearly skipped a beat as a loud, high-pitched voice blared into her ear from behind. She nearly jumped out of her seat, whipping her head around to see who suddenly showed up.

Her shock continued. First, she got a face full of breasts. Two large, snow-white, globe-ish breasts tucked into a skimpy, yellow & pink-striped dress with a yellow & white polka-dotted bra poking out. Looking up, she saw a large, spherical pink nose that positively glowed underneath the street light.

And finally looking past all of it, Ramona saw a clown staring at her with the biggest grin. She had pink lips, blue ovals beneath her eyes that seemed like freckles, pink irises that gleamed, yellow & pink striped bobcut hair, and a big polkadot bow on her head.

Her shiny white teeth twinkled as she spoke, “You waitin’ for the bus, hehe? Me too!” She popped over the bench and plopped herself down beside her. Her cushy butt made a silly BLOOP sound when she did.

Ramona stared and stared. Is… is this for real?

“Sooooooooo, I'm Jiggles Belle ‘cause I jiggle a lot and I'm, like, a French beauty!” The clown girl giggled, pushing out her chest, which indeed jiggled and wobbled like Jell-O. “Hyuk, who's moi's sitting partner for the evening?”

It was for real. All of her shock dissipated. In its place, something else stirred. I hate goddamn clowns!

Ramona hated everything about the weird individuals. It wasn't that she found them creepy like others did. In fact, the creep factor should've been a plus to her. It was their bright visuals, garish clothing, upbeat attitudes, goofy behavior, and more though that really got under her skin. All of it was too… kiddie and immature for her.

The sugary vibes and energy positively flowing off of “Jiggles Belle” in particular was uncomfortable. She was just too sweet, bubbly, and friendly-looking for a punk like her. Plus, her enormous bust was beyond ridiculous.

Everything was just plain bad to Ramona. She turned away from her.

And found herself facing Jiggles again, who was now sitting on her other side. “Coooome on!” the clown giggled, “Are ya gonna make me guess, hyuk? Ooooh, I loooove guessing games, hee-hee! Let me think… hmmm… you're Rae-Rae, right?”

Ramona twitched. “Piss off, you freak!”

She turned again, but there was Jiggles Belle once more. This time, her eyes were bigger with tears streaming down her face. “Sniffle! You big meanie! That's just rude, ya know! What's ma-making you such a grumpy gus, hyuk-hyuk?”

The punk's gloved hands tightened on her knees. “Why?! Because you're an eyesore! All of those goddamn colors are a nightmare to look at! You won't leave me alone!” Her eyes went down to that chest. “And you're clearly overcompensating for something with those fake tits!”

Just like that, the waterworks cut off, and a bright smile returned to Jiggles. The clown giggled, wiggling in her seat. “Fake? Oh you silly goose, you! These girls are totes real, teehee!

“Hyuk-hyuk, I mean, “fake”?” She placed her hands on either side of her breasts. “Would fake chesticles do this?” She pressed her mounds together, smooshing them like oversized marshmallows.

HOOOOOOOOOOOOONK! A loud, cartoonish bike horn of a sound echoed right out of her cleavage it seemed like. Ramona nearly jumped off the bench in pure shock. What the hell was that?!