A Most Peculiar Sort of Faire

Chapter 2
The Show

Austin stopped in front of Funville Theatre and pulled out his phone again.  It read 2:25 – early, according to the ticket, but there was nothing else to do.  This part of the park seemed as abandoned as Ride Land had been, but considerably emptier, since it had once been used for stage shows, parades, annual events, and fireworks in the summertime.  Now all the buildings were boarded up, except for the main indoor theater.

Austin squinted and tried to peer through the glass door.  Unlike basically everything else in the park, this door was mysteriously clean looking, though the tinting on the front made it impossible to see through from the outside.  Still, it was weird that this was the only place he’d seen so far that seemed like some effort had been put into it.  If all this circus was doing was a stage show, why not set up a tent in the parking lot?  At least then no one would try to get on the broken-down rides, or do something dangerous or stupid.

Austin sighed and opened the door.  Inside, the lobby was dimly lit by the light from the windows but seemed otherwise clean – cleaner even then it had been when the park was operating.  The doors to the theater were open, the lights inside were on, and Gremlin, unsurprisingly, stood in the middle of the lobby, hands clasped in waiting.  Austin held up his ticket and Gremlin bowed, then gestured into the theater.  Austin let the man usher him to a front row seat with a perfect view of the stage, though that was now hidden behind a huge red curtain.  That wasn’t here before, he thought.  I guess they brought it in for the show.

Austin sat down in his assigned seat and relaxed into the plush cushions.  He’d expected them to be hard, or full of holes, but like everything else in the theater they seemed like they’d been recently replaced.  It wasn’t so bad, he reflected.  Whatever this magic show was, hopefully his friends would join him shortly.  Jen would love to see the theater restored like this.

The lights overhead dimmed, leaving just a single spotlight shining on the center of the curtain.  “Ladies and gentlemen,” came a deep, velvety voice over the loudspeaker.  “Welcome to our show this evening.  I am your host, Bizzaro the Magician.”  Austin looked around, but there was no one else he could see except for Gremlin, who stood stock still and facing the stage at the end of his row.  Must be a recording, he thought, since it’s weird to call it evening at 2:30 in the afternoon.  But still, starting a magic show with a recorded voiceover, and an inaccurate one at that?  He didn’t want to call it lame, but…

“Halloween is a season of horror,” continued the voice, “and what is horror but a great morality play?  For millennia, humans have used terrifying tales to frighten each other back onto the straight and narrow.  There is no better motivation to follow the rules like seeing what happens to those who think they know better.”

Weird, thought Austin.  This is a seriously weird intro for a carnival stage show.

“But tonight we shall bear witness to some of these tales of horror!” the voice boomed.  “Prepare to be amazed…and frightened…as we punish the deviant and delight the righteous in…BIZARRO’S SHOW OF THE WONDERFUL, STRANGE, AND MAGICAL!”

The curtain rose and Austin’s breath caught in his throat.  There on the stage, strapped onto wooden tables with their arms and legs spread wide, were two naked figures, a man and a woman.  Though their heads were concealed with black bags, Austin couldn’t mistake them for anyone else: the Great Wave of Kanagawa sleeve on the right arm of the woman was undeniably the one Jen had gotten just before the semester had started, and he had seen Rich shirtless enough times to recognize that chest hair instantly.   Austin tried to get to his feet, but a small hand clasped his shoulder firmly and squeezed it hard enough to be painful.  He glanced back and Gremlin was there, reaching over the seat to pull him down into the cushions.  The man shook his head, then pointed with his free hand at the stage while pushing Austin firmly into the seat with his other.  Though he couldn’t see him, Austin had to imagine the muscle man was lurking somewhere out of sight to subdue him if he tried anything.  He leaned back into the seat, though Gremlin’s hand remained on his shoulder.

Bizarro’s voice resumed from the loudspeakers.  “Our first act tonight will be a little game,” he said.  “Before us are two people who struggle with self-control, and are happy to break rules to find pleasure.  Well, the rules of this game are simple: the contestants will be subjected to great pleasure, and they must resist with all their might.  The first to relinquish themselves to it will be punished.  Yes, very simple!  So let us begin.”

