The Whitney Wolf Show!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“You sure this thing can't wait til tomorrow Bea?” asked Joslin as she ambled, half asleep, down the stairs. Every step sent her massive chest bobbing as… fresh out of the shower, she hadn't bothered to put on a bra just yet. “I was due for a date with my pillow tonight. I'm pretty beat.”
 
 
“Nooooo…” Beatrice whined in a nasally voice, as she had a tendency to do when her heart was set on something. Right now the nerdy girl was absolutely set on showing her best friend her latest invention, and nothing short of a natural disaster would put her off on it. “Tomorrow I might not have the same thignal thtrength. Then it juth wouldn't work!” What was more, which the amateur engineer didn't want to admit, the way she'd caught her friend fresh out of the shower was couldn't have been timed more perfectly. She appreciated every little jiggle Joslin's body gave, simultaneously marveling at her friend's genetics, and cursing her own.
 
 
Whereas Joslin was a moderately tall girl, boasting a tendency for any added weight to go straight to her tits and ass, Beatrice was a positively skinny little twig, without so much as a bump on her ribs to show her femininity. While Jos had appealingly perfect teeth, Bea had never quite grown into her adult teeth, even a decade later, resulting in a bit of a buck toothed grin that she constantly wore rather nervously. The nerdy girl adjusted her wide rimmed glasses to get a better look at her friend.
 
 
Joslin was the kind of girl who made a few dozen extra pounds look good, with wide hips and a positively milky looking bosom. Her bobbed brown hair managed to strike a razor's edge balance between playful and serious, as compared to Bea's own lazy blonde ponytail. Of course Joslin's plus beauty didn't stop bullies from finding every opportunity to mock the both of them. This had partially been what drew them together, despite their wildly different personalities.
 
 
It had been a camaraderie that helped them survive highschool, in fact, and though Joslin didn't have the foggiest idea, Bea had developed more than a little bit of… attraction to her. The girl vested a good portion of her self worth on what Joslin thought of her, and Joslin's patient reactions to her inventions, which were lucky to turn on half the time, were all that kept her going.
 
 
For Joslin's part, she took stock of the dimly lit, underground workshop once again. Every time, Beatrice rearranged the place to better fit whatever project she'd been obsessed with, and every time, it looked like a brand new Frankenstein's lab of unkowable devices. Today, a massive, antiquated tube TV hung from one of the corners, while a console full of a variety of analogue devices rested ominously underneath it.
 
 
“Bea?” Joslin's voice shifted into a very uncertain droop. “Are you sure this is safe? A lot of this stuff looks older than we are…”
 
 
Bea rolled her eyes. “Ith it thafe, she askth.” she replied, before smacking the console heartily. The resultant spark didn't exactly instill confidence. “Well.. frankly… no. B-but it can't be digital.” The girl adjusted her glasses again. “Digital ith too… logical. For the machine to work, it jus hath to be analogue.”
 
 
Joslin slowly walked about the room, her eyes jumping from one alien-looking component to another. “Isn't uhh… Isn't logic kinda a big part of science?” she asked distractedly.
 
 
“Ordinarily yeth…” began Beatrice. “But thith ith undoubtedly the biggetht dithcovery in the hithtory of modern thienth!”
 
 
Joslin couldn't help but smile. Bea definitely had a sort of… infectious enthusiasm about her. Especially when she got like this.
 
 
“Okay. I'll bite.” the bigger girl responded. “Just what kind of discovery are you talking about.”
 
 
Beatrice took a deep breath, then proceeded to talk faster than Joslin was able to keep up with initially. The fact that she had a tendency to avoid proper punctuation only made it harder.
 
 
“You thee… I've dithcovered a way to acceth entirely different realitieth and what'th more I'm pretty thure I know how to thend people there and the thing ith… that theeth other realitieth have entirely different lawth of phythicth, tho we can't get caught up in thomething like logic!”
 
 
Joslin's head spun, just from trying to put that mess of a sentence together alone. “Different… realities?” She knew Beatrice had made outlandish claims like this before. The last time she discovered an ‘alternate reality’ it had turned out that she'd forgotten that she'd left a powerful magnet in her closet. Still, Joslin humored her, and gave a long whistle. “What kind of alternate reality are we talking about?”
 
 
“Loadth of different oneth!” Bea answered, barely giving Joslin time to finish asking her question. “And whatth betht about it all… ith that they're all… on TV! Only broadcatht TV though…” She looked a bit disappointed. That'th part of why only analogue tech workth…
 
 
“Aww… well… I'm sure you'll still be able to find something fun to watch.”
 
