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One bright sunny day, you find a curious glowing pencil laying on the
side of the road. You are immediately compelled to walk over and pick it
up, and as you do, you notice a thin line being drawn from its lead into
the air. Gasping in surprise, you give another flick, drawing a circle in
mid air, which falls to the ground. You look around to see if anyone is
watching - no one seems to be around. You decide to try something a
little more complicated, and draw your name in big outlines. Once you're
finished, you grab and pull at them, and they resist your strength as if
they were made out of cast iron. You laugh in amazement, and try the
eraser on the letters, and see them scrub out of existence as quickly as
they were make. You suddenly get a very exciting idea, once that will
test the limits of your artistic abilities.
You've always been a doodler, and have spent many hours drawing cartoon
girls with big flowing hairstyles, huge breasts, tiny waists, and a
generous display of hips and booty. Now that you have this amazing
pencil, you can finally bring your dream girl to life!
You quickly begin sketching an outline into the air, and are surprised at
how fast you're able to work with the pencil. Of course, you sketch out
the huge breasts first, sitting above a narrow waist which expands into a
huge thick section of ass and hips. The sketch stays in the air as you
quickly sketch out a pair of big bright eyes, and frame them with huge
long lashes. The pencil flicks a big thick hairstyle atop the sketch's
head, which tapers all the way down to the character's hips. Time flies
by as you add clothing - a tight striped corset, nylons, a flared vinyl
skirt with a ruffled petticoat underneath, a set of fishnet stockings,
and a pair of 4" vinyl stiletto boots.
Finishing the detailing on the corset, you stand back at your bimbo
creation, and frown - the girl is transparent, constructed entirely of
thin pencil strokes. You poke the pencil through her and wiggle it
around, wondering how you're supposed to fill her in and bring her to
life. You flick the pencil around her head, frustrated, wondering how
amazing her big blonde hairstyle would look if it was filled in.
Just like that, the pencil leaves a huge yellow splash on the outside of
the sketch. That's it! By concentrating on the color of the clothing, you
can make the pencil change color and start filling the character in. The
perfectionist that you are, you spend hours filling in details,
meticulously coloring in the elaborate gothic outfit, and doing the
girl's makeup in an extravagant fashion. Thin eyebrows atop smoky eyes,
which are a wonderland of blue and purple sparkles, along with thick,
glossy blood-red lips.
Looking over the character, you feel your heart burst with pride. Many
sketches of busty cartoon girls are taped all around your drawing board
at home, but now you are face to face with one in real life. It's hard
getting used to the fact that she still looks like a cartoon, which gives
you flashbacks to the animation in Who Framed Roger Rabbit, and are
excited to actually own a real cartoon. You smile, and consider your hard
work finished.
Once the concept of 'finished' goes through your mind, the girl gasps
loudly, stumbles, and flails to regain her balance. She looks around in a
panic, breathing heavily at the shock of suddenly being summoned into
existence. She looks down at her massive bust and grabs it in surprise,
and brushes a thick section of hair out of her face, and makes eye
contact with you.
"...Hel....Hello..." you stammer, blown away by the beauty of your
artwork. She stares at you, wide eyed with fear.
"Who... who are you? What... where..." she stutters, looking you up and
down. "What's going on?!"
"I, uh..." You blush, holding up the pencil. "I'm your artist - I gave
you... er... brought you to life."
She looks at the pencil, back at you, then back to the pencil. A look of
realization and understanding flashes in her eyes, which quickly furrow
and glare at you.
"Yes," she says in a low voice. "Yes, I... I understand now. You made me.
I don't know how, but I just... I just know it."
You smile, looking her amazingly shapely figure up and down. Your
confidence begins to build now that she seems to have accepted her
position as your creation. She takes a few steps toward you, and your
heart flutters with excitement.
"So, you drew me, correct?" She smiles, looking at the pencil. You nod.
"Of all the ways you could have brought me into existence, you decided to
go with *this*."
She grabs her huge tits and pulls at them. She lets go, and they bounce
and jiggle within the corset top. The excitement is getting to be a bit
much as she walks up and stands a couple of feet away.
"Of all the ways!" she suddenly yells, grabbing the pencil from you. "You
bring me into existence like THIS! You made me a cheap whore, for what?!
