Done in oC. Yep, all three are hawt toon coons!
And the guy on the left losing his pants just turns me on.
I even wrote a tiny story! Ain't come out too good since I was sleepy at the same time. Read it if ya want. ;p
God I so would love for this to happen to me in RL!!

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It all began on a warm summer day, at a flea market. Two friends and I were looking around the various merchants' bazaars and admiring their wares. There were many items, ranging from old antiques to the latest technology. However, we couldn't take anything home since our pockets were empty.
I then noticed a peculiar stand where a man was selling shirts, and naturally I was curious so I had to take a look. When speaking to the man I noticed he donned a strange animal costume, looking cartoony and silly and outright cute. I then looked at his wares, and noticed three interesting shirts with the words "Soft", "Pudge", and "Squoosh" respectively. Definitely three of my favorite words.
As much as I wanted to buy those shirts, I couldn't buy them because I hadn't a dime. I walked away, yet the man had the nerve to grab me by the hand and stop me. "So used to the mundane world you are, that I see you need some help! Therefore I give you these shirts for free. But I'll give you a fair warning. These shirts are so special, you'll never worry about such a trivial thing!" he says and lets me go. But before I could decline and return the shirts, he walks away and turns behind a corner. Though my persistence pushed me to follow, when I went around the corner he was gone. There was no stand, no clothing, no evidence of him even existing except the three shirts that I held. In the end I realized that I have three free shirts for me and my friends.
However, it did not end there. I met up with my friends and gave two of the shirts away, keeping the "Squoosh" one for myself. With me, I tried mine on right away. The other two soon put on their shirts.
I began to admire the softness of the shirt and closed my eyes. Suddenly I succumbed to an urge to rub myself slowly, beginning to blush deeper and deeper. My imagination suddenly started to drift off into space, making me think of...cartoons? Was this what that man meant by "You needen't worry about the mundane world"?
I then snapped back to my senses when I heard my other friends yelling and donning similar costumes to the man that I encountered at the flea market. I asked what was wrong, and tried to quell their hysteria, but they only pointed to me and told me to look at myself.
The large hands and feet, the floofy tail, what the heck just happened? The dopey looks, the wobbly bodies, what were we? We've been turned into cartoon coons, and those shirts were cursed! I took off my shirt immediately upon my discovery, but I did not turn back to normal...