The Theory Of Toon Physics free porn video

The Theory of Toon Physics By: Lyrissa "And that, ladies and gentlemen, concludes today's lecture. I know that maybe about half of you were even listening and of those maybe fifty percent understood what I said, but the exam is next week nevertheless," Professor Brown said to the class at large. There was a subdued groaning and mumbling among the students as they started gathering up their phones, pads, sketchbooks and whatever else they had scattered around their seat during the nearly 2-hour class. The neatly dressed form of Professor Brown regarded the youngsters with the same utterly smug, self-confident grin he always had during lectures. He pushed a button on his laptop and the pale, flickering computer projection on the large white canvas in front of the classroom winked out. The lights slowly came on, and Brown walked back and forth along the old wooden desk that served as his fortress during lectures. The students were arrayed in the four long, arcing rows of seats that formed a small amphitheatre shape and were already in the process of stretching and yawning. The sun had already begun settling outside the high-set windows of the classroom and now there was only dusk outside. "I suggest you review the chapters in the textbook about thermodynamics especially closely. This is the very basis of our reality, ladies and gentlemen. And I'll see you all same time tomorrow. Even though it's Friday doesn't mean it's time to slack off." A few students managed a half-hearted, "Yes Professor." Professor Arthur Brown was the self-proclaimed top dog of the natural sciences department at the university, and he had gotten where he was in life with a sharp mind, a go-getter attitude and by ruthless self- aggrandizement. In his mind the universe revolved around those who could explain it to what he called the 'peasants', and that was a mission he had taken to with uncommon zeal. While doubtlessly Brown was a brilliant scientist in his own right, he paled next to many of the brighter lights among the faculty, but made up for it by being much more willing to step over bodies to reach his goals. When it came to acquiring funding, securing grants or just getting his physics departments the biggest headlines, Brown was a true master. Strangely, this exaggerated personality seemed to enhance Brown's rather unassuming physical appearance as well. He was of average height and build for a man in his 40s, with neatly cropped combed back black hair which was slowly turning grey at the temples. He wore a pair of designer glasses that he sometimes took off and used as tools to gesticulate, revealing his muddy brown eyes. He had a moderately handsome face with a narrow nose and well-defined cheekbones, and usually kept himself clean-shaven and wearing whatever he thought would make him look fashionable. And in some regards this attempt to make himself more attractive than he was also worked. "Test is next Wednesday, miss Sanchez," he said at a young woman who tried to slink past without catching his gaze. "Mister North, if you had been any more absent during the lecture you would have created a vacuum." The students mostly tried to avoid the Professor as much as they could, picking one of the two exits on opposite sides of the podium and hoping that he was too busy paying attention to the other side to notice them. It wasn't that Brown was a nasty man to his students. He wanted everyone to learn and see the world as he did. However he demanded the same focus and severity that he himself displayed, which made him seem quite ruthless as a teacher. His lectures had long ago become the stuff of legends not just on campus but in the whole county, as Brown often did guest lectures for the general public and even sometimes attended events when he felt it was good for his image. "Next Wednesday. Read the whole chapter until you know it forwards and backwards!" he snapped after a pair of frightened-looking female students who hurried towards the door as if they were being chased. The auditorium was emptying quickly as the students fled into the late afternoon sun, and Brown was regarding the retreating backs of the last of them when he suddenly realized he wasn't alone. "Professor, this lecture was just sublime," said a soft, melodic voice behind him and Brown spun around where he stood. The Professor found himself face to face with one of the prettiest students he had ever had the pleasure of ogling during his career. He had to fish around briefly in his neatly organized mind before he recalled her name, but it came back to him quickly enough. Angela Farnham, an appropriate name for such an angelic creature. She had slender limbs and ample curves, with a hefty bosom and wide hips covered in creamy skin which seemed entirely free of blemishes or imperfections. Her long hair (which she normally wore in a long braid down her back) was the color of ripe wheat and looked like spun gold and her sparkling blue eyes were the color of the summer sky. She had perfect pillowy red lips, a pert nose and an elegant, refined face that seemed to belong on a classic statue. She moved softly and gracefully, and always wore clothing that perfectly accentuated her body. Today she was dressed in a white top with a short jacket over it, a very tight pale blue skirt which reached down to mid thigh and a pair of fashionable white high-heeled boots. "Ah, miss Farnham. What can I do for you?" the Professor said, trying to keep his voice under control. Angela emitted the cutest little giggle that Brown had ever heard, and blushed ever so slightly as she cast her eyes downwards. "Well, I was just wondering... I mean I have paid attention to the lectures, sir. But I've had so much on my mind lately, with my mom being sick and all..." "Ah yes, how is she doing?" the Professor asked, hoping that the girl couldn't tell just how little he knew what she was talking about. "Much better, sir. She has such high hopes for me, and I don't want to disappoint her." "Of course you don't," Brown said with a wide grin, his gaze involuntarily drawn to Angela's breasts as they were slightly squished together by her top. "And I'm sure you'll manage." Angela seemed a little put off by the comment, taking a deep breath and letting her shoulders slump. "Y-yes, I'm trying my best, sir. But I was thinking, maybe... you could give me some help with some of the bits that are really hard?" If Professor Brown had not possessed such a finely-honed self-control he might have jumped at the suggestion. As it were, he felt his heart flutter for a moment as he regarded the bashful, lovely creature in front of him who was asking him for private time. That was the third side to the Professor and the one that had never leaked out to the public. His narcissicism had made him believe that every woman in the world would be attracted to him. Not many women seemed to share that opinion of him and he rarely displayed it openly since it would be bad form to be seen with a student, but secretly Arthur Brown thought that if he just put some energy into it he could score with any woman on campus. And occasionally this ruthless self-promotion had actually paid off, though such relations always ended abruptly. "Oh, I think we can arrange something, Miss Farnham. May I call you Angela?" She nodded, still looking deeply morose. "Oh Angela, please. That kind of moping doesn't become a beauty such as you. Follow me to my office and I will show you just how fantastic science can be. The wonders of the universe are at our fingertips, Angela! All you need is the proper mindset to unlock them!" The girl seemed slightly soothed by this and turned her face up again, smiling bravely. "Oh Professor, thank you so much! I'm sure with your help I'll manage my grades!" "I'm sure you will, my dear," said Brown as he walked over to pick up his jacket. "I can teach you so much." *** As Angela and Professor Brown walked along the neatly tiled