You approach the grounds to the Cartoon house and let out a groan. Libby is lounging against the front gate.
“Hey! Good to see you decided to give us another crack at you!” She winks; you give her a nervous grin. “Lickety Split is in the first room on the right.” She points to one of the doors, a ridiculous shade of orange and apparently put on backwards.

“Um, ok, I can find it, I hope.”

“Awww, is our handsome newbie still bitter,” she coos, and fixes you with her most winning smile.

-Poof! Her wand reappears and with a little puff of green smoke, a nearby toon juggling elephants turns into a picnic table with a traditional red checkered cloth and a big paper plate. She takes you by the arm and brings you over to it, where you discover that one of the legs is too short and another is too long, making it a bit wobbly, but drawn in perfect perspective from where the two of you had been.

“That’s the only problem with magic around here,” Libby sighs, “everything still ends up so cartoony. This’ll have to do.”

And with that, she takes off her witches’ hat, puts it in your hands, and clamors up onto the table, positioning herself on the large paper plate.
“Libby?”
“Hey, come on. We’ll call it even.” She squeezes her taught chocolaty thighs below her rather skimpy shorts; “Though I am being a bit generous.”

You take hold of both of her feet when she offers them, ankles locked, and lay them into your mouth. She is, as you could have imagined, extraordinary. As her wax-smooth dark calves grace your tongue, any dislike for her melts away. Her tight purple latex shorts do little to hide her thick, sumptuous behind, and after sliding your tongue over the glass-smooth stretched latex, your mouth accepts, with renewed enthusiasm, the warm bare skin of her torso. You chomp down, feeling your bottom teeth sink into the silky meat of her mid-back, and you swallow more than half of her, leaving her head, shoulders, arms, and chest on the plate before you like a candy bar left by a giant. You put a hand on her latex-coated breasts, and with your mouth now free you ask, “May I?” She nods, and you un-zip, then unwrap the purple clingy tube and drop it beside her hat on the ground beside you.

You scoop under her shoulder blades and lift, waiting a moment to let her breasts settle into their new, short-lived freedom; Libby clasps both hands behind her head to try to look down at what little is left of her. With a steady pull on her collarbones from beneath, you squish her breasts and both elbows in, and with a slightly painful stretch, her carved chocolate shoulders join the tasty mixture inside your mouth. She tries to wave good-bye, but her hands are firmly stuck behind her head; she just makes a big smile instead, and with a sudden frenzied clicking of her hair beads, Libby is all yours.


Choose a scenario:
1) Fortunately, despite not knowing about a certain regenerate potion in the nurse’s office you’ve gained a bit of Libby’s magic, and you can bring her back just as soon as you’re done signing up!

2) Well, that’s it for Libby! Too bad she comes in a limited supply. Hopefully you’ll find some more tasty girls like her around here! Now, first room on the right.