Do you think I'm going to be your sex slave or something?"
This isn't exactly the reaction you were looking for. You step back, but
she advances and stays in your face.
"Wait!" you blurt out, raising your hands defensively. "Wait, I can help
you! I can redraw you! Just give me the..."
"Oh, no you don't!" she growls, taking a step back. "Now that you know
I'm not going to be your sex doll, you have no need for me anymore! I bet
you'd erase me without a second thought!"
"No! No, no, no! I'd never do that!" Of course, that's exactly what you
were planning on doing. The last thing you want is some psycho cartoon
character living with you. How would you explain that to anyone?
The girl puts a hand on her wide hips, twirling the pencil in her hand.
Then, with the lightning speed of a hungry panther, she jumps forward and
swipes your right arm with the eraser. It falls to the ground with a
thump, exploding into a million fragments of colored eraser residue,
leaving a smooth bump where it once connected to your shoulder. You
freeze in horror at the sight, and without hesitation, she strikes your
left arm as well. Before it even hits the ground, she has removed both of
your legs with a single stroke. Your limbless body falls to the ground,
scattering the eraser shavings everywhere.
You yell out, horrified at the attack. Even though the quadruple
amputation didn't hurt at all, the fact that you no longer have arms or
legs sends a bolt of pure terror through you. The girls stands over you,
smirking at your predicament.
"If anyone is going to fix my body, it's going to be ME." She pulls her
hair out of the way and quickly starts sketching something up her back.
She brings the pencil to her head and draws a thin line around her face,
all around her forehead, cheeks, and chin. She places the pencil on the
ground and turns away from you, revealing a large zipper running down her
back. Her hand clasps the tab and pulls down, and your eyes go wide as
you see her skin and clothing are both unzipping like a costume. Once the
zipper is completely open, she reaches up and pulls the skin of her head
away from her face, and starts squirming out of the jiggling sex slave
body as if it was a Halloween costume. Her head pops out the zippered
opening, revealing a much more conservative hairstyle atop her still
heavily made over face.
"Ah, that's a bit better!" She smiled. "That ridiculous hair you drew was
making me sweat!" She sketches a small mirror into existence and inspects
the makeup you've drawn on her. She shakes her head, and wipes it away
quickly with the eraser.
The toon girl then grabs her hand with the other and pulls it away like a
glove. She squirms and pops an arm out of the opening, and continues with
pulling her other arm free. With a quick pull, she frees herself from the
thick jiggling skin and skimpy outfit, the flesh bounces and jiggles
around her feet like Jello.
Remarkably, the girl has shed her skin, revealing a new cute naked body
underneath. Her breasts seem microscopic compared to what you had given
her before, and her body seems like a stick figure compared to the hips
and ass the other had. In reality, she is on the pretty side of average,
and she takes a moment to admire her transformation.
"That's the great thing about being a toon," she says, bending over and
grabbing the pencil. "Our silly cartoon logic makes things like this so
much easier." You tremble, wiggling your stumps around feebly.
"So..." you stammer as she looks you up and down. "You've fixed yourself,
that's great! You can... you can keep the pencil! Just, please... please
don't leave me like this!"
"Oh, you mean helpless and vulnerable? Like what you expected me to be in
that stupid body you conjured up?" She looks rather vexed, and you have a
bad feeling about where things are headed.
"Don't worry sweetheart, I'll help you out." She smiled. "Toons aren't as
heartless as their masters are."
The relieved smile you give her soon fades to a frown as she grabs the
big pile of cartoon skin at her feet. She pulls the unzipped opening wide
open, and starts pulling it up over your torso.
"Wait!" you scream. "WAIT! No! Don't do this! Please don't do this!"
Your cries fall on deaf ears as she continues pulling the skin over your
body. She brushes the thick locks of blonde out of the way as she pulls
the skin over your head, and pulls it tight enough so your head quickly
squeezes up the inside of the neck, and pops inside of the head. Your
face pokes out of the opening, and your entire body feels very
constricted inside of the toon suit.
"Wow, I was wrong about this body. It is HOT!" she laughs as she starts
zipping the suit up. You gasp and wheeze, the already tight skin becoming
even tighter as the zipper closes. With a strong tug, she manages to
close the suit, the enormous animated breasts jiggle bounce with every
panicked breath you take.
