Commission: Jessica Rabbit Takes A Dip

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Commissioned by Ninten

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The Ink and Paint Club was only a stone's throw away from the Los Angeles ACME Warehouse; it was there that Jessica Rabbit, on occasion, spent her time decompressing from her shifts performing at the underground nightclub. She was their star performer, and while she understood that fact quite plainly, it was exhausting.

Besides that, there was a nice little corner place that had fried chicken. While she loved her dearest husband so much, a woman had to indulge sometimes in her carnivorous tendencies; she was a maneater, after all.

"Hah... sometimes I just feel like a piece of meat." Jessica muttered forlornly to herself. She slurped up the rest of the meat from the bone and tossed it into a nearby dumpster. She paced down the alleyway, pulling up her trench coat; she didn't much care to be bothered during her break, and her luscious lips, her voluptuous hips, her pronounced breasts all had a tendency of drawing unwanted attention.

She passed by a strangely placed vending machine; Jessica paused, looking it over. "Mm, a little pick-me-up before the next shift won't kill me." She shrugged, reaching into her cleavage to grab her coin purse...

Kchink. Vrrrrrrrrr. CLUNK. A bottle of soda dropped into the receptacle at the bottom. It was strangely green, but chilled to perfection; Jessica didn't think much of it as she wrested the cap off and took a swig. The carbonated bubbles were harsh against her tongue, and the flavour reminded her of sweet apples...

It was bitingly refreshing, and in no time at all she pounded back the entire beverage.

"That hit the spot... mm." She smacked her lips. The buzz from the soda tickled her tongue; the sensation was quickly spreading around her mouth, down her esophagus, spreading to the rest of her body. She flexed her fingers, feeling her core heating up to a feverish degree.

"Nn, maybe I should've read the label first..." She groaned, dabbing beads of sweat off her forehead. At least, she thought it was sweat. But when she glanced at her gloved hand, she saw... red. Not red like blood; she was a toon, she didn't bleed. But it looked like the same shade as her hair...

The trenchcoat was feeling increasingly heavy on her shoulders. She ran her fingers through her hair, her eyes wide with panic; her hair had taken on an oozy quality, melting down her shoulders, mixing with her sparkly sequin dress that adhered to her body. Trickles of paint-like ooze slicked down her skin as her body pulsed over and over, radiating an intense heat!

"W-what is ha-aaappening??" Her eyes widened as her makeup trickled down her face.

The trenchcoat she was wearing fell from her shoulders as her knees gave out beneath her; she crumpled to the ground with a wet plop, sloshing sounds punctuating her entire body. She gasped as her lower body spread across the ground; peach skin tone blended with sparkly satin in an inky mess, and she could feel her body spreading across the rough pavement.

"Was that... dip??" Jessica couldn't understand what was going on; that stuff was outlawed after the investigations into Judge Doom's death!

Terror rose to her eyes as her body continued to slump to the ground, the world looming over her as the feeling in her toes ebbed away, mixing with so much other richly-coloured paint. Her hair, a sopping wet, heavy mess, weighed her town as her back arched forward. Her hands dipped into the ooze, and she could feel them sucked away as the inky puddle underneath her spread.

She burbled as her body slumped forward, writhing in a formless mass. Is this how she was going to die? She closed her eyes, waiting for death to take her.

And she waited. And waited some more. A Jessica-coloured puddle, mixed peach, pink, and purple, stirred on the ground, alone in the alleyway.

...Nothing was happening. She could feel the pavement, the hot summer air, make out the stench of the dumpster garbage.

"Is anyone even gonna try and clean me up?" Jessica muttered, a puddle burbling to herself. "What're our taxes even paying for...?"

The mass shifted, surging upwards into a pillar. For a moment, it was formless, but in a matter of moments, purple limbs sprouted, quickly developing fingers. A headful of beautiful red hair sprouted from the top, flowing down the backside, glossy and glob-like. Sparkles shimmered down the glossy exterior, and the ooze moulded, as if by an unseen artisan, into a familiar, voluptuous womanly figure.

Details emerged once more—her jewelry, her shoes, her makeup—she narrowed her sultry eyes, pursed her sultry lips as she examined herself. A strange facsimile of the toon she once was... though her skin seemed to have more of a shine to it than she remembered. Actually, her whole body had a bit of a shine to it, especially her hair. She ran a hand through her heavy set of locks, and then around her perky G-cups, before her hands flowed down to her pear-shaped waist.

The biggest difference was how her legs merged just underneath her satin showgirl outfit that fully wrapped around her legs. Actually, she wasn't sure if she had legs; the ooze simply pooled around where her feet would be. It washed over the bottle of green stuff she just drank.

She squinted, reading the label more closely.

