Pattering down a back country down, Jebadiah was sufferin’ from a sneezing fit. One of them new fangled automobiles had passed a few minutes prior, kicking up a right amount of dust in its wake. They sure were faster, and louder, than the covered cart him and his family used to for gettin’ to town and hauling their annual crop from the farm.

After every sneeze, Jebadiah could hear his oldest call out from the back of the cart, “God bless you, Daddy!” right on queue. Evalyn, his wife, could be heard singin’ a hymn as she rocked their young daughter in her arms while the youngest boy lightly snored, passed out from the swaying of the cart.

Even with the slow progress and the dust, the family of 5 were looking forward to a day at the circus, at least Evalyn and Jebadiah were since the kids were gunna be surprised. It had been far too long since a circus had bothered to stop in rural west Kansas, Evalyn was pregnant with the oldest the last time one showed up in ’30. The kids had a world of fun away from the dusty farm ahead of them.

Rollin’ into town around noon, the kids appeared tuckered out. While Evalyn guided the kiddos into the clustering of brightly colored tents filled with clowns, jugglers, contortionists, and beast masters, Jebadiah split off to find a place to leave the horses. This trip was eating into their measly savings, but he knew his kids were worth it. With the inn arranged, he entered the circus grounds.

For the life of him, Jebadiah couldn’t find Evalyn and the kids anywhere. High and low he searched but they were lost in the heard of neighbors there for some reprieve. About ready to give up, he found himself behind the big tent in the center. A sign caught his gaze and sucked him in. in fancy letters was written a complex word that was French or something of the like, an arrow pointing into a nearby tent, and something that made his loins stir. That was the painting of a woman with her breasts exposed outside of the nipples.

Jebadiah’s mind began to race. He’d heard about circus’s offering such spectacles that one could find easily in the big city but were rare in rural Kansas, and his curiosity was about to kill the cat. Guided by his cock, he stepped inside.

Just out of Jebadiah’s sight, a circus worker found the sign and moved it one tent over, placing a new sign in its place.

Inside was a big burly man acting as a bouncer. In a gravely voice, the bouncer asked Jebadiah for a dollar, which nearly knocked him off his feet.

A dollar! Jebadiah could buy his oldest a new pair of shoes for that price! Reluctantly, he reached into his pocket and scrounged together a collection of dimes and nickels to create the sum. The bouncer let him in and he took a seat near the back of the tent, as far as he could get from the round stage in the middle.

The longer Jebadiah sat there, the colder his feet got. A few other men had entered, but the place sure was deserted for the stories he’d heard. No one was talkin’, making the tent feel empty. Right before he decided to get up and walk out of that tent, the lights went down.

The only place still lit was the stage. Through the flap in the back of the tent, a woman wearing walked in. traces of light flickered across her pale skin only rivaled by the shiny bits that covered a girdle so fine it made his wife’s Sunday best look like a Tuesday worst. A long flowing skirt of red and gold, attached to the girdle with just a gap for her belly button, hugged her legs. The fine fabric flowed with each step as he wished his hand was doing to those supple legs.

She flowed through the room as all eyes were on her. Steppin’ on the stage she entered the full light. Every part of her glistened as she began to dance, doin’ lots of twirls that raised her skirt to show off her bare, hairless legs. On one impressive twirl, she somehow pulled the skirt completely off, revealing her panties.

The site made Jebadiah’s face turn redder than a beet. His eyes were glued to her as he felt his cock get hard.

She’d grabbed a large folding fan and covered up her lower region, acting shocked. Her twirls continued as she kept the fan between her and Jebadiah, dropping it little by little with each spin. Finally, she dropped the fan and started strutting across the stage, before pulling off her girdle. Her belly was fully exposed as she turned towards Jebadiah again.

Jebadiah’s jaw hit the floor when he finally took a good look at her groin. Those panties held a bulge far bigger than his wife could make. That shape was all wrong. To Jebadiah, it looked like them panties were holding back a dick and balls.

As if knowing Jebadiah’s thoughts, she grabbed the sides of her panties and started teasing them down as she moved her hips, reviling the base of a cock.

She started saying something to the couple of men, but Jebadiah was already out of it. Standing up he tried making his way to the door when the woman, or man, or whatever grabbed his hand. He tried pullin’ away, but was pushed on stage by the bouncer.

Another man walked in from the back flap carrying multiple big weights, settin’ them down next to Jebadiah.

“We’ve got ourselves a volunteer tonight gentleman.” The woman said. Turnin’ to Jebadiah, “What’s your name, hun?”

Confused at the turn of events, Jebadiah said his name.

“Jebadiah. That’s a good name for a big, strong man like yourself. Why don’t you show off that corn fed might.” Jebadiah looked at her confused for a moment while she pointed to the weights before mumbling out a confirmation.

The first weight he grabbed was easy for him, weighing the same as a new born calf. He picked it up and heard the other men cheer. Confidence imbued him as he started to strut with the weight over his head.

“My my, that looks easy for you hun.” She said to the audience before leaning in close to his ear. “Take the shirt off for us.”

Somethin’ wasn’t right with Jebadiah at this point, as he started pullin’ off the layers protectin’ him from the sun and dust. Bare chested, he strode over to the next weight.

He struggled a bit on this one, findin’ it weighed more than the three string bales of hay he’d feed the cows in winter. With some work, he lifted it above his head and began to strut again. His muscles were screamin’ as sweat ran across his chest. His loins were one again on fire when she grabbed him from behind an’ he forgot about the other bulge.

Wisperin’ in his ear she said “go out back for a moment hun. We got something special for you.”

Feelin’ alive and ready for more, Jebadiah stepped off stage and went out back behind the tent. There he met the bouncer who’d brought the weights in. He didn’ say a word, just handed him a  black ‘n white garment. Still ridin’ the rush, he put it on.

It wen’t half way down his legs, huggin’ them tight, an’ up over his arms leavin’ his chest exposed. Once it was on, the bouncer pushed him back inside.

“Look at how good our big, strong man Jebadiah looks!” she called out as she beckoned him towards the stage. “Why he looks ready to try the last weight!”

Gettin’ his task, Jebadiah stepped on up. Grabbin’ the handle, he was strugglin’ with both arms. Easily more than three bales of hay, he forced it up. He’d made it about chest high when she moved behind him an’ slapped his ass. He let the weight loose an’ let it fall, breaking a board in the stage.

The men started hootin’ and hollerin’ at this. For just three of ‘em, they made his ears pound with nose an’ his head feel fuzzy. Goin’ back an’ forth, he didn’t know what was real. Finally when they calmed down, everythin’ felt right.

He grabbed his partner and scooped her off her feet. Sendin’ her flyin’, she crossed her legs an’ landed her butt on his shoulder as he flexed with all his might. The men sure loved that, so he put his hand under his butt and lifted her high into the air. On and on until the show was over.

Jebadiah never found out where Evalyn and the kids went, he was too busy packin’ up an’ loadin’ the train. Their next stop was 100 miles away an’ he needed to be ready for his next show at the “Men’s” Burlesque.