Save Me from This Cunt, Arf!

The wasp-waist-high wave of white ink came at Sam and her spangled gown. The Jessica Rabbit duplicate braced herself, ready to meet it! She was ashamed that in her shock of having to adjust herself to having to this body that went against the laws of physics and common decency she hadn't joined little bunny Alex's fight against the gelatin perv! But now she was ready to play toon roulette, betting that another dose of Original Ink would give her a better toon body. ("Don't think of Fifi La Fume...Don't think of...")

At the last moment, the wave parted and went around her.

"Hey, come back here!" She demanded and ran after it on stiletto heels and too long of a skirt. She chased it - jiggling outrageously and her huge boobs pulling her awkwardly forward(!) too quickly - but it always stayed out of her reach. It was like she had become a magnet, repelling white stuff whenever she got close to any.

"Wait a minute! I should be thinking of Alex!" Besides: Why not just jump in the vat itself!?

"Iyee!! What the -?!?!?" The vat no longer looked like a vat, but a huge, gaping cunt!! "That sicko SO has to be stopped!" she swore.

"Some help here!" Alex called out waving one brown, furry hand while the other tried to get hold of the vat's now giant clitoris. As she did, it rose further from its hood and its wall of labial minor swelled more. "I'm being slimed, here!"

"And it smells like pussyjuice!" Sam resisted the urge to pinch her nostrils closed as she went to help.

"And FEELS like it! I'm going to have a terrible time cleaning it off my fur!" The sticky lube didn't allow her to get a firm hold of anything!

Sam's immediate reaction was to pull her hands away from the labial wall. It felt so much like another woman's (a woman, what, 50 ft tall?). But she screwed up her resolve and forcefully leaned into it, getting pussyjuice on herself, too. As she reached out for her friend, lezzie thoughts attacked her own clit and labia. But they were for the real Alex, not what she had become.

Instead of looking like Babs Bunny, the Original Ink really HAD made her into an original toon: An anthropomorphic mocha-furred dog! Her face was now more human than canine, with a short muzzle. Ignore the black, wet nose, she could almost pass as a human. Even her black-furred ears and the black patch between them could be mistaken for the human hairdo style Alex normally wore. (Okay, it wasn't original original.)

She was also again human size and weight, as Sam discovered as she worked to pull her out (her crotch pushed deeply into the labia). And then that was about the only thing she could judge her friend on, as her Jessica-stupidly-large boobs hid her from her sight.

"Why do you get to keep changing, but not me?!! That's so unfair!"

"Do toons need rules?" There was a vaguely dog-like quality to her voice now.

"Toons have rules! But they're, like, slapstick!" Clover said in a voice that sounded masculine.

That must have been a cue, as the vat's clit began twitching enough for Alex to lose her grip on both it and Sam, and the pussylips swelling enough to envelop and press against Sam as the hole that had been the vat's vat widened. The ground beneath them shook with the cunt's arousal.

"If I don't get some help here, I'm going to be pulled down into this hungry vagina like the Creep has been!! - Eee!!" The cunt vat reacted violently to her trying save herself by grabbing the rim of its urethra hole. (Don't pee! Sam prayed.)

"I'll save you!" Clover said, shooting out his Spiderman web.