Pants Are Not an Option for Her

Having lost his Firefighter Water Backpack when the spongey body he had had wouldn't support it, Francis thought to make part of his new and improved gelatinous yet firm body the thickness of a firehose and long enough to aim with both hands. "Oh, wow, quite a difference from my old one, I must say. I bet no man's had one this size before! Here, Ladies, you must try it out!"

"It's about more than just size!" Sam told him as she put herself between him and her friends. Only a little of the white ink got on her and only on her catsuit, not her bare skin. It did quickly disappear, making it seem safe to touch if she had to.

"Yeah, like we don't appreciate premature ejaculation, you know!" Clover advised the handsome clear-on-the-outside-white-on-the-inside man-thing as she danced away from each half-gallon glob that splattered near her.

"And the size of that thing is stupidly large!" pink Alex told him, hopping up onto the side of the "Betty Boop's" vat, hoping to be high out of the fluid's reach.

"Oh, ...you're right!" Francis realized. But then he smiled, "But not if you're toons! Ha! How's that for a villainous plan: I'll turn every woman I meet into sexy toons!"

"That's not villainous!" Sam told him. "That's just pornographic and absolutely obscene! You should be - My uniform!!" She, at last, noticed that her catsuit had been changing shape as it fell off from her legs, her left under a loose, ankle-length gown and her right bared by a slit going all the way up to her hip. More of her was being exposed by a neckline literally plunging first to the small of her back and, then, around to her side. Fearing for her modesty, she began pulling at this as it threatened to retreat from her nipples. It wasn't until the green morphed into a spangled red that she recognized what she was **** to wear. "This is Jessica Rabbit's gown!!"

"But you don't have her figure, yet! You have, if you'll excuse the expression, nice boobs, but they're nowhere near the quality of Mrs. Rabbit's - Let me correct that, if I may!"

Sam knew horror: With so much of her skin now unprotected, there was little chance of her not being turned into this and other lewd losers' toon eye candy, a travesty of everything she stood for as a self-respecting feminist! (Okay, she WAS heightening her sense of drama by over-emphasizing how unwilling she was to be alluring to fantasies.)