Rita's Big Bottom Circus
Disclaimer: I do not own the Loud House and make no profit from this story.
Part 1: Getting into Big Trouble
The weather was excessively hot and muggy that Saturday morning. The lack of air conditioning inside of Vanzilla made the thirteen riding inside of her sweat profusely. Even with the windows all rolled down, it only helped when the vehicle was really able to move. But once it slowed to a stop it was like being inside of an oven.
Regardless of the less than comfortable conditions, Luan Loud was in a very good mood. It made absolutely no difference to her that the heat was enveloping her like a smothering blanket, making her skin slick with a coat of sweat. Not even being stuck between her other siblings, denying her better access to the fresh air from outside could dampen her mood. Because today was a big day for her.
She was joining the circus.
Not permanently of course. But still, she was getting to join a traveling circus for this weekend. She had been performing for a birthday party in Ketcham park the previous week when a talent scout happened to be jogging by. Spotting the young clown, she stopped to witness the girl's act and was pleasantly surprised. Once the show was over, she approached Luan and offered the girl a chance to work alongside other clowns in an actual circus, explaining to the teen that she had a cousin who happened to be the owner.
"I can hardly wait to get there!" Luan said, so excited that one might think she'd burst at any moment. "Do you think that maybe if I do good enough, they'll ask me to join full time?!"
"Let's just see how the weekend goes first, Honey." Rita said from the passenger's seat up front, fanning her face with her hand. "It's a bit soon to be thinking about that."
"Yes, and you'd still need to finish your classes at Royal Woods High School anyway." Lynn Sr. added from behind the wheel. "You're too young to be traveling around the country with a bunch of people you barely know."
Luan pouted a little. Having her hopes shot down like that wasn't exactly what she had been wanting in response from her parents. And Luan's disappointment was painfully clear to her mother, who turned to look at her fourth oldest child and give her a gentle smile.
"Sweetie, it's not that we don't want you to go. We just want you to be ready to go and live in the world without us. And that will take just a little more time. When you get to be Lori's age, I'm sure you'll be more than ready."
Rita saw her daughters pout vanish and felt more at ease knowing that Luan was feeling a bit better about the matter. It was a good thing too as Rita was only able to handle so much at the moment. It was sweltering hot that day and she was having a hard time dealing with it. She would've given anything for something to cool her down a bit. Heck, if the air conditioning still worked (a term that one uses loosely with Vanzilla's parts) she'd settle for some of the warm air that would normally be blasted out. Things couldn't make her feel any worse, that was for certain, especially after how the rest of the week had been going so far.
Recently she had the misfortune of ingesting one of Lisa's formulas, which the young genius had left inside of the fridge. As a result, Rita had gotten an unwanted growth spurt, leaving her hips and bottom plumper than they had been before. Of course this wasn't helping matters as it seemed the heat was getting to her more easily than normal.
Fortunately for Rita and the others, they soon arrived at the train station where Luan was to depart with the circus. The kids practically exploded out of Vanzilla, grateful to stretch their legs and breathe in some fresh air after being cooped up in the van for nearly two hours thanks to traffic. As Rita got out from the passenger's seat, her hips got caught in the doorway. Rita frowned and looked down at herself, seeing her body almost perfectly wedged in the space. She muttered to herself as she tried to wiggle her way out of the family vehicle.
"Come on… URGH… I am in no mood… RNGH… for this right now!"
Rita got out of the door way and stepped out into the sweltering heat. She looked back at the Vanzilla, noticing that she had left a semicircle on each side of the passenger side doorway. Letting out a groan over the damage she had done, she slammed the door shut. She turned to look for her family and found herself needing to shield her eyes from the sun. To her this was not much of an improvement over being inside of the vehicle. And the fact that she was feeling very thirsty and had nothing to drink certainly wasn't helping the situation either. But maybe there would be a vending machine nearby where she could get a cold beverage.
After excusing herself and stepping away from her family, Rita wandered around the station in search of something to drink. There was no vending machine in sight and the station itself was nothing more than just a platform by the tracks with a small building from which tickets used to be sold. But now it sat dark and empty, leaving Rita no hope that perhaps she could buy a bottle of water from there. She took a look to see if there was a convenience store nearby where she could find something to quench her thirst.
"I'll be right back." She called to her husband and children. "I just want to see if I can find someplace to buy a bottle of water!"
"Okay Honey, we'll be over here. Just try not to take long, you wouldn't want to miss the train!"
"I won't, don't worry." She called back. "Five minutes, maybe ten at most!"
Rita ventured up the road a little, seeing a gas station a short distance away and across the street. After checking for traffic, she ran across the road and made her way to the station. There was a little room in which a counter was set up with a register. A variety of snacks were on display along with things one could purchase for their car like air fresheners, windshield washing fluid, etc. Off to the side was a single-door, refrigerated beverage display. However, all of the shelves were empty. Not a single bottle or can of anything available.