 
“Not jutht watch…” the nerd corrected. “We can go there… all on our own! We can go into cartoon worldth! H-here! I'll show you!” She then indicated to a rather warped looking metal platform that was surrounded by an ungodly amount of coiled wire. “J-jutht tell me… what kind of cartoon you'd like to go into!”
 
 
Joslin took a deep sigh. She wasn't fond of the idea of letting Beal use her as a guinea pig. One time, when she gave in, she became convinced she was a giant bullfrog for an entire day, making an absolute fool of herself. Still… Bea was giving ‘those eyes’ and to be honest, this all seemed so outlandish, even for her, that there was no way it could actually go anywhere.
 
 
“Ohhhhhh… fine…” Joslin thought for a moment, then chuckled to herself. “Put me in a reverse harem sort of anime I guess, with lots of cute guys~” With that, she somewhat trepidatiously stepped onto the platform… and gave Bea a knowing nod…
 
 
With that, the nerd took a deep, steeling breath, and proceeded to turn several dials on the console at the same time. Shortly after, she gave a frustrated grumble, and turned the knobs a bit more harshly. She stared angrily at the screen for several long moments, as if showing it how frustrated she was would change its mind somehow, then gave a nervous smile in Joslin's direction.
 
 
Joslin had seen that smile before. It was the “Everything's going good. Don't worry.” sort of smile. Usually that meant nothing was good, and there was cause for worry.
 
 
“Hey uh… Bea? We can wait to do this another time if you're not ready…” offered the bigger girl.
 
 
“Nonono! It’th all good Jos! Thtay put!” Bea quickly waved her hand in Joslin's direction, patting the air in a “sit down” gesture, which Joslin obeyed against her better judgment.
 
 
In fact, Beatrice had been furiously scrolling through the channels to find an anime to fit her friend's requests, but had been coming up empty. Broadcast TV was indeed dying, and the fact that her lab was technically underground, meant that she was only getting the most barebones of local channels. Gradually her face turned bright red, as she felt pressured to do… something. Maybe she'd have to forego Joslin's request in favor of something less… specific.
 
 
After a bit of finagling, and swatting antennae, Beatrice eventually found an antiquated, but quaint looking cartoon, where a large family of anthropomorphic pigs were lounging happily in a farm. One female pig in particular, a strangely cute thing with long eyelashes and purple eyeshadow, was being doted on by at least six other, male pigs. Everyone present was clad in of fashioned jeans, and plaid shirts and… all around it just seemed to be a sweet, friendly show. It wasn't exactly what Joslin requested but… it was pretty close. Right? Besides. This was just meant to be a test. No need to be exact just yet…
 
 
Satisfied that it was enough, Beatrice reached over to the far side of her console, and flipped a somewhat ominous looking lever. Instantly Joslin felt her hair stand on end, as the air around her suddenly felt staticky. Fuzzy.
 
 
“Uhhhh… Bea?” Joslin tried to step forward, but felt her feet firmly glued to the platform beneath her. “Th-this reeeaaally doesn't feel safe!”
 
 
Beatrice tapped her ear, trying to tell her friend that she couldn't hear her over the electrical sparking that was filling the air just above them.
 
 
“Bea I'm serious!” Joslin futilely tried to raise her voice all the more. “Let's stop it before…”
 
 
Suddenly there was a flash of bright light, and Joslin felt utterly light headed for what seemed like a brief eternity, before the world around her finally began to take shape again.
 
 
It was bright… unreasonably bright. Had she passed out and woken up on an operating table? No… The gentle breeze that blew over her face suggested she was outside. Maybe… Beatrice had taken her out for some fresh air?
 
 
It took a solid minute for the girl to finally open her eyes, to be greeted with the sight of a sky that was… far, far too blue, and grass beneath her that was positively, unrealistically, consistently verdant. In the distance Joslin could see a bright red, old fashioned barn that seemed to lean unrealistically to one side yet didn't collapse. This all couldn't be real, could it? Had Bea's insane little invention… actually worked?
 
 
***
 
 
On the other side, Beatrice stared at the screen, absolutely dumbfounded. She too, was shocked that not only had her transporter worked, but had worked the first time, no less. Beyond that though something else had captured her attention, and was holding it hostage while the girl stood there, slack-jawed.
 
 
The girl on TV right now was unmistakably Joslin, but… She'd left a little something in the real world… and gained a few things in return. Beatrice could see every article of Joslin's clothing, crumpled atop the platform, with her delicate panties and massive bra on top of it all.
 
