Lewd Toon

 

Artwork - SpeedoNSFW

Juan dragged Tyson by the arm into the living room, irate at his friend’s dismissal of his claims moments before. He was a truthful man, and there would be no reason for him to lie over something like this.

With an insistent tone he said, “I’m telling you. The show is on right now, you’ll see! At the end of the episode he’ll swoop in and save her. The hottest damn Bandicoot girl you’ve ever seen.”

Tyson mocked, “It sounds ridiculous to say that out loud. Are bandicoot ladies the thing right now?”

Juan shoved him onto the couch and anxiously sat next to him. He wasn’t pleased by Tyson’s aloof demeanor, but he figured that would change soon enough.

“Come on. You’re into furry girls as well, no?” Juan asked.

“Well, I love the art. Doesn’t mean I’m interested in watching some cartoon.”

“You say that like it’s for kids. Trust me, this one’s lewd.”

“If you say so.”

After a few minutes of the animated program blaring loud on the television the moment of truth came. The show was based off the video game series Crash Bandicoot, starring the titular Crash, an anthropomorphic Bandicoot constantly at battle against an evil scientist named Cortex. At the end of episodes he would rescue his hot bandicoot girlfriend Tawna from the villain’s clutches.

“Here it comes…” Jaun muttered, the tension for him thick.

To Tyson’s confusion though came nothing. No villain to beat, no girl to save, only an empty, sandy beach with Crash himself looking around just as confused.

“So… that’s it?” Tyson asked.

“N-No. No that isn’t what…”

“Well as much as I’d love to stick around appreciating your utter shock, I have to take a dump. Be right back.”

As Tyson walked away, Juan remained speechless, anger boiling over his embarrassment. He gripped the top of the TV and yelled at the screen.

“Where is she damnit! Give me the girl!”

A loud, audible zap made him leap back. Looking at the screen, he then noticed many of the colors starting to distort and swirl into a spiral shape. The vortex of colors was hypnotic to look at, but also frightening, the man not sure what to make of it. Was he too harsh on the TV? These newer models could be rather fragile at times after all.

Juan reached out a hand towards the screen, poking at the center of the rainbow spiral. Upon doing so he felt a powerful tug, followed by another. To his shock his arm was dragged into the TV! He tried planting his feet, but before he could steady his stance an enormous pull to his arm drew him forward. He passed with ease through the television and immediately felt a numbing sensation permeate him. Defying the laws of physics, his body stretched and squashed into the narrow lines of the spiral on screen, swirling down it like water down a drain until he fell down the pipe. The swirl then reversed its motion and the image displayed gradually returned to its normal state, only then displaying Jaun—in real life picture clarity—standing perplexed on the empty cartoon beach from the show.

He was in awe. The sun-bleached environment looked exactly as it did on the show, artistic gloss running across the color of every object casting cel-shaded shadows. Observing himself, he stood out like a bad photoshop job, his 3D dimensional, highly detailed body looking pasted on top of the cartoon aesthetic.

Giving himself a quick slap only to react in pain, it dawned on Juan that this may not be a dream. But then the question became what? How? Who? He pondered from every possible angle while pacing, tapping some fingers against his crossed arms. He stopped though once he felt that strange numbing sensation he had felt when sucked into the television return, trickling through a few of his fingers. This time it was accompanied by a strange, pleasing heat.

Annoyed, Juan brought a hand to his face and then grunted in terror as he witnessed a black, bold line tracing the outlines of his hand, the heat being carried along its path. His fingers wriggled about in an unorthodox, exaggerated fashion after each one was traced, bloating briefly in size before slimming back down into daintier digits. A new shade of skin accompanied the process, the color of his hand turning orange and given the same artistic shine everything around him possessed. Pulling up his other transforming hand confirmed it--the art style of the cartoon was imprinting itself on him, his fingernails even melding seamlessly into the orange tone of his body.

