Crazy trouble with love part 8
Dolores and Jessica
Author's note: This chapter was done by three authors. Two of which did most of it, and me with a third who did the lemon.
Series: Who Framed Roger Rabbit
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We find ourselves over in Toontown, more specifically, at a small building near the large studios which was a photoshoot.
"Annnd, once again! Action!" Said a stylised monkey in a beret and directors seat. Guaranteed to put laughter the hearts of children the world over if it weren't for the increasingly apparent scowl on his face. "And this time let's get it right people!"
A stage-clown stomped hard on what looked like a blood bag full of red ink, sending it back up the dripline and into a well known figure and the woman it belonged to, who was looking a little off-colour at the moment. Even when a wave of red washed back into her features, it was clear Jessica Rabbit was exhausted.
"Now Jessica, give it all you've got, but better this time!"
Jessica steadied herself and looked into the camera, fighting the urge to tilt her head just so. "We all know that the best toons can take a beating, but it's not always so easy to bounce back on set. Even headliners like my Roger and I-"
Jessica's natural sultry smirk made way for a soft, genuine smile as she continued without missing a beat.
"-can get faded after the knocks of a long day of honest toon's work."
Jessica shook her head sadly at the news...her hair cascading down in tumbles and ample bosom bouncing gently left and right.
The director grit his teeth, but kept going. "And there are hundreds of toons out there who have it even harder, taking the big hits take after take so we don't have to. All it takes is a little blood, and you can help them make just one more take at making their cartoon to cinema."
She leaned down slightly showing her cleavage making the monkey facepalm. "Won't you please donate?"
"Cut! Cut cut cut!"
Jessica cringed. This was the best take so far...but she just couldn't kick her habits. She needed this job. It wasn't fair on her honey to be the sole breadwinner of the family. He loved his work, but she'd seen him come home after one too many piano's one too many times, and it wasn't funny.
But while everything he touched turned to comedy gold, she just wasn't funny. She was SULTRY, no matter what she'd tried. She's stuttered, but that only brought attention to her lips. She'd stumbled, but that had only flashed people. People like her were cast as eye candy in the background to get the real love interest jealous.
And there wasn't a day that went by that she didn't thank her lucky hollywood stars that she'd somehow convinced the rabbit to marry her. The cheer captain somehow catching the class clowns eye. It was too good to be true. And if she had the chance to take some weight off his shoulders she'd do anything.
She sighed while the monkey pulled at his hair.
"Jessica, for the last time, we need to have people want to donate blood, not ask you for a good time!"
"I know, and I'm sorry. It just happens."
In fact it was getting harder to keep it from happening, she was getting tired and falling back on natural movements like swaying hips or lip smacking.
Jessica averted her eyes. It was testament to how much this was weighing on her that she really did look slightly sadder than enticingly shy.
"Look, everybody break for some coffee, I could use some." groaned the director getting up and walked away while rubbing his head. "I need aspirin."
"Wait." said Jessica, gesturing to the drip leading from her arm. "Can I at least finish?"
The director's scowl softened just a little. He could respect that at least. "Fine, just try to make it quick before we try again."
The missus rabbit gave a relieved sigh and collapsed into a prop chair to let the drip finish its work. The red hue was already dulling around her edges, but nothing she couldn't recover from.
She'd done all she could but maybe she just couldn't carry a joke. Thankfully, her darling had apparently been talking and his friend Eddie had found an offering in a coffee house he frequented.
Apparently she was gonna help serve out orders to the people while taking orders and handling the cash register with time, meaning she'd be able to pull her own weight around. Hey, if what she'd hear was true, her amorita vase look and inability to consistently get orders wrong would actually help. But in the meantime, it would make sense for her to go and check it out AFTER the shoot was over with, otherwise the director would go on and really lose it.
She sighed and let her head fall back, gathering her wits for one last take.
(Behind the studio)
Out back, a penguin in a large truck leaned out to watch the stage clowns loading bags of red ink into the back of the truck. "Come on back there, I gotta get this stuff delivered or I'm gonna get chewed out by my boss!"
"I'm going, I'm going." yelled one with a cigar. "So what's the deal with this 'blood drive' thing, and how come I never heard of one before?"
"Apparently it's for needy toons who are losing good ol' fashion toon blood to help them going and this is meant to keep them going and making folks laugh."
"Riiiight and the reason we never had one before is?"
"Well APPARENTLY there was this scare that there'd be a mixup and some jerk would get a toon blood transfusion and be mixed or legally a toon. So until we got our own ambulances and hospitals it was the workhorse treatment." The penguin gave a grin that would have been unsettling even without the beak. "But since we own the lots now we get some proper treatment."
"Well that's just dumb, becoming a toon with our blood, some humans come up with the stupidest things."
Unnoticed, the blood in the bags seemed to stand at attention.
"Legally, legally a token. Apparently it's a carry over from something. Well you know who I blame-"
As the penguin rattled on neither he nor the clown realised what they'd done. No toon can resist a setup, not even cartoon blood, and these too had delivered a doozy.
"Right that's the last of it. Now do you remember the way there?"
While he answered, we cut over to a familiar cafe which was starting to close its doors.
Dolores, dubiously fresh from a hard days work was locking up the place as steady as she could.
The crowd had been especially rowdy today. Rumor had gotten around about her upcoming charity hire and after seeing enough sudden customers disappointedly comparing her to the celluloid seductress she'd had to knock back a few 'liquid therapies'.
'Calling me lacking, like some of them even know what a real woman is.' Dolores snickered to herself and failed to remove the key again. "'REAL' woman."
Eventually, the door gave up it's hostage and Dolores turned to walk to the bus stop. The wrong way, naturally.
She was trying to keep from falling down at seeing everything wobbling around and let out a small hiccup now and here. She glared, offended at the street in front of her. The bus stop had obviously up an moved on her, and the rest of the street couldn't even stay still to look her in the eye.
"What's with you? Think you're too big for me? Ha! You ain't nothin'."
As she mumbled and rambled, a bright neon sign caught her eye. It was much too blurred for her to read...but it was shiny.
"Hey, I wonder what that is. So pretty~" she drawled while stumbling towards it and the building it seemed to come from. She pushed the door in and it swung with little to no effort, sending her stumbling into the building.
A man at a desk who's features she was already having trouble remembering gave her a nonchalant look.
"Hey lady, what are you doing? Can't you open a door like a normal person?"
"You shuddup...and tell me where I am." Dolores slurred.
The man seemed to accept this answer. A drunk then. He got a lot of business from drunks. He stood up and cleared his throat. "You're at a tattoo parlor, care for a tat yourself?"
