"What is it with humans and clothes?" Ursula mumbled to herself. Moments ago she had gotten a craving for some takeout so she decided to wander the streets, which unfortunately meant she had to put on something or else she'd draw unwanted attention. Fortunately, that old studio had been pakced with old costumes from their live action films and she had made her slaves find her something that could cover her massive bulk. In the end she found that the biggest thing there was a pink tutu supposedly used by a hippo balerina. Ursula didn't find that outlandish at all, but as her slaves began to sewing extra fabric on so it would fit their mistress, she just groaned at the inevitable.

"Woo hoo! Papa wants som'a that ass." yet another group of sex hungry males cried out as they drove by while Ursula waited at a crosswalk. One upside was with this being hollywood, even a grotesquely fat woman with pale skin walking around in a weird costume was nothing out of the ordinary. The downside was that Ursula didn't know how much longer she could stand these catcalls. Of course, some part of her couldn't blame them. Those tights were so chaffing that it exposed all of her rolls like a second skin, and it had torn around her giant ass leaving it free to wobble and shake in the hot sun. Still, while she did like some aspects of this ensemble, wearing clothes still felt wrong to Ursula on so many levels, like some higher power never meant for clothing to even exist. Well if the higher powers were smart they would have thought what she thought. Humans were such an annoying, obnoxious race, and she was going to enjoy devouring each and every one of them someday.

While she could have easily had anyone she wanted off the streets, Ursula had heard of a place that not only was packed full of rich and unique delicassies, but it was also one where the authorities never dared enter. It was called "Toon Town." and at last, as Ursula wiped the heavy sweat off her face after only walking for a few minutes, she found what exactly what she was looking for.

Humming in a very whimmsical tone and skipping gayly, she spotted another audity this world had to offer, Minnie Mouse. Her name and face had been all over this city, making her very easy to spot. Of course, there weren't that many anthropamorphic mouses out there, especially ones that dressed in such a skimpy fashion. Once she spotted her, Ursula didn't care that the mailboxes here had mouths or the street lights were dancing, all she cared about was the sight of a woman who had as much skin exposed as she did.

"I must say, this breeze is quite refreshing." Minnie thought as she skipped. Even after that one animation studio was shut down, they had come back with a whole new batch of material that openly admitted their perverted agendas and people just ate it up. This included giving Minnie a new look. Gone was the same design she'd had for over seventy years and was now replaced with what people these days wanted to see. She was much taller, about as tall as a normal human woman, with a curvy figure so perfect it could make Jessica Rabbit jealous. She now actually had breasts that were appropriately cartoonishly huge and her dress barely managed to keep them hidden. It equally failed with her booty as every time she skipped she just showed it off again and again. Even before she had her underwear openly exposed and while that hadn't changed, her new undergarments were the feat of engineering that was the thong. Her legs were long and sleek and her middle was so slim, that you'd think with such a big top and bottom she'd fall over, but that was one of the many advantages of being a toon, anything is possible.