Izzy and Dr. Blob sit at a booth of the bar in the ranch motel in the state of Nebraska in the union of America on the pnet Earth that is part of the Sol system located in the Orion Spur, one of many in the Kiklios Gaxios that in turn is a small, insignificant part of the Virgo Cluster that is also a small part of the Laniakea Supercluster.

  Dr. Blob wibbles; he feels weary, his st assignment heavy on his mind. He focuses himself on the here and the now. He looks at the face of the highly evolved mammal sitting in front of him her pte empty and the rge cake half gone. “Well, my human friend, let's go get the toxin out of you.” He rolls onto the floor without another word.

  Izzy looks around confused, stabs her fork into the uncut section of cake and eats another bite. She waves at the fox eared girl and says, “Hey, send the cake to my room.”

  As she moves to the door She yells back at the cat “that is the best cake ever” and follows the rolling blob into the elevator.

  Dr. Blob reaches out a pseudopod and touches the button for the second floor. As the elevator pushes up, he squishes down and bounces back to shape as it stops.

  The second-floor lobby looks like an executive lounge. Leather chairs and brass ashtrays, thick leather books on walnut shelves—the kind of pce an evil mastermind would sit petting his kitty. In this case an albino dancer sits drinking scotch. She is reading something on an e-ink dispy, occasionally making notes.

  Her dress is loose and flowy but also a dark olive green, the contrast with her light skin stark. She looks up. “Oh, it’s you!” she smiles. “If you ever want to dance, let me know.”

  Dr. Blob smiles and waves a pseudopod. “Yeah, I will.”

  “No, Dr. Blob, I was talking about your date,” she responds, setting the dispy on her p. Izzy can make out she was looking at a photograph of Simeon Solomon's famous Sappho painting. Izzy doesn't recognize it, but she can tell it's two women being intimate. She shrugs.

  “Will do,” she says back as they make their way to Dr. Blob’s room. It opens for him as he gets close. The room inside is ordinary, with a bed. Microwave, TV, refrigerator, 6-foot pstic kids pool.

  “Welcome to my pce.” He says, “I most enjoy the balcony.” He gestures and rolls into the bathroom. He closes the door behind himself.

  Izzy pokes her head out the door onto the 8-ft-wide walkway that runs the entire length of the back of the ranch. She can see everything that happens in the pool area. Izzy thinks about the rough tentacle sex she had and how anyone could have watched, ‘I have never been a voyeur. The toxin is changing me. I should be horrified.’ Her logical side says softly, calmly,

  ‘Instead, you are aroused, wondering when the next time is.’ Her lust says, ‘Part of you is wondering how invasive Dr. Blob will be. Wondering what a pseudopod would feel like inside you, you love this, and you know it. Why get rid of me?’

  She is broken out of her internal thoughts by the sound of Dr. Blob opening the door, and now swollen and much more clear, he climbs into the pool. He makes two eye stalks to look at her. His bulk sags down, filling the pool.

  “What are you doing?” She asks. her life is one endless confusion answers coming at the price of more confusion.

  “Getting ready for you,” his voice much deeper now.

  “Ok, doc? Now what?” she asks, looking at the 6-foot-across jello mold that is her friend.

  “Get fully naked and step in me,” the blob says, dividing in half, making a spot for her to step inside.

  “What? Now it's some weird sex thing,” she barks.

  “I assure you I have no sexual intent with you or any other non-blobby,” he wobbles as he speaks in slow, rhythmic movements.

  She slips her clothes off but leaves her bra and underwear on. She is shocked the spare pair of underwear is missing. With a shrug, she asks, “Will this do?”

  “If you insist,” the blob swishes, “this will be easier if you're naked, but we can still make it work. No promises I won't dissolve them anyway,” he jokes and watches her approach.

  She takes a tentative step into the pool. He is warm and slightly tingly on her skin. She puts the other foot into the pool, and the ooze flows up her legs. The ooze envelops her, and soon it gets to her neck.

  The blob's color starts shifting towards blue. With a shudder, it consumes her and sucks her inside its mass, curling her into a fetal position. She panics and thrashes, trying to escape.

  She is drowning. ‘It’s killing me.’ She screams, the air leaving her lungs, she stops her self and holds what's left of her breath.

  A loud tapping sound on her eardrums: “Hello, hello, is this thing on?” He asks inside her head; she keeps panicking.

  “Ok, trust me, deep breath now,” he begs. She continues fighting.

  “I hyperoxygenated my fluid; you can breathe me,” he says, and the fluid pushes at her lips, but she resists.

  Her vision fills with spots, and then the fluid rushes down her nose and throat into her lungs. “Just rex. I am going to start cleansing now.”

