“The competition has just started. Grab a chair, grab a seat, hop in the pool—I don’t care what you do, but get ready!” Psyche cheers, pushing the energy level to 11. The crowd is already hyped performing for them is the world-class celebrity who has just ended her European tour to play at the Ranch Motel.
The contestants stand next to each other just off stage. Izzy turns to Dr. Blob. “Where’s your swimsuit?” She asks, bending down and touching his head like he was a dog.
Dr. Blob pulls a suit out of his body while fending off her petting. “I borrowed one; it’s right here.”
“You better get into it soon,” Izzy laughs at the ridiculous blob.
“I am beautiful,” Dr. Blob says with determination.
Izzy stands feeling uncomfortable about her own black swimsuit as she hears Sue talking with Yoko. “What is the prize for winning this anyway?” Sue asks Yoko.
“No idea; I wasn’t here last year.” Yoko says, preening her tails.
“Really?” Sue asks. “I thought you had been here for years.”
“Oh yeah, I have been. I was just on vacation to Maine; I wanted to see Arcadia,” Yoko says wistfully.
“I am beautiful,” Dr. Blob says with more confidence.
The last contestant, Eucleia, stands in her white flowing swimsuit, looking the vision of beauty with white cat-eye sunglasses on, and her hair has a multitude of colored ribbons flowing in the nonexistent wind.
Izzy double-takes. “Hey, that’s not fair; she is like that Eros guy, a demigod.”
Dr. Blob wiggles his body. “I am beautiful,” he cheers himself on.
The slow music in the background picks up its pace, and Psyche dances her way back onto the stage. She has changed into a white leotard that leaves little to the imagination, a golden ivy circlet on her head, and bright red lipstick. “CONTESTANTS!!!!!!!!!! Come on up!”
The contestants take the stage, Dr. Blob first, wearing a one-piece blue swimsuit with ruffled leg holes. His mass is squeezed inside it, allowing him to fill it out in the seductive form of a humanoid woman. The outfit looks like it must have been for a 3-breasted lady. Dr. Blob’s gelatinous mass quivers in the cups. “Hello world, I am beautiful,” he says, waving a pair of pseudopods around. His body quivering to maintain the complex shape.
Izzy who is still looking at dr. blobs third boob turns her head quickly as psyche announces her she stands wearing her black swimsuit with big bows and black bunny ears with a white bunny tail. “You’re not broadcasting this, are you?” she asks.
Eucleia is wearing a flowing swimsuit with gossamer-thin fabric streaming off the solid white material; she is wearing a white crown. Her skin is white and beautiful. She looks at the crowd aloofly and dismissively. “Has anyone seen a magical door?” she says as the fake wind tousles her hair, her red, yellow, and white ribbons dancing in the wind.
Yoko comes up wearing a beautiful flower-print tube top, showing off her flat stomach, and the bikini bottom is a swim skirt style about 5 inches long matching the top. “Hello! Am I still getting paid for this?” she asks, her magnificent tail and ears clearly on display.
Sue stands in her one-piece bathing suit. It’s hot pink with baby blue ruffles. Her breasts are only a handful, and she waves excitedly with her water wings. “I hope you’re all having a good time. When do I get to swim?” she says, shifting in her swim diaper, the soft rustling lost in the chaos of noise.
“Now that we have introduced our 5 contestants, let’s have some judging!” psyche says and moves to the quivering blob.
She stands in front of a blob who is holding his metaphorical breath, puffing his pseudo-breasts out. The crowd cheers wildly.
She stands in front of Izzy, who looks at Dr. Blob and his ridiculous three-breasted bust line and attempts to stick her chest out to match. The crowd cheers, and Izzy feels a warmth of praise, but she realizes quickly she isn’t getting as much as Dr. Blob.
Psyche stands in front of Eucleia. The woman raises her chin and sticks out her chest, looking dignified. “Has anyone seen a door?” she asks loudly. The crowd cheers less loudly for her than for Izzy. Eucleia feels indignant. How could the slime get more cheers than her? She sighs and focuses, then realizes even Izzy has gotten more cheers; she clenches her fingers in frustration. ‘You’re not here to win a beauty contest; you’re here to stop a calamity the likes of which the earth hasn’t seen in 3000 years.’ “Focus,” she chides herself out loud.
The kitsune looks around confused as Psyche tests the microphone. “How about Miss Yoko here?” The crowd cheers even louder then for Dr. Blob. “So am I getting paid?” she asks.