"NEW Dip?" Her mouth flattened. She tossed the bottle overhead and into the dumpster; a cat's screeching rattled out as she turned towards the vending machine.

"This certainly can't be legal. A drug drop-off site?" She tilted her head. "Ah... I really should leave the detective work to Valiant."

She moaned, rocking her hips. She had taken to this new form in a hurry. The transformation didn't hurt at all. Actually, she felt great, like she could do anything. Her eyes turned to the back door into the ACME facility; a hungry smile crossed her delicious lips.

"Nobody will mind if I pop my head in~..." Jessica smiled to herself; her neck elongated as her body rose, rapidly slithering towards the door in an oozing motion. She pressed her head against the narrow crack in the door frame and squished right in; the rest of her body flowed like a current of water, though her ass compressed itself against the doorway before popping inside.

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Jessica knew rather well that the ACME warehouse was poorly secured and hardly patrolled. It was presently undergoing considerable refurbishments, and had been laid bare; there was nobody working on the interior today, and that was fine by her; she could really cut loose now. Her body felt fluid, just firm enough to maintain her form, but every movement was very satisfying; her breasts bobbed against her chest with each step she took.

"Mmhmhm~ I wonder if I could pull off the stunts honey-bunny could. He is a Shakespearean trained actor though..." She tapped her cheek thoughtfully. She glanced at her hand, flexing her fingers.

Vwoop! In a single motion, she tensed her hand into a first, and it inflated into a comically-large mallet, wider than she was! She carried it effortlessly as, with a boneless flick of her wrist, she brought it slamming down on her entire body. POW!

Her hammer arm fell to the side, revealing her flattened pancake of a body, compressed into a thin disk. Her lips were stretched wide, eyes bugged out. She was dazed, but not in any particular pain...

"Mrgh... leave the stunts to the professionals, kids..." She murmured to herself, peeling herself from the ground. She really had been pressed flat; she tugged at her cheeks to stretch them taut like taffy, before blowing forcefully into her thumb. Starting with her breasts, then her hips, then her thighs, she popped back into shape, none the worse for wear.

Her stilettos echoed through the large rooms as she paced towards a clearing in the center. She held out one of her arms, feeling it stretch taut and loosen, over and over, as it effortlessly stretched away from her; ripples travelled down the length of her body as it bonelessly coiled around itself.

"I've heard of rubber arms in the cartoon industry, but this is ridiculous~" She chuckled to herself, able to write her own name out in cursive with one arm. Her arm snapped to her side with a tug as she stood pat, focusing within to allow her torso to reach upwards, higher and higher; she could see the entire warehouse, her head atop a narrow pole that reached two stories up.

Her ascent only stopped as she twisted around the rafters above. Her body still tingled all over, bubbling with energy that yearned for release. As her arms wrapped around the rafters above, her curvaceous legs flopped to the floor, coiling together, and snaking around the warehouse's interior. She had stretched herself to incomprehensible lengths in a matter of moments, and her body continued to grow on its own, as if her body followed the trail of a painter's brush in wide, curving strokes.

Every time she thought she might stretch herself too far, that she detected even the slightest bit of resistance, her body tingled, growing further in response. She saw her lower body appear and reappear, dipping under shelves, wrapping along parked construction vehicles through the smallest window cracks, winding up and down columns as if shimmying like a cobra. She licked her lips, her body writhing and moaning; her body audibly squished with even the slightest moment, and the coolness of the exposed concrete felt amazing on her soft skin.

"Ohhh... I hope ink isn't hard to clean out, because I'm getting it everywhere~" Jessica moaned, biting her lips.

She exhaled, relaxing all at once; her body went slack and contracted only slightly, before beginning to melt and blend into itself all over again. Jessica could feel herself oozing down columns, pooling across the floor, spreading along the ceiling, peach, pink, and purple washing over the interior of the warehouse... hugging every crevice, tightening and loosening as she melted more and more, expanded, grew, enveloped the interior.

She felt a breeze upon her skin. Her frazzled mind trailed the sensation to one of the far walls; a tendril of purple, shimmering ooze slipped out through a narrow crack in the window frame, following the brick exterior little by little. Jessica smiled to herself, controlling the tendril from some thirty feet away; she unlatched a hinge and pushed the window open, allowing more of her oozing mass to pour out.

"This will be fun~" She purred, glancing up to a vent near the ceiling. She allowed her head, flowing upon a pile of ooze, to ascend upwards as her body, now thoroughly coating the floor of the factory in a foot of inky Jessica ooze, insisted on escaping the warehouses' confines.

She followed a network of vents, following the breeze, her body pressing against the sides, forcing herself through as the vents seemed a touch too small for her expanding breasts; it wasn't long until she found herself on the rooftop, looking up to a clear, blue Los Angeles sky.