Two sharp intakes of breath came from the stage.  Rich’s penis sprung instantly into a powerful erection as his back arched and his arms and legs strained against the bonds.  Jen too flexed against her restraints, her areolas contracting and wrinkling as her nipples hardened.  Both were breathing hard, though strangely neither was making any other sound.  Rich began to buck his hips, thrusting against the air as a massive drop of precum dangled from the tip of his cock.  Jen wasn’t doing much better, her labia swollen and pink as fluid leaked from her cunt onto the table.  Both of them breathed rapidly, a light sheen of sweat covering their bodies as they squirmed in vain against the restraints.

And then it happened.  Jen’s hips thrust down into the table as muscles in her pelvic floor began to rhythmically contract, making her pussy look like it was pulsing.  Meanwhile, Rich grunted, his taint contracted, and a thick rope of sperm shot out of his cock and splattered across his chest.  For a few more precious seconds their orgasms continued, Rich’s twitching cock spraying semen all over his abdomen as Jen’s vagina squeezed and relaxed.  Finally spent, both went slack on their respective tables, their only movements the ragged rise and fall of their chests and slight quivering aftershocks from their orgasms. 

“Oh dear!” Bizarro’s voice crackled over the sound system.  “It seems both our contestants lost, and at the same time!  So they shall both be punished.”

Austin tensed, but Gremlin’s hand remained firmly on his shoulder.

“And what shall tonight’s punishment be?  Why, I shall cut these two in half!  But this is no ordinary sawing, you see.  I shall split them apart in the most fundamental way.  But for that to happen, some adjustments must be made.  You see, to saw someone in half, you must have them in a box.  They must be small enough to fit in this box, or else you cannot proceed with the trick.  So first, we shall adjust our contestants’ sizes.”

Jen and Rich both twitched as if they’d been zapped, then began to struggle once more against the restraints of the tables.  As Austin watched, each one began to get slowly, but perceptibly, smaller…

…no, not smaller, Austin realized.  They’re getting younger!

It was true.  Jen’s breasts were melting into her chest as her hips contracted into themselves.  The hair on Rich’s body was sloughing off, meanwhile, as his cock and balls shrank to useless prepubescent size, the puddle of sperm around his belly button the only sign he’d ever been sexually mature.  Soon, each twenty-one year old was an eight year old, then a five year old, then a three year old.  Though they were small enough to have slipped free of the restraints, both remained seemingly fixed to their tables, their arms and legs waving weakly as vanishing years became vanishing months, then vanishing weeks, then vanishing days, finally vanishing hours.  When the transformation stopped, all that remained of Jen and Rich were a pair of pink newborns.

“Now the contestants are the right size, but that is just the first step.  Next, we need a box.”

A trap door in the stage lowered, and when it rose again there was a gynecologist’s chair with the muscle man standing behind it, arms once against crossed on his chest.  Strapped into the chair was a naked woman, blindfolded and ball gagged, her legs in the stirrups and spread indecently open.  Austin swallowed hard: there was no mistaking that Karen haircut, but something was different about her.  He hadn’t gotten a good look at her when they’d walked past earlier, but…she’d been portly, but like this?  Her belly bulged upward like a pregnant woman’s, and her massive tits were tipped with huge brown areolas and hard nob-like nipples.  He couldn’t quite tell from his seat, but he could swear there were drops of some kind of liquid beading on the tips of those nipples…

Her belly rippled, and a moment later her vagina expelled a pair of wet, veiny cords.  Muscle Man uncrossed his arms and walked around to the front of the chair, bending over to pick up the tips of the cords.  Moving forward, he connected each one to the belly buttons of the two infants, then lifted them up, one in each massive hand.  He turned his back to the seats and stood between the woman’s legs.  Austin couldn’t see what he was doing, but the sounds left not much to the imagination.  When Muscle Man straightened again and withdrew behind the chair, just the woman was left, her belly distended from the twins now inside it.

