request for jessica rabbit inflation story

I know of just one but I would love to see another.

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JESSICA's JEALOUSY
Concept by Uncle Woody
Realized and Idealized by Alec Deluxe_____________________
The perpetually happy couple of Roger and Jessica Rabbit walked hand-in-hand down the streets of Toontown, as Roger regaled her with tales of his latest film exploits, which often involved things going boom in his face. It was at a crucial moment in the tale when Roger, failing to see the banana peel left behind by a typically careless Donald Duck, stepped on the comedy staple and fell promptly on his back, cartoon stars dancing around his head.
"Darling!" shouted Jessica to her husband. "Tell me you didn't hurt your widdle-biddle body!"
"Never better, my honey-covered, sugar-frosted sweetheart!" Roger lied, the stars having taken the shape of dancing girls with canes and top hats as they circled his head.
Roger would of course quickly recover; but at that moment, who should come around the corner but the Tex Avery Showgirl, who, with predictable comic timing, slipped on the very same banana peel and landed chest-first onto Roger's face, her massive animated bosoms flattening his cartoon head.
"Excuse ME, Mr. Rabbit!" said the Showgirl, rising above Roger, whose face still showed two large breast-prints on his face.
"Think nothing of it, my dear!" said Roger cheerfully, yet feebly, from his position on the sidewalk.
The Showgirl walked off, her massive chest bouncing along in tune with her swaggering hips.
"Hmmph!" said Jessica Rabbit as she watched the Showgirl leave. "I saw how you were looking at that Showgirl's chest!"
Roger sat up and shook his head, causing the sound of clattering pans and rolling marbles. "It's not like I could help it, love of my life! She tripped and—"
"Yes, I know you couldn't help it," said Jessica dismissively. "Because you're a man, and you like big breasts. I always thought my breasts were big enough for you, but they're not, are they?"
"Don't be silly, my double-D jugs of love!" said Roger, stretching out his arms to show how well her breasts measured up. "You know I love your—"
"Well, I'm not just a woman, you know!" said Jessica. "I'm a cartoon, and I can make my breasts as big as I want to be!"
Roger began to protest, but Jessica had already gone into Cartoon Listening Mode, which compelled her to disregard any contrary dialogue until a gag had been played out. She inhaled deeply, sucking in so much air that a nearby tree began to tilt in her direction. They she blew—but stuck her thumb in her mouth so all the air was blown back into her.
And in the blink of an eye, Jessica Rabbit's already enormous breasts doubled in size, stretching out her tight dress even further. Like all cartoon actions, this one was accompanied with sound effects—in this case, the sound of a bass drum and low-sounding horns with made a "dum!" sound as her breasts shot forward.
Roger's eyes shot out of his sockets, becoming the size of saucers as a car horn went A-WOOOOG-AH!!
"There! Are they big enough now?!" Jessica asked.
"Sugar bumps, let's talk about this—!"
"Still just want to talk, eh?" said Jessica, fuming. "They must not be big enough yet! I'll make ‘em bigger, honey! I'll make them bigger than any you've ever seen! They'll be bigger than anything, ever! Maybe bigger than the world!"
Roger went on to protest, but his cries were drowned out by the sound effects—"DUM!"— as Jessica took another breath, puffing until her face went red, and her breasts doubled in size again, each breast now easily the size of a Buick.
"Darling!" cried Roger. "Puh-puh-puh-puh-pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeese!"
"You want them even BIGGER?!" she yelled, now totally enraged. She took a deep breath and puffed and puffed and puffed. The background music went "dum... dum... dum... dum!" Her breasts grew... and grew... and grew... and grew!
Her breasts were now each the size of buildings, and other cartoon characters began scampering for safety. "Are they big enough now? Or should I make them bigger—like this?!" She puffed again harder and harder! Her breasts swelled like two giant parade balloons, knocking over trees and buildings as they inflated fuller and fuller.
The background music struggled to keep up with her, playing faster: "Dum, dum, dum, dum, dum, dum, dum—!"
Roger, now panicking, raced around in a circle for a few moments before he grabbed the corner of the screen and pulled up the scenery to reveal the orchestra sitting behind the set. "Stop playing!" Roger begged them. "You're only encouraging her to blow up bigger!"
"Don't look at us!" said the first violinist. "We're just the background musicians! You think we want to have to work this hard?!"
Roger dropped the screen back into place and ran up to his wife, who seemed now oblivious to everything but the act of increasing her bust. "Don't blow up anymore, darling!" Roger shouted. "I'm going for help!" And Roger raced off wildly and clumsily to seek aid, getting into several wild exploits. I'd tell you about them, but I'm more interested in Jessica's breasts, which she continued to blow larger and larger and larger! Her breasts now took up several city blocks of Toontown, and she still blew them bigger! Bigger! BIGGER!!
The music struggled to keep up, speeding up as her size swelled and swelled. "Dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum...!!"
Her breasts grew to the size of mountains. And still she blew. They grew so large they blotted out the sky, causing the moon to put on his hat and skip to the other side of the planet. But she still blew and blew and blew and blew...!!
"Dumdumdum dumdumdum dumdumdum dumdumdum dumdumdum!!"
Her breasts flattened all of Toontown, causing all the cartoons, even the supposedly inanimate ones like cars and houses, to grow legs and head for the real world. But her breasts still managed to flatten a considerable amount of the population. Mickey Mouse didn't even run as he saw Jessica's expanding breasts coming his way. He just smiled as the giant breasts ballooned over him, squishing him to the ground with their massive size. Several cartoon hearts emanated from Mickey's compressed figure and a grin would be affixed to his face for weeks.
"Dumdumdumdumdumdumdumdumdumdumdumdumdumdumdumdumdum!!" The music swelled and swelled, trying desperately to convey the awesome inflation of Jessica's breasts, now the size of small planets! The orchestra played faster, faster, faster! But even as the violins began to smoke from the friction, they still had to play even faster to keep up with Jessica's breasts which still ballooned and ballooned and BALLOONED into the sky! Bigger! Faster! BIGGER! FASTER!
BIGGER!!!
FASTER!!!
BIGGER!!!
FASTER!!!
The bass drum began a drum roll, gaining speed and volume, sounding like approaching thunder, as if preparing for a spectacular finish. It grew louder and faster, louder and faster, Jessica's breasts shaking and trembling as if reaching the point of no return...!!
And then she stopped blowing.
The orchestra screeched to a halt, and the silence was deafening.
The two giant, planet-sized orbs that were Jessica Rabbit's breasts, trembled gently, as if daring her to take just one more breath.
Then Roger ran into the scene, wearing a sailor's outfit and a bucket on one foot, covered entirely with pink polka dots (don't ask!). "Hold on, sugar booger! I'm coming!" He ran straight toward his wife, only to come to a screeching halt, leaving smoke and burnt feet marks trailing behind him. His jaw dropped literally to the sidewalk as he looked up at Jessica's breasts.
He could not even see where they ended. Each was so large that they went endlessly into the horizon and filled every pocket of the sky.
Roger peeped: "mother."
The sweaty, nervous bass drummer accidentally dropped his drumstick.
The drum went: "dum."
And Jessica's breasts went...

