Jessica Rabbit Fanfiction #2

Jessica Rabbit Story #2

Commissioned by: anongreay

Written by: Danni Lynn

Word count: 4,000 words

July 26th, 2023

Synopsis: A young man from the audience sneaks into Jessica Rabbit's dressing room...

Rating: PG-13, suggestive content, not explicit

Trigger Warning: Forced kiss

A young man is walking down a hallway backstage at The Ink and Paint club. Dressed simply in a dress shirt and tie, a bowler hat, and a full gray suit, he slinks through the dark, as he approaches a dressing room with a gold star on the door.

“Jessica Rabbit,” he whispers to himself. The hair on his neck stands on end and every step he takes is cramped with the precise effort to walk silently. Jessica’s bouncer, that gorilla toon, is nowhere to be seen so maybe this is his chance to get a look at her changing room. He rolls up his sleeves and reaches for the door, shaking with anticipation. Hopefully, she is already gone, and he can have the room to himself to peruse her gorgeous gowns, her delicate pantyhose, and her stunning lingerie.

The young man wipes sweat from his brow and removes a lock pick from his pocket. He inserts the pick and with a calculated twist and click, the door unlocks. He opens the door, entering a half dark room. He breathes a sigh of relief as silence answers the opening door with no person or toon in sight. Only the lights around Jessica’s mirror are on, casting half the room, the lavish furniture, decorations, and pictures on the wall in a golden light.

The room is thick with perfume—floral, dazzling, sweet—and the delicate musk of a grown woman. Taking in the moment, the young man rushes over to a large chest. The latches of the chest rattle under his shaking fingers and the lid lifts to reveal Jessica’s stockings. His heart does a loop in his chest, and he nearly feels faint as he takes in the treasure trove before him. The man’s body grows warm with an eagerness to feel and explore it all.

Removing a silk-smooth pair of stockings from the chest, the young man brings it to his face, rubbing against it with a happy moan.

“These are beautiful. How many times has she worn these on her gorgeous legs?” He gives them a quick kiss before stuffing these into his coat pocket. Almost giddy with excitement, he reaches for another drawer and opens it to a bulbous display of fabric. His jaw hits the ground and a little shout gasps from the back of his throat as Jessica’s red lacy bra sits in the open drawer. The delight, the awe, and the shock; he could die a happy man!

Snatching the bra out of the drawer, he stands and holds it up in the dim light to see. Intricate lace work details the sides and little rhinestones trim the cups’ top. But, to him, these details are nothing. What truly matters is the massive girth and size of the cups, and his imaginings of the luscious flesh of her breasts filling them out. This size puts Double Ds to shame. What could they even be? Es? Fs? A Double F? His fingers slip down the straps, trying to find a tag but the softness of the fabric in his hands is only tease as him mind blanks out, trying to imagine the woman who could fill this fabric. He’s never seen a bra anywhere near this size before.

He presses the bra to his face, the entire cup stretching out larger than his very head. He imagines filling his hands with her breasts, teasing her nipples and making her dance as her endowed breasts move before his very eyes. It is nearly more than he can withstand. Falling back onto the floor, he holds the bra to his chest, grinning like an idiot unaware of the time he has already spent in the empty dressing room. All senses of stealth and concern are gone as he holds his trophy in his hands.

In the corner of the room and out of sight of the lingerie chest, Jessica stands behind her door to her changing room and bathroom, in silence. She holds her hands to her chest as she peers around the door frame at the man on the floor. She had been back here when he first entered her room and has watched him open up her lingerie chest, take the stockings, and now on the floor with her bra, nearly drooling in delight.

The gorilla bouncer must not have been in the hallway when he arrived, but, she doesn’t worry about having a lack of security. She isn’t worried if she needs more security either. Instead, a thin smile pulls at Jessica’s red lips as she watches the youth. An enjoyment stirs in her breast, a feeling of power, as she looks down, like a tigress on a perch, examining an unawares prey. This young man has stumbled into her lair and he has no idea.

Jessica pulls her long, fluffy robe to her chest. The fabric is sheer, and hugs her body, accentuating the sharp dip in her waist and the roundness of her thighs and ass. The fabric pulls against the large swell of her breasts and the edges of the robe, trimmed with soft material, flare against her smooth skin. Jessica, still in full makeup from after another show, waits patiently as the young man lets down his guard. Maybe she will have some fun with him while he is here. It’s not every night some young man wanders into her dressing room. She licks her lips. He’ll have no choice but to bend to her will. Maybe she will tease him, make him yearn for her. His naïve ways will change when he realizes he can never have Jessica Rabbit for himself. She will hold out the idea to him, make him want her, but then will snatch it away as he is about to lose himself in her beauty. It will be deliciously entertaining and all the while important for the youth to learn.