"We shouldn't let a work of art like that go to waste." She smiles,
grabbing your ass. She pulls on it, which causes the skin and fat to
stretch out, the sound rubber stretching fills the air. The cartoon flesh
feels as if it were a suction cup, you feel the grasp of it against your
own skin as she pulls on it. She lets go, and the skin snaps back into
place, the impact sending the toon skin jiggling and quivering like
crazy. You feel like you're inside of a waterbed, and you have no control
over the empty cartoon arms and legs hanging from you.
"OK..." you gasp, watching your breasts slowly come to a rest. "OK, I'm
sorry! I'm sorry I drew this for you! I've learned my lesson! Please
unzip me!"
"Unzip you? Alright, if you insist!"
She quickly pulls you on your side, and begins erasing the zipper from
your back. It takes you a moment to realize what she's doing, and when
you do, you squirm and shake your head as best as you can, but the best
you can do is whip your long hair around, and she has no problem getting
rid of the opening. Putting you on your back again, she grabs your head
firmly and quickly starts shading around the perimeter of your face, the
strokes of the pencil adding a layer of color that binds the skin of the
suit to your face, which removes the chance of escaping through the
suit's face hole. Unless she decides to give you another zipper, you're
trapped like this.
"Now, a few things before I leave you. First..." She quickly draws a
reasonable outfit on herself - a sundress and flip flops. "There!
Next..."
She bends down and quickly flicks the pencil around your face, her hand
becoming a toon blur as she does so. You feel your skin being pulled this
way and that, and her smile grows bigger as she works. She stops, quickly
sketches a mirror into existence, and shoves it in front of you. You
scream at the sight of your new makeover, huge lashes are attached to
your bright blue eyelids, your eyebrows are high penciled in arches, your
lips are plump and a dark glossy red, and a multitude of colors make up
your smoky eyeshadow. What's strange about her makeup job - she didn't
use toon colors, she used realistic shading to make it look like you're
wearing real makeup.
"I didn't want to COMPLETELY bury you in that toon body," she says,
twirling the pencil in her fingers. "I think people should know the
artist behind such an amazingly sexy creation!"
People will definitely know who you are, as the makeup is flawless, yet
is placed over your own face. You look like a bizarre cartoon-human drag
queen hybrid. Anyone who knows you will recognize your brightly made up
face.
"Now where was I? Oh, yes!" She draws up a large syringe full of fluid,
and writes "INSTA-ARMS" on the side of it. "I can't leave you stranded
like this, how else would you be able to show off your new look?" She
plunges the needle into each of your arms and legs, injecting a bit of
the solution each time. "I drew this special for you, you should be able
to use those pretty arms and legs in a good ten minutes or so!"
You're growing faint at the terror running through your body. How long
was she going to draw this weird punishment out! You need to get that
pencil back...
"And now, the grand finale!" She smiles, snapping the eraser off the
pencil. She sketches a realistic, generic looking rocket all around it,
burying it deep inside. "I'm VERY confident in my artistic abilities, so
I won't be needing this."
She winds up like a major league pitcher and launches the rocket - which
flies like a bullet through the sky and over the horizon. You have
finally had enough, and start screaming and yelling at the top of your
lungs.
"YOU BITCH! I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU!"
She smirks. "I knew you didn't learn anything. Have fun with your
makeover, doll! Be sure to say hi to all the boys for me! I'm sure you
won't have a problem drawing a crowd!"
It takes her a matter of seconds to draw up a car, which she hops in and
drives away, waving to you as she does so. She speeds out of sight, and
the longest ten minutes of your life tick by as you lay on the ground in
the tight, thick toon skin. Suddenly, the arms and the legs of the suit
twitch, and you suddenly have feeling inside of them. You kick your
heeled feet around and flail your arms, and manage to roll yourself over
on your giant tits. They bounce you up and down, turning your face red
under your pretty makeup. With a lot of effort, you manage to stand up
straight, the heavy breasts and ass are bouncing around within the
confines of the cartoon goth outfit, the big hair spilling all over your
deliciously curvy cartoon skin.
