Clown Dummy: Chapter 3

Rocky’s sense of déjà vu was going through the roof! As she entered the dressing room, she couldn’t help but think back to her memories of timidly tiptoeing into the changing room between each test. She mused over how embarrassed, yet aroused she’d gotten, all thanks to Mark’s baby, the Super Absorber XXX. 

Breathing in deep through her nose, Rocky let in the strong smell of baby powder mixed with the faintest hint of roses, a scent that had become an absolute favorite of hers. It was already so potent and she hadn’t even wet the Super Absorber she had on. She needed to watch herself, or she’d be humping a stuffed animal in the bounce house before the cake was even served. 

Looking around the room, Rocky’s eyes locked onto her target. The egregious gaudy silk and nylon clown dress was a sight to behold. It was almost blinding due to how bright and colorful it was. It was by far the ugliest and most embarrassing outfit she’d ever seen. So...why was she so obsessed with it? 

The feeling that boiled in Rocky’s stomach and spread down through her loins was eerily similar to the one she felt back on that fateful day when she discovered she was an adult baby. She...couldn’t be. She’d been terrified of clowns for as long as she could remember. So, why did she feel so compelled to put on the dress? 

This was Rocky’s first time seeing the clown dress up close, and it was even goofier than she’d realized. The thing was a huge white smock with multicolored polka dots all over it. The bellowing dress was inflated by more than a dozen built-in crinolines that ran up over the chest, ensuring its wearer would have no figure underneath whatsoever under so many layers. But while it was wide-brimmed, it was also very short. Even with her short stack stature, the dress looked as though it would barely brush past her belly button. It also had a tiny collar that would surely sit snugly on her petite neck. No wonder it would only fit her or Margrette.  

Her heart raced as she reached out and grasped the smooth fabric. What was wrong with her? Why was this turning her on so fucking much?! She snatched the dress and sprinted into one of the private bathroom stalls, just in case someone else wandered in. She felt so naughty, like a little kid sneaking into her parents’ room to try on their clothes. She bit her thumb to calm herself down. She’d never get the ridiculous outfit on if she stayed this flustered. 

Setting the clown dress on the floor, Rocky quickly removed her favorite babydoll dress from her person, lifting it up over her head and hanging it neatly on the hook in the stall. She then picked up the mess of frills and dove inside them. It was quite the task to find her way through the pit of fabric she found herself within. Eventually, her hand felt the open air, and she was able to squeeze her head through the tiny exit, with her arms shortly following suit. 

At last, Rocky had the dress in place. She looked down at herself, blushing brightly. Her diaper grew moist around her princess parts. It wasn’t enough to trigger the vibrator just yet, but she would need to calm down and fast. 

Before Rocky could take off the dress, though, she had to see what she looked like in the mirror. She unlatched the bathroom stall and peeked out into the hallway. The coast looked clear and she couldn’t hear anything. She ran from the toilets over to the wall-to-wall mirror that sat in front of the main changing area. 

The moment Rocky caught sight of herself in the reflection, she burst out into a fit of giggles. She’d worn a number of humiliating outfits with increasing frequency since she started living as an AB, but this one took the cake. Words did not exist to explain how stupid and adorable she felt as stared at her farcical appearance. The crinolines were so wide that her arms were pushed outward and forced to rest nuzzled in pockets of fabric. She spun around getting a look at herself from as many angles as possible.  

Rocky pondered asking Mark if she could wear this dress after the party. She was certain he’d love nothing more than to tease her relentlessly for wearing something so babyish and absurd. Where would someone even rent an outfit like this? 

Posing for her own amusement, Rocky smiled as wide as she could and said in an uber-chipper voice, “Hewwo! I’m Roxie da cwown! Hehehe!” She covered her mouth with her hand, imagining the utter embarrassment she would feel if anyone ever saw her dolled up like this. 

Fighting her way through the dress, Rocky managed to press her hand to her diaper, shivering at how euphoric the feeling was. The roses must’ve been messing with her brain again. Looking this silly shouldn’t have felt this good. She needed to get out of this outfit fast before she completely lost her mind. 