He can’t just walk into a woman’s dressing room and take what he wants. She’ll make him feel that inability more so than ever.

Smirking, she steps out of the bathroom to saunter over, waving her hips with each sultry step.

The young man freezes, clutching the bra to his chest, the second he hears the sharp tap of a heel striking the floor. Not daring to move, he locks his eyes on the room’s ceiling as a shadow casts over him and long drapes of red hair fall into view. His heart stops as he jerks away from the ceiling to look up at the one and only Jessica Rabbit. Jessica stoops, looming over him, bent at the waist as her big eyes look him up and down and her red lips play the tune of a teasing smile. In her sheer robe, the hints and blurred sight of her body hitches a painful need in him. In all his 21 years of life, he has never wanted someone so bad. The fluffy fabric of her robe’s top blooms around Jessica’s exposed breasts, both sinking in his direction. The large expanse of skin sends shivers down his entire body. He yearns to sit up and touch her, to wrap his arms around her before exploring every inch of her body. He goes to sit up but a tiny manicured open-toed heel steps down onto his chest and forces him back to the ground.

“Ack!” he yelps.

Jessica smiles, gently stepping on him.

He shrinks under her gaze but without any sense of control, his eyes drink in every detail of her body. She is statuesque—as gorgeous as a marble bust carved for the gods—as serene as the most longing of dreams. While her presence on stage makes her seem larger than life she is even more overwhelming up close and personal. The delicate length of her legs, her smooth skin, and even her little toes visible at the tip of her shoe are more than he can handle. A violent tremor rips through the young man’s body and he feels like he nearly swallows his heart as it is fit to burst in her presence.

“Did you come here for a private show?” Jessica asks. She leans forward, brazenly shimmying her shoulders to make her breasts dangle and pop hypnotically. The young man stares back with his mouth open, a bit of drool on his cheek, as he is star struck. He can’t remember how to speak. What is the point of speaking in front of such a gorgeous creature? He would even stop breathing if he could in order to give her more space and air for her incredible body, if it meant benefiting her over him.

Jessica’s hooded eyes crinkle above a teasing sneer. She purses her lips. “Do you like what you see?” she asks. Her voice is smoky, each tendril of a syllable drawing him in. The young man nods jerkily.

“You like what you see, or you had the expectation of a show?” Jessica repeats. She straightens up and steps off the young man. She tightens her robe around herself, stretching it against her curves. The young man sits up, the dressing room around him tilting in his dizzying shock.

“I-I like w-what I see, Mrs. Rabbit,” he stumbles. Jessica raises a sharp eyebrow and looks over her shoulder.

“Just ‘like?’” Jessica asks. She flashes her white teeth.

“L-love it!” the young man yelps. He pushes his hands down against the dressing room floor to steady himself. He swings one leg over to press his knee against the ground to stabilize himself and stand but Jessica stomps her heel on the ground right under his nose. The young man falls back, his heart stopping in his throat.

“Well, if you love it…” Jessica stands over the young man and shimmies, shaking her chest and bending her legs as her bottom sways to the sudden sound of jazz music crooning through the air. “Is that why you came into my dressing room, then?” She takes the man’s hand and leads him to a chair sitting before her vanity and mirror. He follows her, stumbling as if walking through a fog. His nose crinkles and his face contorts as he tries to think, evident in his uneven steps. Does she really want him here? Is she not mad that he broke in? Despite his hesitancy, his hand clutching her lithe fingers and manicured nails is desperate. He grasps her tightly, slipping slightly with his palm moist in a nervous sweat.

Jessica pushes him into the chair then walks away, swaying to the jazz music. The young man swallows and pulls at his collar.

“Y-you don’t know how hard it is…” he mumbles. Jessica steps rhythmically, placing her hands on her hips. Her hair sways, swishing against her backside. If only his hands were on her, stroking and exploring her…

“How hard what is?” Jessica teases out the words, stretching them in her smoky undertones. She harumphs and locks her eyes on him, fluttering her eyelashes.

“How h-hard it is being a man… looking at a woman looking the way… y-you do,” he says. Jessica laughs and turns away, her voice lilting up to intertwine with the smooth cry of an invisible saxophone. She touches her cheek and rolls her eyes. If only he knew what real struggles and hardships were like…

“How old are you?” Jessica asks.

“T-twenty-one.”

So naïve. To think an alluring woman owes him her time and pleasure just because he lusts for it. If you like a woman, that makes her your property, does it? Jessica takes a deep breath. She straightens her back and lifts her leg, just as she does when she enters on stage to perform. She stretches out, pointing her toes to the far wall of the dressing room before turning slightly to expose her bare thigh from under her sheer robe to the young man. His face turns scarlet and his eyes lock onto the pale expanse of flesh.