path towards the faculty building where Brown had his office, he absentmindedly listened to the girl talk about her life. He had spoken with her quite a few times before, as he had quickly singled her out as the most attractive girl in her whole class and she displayed an enthusiasm to learn and listen which not many students possessed. She didn't have the brains to actually become a physicist of course. Brown knew from the first moment he talked with her that she would ultimately fail his classes. But that didn't mean he couldn't exploit her eagerness to try and pass for his own gain. "-and ever since dad died, mom has been so supportive and she loves the idea of me getting a degree-" Angela said, and Brown nodded briefly to show that he was still listening to her. Mostly he was quietly checking out her lovely body as she walked, of course. Watching the blonde girl in motion was so much better than just looking at her while she was sitting at a bench scribbling notes. The Professor's brain was only vaguely registering what the girl was saying, something about she and her mom having a very tight bond and her brother being a star pupil in his field or something similar mundane. Brown filed away a few of what seemed like more important facts for the purpose of future conversation, and quickly forgot the rest. The air was still warm and the Professor was thankful since it meant Angela could walk around comfortably in such flattering clothing. "Ah, here we are then," he said and quickly swiped his clearance card to unlock the door into the physics faculty. Angela followed him into the building and up a couple of flights of stone stairs into the upper levels, and he guided her towards his office while carefully avoiding any other staff members who were still at work this late in the afternoon. Brown had no idea if anything was going to happen, but if it did he would still rather have no witnesses. As he looked at Angela's well-shaped rump as she walked ahead of him, he found the passionate side of him flaring up. When they arrived he unlocked the door to his office and let the young woman in, flicking the light switch on and closing and locking the door behind him. While she took her jacket off and hung it on a hook, he walked over to the large windows on the other side of the office and started closing the blinds. "Make yourself at home Angela," he said over his shoulder. Brown's office was on the top floor of the Physics building with a large panoramic window overlooking the campus grounds. He had furnished it with a number of large bookshelves overstocked with textbooks and journals, a large imposing desk at which he could receive visitors or sternly lecture subordinates and many prizes and diplomas that he had obtained during his academic career. The place was slightly messy, with stacks of papers and books sometimes scattered on the floor or on chairs, and the few potted plants in the window seemed rather miserable. The only real decorations to the room other than the awards were some very old paintings of famous scientists or locations which had been there when Brown moved in and he didn't have permission to remove. While Angela wandered around, admiring examining the diplomas and seeming very impressed by the office, he made sure the blinds were all closed to avoid anyone passing by below catching a glimpse of something they shouldn't. "Wow, you've won so many things!" Angela said and clapped her hands together while scrutinizing a large golden award shaped like a stylized atom. "We're so lucky to have you as a teacher, sir!" "Now now Angela, flattery will get you everywhere," the Professor said as he hung up his coat and walked over to his desk to peer at his student. She flitted around the office for almost a minute without saying much with Brown watching her with a quiet grin on his face, but eventually he felt compelled to remind her of why she'd asked him to come up here. "Right, so you said you wanted help with some of the concepts behind the exam?" Angela turned around and a faint red blush spread across her pale cheeks. "Oh right! Sorry. Yes there are some things I'm having a bit of trouble with." The Professor pulled one of the spare chairs over to his desk and offered it to his student, who gratefully sat down and crossed her legs. Brown sat down behind the desk and leaned back. "Now ask away. You have the greatest physicist in the state at your disposal!" Angela looked bashful for a few moments and squirmed a little in her chair before she spoke. "Well I think I just have a little bit of trouble with the whole thing, honestly. The fundamentals and such. My mom really loved that talk you held about thermodynamics and the universe-" "Why thank you, I feel it was rather successful." "-but I don't really understand the whole thing. I mean, all these laws of physics and math and such and yet there's still things we can't explain in the universe." The Professor quirked an eyebrow. He had been prepared for the young woman to ask him about the specifics of quantum theory or some application of relativity, not something this odd. "Uh, what do you mean by that, my dear?" Angela looked up and smiled a faint smile, and Brown felt himself lost in those beautiful blue eyes. "Well you keep saying that everything can be explained by logic and reason and that science gives us the tools to master the universe." The Professor nodded in passionate agreement to this. "But sometimes things happen that just can't be explained by science. Weird stuff!" Brown's face settled into a displeased frown. He had really expected more of such a bright student. "Angela, my dear, there isn't anything out there that science cannot explain. If something appears to be... 'weird' as you say, it's just because we don't have enough data or because science hasn't caught up yet. We are constantly refining our understanding of-" "Oh, but that's not how it is!" Angela said, stirring in her seat. "Sometimes things are just like... totally whacky. People see ghosts, or frogs fall from the sky, or things appear out of nowhere." "Angela, I took you up here to talk about physics, not blather about nonsense," the Professor said, leaning back in his chair with a dark expression. "I agreed to help you to get ready for your test, so if you have any questions relevant to the exam, please ask them." "Oh, sorry Professor," Angela said, looking bashful. "I didn't know you got so offended by things you can't explain." The Professor rose from his chair so violently it topped over and dislodged some papers from the desk. His face was twisted into a look of distaste and he jabbed a finger at the young woman. "Look here miss Farnham, that's quite enough. You are a clever girl; you should not be buying into this superstitious nonsense. Our rational minds allow us to explain the universe and see past the smoke and mirrors of make-believe and fantasy!" "Excuse me, but it's not make-believe, mister!" Angela said, rising to her feet. "I watched a ton of cartoons as a little girl, and in those they could do pretty much anything! What's to say that can't happen in the real world?" Brown sputtered and his glasses almost fell off his face as he tried to formulate an angry response. "Cartoons? Cartoons? Why are you bringing up such drivel? No wonder you're having trouble with my classes! Your mind is filled with nonsense! You can't even formulate a stringent argument! I suggest you get your head on straight, miss Farnham, or you will be failing this class very hard." Angela grew a little pale and huffed a little, but after a few tense moments where teacher and student just stared at each other her expression softened and a faint smile spread across her lips. The Professor wasn't sure how to react to this sudden change in demeanor, and was even less so when the pretty young blonde slowly circled his desk and walked up to him. She leaned in a little towards him, close enough that he could smell her perfume and felt the heat