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