Swatcher In The Rye (Toon TF)

There's no better way to start one's morning than with a hearty breakfast, well that's what they say at least. Lately, I've been slacking in that department, skipping breakfast and missing out on that morning burst of energy. It's time I fixed that! After getting up in the morning and giving my body a good stretch, I put on my bunny slippers. The fuzzy slippers slid up my feet, the soft material caressing my flesh in the process.

After that, I grew on a dull-grey colored house-coat and took a look at myself in the mirror situated in the middle of my room. I admired my six foot tall body in the reflection, as I grown slightly while looking at my hair. My brown hair was messy and unkempt, and in desperate need of a haircut! I could look into that later, for now it was time for breakfast!
My stomach rumbled as I made my out of the bedroom. My slippers made squishing sounds, while my house-coat dangled from my mostly naked body. I made my way down to the kitchen, taking extra care not to fall down the stairs on my way down. I eventually make it to the kitchen and immediately took notice of a bizarre feeling. I felt as though I was being watched somehow, but a quick glance around the kitchen revealed nothing.

There was no other being in sight, yet I had this feeling of dread. I shrugged my shoulders and figured that I was just overthinking things again. I then made my way towards the fridge very slowly, doing my best to drink in the atmosphere of this delightful morning. The sun shone through a nearby window, while I bent down to open the door to the fridge's freezer.
I gripped the steel handle of the freezer and threw it open, causing a wave of cold air to strike me where I stood. I shudder slightly as I grabbed a frozen load of bread, right before flinging the door shut. I held up the loaf's bag in front of me, immediately taking nothing of something bizarre. The front loaf appeared to be colored a ghostly shade of white, and looked like it had fur growing out of it!

None of the other loaves looked this way, which really stuck out as odd to me. If one loaf went bad, wouldn't all of them? My curiosity had peaked at this point, so I placed the bag of bread on the table and removed the little plastic clip on it. I opened the plastic bag, and gripped the frozen slice of bread. As I did, the slice miraculously started to unthaw in my hand! I held it up to eye-level, taking note of how the sides on the top of the slice resembled fuzzy animal ears.
To my surprise, the slice then started to move. Blue-colored eyes, a shiny red nose, and a mouth sporting a goofy grin all emerged from the slice at the same time. "Hi, buddy!" Said the bread slice, causing me to let out a girlish scream and drop the slice. The slice landed on the ground face first, as I quickly backed away from the magic talking piece of bread. "W-W-What the heck?!" I stammered out as I shuffled away from the strange slice.

The bread slice then started to convulse and grow as it laid flat on the ground. The slice of bread grew a rounded torso, thin noodle-like arms and legs, along with a head. With moments, the rancid-looking slice of bread had transformed into what appeared to be some sort of cartoon character! The being had a short body, one that stood at about three feet tall. It's limbs were skinny and flexible, almost like noodles in a way.

The creature's hands were encased in a pair of white 'toon gloves, something befitting that of a character from the 50s! Each of the creature's hands had only four digits each, three fingers and a thumb. The creature had a long muzzle stretching out from his face, one that was accented with a circular shiny red nose. This nose also resembled something you'd see on the face of a clown! The muzzle, coupled with the long fuzzy ears of the creature gave off the look of some sort of animal. I was unable to determine which one though! This creature looked like a mix of a bunch of different species.

It's ears looked like the cross between a rabbit and a cat, but clearly this creature was neither of those things. The creature's feet deepened this perplexing mystery, baring only three toes on each foot. I stared at this strange cartoon entity, who returned my glance with a smirk and a glare. The cartoon character hiked up his pudgy stomach and walked over to me, while waving his gloved index finger in my direction.

"Look, I know this may be Canada, but you can't go locking cartoon characters up in the freezer! That's just cruel, pal!" I gulped as I stared at the living 2-dimensional character. "What are you talking about?!" The 'toon proceeded to cross his arms angrily, as he tilted his head upwards at me in a cocky manner. "What? You didn't check that the bag of bread you were carrying had a cartoon character inside? The top of it is see-through, man!"

I sighed as I scratched at my head. "Sorry, I didn't know you were there. Why were you even in that bag anyways?" The toon's stern and cocky look soon changed into a look of sheepishness and embarrassment. "Well, I kind of got stuck in the bread-maker... That's beside the point! I spent a week and a half stuck in your freezer! So, now you have to make it up to me."