 
And… since her clothes were all still here…
 
 
***
 
 
Joslin felt another gust of wind lightly buffet her body. It wasn't all that uncomfortable, but it was strangely omnipresent… touching her all over. For the first time since arriving here, Joslin looked down at herself to examine what her friends machine had done to her… and her heart quickly sank into the pit of her stomach.
 
 
She couldn't easily see past her enormous bust, but she could easily tell that her shirt was completely gone. Her pert nipples jutted out, cartoonishly bigger than they'd already been in the real world. What was more, as she went cross eyed to look, she noticed that her nose was… not… right. It was bigger… rounder… and as she reached up to feel it… flatter than before. Joslin couldn't help but reach back to feel her backside. Expectedly, but still shockingly, there was a decisive lack of fabric, and the cherry on top of her humiliation was that… just above her plump rump… there was an adorably humiliating curled tail…
 
 
Lastly, she reached up to feel the top of her head. Thankfully her hair was still there… right alongside two floppy, pointed ears. There was no mistaking it. She was some sort of pig girl now. Joslin's world began to spin. This all had to be a dream. It just had to be!
 
 
***
 
 
Beatrice swallowed hard. Joslin was not going to be too happy when all this was over… understandably. All the same… the pleasantly plush girl really did make an adorable cartoon pig. An adorable… sexy, cartoon pig girl, who was now helplessly nude in front of her.
 
 
Of course she would do everything in her power to bring her best friend back but… there was nothing… particularly wrong with enjoying the sights while she worked… After all, it wasn't like she… planned for this to happen…
 
 
Beatrice reached for her journal nearby, never once taking her eyes off the screen, and proceeded to flip through the pages for her notes. Finding it hard to comprehend what she was reading without… looking at it however, she finally relented and faced down at the old journal for a moment.
 
 
***
 
 
“B-beatrice?” she called out, panic rising in her tone with every second. “You gotta send me back! N-now! She looked into the sky, hoping to see some… giant floating screen or… something to that effect. In truth she didn’t know if her friend could even still see or hear her. Was this… the same cartoon that was being broadcast or was… it something different? Just based on the cartoon she’d been sent into. Could other people see her? The thought caused a lump to form in her throat that took her several seconds to be able to swallow. She continued to look up, spinning around for any sign or… message from above, but there was nothing. “Please?”
 
Joslin had been so caught up in her desperation that she didn’t realize… the scene she’d been creating had drawn more… local attention. In the distance, a rather silly looking sheep boy was staring with hypnotized attention. Steam poured from his ears as he tried to grip his own head to turn it away, with zero success. It was as though a vice clamped his eyes to stare lustfully at her, and his erratic behavior was quickly drawing a crowd of sheep, roosters, and yes… pigs. All of them anthropomorphic and intelligent…
 
 
Then again, perhaps not intelligent. More along the lines of… barely sentient. It was only when they began whistling and applauding loudly that Joslin finally took notice. The poor girl could only yelp in humiliation, and reach over her massive chest to try and cover her body.
 
 
“BeeeaaaeeEEAAA!” she then cried out, a bit more desperately, yet… more frustrated than truly angry.
 
 
At that time, the crowd nearly doubled in size, as the men were joined by female cartoon animals, who seemed… decidedly less than happy at what their men were gawking at. In inhumanly synchronized fashion, each of them grabbed an ear and tugged hard stretching the helpless men’s body like rubber, before they finally snapped back into shape.
 
 
“Ack! P-patricia!” The pig boy gave his girl a guilty grin that stretched, quite literally, from ear to ear. “You know I only have eyes for you… right?” he insisted.
 
 
Patricia didn’t seem convinced. She quickly raised her free hand to the side, causing her man to flinch pathetically… before bringing a perfectly manicured hand down to smack him harshly. So harshly that… the character’s head was absolutely flat as a pancake as she dragged him off for what was sure to be much more punishment.
 
 
Joslin herself had turned a bright shade of red that she never even knew could be possible in all this. That settled it, she was in no cute harem anime. Rather, she’d been placed into some… mid-twentieth century cartoon, and she’d already made quite the show…
 
 
***
 
 
Only when Patricia Pig showed up on screen did something click in Beatrice’s head. She’d thought the exaggerated, round art style, that Joslin had appeared in was familiar, but she couldn’t quite place it until now. This was the Whitney Wolf Show. A Tom and Jerry knockoff that was popular around the fifties and sixties, but faded somewhat from the public eye after that. Like most cartoons from that era, it was formulaic and repetitive, but never quite got old really. It was like cartoon comfort food. Everybody knew what to expect the moment it started, and that was okay really.
 
