The Amazing Clown Balloon (Infinite Ending)

“It’s rehearsal time! Let’s put our new trick to the test!”

Miles away, in the middle of a valley, there was a huge and wacky carnival called Big Top Insanity. This carnival is home of hyperactive bikers running over people and flattening them, magicians defying the laws of physics, and novelty items like joy buzzers, whoopie cushions, and anvils. It's basically everything you would see out of cartoons. Anything goes in this crazy place. Even the visitors end up getting involved, but anybody who has their eyesight anywhere near the carnival area is safe from any REAL pain. Some maroon could get run over by a stampede and barely even feel a thing!

Today, you and two of your clown colleagues had come up with an upcoming skit together, and if it works out, it’ll make a great addition to the carnival.

Here’s how it goes:

The three of you hop into a tiny car and drive into a nearby circus tent. Once on stage, the tiny car pops a tire.

“Oh, great! We have a flat!”

You step out of the car first. You open up the trunk and take out an air pump. Then you go to the busted tire, plug it in with the pump, and start pumping.

*PSSH* *PSSH* *PSSH*

But rather than inflating the tire, the pump inflates you. Your butt grew a noticeable few inches wider on your clown suit. The rest of your body follows suit, forming rubber creaking sounds.

*PSSH* *PSSH* *PSSH*

You keep pumping until you are a blowup doll, with arms and legs so bloated, you can’t bend down or reach the pump anymore. All you could do is flap your hands and waddle around helplessly.

One of your partners spoke up inside the tiny car.

“What’s taking so long? We need to get moving!”

“Just a few...technical difficulties,” you say.

“Sheesh, it can’t be that hard,” says the other. “Step aside.”

The other two clowns step out of the car. One pulls out another pump from the trunk while the other goes to the one you already had laid out. Once the other pump is plugged into the tire, they start pumping it for you.

*PSSH PSSH* *PSSH PSSH* *PSSH PSSH*

Some air slowly goes into the tire, but you begin to inflate again, this time a little faster. Your whole body balloons up and rounds out, turning you into a sphere with divots. Your cheeks puff up as you round out more, making those divots disappear. You are now a complete sphere with hands, feet, and head absorbed into your body. Your clown friends are still pumping until…

*POP*

A small popping sound indicated that the tire has been fixed. They just removed the pumps’ ends from it.

“There we go. These tires use two pumps, not one.”

“Now let’s get back out there and drive people insane.”

The other two clowns get back in the tiny car and drive out the tent, leaving you behind and still inflated. Air is starting to gush out of your mouth, so you quickly closed your mouth to keep it all in. But then a loud groaning sound was heard.

*FFFOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO*

All that pressure that wants to escape is being simulated inside you, causing your body to inflate even more. Your cheeks swell up bigger and your hands, feet, and head sink deeper into your body as you start to overfill the entire big top. The fabric of the tent starts to rip apart under your ballooning mass, and the ropes to support it snap. The creaking and groaning intensify, and your inflation comes to a slow until…

*SSHHHRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!!!*

The entire big top rips into pieces, giving you all the room in the world to grow now. With nothing to support you, you begin to float off the ground. Every second that passes, you float higher, inflate faster, and grow bigger. Within a minute, your cheeks are puffed up so massively and your head sinks in so deep into your forever expanding body, you can’t see anything apart from a blue and green sphere. You’ve already swollen to the size of a planet, one that dwarfs Earth by a landslide and still growing.

I guess I really blew it this time, you thought to yourself.