As much as I wanted to run away, I had no idea what this bizarre cartoon creature would do if I didn't comply. I figured there was no escape from this, so I shimmied my legs over and fell to my knees in front of the being. "Alright, I'll make it up to you in any way you deem fit." The toon grinned as he took his index finger and rubbed it against my chin. "Ooh, tough luck, pal! You just gave me a blank check for mayhem, which I intend to cash right now!"

After having said that, the cartoon character lunged his gloved hand towards my face and grabbed both my nose and mouth. The 'toon then pulled them out, stretching them in the process. My nose turned bright red and took on a circular shape, much like the creature who was pulling on my beautiful face! White fur emerged from the flesh on my face, coating my newly made muzzle in soft white fur.

My teeth started to grow larger, with two my front teeth sticking out of the front of my muzzle, almost like the fangs of a beast. The toon then tugged on my ears, causing them to expand and grow larger. The fur that was coating the bottom half of my face soon moved upwards, and quickly grew over my much larger ears. Not only that, but the fur soon enveloped my hair as well, turning into more shaggy cartoon character fuzz!

The 'toon smiled as he pulled his hands away from me for a moment. "Looking good thus far! Tell me what you think." Said the toon as he reached into the fur on his chest, and pulled out a small hand-mirror seemingly out of nowhere. The furry cartoon creature happily held the mirror in front of my face, revealing my new visage! To my horror, I now possessed both the head and face of the cartoon creature that stood before me.

I had his long furry ears, bloated red nose, long muzzle, and overall cartoonish face. I opened my mouth in utter shock, only to find my jaw literally falling to the floor! True to cartoon physics, the bottom part of my mouth fell through the air and towards the ground. My jaw smash against the tiled floors, leaving small cracks in them, yet no physical pain to me at all. I stared in awe at my elongated jaw, which gave off the appearance of having a rather large mouth.

"I know you like it, I can tell! This face was on the cover of "Snout Envy" magazine three months in a row, it's a national treasure!" Ignoring the cartoon creature's comments for now, I reached my hands down and tried to pick my jaw up off the floor. I wedged my still-human hands under the sides of my fuzzy lower-jaw and attempted to lift it up. However, I soon found that my hands were unable to budge my lower jaw at all! It was glued to the floor, and felt as a heavy as an anvil!
The toon chuckled mischievously as he witnessed my attempts to pick up my jaw. "Don't you know that human hands can't manipulate the shape of a toon's body? If you want to pick up the jaw of a cartoon character, you need the hands of one!" With that, the cartoon character flexed his fingers. He then brought his hands together and slowly pulled the gloves off of his his hands. Underneath the gloves was a second set of gloves, giving me the impression that this being had an unlimited amount of gloves.

I pulled my hands away from fallen jaw, as the toon held the gloves in front of me. I knew that this was his way of luring me into a trap, but I had no choice! Having my own jaw stuck on the floor isn't a comfortable phenomenon, not at all! Begrudgingly, I grabbed the gloves from the out-stretched creature's hands. I started with my right hand, sliding the glove gently over it. The glove only had three finger-holes, so I had to cram both my index finger and middle-finger into a single hole. It felt odd to me, and somewhat uncomfortable. I then did the same with the other glove, as I shoved that one firmly onto my left hand.

The gloves then began to tighten, while at the same time fusing to my hands. My fingers grew larger and bulkier as they filled up the gloves, while my middle fingers merged with my index fingers. The transformation then moved up my arms, as I found them starting to alter greatly. White fur spread up my arms, overtaking the sleeves of my house-coat in the process. The sleeves were enveloped by the white fur, transformingMy arms became skinnier and much more slender, as I felt the bones lining them starting to dissipate.

Due to both the thinness of my arms and the lack of bones in them, I now found that I had a pair of noodle-arms! My arms flailed about wildly as I tried to control them. I ended up slapping myself uncontrollably as I tried to get the hang of my new arms. I eventually managed to concentrate and was able to control my arms, somewhat. I could now control my arms at will, but I was still put-off by how weirdly they bent.

I then bent over and reached my new gloved hands towards my stuck jaw. I wedged my toon hands underneath the sides of my jaw and began to lift. Slowly but surely, I miraculously moved my lower jaw up off the floor and back towards my face. I pushed my jaw all the way up to my face and connected my elongated jaw back up with my mouth. I breathed a hardy sigh, relieved by the fact that I no longer had a stretched out jaw.