Now feeling even more thirsty than before, Rita left the gas station. She considered seeing if there was another place where she could buy something to drink, but the rest of the area was residences and she didn't feel like getting back into Vanzilla to go around looking for a store. So instead she just gave up on the idea and started to head back towards the train station. There she saw her family all gathered on the platform, sitting in the shade from the ticket booth.
As Rita went over to join her family, a loud noise caught her attention. It was the train arriving at the station. As the long vehicle approached the station, it sounded it's whistle and began slowing to a stop. The Loud family all got up and went over to board the train as they were permitted to tag along to get to see Luan performing live. Rita hurried to join them, but the heat sapped her of what little strength she had and she slowed back to a walk.
"Is it just me or did it get even hotter out?" Rita grumbled to herself.
She stepped over to a nearby bench that was against the station, in the shade. The train only just arrived, so Rita figured that she would have at least a minute or two to rest. With any luck there would be something to drink on the train. It carried around the same people all the time, so there was bound to be food and drinks available.
After she felt that she had rested enough, Rita stood again. She was about to head for the train when she felt her foot bump into something, knocking it over. Rita looked down and saw a water bottle, not a store bought one, but a refillable metal one. Curious, she knelt down to pick it up. It was cool to the touch and Rita suddenly felt tempted.
Rita shook her head. No, this was a bad idea. Aside of the fact that this wasn't rightfully hers, she knew better than to just drink from some random bottle that she found on the ground. For all she knew, there was something inside that she shouldn't drink in the first place.
However…. the heat was unbearable. It was practically killing her in fact. A little voice in the back of her head was trying to defy her common sense and told her to just drink from the bottle. And it was starting to convince her too.
Against her better judgement, Rita removed the cap from the bottle and sniffed at what was inside. It didn't smell bad, or like alcohol, or really like anything for that matter. She decided to just take one little sip and if it was anything she didn't trust, then she'd spit it out immediately.
She brought the rim of the bottle to her lips and let the liquid pour into her mouth. It had no flavor and was as refreshingly cool. Unable to hold back at that point, Rita drank more and more. She ended up guzzling down the entire thing before she had realized it and let out a satisfied sigh. Then she put the cap back on the bottle and set it on the ground by the bench where she had found it.
A part of Rita felt guilty for what she had done. She almost wanted to leave a note apologizing for drinking the whole thing. But she didn't have the time to do so, nor did she want to chance accidentally meeting the owner of the bottle should they come back. She didn't want to risk an awkward moment like that, especially if it led to a confrontation.
As Rita started to go towards the train, she felt a gurgling in her stomach. A tingling sensation spread out from inside of her body, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. She had no idea what was going on, but before she could even try to think of it, something else started to happen.
She was growing, and not just a little. The ground was getting further away and she could feel herself getting heavier. Her clothes stretched out as she grew, not even ripping a little from the sudden expansion of her body. Once it finally stopped, she was more than six times her normal size and it seemed she had gained a bit of flab around her mid-section and bottom as well.
"W-what in the world?! How did this happen?!" She gasped.
It had to be a dream. That was the only thing that made sense. She had fallen asleep on the bench and she was just in the middle of a crazy dream. All she had to do was pinch herself and then she'd know for sure.
She reached down and gave her now much larger bottom a harsh pinch. It stung enough to make her let out a tiny yelp, confirming that she was not dreaming. Rita started to feel worried, very worried. She started to look over her enlarged form, still finding it hard to believe.
From what she could see, she was easily nearly three times her normal height. Her clothing and shoes had grown with her. She didn't understand how that had happened, but she wasn't going to complain. But the one thing that stood out the most was how much extra padding she had gotten. Her stomach, hips and from what she could feel, her bottom all had gotten a bit fatty. She didn't even want to know what it would look like if she were to see herself in a mirror at the moment.
Rita heard some familiar voices coming in her direction. It was her family, possibly coming to find her. She began to panic; she didn't want to be seen like this! She needed to find a place to hide!
"Where do I go?!" She whispered to herself. "There's no way they'll miss me now that I'm supersized! Why did I have to drink from that darned bottle?!"
Rita began to slowly step away from the sound of her family's voices. She looked around and saw that there was a boxcar nearby with its door open. Not seeing any better options, she rushed towards it so she could get out of sight before her husband or any of her children would spot her. As she got close enough, she got down onto her hands and knees, crawling as quickly as she could up the ramp and into the opening.