“Once the contestants are in the box, a saw must be procured, so that one may separate them.  And for this, I require a volunteer.”  A spotlight illuminated Austin’s seat.  “Young man, please come up to the stage!  It is your lucky day.”

Gremlin released his hold on Austin’s shoulder, and Austin rose shakily to his feet and climbed onto the stage.  This close to the woman, he could see the lurid stretch marks on her belly and breasts and the slight shivering of her body.  He could even see the babies move inside her taut belly.

“Volunteer, for this next bit, I will need you to follow my directions precisely.  First, please step forward to the box.” 

Austin stepped forward, between the woman’s legs, stopping maybe a foot from the edge of the seat.

“Then, I will need you to lower your trousers and underwear to the floor.”

With shaking hands, Austin undid his belt buckle and dropped his pants and boxers to the floor.

“Next, we will need your saw in good working order.”

Austin twitched as what felt like an electric shock raced through his body.  His cock sprang instantly to life.

“Then, we will need you to put your saw into the incision point.”

Austin hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do, but without any other obvious options, he shuffled forward, grasped the hips of the woman, and slowly slid his cock into her pussy.  Surprisingly, she was both soaking wet and very, very tight.

“Finally, we shall split the contestants in twain.  Volunteer, please leave your saw in place until it is finished.”

Austin watched in shock as the woman’s belly undulated, the two babies inside thrashing as if they’d been struck.  As he stared, first her belly, then her breasts, began to shrink.  Stretch marks lightened and vanished, her areolas contracted and turned pink, her nipples slimmed down from great nobs to cute nubs.  Soon her belly had returned to what he guessed was her normal size, though she was still clearly a bit heavy.  He dearly wanted to pull out, pull up his pants, and flee, but Muscle Man looming over him kept him rooted in place.  But if nothing was happening now, it should be fine if he…?

But something was happening: he felt something slimy touch the head of his cock, probing for his slit.  The instant the slime found it, it forced itself inside, and Austin was briefly treated to the feeling of an ejaculation in reverse as his twitching taint pulled spurt after spurt of semen out of the woman and into his waiting testicles.  He grimaced at the sensation of his balls being suddenly, painfully, full.

“And with that, our contestants have been split in two in the most fundamental way possible: two sperms, two eggs, the first in the father and the second in the mother.  Our first act is now complete!  Volunteer, you have done well.  Please return to your seat.”

Austin didn’t need to be told twice.  He yanked his wilting cock out of the woman, jerked up his pants, and practically leapt from the stage back into his seat.

“And now, it is time for the climax of our show.  Here, we have a woman who feels the rules do not apply to her.  A slight slip-up, she says.  She is used to the idea that her protests and indignation are enough to force capitulation.  But here, rules are rules.  One must follow them regardless of how minor or arbitrary they seem.  Only children believe they know better than the rules.”  The voice paused, then continued, “And so a child he shall be.”

Austin’s brow furrowed at the mistake, but the woman began to writhe on the chair.  With her legs spread open by the stirrups, it was hard to miss the little nub of her clitoris peak out from beneath its hood.  As he watched, it grew upward, drawing the folds of her labia minora shut behind it.  A purplish mushroom head grew at the tip as the shaft thickened and lengthened, veins pulsing beneath the surface of its skin.  Her labia suddenly bulged, two distinct lumps visible as the lips – no, the sack – sagged down toward her asshole.  Her clit – no, her cock – was now a good six inches erect.  A small bead of glistening precum oozed out of the tip.    

But the transformations didn’t end there.  Coarse hair sprang from her legs, starting at her ankles, racing up her calves, then coating her new scrotum and mons before tracing a line to her belly button.  Another forest of hair blossomed from her sternum and spread its wings across her breasts, which were rapidly shrinking into the flabby moobs of an obese man.  The line of drool running from the ball gag to her chin vanished as a thick beard pushed out of her – no, surely his – face.