 
A typical episode revolved around Whitney Wolf, the primary antagonist, showing up to Patricia’s farm and trying to kidnap either her or her boyfriend to cook up in some extravagant feast, only to be thwarted by Patricia’s indomitable wit and ironclad cartoon armor. Naturally, Whitney would always dream up overly elaborate Rube Goldberg machine, or other complicated scheme to lure one of the pigs into her clutches, only to be thwarted time and time again. No matter what wild plan the lupine villainess could come up with, Patricia always managed to escape or rescue her empty headed lover at the very last minute. There was plenty of painful looking slapstick, and the characters could endure things that would have absolutely stopped a real world denizen in their tracks. In fact the only time a character actually was “killed” in the show, was a Thanksgiving special, where Patricia and Whitney set aside their differences to nab and cook a plump looking turkey girl. Or at least… that’s what most people assumed. The episode cut out with the poor bird getting shoved into the oven, still squirming.
 
Looking up from her notes to enjoy the sight of her friend’s vulnerably naked body, the girl was suddenly struck with the question. If Patricia had come and gone already… where was Whitney?
 
 
As if on queue, an iris end killed the current scene, much to Beatrice’s disappointment. That meant Joslin was no longer on camera for now. Instead, the show jumped to Whitney. It's secondary character, against a wooded background, near a ramshackle looking cabin. The kind of place a redneck hoodlum might be expected to be found in. The furry girl was pouting pathetically, rubbing her growling belly. The attractive looking gray wolf girl was much taller than the other characters, and her long black hair was currently in a ragged state as she pulled her shirt up to reveal a surrealistically emaciated belly, on which the outline of her ribs and spine were clearly visible. Unrealistically, when she pulled her shirt back down, suddenly her form was more traditionally hourglass, with wide, berthing hips were only exceeded in size by Patricia’s. The wolf was considerably busty as well, though she couldn’t hold a candle at all to Joslin’s new form. The cartoon was from a time when showmakers weren’t quite as concerned with political correctness, and children weren’t the first audience in mind. It was bizarre to think what broadcasters could get away with, back then, and it was concerning to think what might happen to her friend if she couldn’t get back…
 
 
—
 
 
Joslin, following another transition, remained frozen in place for what seemed like several minutes. A dark, intensely shaded shadow had formed over her face when she realized that she’d been publicly humiliated like this in front of the whole farm, but that was only the beginning. Where could she go? Certainly she wasn’t about to just… wander out into the fields naked like this. As if demanded by some benevolent… or cruel… writer goddess above, she looked to the side to see two sacks of potatoes, lying against one of the farm’s fence posts, glowing brightly as if to demonstrate divine salvation. The girl could only sigh heavily, before reaching to grab one of the bags and dump its contents onto the floor, before sliding the thing over her curvaceous body. To say that it was a tight fit was an understatement. Her breasts alone stretched the scratchy fabric to its absolute limits, in fact tearing conveniently (for the viewers) just above her cleavage. Joslin pulled the bag down harder and harder, until her head finally, and jarringly popped out of the seam at the bottom, now at the top, distorting vertically for a few seconds before finding it’s original shape again. Finally, with a bit of cartoon physics, she managed to just barely pull the bag over her thighs, covering herself… if only slightly, to some minute modicum of modesty. When she got home, she’d have to have a stern heart to heart with her friend, but for now, she had to see if anyone would help her.
 
 
Joslin could hear trumpets sound with low, repeating notes with every step she took towards the barn, conveying her frustration out loud, if anyone could hear it all. Her new… outfit had given her enough boldness to move at least, and she was on a mission. Once at the barn’s door, she steeled herself with a deep breath, and knocked loudly, only for a castle banner to suddenly unfold from the window above, proudly displaying that “This bastille will never be conquered! Predators leave now or face the consequences” That message was undoubtedly meant for some villain, but pinned to the bottom of the fabric placard was a small piece of paper. Joslin squinted and leaned forward to read the tiny writing. “Sluts also unwelcome.”
 
 
At this, the poor girl’s face went bright red? Slut? They were calling her a bimbo? But… it wasn’t her fault! Beatrice had been the one to mess up there. She wasn’t… like that!
 
 
Utterly embarrassed, and just a little angry, Joslin pounded on the door all the more. She wasn’t sure if it was her own feelings, or if being in this world had made her a little more hot-headed than usual, but she had a head to give everyone inside a piece of her mind. Calling her out like that.
 
