Recursive Toon
Ebony fluid rolls inside the glass container. In his hand, Chris rolls the bottle gentle by the neck, watching the ichor inside sway heavy like pitch dark syrup. He didn’t hold it long; Just that one bottle was worth more than he really thought it could ever live up to. The main attraction to this specific bottle over the usual stuff was its appearance. The bottle was this fancy older style, circular with a broad neck with lips that laid over lime an umbrella, creating a comfortable place for the fingers to rest. The body was decorated with a grizzly cartoon skull and crossbones.
Without a doubt, he was going to be putting all of his ink back into this exact bottle no matter what. He stared down at his desk where the ink bottle now rested, his keyboard set aside to make space for his first time drawing physically in a long time. He was pretty used to using his tablet, and he drew tons of stuff that he posted online. Primarily he had gathered a bit of a reputation for diligently crafting “lewds” of his favorite female characters from various shows and games.
Hey, it was fun and it got him a pretty decent audience of loyal commissioners and fans and patrons that ended up giving him more than enough money to start getting into doing the more physical format. He always had a level of reverence for traditional cartoons, especially from the big greats. He dipped his fountain pen, the golden reservoir tip parting a puddle into the ominous abyss of ink.
Chris was typically pretty confident, a decent looking man with medium length brown hair and a shaven face, and even when he posted his smut to the internet he had a certain bravado. But facing that pool of pricy black and the empty canvas he found himself caught nervous.
Until his pen touched down onto the paper.
Suddenly, he was overwhelmed with a certain idea, something that seemed all too fitting considering what was his newest tool and muse. So he drew and drew, rushing his pen across the page like a knife across meat. Slicing this way and that, carefully crafting circles as he formed the head. The cartoon eyes so playful, that smile fiery. A playful old-timey voice in his head chimed “What a gal!” Like some old time announcer. He chuckled as blank paper became Alice Angel.
“Wow, that actually does look pretty good so far!” He laughed. Only the head, neck, and a bit of the shoulders had taken form. It was pretty good as far as his stuff went, though the most notably missing thing was, well, the lewd! He was tempted to spare Alice… But in the end he was only human!
The pen slid down. Huge tits that popped right out of her tight dress, squeezing her waist like a corset! Wide hips, the kind that really emphasizes that hourglass! Of course a fat drooling dick and swaying plump nuts! Chris snickered as he moved then to the thighs. He was almost done when he realized all that was left to fix up. “Nearly forgot the halo!” He quickly drew that in along with her horns.
An hour had passed suddenly, the consumption price for Chris’s art. He smiled down at the page. “Yeah, this came out pretty decent all things considered. I’ll get this scanned and post it online. I bet some people will dig it!” He laughs and raises up from his rickety compute chair and turns to go out the door to get a drink.
“Is that what you think of me? Just something to post?~”
A woman’s voice coming from his room. Chris paused. There was a moment where he considered everything that wasn’t going back inside. Ignore it, you’re losing your mind. Call the police. Check yourself in. Anything that isn’t humoring the delusion or surrendering to the prick of hot adrenaline pouring inside him. Then he heard something glass smash on the floor. It forced him to turn.
Alice was standing in his room, a tall charming black haired girl with her angel halo spinning and glowing faintly. All her cartoony proportions and styles were brought into the real world, applied to a perfect three dimensional appearance. Chris’s eyes were wide, his whole body frozen yet shaking. There was no way this was happening and- oh fuck was her cock massive.
“Are you nervous?~” Alice playfully raised her brow, a diamond smile cocky and fiery. “C’mon, I’m not going to hurt you. Hell, I’m actually grateful to you for creating me! You even gave me a toy a gal can really, really appreciate~” She ran her hands up and down her girthy monster cock, cooing like a seductress. “Look at this thing! You really must like your women huge huh?” Her hands squeezed against her narrow waist, sliding up and pushing against her ballooned huge tits. “Wow!~ Oh I looove it! So you don’t have to be shy doll~ C’mon, just take a step if I’m hot.”
Chris took a step forward. He couldn’t stop himself. He felt so drawn. It was surreal, nothing about it feeling like it was actually happening.
“Take another if I’m your perfect gal~”
And he did.
“That’s it, Chris~” She winked. “That’s your name, right? Nod if it is~”
And he does. He nods slowly, too paralyzed to even ask any more questions.
“Good boy. See, was that so hard? Relax, relax~” She sings so sweetly, her voice rich and provocative. Chris empties the space between them, walking forward with the invitation of her form. She sits down on the desk, legs spread, cock shuddering. Chris is stood between her legs as she runs a finger under his chin, her gloved finger feeling odd. It felt real but beyond real, like a hyper reality. It was as if you took something smooth and warm, and without raising the temperature or the softness you just maximized how much that level could feel. It overwhelmed him, made him shake, overstimulated by her existence. “Easy~ Eaaasy~” She sings, leaning forward to kiss him on the forehead.