"A...tat?" Dolores thought about it. Tattoos, like some cheap street lady...no way. Only harlots like that Jessica would...wait. "GIMME."
"Anything in particular gorgeous?"
"That. Make it me, gorgeous. Show em all how pretty I am..." she slurred while pointing to a random framed picture of a design making the man raise an eyebrow, but not say anything.
"Alright, well if you go in the back there and let the man know what you want and where, he can take care of the rest." Dolores wobbled past him and he turned back to his reading.
He was in no mood for this, the regular ink guy had apparently been replaced by a cartoon penguin for the red resupply and neither of them had been able to clear up anything. Behind him heard the artist warn that it might sting and guessed that she'd passed out from the way he trailed off.
(Much later)
Dolores groaned and was half dazed and walking down the street with her feeling like she was leaning on someone next to her. She turned her head and blinked in surprise to see no one at all. She groaned and rubbed her head while feeling a headache coming on. "Damn tequila, I need a bed."
No time to worry though, she could see the lights of her apartment block comin up now, and feel the siren call of her mattress.
Let's step back a second, and watch her relax into the support of her unseen friend. The eagle-eyed onlooker might spot a hint of movement on her back, but it's too dark to see in this light.
No toon can resist a cue, or fail to deliver a setup. Now all that's left is the punchline.
(Next morning)
When Dolores woke up the next morning, it felt like the top of her head was twisting off and her eyes were caked in concrete. As she blearily made her way over to the apartment mirror, she was therefore stunned to find not one visible sign of it. Her hair looked freshly greased and combed, her skin was fine, and it was like she had a seaweed wrap.
She distractedly fumbled for her makeup kit, looking away only for a second, but when she looked back she couldn't see even a single blemish She failed to notice the little illustrated woman on her back that had just finished with a powder puff. "Wow, usually I look like hell when I get drunk. Guess last night was a lucky one."
After a bit more staring, waiting for the other shoe to drop, Dolores couldn't delay anymore and picked out her uniform for the day. She pushed what she was thinking out the way to get ready for the long and griping day she'd have to deal with.
Doubly so when her uniform settled perfectly across her shoulders and hugged her figure without a single wrinkle. It was too early to think about, and she had a new employee to meet. She grabbed her pursue and headed out of her apartment, locked it, and off to the diner she went.
(Later)
Dolores glared at the new prospect employee. Even as bizarrely perfect as her uniform was today, she couldn't hold a candle to how Jessica was letting her wear her. She tried not to let it show, and thankfully, the delectable drawing hadn't seemed to notice, but it was going to be HARD working next to THAT. She's probably mixing her pitch with repeatedly thanking Dolores.
"Thank you again Dolores, you have no idea how much this means to me. I swear I-"
Dolores held up a hand to silence her prospect employee. "I get it, you're thankful and that's fine, but I need to actually brief you on what you'll be doing and how to do it right."
Jessica stood stiff to attention, save an unavoidable bouncing. She silently nodded and tried to give her best 'focused' face, the result and adorable borderline pout.
"Now first off, I'm gonna have you work the orders. Your job is to get down as many orders to the kitchen as you can as fast as you can. Remember, each piece of paper is for one table, and you need to keep in mind which table is which or you'll get the orders mixed up, which will slow things down."
Jessica nodded glumly. She'd probably only get one or two orders wrong all day at most.
"When your shift is over, go through the door THERE-" a small, but significant patch of skin was exposed by Dolores pointing. Not much, but enough for a sleepy, animate tattoo to lean out and get a good look at her co-worker.
Surrounded by a red, painted heart, a tiny, drowsy Dolores was leaning on the edge of her pattern and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She was just like Dolores, only she wore a scantily clad top and skirt with high heels that made her look like a seductive sailor with hat to match.
As the drawn darling gave a silent yawn, she opened her eyes and saw red. Velvety, voluptuous red, and instantly her world shifted. She looked up at Jessica's face with her jaw dropping as said toon didn't notice.
"Is that clear?" said the real Dolores.
"Yes ma'am." said Jessica happily, with a smart salute that sent a ripple through her body and made a certain onlookers day.
"Alright, then let's get this place opened and ready for business." as Dolores watched Jessica turn to go, so too did her little passenger get to watch her leave. The heart-shaped hole cut in the front of her sailor dress flashed red in beats. The woman blinked when she felt a sudden warmth go through her body confusing her. 'That's weird, did I forget to turn the fan on?'
"Are you okay miss Dolores?"
She looked up and saw her prospective employee paused in the doorframe...apparently she'd been overreacting a bit to the heat. "Yes, it just feels a bit humid in here, I'll turn the fan on as soon as we open up."
Little Dolores froze, and looked down at her own speeding redness and the little cloud of steam rising behind her. As her residence and bearer walked to the back room, she experimentally swivelled her hips.
'What is with these shoes today, I can hardly walk.' Immediately, Dolores properly started swivelling her hips to compensate for a sudden problem, unknowingly swaying side to side as she made her new steps.
The illustrated passenger grinned. 'Hello opportunity.'
It took a half hour before the place was up and running with customers sitting down, eating or drinking, or talking, but pretty much ALL of them were a little more preoccupied on Jessica who was taking orders in a white shirt and long blue skirt with the clothes hugging her body just right.
That was to be expected, though as she huffed about her orders, Dolores failed to notice the steady flickers of attention get own walk and surprisingly snug uniform received.
As her passenger's playful sways gave way to sharp flicks, so too did she change the rhythm of her steps without thinking. Her skirt swooping side to side and stopping teasing high like an enticing tail.
'I thought women only walked like that in cartoons.' thought more than one deeply satisfied customer, including a few women suddenly rediscovering themselves.
Jessica was moving around as fast as she could to set the orders at the kitchen while her chest jiggled from the rush making a few of the customers stare with dropped jaws and flushed faces.
As Dolores leaned over to refill a cup, little Dolores stopped to enjoy the view as Jessica came to an abrupt stop and momentum did WONDERFUL things to the rest of her. She wiggled her eyebrows while letting out a small wolf whistle making Dolores stood up and looked around.
"Hey, who's trying to get fresh with me?" as she spun around and glared at the room at large, she failed to notice her sniggering passenger duck round to her back and fiddle with the waistband of her uniform.
"Dolores? Is everything alright?" asked Jessica who noticed the woman frowning.
Dolores turned her head to answer, never taking her eyes off the potential creeps among her clients, "I'm fine, I was just-" She didn't need too, however, to feel her dress slip.
Jessica's and the patrons eyes widened with Dolores going bug eyed.
Said woman looked down to see her white underwear on full display which made her go quiet and felt her ears start burning.