 
In fact… Joslin was so worked up at the crowd of farm animals… that she completely failed to notice the lupine stalker slowly sauntering up behind her. A brass trumpet formed the soundtrack of the villainess's every slow step, but whether because she was so engrossed in her frustration, or because the music only manifested to the viewers, Joslin somehow failed to notice…
 
 
***
 
 
Back in the… so-called real world, Beatrice had both seen and heard the starving wolf approach, but no amount of calling out to her friend could made it through. Thankfully, just as it seemed Whitney would snatch Joslin up in the canvas bag she materialized, the screen faded into some sort of, chic cosmetic commercial.
 
 
Beatrice practically collapsed with relief. This gave her at least a little bit more time to pour over her data. enough time to learn that… in order to return, Joslin would need to find a similar device in the cartoon world. How she'd somehow forgotten all that before beginning was beyond her, and frankly she wasn't too keen to admit her failure. Especially to Joslin. How could she tell her best friend that she might have permanently trapped her in a bizarre alternate reality. No. Better to fix the problem first, then she could slowly break it to her after everything was back to normal. Joslin would surely be so happy to be back here that it would all blow over. Right?
 
 
While the nerd mulled this over, the last toothpaste ad finally ran its course, and she was treated to the sight of Joslin's still bare form, still huffing angrily at the door. Despite her best efforts to resist, Beatrice found her eyes once again glued to the screen in morbid curiosity. What… was going to happen to her friend? Naturally the pretty piggy always escaped in this show but… Joslin didn't exactly have a script.
 
 
Those same trumpets from earlier picked up once more, louder and louder with every inch closer the wolf grew until it was practically blasting out the old TV's speakers. At the same time, Joslin took a deep breath, and rocked her shoulders back and forth, gearing up for another bout of heavy pounding. Just as she was about to throw down however, Whitney made her move. In a single motion, she flung the inconsistently large bag over Joslin's head, causing it to take the form of the pleasantly plump girl, shocked expression included.
 
 
Just as the captive's muffled grunts of protest began to ring out, Whitney next tossed the sack, which had miraculously shrunk to a more reasonable size, over her shoulder. Joslin's panicked struggles didn't seem to deter the predator in the slightest as the screen pulled out, displaying the ridiculously large, singular step she took to arrive at the edge of the forest she'd come from.
 
 
“H-hey!” Joslin's voice was more confused than frightened, as she kicked and fought against the rough fabric that contained her. “What's the big idea?”
 
 
Whitney paused, in the middle of her next big step, as a bewildered look crossed her own face. “Well I'll be a human's aunt…” she began in a thick… Brooklyn accent. “That dun sound like Patricia…” Quickly, the wolf spun the sack around in front of her, and loosened it just enough to allow Joslin's head to pop out. “Who're you?”
 
 
Joslin's annoyed, pouty expression would have told even the most dense of lovers that she was upset at them. Let alone a complete stranger. “My name is Joslin!” she pointed out, sounding more than a bit peeved. “I don't know who you… or this Patricia is, but you'd better let me go! Right now!”
 
 
Whitney huffed slightly, then dropped the sack rather unceremoniously onto the ground, before she let her shoulder rest on Joslin's head. She then proceeded to tap her chin thoughtfully, while to Beatrice and any other viewers… a soft, comical flute riff played. Finally, she pointed upwards, as a lightbulb magically appeared over her head.
 
 
“Sorry sweethaht. No can do.” the wolf finally answered, just before the lightbulb died and fell, hitting her n the head. “Yeouch!” She reached up to rub her offended noggin with one hand, while grabbing the bag with the other. “Patricia always beats me up when I try ta eat ‘er. You dun look like you'd ‘ave an ounce of fight in ya.”
 
 
Joslin felt something begin to gnaw in the pit of her stomach, and grunted as she was tossed against the predator's back once again. “E-eat… her?” she repeated.
 
 
“I mean… duh.” the wolf replied. “What else to you's think someone like me is gonna do wif pigs?”
 
 
Joslin had never been more painfully aware of her new form since she'd arrived her. “N-now hold on…” she begged softly. “Wh-what if I told you… I'm not a pig.”
 
 
Whitney's head spun around a hundred-and-eighty degrees, as she took a good long look at her captive's face. She didn't seem convinced. “Nice try hun, but if it looks like a pig… an’ sounds like a pig… ah'm pretty sure it's a pig.” she then said before starting on her way again.
 
 
“N-no really!” Joslin insisted. “M-my friend! She made a machine that could send me into cartoons and…”
 
 
Whitney approached her little cabin while Joslin rambled on. Looking none too impressed by the girl's outlandish explanation. “What do ya fink I am? Stupid?” she asked as she threw the sack onto the nearby table once inside. One of only three bits of furniture besides a comically large oven to one side, and a tiny bed on the other. “If dis was a cartoon, could I do… dis?”
 
