Dr. Blob taps a pseudopod at the Cats motel-issued watch. The screen displays garbage text. “Watch, you know I can’t read English… Watch device call Izzy.” The watch beeps.
“Calling Marlin,” the watch says.
Dr. Blob slaps at the Cats Watch More. “No, no, no, Izzy, Izzy from the ranch motel.” The watch hangs up and makes a second call.
The line connects, “Hello, my favorite humans.” He waves at the face of Izzy on the watch. His pseudopods flopping around “I invited you to come to the gas station with me. Good news, you are not late!”
Izzy laughs. “Yeah, we are just finishing getting ready,” she says, picking out what shoes to wear.
“Good, I shall get the chariot,” he says as he slides down the bar stool, the metal getting shinier behind him. The Cat leans over the bar, making sure to keep the watch pointed at the blob. “So to confirm, we will meet today at 3:30. Meet me outside. That’s 20 Earth minutes away. You will be there?” The blob bounces with excitement.
“Definitely, we are just getting dressed. Like I said, we will meet you there.” Izzy responds that the energy from the green slime is infectious; she has never been this excited to go to a gas station before in her life.
The Cat brings the watch to his face. “The gas station has always been an integral part of the earth experience,” the Cat says, making Izzy and Jacob jump. Izzy makes a sour face as the cum oozes out of her. She reaches down and slaps at the watch, turning the screen off.
“What’s wrong?” Jacob says, putting a hand on her shoulder,
“Ugh, lady problems. Cane is leaking out of me,” she says, shifting uncomfortably as the pad rides up into her butt. She picks at it.
“Oh…. Oh. Oh, that can’t be that bad,” he says, realization hitting him. He shuts his mouth, but the damage is done. He can see she is stewing in it. After 5 minutes of painful silence. Izzy stares at him.
“If you think it’s no big deal,” She says, dropping her pants and pulling the cummy panties down, and hands them to him, “I insist you wear these.”
He holds them delicately, looking at her while she gets dressed again with a new pad.
“What if I say no?” he asks, examining the sticky-looking pad.
“Then you can stay here, and Dr. Blob and I will head to the gas station and have a good time without you. The rumor is we are going to get ice cream.”
He blinks at her, his heart fluttering. “Yeah… fine.” He drops his shorts and takes the boxers off. He slides them up his legs, pulling the thick pad tight to his body.
Cane’s cum is sticky, and it is warm from Izzy’s body heat. He turns and looks into the mirror; he adjusts the front. It really does look like he is wearing a thin diaper. His cheeks are red. He hears the click of Izzy’s cellphone camera. He turns around and says, “Hey, what are you doing?”
She laughs and shows him the photo. “Hey yourself. I thought it was no big deal.”
“Just don’t set it as your lock screen, ok?” He begs. He knows she wouldn’t, but what if she did?
They finish getting dressed. Jacob keeps looking at his butt in the mirror, checking to see if anything is showing. A car horn blasts outside the motel window.
Izzy checks her watch, and it displays 3:20. She pokes her head out the door to see a 1979 Ford LTD Country Squire station wagon. Dr. Blob looks at her from under a baseball cap. “Let’s ride!” he exclaims, bouncing in the seat like a child.
Dr. Blob watches as Izzy grabs her purse while Jacob climbs into the back. She climbs into the front of the car. “Is this not classic American?” Dr. Blob wiggles his eyestalks.
She looks around at the parking lot filled with classic American cars. “Hey, if it makes you happy,” she says. Dr. Blob drives down the road. The car is comfortable, and it glides over bumps.
She puts her hand out the window, letting the wind create an airfoil and lift her hand. It soars through the wind. She dives to the right and dives to the left.
“Tell me something interesting and personal that is traditional on a road trip, Izzy,” Dr. Blob says, growing a third eye and looking at her with it.
She thinks as she looks out the window at her hand, pondering life. “I thought getting the toxic stuff from the beast removed would return me to normal.” She looks at the green slime alien. “I am just as horny as before.”