Jessica hurriedly stepped in front of the head waitress. She was terribly shaped for blocking the view, but magnificently shaped for drawing attention. Which meant no one saw just how unnaturally red Dolores was turning.
The small drawing though giggled and let out a loud whistle which made the situation more embarrassing.
Thankfully Jessica was able to usher Dolores into the back room without any more outbursts, before heading back out to man the tables. Dolores, however found a mirror, and tried to re-fasten her skirt.
However, Little Dolores, eyes twinkling, took a deep breath...sucking in her gut.
"Oh when I get my hands on the weasel who undid this I'll clobber him!" The dress slipped past her waist again. Any other day she'd be ecstatic about losing weight, but just one was going on here? She pulled it up and tried tying it again, but it slipped down making her fume. "Oh confound it! This thing was just right yesterday!"
Looking around, she spotted a belt belonging to...a gentleman's one of her old waitresses had brought behind actually...since it probably wouldn't be tight enough, she kept looking until she found a hardy-looking scarf.
She grabbed it and wrapped it around her waist as tight as possible while giving it a good knot. "There."
The cheeky drawing sucked in her gut a little more...the belt slipping. Dolores grumbled as she tightened, only for the drawing to let her gut out again and tuck it in when she let go. Fed up, Dolores just grabbed the ends and pulled.
With her eyes closed in concentration, she failed to notice the almost cartoonish way her flesh parted, settling above and below her waist and torso.
"What's going on with this stupid thing!" Suddenly, Dolores could swear she felt her pants shift. As she turned to look, suddenly she felt her balance shift. "W-Woah, woah!"
Dolores twisted to right herself and closed her eyes before she hit the floor, but to her surprise there was no pain. Instead she found herself lying on a pair of cushions she REALLY didn't remember having. "What the?" she looked down and went wide eyed and slack jawed seeing her own breasts softening her landing. "Good god almighty! What's going on around here?!"
Dolores scrambled up against the wall to stare in shock. They were huge, cartoonishly so, like the size of giant cannon balls. What wasn't stretching her work shirt to a perfect imprint had spilled out the top like a muffin, creating another rim over an inch out last her already excessive hemline. Impossibly, the dip of her cleavage had pressed them together on the lower edge, turning the spilling flesh into a crisp heart shape with an enticing crevice down the middle. "Oh man, this has to be some dream I'm-that's it! I must have passed out so hard from the booze I'm in some weird dream. I mean look at me, no way I could look this hot in real life."
While Dolores wondered what it meant to be dreaming about HERSELF like this, her passenger was eagerly rubbing her hands in glee. Now all that was left was to present herself to Jessica!...somehow.
The drawing tapped her chin and started pacing while managed to FINALLY get the towel wrapped around her waist, tight.
"I need...I need a mirror." she muttered, hardly believing her own eyes. Staring into vacant space, nothing registered to her until she finally was able to spot the backroom mirror.
Having run to her shoulder the ink waitress was trying to signal her with an illustrated pinup of her coworker, via stuffing it in her ear. The message wasn't going through. A message suddenly cut short as the lurch of the larger Dolores sent the smaller tumbling down her arm.
When the normal Dolores reached the backroom mirror and looked at herself, she let out an ear splitting scream that sounded like a locomotive sound which made Jessica and the customers in the other room jump and turn their heads.
"What in the world was that? There aren't any trains nearby." remarked one of the men.
Jessica just stared. That almost sounded like a scream, a toon scream.
Back in the backroom, Dolores had thrown her hands over her mouth in shock. That wasn't her. It was some painted pin up parody, but it was staring right at her and doing everything she did.
"No, no." She slapped her hand against the mirror, as if beating it would fix her reflection. From the corner of her eye something flickered across her hand and rippled through the glass. And suddenly she was struck dumb. Her reflection had changed, turning her skin a flat, uniform tone and creating a clear dark line between her and the rest of the world. Hurriedly, Delores looked down at her hands...to find them normal. A bit shapelier than usual, but still flesh. She could still see the weave in her shirt, still see the hairs on her arms, it was just her reflection. She looked up again, to get a better look. It was a cartoon. It was her as a toon. It was...smiling? "How am I...a toon?"
Suddenly her reflection lept towards her. Dolores jumped back only to be caught by a familiar pair of arms, and to see her own eyes mere inches away with a sultry smirk. Then her reflections head dipped, and her only thoughts were 'I'm kissing myself!' 'I'm using tongue!' and a blissful blankness.
"Dolores? Dolores." called Jessica walking into the back curiously. "Are you alright? What was that-" She peaked in the door and quickly slammed it shut, throwing her back against it. That could NOT be-she blinked, seeing the diner full of customers looking at her. She cleared her throat and stood straight. "Um, sorry everyone, but as of this moment, we're closing down early."
There was some grumbling and groaning, but one quick scene transition later, everyone was outside, the door was locked and Jessica was tentatively stepping in the backroom.
"Dolores? Everyone's gone, you can come out now."
No answer, no movement. But Jessica could already see her, lying in the middle of the room. She was...it couldn't be.
Jessica edged closer for another looks, hoping it would be different up close. But when she got close enough she let out an ear splitting scream. She was! It was undeniable, painted skin, crisp and shining lips, the curves, she'd become like her!
She'd BECOME SENSUOUS TOO and also a toon somehow!
Oh this was horrible, clearly she'd caught Jessica's condition somehow and was doomed to the life of a living pinup, never to be laughed at again!
"Alright Dolores, try and stay calm, this...this will be alright." she spoke, even though inwardly she knew it wasn't.
Dolores, lying feint on the ground, slowly opened her eyes. Focusing on the soft, red, blurry shape in front of her she sat up and tried to rub the sleep from her eyes. What a weird dream.
Jessica winced at the way it made her bounce, particularly when she stretched.
Opening her eyes, Dolores recognised the now much clearer but equally soft red shape in front of her. "Jessica?"
"How are you feeling Dolores?"
"I feel...kinda funny."
Jessica's breath hitched in her throat. the poor dear, she was far from funny. She walked over and grabbed her to try and help her on her feet, all the while noting how the woman's chest seemed to bounce a little from the movement. 'My god, they look almost like mine, maybe bigger.' She bit her lip, it was just too sad. Discreetly as she could, she held her new boss close for a hug.
"Jessica, not so close." spoke Dolores feeling their chests touch briefly making the small picture on her let out a whistle with a wolfish grin.
The haze was beginning to clear, everything looked...odd, but as it sharpened she could see herself in the mirror...and Jessica helping her up. suddenly her reflection winked and draped itself across the Mrs. Rabbit.
"Jessica?"