The first thing you do is flip your hair out of the way so you can search
for any sign of the zipper. All you feel is soft skin and the top of your
corset top - she has definitely gotten rid of the exit. You grab the skin
around your face and pull at it, the best you can do is stretch it out a
foot in either direction, and have it painfully snap back into place when
you let go. Your hands shake in fear as they grab the gigantic set of
cartoon breasts trembling and quivering in front of you, you grab one of
them and twist and pull, yanking as hard as you can. Just like the rest
of the toon suit, it snaps back and successfully knocks you off your
heels with its momentum and weight. You comically land on your huge ass,
which bounces you back onto your feet. You stumble and regain your
balance, brushing the big toon hair out of your face constantly.
A sinking feeling fills your stomach as you try to pull the corset off,
which you hope will allow you to breath a little easier. No matter how
hard you pull at the laces or the trim, it won't budge from your body.
The same goes for the boots - they resist any attempt at being
unzippered, and the skirt clings and stretches from your waist as you
pull at it. You weren't thinking about the outfit being removable while
you drew it, and accidentally made it a part of the girl's body. Now
you're stuck with it.
Not wanting anyone to see your bizarre predicament, you start heading
home, teetering back and forth in your heels, feeling several pounds of
jelly-like flesh swaying and bouncing all around you, clinging and
pulling on your real skin underneath. You pull the bright toon hair
around your face in an attempt to hide it, and realize there's no point -
people are going to stop and stare at what appears to be a real life
cartoon, whether your face is showing or not.
Since you managed to stick to the alleys, no one saw your ridiculous
situation as you made your way home. You forgot to lock the door, which
lets a sigh of relief come out of your thick juicy lips. You carefully
step into your house, trying not to fall over, and close the door,
locking it.
A few moments pass, and you decide its time to see the full extent of
your situation. You head to the bathroom, walk in, and scream at what you
see. Sure enough, there's your heavily made up face sitting atop a
cartoon body, exploding with huge breasts and curves, dressed in a skimpy
gothic outfit. The huge blonde hair surrounding your head makes your face
look tiny in comparison, the effect of which is doubled by the giant
mountains of flesh sticking out from your chest.
Thinking that maybe the pencil can be washed away, you turn the faucet on
and start lathering your arms up with soap. You scrub and scrub, but the
cartoon skin remains unsmudged. You figure you can at least rid yourself
of the real makeup she's given you, so you lather your face up much as
possible, rinse it, blindly grab a towel and dry yourself, and look in
the mirror to see the makeup hasn't budged. You scrub again with the
towel, but not a bit of paint has come off - she didn't put makeup on
you, she actually changed the color of your face to look like that. Your
breathing becomes quicker and quicker, you raise your hands and sink them
into the huge mass of hair surrounding your face. You let out a small
yelp, then a small shout, then a prolonged scream of utter horror and
panic as the gravity of the situation finally hits you.
"No! NO! Oh god NO!"
Again, you try to pry the hair from your head and the toon skin from your
body. The sound of stretching rubber fills your house, along with the
heavy wet smacks as you let it go. You scream in pain each time, but it
doesn't stop you from grabbing another part of your new look and pulling
it out as far as it will go. This goes on for quite some time, until you
collapse on your giant ass, bounce up and down, and eventually come to a
stop. You begin to cry, the tears running down your brightly colored
face, dripping on the huge tits in front of you.
"Oh god..." you mumble, rolling on to your side. You try to get into the
fetal position, but the huge tits make it impossible. You roll around,
the breasts flopping heavily side to side, your eyes staring blankly at
the ceiling.
"Oh god..."
"Oh god..."
"Oh god..."
***
Ever since your meltdown months ago, you've been finding brightly colored
packages arriving at your house, full of food and drink, things you
simply couldn't buy anymore in your new state. You knew that your toon
creation was providing them, allowing you to live our your miserable
existence inside of the sexy toon skin you'd created. You reluctantly ate
them, some strange force kept you going, a glimmer of hope remained that
she would return and free you from your fleshy prison. No matter where
you were in the house, how you sat or how you lay down, you simply
couldn't get used to the toon skin. The heavy flesh made it hard to do
anything, and the giant tits and bright hair was always somewhere in your
vision.
Today, your package arrived in a strange box. Just like your body, it
appears animated, colors swirling around within its outlines. You quickly
bring it into the house, swishing your way to the kitchen table, and set
it down. Your hands tremble as you open it up, and you jolt back in shock
at what you saw.
