With Roger satisfied - at least for a short while -, Jessica faced the daunting task of stuffing her cum-filled upper body back into her dress. This was a nigh-impossible challenge, and for a full half-hour, she pulled up the red fabric and pushed down on her bloated tits with all of her strength but without the slightest sign of progress. It was only when her toon body had assimilated most of the semen forcibly pumped into her, flattening her stomach and shrinking her breasts back to their nevertheless huge size, that she was able to get dressed more or less decently. Jessica rushed out the door before Roger, whose massive shaft had begun stiffening again, got carried away once more by his insatiable lust for her.
The Rabbits lived in a small cottage away from the ever busy, ever noisy and ever silly downtown Toontown, but close enough to the heart of the bustling animated city to be within walking distance of a Toontown Tram stop. Jessica rode the tram almost every day, as it took her all the way to the human world and only two blocks away from the Ink & Paint Club, where she sang for a human audience only slightly less enticed than male toons by her generously drawn curves.
Of course, thanks to Roger's impromptu humping, she had missed her usual tram, and the following one too. The sun was setting already, and she was due on stage early in the night. She'd be late, very late for her show, unless...
"Hey, Jessica!"
Unless Benny the cab showed up right on time.
"Hello Benny."
"Oh ho! Jess! What a coincidence! Here I was, daydreaming about going on vacation... You know how much I like beach balls and nice big juicy watermelons... But with the money I make, I think I'll be content with bowling! I sure love to handle those big, round, heavy... well, you get the idea!"
And Benny burst out in a raucous laughter. Jessica rolled her eyes, nonplussed. Benny was a small stout yellow car, whom Roger found irresistibly funny, but who was quite rough around the edges, a fact that became most apparent when Jessica was alone with him. Loud, noisy and vulgar jokes about her breasts made up most of their one-sided conversation. But what he lacked in etiquette, he more than made up in speed...
"Always the gentleman, Benny," said Jessica with dripping sarcasm.
"Say, you don't happen to need to get somewhere fast, by any chance?"
"As a matter of fact, I do."
Benny's grin doubled in size.
"Then hop in, toots !" he joyfully said. The driver's door opened and Jessica took place in the taxi. "Alright doll, here we go!"
Jessica braced herself, not so much for the chaotic ride ahead as for the long string of obscenities Benny was sure to direct her way in what passed for subtle innuendo in his deranged version of small talk.
This time again, the cab didn't disappoint. The ride was hectic, filled with countless near-misses, reckless off-road shortcuts and hair-rising stunts... and it was also laced with crude and base jokes about her body.
"Hey Jess! Next time you need a ride, flag me down the way we cars do... Flash me!"
"You know, Jess, I like to have you in me... but I'd like it even more the other way around!"
"Woha, Jess! The night has fallen! Look at those two huge hooters!"
"Double airbags! Now that'd be a clever security feature, don't you think?"
"You know, Jess, small cars aren't top heavy... Oops! Looks like I am now!"
"If you feel like changing place, mind the shift stick! It's a great place to sit!"
Jessica neither answered nor reacted to the barrage of offensive remarks. It would have been useless anyway: the only thing Benny liked more than to heckle her was to have her become indignant. He found it endlessly amusing, as if a lady with big tits being offended to be told time and time again she has big tits was of the utmost absurdity.
They got to the human world in record time, but as soon as the Ink & Paint Club was in sight, Benny slowed down dramatically.
"Hey, Jessica, listen... listen..." The cab's lights flickered nervously and his voice suddenly took a much more serious tone. "There's that little alley I know, not far from here, very quiet place... What say we go there and you show me those huuuuuuuuuuge fat titties of yours, uh? Then you bend over and I do you hard from behind for a half-hour or two, uh? How about that? I'll slash tonight's fare by 10%."
Jessica's voice turned as ice cold as her gaze.
"Drop me off, Benny. I'll walk the rest of the way."
"Ok... 15% off!"
"Drop. Me. Off."
Grumbling, the small car stopped by the sidewalk. Jessica exited slowly and proudly.
"Thanks for the ride, Benny. How much do-"
"Ah, forget it Jess, snapped the taxi. I'm a cab, I drive people around."
He sped up suddenly and, just as he turned the corner, he yelled back :
"I wouldn't know what to charge a dairy cow!"
Jessica sighed. She was neither shocked nor outraged at Benny's odious proposal. That a car wanted to fuck her didn't surprise her in the least. Toons being toons, she had had to fend off advances from all kinds of beings: animals, plants, vegetables, machines, even buildings and fire hydrants. Anything she walked by in Toontown was likely to whistle at her or to engage in much more explicit forms of courtship. At least, in the human world, only male humans would approach her with such intents, and even then, most didn't dare do more than ogle her chest.
Jessica started towards the nearby Ink & Paint Club.
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