Volume 3 Chapter 45 : veluminous

Izzy walks back through reception, and Nurse Happy raises her eyebrows at her. "That was fast," she comments. "I have no notes about a follow-up."

"I opted not to have any procedures," Izzy says, wanting to leave.

"Well, that's good; you don't need to go modifying your body," Nurse Happy says with a smile. "It's a slippery slope."

"Thanks," Izzy whispers and steps into the elevator. The elevator climbs to the first floor, and the doors open. Izzy steps into reception.

Sue perks up at the sound of the elevator doors opening and smiles at Izzy. "Hey Izzy, what's up?" she says, standing up.

"Looking for Doctor Blob? Have you seen him?" Izzy asks, leaning on the reception desk.

Sue shakes her head no. Izzy blinks at Sue. Lately everyone has known where she is supposed to go even before she does. For once it is refreshing not to have an exact destination. She smiles at Sue, realizing she has been staring at her for several seconds.

"Is there something else I can do for you?" Sue asks. Izzy's gaze has been nice, but it's making her squirm. She feels the attraction in her stomach, the need for touch. She shakes her head again. "Haven't seen him."

Izzy walks into the bar. The room is busy. But Izzy is on a mission. She makes her way to the bar. Walking around waiting for patrons The cat looks at her and smiles. Izzy is tired of seeing that smile.

"Well, are you?" The cat makes a gesture. "Veluminous?"

"None of your business. Have you seen Dr. Blob around?" Izzy kneels down and looks across the floor for a green creature up to no good.

"Hmm, no, he left when you did. Why do you want to see him today, dear Izzy?" the cat says, leaning as far as he can over the bar.

"None of your business," Izzy says and leaves the bar. She mutters under her breath, "Would you kindly?"

Izzy walks outside and walks around the front of the building looking for a glimpse of the blob. She has a pang of loneliness as she thinks about Cane. She makes her way around inside and soon makes it to the gate that leads to the pool area. Inside, the lifeguards are doing what they always do. Grup is in his favorite hot tub, but there is no Dr. Blob.

Izzy walks to the orc and taps him on the shoulder. He jumps. "I challenge you to a duel," he shouts, reaching in front of him as he wakes up. "What? "There is no one there?" He mutters and looks around.

Behind him in Grup's blind spot, Izzy taps the green orc's bald head. "Have you seen Dr. Blob?"

Grup stands up and turns around in his skin-tight swimsuit, showing every inch of the outline of his half-hard member.

Izzy notices and blushes. She couldn't fit him before, but maybe now that she is on the trail of something to help her fit the minotaur, it should help her fit him too. She isn't sure why, but the thought seems unappealing.

"No, but you could be my 2:00 appointment if you like," the orc says with confidence.

She imagines what it would look and feel like to finally take that massive member inside her. She sighs; it should make her aroused, but today she is just filled with a sense of loneliness. Izzy shakes her head no.

Outside, the orc looks around first left, then right. "Well, if you ever find yourself interested, the high priestess of the filing cabinet is always welcome to collate my documents," he grunts and flops back down into the hot tub.

She calls out for Dr. Blob and gets no response. She walks through the bar doors and makes her way through the crowd. As she does, she overhears Jack Harrington talking loudly to an assembled group of ranch-motel regulars.

"Any ideas that don't involve dressing a dog up like a lizard folk?" Jack Harrington asks.

The crowd laughs, but Izzy can see the look of strain in the retired general's face. 'Things are not going well with the alien fleet. 'Izzy speculates.

Izzy makes her way back to reception and then has an idea. She first met Dr. Blob in the laundry room; it feels like a lifetime ago.

She walks into the laundry room, and the volleyball-sized blob is watching a bra get tumble-dried. 4 long tentacle eyestalks are inches from the glass, following the bra as it tumbles.

"I have been looking for you," Izzy says, moving forward. She notices the bra in the washer is both big and has three cups for breasts.

"Whose is that?" Izzy asks, pointing in a circle as it tumbles.

"I don't know; I found it in lost and found," he says, pointing at the small basket filled with miscellaneous laundry.

"Oh," Izzy says, feeling a moment of zen watching the bra tumble. The turbulent motion is hypnotic. "Have you ever met a three-breasted creature?"

Dr. Blob morphs into a wrinkly blob with two tired-looking saggy eye stalks. "Is this why you sought me out, young Izzy?" he wibbles.

Izzy looks at the dryer, the reflection showing her the preposterous look of Dr. Blob. Izzy loses control and laughs deeply. "What are you doing...?" she wheezes.

"You sought me out, Izzy; you must need my sage, experienced advice," Dr. Blob continues.

Izzy rubs the slime of Dr. Blob, wiggling off his fake wrinkles. He struggles and wiggles out of her grip.

He looks up at her and slowly blinks. "Well," he wibbles one eye stalk after another, going back to looking at the dryer; the hypnotic cups are calling to him.

Izzy looks down at him. "I need to make part of my body more stretchy."

Dr. Blob turns all of his eyestalks to look at Izzy's nose, raising his eyestalks to look at it from many angles. "I was confused by the stiffness of your mating appendage; it was my understanding that humans reproduced with the weird thing in their pants, but yours is located on your face."

Izzy looks at Dr. Blob, reconsidering their friendship. "Now look here, Blob, the doctor said you could help me, and instead you're insulting me."

Dr. Blob extends two pseudopods high above his head and wiggles them. "You want to be flexible and stretchy, yes?" Dr. Blob rolls over to the vending machine and reaches in and pulls out some jelly bean-style candy. He hands them to Izzy.

He takes on the fake form of the medical doctor. "When you're ready to get wibbly with it, just swallow one." He wibbles his arms sideways. "Wiggley wiggley," he says.

"Those are just jelly beans? What are you talking about?" Izzy asks, pointing and wrinkling her nose. Then, feeling self-conscious about her nose, glares at the blob instead.

"They are magic jelly beans; trust your sensei," the blob says and bloops as he disappears around the corner.

Izzy sits alone watching the three-breasted bra tumbling, holding the bag of jelly beans and once again reconsidering her life.