"Yes?"
Dolores blinked, then tuned to look at the woman supporting her, and back to the reflection, who had dipped the redhead's reflection and was coming in for a kiss. Dolores shut her eyes. "Sorry, losing my mind."
"Well how are you feeling?"
"Better now..." mumbled Dolores, brushing her hair out of her face with a shoulder roll. She tried to ignore her reflection, who was now ginning at her and pointing across the room at Jessica. The image licked its lips. "I need to sit down though, can we move somewhere...else?"
"Of course."
The kitchen has been cleared without much fuss and a large chair placed in the middle of the room, clear of anything and everything. Dolores eyed the precariously stacked kitchen supplies warily, toon neat always made humans nervous, but it seemed to be holding up, it was out of the way and there wasn't a reflective surface in sight.
"How are you feeling? Warm? Cold? Off balance?" asked Jessica with concern. Her voice slipping into a hint of hope at the end.
"No...I'm fine. Just had to clear my head." Dolores mumbled, collapsing gratefully into the chair.
Jessica's face fell as she watched her new friend ripple, she'd sat in JUST the way to push her new breasts to prominence. She hadn't stumbled at all as she was carried. Even her limping was graceful.
"But I feel like a brand new woman." Dolores grumbled under her breath. She'd noticed the grace too and it had stung. Bad enough she looked like this, now she couldn't even act like herself. How did jessica handle...her eyes widened. JESSICA. Of course. It had to be her...She could teach her how to handle it. "Jessica, can you help me?"
"With?"
"Walking, moving. I...I'm moving all wrong, I can't control it." Dolores reached out and grabbed the toon's hand. "But you're used to it, you can help me get...help me move like I'm supposed too."
Jessica was stunned, and blinked away some tears. She trusted her? Despite her own sensuality? Despite probably giving her friend her condition? Well that trust would not go to waste, she wouldn't let her down. She gave a firm nod and gripped her hand. "I'll do my best Dolores, but it'll be tough."
"Fine. I can take tough. I just need to get past this." The next thing Dolores knew, she found herself in one of the softest and warmest hugs of her life "And figure out how I can fix it." she mumbled into her headrest.
Suddenly, a glint caught her eye. In the polished surface of the countertops, she could see herself and Jessica...but the her she could see wiggled her eyebrows and reached around behind her friend's head.
"So…" the real thing said, stepping sharply back from the lounge singers embrace. "Let's get started."
"Alright, the first is try to get your center of balance, it might be off because of...you know." Jessica nodded politely at Dolores's straining work shirt. To her credit, she never broke eye contact. Dolores, however, glowered glumly at her growth. "Let me just..."
Dimly she was aware of Jessica gingerly stepping around her, and startled back to attention at the sudden weight and softness on the back of her head. from the corner of her eyes, she saw Jessica's hands snaking around...surely she wasn't.
Jessica's slender, nimble hands reached around and took Dolores's own, crossing her arms and guiding them to support her breasts.
With a few experimental hefts, Jessica began matching the support to Dolore's own breathing, taking a weight off that Dolores hadn't even noticed.
Oh, Dolores fought down the strange flash of disappointment. she quickly shot her reflection a glare, but looked way even more quickly when she realised it had reached up and was re-guiding the hands of the reflected Jessica.
"Okay. In...out...up...down...in...out...up...down...now walk with me...that's it...and watch it rise and fall."
'Me and everyone else.' thought Dolores, turning to walk back across the kitchen then scolded herself. Jessica was just trying to help.
"Okay, you're doing much better."
Dolores blinked and realise that Jessica had stepped away. This time she snuffed the flash of disappointment before it could start. Was she giving her the training wheels treatment? It was apparently working, she'd half-crossed the kitchen and hadn't tripped once. If this kept up she could walk home without making a fool of herself.
Jessica bit her lip. Her friend had half crossed the kitchen and hadn't tripped once. At this rate she'd never make a fool of herself again. But it was okay. She looked a bit unsteady and was pretty focussed on her breasts. Maybe she just needed a nudge.
As Dolores walked past, beginning to raise her head in pride, she didn't see a very calculated sashay of a red dress, nor the glittering fabric suddenly beneath her feet. Suddenly the world slipped beneath her and she tumbled head-forwards into the kitchen bench. "Wo-Woah! Woah!" and promptly found herself falling into the sink, chest first.
Jessica heard the splash and gave a giddy grin as a schoolgirl. That was a brilliant klutzy move! Little overplayed, but she WAS working with a beginner edging around to get a better look, her face fell.
Dolores had landed breasts first, naturally, and gotten stuck. Unfortunately, it wasn't as funny as it should have been, her dressed was soaked to near transparency and the tap was jutting clean between them, aimed straight at her face. As Dolores struggled to pull herself clear, the tip sunk amd rose in her valley. Suddenly, the tap broke, sending a rush of water straight into her spluttering mouth. She coughed while closing her eyes. "Oh man, it's like with Eddie all over again."
Jessica nearly pulled her hair in frustration. She'd just made it worse! "Here, let me get you out Dolores." she moved over and wrapped her arms around Dolore's waist before she tried pulling back.
Dolores, still soaked from the sink and borderline aroused from the tap, stood in horror as Jessica came up behind her.
"I just need to..."
In the polished sink below, her reflection was flashing her a double thumbs up.
"Get a good grip."
Hands...hands!
Jessica grasped as firmly as she could, ignoring the squeak from her obviously distressed friend, and pulled as hard as she could. It would be so much easier if her waist had some room to move, but she couldn't get close enough to grip without it pressing up against Dolores's. "E-Easy there!" blushed the new toon. Closing her eyes to stave of any more of her reflections' ideas.
"Should take...just one more." Jessica adjusted her grip and pulled with all her might, and with a loud pop, Dolores burst free of the sink.
Then her back hit two soft surfaces and she felt herself bounce and turn in midair...and an unwelcome, but not unpleasant pressure on her breasts. Dolores opened her eyes to find herself staring at a surprised jessica rabbit from less than a foot away. "Woah, I'm so sorry Dolores, it's just you...and I...my bad." Dolores was quickly on the other side of the room, head against the wall and boiling red.
Jessica politely ignored the tea kettle whistle and the steam, choosing instead to cough disarmingly. "Let's try something a bit easier on you and your blood pressure."
Jessica's disarming smile did not hold long against Dolore's glare.
The chairs and tables of the diner had been pushed aside, stacked against the walls, and the blinds all shut as tight as they could go.
"Ok this one should do the truck."
Dolores stared skeptically at the length of rope her friend has placed along the length of the room.
"This is an old one, just walk along the rope on one side, and back on the other." Jessica explained.