I then turned back to look at the toon, who returned my glance with a smug smirk. "Enjoying yourself?" Asked the furry little cartoon character. "A little, I guess..." I replied, while begrudgingly admitting that I was enjoying this transformation more than I should have been. "Good, because we're just about to get to the REALLY fun part!" The toon then took his gloved hands and reached them slowly towards my torso. The cartoon character then proceeded to press his gloved mitts against my stomach, before starting to rub it in a circular motion.

This belly-rub felt strangely relaxing! As the creature rubbed my belly, I took notice of how my stomach started to expand. My gut grew larger, as it became caked with thick white fur. My stomach became somewhat pudgy, while the white fur completely enveloped and overtook the rest of my house-coat. As my body became enveloped in the very thick, yet extremely soft fur, I found my entire torso starting to take on a rounder shape.

The bottom of my body became circular in shape, as the features that once defined my rump became smoothed away. My rear took on a more cartoonish shape, lacking any of the definition it once had. The toon smiled as he pulled his gloved hands away from his stomach, while at the same time marvelling at his own handiwork. I gripped my pudgy stomach with my gloved hands, as I proceeded to feel my furry belly. Like a deer galloping through the forest, I glided my fingers over each individual follicle.

I stood up on two legs to get a better look at my fuzzy torso as I continued to explore it. The toon noticed this and proceeded to take full advantage of the situation! While I was distracted, the toon leapt forward on both legs. The creature launched himself into the air, as if he weighed nothing. He glided through the air like a gazelle, before abruptly falling feet first. He fell through the air, as his feet landed on top of mine, crushing my slippers and toes in the process!
The toon grinded his feet into mine for a little while, amplifying the pain whilst doing so! He then promptly leapt off, leaving me with a pair of ruined bunny slipper and a couple of aching feet!  My feet then started to twitch uncontrollably, as I felt them starting to change. I looked down at my feet, only to gasp in shock as I found that my slippers starting to fuse to my feet! The woolly material clung to my skin and congealed with my flesh, overtaking them in the process.

The material changed shape and morphed, becoming what felt like fur! My toes burst forth from beneath the fur, while at the same time fusing together. My toes clumped together and then started to fuse with each other. In a matter of moments, the number of toes I had on each foot decreased from 5 to 3! My toes bulked up and grew larger, much like my hands had done previously. My toes became bulbous and circular in shape, resembling the feet of a cartoon character such as Bugs Bunny.

Just when I thought my transformation was over, my legs started to shake! My legs started to wobble as I found myself losing balance. My legs started to thin out, much like my arms had previously. Bones within my legs started to disappear as my anatomy altered. My legs became like noodles, as I sound my body shift around uncontrollably. I flailed my limbs helplessly, trying desperately to balance myself.

I struggled, while shifting my body around and trying to balance myself. The toon cackled like a mad witch, right before grabbing the sides of my body. "Here, let me straighten you out a bit!" He then proceeded to tug on my sides, causing my limbs to stop convulsing. The sensation of being pulled on also had a secondary effect, as I found my body starting to shrink in size! The room around me grew larger, while I grew smaller.

I shrunk from 6 feet to just barely 3 feet tall! The only upside of this was that I now had full control of my floppy noodle arms! With me reduction in stature, I now find myself staring straight into the cartoony face of the being who transformed me. Unfortunately for myself, it was like staring into a mirror! I was this cartoon character, in both body and appearance!

I had his long noodle-like arms and limbs, his gloved hands, and his enormous muzzle! "This can't be happening!" I shouted, as I brought my hands together and tried to pull off my gloves. To my surprised, they were stuck on my hands! It's like they were permanently glued on. The cartoon snickered. "Once you go toon, you never go back!" He then grabbed the end of my snout and started pulling on it, stretching it out once more. He started backing up, causing my muzzle to stretch even more! My face felt like it was made out of elastic material, it was being stretch far beyond the capacity of any living being.

The being continued to back up and stretch my muzzle, until he stopped. With a slight giggle, he removed his index finger from my muzzle. "Oh no..." I said, as I realized what he was about to do. "Oh yes!" He replied as he removed his middle finger from my snout next. "Please, Mister... Uh... Whatever your name is! Please, do not do this!" The toon turned his chin up at me in a cocky manner and gave me a wink. "Your name is my name, and ours names are Swatcher!" With that, "Swatcher" pulled his hand away from my muzzle and let go.

With his hand released from my face, my muzzle rebounded like a rubber-band and flew back to me. It flew through the air at an alarming speed back towards me. It sailed through the air at alarming speeds, before rolling back up into my face. As my muzzle realigned itself back with my face, the force of having it hit me sent me careening backwards.