Psyche moves on. “Ok, now how about this cute little thing?” She gestures to Sue, who shivers as she pees an imperceptible amount with stage fright.
Psyche smiles at Sue. “Well, well, isn’t she adorable, folks?”
Sue covers her face in shame and hatred; she enjoys it so very much. The crowd goes wild, cheering Sue’s name.
“Well, you have spoken! Sue wins the dry swimsuit competition!” Psyche takes 3 steps back and steps behind a large Plexiglas panel. “And now folks, the moment you have been waiting for: the THE REAL SWIMSUIT CONTEST! the wet swimsuit contest!” Several members of the crowd aim squirt guns and begin spraying the contestants. Dr. Blob swells up as he absorbs water. Eucleia’s nipples stand up and are prominent as the white swimsuit turns transparent, hiding no detail of her body. Izzy gets upset and gets goosebumps. While Sue just laughs and turns around, being playful. The kitsune looks defiant, daring anyone to spray her, but no one does.
“That’s enough, folks. Ok, ok, ok, let’s see.” psyche takes a stack of towels from a crew member. “Well, is Dr. Blob better wetter?”
Dr. Blob tries to wave, but he is severely bloated, his fake breasts spilling out of the top. The binding rips, and the swimsuit is launched into the crowd.
“Oh my, the contestant is naked!” Psyche says, and the crowd goes wild. Dr. Blob hides behind a towel as he expels the water from his body, reverting slowly back to his small blobby self.
“Calm down, calm down, ok? Next up is Izzy! She is new to the ranch; be nice. I hear she is attached but still playing around.” Psyche waggles her eyebrows at the crowd, making Izzy blush. “Look at those cheeks,” Psyche mimes pinching them.
The crowd goes wild! Louder then for Doctor Blob. Izzy restrains herself from slapping the women; the praise does feel good, though.
The goddess of modesty looks at psyche; her gossamer ethereal swimsuit, now wet, shows her hard nipples and the outline of her pubic area. “Oh fellows, I can tell you this one gets my vote.”
“Magical door, anyone?” Eucleia asks loudly, but her voice is lost in the roar of the crowd. Psyche gestures to calm the crowd down.
The kitsune looks like she is very tired of this; she unhooks her top and lets it fall. “Well, this is what you want, isn’t it?” The crowd is unusually quiet. Then one person in the crowd squirts her in the nipple. The kitsune backflips over the water and takes the spray gun and squirts the lizard folk in the pants till they look like they have peed themselves.
“Well, folks! Did you see that? And topless, no less.” Psyche says “impressive”. the crowd goes crazy.
“Last but not least, we have the most adorable receptionist on the planet,” Psyche says with pride in her voice. “SUE!!!!”
The crowd cheers loudly.
Dramatic music plays, and she raises her hand for silence. “I have decided that the winner is… Dr. Blob!” She lays a contest sash over the blob, who looks exhausted. “That was one hell of a performance! The skill required to launch your bathing suit nonfatally at the crowd is a thing of beauty”
The crowd stands up and claps for Dr. Blob.
“The rest of you, thanks for competing.” Psyche makes a shooing gesture to the rest of the contestants.
Izzy walks off the stage with the others, and she looks back at the blob, who is beaming with pride. ‘At least he is happy,’ she thinks and sits with her feet in the water.
Eucleia sits with her feet in the water next to Izzy, and Sue slides in next to her. The kitsune has left the pool to get back to work.
“What are you doing?” Eucleia says to Sue.
“enjoying the water” Sue kicks her feet and looks at Eucleia. “What are you doing?”
“I thought we were forming camaraderie?” Eucleia says, eyeing the cold water, so much colder than the hot spring she longs to return to.
Izzy pushes her in. She isn’t sure why it just felt compelling At the time. Izzy laughs once before she finds herself in the water.
A very smug Sue grins at herself. Until Izzy and Eucleia grab her feet and drag her in.
Psyche “You think that was a blast? Wait till you see the weightlifting contest coming up next!”
Izzy Sue and Eucleia all look at each other and laugh.
Izzy grabs a passing pool mat and uses it to float. Sue grabs on and presses against Izzy. “I can’t swim well,” she says with an edge of panic in her voice.
Eucleia grabs the other end of the mat, and they climb on together. They float. “You would think I would win, but I lost to a gelatinous cube.”
Izzy laughs. “He isn’t a cube; he is a blobby, and honestly, he looked sexy in a swimsuit.”
The three of them laugh together again.