Staring back at you is a face. A cartoon face, belonging to a beautiful
yet exaggerated woman, looking almost identical to the face you had
originally given the girl. The makeup is bright and the eyes are huge,
bright blue and framed with thick eyeliner and huge lashes. You lift the
fleshy mask out of the box, inspect it, and notice dozens of tiny glowing
needles on the back of it. A note is open at the bottom of the box.
"Hello, 'Master',
I can't thank you enough for bringing me into this world - there are so
many things to see and do! I've designed a whole line of amazing fashions
that I plan on showing at Fashion Week! Little ol' me on the runway, I'm
going to be busy creating things for quite some time, considering we
toons never age ;)
As for you, I can't help feel bad for the life you've drawn up for
yourself, so I've given you this present - this mask will free you from
that ridiculous body you're still stuck with, just put it on and it'll
take care of everything. I think you've wallowed in your misery for long
enough.
Toodles!
- Penny"
You look at the face again, your chest flutters with excitement. Free?
Free from this body? She's come to her senses, the crazy bitch has come
to her senses! You waste no time at all, quickly turning the mask over
and squishing it against your face, and immediately scream in pain as the
needles burrow themselves into your skin. The edge of the mask sticks to
the toon flesh around your face, and quickly blends in, completely
covering any remaining exposed skin you have. You stumble back,
completely blinded by the mask, and try pulling the burning skin from
your face. No such luck - you are quite familiar with the sound and
sensation of toon flesh being stretched, as well as the hard smack as you
let it go. The mask burns, the pain building, and you let a muffled cry
out from underneath the closed mouth - the pain has begun to spread, down
your neck and over your chest, back, and waist. You trip and almost fall
as you stagger around the kitchen, knocking over the table, frantically
flailing your arms out to grab a hold of something.
Then, as suddenly as it began, the pain stops, and is replaced with an
overwhelming barrage of sensations. Light suddenly makes its way into
your eyes again, and you squint and blink as they adjust to the
brightness of it. The thick jiggling constrictive suit suddenly feels as
if has been pulled from your body, and you find yourself being hit with
the cool air of the kitchen for the first time in months.
The problem is, the sensations are coming directly from the toon skin,
which you quickly grab a hold of in shock. Your fingernails return
sensation as you pinch the huge tits, and you step back, feeling for the
first time your huge ass squishing against the wall. You can feel every
single part of the toon body now, which sends your mind into a tailspin.
"No..." you whisper, hearing for the first time a sultry female voice
coming from your lips. A hand goes over your mouth as you run to the
bathroom, feeling every bit of the swaying and bouncing the toon curves
give with each step. You quickly turn the corner into the bathroom, and
see, with toon eyes, your completely cartoon body staring back at you.
You gasp, and scream when you see your expressions being conveyed through
the toon face. You quickly start pinching and picking at where you think
the toon mask's edge was, but there is no seam to be found - your skin
was flawless and sensitive, as if you were drawn that way.
Remembering the note was the last thing you did before letting out an
ungodly female scream. "Free you from that ridiculous body"... which you
now know referred to the flesh and blood part of you. You grit your new
teeth as you pull and push at your breasts, desperately trying to feel
your human chest underneath all of the toon femininity, but the only
thing you manage to do is feel what it is like to have your permanent,
massive breasts groped for the first time.
Something in your mind snaps, you run back to the kitchen and grab the
first knife you can find. You don't want that crazy toon bitch to have
the satisfaction of forcing you into this personal hell, so you stab the
knife as hard as you can into your arm. The knife digs in deep,
stretching and pulling your skin like putty, then bounces back out with a
loud SPROING! You freeze, staring at your unmarked skin, then try again,
this time plunging the knife into your chest. The knife sinks deep into
your breasts, then shoots out again at a lightning fast speed, flying out
the window. Your chest wiggles and shakes, then settles to normal, and
everything is quiet again.
Putting your hands to your face, you fall to the floor, collapsing in a
heap. You stare at the note on the floor for a long, long time. The one
part you read over, and over, and over again, while you shake with horror
under your big immaculate head of hair:
"We toons never age ;)"
Elissa
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