Turning back towards the stalls, Rocky made her way back to the space she had changed in. However, her babydoll dress was nowhere to be seen. She stormed into the stall and looked high and low for her party outfit, but it had fully vanished. Her heart was racing again, but for a different reason. She hadn’t seen or heard anyone come in, so did the freaking dress go? 

Rocky bolted back out into the changing area, scouring the entire area to no avail. After a few minutes of looking, she was giving up hope. Figuring something was better than nothing, she decided to put on the casual clothing she’d come to the facility wearing. If anyone asked, she could say she wanted to wear something a bit cozier. It was her birthday, so who’d actually contend with that assertion? 

Unfortunately, as Rocky turned to the lockers to grab the bag she’d brought, she saw Tina standing in the entryway with eyes as wide as dinner plates. “Oh...wow…” She said as her mouth curled into a vicious grin, “How is it I always walk in to find you in such...compromising positions?” 

“Tina?! I-it’s not what you think!” said Rocky, thinking desperately to come up with a reasonable excuse that wasn’t mortifyingly embarrassing. 

Tina folded her arms, “Oh really, because, much like the last time you said those words, I one hundred percent believe that this is exactly what it looks like.” 

There was nothing Rocky could do to explain her way out of this. She lowered her head, ready to come clean with the hopes that Tina would be merciful and not humiliate her in front of all her friends and co-workers, “I...just wanted to try it on.” 

“Why?” asked Tina, her tone swapping from condescending to sincere, “It’s okay to have wants, Rocky. You can be honest with me.” She wrapped her arm around Rocky’s shoulder and sat her down on a bench that lined the lockers. She warmly smiled at Rocky, wanting her to feel as comfortable as possible. “Trust me, I collect kinks the way old dudes collect stamps. I’ve done a vampire-inflation RP with someone before. You’re not gonna scare me away with a clown fetish.” 

“C-clown fetish?!” Rocky stood up and backed away from Tina, “Nonono! That's n-not what this is! I...just like really cute outfits and this dress...it just looked cute is all.” Her inability to make eye contact with Tina did nothing for her story. 

Tina moved to Rocky and took her hands gently, “Rocky, it’s seriously okay. When it comes to stuff like this, it’s bad form to call someone a liar, but in this case, I’m not even sure you’re being honest with yourself.” She pulled out her phone and showed Rocky a video of her twirling around and giggling, before finishing it off with her bubbly “Roxie the Cwown” comment. 

Tina brought Rocky in for a hug, “You don’t have to be afraid or ashamed of who you are. I know I tease hard, but I love you like a sister, Rocky. We love you. You’re one of us now, and we accept you for who you are.” 

Rocky broke down in tears and wrapped her arms around Tina tightly, nuzzling into her shoulder. She didn’t really know what she wanted anymore, but it felt so good to feel so accepted. 

Separating slightly, Tina placed her hands on Rocky’s shoulders and looked her square in the eye, “We don’t have to say another word about this. You can shake your head no and I leave you to change into whatever clothes you want to...or, you can nod your head yes, and let your favorite babysitter turn you into her clown baby. Up to you!” 

Rocky had never put so much focus on how she held her head before in her life. She didn’t want to accidentally lock in an answer prematurely. Meanwhile, her mind was a ball of chaos. Hearing Tina say the words “clown baby” was getting her blood pumping something fierce. The logical, self-defense side of her brain was screaming at her to shake her head no and be done with this who charade. And yet, that faction of her mind was powerless to prevent her id from giving in to its desires. Without another word, she nodded her head yes, sealing her fate. 

In a matter of seconds, Tina had Rocky seated in front of the mirror. She proceeded to tie Rocky’s hair up so it was out of the way, before placing the wild pink one on the clown baby’s head. The thing was nearly twice the size of Rocky’s noggin, so Tina made sure to secure it with an adhesive that would keep the wig in place, but be easy to remove after the fun was over. She then dove into the make-up kit, painting Rocky’s face with a thick layer of white face paint, before moving in with other more exciting colors. She made sure to add plenty of red to the cheeks. “And here I thought clowns were supposed to exaggerate expressions, but I don’t think any make-up could match how blushy you get for real!” 