“What the hell?” Juan yelled as he shuffled one direction and then the next, before settling on dipping his hands into the water, thinking he could wash the painted process away.

As he looked down in hopeful anticipation, he caught his reflection within the rippling waters of the ocean. Everything seemed normal, his body everywhere else still seemingly intact, but as the tide returned on its next trip up the beach a new reflection stared back at him, that of a gorgeous 2D bandicoot lady aiming an alluring smile his way.

Juan shrieked and ran from the water, his hands unchanged. He gripped at his arms thinking hard of anything he could do. What kind of wicked joke was this and how could he possibly combat what he couldn’t understand? This had to be a dream!

Feeling the heat spread, he looked down at each of his arms to see the bold lines and orange paint of an artist slowly consuming them. He then lifted up his Crash bandicoot themed T-shirt to see it also spreading across his stomach, his navel now represented by a bold crevice with some light shading for emphasis. The changes in his skin were exactly like the simplified portrayal of fur layers that the art designs of the characters in Crash Bandicoot had, his arms and the sides of his torso a deep orange to represent fur, while the middle of his body held a lighter skin-toned orange shade to indicate the underside, thinner layer of fur.

“It’s spreading! Damnit, no! Wake up! Please let me wake up!”

His body was helpless to the changes, seemingly fixing itself to match his change in setting from the real world. There was more to this though that made him unsettled. The fact he was gaining a fur like coat, and that reflection of the Bandicoot lady replacing his own. Juan had his hunches, but each one he thought of formed a pit in his stomach.

“Huh? Aggh! Fuck! My spine!” he shouted, feeling a harsh, hot tug at his lower back, most intense at his tailbone.

It felt like his tailbone had a mind of its own, wriggling about under his skin like a frightened animal trying to escape. He gritted his teeth and began to sweat, the pleasurable heat infuriating him. How could this fucked up situation incite any sense of arousal? It was hard to ignore, his lower spine feeling more and more like an erogenous zone as the tip tented against the skin above his ass. Once the spreading cartoon layer colored it along its journey, it brought release, the stubborn bone gaining the punch of an animated gag. It pierced through the skin, straightening into a stiff point that vibrated like a guitar string before settling into the shape of a short, happily wagging bandicoot tail. Its emergence fired off waves of agonizing bliss straight to Juan’s brain, causing him to collapse to his hands and knees.

“I d-don’t… understand.” he said, recovering from the whiplash. “I don’t get why this feels so, huh?”

His worries intensified as he noticed a stiff dick within his jeans and his entire arms painted orange. His shoulders then gave a quick tug that yanked him to the ground even further. It felt like a weight had been lifted as he instinctively cracked and rolled his neck, all of it feeling lighter. He grabbed at his shoulders and neck to examine and found them both more slender. Even his voice became lighter with a smoother tone dripping from it.

Juan rose back up to his feet, feeling a vibration in his arms. They then quickly moved out of his control towards the buttons of his jeans, unfastening them. He panicked, yelling at them to stop while unable to seize back control. Any efforts to do so only angered them, as both softened into noodly limbs rapidly waving up and down like a waveform. It was as if all his bones simply didn’t exist, his body no longer bending to the rules of the real world. Against the possibilities of a cartoon he was outmatched and could only yell in defeat as both arms removed his pants and boxers in one flawless, impossible motion.

He stared on, admittedly a tad impressed. His jeans were holding together with no tears, held up by undeniably feminine hands. Juan wished to protest, to who he did not know, but was hushed by his own fingers as his other hand playfully tossed his jeans away, giving them a cute, comical wave upon their departure. Angered by his own body’s defiance he squatted and yelled for it to stop, his hands clenching into fists. By the end of his outburst he was thankful to realize he had full control of his arms again.

“Crap, I have to hurry!” he said, not wanting this moment of reprieve to go to waste.