"You sure this is a good idea? What if I trip?"
'Here's hoping.' thought Jessica. "Don't worry. You'll be fine. We'll have this mess sorted out in no time."
"Well...alright." Dolores slowly lifted a leg, wincing as it slid from her dress like peeking through a curtain and stepped forwards, eyes closed to ignore the inevitable bouncing. Foot by foot, she marched slowly along the rope, feeling her way with her feet
"And TURN." called Jessica, leaning down at the other end.
Dolores dutifully pivoted and began marching down the other side of the rope.
Jessica grasped her corner and readied herself. There was every chance her friend would trip and stumble naturally, but should the worst come to the worst she was prepared to step in. "That's it, you're doing it."
"Well it sure feels awkward. I feel like I'm carrying two watermelons." as Dolores looked down at the melons, Jessica readied herself. If it was going to happen, it would happen now. and if it didn't...
Dolores missed a step and hurriedly corrected herself, accidentally digging her foot into the length of rope and pulling taut around her other leg. "Woah, woah, woah!" with a crash and drumroll out of nowhere, Dolores tumbed head over heel in a wild blur. The waitress rolled to a steady stop at the lounge singers feet with her eyes tightly shut.
Jessica's proud beam dropped to a broken slump. she'd even made THIS erotic. The rope snaked its way between the thighs, wrists and breasts in a way which made her seem helpless, yet ready and emphasises her already absurd curves. it just wasn't fair. No one should be cursed with THIS much sensuality
"Oooh, dizzy." groaned Dolores. She tried to reach up to steady her head, only to find she couldn't move. As Dolores looked down and saw the ropes she went eerily silent.
"Um, Dolores?" responded Jessica before seeing Dolores cry out embarrassed and struggle with the ropes. "I'll just... get some scissors." said Jessica slinking away.
Dolores could only stare ahead at the door. In it, her reflection was sitting and winked. Dolores could feel her blood boiling. Any more of this and she'd snap.
'I swear anymore of this and I'm gonna lose it.' thought Jessica in annoyance.
Staring dead ahead, she heard the tap of Jessica's high heels approaching slowly.
"I couldn't find scissors, but this knife should do the trick..." She felt her friend cutting away at the ropes. "Just stay still, I don't want you to accidentally get cut."
Dolore tried to ignore the smell of her perfume, the way her hair caressed her shoulders, the way her weight felt right on her shoulders, and the way her reflection was licking its lips. 'Is that thing going to keep taunting me like this all day?!'
"There...we...go..." said Jessica, and the ropes slid apart.
Dolores, looked down, then stood and tested, just to be sure there was no last minute trick. She sighed in relief to see the ropes were truly gone, and she was free.
Then her dress slid apart.
Both their eyes widened with Jessica dropping the scissors from shock.
Dolores's hands quickly covered herself as she watched her friend's face go as red as her famous dress. Standing there in her underwear, she wondered what was next.
Then her underwear fell apart.
Jessica's mouth dropped down and hit the floor while Dolores' reflection let out a whistle at seeing the bare skin.
Dolores could only stare as in front of her, her reflection reached around and planted her face on Jessica's lips, guiding her hands too.
She snapped as she suddenly tackled the redhead bombshell and slammed their lips together, catching Jessica WAY off guard.
Jessica, struggling to find a hanhold that wouldn't make this worse, managed to pry the amorous employer of her with some difficulty. "Dolores I..." she couldn't speak, she could only stutter her objections, which somehow STILL came across as half-hearted.
"Don't give me that, if I'm gonna look this way then I might as well put it to good use." she spoke with a lustful look in her eyes before claiming Jessica's lips again with the redhead this time managing to pry her off, but with a brighter blush.
"Dolores! We...We can't! I mean, I have Rodger, you have Eddie…"
"Jessica, look me in the eye."
She did so while both their giant melons, each one over a J cup chest in size and bounciness, touched each other like age old friends.
"Right now, I've been dealing with a body that I never imagined. I've had to deal with moments just trying to walk without falling over with these funbags, and right now I need someone to try it out with, and with a body like yours, there's no question about it. I want us to do it, just to get it out of the way."
Jessica blushed while gulping a little as Dolores licked her lips. "But...But this is too sudden."
"I don't care, we are having sex here and now hot stuff." she purred before she started kissing Jessica's neck making the redhead gasp while the tiny Dolores jumped and tapped her heels together with a smile.
"But...But…" feeling a woman kiss her there was making her toes curl and shiver. She felt a small part of her brain shake her head before another part nodded, with the two getting into a cartoon cloud fight.
Dolores kept on kissing the bombshell of a toon while moving her hands over the woman's massive ass while Jessica unintentionally began doing the same to her massive set of ass cheeks. 'Her lips are soft as silk, but bouncy as rubber~'
'Wow, her butt isn't anything to scoff at. She could give me a run for my money with the right dress.' thought Jessica before taking the initiative and licked Dolores' lips making her hesitate and had to muster herself up to open her mouth before feeling the woman's tongue lick around her mouth.
Both women kissed the other as the tiny tattoo was cheering them on as a pair of palm palms appeared on each hand and began jumping like crazy. They rubbed and caressed the rears while leaning closer with their breasts meshing against the other which was getting them excited.
That was when their rational minds, now in casts, were knocked out by the lustful sides, now wearing gold belts, as they began to formulate the most...toon like ideas imaginable.
And nothing's worse than a toon with its head in the gutter, besides the times they were punched into one but that's a different story entirely.
Dolores and Jessica moaned with their tongues wrestling against the other like two snakes while Jessica moved a leg over and rubbed it between Dolores' thighs, nearing the spot under her outfit.
"Mmm~" Both moaned in unison while they kept on making out and rubbing each other's hands on the rumps, each one shaking with all the motion from their sexcipade. "Oh mmm~"
The small Dolores beamed and kept on cheering the bigger one before the two moved to break the kiss, but their lips stayed together with their mouths stretching back out before the lips popped free and their mouths went back to normal.
"That...was…"
"Good." Dolores said with a sultry tone. "But I want more skin, which means that little number you're wearing? It's coming off."
"You first." smirked Jessica.
She smirked before taking off her clothes.
RIP!
By ripping them off to reveal her naked body, which had large nipples that looked like rock hard diamonds and a slit that was already leaking on the floor.
"...oh my…"
"Like what you see dollface?" she smirked crossing her arms to make her breasts stand out more and bounce with Jessica smirking.
"Yeah, just try not to drool." she reached back and started to slide her dress down her body making her breasts bounce and slid it down her legs while making them stretch out to show smooth skin before tossing it aside and started to take her gloves off.