of her limber young body. His heart was beating faster and his anger was quickly transitioning into something very different. "I wonder what I could do to convince you, sir," she said, her voice little more than a throaty whisper. "I'll do whatever you want." "Miss Fa- Angela, what are you-" the Professor stammered. He was quite taken aback by the rapid change in attitude from his young student, but he didn't step back or turn her away. While he was still annoyed at her for her odd outburst, he couldn't deny how lovely she looked. "My dear, I'm not sure this is the time or place. Maybe I can take you out to dinner sometime?" She smiled sweetly at him, stroking one soft palm along his chin. "Oh sir, my mom would never approve of me going on a date with an older man. But I've found you very attractive ever since I first saw you. There's something so sexy about a brainy man." Brown was now sweating a bit and he felt his pants grow tight. "I like to think I take good care of myself," he said with a grin, his anger now fully dissipated. "What did you have in mind, Angela?" "Well," she said softly "I thought maybe this would help convince you..." And she leaned in to plant a kiss on his lips. He blinked at her a few times, then pulled her back in and kissed her again. His hands reached around her supple young body and brushed against her pert butt, and he couldn't believe his luck. He gently pulled her in a little closer, just so he could feel the faint push of her breasts through the fabric of their clothes. He planted a kiss on her cheek and gazed into those lovely blue eyes. Her bright smile made his cynical heart flutter, even if it was just with base lust. "Well?" she whispered into his ear, her breath hot on his skin. "Well what?" he asked and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her body against his. "Does this convince you that the universe operates in strange and mysterious ways?" she asked with a giggle, nuzzling his cheek with her nose. "I don't understand wh-" "If a cute, smart girl like me can fall for a boring old lecherous goat like you, isn't that proof that there's something more to life than math and physics?" Angela said with a delighted chuckle. "What? Is this some kind of jo-" Brown began but broke off as Angela gracefully pulled away and danced between the desk and chairs, twirling. "Oh Professor," she said in a sing-song voice, "if only you could see things differently. There's so much more to life than textbooks and equations, and I just want you to admit it. I know you have secret fantasies that you've never told anyone about!" The Professor blinked and walked around the desk, feeling his arousal become mixed with displeasure at the childish nonsense and surprise at Angela's bold statements. With a skip and a leap the young woman leapt up on top of one of the short, stocky shelves next to the window, kicking over a stack of books and scattering scientific journals across the floor. "Hey! This has gone far enough! I want you out of my office!" the Professor shouted indignantly. "Oh what's the matter, Prof? Is this too wild for you? Too off the wall? Too whacky? What else could convince you, hmm? What if..." Angela leapt off the shelf like a ballerina, landing on one foot and immediately skipping forward, vanishing behind one of the taller bookshelves at the back which held most of Professor Brown's personal collection. She emerged on the other side just as quickly as she'd vanished, but to the Professor's utter astonishment she was now dressed differently. Instead of the cute blue skirt and white blouse combination she had worn when vanishing she was now dressed in a pair of very tight black pants and a crop top that clung to her breasts and showed off a hint of nipple. She had a pair of thigh-high stiletto boots and a pair of elbow length black latex gloves, and her hair was set up in a long ponytail. Brown's eyes bulged as if they were about to pop from their sockets and he suddenly felt the hardness in his pants grow almost painful. As she approached him, hips swaying as she took each step in her tall heels, he shuffled backwards. She came in close and poked him gently, causing him to sit down in his chair like an obedient puppy. "You've been dreaming of having a cute girl dress up for you and tie you up," said Angela and leaned in close so that he was staring straight at her cleavage. "But you're too afraid to risk your to realize that fantasy." He couldn't have replied even if he wanted to as his throat was utterly dry. Sweat poured down his forehead and his mind fervently tried to make sense of what was happening. The girl seemed almost deranged, vacillating between different moods as if this was all one big joke at his expense. "You just want a girl who's a little bit... naughty," the young dominatrix said, pulling a pair of handcuffs out from behind her back and dangling them in front of Brown's face. His eyes followed the shiny metal of the cuffs as they swung back and forth in front of his flushed face, clinking softly. With a smug grin she leaned down and slapped one of the loops around the Professor's wrist, securing it with a snap. Then she locked the other cuff to the armrest of the chair. The Professor was far too distracted to even protest. "Oh Professor. I really have followed your lectures with interest," she cooed. "All your talk about logic and reason... and talking trash about anything resembling imagination and fantasy. I must admit it raised my heckles a little bit. The fact that you're a lecherous old dog really doesn't help your case either." "A-Angela..." he stammered, helplessly rustling his hand against the cuff. She danced away from him with each step landing perfectly despite her stiletto heels. "As I said, you should have known this was too good to be true! Cute little Angela and her likeable backstory and big blue doe eyes taking interest in you? Hah!" "What are you talking about? Is this some kind of prank? Did someone put you up to this? Is.. is there a camera?" the Professor blurted in a panic. Angela burst out into a pearly laughter. "The big bad physicist is coming all undone! Isn't this what you wanted, Arthur? You're tied down and being controlled by a cute girl. Want to call me mistress, Arthur? Or..." The black-clad blonde dived down behind the desk, her ponytail vanishing beneath the edge. Brown edged the chair closer to see what was going on, but as soon as he moved an inch forward, Angela burst back into view. He stared wildly at her, not believing what he saw. Instead of the tight-fitting dominatrix gear she had just been sporting, the young woman was now dressed in a Brazilian carnival outfit consisting of a sequined white bikini, a pair of strappy blue high heels and a huge feathered back piece in all the colors of the rainbow. He couldn't help but find her immensely sexy, but his rational mind was desperately trying to grasp at straws to explain her quick changes. "...maybe you'd want something a little more exotic?" she said, turning around to wiggle her bikini-clad butt at him, causing the plumes on her costume to rustle loudly. "Now do you believe me, Prof?" "H-how?" he muttered. He tried to think of some way... any way he could explain what was happening, but for the first time in his life he couldn't think of anything. His sense of smug superiority was crumbling like a sandcastle in the approaching tide. "How? Why it's easy!" Angela said, striking a sensual pose. "You just have to know where to... tug..." and with that she reached behind her back and unfastened her top, slipping out of it, "and where to pull..." and she reached down to shimmy her bikini bottom down her thighs. "Life becomes easy when you know how to manipulate things," she said with a wink and kicked off her shoes. "And soon enough you are liberated from the bonds of what you think of as reality." And with a final tug she dropped the last of her samba outfit to the floor, standing fully naked in front of the