And there he was, Karen to…Carl?  Austin didn’t know what to make of it, but what had once been a plump woman was now a fat man with an erection.  No, not a fat man, a fat teenager…the man was shrinking just as Rich had, the hair sucking back into his skin, his dick wilting, his muscles – such as they were – evaporating.  Moments passed by as the man became a teen, then a boy.  When the transformation finally stopped, that boy was no more than five or six, slouched in a cartoonishly oversized chair, legs far too short to get his feet into the stirrups.

The loudspeaker crackled to life with Bizarro’s voice again.  “And here we are finished.  Behold the boy, a child.  He is young enough to learn to respect the rules, to follow them, to not feel entitled to disobedience.  He will find that no one cares about his protests or indignation, that such things are unseemly when displayed by a man who should know better.  No one will capitulate to him…but in any event, he will not try, for he shall be raised properly this time.”

The trap door lowered, and when it raised the boy, the chair, and Muscle Man were gone.

“This concludes our show, ladies and gentlemen.  We hope you have been quite spooked by this display!  And remember – stay on the straight and narrow, for who knows what lurks for you beyond the path…”

The curtain dropped and the lights came on.  Shaking, Austin looked over his shoulder, but Gremlin wasn’t there, or anywhere else in the theater that he could see.  He rose to his feet and walked back to the lobby, wincing slightly as his pants rubbed against his distended balls.  Gremlin wasn’t out there either.  He pushed open the door and walked outside.  Gremlin was nowhere to be seen.  He made his way unsteadily through the park, back to the gate; Gremlin wasn’t in the ticket booth.  He stepped out into the parking lot.  The Volvo was gone, but Rich’s beater was still there.  He walked over to it and found the driver’s door unlocked.  He opened it and sat down.  The keys were in the ignition already. 

He grasped the steering wheel with both hands, sighed deeply, and rested his forehead against it as he tried to  get his racing thoughts in order.  First, he needed to make a police report.  No - a missing persons report?  What was even supposed to say?  “Yes officer, I think my friends have been turned into sperm and eggs, and the sperm is in my nuts, and the eggs are now probably also sperm that is in the nuts of preteen boy”?  He’d get committed if he said that.  But what else was he supposed to say?  Maybe it was a really convincing illusion, he thought.  If I just stay here for a bit, Rich and Jen will come back from the circus main office or whatever and we’ll all drive back to State U.  But there was no way it had been an illusion, not unless he’d been injected with some insanely powerful drugs.

He sat up and, doing so, noticed a small card on the dashboard.  He picked it up and read the neat handwriting.  “Thank you for visiting our circus,” it read.  “No need to worry about your friends; like the morning dew, they are gone as if they have never been.  However, if you are kind, you will refrain from pleasuring yourself until you meet a woman who will make a suitable mother for your future children.  And this time, it is our sincerest wish that you raise them to strictly follow the rules.”  He flipped the card over: written on the back were the words, “May we suggest the following” and a phone number.  Still uncertain, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed it.

“Babe!” came a woman’s voice from the other end of the line.  “I thought you were coming over?  Where are you?”

He blinked, once, twice, and an address popped into his mind, not far away from the bar he liked to frequent after marathon engineering study sessions.  “Uh, sorry,” he said, “I, um, got sidetracked.”

“Well,” the voice purred, “you’d better sidetrack your way over here.  My roommates are out of town this weekend and this beer isn’t going to drink itself.”

“Yeah, I’m on my way.”  He turned the key in the ignition, then looked back at the gate.  What was he doing here?  It felt like his mind was intensely foggy, like he hadn’t slept in days or something.  Why had he driven all the way out to the abandoned Funville Amusement Park when it was over thirty minutes away from his university?  Something gnawed at him, but he couldn’t think of what.

“Well, whatever,” he mumbled with a shrug.  This place was closed, but his girlfriend’s legs were about to be very, very open…and his balls desperately needed all the release they could get.