"No underwear? I always had a hunch." joked Dolores.
Jessica dropped her gloves on the ground while her hard nipples and dry slit was revealed to the former human. "Undergarments restrict my breasts."
"With knockers like them, I wouldn't blame you for going commando." Dolores smirked while making a wolf whistle to the bombshell toon. "How do you get clothes that fit?"
"Lots of practice." Jessica said before moving closer to Dolores. "But enough talk, we're moving this to the bed."
"Good idea." spoke Dolores as they got up and went to the bedroom she and Eddie shared while her small toon self stared at Jessica's bare body.
As both got onto the bed, Dolores looked at Jessica with a devilish smile.
"Say, since I'm not human anymore." She rubbed her hand across the redhead's cheek. "Could we try any toon related activities in the bed?"
"You mean get down and dirty, the toon way?"
"Yes, that's the one."
"Well….we could, but are you sure? It can get a bit weird by regular people's standards."
"I'm a human turned toon that wants to have sex with a toon while looking like a bombshell, after today, I don't know IF I'm normal or not." She countered. "But I really think it might be a new experience for me."
"Well, ok, but if it seems too much, let me know. But let's work our way up there first."
Dolores nodded. "Lead the way, I'm open to new things."
"Alright, lay on your back, I want a up and close look at your girls."
She did so while her breasts jiggled like crazy as Jessica leaned closer to her. She moaned when the woman grabbed the breasts and gave them a squeeze while lifting them up.
"You should consider getting a career change, doing shows with the right outfit can bring in a lot more money than you think, just be careful of the touchy grabby guys who come by." Jessica said with a smirk before moving both breasts closer to her mouth and began to lick each nipple with her tongue.
"Oooh~!" Dolore shivered while the small toon self found herself panting like a dog as she stared at Jessica's chest. "N-No thanks, I-ah! Prefer this gig."
"I understand." She said while licking the nipples a bit more. "But your body is perfect for the showgirl life."
Dolores moaned and squirmed feeling the tongue before Jessica latched on them and started sucking on them making her jump and get more turned on.
Jessica then looked at the woman in the eyes, said eyes now in the form of stars, before taking a slow deep breath and began to slowly blow into them in a deliberate way that made Dolores moan out.
"H-Hey, what's go-" Dolores stopped and gaped as she saw her breasts jiggle and seemingly start to grow bigger. She felt the breasts getting bigger and bigger as Jessica kept on blowing into them like balloons. "Ah~!"
'Let's see how she likes this.' Jessica thought before blowing harder as the breasts started to expand more and more until they outgrew all known cup sizes and looked ready to explode.
"Ahhhh~!"
Jessica then stopped, grabbed the nipples and tied them into two giant bows in the shape of hearts. "There, a new set of balloons."
"W-What is this?!"
"Balloon play." She chuckled before turning her around to show her butt hole. "And this is 'blowing up the beanbag chair'."
"Wait, what are you-AHHHH~!" She moaned out while the bombshell redhead began blowing into her ass, causing the already large cheeks to expand to twice their size, then three times, and then more times then she could count. "AHHH~!"
Jessica kept on blowing into it before taking a deep breath and blew like a tiny hurricane.
BOING~!
Causing the ass to expand and hit the walls like a pair of bagpipes.
"Hey! I can't move!" spoke Dolores since the expanded tits and ass were pressed against the walls and bed.
Jessica blew again before grabbing the asshole, stretched it out and tied it up into the shape of a bow tie. "There, you're now an airbed, and I can play with them for a while." She then grabbed one breast and one asscheek with her hands and began to either squeeze or slap them hard.
"Ah~!" moaned the woman with Jessica smirking.
"Truth is I did this once in college with my fraternity, and since you can't move, I can play with you like one giant toy." Jessica said before slapping harder with one hand and squeezing with the other, all the while Dolores' slit became as drenched as a waterfall, with the tiny version of said toon laughing at the comedy placed on her host.
"Ahhh! Oooh! Ahh~!" she moaned out while her body tingled the more she was touched.
"How's it feel to be like a balloon?"
"Ah, it feels ah! Good~" Dolores moaned while feeling horny, but felt like it was one sided. "Ah! But is this….ah! Permanent?"
"No, this is not permanent. Trust me, if that happened I wouldn't be walking about and working." she replied before crouching down and spread Dolores' legs to look at her cooch and smiled. "Get ready to feel better."
"What do you mean?" She asked with uncertainty. That's when she felt a tongue against her vagina making her moan even louder.
Jessica kept on licking while her tongue went deep into the hole like a snake.
"Ooooooooooooh~!" Dolores moaned while struggling to move, but was pinned to the bed by her large assets.
'Mmmm, nice and sweet, a bit tart though.' She thought while Dolores kept on moaning. 'With a bit of lead oddly enough.'
'Ah! I feel so big...and warm~'
Jessica licked deeper into the hole while intentionally making slurping sounds. 'Let's see how long she can last.'
(Three minutes later)
'Too quick.' She thought while covered in juices as Dolores panted with ecstasy. 'It was too quick, and I was hoping that she lasted an hour.'
"Ah….more….more….toon kinks…."
"Oh? You want more do you now?"
She nodded.
"Alright then, but first." She pulled on each bow or bow tie and started undoing them. "We deflate you."
FFFFFFFFIIIISSSSSHHHHHHH!
"WAAAAH!" She cried out while the chest and ass deflated and caused her to fly around the room like a deflated blimp. She then landed back on the bed in her usual form while looking dazed.
"Liked it dear?"
"I see stars…" she let out as stars danced around her vision making Jessica chuckle.
"I'll take that as a yes."
Dolores shook her head before asking. "So what's next?"
"Well now that you're a toon, you're probably able to stretch out other parts of you besides your tits and ass."
"Like….my fist?"
"Exactly darling." she grinned. "Lay on your back."
Dolores did so while Jessica spread her legs apart.
Jessica looked at the slit before sticking one finger out. "I learned this from the Three Caballeros."
FIIIIISSSHHH!
And blew on the thumb while her fist grew and grew until it was the size of an elephant's head.
Dolores' eyes widened and nearly popped out of her skull while Jessica used her free hand to rub the slit and made her moan.
"But first, let's get this stretched out." she grabbed one side and started to tug on it, making it stretch and making Dolores moan louder.
"Ahhh~!" She moaned as the slit was stretched out like gum.
"Not to worry, just bare with it before getting the feeling of being a turkey." Jessica said as the slit was looking more and more like a rubberband. She then moved her fist into the slit and pushed.
"AHHH~!" Dolores threw her head back while her tattoo shivered and licked her lips while watching a slight bulge form around the fist.