Professor and giving him an eyeful of her beautiful lily-white body. He had dreamed about a moment like this, and yet the strangeness of the situation was dampening his excitement a little. Brown tried to formulate a response, but only inarticulate mumbling came out of his throat. His pants were like a tent now, and Angela definitely noticed. She grinned and did a little dance, sensuously twisting like a snake and shaking her assets. The Professor felt the blood rush in his ears and gasped for breath. He didn't care anymore if he was being pranked, nor was he trying to think rationally. "But you're still not convinced. You're just thinking with the little Professor. I know how to finally show you what I mean, however. Feel my hair, please, and run your hand over my neck." The lovely naked girl sauntered over to the Professor's chair, taking long strides over the littered floor without any shame about how much her body she was showing off. She turned around and squatted down right in front of where Brown was sitting, letting his free hand touch her. He blinked in surprise but reached out and ran his fingers through the soft, silky waterfall of her blonde hair, then carefully brushed it over her shoulder and ran his sweaty palm down the creamy skin of her neck. "Did you feel anything strange?" she whispered, slowly turning around as he finished. The trapped man shook his head. "No little hint of looseness from my hair? A little bump on my back?" the girl asked, rising up so that he was staring straight at her nude torso. He shook his head again. "Then how... would you explain... this?" Angela inquired. The lovely young woman reached up and gathered her long blonde hair up in her slender hands, gathering up any loose strands. Then she simply tugged her whole hair free from her scalp. "W-WHAT?" Brown shouted as she showed him the now obvious wig. "No... no it can't be." "Are you sure?" Angela said with a wide smile and reached one hand into her mouth. When it came out it was holding a pair of false gums containing Angela's perfect pearly white teeth. She dropped them on the surface of the desk with a nonchalant gesture and then leaned in to let the trapped man get a better look at her mouth. Instead of the girl's row of well-brushed teeth she now had a grin filled with pointy, broad teeth which didn't look like they even belonged to a human. The Professor yelped in shock and pushed away from the girl, crashing his chair into the side of the shuttered panoramic window. As she stared, Angela stretched up to her full height again with that feral grin fixed on her pretty face. "Sheesh, it feels good to get those out after all this time," she said in a voice that just didn't sound right in his ears anymore. "I think we're intimate enough for me not to need this anymore, don't you Prof?" And she reached her hands behind her neck and fiddled around for something, and suddenly Brown heard a loud 'ZZZZZIP' noise. And then Angela Farnham's beautiful face collapsed forward like an empty shell. Her creamy white body suddenly deformed, becoming loose and rubbery and fake-looking as it split open along the back and fell forward. A tall, lean shape emerged as Angela's skin fell away, a pair of slippery breast forms flopping out of the empty sacks of the bodysuit's bosom and landing on the floor. The hips of the skinsuit became loose and floppy and the figure reached down to tug Angela's leg off as one might do with a pair of tight pantyhose. Soon the empty skin of the pretty girl was tossed onto the surface of the desk with a rubbery squeak and the flaccid face stared up at Brown with empty eye sockets. He gasped and stared back at the figure that had emerged from the skin of his student and couldn't believe what he saw. There was a wolf standing in Angela's place. However as strange as that was it wasn't even a regular wolf. It had a rich coat made up from different shades of gray, a floofy tail, pointy ears and a muzzled face with a dark markings on it. However the creature was clearly not a real animal, instead resembling something like a character from an animated movie. He was anthropomorphic and stood casually on a pair of human- like rear legs, but his feet were like paws and tipped with sharp claws, and the bushy tail wagging behind him was far too realistic to be a prop. If this was someone in a costume, the Professor had no idea how it had been made. "Y-you're a... a..." the Professor stammered. "Cartoon? Yes I am one, thanks for asking. Though 'Toon' is probably shorter," the wolf said. Brown stared back and forth between the wolf and the girl skin laying in a heap on his desk. The wolf stuck out against the drab surroundings of Brown's office like a sore thumb. Brown's eyes involuntarily drifted down to the wolf-man's groin, and he quickly noticed another detail where the creature was different from your average children's cartoon. A thick shaft hung from his groin, halfway erect. The wolf grinned at the human and rubbed one clawed hand through Brown's hair. "I gotta say, Prof, while that disguise was really fun it got a bit tight and cramped in there and I was sweating like a hog. Good to let it all hang out again!" "W-wha... what the HELL?" the Professor finally managed to sputter. "Language! Language! I thought you were supposed to be eloquent!" the wolf said, walking over and casually slapping a strip of sticky tape over the Professor's mouth. As the human struggled to peel it back off, the wolf spun around and sauntered around the office as if he owned the place. "Now I know what you're thinking. 'Who is that handsome devil of a wolf and why have I been blessed by a visit from him, boring human that I am?' Well Prof, you just happen to be lucky!" Brown tugged at the tape with his free hand and felt it catch onto some hairs on his chin, making him yelp in pain. The wolf nonchalantly walked over to the window, apparently totally casual about being naked. "We Toons keep an eye on human affairs, though we try not to mess with you too much. But you, Prof, have been such an annoyance to us that I decided to pop over and give you a little bit of an eye-opener. You see, being a lecherous goat that lusts after young women in his class is one thing. Being an egomaniac who believes he's the most amazing man ever because he's good at math is one thing. But talking trash about cartoons? That's where I draw the line!" As the wolf finished the Professor managed to finally tear the tape free from his mouth with a loud yelp. The wolf shrugged and turned around dramatically, walking in front of the human in a manner mocking the way Brown strutted around during a lecture. "You see, being a cartoon is hard work. We make you guys laugh, make you cry, that whole thing. But these days people are so caught up with rationality and logic and other stuff that you don't even understand good Toon physics when you see them. A lot of people like yourself have become so brainwashed by logic that you don't even acknowledge that Toons exist. You shut us out of your brains and pretend we're just make-believe! After all these years, the least we could get is a little respect, you know? And blowhards like you make it real difficult." Brown shuddered in the chair, struggling against the handcuff. "You... you're not real. None of this is happening. Angela... drugged me. Yes, that's it. I'm hallucinating..." The wolf rolled his eyes and swaggered over to the desk, swiping up the rubbery skinsuit in the process. "I hate to break it to you, Prof, but this is no dream. No imaginary story! This is real! But Angela was far from real." To demonstrate he held the bodysuit of the human girl up in front of the Professor, who grew pale as he regarded the empty, wrinkled features of the student he'd lusted after. "...this isn't real. It's all a trick. It can't be happening..." he mumbled to himself repeatedly, like a mantra. "Ugh, there you go again. Can't can't can't. It's always impossible or goes against the