He is under her control.

The young man opens his mouth then tries again as the words begin to tumble from him. “It’s just… difficult. Seeing you, as you are. Being unable to be with you when you strut around the way you do.”

Jessica pulls her leg back in and steps toward the man, outstretching a hand to him. She nods, encouraging him to go on.

“It should be illegal—if you are going around looking like this—” he lifts his hands to trace her breasts, waist, and hips in the air “—how am I supposed to control myself?”

Jessica peels her robe away from one shoulder, letting the fabric droop down her arm, exposing the top of one breast, nearly all the way down to her nipple. The young man shakes, imagining what she would like without the barrier of the already see-through robe. She begins to slowly turn this shoulder, letting the swell of her chest shift and roll. Jessica tilts her head toward her open lingerie chest.

“Did you like what you found in my drawers?”

The young man nods.

“Then you should see me try it on, right?” Jessica slips her robe back on and goes over to her chest where her ruby bra is splayed on the ground. Jessica picks it up and pulls out a matching pair of silk panties. She then disappears behind a partition to change. The young man watches with his hands on the edge of his chair. Jessica’s silhouette can be seen through the partition as she slips off her robe, freeing her body from the covering fabric. The rise of her breasts is enormous and are matched by only the thick curves of her ass, hips, and thighs. Patting his chest, he struggles to breath normally as a heat rises between his legs. He paws at his growing erection as she changes so simply in front of him. He’ll hardly be able to control himself in front of her.

Jessica then steps out from the partition in only her bedazzled ruby underwear. A weak cry escapes from the young man’s lips as his hat falls back to the floor and he becomes limp in her gaze.

The jazz music returns and Jessica struts out toward the man. Her hair obscures half of her face but her lips are open in an alluring look, and her sultry half-hooded eyes under her purple eyeshadow. From her face, her thin neck dips into the sharp lines of her clavicle and the slender encasing of her shoulders and arms are dwarfed by the size of her chest. The red bra encases Jessica’s breasts in a gorgeous shimmering fabric, but the true beauty are her breasts nearly bursting out of the fabric and overflowing at the top of both cups.

Her tiny waist accentuates the flare of her hips, and the sharp cut of her underwear somehow makes her look more luscious than ever. Jessica saunters forward, her breasts bouncing and beating along to the sound of an unseen bongo drum. She cranes her head back and runs her hands over her chest, down her waist, and to her butt. She slaps herself and cheekily turns to smile at the young man.

“I know you like this—what is your favorite? My breasts? My butt? Can you imagine touching, slipping your hands over this smooth ass?” Jessica says. She touches herself as she talks, slipping her hands up and down her body as the man begins to visibly shake. She steps over him and sits down on his lap, straddling him between her long legs and her tall figure dwarfing him. Her breasts press against his face, but her body is light and her flowery perfume floats off her skin into a heady cloud of sensual need.

“I—I!” He groans and squeezes his eyes shut as his entire body becomes rigid under her. To the young man, this must be a dream—to feel her warmth, the press of her body on him. Jessica begins to sway, her thighs gently moving against his boner. The young man nearly shrinks back out of embarrassment, but her hands grasp his shoulders, anchoring him in.

“You said you liked how I look, is this enough for you? Is this what you think you deserve?” Jessica purrs. She slips her fingers around his tie and pulls it apart and away from his neck. Next, she peels away his jacket as she continues to sway. The young man becomes weak, putty in her hands, as she undresses him. Once the cold air of the dressing room hits his now bare chest, Jessica giggles and gets onto her knees before him. She unbuckles his belt and begins to slip off his pants. The young man’s mouth is open as he excitedly watches her, not for a moment wondering why this is happening to him. Instead, he quivers with aching excitement. His erection bulges from under his white underwear and as Jessica pulls off his socks, she sits back on him, wrapping him in her body. She strokes him, fingers him over his underwear while kissing his cheek. He feels fit to burst as every touch is hot as a fire and electrifies his nerves. Jessica turns to sit sideways and crosses her long legs, looping her arm around his neck and molding his face into a breast.

Tears stream down the man’s face as he trembles under her teasing touches. Jessica squirms in his lap then turns around, pressing her ass against him and begins to sway, dancing to the piano and saxophone strains drifting through the air.

“How does this feel?” she asks coyly. Jessica’s eyes are dark as she dances on the man, gently swaying and feeling him against her. “Stay with me, don’t fade away,” she teases. The man beneath her is literally falling apart. He has stopped trying to talk as he reaches and paws at her. Jessica keeps his hands off her with little playful slaps and remarks.