Jessica then started to move her enlarged fist while Dolores moaned and squirmed like crazy.
"Oh god damn it! It's bigger than Eddie by a mile!"
"With toons, we can get into all kinds of kinky situations. You should see what a regular strip joint is like in Toontown." Jessica said while moving faster. "It's a real blast."
"Ahh~!"
"I suggest you keep it down, your mouth might start an earthquake when I do this!" She said while fisting right into her sweet spot and womb.
"AHHHHHH~!" Dolores let out while looking like a blur due to how much she was squirming while her body felt like it was on fire.
POOF!
Which it was as the tattoo tried to use water to stop the flames, which looked like they had arms and legs.
"How's it starting to feel now?"
"Ahhh! It feels good!" She moaned out before letting loose a torrent of love juices from her slit.
"It must be." chuckled the redhead. "But we have many more kinks to try."
That made the Dolores tattoo let out a woop.
"Ahh-OH!" She gasped out as the fist was pulled out of her slit, both of which returned to normal as she herself panted. "Ah….what else…..?"
"Simple, I ate your carpet, now you eat mine." she smirked laying on her back and spread her legs.
And on cue Dolores began licking the carpet while Jessica moaned a little while her ass was getting squeezed on by her hands.
'She's oh! Quick thinking.' she thought while running her hands through Dolores' hair. "Good girl, you're picking up on this pretty fast."
She kept on licking while Jessica gave her ass a loud slap. "Oooh~"
"But once you're done, I'm showing you my favorite toon related toy." she hummed while holding her head there. "And trust me, it's a doozie."
She licked one last time before looking up. "What is it?"
"Keep licking and you'll find out, especially near my clit."
She nodded before licking again. She swirled her tongue across the bud making Jessica hum and grip her head tighter.
'She's learning.' She thought while feeling her slit getting drenched from the licking.
'Jelly favored.' Dolores thought with a hum. She started to suck on the clit making Jessica moan louder.
"Oh fuck yeah, go ahead and give it a little nibble while you're at it." Jessica said while Dolores bit hard onto it, making her jump. "Easy there, I said nibble."
She nibbled on the slit while getting an idea and started to suck on it hard, making Jessica moan while missing the grin the redhead had.
'Just what I was hoping for.' Jessica thought while Dolores kept on licking the clit.
Dolores started to feel a feeling in her head and felt like following it, which involved putting her lips around the clit and start blowing against it while bobbing her head back and forth, completely missing the fact it seemed to stretch up the more she bobbed before she let go, went wide eyed, and suddenly found herself slapped back off the bed and wound up stumbling back against the wall and looked, before going wide eyed seeing a large fifteen foot dick in between Jessica's legs with said redhead chuckling.
"Like it? It's all natural." She chuckled while rubbing her coconut sized balls with her right hand. "And you can have one too if you want."
Dolores drooled like a dog while eyeing the giant cock and then her own clit.
"Well?"
She laid on her back and nodded. "Give me a hotdog!"
"Oh I will, but first…" she trailed off before moving off the bed and over to her with her dick at attention. "Get this lathered up first."
Dolores blinked before seeing the cock moving towards her face.
"Lick it." she ordered while grabbing Dolores hair. "Don't take it slow either, I wanna feel your mouth all over it."
She nodded before extending her mouth as wide as a whale and latched onto the giant dick like a mousetrap. She hummed while Jessica smiled before she began to move her dick back and forth with a moan.
"Oh yeah, I hardly ever get a chance to use this! I tried it on Roger one time, but let's just say I went a bit wild with him."
Dolores moaned and hummed while feeling the dick pushing deep into her body as her tattoo laughed at her position with glee. She closed her eyes and licked the tip while rubbing her slit at the same time.
Jessica thrusted deep into the woman while her cock twitched a little and she felt very in control. 'Soon she'll be filled up like an ACME pie.'
'I can tell she's about to blow.' Dolores thought while feeling very eager. 'And I welcome it!'
"Mmm, get ready for a filling deary." groaned Jessica before burying her dick inside and moaned before sperm came gushing out.
That in turn caused her body to blimp up to the point that her entire body looked like a balloon of sperm, her stomach as large as a small hot air balloon and her limbs now useless and sunken in along with her head.
Jessica kept on pouring more and more sperm into her before letting go of the woman's hair and-
FLISSSSSSSSH!
Sent her flying like a deflated balloon, again, but with sperm covering the walls, ceiling, windows and other pieces of furniture. Jessica herself got some sperm glazed over her breasts and watched before Dolores wound up landing on the bed on her stomach.
"Ah…" she groaned while her body returned to normal, yet her mouth and body was covered in sperm, including her back where the tattoo was busy swimming in a v-cup bikini. "Ah...wow…"
"Wooo, damn, that took more out of me then I thought." Jessica panted while her cock was still leaking sperm like a fountain pen. "But I think you're a natural sperm blimp doll."
"I feel….so...sticky." Dolores panted while slowly getting up. "It's...making me hungry for a hotdog, with 'honey'."
Jessica smirked. "Looks like it's my turn to raise the flag." she moved over and got in between Dolores' legs before she started licking across the clitoris.
She moaned while closing her legs around Jessica's head as the bombshell red kept on sucking on the clit. "Oh fuck yes! Yes!"
Jessica kept on sucking on it while noticing that the clit was starting to rise up. 'She's a quick one, even faster than myself when I was first drawn.'
"Ahhhh!" moaned Dolores feeling the clit growing in Jessica's mouth and suddenly grabbed the redhead by her hair and gritted her teeth. "I had a mouthful of you, now you get to be the same bitch!"
"Mmmmm?!" She got out as the clit turned into a seventeen foot cock with cannon ball sized gonads as she was pushed up and down the wide girth like a sex toy. "Mmmm mmmm!"
"Oh fuck yes! No wonder Eddie loves this! Ugh! You're gonna choke on this you ginger tease, wearing something like that would make any guy hard as a rock!"
"Mmmmmmm!" Jessica moaned out as the cock twitched like crazy in her mouth.
"And now I ah! I'll blow you up!"
The toon moaned before sperm poured into her body, causing her to inflate to the size of two blimps, her head and lumps sinking into her body as her stomach grew in size, as she started to float like a balloon, to her shock. 'Oh god...this is...so good!'
Dolores groaned while her tattoo gave a thumbs up before Jessica's mouth let go, leading to her going flying up and around the room, letting sperm spray around before she slammed into the ceiling.
She looked like a pancake as she floated back down and puffed back to her normal shape. "..."
Dolores panted while her small tattoo looked just as exhausted. "Wow...that...was...wooh!"