Her body snaked forward, oozing and wrapping around each little pebble that dotted the roofscape, every errant brick that hadn't been used in construction. With every passing moment, her body pulsed, and stretched a little bit further; she allowed her head to sink into her encroaching, glossy body as it poured in all directions.

It approached the sides of the building and trickled over like someone had splashed a bucket of paint all over the walls; her formless body met up with the tendrils clambering through the side vents and the windows, fusing together as her body flattened out, adhering tightly to the walls of the facility.

In a matter of moments, her body had been flattened, stretched taut, and spread over the shape and contours of the warehouse like a tarp. The nondescript, dull brown building was now red, purple, peach, and a shimmering shade of pink... and all over, her glossy form reflected the sun's reflection with an alluring gleam.

Her eyes fluttered open, resting over a pair of the windows, revealing a pair of longing green irises; they lowered to the streets below as pedestrians stopped and gawked from below. Her face pushed out from the side of the building, looming and massive, her lips pursed, her cheeks blushed, her eyelashes unfurled.

"Is my foundation running? This is all very exciting~" She muttered playfully. She was a professional, of course, and sultry playfulness was her job.

She moaned happily as her flattened body repeatedly tightened and loosened around the building, even causing it to sway somewhat. She wondered if this is what some of the Toontown buildings felt like every day...

She felt stretched to her limit now... it was difficult to maintain her composure, and she could feel her body clinging, and then sliding down the wall; the corner of the building pierced her form as her face fell, her eyelashes fluttering in the wind. Her eyelids lowered.

She yawned, smacking her lips.

"I'm due for a nap..." She uttered, before her face disappeared into the multicoloured ooze, collecting around the building with wet, slick noises...

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Time had passed. Jessica wasn't sure how long. The next thing she knew, she was slumped against a dumpster.

"Mrgh..." She stirred awake, her body sloshing with every punctuated movement. She raised her hands to fix her hair; it seemed eager to melt down her shoulders, into her cleavage. The ooze shifted to her legs, melding into her form as her shapely proportions restored themselves.

She wondered if the bottle had anything to say about her new slimy powers; her arm boneless extended, arcing gracefully into the lip of the dumpster, feeling for the empty she tossed away earlier; she pulled it out and studied the label.

"'If effects persist longer than three days, that's your problem, bud'... hm." Jessica's eyebrow perked up.

"That... is going to make for a fun party trick." She smiled to herself. "Maybe I'll take the day off. Say my nose is feeling a little runny."

Her showdress travelled up her thighs like someone was playing a talkie of a spilled paint-jar in reverse. Her body tingled as her outfit collected around her breasts and hips, thinning into a two-piece swimsuit that left very little to the imagination; the narrow straps could barely contain her impressive ass or her perky, perfect breasts, and they glimmered as if she was at the Ink and Paint Club itself.

She walked with purpose to the nearest phone booth, dialing a familiar number.

"Honey bunny?" She whispered. "Is mean ol' Maroon keeping you busy? If you weren't preoccupied, I thought we could hit the beach... work on our inking~"

She purred into the mouthpiece, stroking the phone.

"...Oh? You're going to call a taxi? There's no need for that~"

She lowered the phone and wiggled her fingers, before reaching through the earpiece; her tongue stuck out as she twisted her arm, feeling around in there. Before long, her hand clasped onto something warm, and a little furry. She began to pull...

Her hand popped out of the phone, punctuated by a sharp sound of elastic stretching; she was clutching a pair of white ears, followed shortly thereafter by a tuft of wild orange hair, and a rabbit's head—Roger Rabbit's head—though his blue eyes were wide as dinner plates.

Jessica planted a kiss on his lips, hearts filling up the enclosed space of the phone booth.

"Afternoon, darling~" She cooed, fluttering her eyelashes.

"JESSIE-POO!!" Roger exclaimed in absolute delight, bounding out of the phone headpiece and throwing himself into Jessica's arms, pecking her over and over with the most enthusiastic, sloppiest kisses he could mustered; his exaggeratedly-large clown shoes wiggled excitedly.

"Hard day at work, honey?" Jessica opened the door, happy to carry Roger down the street.

"Ohhh, the directah's a poifectionist!" Roger raised his hands skywards. "The big scene with the safe fallin' on me? Nothin' pleaseth the man, we did that take twenty-sickth times! Ohhhh, I'm a conthumate professional, but I'm no Thuper Rabbit!"

"Aww, poor honey bab..." Jessica patted his head, running her fingers through his hair. "You can let off all the steam you want. I got a little surprise waiting for you, for being such a hard worker~"

Carrying Roger in her arms, wearing nothing but a sensuous bikini, Jessica Rabbit strolled down the sidewalks. It wasn't far to get to Santa Monica Beach, and the couple could spend some time alone. It was a gorgeous day in Los Angeles for two Toons to be out on the town...