They go back to the lady!

Morgan found herself kissing Bill passionately. What had just happened? The feeling of his dick in her ass brought her back to reality. She looked up at him, "Uh babe...can you get it out?"

Bill pulled his dick out. A loud "SQUISH" and "POP" sound echoed through the room. Bill laid back on the bed. He put his hands behind his head. "That was awesome!"

Morgan cuddled up to him, "For you!" A sensation hit her like bricks and try as she might to stop it. Morgan let out a fart. She put her hands over her mouth in embarrasment. "OH MY GOD!"

Bill laughed out loud. Morgan slapped his hands. Another fart left her ass. Morgan's eyes went wide. SHE HAD TO SHIT! She grabbed Bill's hand and ran to the bathroom. She made him hold her hand as she began shitting out his cum.

"This is awesome," he laughed.

"Fuck you," she gritted her teeth as another portion exited her ass. How much was in there.

Minutes later they stood looking in the toilet at all his cum. It was so weird. Bill pulled her in and kissed her. Morgan pushed his hands down as the grabbed her boobs over the lycra top. "There is shit on your dick babe!"

She made him sit down on the toilet and clean it off with a rag three times. She watched to make sure he did a good job. Bill pulled a condom out of his duffle bag in the bathroom. He sat back down on the toilet.

Morgan shook her head. She lifted her skirt and walked over to him. Her heels clicked on the tile. She grabbed his cock and eased herself on it. "The things I do for you," she joked. her own juices made entry easy. She started a slow pace fuck. "Don't even think about crapping. I'm not giving you a blumpkin!"

Bill laughed, "I would never!"

Morgan looked at him, "RIIIGGGGHT!" She began to fuck his brains out.

For the rest of the night, she refused to blow him. She made him wear a condom, except when he fucked her in the ass, which, to his surprise, she let him do three more times. Both knew she'd be walking funny. She agreed to it only if he'd finger her.

The sheets were a mess with her squirt. They actually played a game. Bill would lift her leg when she orgasmed to see how far she could squirt. Morgan won a twenty dollar bet when she squirted four feet. Before sleep they agreed to see the lady in the morning.

The next day the pair blew off the family and walked back a mile towards where Morgan had seen the lady. They seemed to find her instantly. "Hello again," the lady smiled, "I see you brought your boyfriend."

Morgan smiled, "We had such a good time, we want to do it again."

The lady pointed to the alley. "Come this way!"

Soon, Bill and Morgan were looking through an assortment of costumes. The lady asked if they had a preference. Morgan allowed Bill to make the choice. Bill walked up to the lady and whispered in her ear. Morgan didn't like the look on the lady's face as she went to the back. She came out with a bag of things and informed Morgan not to open it until they were back in the hotel.

An hour later Morgan was in the bathroom of the room while Bill waited anxiously outside. They had both drunk the elixir. Morgan opened the bag. She huffed. "I should have known." She prepared herself as best she could. She closed her eyes and walked to the door. She gulped as she opened the door and walked through. She found herself backstage at some Jazz Club. She heard a raspy voice call to her. "Let's go babe!" A weird voice called to her. Morgan looked at her hands and stood stone cold. SHE WAS A CARTOON. Roger Rabbit stood holding her hand. She looked in the mirror next to her. She saw the red dress sparkle, and the red heels and purple arm pieces. She was Jessica Rabbit! She had to admit she looked hot. She was Jessica, save for her own face and auburn hair.

She adjusted her boobs in the mirror. When she stuck them out they jutted cartoonishly huge. She could get to like this. She just needed to find Bill. If he wanted to fuck her as a cartoon, she'd have to fuck his brains out, she thought with a smile.

Roger rushed her to through the curtains. HOLY SHIT! SHE HAD TO SING!