laws of physics or whatever. Well mister, I've got news for you! Regular physics are one thing, but Toon physics... that's something totally different!" the wolf said as he tossed the Angela skinsuit on the floor and walked over to the blinds covering the panoramic window. "For example, you know it's evening. Your lecture ended at five and then you messed around with Angela for a bit as it was getting dark. Right?" The Professor nodded mutely, not sure where his outlandish guest was going with this. "Well, that's your 'logical' way of looking at it. By Toon physics, whatever is outside that window depends on what would be most funny. For example..." The wolf grabbed the handle and turned it, opening the blinds and letting a shower of golden sunlight into the Professor's office. The sun shone from a bright blue sky with only a few wisps of white clouds and outside students were sitting on the green grass having lunch. Brown's eyes bulged out again, and the wolf closed the blinds again with a chuckle. He turned the handle again, and the blinds opened to reveal a late afternoon sky which was getting dark. The campus grounds seemed mostly empty. "That's-" the Professor began. "Impossible, yes I know," the wolf said and rolled his eyes. "You're still just stuck in your little brainbox where everything has to follow your fancy human science-rules. I'm sure you'll also say it's impossible for me to do this!" With that the wolf closed the blinds again and then did a somersault in the air, landing feet-first on the ceiling where he clung upside-down like a fly. The Professor stared and stared and was even more perturbed by the fact that the tail and mane of the wolf seemed to act as if he was standing on the floor. It actually made Brown's head swim a bit with vertigo as he suddenly wondered if HE was on the ceiling and the wolf was below him, and he had to close his eyes for a moment. Meanwhile the wolf just strolled around as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on, circling the central lamp and ducking to avoid hitting his head on any furniture. "You see, Toon physics supersede your regular physics. We respect your rules because otherwise you humans would go nuts, and we don't actually want that. But in cases like you I'm prepared to make an example. Toon physics aren't about what's logical, they are about what's funny or interesting. They're about imagination. But you wouldn't know about that now, would you, Prof?" The wolf grinned down at him and Professor Brown managed to get out of the chair, knocking it to the side and standing up despite still being shackled to it. "Now listen here you... you costumed miscreant. I don't know how you're doing this or why, but this... this nonsense has to stop. You're going to come down here and unlock this and let me go, and then maybe I won't call the police!" The wolf stopped in his pacing and regarded the indignant human, rubbing his chin as he met the Professor's gaze with his dark brown eyes. He seemed lost in thought for a few moments, then he snapped his fingers as a bright upside-down light bulb appeared below his head. With an agile somersault he leapt from the ceiling and landed in front of Brown, who found himself uncomfortably close to the naked Toon. The wolf advanced menacingly, looming up over the human. "W-wait. What are you g-going to do?" Brown asked hysterically, stumbling back against the chair. The wolf raised one large paw, claws glistening in the light. Then he reached behind his back and pulled out a large round keyring filled with differently sized and shaped keys. He started flicking through them carefully, licking his lips as he searched for a specific one. Finally content he picked one particular key and inserted it into the handcuff binding Brown to the chair. The cuff clicked open and the Professor withdrew his hand like from a venomous snake and took a quick step away from the wolf-man. Standing up freely, Brown rubbed his wrist and eyed the strange creature warily as he sauntered over to the small closet situated next to the door of the office. "You really are a skeptic, and I guess I can't blame you. But I have an idea on how to make you a believer. You don't believe me when I say I'm a Toon or when you see me using Toon physics, but what if you could see things... from the other side?" The Professor walked closer to the wolf, poking at his fur coat questioningly, looking for signs that he might be a holographic image or a super-advanced costume of some kind. The wolf spun around with a happy smile on his face, displaying his row of sharp teeth. "Let's make a bet, Prof! You spend tomorrow with me and see life from my side of things. If at the end you accept that Toons are real and that there's more to life than what you believed, I win. If you're still a skeptic, you win! What do you say?" "I... uh. I have classes tomorrow, and things to do..." Brown mumbled, not sure where this was going now. "Call in sick! You never call in sick anyway," the wolf said casually. "So let me get this straight," the human said, trying very hard not to look down at the wolf's groin. "If I accept your inane philosophy you win and if I don't I win?" "That's right, Prof!" "And what's the prize?" the man said critically. The Toon pondered for a few moments, tapping one claw against his cheek. Then he snapped his fingers. "The knowledge that you overcame the greatest logic problem of your life and came out on top!" Brown looked doubtful, but little signs of weakening resolve were appearing like cracks in the facade of a crumbling building. His pride was screaming at him to accept this challenge, and the Professor never back down from a public contest. The little voice of caution that warned him that this might be a rash decision was summarily silenced. He held out his hand and the wolf took it and shook it vigorously. "You're on, mister... uh..." "Lupo. Lupo the wolf, at your service," the canine said and performed an ostentatious and exaggerated bow. "Well then mister ... Lupo... how are you suggesting we do this challenge?" Brown said, folding his arms in front of him. "Simple!" Lupo said and spun back to the thin closet. "We'll make you a Toon for a day!" The Professor blinked and wondered if he had misheard. "Excuse me? You'll do what?" "Well, it's simple. You saw the little number that turned me into Angela, didn't you? You never had any idea she was just a suit until I revealed it. We'll get you a similar disguise, but one of a Toon! You'll look and sound like a Toon like you'd been painted that way!" the wolf said energetically. "That's impossible," Brown scoffed. "And where would you get such a 'suit' anyway?" "Well, usually Toons mask as humans but humans never mask as Toons," said Lupo with a wink and ripped the door to the small closet open. "We need to disguise ourselves to fit into your world, but the reverse isn't really true. Besides, not many humans want to try life as a Toon anyway, and many Toons feel it would be embarrassing to allow a human into our ranks. However, this is a special case!" Professor Brown rationally knew what was inside the small wooden cupboard. It's where he kept an extra coat, a few extra shoes and the odd spare shirt just in case he needed to look fresh for a lecture or ceremony. It was just a tiny thing with a small mirror and a few shelves for smaller items like aftershave. But when the door opened that's not what he saw at all. Instead there was a huge walk-in closet behind the door, filled with several rows of costumes on hangers and large floor-length mirrors. A scent of fur and rubber assailed his nose, and he stepped in closer to stare in disbelief. Each costume was neatly hung up and they seemed to depict a plethora of beings ranging from humans to Toons like Lupo. There were human girls, human men, human children, wolves, foxes, bunnies and all sorts of other anthropomorphic creatures that Brown couldn't identify. His jaw fell open as Lupo pushed him aside to