Jessica walked briskly on the sidewalk, though not as fast as she could have. She knew better: as experience had taught her a long time ago, in the toon world, a massive chest is a bouncy chest, and hers being particularly colossal meant that a careless trot could give it more than enough impetus to rebound all the way up to her face.
Roger's selfish use of her body was already forgotten, for she had a much more pressing matter on her mind. Times were tough, and she was lucky enough to have a good job as a performer at the Ink & Paint Club. But her boss had let her know in no uncertain terms that there were many curvy and seductive female toons that were dying to get a turn on stage, and that he wouldn't hesitate to replace her with "another pair of singing tits-on-heels" (as he had tastefully put it) should she skip a show or otherwise hurt his club's reputation. And though her beloved husband hadn't meant to do anything other than derive pleasure from the use of her delicious body, he had made her miss her usual tram, and she feared getting to the club in time would take nothing short of a miracle.
Jessica's mind was racing. The Rabbits lived in ToonTown, but away from the busiest, noisiest and craziest parts of the infamous toon city. However, she worked in the human world, much too far away to walk, and they didn't own a car, as Roger was prone to drive anything more difficult to handle than a shopping cart up the nearest tree, and as for Jessica... well, one can't drive if one's own body shields the whole dashboard from one's eyes. So Jessica had learned to rely on public transportation. The tram was, by far, her favorite. It was cheap and always on time, but most of all, it was spacious, and she never had to endure strangers, toons and humans alike, pressing around her from all side, squashing her breasts so hard (often harder than was strictly necessary) she could barely breathe. The bus came around more often, but it was too often crowded and the ride was much more bumpy which, for the same reason she dared not run, always made her uncomfortable at best.
As she got closer to both the tram stop and the bus stop, she realized she had to make a choice. Neither mass transit option was likely to get to the club in time, but she had to try, and hope for a miracle. |