  Her skin tingles and prickles, and her vision clears. The fluid circutes through her mouth into her lungs and then out of her nose. Her oxygen levels peak, and her panic subsides. The gell squeesing and pulling on her letting her breathe even though she dosn't need it . She floats like a child in the womb.

  “It’s filthy in here,” he mutters to her. She wants to express her anger at being called dirty, but there is no way. Then it occurs to her to flip him off.

  She feels a warmth invade her anus and her vagina; he wobbles soothingly, and despite everything, she falls asleep.

  She dreams of faraway pnets with fantastic creatures and a giant tentacle wiping it all out as it passes until it meets Earth. It coils around it and squeezes.

  She wakes and starts panicking, then her memories return and she tries to calm herself. She feels dead. She isn't breathing. Her heart isn't beating. Everything is being handled by the blobby.

  She tries to speak, and Dr. Blob whispers into her ear, “I removed the toxin and 17 cancerous clusters. A shocking amount of pstic, lead, and other toxic molecules Curiously, I also found a penny in your digestive system.” She nods gratefully but is confused by the penny ‘i didn't swallow a penny did i?’ she thinks the external and internal quiet is unsettling.

  “Sleep,” he whispered, and she felt something rubbing her back. She tries to stay awake but falls asleep again. When she wakes again, she is hungry.

  “You're awake. Good, let's get you out.” She feels her heart start to beat slowly at first, then faster, and her lungs start breathing.

  “Breathe out hard,” he whispers, and he flows out of her every orifice with a horrible sucking feeling and sound.

  She coughs and starts breathing air again. She notices his color is dark blue. With a quick roll, the slime moves to the bathroom, and she can hear him dump all the fluid out of himself into the toilet. After 2 minutes she hears a flush. She lies there cold and so hungry on the floor of the cheap pstic pool.

  “How do you feel?” he asks her looking as concerned as a blob can look.

  “Hollow, hungry, empty,” she says, pushing herself off the floor, looking around her s elf everything looks brighter. her body, feeling odd but good. Better than good, she felt amazing.

  “That's to be expected.” The now knee-high blob wobbles happily. “Your species carries so much waste inside you it is arming.”

  She tries to get to her feet. “That was, uh, really messed up.” He watches expectantly as she stands up perfectly, not even a wobble.

  “You’re welcome,” he burbles happily. “I must sleep soon. You are welcome to stay.” He indicates the bed.

  She realizes she is a zombie now, or more realistically Everything looks tasty, even the carpet. “No, I must go eat.”

  “enjoy” he burbles and slides into the kiddy pool where he melts like hot butter.

  She looks around for any trace of her underwear, but she can't find any. She doesn't care; this hungry void demands to be filled. She dresses and throws her shoes o0n.

  She looks in the pool, and it's filled with a rexed slime evenly spread out over 6 feet. “Thank you,” she says, expecting some response. She waits and says it again louder, “Thank you.”

  No response. She shrugs and gathers what wits she has and goes down to the bar. Reception is empty, and the bar is too. Except for The Cat standing behind the bar as always. The sky started to lighten with the dawn behind him.

  “No bra? Come now, you shouldn't have to work that hard for it,” he grins, arms held wide. He falters, lowering them. “Uh, who died?”

  “Cat, feed me!” she excims, arms held out in front of her.

  “Get back, you zombie swine!” he excims, reaching under the bar and spraying her with a Super Soaker.

  Izzy stands there confused, her shirt clinging to her. “What the hell? I just need a sandwich.”

  “Huh,” he says, “either my holy water is weak or you’re just very hungry.”

  “Just feed me!” She cries out. The Cat rushes into the back room and returns with a big stack of pancakes and eggs. “Didn't have any brains. Will this do?”

  She doesn't speak; she just starts eating. Once her belly is full, she finds her phone and checks it. 3 voicemails and a few texts

  The first text says. “Hey, where did you go?” It's from Jacob, and so are the rest.

  She sighs, “Shit, I never told him I was going to Doctor Blob’s.”

  “I went to the bar to find you, and you disappeared.” His second text says

  “The cat says you went back to Doc Blob’s pce. I will wait up for you,” his third text.

  “I talked to security; they say you're still in Doc Blob's room, and I can't interrupt you. I am worried.” Fourth and final text.

  Izzy checked her voicemail.

  “Mrs. Adora, it's Jack Harrington. Jacob tried to force his way into Doctor Blobbington's room. Security has remanded him to the nursery. Feel free to pick him up at your convenience,” the first voicemail.

  “Well, shit, at least he didn't get hurt.” She mutters as the second one starts to py.

  “Hello, Isabel, It's Audrey; your little boy is doing well. He is sleeping. I ask you to let him sleep till morning before you collect him.” The next message starts soon.

  “Hello, Isabel. It's Audrey. Your little boy is doing well. He is very concerned about you. This kind of neglect is unhealthy. If it continues, I will have to bring it up with the general.”