start flicking through the hangers and examining each suit. "Handy-dandy way to access my stash, huh?" the wolf asked over his shoulder. "With one of these babies you'll be a Toon in no time, Prof!" "But how... ?" the human asked weakly. "Oh geeze. See, these suits are made by the best Toon artificers out there. They used to be for just playing tricks on other Toons, but when it became more important for us to move around unseen among humans they also started making them to change a Toon into a perfect human. But the reverse also works. We'll put you in a nice Toon suit and you'll become my companion for the day! You'll even get some nice Toon powers... if you can learn how to use them. Which I doubt." "Why so many?" was all that Brown could ask as he watched the wolf search through the dozens of costumes. "Oh well, you never know what you might need do you? One day I need to be that little Angela girl, the next day I might need to be her mother, and the next I might need to be an armadillo guy or a lizard girl. It's just good Toon sense to be prepared!" The wolf went over suit after suit, dismissing them all for some reason or another. At one point he stopped and turned around to regard the Professor critically, sighing dramatically and turning back quickly. "What is it?" the human asked. "Well you're so... human. So boring and whitebread and straightlaced. With a lot of humans you can sort of tell what animal they'd be good as, like with a big beefy boisterous guy he'd be a nice bear for example. Or a little cunning human girl might make a good fox girl. But with you? I'm afraid there's no animal dull enough, so I'm thinking we'll go in the exact opposite direction and make an actually interesting Toon out of you!" Brown walked in closer and tried to sneak a peek over Lupo's shoulder which was quite hard since the Toon was taller than the human. "So, boring academic human... hmm. Maybe the name... Arthur Brown... Brown... a rat? Nah, too unsavoury. Brown... wait. I've got it. Not brown, black!" Lupo dived past the outer row of suits, causing several to fall off their hangers as the large furry body of the wolf dislodged them. He rummaged around in the back row of costumes, and finally a muffled triumphant cheer told his human host that the Toon had found what he was searching for. Lupo emerged from the row of costumes with the tiny suit of a mouse person nestled between his ears like a hat and held a floppy black shape in his paws with a victorious grin. "Here, Prof, this will be perfect for you!" he said, tossing the costume to the human who almost failed to catch it due to how wary he was of the strange suits. Professor Brown held the floppy suit like it would bite him and cautiously tried to unfold it so it dangled from his fingers down to the floor. It had a very strong smell of rubber and fur, and was entirely coated in short black fuzz. The empty head was that of a large feline of some kind and the empty body had the outline of a graceful form. A long tail dangled from the butt of the suit and right above it a long seam with a large zipper ran from the lower back all the way up to the skinsuit's neck. The paws were extremely well-crafted, and Brown turned the suit over to look closer at the front, then blinked and felt his cheeks burn. "W-what is this?" he shouted, holding the bodysuit up and shaking it angrily at Lupo, who was stuffing suits back onto their hangers and shooing the Professor out of the walk-in closet. "Oh that's your Toon suit," the wolf said nonchalantly. "No! I mean yes, I know that! But what are these?" Lupo narrowed his eyes and peeked closer. "Those are boobs, Prof." The Professor was shaking with anger mixed with a bunch of other conflicting emotions. "This so-called suit is a girl suit!" "Nailed it right on the head there. No wonder you're a big-shot Professor," the wolf said, closing the closet door and spinning around to face Brown. "I'm not going to wear this!" Brown howled with a voice close to cracking and flushed cheeks. "Why not?" Lupo asked with a sincere expression. He walked over to where he had dropped the Angela skin earlier and picked it up again, flopping it over one arm and showing it off to the Professor. "You saw how good my disguise was. You couldn't tell I wasn't a human girl in all those weeks I took your classes, did you?" "W-well no, but-" "But what? You're worried that wearing it makes you a weirdo or something? I guess it does, but if you want to take on the challenge of seeing like as a Toon you need to be a Toon yourself. It's just temporary, you can take it off anytime you wish to." "But... this costume is a girl..." the Professor mumbled weakly, staring down at the black skin dangling in his hands. "Yeah, think about that. If someone you know sees you and you're a male Toon with the same voice and style as your human identity they might put two and two together. Would you really want one of your students to know you dress up in a furry costume and run around campus?" Lupo said while carefully folding the Angela skinsuit up. "However... if they see a Toon girl running around NOBODY is going to think 'Oh look that's Professor Brown in a costume' now are they?" The wheels in the Professor's head were churning, with his pride and determination to show Lupo up battling with his sense of modesty and dislike of this whole costume thing. "Also..." Lupo said with a wide grin "wearing one is a total rush. You should try it." The Professor stood there hemming and hawing for a few more moments before sheepishly nodding, his cheeks still blazing red. He held the empty skinsuit over his groin in the hope that Lupo wouldn't notice the bulge in his pants and quietly wondered why his dread about the situation was mixed up with arousal. Seeing the cute girl who had asked him for help unmasking into Lupo had been a shock, but now he was strangely enough getting more used to the situation. He eyed the suit again, noting the generous empty breasts dangling from its chest, the slender waist and wide hips and the now clearly visible feminine curvature of the head. "Come on, Prof. You wanna show me up, right? Get into your suit!" "Alright! Alright. Ehm, how do I...?" the human said, staring at the strange suit. Lupo rolled his eyes and laid the Angela skinsuit down on a chair as he walked over to the Professor. He took the black skin from Brown's hands and roughly shook the suit out so it hung straight with the seam wide open. "Easy, just take your clothes off, get in through here and then pull the zipper shut. This is a standard version where you won't even need the fake gums or wig that I used." "Take my clothes off? B-" "Because that's how it works," the wolf said before Brown could finish his sentence. "Sheesh, you humans and your weird modesty, you think you have anything I haven't seen before? Fine, I'll go behind that shelf and let you get changed if it bothers you so much. Let me know when you're done." And with that the Toon turned on his heel and wandered behind the bookshelf that he had used to quickchange as Angela earlier. Brown heard merry whistling from behind the shelf and quietly wondered what the creature was doing back there, but also decided he didn't really want to know. He stared at the costume again, barely believing that he was being convinced into trying this. Maybe this was the ultimate stage of the prank. Once he put this ridiculous thing on, rather than being transformed into some kind of animal person a crew with a camera would burst in and document his humiliation, with Lupo revealed as their conspirator. Still, Brown was a little curious about the strange disguises and his pride was still demanding he take the wolf's challenge. He laid the suit out on his desk and slowly started undressing. The Professor felt a little chilly as he tossed his boxes on top of the rest of his clothes and picked the costume back up. He felt happy that the blinds were totally blocking anyone from seeing what was going