Running frantically froward, his head immediately met an invisible wall. Feeling the surface, it reminded him of a TV screen. He wondered if this was the border between the real world, the Television a literal wall. He banged desperately onto the surface, calling out for his friend beyond the border. His friend was still on the toilet however, leaving no witnesses to his plight.

The true direness of the situation returned as Juan felt warmth surge in his bottom and legs. Looking down at himself, he saw the black outlines and professional strokes of orange wiping across his thighs, each of his legs shaking in awkward anticipation. Once the work of art reached his knees, he felt an odd expansion within his thighs. Both of them increased in size like balloons being filled with air. They were becoming too big though, a pair of stretched rubber balls ready to burst. The more they strained, the more it filled his stubborn body with pleasure, his now cartoonified dick throbbing to the pumping of his thighs in overblown fashion as if it were a clogged hose.

“Goooh no my body! It feels like it’s going to explode!” Juan moaned in discomfort, bracing himself for the inevitable while refusing to look at himself.

His lower legs were next to be repainted, both calves lifting into toned, slender hills atop delicate lower limbs. His ankles gave a cartoonish pop as they shrunk down in size, followed by his feet scrunching down, accompanied by the sound of bubble wrap. Shortly after, each of his toes pulled out like rubber bands and then released, slingshotting back into place in more petite sizes. The goofy whipping sounds you’d hear in a cartoon accompanied each toe.

The fact such zany sounds could be heard alongside the changes was another indication of how much Juan’s body was being warped to the laws of the animated space. He knew he was now a fully animated Bandicoot whatever from the hips down, and it stood to reason that his existence now adhered to a new set of rules. Everywhere the cartoon brush changed him felt lighter and loopy; that was the only way he could describe it, his own body feeling so far removed from what a human’s should feel like. The only thing normal was the pleasure, the unbearable, burgeoning ecstasy swelling with his still inflating thighs.

“Damnit! W-Why won’t they stohoooooh!”

Upon his question Juan felt each thigh give a huge exhale, all the built up mass exploding outwards. Some of it settled in his thighs, each one thickening into massive, meaty idols of femininity. The rest traveled upwards, some colliding into each side of his hips, one at a time, launching his stance in whatever direction was hit. After each collision, that side of his hips snapped out wider from his body and swelled with extra flesh to the sounds of timpani drum strikes. The last to be hit was his butt, each cheek tensing before letting all of the jiggling fat in. It spread across his cheeks like ripples in water, before each one was given a large kick--copious amounts of mass going off like airbags beneath the skin. The BOING sound delivered with each changed cheek mockingly sold the amount of junk stuffing into his trunk.

He could do nothing but moan to the blue-skied, cartoon heavens, feeling the knot in his dick unwind. He came harder than he ever had in his life, spunk firing out his cock wildly like an unmanned firehose while giving off the sound of a sputtering balloon. His balls were deflated by the end of it, but spent he was not. The warmth was ever present and his limp cock immediately sprung to attention with a twang.

“Oh god, oh fuck. I can’t take it anymore. This is crazy.” Juan rambled, his head spinning within a fog of nirvana.

He groped his new ass, hands dwarfed by the sheer size of each pillowy cheek. He noticed too that his lower body was now far wider than his upper, hips wider than his shoulders by a considerable degree. He had even become taller, his shirt riding up his body more and exposing his tummy which was starting to grumble.

“No, no! Please stop! I’m not a cartoon!”

The animated gods could care less, continuing their 2D remodeling up the slopes of his backside. The bulk of his back faded away under the passing orange coat, leaving behind slender dips and crevices. With a quick snap from his spine, which threw him forward off balance, his lower back gained a lovely dip, which only accentuated his big butt even more.

Juan’s mind became fuzzy all of a sudden. He was not only being stripped of his humanity, but of what made him a man as well. And yet, despite his cries, a strange sense of joy lightly washed over him after every new change, thoughts of flaunting his growing assets on the beach sounding like the time of his life.

“N-No… No that’s not, me. Oooh god! This is…! I need… help.”