I was sent flying through, tossed like a sack of potatoes. I went tumbling backwards before smacking face-first into a nearby wall. My cartoon body left a giant imprint in the wall when I collided with, causing my flailing body to get stuck in it. Taking my left hand, I peeled myself off the wall and fell to the ground. I laid there on my back, out of energy and exhausted.
Was it the fact that I hadn't eaten breakfast yet that I was out of energy? Or was it because I wasn't used to how this toon body operated? As I was lying on my back, Swatcher's face loomed into view with an expression of pure malice pasted across his face. "Well, I see your brain hasn't acclimated to the hive mind that permeates through all Swatchers! Since your mind won't alter, I'll have to find a new use for you, which make require some modification!"

"M-Modification?!" I shouted, as I attempted to get up. My body was so low on energy that I found it hard to even budge. Swatcher took advantage of this and grabbed my gloved hands with his own. He then started to mold and manipulate hands, which caused my gloves to disappear. He rubbed his fingers against mine and used them to shape my hands into something else. It was like my flesh was made out of clay, it appeared as though Swatcher could make them into whatever he wanted. Curse my toon anatomy! He molded my fingers into toes and my palms into soles. It didn't take long for Swatcher to finish his handiwork. By the time he was done, I had a second pair of hands!

He wasn't done yet, as he gripped my noodle arms with his gloved arms and then proceeded to pull on them. My arms shrank and became immensely stubby, yet still kept their noodle-like appearance. After completing his work, Swatcher grabbed me and flipped me over. Once I was put right side up, I found myself stuck on all fours! My spine cracked, locking my in this new position.

My circular rump pointed high in the air as I found that my back was arched in an uncomfortable position. I now had a pair of four identical cartoon character feet, with three toes on each one. I was now even more of a freak then before! I looked up at Swatcher who smiled at me. "I figured you wouldn't be willing to turn others into Swatchers, so I thought I'd make a "Swatch-Dog" out of 'ya!"

"Why are you doing this?! All I wanted was breakfast!" I shouted loudly as the cartoon character loomed over me. "Well, you froze me, left me in there for a week and a half, and then dropped me when you found out I was alive. You broke so many toon laws that you're lucky I didn't report you! You'd be sharing a cell with Peg-Leg Pete right now if I didn't transform you."

He was right, which is something I hated to admit. Being transformed by some cartoon character into a strange cartoon dog-like thing was terrible, but being imprisoned with all sorts of low-life toons is even worse! "You've got a point there, I suppose..." Swatcher smiled and bent over, proceeding to pet my head. "You're a very agreeable fellow, I like that! Now, time for walkies!" With that, Swatcher reached into the fur on his chest once more and pulled out a collar and leash.
"Oh, come on! Can I not just walk with you normally?" I asked, with a look of disappointment on my face. "Well, there is a leash law, I'll have you know! Now, let's get you hooked up." With that, he latched the collar around my neck and connected it to the leash. Swatcher then threw open the door to my house and walked outside, as I awkwardly followed behind him.

I had never walked on all fours before, so getting used to the motion was rather awkward. I had to walk at a decent pace and keep my legs spaced equally far apart. Swatcher wasn't a patient fellow though, and immediately pulled on the leash just as I was getting my bearings straight. "Oof! Hey, stop that!" I shouted, prompting Swatcher to turn around, bend over, and flick my big red nose. My nose bounced back and forth wildly, like a doorstop that had just been pulled.

"Bad Swatch-Dog! No backtalk!" Exclaimed Swatcher, right before standing back up. "I changed my mind, I don't want to be a toon anymore!" Swatcher laughed in response. "Too bad! You're the one who said that he'd do anything to make amends, which is why I gave you said form. Now, stop complaining or I'll have you fixed!" I sighed and drooped my head forward, following behind Swatcher. "Yes, sir..."

Swatcher smiled and continued to tug on the leash, dragging me forward by the scruff of my neck in the process. "I can't wait to introduce you to the family! You'll get to meet all of the Swatchers. Ms. Swatcher, Dr. Swatcher, Swatcher Jr., the whole gang!" I grumbled and mumbled under my breath, angered by the predicament I had gotten myself into. To think, all I wanted this morning was a hearty breakfast. Now, I was stuck as some cartoon pet, being strung about by another larger cartoon character. While I was sure I would get used to my new situation over time, I knew I wasn't going to be singing a Merry Melody any time soon!