on from the outside and that the door was locked. He pulled the back seam open as far as it went, finding the material of the suit very stretchy. He ran one hand inside and it felt slightly moist and warm, but otherwise rather slick. He had no idea if this was actually some kind of special latex or rubber or something else entirely and also couldn't figure out how the myriad of little black hairs of the fur were fixed in the surface of the suit. He wished he could steal this thing away to a lab and run some tests on it, and mentally made a note that he would ask Lupo if he could keep it after he won the bet. He felt around inside the suit, pushing his hand down into the bottom of the torso and down one of the arms. He poked around inside the empty head of the mask, frowning at how strange the sensation was. He realized he was getting cold and that he wouldn't find out anything more about the costume by just standing there. He would have to either give it back to Lupo and tell him the bet was off or put it on. Brown decided to put it on. He slipped one leg into the seam first, shivering as he felt the tiny hairs on his legs being bent the other way as he pushed into the costume. He thrust his leg downwards so that he was standing firmly on the floor with his costumed leg and waggled his toes to fit them inside the large paw at the end of the skin's leg. When he was satisfied that he wouldn't topple over in a second he repeated the motion with the second leg, pushing his groin down into the suit and making his slightly erect manhood get sandwiched upright between his belly and the lower edge of the suit. Grunting a little he made sure his other leg was secured, then pulled a bit at the floppy tail dangling behind him so that it was out of the way. Trying to keep the seam fairly open he picked up one the glove-like arms of the suit and thrust his hand as deep down into it as he could- Fitting the clawed fingers of the black- furred hands over his own was much easier than the feet had been, and soon the Professor could slip his other arm into the suit fully. He grumbled a little and tried to find a comfortable way to rest his manhood inside the suit. In the end he settled for letting it stay sandwiched between the suit's belly and his own, despite the quite obvious bulge there. The wide hips of the costume didn't sit securely on his own and he had to use his costumed hands to pull the suit tighter around his torso, slipping his shoulders inside to keep it steady. The empty breast-sacks on the front were quite heavy and annoying as they rustled with the slightest movement, but he focused on getting the rest of the suit on first. Using both hands Brown picked up the large, heavy mask from where it dangled over his chest and lifted it up. Taking a deep breath he plunged his face deep into the hood and tried to align the muzzle over his nose and mouth so that the eyeholes were directly in front of his eyes. He was only partially successful and was now staring out at the world through a pair of distant slits. His senses being dulled by the mask, the Professor had no choice but to fumble around near the lower end of the suit for the zipper without being able to see it. His hands were a clumsy inside the suit but finally his fingers closed around the firm metal of the zipper tab, and slowly he started pulling it upwards to close the seam. He knew that this wouldn't work, of course. How could it? Lupo's unmasking was a fancy trick that he just hadn't figured out yet. This costume thing was nothing but rubber and fur, nothing more. The zipper travelled up the seam inch by inch, hiding more and more of the Professor's pale skin beneath the black folds of the suit. He felt securely enveloped by the husk and it was already clamping down on parts of his body in a not unpleasant way. He continued pulling the tab up towards his neck, feeling less and less of a draft on his exposed back as he went. As the seam closed to a mere half foot in length, the Professor froze and for the last time pondered just pulling out of this bizarre scheme. But he now figured that if he had come this far he might go the last stretch, if only to show Lupo how it wouldn't work. With trembling fingers, Professor Brown pulled the zipper tab up all the way and heard it click into place. Then his whole world turned upside down and he felt the room spin around him. He tumbled to the floor, uttering a strangled cry, and then there was only darkness. *** Arthur Brown had many very strange dreams that night. He was stuck in some kind of Technicolor nightmare world filled with cartoon animals and searching for a way out, only to find a mirror and discover that he had become a cartoon character himself. Other dreams were less wholesome and featured some barely-glimpsed erotic encounters between the Professor and a well-hung male creature of some kind. As the fog cleared, Brown looked up at the face looming above him and saw that it was Lupo the wolf. And then he woke up with a yelp of shock. He looked around fervently but to his surprise found himself looking out at a small but comfortably furnished one-room apartment that was drenched in the warm rays of the morning sun which seeped in through the large panorama windows on the opposite wall. He flailed as he almost toppled out of the bunk bed where he had been sleeping and grabbed hold of the wooden frame to keep himself from falling. That's when he noticed that his hands were utterly covered in a thin layer of short black fur and that his arms were much more slender and shapely than he was used to. Sitting up in the bed he almost hit his head on the ceiling which was quite close. He stared down at his body which was dressed in one of his old university t-shirts and nothing else. He screamed. His body was the curvaceous black-furred form of a female panther, with a long sinuous tail wagging behind him. A pair of large soft breasts pushed against the inside of the shirt and the lower end only barely covered his wide hips and groin. Looking down further the Professor saw the long, well-shaped thighs and calves of a female which ended in a pair of paw-like feet. Feeling panic grip his insides like an icy hand he reached up to tug the t-shirt outwards, getting a good look at the soft black bosom beneath. Strangely the breasts were totally smooth and he couldn't see any signs of nipples, which was definitely not normal, if anything could be said to be normal in this situation. He reached down between his legs, feeling around under the edge of the shirt and could only feel a smooth, flat groin with no sign of a bulge or slit. Suddenly Arthur Brown remembered what happened the evening before. The costume! He jumped out of the bed and found himself landing gracefully on both paws on the floor, standing up and looking around. The apartment had a long couch near the window and a large soft rug covering the floor with some well-tended plants here and there. Then his mind registered that an extremely tasty smell had been in his nostrils all along, and he darted around the small wall separating the bunk bed from the source of the smell, finding a small kitchenette there. And standing right there was Lupo the wolf wearing an apron, making eggs and bacon on the stove. As Brown approached the lupine turned around and gave him a sharp- toothed grin. "Morning sunshine. Breakfast will be ready in a few seconds!" he said cheerfully. "Y-you!" the Professor yelped, and immediately clasped his hands over his mouth. The voice that had come out of his throat was soft, purring and distinctly feminine. "W-what's happened? I'm a... " "A Toon! Yes!" Lupo said cheerfully, dividing up the egg and bacon between two plates. "And a woman too, if that was what was getting you all worked up." The Professor stared down at his - no HER - body, whimpering a little as she tried to straighten the shirt down over her curves. Suddenly she remembered something and her hands darted up to her neck and