Rocky threatened to melt the makeup off of her face with how much her cheeks were burning. Tina always knew exactly how to press her buttons. 

As Tina finished up, she stepped aside, allowing Rocky to see her finished transformation. She almost didn’t believe it was really herself under all the caked-on cosmetics. Her mind went blank, unsure of what to make of herself. However, while her brain was still processing, her body went ahead and reacted on its own, “...hehe...Hehehe!” She couldn’t hold herself back. She burst out in the purest and most innocent laugh she’d ever mustered. 

Tina was almost taken aback by how easy this all was. She’d expected Rocky to be much more stand-offish when she first cornered her in the changing room. But it didn’t take much coaxing for her to give in. Maybe Rocky knew what she wanted more than she was letting on.  

Reaching into her back pocket, Tina pulled something out that she had been saving for just the right moment, “Hey, Roxie!” Her voice broke Rocky’s trance-like stare. The clown-faced girl whipped her head over to Tina just in time for Tina to jam a massive binky into her mouth. “Hope you like my German Nuk 10! One of the biggest pacifiers on the market! I’m sure you just love sucking on such a big paci! 

Rocky went to spit out the pacifier, but it was so big that she was having trouble getting the rubber nipple out of her mouth with only her tongue. As she reached up to yank it out, Tina grabbed her wrists and shoved them into a pair of locking bubble mittens. They were plush and white, similar to a pair belonging to a certain copyrighted mouse. 

Tina then got down low and shoved a pair of oversized clown shoes onto her feet, tying them on tightly. To top it all she added a big red clown nose to her heavily made-up face, before wrapping a large bonnet around her chin that matched her dress perfectly, even down to the same fabric and pattern.  

Tina pulled Rocky to her feet, her shoes squeaking with every step. If she didn’t feel silly before, she certainly did now. Her heart was so warm and excited. She felt so impossibly immature and goofy. She could feel her youthful energy rising. As her transformation into a clown baby was raging on, she could feel the desire to run out into that party and present herself to the world as Roxie growing with each passing second. She turned to Tina and spread out her arms for a hug, “Thank you so much, Tina!” 

The girls embraced, with Tina swooping Rocky off of her feet. Not allowing the clown baby to regain her footing, Tina spun her around several times before walking her toward a seemingly random corner of the changing room. 

To Tina, though, this was a strategic placement. She set Rocky down and pushed her back into a basket of some sort. The cushioning from her diaper combined with the pillowy softness of the basket’s surface made her landing quite comfortable. A comical POOF noise came from her thick padding, causing Rocky’s giggles to return in full. 

Approaching her with an opened Super Absorber XXX in hand, Tina lifted up Rocky’s butt and added a second layer to her already ridiculous padding, “Ya know, we ran a lot of tests with these, but I’m surprised Mark never thought to see what wearing multiple at once would do.” 

Despite being firmly in la-la-land, Rocky was still fully aware of every embarrassing remark that Tina made. She squirmed in the basket, her legs wiggling as Tina secured the tapes. She was so horny, it felt like she was practically gushing from how moist she was. 

With the second diaper in place, Tina placed her hands on a bar near where Rocky’s feet were resting and started to push. It suddenly clicked in Rocky’s brain that this wasn’t just a basket she was wedged inside of. It was a stroller! 

Rocky rocked side to side, trying to climb up and out of the humiliating mode of transportation. Ironically, it was her dress that prevented her escape, as it was so bunched up around her torso that could sit up without someone helping her. She was fully stuck, which only excited her even more. 

Tina chuckled as she turned towards the testing chamber entrance, “No more hiding! Time to show everyone exactly who you are!” 

bzzzzzzzz 

Tina’s words coincided with the wetness indicator of the innermost Super Absorber layer ticking up to its first level. Rocky bit down on the enormous binky in her mouth, her nerves only increasing with her horniness. 

“Now presenting...ROXIE THE CLOWN!!!” 

TO BE CONTINUED...