His eyes narrow and his body relaxes. The kiss is calming beyond belief. He sighs gently. That makes Alice smile brighter. “Good boy~ Now c’mon, show me some sugar.” She guides his head to her cock, he falls to his knees. When his mouth opened he was urged by her hands. His tongue slowly rose until the tip touched her cock. That unreal feeling again rushed over him, making him swim in the absolute warmth of it.
She was warm and gentle, guiding him through it, but she never gave away an inch that she was able to take. He seemed nervous as the cock began to go down his throat. He tried to move away but her hands were squeezing through her hair, petting him lovingly and holding him firm in place, letting him adjust for comfort but not allowing any retreat.
“Don’t you wanna leave a happier life?” She sung. Chris was consumed in his growing lust, lost to the unreality of the scenario as a busty horny cartoon woman had taken him. “Imagine all this pain vanishing, never having to worry about anything but just havin’ fun and doing stuff like this~” She tugs him harder against her cock so he can feel it pulse. And those pulses go deep, making his whole body shudder and shake. “All you gotta do to live that happier life is keep going. Don’t stop. Harder~ If you want to be happier, go harder~”
And he did. He pushed forward all on his own until his lips nearly hit the base of the cock. He was surprising even himself. He slid back and forth, steadily riding that monster. Alice moaned, filling the air with lustful song that made his ears tingle like an incredible song, goosebumps rising down his neck.
Her voice rose to a crescendo, hollering out in ectasy. And she came, gushing out a hearty fountain! Chris swallowed, surprising by how much there was. He tugged his mouth back and coughed, some of the seed spilling into his hands. He stared. It was black.
“Don’t like my ink, sweetie?” She giggled. “I’m a cartoon, what were you expecting?”
“I… I don’t know what I was expecting…” His voice felt odd. “What is happening to me? Am I…?” He shuddered as his hair began to blot and turn black, slowly turning more blobby and stylized, growing longer. A lump grew beneath his shirt, swelling up and dying the front around the orb black. Soon another was growing, but at a slower pace. “S-sooo goooood~ Oh fuuuck~ That feels sooo… Hrggggh~” He could barely control himself as a similar growing bulge was pushing out against his pants, swelling bigger and bigger. “More… I need more! I NEED MORE!!!”
He threw himself at that cock again, jerking it off like a thirsty fool. Alice just smiled down at him, content and even a little bit smug, as if it was all going according to her plan. His hands began to swell as the globs of ink rolling down Alice’s cock touched them, bloating them into cartoon gloves just like the pair she had on. Chris suddenly felt how damn amazing it was. Her hands were now better suited to feel this hyper reality that Alice exuded, flesh made compatible and just as unreal as the source. Nothing had ever made him happier, this happiness and joy he felt so unrealistic and all powerful like someone held the 9 key on the value field. Nothing could ever hope to compare to the consuming addiction that was Alice.
She came again. Chris threw his head down, suckling up every drop of cum. His waist began to squeeze, all that mass moving down to spread his hips and fatten his ass until it was bouncy and huge. His head broke away and looked up, revealing his full lips, womanly eyes, and gorgeous face. She licked her lips clean of the ink. For some reason she expected a terrible flavor, but despite that it didn’t taste of anything. It only felt really good.
At some point that huge bulge had emerged, revealing a fat leaking cock easily matching Alice’s size. Chris reached down, grasping that girthy pole and slowly rubbing it up and down. Chris stood up and turned around, revealing her new fat ass. She spread her cheeks and offered herself up. “C-C’mon doll~ Mind giving a gal some real pleasure?”
“I was waitin’ for ya to ask!” Alice stood up, flicking her halo teasingly before giving Chris’s wobbly rear a firm smack, watching it wobble where it was struck. “Not a bad look for ya at all. You look like a real dynamite gal now~”
“Thanks sugar~” Chris laughed. “Now stop making me wait and put that dynamite stick in till ya blow!” The pair laughed with tones so equal it sounded like an echo. Alice slapped forward, plowing her cock deep inside. Back and forth, an even noisy spree. They had to adjust so Chris could grasp onto her old desk, squeezing for support.
Every push made Chris’s cock pulse and spill more ink onto the floor. Alice was relentless but Chris could keep up. She didn’t feel pain anymore, only this wild insane pleasure that would’ve fried her brain before but now was just incredible.
“Just one more touch I was forgetting~” Alice snickered. She came inside, bloating Chris’s stomach with her seed. A tiny blob appeared above Chris’s head and bloated instantly like a balloon. A small halo hovered above her head, completing her transformation. She snickered.
“Two Alices almost seems like overkill~” She teased.
“Oh it might be, but when was I ever known to show mercy?~”
They both laughed as the former Chris nodded. “So we’re gonna spread this around right? Paint the town Alice?”
“You’re absolutely right we’re gonna. And we’re gonna start with wherever your closest fan is. Surely they’ll appreciate two horny gals who need a place to unload and unwind.”
“Oh I’m sure they would~”
And they left. The light flicked off in Chris’s room.