 
Whitney then proceeded to grab a cleaver from the table, and take a swing at her own neck. In an instant, her head was cleanly gone, only for it to spontaneously pop back into existence, as though she'd hidden it in her neck.
 
 
“Th-that's only something you can do in cartoons!” Joslin insisted. “Please! You have to believe me!”
 
 
“Oi oi oi…” Whitney shook her still healthy head pathetically. “Sounds like yer a crazy one. Dat why dey locked you out?”
 
 
“No. They locked me out because… because…”
 
 
“Cuz ya was a crazy nudist.” Whitney interrupted, sounding just a touch impatient.
 
 
“I-I’m not! I mean… I didn’t mean to! I just…”
 
 
“Uh huh.” Whitney slammed a bag of vegetables that she’d produced from seemingly nowhere onto the table. “Look hon. Dat’s reeeeaaal interestin’ an’ all, but you know what’s got my attention even more?”
 
 
Joslin’s face turned bright red. She didn’t know whether to be offended or insulted.
 
 
“Da fact dat I i’nt eaten in two days… ya juicy little plumper.”
 
 
At that moment, Joslin felt any and all indignation leave her body just as quickly as hit had entered her. “A-and just what… are you expecting me to do about that?” she asked. “It’s not like I can just… conjure food out of thin air.”
 
 
“Aww… dat’s real sweet of ya.” Whitney replied, before patting the porcine princess on the head. “But you dun gotta do anythin’ like dat. Just gotta be real tasty yerself…”
 
 
Joslin slowly sank back into the bag. “Th-that’s what I was afraid you’d say…” came her muffled voice.
 
 
***
 
 
Back in the “real” world, Beatrice found herself staring once more at the screen, this time with a new mix of intrigue, and terror. Was Joslin… in danger? Immediate danger? Because of her? Surely not. The little guys always escaped in the end… in these kinds of cartoons. There was no reason to think Joslin would be any different. Was there?
 
 
“I-I gotta think… fast.” the nerd scolded herself. “I-if I can jutht… thend all the components to her then…” Beatrice turned to a pile of left over scraps, all the while listening intently to everything that was happening on the show. Despite her best efforts however, she found herself easily distracted with morbid curiosity at any given second. What was wrong with her? This was her best friend and…
 
 
Record it.
 
 
The thought slammed through her mind like a pile driver through fragile concrete.
 
 
You might not get another chance.
 
 
Beatrice tried to shake the intrusive thoughts out of her head, but it was all to no avail. The poor girl had always had a weak will. As if something was pulling her, she quickly found herself dragged back to the console, where a dusty old VHS had been sitting behind a stack of books… accomplishing nothing for the last few weeks, at least.
 
 
With shaky hand, just in time to see Whitney forcibly pull poor Joslin from the bag by her ears, Beatrice shoved the cassette into a nearby VCR that had been part of her setup since that morning… and hit the big red button.
 
 
***
 
 
“N-now just hold on… Let’s talk about this…” Joslin offered, while giving the wolf girl a broad, forced grin. “I’m sure we can find something a bit more… satisfying and… e-ethically acceptable than… c-cannibalism…”
 
 
Whitney gave a hearty laugh. “Cannibalism? Hun, yer a pig an’ I’m a wolf. See these?” She pulled her lips back to reveal a mouth full of shiny, sharp chompers. “Dis is about as ethical as it gets. It in’t cannibalism. It’s jus’ nature… Ya know?”
 
 
Joslin felt her entire body go limp. Her new, pointed ears sagged downwards, and the color briefly drained from her entire body, leaving her completely white. “G-gee…” she weakly spoke. “I don't… s-suppose… I-I can talk to you about the wonders of vegetarianism… can I?”
 
 
Whitney's eyes narrowed, and she placed a hand at her chin, going into seemingly deep thought for easily half a minute. “Afraid not bud~” She answered rather suddenly, before reaching over to grab poor Joslin by the neck. For a moment, it seemed as though the cute pig girl was firmly stuck, and Whitney needed to tug intensely to slowly slide her out. Finally, with a loud *POP!*, the wolf managed to remove her prey from the container, and slap her onto the nearby table.
 
 
Very briefly, Joslin's body was stretched to nearly twice its height from all the pulling, but in a cartoon second she somehow accordioned back into her original shape, and regained is cute pink coloration. Stars and birds danced over her head while her eyes spun in opposite directions. By the time she finally shook herself out of the daze, Whitney had managed to dart over to her supplies, some of which seemed to be appearing out of thin air, and return with a ball of twine.
 