Turning back around, Jessica pulls the young man forward and pulls his face into her cleavage. Her breasts bounce to cartoonish bongo drumbeats, and he trembles, crying into her chest from need. He is a boob man for sure. Standing up, Jessica presses her elbows to her sides, pushing her breasts out toward him, dangling them in front of his face. The young man’s mouth is open as he reaches weakly for her. Jessica kneels again and presses her chest against his lap, enveloping his erection with her skin and watches him cry.

Suddenly, Jessica stands up and blows a kiss. A pink cartoon heart leaps from her lips to swirl through the air and burst right on the young man’s nose. His eyes light up pink with hearts as if under a spell. His grin grows wider, and he goes to follow her, but Jessica puts a firm hand on his shoulder and reaches for a pair of handcuffs on her vanity. Snatching them up, she quickly steps around the young man and pulls his arms behind his back.

“H-hey! Wh-what are you—”

“Shhh, it’s nothing, dear,” Jessica says. She overpowers him and handcuffs his hands to the chair. She walks back in front of him and gives him a shy smile. “Hmm… it looks like you can’t have a woman just because you lust for her.”

The young man’s eyes go wide and a messy frown—a mix of a scowl and gaping loss—darkens his face.

“W-what?!”

“This is the most you will ever get from me.” Jessica approaches him again, leaning close but not touching as he struggles under his bounds.

“L-let me go! What are you doing?!”

Jessica, nearly nose to nose, kisses the air and a pink-heart bursts over his face. The young man scowls and shakes his head but his anger evaporates. With glee, Jessica notices a bit of shrinkage in his underwear.

“Wait, wait—this was good! Why are you stopping? Please, don’t stop,” he begs. New tears leak over his ruddy cheeks. “You are beautiful, please, please just let me touch you.”

“Why?” Jessica asks. She pokes his nose and shrugs, her cleavage a mere inch from his face.

“I’ll be good. I’ll do whatever you want—just please don’t stop—”

“You are already doing what I want,” Jessica answers. She stands up and begins to walk away.

“No, no! Jessica Rabbit, please!” He beings to whimper and his eagerness dissolves into a pathetic whine. The young man tries to pull away at his cuffs, but he only rattles them uselessly. He hops, shifting the chair legs, but cannot get away. “Jessica—please!!”

Jessica smiles. She pulls her robe back on and grabs a jacket. The helpless whimpers are hard not to laugh at, but she remains cool and unmoved before him.

“I’m going home,” Jessica says.

“No!” The young man bounces the chair around more, the chains of his cuffs rattling against the wood. He looks pathetic, nearly naked in the dim golden light of the vanity.

“Don’t worry, I won’t leave you alone. How would you like some company?” Jessica asks. She opens the door to her dressing room and steps out into the hall where she clicks her fingers twice into the dark air. The young man watches her, suddenly still with open-eyed curiosity.

“Wait, really?” he asks.

“Of course.” Jessica steps aside. There is a rush of steps in the hallway and a peal of laughter. Jessica points into the room and a figure bursts into the doorway in a cartoon twist of limbs.

The tornado of movement stops moving and a woman stands in its place. It is a toon dressed in Jessica Rabbit’s famous outfit: a red dress with a slit hem, sweetheart top, heels, and elbow-length purple gloves but the woman in the outfit is a horror to witness. Lena Hyena is a toon with bushy red hair and a slim frame. Her hands are already in the air, clawing in the direction of the young man. Her face is stretched into uneven proportions with large eyes under sharp eyelashes, a massive pointy nose, large mouth and red lips, and a rail-thin frame with sagging breasts. Lena licks her lips as red hearts appear in her eyes and drool drips from the gaps of her missing teeth.

“There he is. He’s is all yours, Lena,” Jessica says.

“A man!” Lena cries. Her legs begin to whirl and she rockets across the room, slamming into the young man before he can yell.

“Keep him company for me!” Jessica yells.

The young man screams as Lena latches onto him. Her drool hits his face and her large lips and tongue clamps onto his open mouth. Her tongue slithers into his mouth, pushing against his teeth, and slathering all the way down his throat. The young man starts choking and tries to pull away, but Lena is in a frenzy, jamming her tongue down his throat and grabbing at every inch of his body.

Jessica stands in the doorway, tightening the belt of her jacket as the young man screams and Lena slobbers. She waves at the struggling duo.

“It looks like she likes you—lucky you! It must be so hard for a woman to handle herself in front of a man looking the way you do,” Jessica says. The young man’s eyes bulge and he struggles, shaking his body to and fro under the iron grip of Lena. Jessica lifts the handcuffs’ key into the air, and waves it at the young man. His eyes roll and he jerks his head to the side to scream at her. Jessica drops the key in her bra and waves goodbye.

“Enjoy your night!”