It was here that she encountered an unexpected surprise. One of the most unwelcome variety. As her upper body made it into the car with not even the slightest problem at all, the same could not be said of her shapely hips. The now much wider part of her body had gotten wedged in the boxcar's doorway.
"What the?" she muttered, squirming to get through, but having no luck at all. "Oh no. Oh no, no, no. URGH! I can't believe this! OOPH! Why is this happening to me?! URGAGH!"
The woman placed her hands on the sides of the boxcar and tried to push against them to get herself unstuck. It had little to no effect. Then she tried to wiggle her hips, but only made the box car shake a bit. Her breathing began to speed up, her eyes darting around the dark area to find something she could hopefully use to get herself loose.
After finding nothing of use, Rita resumed her struggle. She could feel her hips squishing around the opening. Six inches of flesh bunched up against the sides of the boxcar. Rita groaned as she tried to get one of her legs through far enough for her to plant it firmly on the floor, barely managing the feat.
"Dang it, Rita." She grumbled to herself. "You just had to have such nice, wide, child-bearing hips now, didn't you? URGH! A fat lot of good they're doing you now. URMPH! Come on, RRGH! Get through already!"
Attempting a new approach at solving her problem, Rita started to focus on just getting one leg through. If she could then she could plant it firmly onto the floor and get some better leverage with which to get free. She kept her hands where they were as she finally got her right foot into the boxcar and then moved onto trying to get the rest of her body to follow.
"Okay, this is good. URGH. If I can just...OOPH...just get my other leg in too...MMPH...then I should be all set. ARGH!"
Rita continued to work her way in, managing to get her left leg in as well. With both lower appendages now in a better position, Rita renewed her efforts, feeling her body slowly squeezing through the opening. When she finally pulled free, she fell forward, having to catch herself with her arms to avoid faceplanting.
Breathing out a sigh of relief, Rita went to make herself comfortable, but the room inside the boxcar was very limited for her. She ended up banging her elbow on the side, the sudden pain making her want to cry out as she sat up and then also banged her head on the ceiling. Rita leaned backwards and landed firmly on her overly-ample rear, which wound up poking through the boxcar's door again. Her flesh pressed over the sides of the ramp just as much as it had done the last time, looking almost like an airbag bursting out of the opening of the boxcar.
"Well this is just great." Rita mumbled. "And embarrassing. Good thing most of me is still in here."
The sound of voices caught Rita's attention again. She couldn't make out a word of what was being said, but she had a strong suspicion that whoever was speaking was somewhere outside, right behind her. Her earlier panic returned and then she suddenly felt the ramp beneath her bottom starting to move. Someone was trying to push up the ramp so they could close the boxcar door.
"Ow, ow, ow!" The woman hissed out as silently as she could manage, feeling her butt being pinched a bit as the ramp was pushed into an upright position, her flesh squishing out by a few more inches on either side. "What, did they not see me in here? How the heck could they not?!"
Rita leaned over and tried to move forward to get away from the doorway. But as she moved, she felt resistance, her posterior caught in the doorway. Even when the ramp was fully pressing against it, Rita still couldn't manage to get it back through.
"Oh come on already! URGH. I was able to get in once! MMPH. I can do it again!"
Once again planting her feet as firmly as possible, Rita moved forward with all her might. That along with the pressure from the ramp being pushed against her bottom eventually got her through, albeit with some discomfort and leaving her in a very unpleasant position.
"Fantastic." Rita grumbled. "I can already feel my leg starting to cramp up."
The feeling of something still pushing against her made her forget about the new problem and she found that whoever was trying to push up the ramp was still struggling with it. Her rear end was just enough in the way to keep them from finishing the job. With a mildly frustrated growl, Rita tried her best to scoot further into the boxcar. This unfortunately resulted in putting her into an even less comfortable position as she wound up with her body twisted a little and her legs hunched up on both sides. But at least the ramp was finally up and then the boxcar's door was securely closed.
Rita wasn't sure how much time passed after the boxcar was closed, but the train started to move. The engine, a new machine with an old-fashioned tank-engine look, sounded it's whistle and began to chug forward. It struggled a bit at first, it's wheels spinning on the tracks before it finally gained the momentum to move. The start of its journey was slower than usual, but it picked up speed as it went along.
With nothing to do except stay put and wait, Rita let out a sad sigh. She had no idea what she was going to do. It was only a matter of time until the train stopped and then she was very likely to be found unless she could get out of the boxcar undetected. But there wasn't really anything inside of it aside of herself, so maybe nobody would be coming by to check. Rita really hoped that would be the case, she didn't want anyone to see her like this, much less a total stranger. She let out a yawn, the heat and the motions of the train starting to lull her to sleep. There would be time to worry about things later. For now she just needed to do her best to get a little rest in the very cramped space, at least until the train came to a stop.
To be continued.