His stomach growled again, this time followed up with a yank inwards. Moaning in confusion, he clutched his gut and felt it vibrate. All the flab in his tummy swam to a single point at its center, creating a hill below his navel. Once it felt satisfied with its size, the grumbling sounds stopped. Then the mass moved.

“Guh, oooh!”

The roll of fat roiled beneath the skin, being pushed upwards by a deep, satisfying pressure. It felt so nice that his dick couldn’t help but swell once more, this time to the noise of inflating air.

“Hooh! Oh my, GOODNESS!” Juan yelped, his soft vocals sounding pleased. He hadn’t noticed the mental slippage at work, those playful thoughts bubbling to the surface now creeping out through his reactions.

The mass continued to move up his body towards his chest, each step it took signaled by a cartoon slipping sound. The effect was a tease to his pride, but he couldn’t deny the rush of euphoria each movement brought, feeling his legs starting to wobble like a shaky skeleton. The closer it got to his chest his sides began to narrow, even more mass being drawn from them. It was as if a rolling pin was helping force it upwards, pressing in his sides and flattening his stomach into a tight, defined core. The terrain of his abdomen was made a spectacle, the massive hills that were his hips rolling into the respectable hills of his lower sides, which rolled into the cute bumps of his upper sides. It was a delectable, over-the-top landscape of bumps and dips that no human body could possibly possess.

“I-I’m a real, hoh, w-work of art! Huh? Wait! What am I s-sayiiiiingh aaahh!” Jaun swooned with another slip of the tongue as a massive wave of pleasure rattled him body and mind.

The traveling fat finally reached Juan’s chest and split in two, zipping excitedly towards each of his nipples. The sounds of a slide whistle filled his ears as each nipple rose erect, fattening to the size of grapes. The saucers beneath them swelled as well, encouraged by the stirring mounds below. His chest was awash in light orange and at the mercy of the cartoon’s whims and it wanted big ones, only the best breasts to ogle. Through a series of inflations they came, along with his dick, the sound of rubbing rubber signifying each glorious expansion. Every time he emptied the milk from his balls, Juan could feel a jiggle as milk sloshed about inside his growing milkers. There was nothing to do but watch them consume his chest, two wumpa fruits rising beneath his shirt and filling it to the brink of tearing.

“Oh, please no! No more! S-Stop cumming! Stoooh! Stop g-growiiiing!”

The budding bust refused, delivering a few flailing kicks that only whipped them into larger shapes, tears breaking in the shirt above the squashed cleavage. With each hop a cartoonish bouncing noise ringed through Juan’s ears, the boobs audibly taunting him with their jubilation. His shirt was being devoured by them, the lower ends chewed up by the under boob while the top continued to tear open and reveal their glistening glory. His human body was long gone and his shirt was a clinging remnant of it being shredded away by a world that had no need for him. He couldn’t help wishing to part with it as well. It held an uncomfortable grip onto his chest and both of his nipples were like heightened erogenous zones rubbing against cotton mesh. He hopelessly thought that maybe if they were freed, that if he gained even a little reprieve, things would turn around, that he could stop cumming his mind away.

RIIIIIIP!

Finally release, as his Crash Bandicoot shirt was obliterated by the bountiful bosom forcing its way out with one final explosion of fat. The jiggling jugs then flopped downwards into an appealing sag upon his chest, softly bopping into each other several times as they settled into place. As the tatters of his shirt fluttered to the sand below, Juan’s dick rocketed out silly strings of cum, each ejection striking the invisible walls of his cartoon prison with the sound of a comical splat.

“Oooh God! It’s sooo dirty! Wh-What am I d-doooh! I can’t s-staaahp!”

His body’s hands moved of their own accord and groped the newly formed treasures, coaxing even more cum out of the struggling Juan. His hips gave little thrusts forward with each ejaculation, each of his hands knowing just the right way to play with his breast and tweak his nipples so that he would continue riding the high.