"The night is still young." Jessica panted before pulling at Dolores' dick and started to tie it up with her own dick as it started to look like a pretzel for a second before the tips of each one was pointed to each toon's slits. "And I'm feeling excited about this technique, the 'Double Dragon'."
"Wait, you mean we're gonna use them...at the same time?"
"Yep, relax, it's quite a blast." She said with a smirk. "After all, we toons can go all out without getting killed by our own passions."
Dolores blushed while her cock went straight up again.
"I see you're interested dollface." she chuckled before rubbing the dicks making Dolores hum. "Then buckle up."
Dolores hummed before their cocks went into each other's slits, making both moan out while Jessica took the lead by grabbing her balls and squeezed. "Oh fuck!"
"My, what big balls you have deary." Jessica hummed while squeezing them. "No wonder you filled me up like you did. After this, you will never forget toon sex ever again~"
"Oh god!" moaned Dolores with her tattoo rubbing itself as the woman felt the dick slide in and out of her pussy and made a bulge. "It's bigger than Eddie!"
Jessica kept on thrusting while Dolores' dick began to push against her womb. 'Mmm! Ok, that hit a sweet spot!'
Their chests bounced with each thrust making the Dolores tattoo stare at Jessica's with a little drool.
As they thrusted, their asses jiggled like mad while their stomachs bulged, each time causing the other to moan like deer. They then felt their cocks getting ready to burst from the giant loads of seed being filled in both their balls and cocks as they started to inflate like large phallic balloons.
"Dolores! I'm gonna let it out!"
"Same here!"
Both moaned before the sperm was released, turning their bodies into giant sperm filled balloons, with their heads and limbs sinking back into the giant forms and their stomachs becoming filled with large amounts of sperm as they floated above the bed and kept on cumming like crazy. This lead to the ribbon coming undone, leading to them flying off and bouncing off the walls spraying sperm on every spot that wasn't already covered.
FIIIIISSSHHH!
They went flying around, hitting each other and kissing the others lips in the process, before landing on the bed with their cocks still oozing out sperm onto the sheets.
"Ah…"
"Ah…."
"Are you...ok?"
"Yes….you?"
"Fantastic."
Both panted while their dicks looked ready to play again.
"Another round?"
"Big time dollface."
(Next morning)
When they finally woke up, the low red-golden light of dawn was filtering through the cracks around the edge of the blinds. Both of them feeling tired and sore, but also very satisfied. Neither of them said a word. they wouldn't know how to begin, but somehow they felt they didn't have to.
Jessica however sat up and yawned while stretching, making her boobs bounce with Dolores looking without a care.
To her surprise though, Jessica seemed to when she noticed her friend's staring. She blushed and looked away, covering herself and turning, which was more effective given she only had so much arm.
"Oh! Sorry, didn't mean to make it awkward."
"Dolores...I...don't want you to get the wrong idea here…." started Jessica. "It's just...I can't start a relationship, I still love Roger..."
"This was... fun." She blushed. "And unexpected, not that it wasn't enjoyable. But it's...it's not..."
Against all odds, the undressed Jessica looked more lost and flustered in the morning light then enticing, and Dolores had no idea how to feel about it.
Dolores awkwardly moved to put her arm around her shoulders, but thought better at the last moment. This was not a moment for physical holding. Instead she stood and offered her friend her hand.
Jessica smiled and let Dolores help her to her feet, albeit her legs made her stumble slightly.
Dolores watched as her friends chewed her lip anxiously and her eyes slowly met her own.
"Um, maybe we should get a shower."
Dolores blushed followed quickly by Jessica.
"Umm, you first I mean." Jessica quickly looked around the room, away from her eyes. "Is there a shower in here?"
"Yeah, upstairs."
Dolores's head was spinning as she showered. She didn't know what to think about ANY of this. While part of her was upset Jessica wasn't interested in continuing, another part had no idea where any of this had came from, and another, MUCH larger part had gone numb from her recent acquisition of celluloid skin and was liable to go off like a powder-keg the minute she stopped thinking about this.
Then she noticed the dripping. Skin shaded drops of her arm dripping off at the elbow, and looking down she could see a sizable puddle growing around her feet. She went wide eyed and felt her hand shake before letting out a horrified scream.
The door to the bathroom burst open and she turned to reach pleadingly for her friend.
"Jessica, help me!"
Jessica could only stare, "You're...you're..."
"I'm meltin-"
"You're human again!"
"W-What?"
"Dolores look at yourself, you're back to normal!"
Dolores, stared blankly at her friend for a moment, then slowly lifted her melting, dripping...NORMAL hand up to her eyes. Her gaze quickly swept along the rest of her arm then down at the rest of herself. Flesh! Real flesh!
"I'm back! I'm really back to normal!" hiccups bubbled from her throat, spilling into full sobs of laughter. Dolores hugged herself tight and tighter.
Jessica moved over and gently rubbed her back. Her eyes took in the sight of her once-again human co-worker and admired the very reasonable curvature. Whatever she'd done to her friend, it was over now, and-
Hold on, what was that on her back?
It was the tattoo of Dolores, but it actually looked sad and sulking while looking at her with a small sniffle.
Jessica blinked, gears turning in her head. Was this it? Was this the cause of everything? She saw its expression and actually felt bad for it since it seemed like just any other toon. It seemed so...lonely down there. "...Dolores, could you hold still for just a little while? There's still a little something…"
Dolores suddenly stiffened ramrod straight as she realised she was still naked, but jessica didn't notice.
"Thank you. I'll be back right away." she turned and headed out with Dolores and her tattoo confused.
Moments later though, Dolores heard the sound of approaching footsteps and felt a steadying hand on her shoulder.
"Okay, now...hold...still..."
She heard something dip in the paint-soaked water below and felt...something brushing against her back. Dolores bit her lip.
"Done." the redheaded object of her frustrations announced.
"What? Done with what?" Dolores turned to see, but couldn't get a good look, wheeling to face Jessica, she only caught a giddy grin which the toon quickly tried and failed to hide.
"Oh, nothing important. why don't I go fetch your clothes?"
Dolores could only stare in confusion...and unseen to her a smaller Dolores could only watch in heartbreak.
The little tattoo sighed to see her love go...and opened her eyes to find someone had slipped a pair of hands over them. She blinked before slowly turning and let out a gasp. Standing behind her was an image of Jessica in matching sailors gear, painted fresh on Dolores and sinking beneath the skin.
Said image gave a wink with the tattoo Dolores jumping to her feet in the blink of an eye.
The two tattoos embraced, their hair falling into the shape of a heart as a red valentine silhouette surrounded them.