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!

The explosion was so massive it propelled Jessica backward into her husband, and the two flew around the planet several times, Roger screaming all the way, until they finally landed back, somewhat conveniently, in Toontown, at exactly the same street corner, although all the nearby buildings had been demolished. Flattened cartoon characters were everywhere, and Yosemite Sam shouted out some rude remarks—probably along the lines of "friggin fraggin"—but no one could hear, because everyone's ears were ringing for miles.
Jessica cried as she looked at the gaping holes in her chest. "Don't cry, dear!" Roger pleaded with her. "I can afford to get you re-drawn with the money from my last picture!"
Jessica sniffed and wiped away the tears. "Oh, darling, you're fabulous! But let's get me drawn REALLY big this time, okay?"
"Sure, honey," he said, taking her hand as they walked off into the horizon. "Oy vey, I can't wait till this fershlugginer episode is over so I can go back to reading Chaucer."
"Honey, don't break character! The mike's still on," Jessica pointed out.
"Ah, fuck me!" Roger said, flipping the director the finger.

Hmmm... I may take a crack at this sometime in the next few days. I've always had a major weak spot for Jessica, and my talents seem best suited to simple, often cartoony premises. I've never actually tried using Jessica Rabbit as a subject before - I'll admit, the very idea feels a little intimidating - but it might be fun to try. ^_^

Well, in all honestly, Jessica - by her very nature - lends herself to a bit of cheesyness. She's a Toon after all, and Toons tend to be exaggerated in everything they do. That's part of what makes it fun. Personally, the hardest part for me is tackling her inner-monologue - figuring out how she thinks and how she's liable to react to certain, out-of-the-ordinary circumstances. That's the real challenge, I find.

On that note - I was wondering if anyone had any suggestions or ideas for the Jessica story? I've got a couple of loose plot ideas of my own, but I find I often have trouble getting into the 'toon' mindset - overthinking motivations and the 'believability' of the setup.

If anyone has any situations or themes they'd like to see applied to Jessica in this story, I'd be happy to hear them. ^_^

Personally, I would love to see any Jessica inflation story BUT a blueberry.

If you'd like to keep it in character, the trick might be to make Jessica play another character altogether. Jessica was the star of several shorts (Tummy Trouble, Roller Coaster Rabbit and Trail Mix-Up); perhaps something could go wrong on the set of one of one of the others she likely starred in that we have never seen. She was a park ranger and a nurse; what other characters has she played in the unseen archive of Maroon Cartoons?

Why not work all of them? Maybe you can write it as her writing on her diary, talking about her inflation experiences. Maybe she never had a cartoon mishap, and its a new experience for her; but she wonders if theres any coincidence why she has had so many inflation mishaps lately. And the end she can stop writing, and then have another inflation mishap in the present XD

Actually, on your comment to my idea, you only proved its difficult, not that it is "unnecessary".

Sorry, bad word choice :oops:

I'm with you 100% on this. One of my favorite parts of the cartoon at the beginning of WFRR was the way ordinary household objects (vacuum, ironing board, drawer of knives etc.) conspired to give Roger a hard time. I try to write my stories in the same spirit, setting them in a mostly-realistic world where accidents happen for logical reasons. Maybe that's why the idea of slow blowback doesn't work in my head. Unfortunately, I'm just not that good a writer, so I sometimes end up relying on arbitrary crutches like helium capsules, pneumatic dusting wands, ultra-thin yet super-tough skintight bodysuits, and such.

If you think you can make blowback work by slowing down subjective time, I'd love to see it! This sort of device just wouldn't work for me; I can't write too much descriptive prose without getting repetitive, so I have to focus on how my characters react to the inflation to keep the story moving.

i thought this would be kinda cool. i dont think i have seen or read about a blueberry jessica yet. the 1971 idea would be also be awesome.