Dr. Blob’s eye stalks grow eyelids and blink. It turns another of its 3 eyes toward her, then the car drifts off the road. Dr. Blob cranks the wheel to the left, getting the Ford back onto the road. “It’s possible the damage was permanent. However, I feel you’re just feeling liberated. I have watched much of your television, and they are so very wrinkly.”
“What?” Izzy says.
“No, I mean prude.” Dr. Blob corrects.
She looks at him. askance “You’re saying humans are prudes.”
“Compared to other species, yes,” they turn into the gas station. Josh Gas walks up to the window, his jumpsuit spotless as usual. “What can I get you ladies?” he asks.
“Oh yes, fill me up, buttercup,” Dr. Blob says, wiggling with delight.
“Sure thing, cutie,” Josh says back. He makes a production of filling the tank of the Ford. He comes back to the window. “Care for any snacks for the road?”
Dr. Blob vibrates, “Yes, many snacks. Let’s go, Izzy and Jacob,” he says as he is already halfway out the window.
It has finally occurred to Jacob that he is wandering around wearing women’s underwear and also women’s underwear full of cum. Not his cum, the werewolf that keeps filling his girlfriend. Also not just werewolf cum, werewolf cum that had been in his girlfriend. ‘What the hell is wrong with me? Why is this hot’? He slides out of the car with an obvious erection and tries to hide it.
Izzy slaps his butt as they walk inside. “Nice erection,” she says and kisses his cheek.
He blushes, ‘Ugh, I am so weird.’ They walk into the gas station, and nothing has changed; it is still the 1940s gas station she remembered from what feels like a lifetime ago. She wanders around with Dr. Blob.
“I am told there is an adult section.” The blob wanders looking for it.
“What would you want with an adult section?” She says, looking at the rolling mass move with no discernible sexual organs.
Dr. Blob stops and looks very seriously at Izzy. “New experiences,” it says and keeps rolling toward the back room. Jacob, however, is looking for snacks, oblivious they have left.
“Maybe I require a Bilbo,” the blob says, pointing at various objects.
“I am pretty sure you mean dildo.” She holds back a laugh.
“Yes, that.” He looks around.
“Does your species find vibrations pleasing?” Izzy asks, still searching the shelves for something interesting for her and Jacob.
“Yes, very much so.” He says and watches her nod at him and then walk directly over to a display with Hitachi wands and grab a box.
“You need one of these.” She hands it to Dr. Blob.
“I trust your instincts.” Dr. Blob opens the box and pulls the vibrator free. He waves the wand around like a magic talisman. “Now, what may we purchase to make your own sexual needs more fulfilled?” He points at a 4-inch-across dildo. “Do you require a larger Bilbo?”
She laughs hard at the absurdity of it. She looks at the blob that has seen every inch of her body inside and out. “Uhh, no, that’s way too big for me.” She wanders up and down the aisle, stopping at a realistic 7-inch dildo with a cum tube.
“Do you like that one? It’s not very interesting.” Dr. Blob Jiggle Wiggles.
“I wonder if Jacob will wear this for me.” She holds it to her pubic bone. Dr. Blob looks close to get a better opinion.
“It looks comparatively small I would think you would want something larger. Is that how small Jacob is?” he asks flatly, swinging his eyes back to the 4-inch one. “Now that is a phallus.”
‘I ache to have Jacob in me. Maybe this will help?’ she thinks. She gives it a wiggle, and something about the way it moves. ”I think it’s perfect.”
She pulls an unopened one from the shelf and grabs a harness. She grabs a bottle of lube and fake cum lube for fun. She has an image of him filling her belly with cum. She clenches. “That will definitely help us,” she says.
Dr. Blob watches with 5 eyes glued to her every action. She puts the items in a handbasket, and together they head back to the main room to find a still clueless Jacob. Browsing a section filled with snacks.