felt around. Lupo looked up from setting the food down by a small table and quirked an eyebrow. "You have to focus on wanting to find it. Then it'll be there!" he said with a casual smile. The Professor focused as hard as she could on the zipper and suddenly felt a small bump between her probing fingertips. She tugged on it and found herself holding the zipper tab. She noticed Lupo looking at her with an amused expression. "Oh giving up the bet this early? Sheesh, you've been awake for ten minutes and you're already wussing out." Brown glared at him, but her fingers eased up and the zipper melted back into her neck. "...I bet you think this is funny, don't you?" she said in her new voice and walked over to sit down across from the wolf who was already scarfing down the food. "Where are we anyway? Last thing I remember I was putting the suit on in your office." Lupo grinned. "This is your office! I did some redecorating!" The Professor blinked and stared around. She could almost see it, the room was the same shape but all the details were different except the windows. "You're joking," she said sullenly and poked at a strip of bacon with her fork. "Nope. Toon physics, my dear. I just changed your dusty old office into a pretty comfy dig for the day. Don't worry, I'll reset it to the way it was afterwards," he said, winking at her. "So how does it feel to be a Toon? Pretty spiffy, right?" The Professor blinked and flexed her hand into a fist in front of her. She didn't feel any different apart from the different body shape. No strange super-powers or mysterious energies. She lifted a glass up and looked at her reflection in the clear surface and saw a beautiful female panther look back at her through green eyes. Wincing she put the glass down and pulled the shirt a little bit further down her thighs. "Are you ready for your big day, Prof?" Lupo said as he ate. "Oh wait, we can't call you Prof, that would give away your secret identity. And you don't look like you'd be an Arthur right now either. I guess I could call you 'Brown' but how boring is that?" He pondered for a few moments before his dark eyes lit up with inspiration. "I've got it. Today you're Nikki. Nikki the panther!" The Professor frowned and ate her food slowly, a million questions darting through her head. "Why this costume?" she asked. "You could have given me anything!" Lupo shrugged. "As I said, I wanted to give you an actual fun persona for the day. If you're going to experience life as a Toon, why not make it a cool Toon? You can let your hair down and be wild and crazy for the day as Nikki and nobody will be the wiser! And honestly, is being a female Toon any more normal to you than being a male Toon?" The panthress considered his words as she rose from her chair, her tail swishing back and forth behind her without her knowledge. "Besides, it makes you look cute!" Lupo said encouragingly and tugged his apron off, revealing his large, stiff manhood. The panther girl couldn't help but stare at the naked wolf-man as he walked around, humming to himself. Finally he headed towards the door with a spring in his stride. "Wait!" she cried and he froze while holding the doorknob. "You're not going to go out like that... are you?" Lupo quirked a fuzzy eyebrow and looked over at the panthress, whose eyes were hovering downwards without actually focusing on anything. He looked down at himself and then up again with a stunned expression. "Oh! Of course, it was so close that I totally embarrassed myself! Thanks Nikki!" He dashed off behind the bunk bed and the Professor heard him rummage around back there, occasionally bumping his head on something and owing. When he walked back out he was wearing a pair of comfortable- looking sneakers, but his manhood was still dangling as free as ever. The panthress felt her cheeks grow hot and closed her eyes so as not to look directly at it, then gesticulated wildly at her wolf companion's groin. "No not shoes! Your... your thing is showing! You can't go out among people like that!" she yelled. "Oh, this?" Lupo said, motioning down towards his shaft. "Pffft, you haven't learned anything about being a Toon yet, have you?" As her eyes opened a fraction of an inch, she saw Lupo run his hands down his front as if he was brushing out his fur. He brushed downwards, and suddenly his large shaft was just gone. She blinked and thought she imagined it, but when she fully opened her eyes the male wolf was now sporting a smooth, fur-covered groin like her own. She stared at him in wild-eyed surprise, but he just shrugged and grinned. "Toon modesty! It's quick and easy! I'm ready. Are you prepared for the experience of a lifetime, Nikki?" he asked. "I... I guess," Nikki mumbled. "Just let me get dressed first." *** "Isn't it a wonderful day? The sun is shining, everybody's happy... and yet you look like it's the worst day of your life!" Lupo said, eyeing his companion. Nikki had struggled to get her new body properly dressed and lost. She hadn't found any shoes or pants that would fit on her curvy panther self, and so had been forced to just wear a pair of her human self's boxers with the longest school jersey she could find over it. The faded shirt was a reminder of when Arthur Brown had been a simple student, and was large enough to cover Nikki from neck to the top of her hips. It also made her look rather silly. Lupo, of course, was still walking around in just his sneakers, looking totally comfortable. At the moment the two of them were lurking in the shadow of some trees on the large lawn in the center of the campus, watching students meander back and forth. "Oh gee, it's almost as if I had been tricked into wearing some kind of... skin... suit of a cartoon girl!" Nikki said loudly, and Lupo put his finger over his lips motioning for silence. She swallowed and lowered her tone. "Why would I be unhappy?" Her eyes were narrow slits and her ears were flat against the back of her head with annoyance. Lupo peeked over to and spotted a group of three students nearby who were lounging around on a pair of benches and studying in the warm spring sun. Nikki vaguely recognized the trio as freshmen taking Biology but couldn't have named them even if she tried. The three, two girls and one boy, just sat there enjoying the warm weather and didn't seem to have noticed they were being watched. Lupo turned back to his panthress companion. "There was no tricking involved, you agreed. And if you don't like it, why don't you just admit defeat and go back and undress, hmm?" The disguised Professor opened her mouth to give an angry retort, jabbed a finger at the wolf-man a few times, then closed her mouth again and sighed. "No, I'm not giving up that easily you furry buffoon." "Hah, I knew it," Lupo said. "Now let me demonstrate what fun life as a Toon can be. Observe, my doubtful friend!" Lupo reached behind himself overtly dramatically and pulled out a large cardboard box with 'DISGUISE KIT' written in scrawled letters on the side. As Nikki stared, he reached into it and withdrew a floppy skinsuit of an old, grey-haired lady with a very stern face, complete with a frumpy set of clothes. "Wait, that's Professor Garcia. You're her as well?" Nikki said incredulously at the sight of her colleague as a costume. "Nah, this is just a suit. Who would want to be a humourless ballbreaker like her fulltime? Sheesh Nikki, it's like you don't know anything about Toons!" Lupo said with an amused smirk as he shook the suit open and jumped into it, sealing it up. As Nikki watched, the rubbery disguise closed up around Lupo and he shuddered and shrank until he was an exact duplicate of the grouchy elderly teacher. She gave Nikki a wink before adjusting her thin-rimmed glasses and storming out onto the lawn with a stride that implied whoever she was looking for was in great trouble. Nikki pressed up close to the trunk of the tree and watched, unsure of what Lupo was planning. The three students quickly noticed the ph