 
The wolf girl was already salivating to what would be a dehydrating degree for a normal person, as… in a cloud of dust, she quickly bound Joslin's wrists and ankles underneath her. She then placed the poor girl's hands in position to prop up her chin, while her knees remained tucked neatly underneath her torso. So ginormous were the pig's breasts, that they splayed out to the side slightly, leaving one of her bright red nipples easily visibly from either side.
 
 
So dominating was the sight of Joslin's melons, in fact, that Whitney couldn't help giving each of them a hearty squeeze. Both let out a clown horn noise the moment they were compressed, and this only seemed to whet Whitney's appetite all the more.
 
 
“H-hey!” Joslin protested. “There's no need to be so rough!”
 
 
Whitney's face went red. “Aww shucks… I've become… a right pervert haven't I?” She lurched about awkwardly for a few seconds, hiding her face in her hands. It wasn't long, however, before she peeked through her fingers set Joslin's helpless nude frame once more. “Then again…” she continued in ponderous tone. “Who's gonna know?”
 
 
With that, one of her hands dropped to her side, while the other raised high into the air. Then, with a loud whoosh befitting an aircraft rather than an arm, she brought it down to bare on Joslin's vulnerable ass. She held it there while Joslin squealed in surprise, only to remove it afterwards, revealing the bright red spot where Joslin had been spanked.
 
 
“MMMMMMH MHH~” Whitney smacked her lips, as she lit a match to get the oven going. “I’m eatin’ good today, I tell ya what~” Her hands then shifted to pinch Joslin’s side, then glide all the way over her shoulder, then to a breast. “You’s got the perfect balance of meat an’ marblin’, ya know?”
 
 
Joslin was almost shocked that Whitney knew that word. “Okay… okay… look… I know I’m…” She swallowed her pride to say the next word. “A-appetizing… but what if I could help you get… all kinds of food? Food that would fill you up waaaay more often than me?” She grinned nervously, trying and failing to look confident.
 
 
“Nice try… Patricial already pulled dat stunt.” Whitney replied. “Fool me once. Shame on me. Fool me twice…” She stopped, as smoke poured from her ears while she tried to think. “Wait no… Reverse dat.”
 
 
“C-come on! There has to be something I can do!” Joslin whined.
 
 
“You can shut up an’ be tasty, fer starters.” said Whitney, before she produced a bright red apple from the bag of veggies. Then rather forcefully jammed it between Joslin’s lips.
 
 
Joslin went crosseyed at that, before looking up at Whitny with pathetic, puppydog eyes.Those eyes just kept getting bigger and bigger, and more pathetic with every second. Maybe… she could appeal to the wolf’s decency? Make her feel guilty?
 
 
For a moment it seemed to be working. Whitney began to tear up. Those tears grew larger and larger until, moments later, she was straight up bawling. Joslin allowed hope to well up for a moment… only for that hope to be dashed when Whitney finally showed the onion she’d been harboring in the bag.
 
 
“Dese tings always make me cry, ya know?” said the predator, with a bit of a sniffle.
 
 
Joslin was dashed once again. She could only watch with panicky, morbid fascination as Whitney sliced the onion up and spread the pieces all over her naked form. The wolf unceasingly cried and sobbed while she worked, but Joslin knew it wasn’t out of any sense of care for her, and the moment they were all gone, Whitney was back to her ravenous, eager self.
 
 
“Let’s see here~” Whitney then pulled a cookbook from one of her nonexistent pockets, and placed it clear over her snout as she proceeded to read. “Broil pig at four-hunnerd-an-fifty degrees, bastin’ regularly.” She next grabbed a nearby baster, and proceeded to do just that, drizzling a generous amount of some kind of oil all over every nook and cranny of Joslin’s body.
 
 
All Joslin could do at this point was complain muffledly through the apple, and pointlessly squirm about, occasionally causing the entire platter to jump with her while the wolf worked. Not that it seemed to bother her. Crazy physics was just the norm here.
 
 
“You should be honored, ya know.” suggested Whitney, as she lifted the platter on one hand. “I been savin’ this stuff for years now… fer the day I could finally catch patricia.”
 
 
Joslin whined from behind the apple, and found her gaze lingering on the massive, old-timey oven, which glowed with an ominous red light.
 
 
***
 
 
Back in her lab, Beatrice had fallen into a hypnotic stupor, watching the screen as her best, and possibly only friend was in more peril than she ever had been. The silly girl knew it was wrong to watch. She knew she might regret it, but reason had taken a back seat to the gnawing curiosity between her legs. She simply couldn’t take it any longer. She had to play.
 