“This cahaaant be real! Haaah! M-Make it stop!”

As Juan continued to moan and fade within a euphoric haze, his balls sucked up inside him, sending the last of their seed out through his cock whose streams now began to turn clear like water. The fresh new fluids spilling out like a power wash started to clean the unsightly mess he had made on the TV screen. It was intent on washing away any remnants of Juan’s masculinity. His hair had similar intentions, each strand clumping together into a singular whole across his entire head as the cartoon coat finally began to crawl through his scalp and across his face. The transformative ink seeped into his brain, making his confliction flutter with doubt along with his eyelids--both of their lashes becoming bold, solid lines lavishly styled.

“The Bandicoot lady…? Hooh! I l-look like!”

Each thought for Juan felt like a chore now, the fear, the anger fading into desire as a playful spirit swelled within his cranium. It wanted out, it wanted Crash, it wanted to flaunt everything it had!

“OOOOH CRASH SAAAVE MEEEE!”

After an elongated wail, the streams of cum from Juan’s dick sputtered out and his dick began to tug inward, an exaggerated wet pop signifying the birth of his new pussy, which was eager to slurp his member up like an udon noodle. As it did, a look of crazed passion crossed Juan’s face as he felt his most intense climax yet, his mind crumbling under the will of the cartoon world’s scripted machinations. He had to be lewd, to be a tall drink of water for her bandicoot man.

“Oh god, oh baby! This girl is feeling the heat, gaaah! Ugh, no! I’m not a gaaahn! Gir-goooOOOH MY!”

Juan’s hair waved like water into a wavy new style as the Bandicoot’s beauty began to emerge. It gracefully slid down his backside, becoming a thick blond mane, filled with volume, and which shined like gems. Both of his ears were then tugged violently up towards the top of his head while twisting like screws. They became pointed at the tips with large round helixes like that of an animal before they unwound and nestled into the new head of hair. Eyebrows turned into slim yet bold solid lines to express femininity and faint red mascara stained each of his eyelids. His Lips changed next, puckering into plush, smoochable cartoon lips ready to kiss Crash all over.

“Oooooh yes! Don’t stop! I can feel it c-coming!”

She was filled with excitement, Juan a distant memory as all her face thirsted for was to be the babe of Crash’s dreams, stretching and contorting as a mess of animated audio rang through the air. Her nose shrank and snapped out, a black button nose forming at the tip. Her eyes pulled taught into seductive almond shapes as her pupils grew large and black. Every tug, pull, scrunch worked in chaotic tandem to create the pristine vision of Tawna, Crash’s girlfriend.

“Oh Crash honey! Please! I want you to rock my world! AAAAAHN!” Tawna shouted, sending both hands down to her bandicooch as another thunderous climax finished her off. Her voice trailed off into the woods of the island, catching the ears of another Bandicoot not too far away.

In a mad sprint, this other Bandicoot Crash, the one she called out for, made haste towards the beach. Tearing out of the brush spinning like Tasmanian devil, he collided into a plush pair of mounds with a  squeak and WOAH! Gazing up he was met with a most beautiful sight, two breasts the size of ripe wumpa fruits and the sultry gaze of his Bandicoot girlfriend Tawna peering over them.

Crash leaped with bulging eyes and let out a yelp, his head stretching and mouth cartoonishly unhinging as his tongue wiggled about. The juvenile response brought only a playful chuckle from the bombshell Bandicoot’s lips.

Outside the Television set, Tyson returned to the room and was immediately puzzled by Juan’s absence. He figured his friend must have gone out to get drinks or something, so turned his attention back to the TV. This time he was met by what had been the promised sight, a drop-dead gorgeous, nude Bandicoot lady smothering crash in her cleavage.

“Holy shit he was right! She is hot.”

Giving a few glances around the room to make sure no one was around, Tyson whipped out his dick and began to beat off as the scene playing out was heating up. Tawna was all kinds of pent up in her new body and ready for a good fuck.