 
As the camera shifted to a closeup of poor Joslin’s face while she was callously shoved into the merciless heat, all the nerd did was slide her pants down, make herself comfortable… and watch. Joslin’s oil shined body, which was already a bright pink before, showed up as a deep ruby color, as she wriggled in perfect view of any and everyone who had tuned in that evening. There was no getting around it. Joslin had become nothing short of fetishy porn for an entire neighborhood of vintage cartoon lovers, and she likely wasn’t even aware of it.
 
 
Her adorable, partially porcine face gave a massively wide eyed expression, as Whitney walked up behind and… shoved something into her most private place, and then another as her backdoor was filled as well. This was, of course, accompanied by a loud trumpet noise, just before the door was closed behind her. Just like that, the curvy cutie had been left to roast in her own good time.
 
 
Humiliatingly for her, and titilatingly for Beatrice, the camera seemed content to focus on Joslin’s plight, this time from a profile view, as she wriggled futilely, and began to sweat intensely. Her muffled moans kept to the tune of background music that she couldn’t hear. Both heavy and light strings that gave a slightly tense… and slightly pathetic sound to the cartoon’s climax.
 
 
Beatrice gave one final look at the VCR, just to double check that it was still recording. Satisfied that it was, she returned her attention to watching Joslin’s demise. There was no turning back now. She was committed to watching her friend roast like nothing more than a pig…
 
 
***
 
 
Joslin could practically feel the steam rising off of her body after what felt like half an hour to her, but in fact was merely two minutes to the audience. In particular, with the way she’d been bound, massive tits so close to the hot metal platter, Joslin could feel the hot air practically pouring up from her nipples. She wondered just how much longer she could last in all this, but then it occurred to her. She was a cartoon. Her delectable body could probably endure all the way up to being eaten. The thought filled her with equal parts dread and humiliation.
 
 
With every passing moment, Joslin felt her body grow more and more stiff. This was what it felt like to roast alive? To almost feel like an… inanimate object rather than a person? In a way it was almost more frustrating than frightening. Forced to be idle like this, even as Whitney removed her, and let a ridiculously large basting brush glance over her crisping skin. It was certainly surreal
 
 
Making matters worse was the fact that… the wolf girl had a type… it seemed, and Joslin was it. Whitney was nothing short of enamored with Joslin’s melonous breasts. At every turn outside of the oven she would pay special attention to those ginormous mammaries. Pushing their soft tissue with her brush, carefully jabbing them with her fork, and even shifting the poor piggy’s position in the oven to keep them visible. Naturally, in the real world the camera always seemed to find an… intriguing angle to display them to the rapidly growing audience. For Whitney though, it was all her own, special solo show. In fact, Joslin so perfectly matched everything she wanted in her prey, that she couldn’t help but wonder why she’d bothered chasing Patricia all this time.
 
 
Finally, Joslin could feel even her mind begin to still. Despite her best efforts to be angry, at either Beatrice or Whitney, for reasons she couldn’t make any sense whatsoever of… she found herself hoping that she would be delicious for the silly, furry woman. Her sacrifice had better be good for something.
 
 
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While countless people watched, Joslin faded away into whatever cartoon ether was there to take her, as Whitney cheerfully slid on her oven mitts once again, and pulled her mouth watering roast pig from the oven. There was an obnoxious slide-whistle noise, as she threw the platter onto her table, and readied her bib whilst mouthwatering ridiculously. She gave all of five seconds of pretense, as though she were going to carve Joslin up with a proper knife and fork, before instead just grabbing one of the girl’s legs and pulling it off with a satisfying *POP!* Then, with a ferocity befitting her species, she dug in with such gusto as to absolutely devour the drumstick in a miniature tornado of speed. She then picked up the entirety of Joslin’s steaming body, and began to chomp into those ludicrously sized boobs, sending saliva and meat juices everywhere. Next, she slid one of Joslin’s arms across her teeth, stripping it to the bone as though it were nothing but a piece of corn on the cob. The display was positively bestial, yet ridiculously cartoony enough to be far more exciting to watch than anything, and with a huff and a puff, Joslin’s perfectly plump ass was inhaled into the wolves mouth, leaving nothing but clean white bones behind…
 
 
***
 
 
There were countless rumors that circulated for years about how this… intensely pornographic episode of the Whitney Wolf Show had aired. Most suggested that the channel had somehow been hacked, and a convincing fan animation had been played instead.Regardless of why it had happened however, it remained the most mass-recorded TV airing for the neighborhood for years and years to come, and had even resulted in a brief revival in the show’s popularity. Only Beatrice knew exactly what had happened. There was a touch of guilt that followed her for some time, but it was far outweighed by the depraved enjoyment she got from watching it again and again…