With the restaurant employee still looking quite befuddled, Dan scuttled across the tank floor on his spiky lobster legs. The poor waiter looked at the tank and then back to the spot where Kat had been standing before she disappeared.
Dan got a kick out of the poor guy's reaction. "Try living with witches," Dan thought.
Suddenly, Dan saw some blurry shapes in the background and the waiter straightened suddenly and turned away from the tank.
Outside the tank, the waiter grabbed some menus and welcomed the gentlemen. Using his eyestalks, Dan tried to determine why one of the blurry male shapes looked familiar. Then he heard another voice, louder than any other in the restaurant, that solved the mystery.
"This was a good idea, Spellman," the voice said. "I haven't been to this restaurant, but I've heard good things."
"It's my favorite," a familiar voice said. "My daughter's having a party here this evening."
"Dad!" Dan scuttled to the front pane in the glass tank and tried to get a better look. It didn't help. His eyestalks simply didn't give him a clear look, but the huge blob did look vaguely like this father.
It added a whole new dimension, finding himself trapped in a tank of lobsters, his own father only a few feet away and totally oblivious. Dan shuddered from the confusing mix of surfacing emotions.
"This way, gentlemen," the waiter, seemingly recovered from his shock at seeing a teenaged girl disappear into thin air, stood ready to show Dan's father and his business partner to their table.
They didn't immediately follow. Instead, Dan's father bent at the waist and lowered his face to peer into the lobster tank. One of the crustaceans, a particularly plump specimen, greeted him at the front of the tank.
"I do like lobster."
Dan heard the words and freaked.
"Dad! No! It's me!" Dan scuttled backward, away from the glass.
"Live a little," the business partner cajoled. "Splurge."
Dan's dad licked his lips just thinking of the plump lobster served up in a steaming, cherry red shell.
Dan felt a cascade of shivers that left him feeling mortified at the fact he could still be aroused faced with the prospect of being eaten by his own father. He tried to squeeze his plump form between the other armored lobsters in the tank, making every effort to blend with his fellow lobsters.
"You're right," Mr. Spellman said and got the waiter's attention. "I'd like that one," he said, pointing to Dan as he made his futile effort to hide himself among the other tank occupants. "Could you make certain of that?"
The waiter pinpointed Dan and the way his plumpness filled out his carapace. "Of course, sir. No problem at all."
"What about you, Roger?" Dan's father asked his partner.
"I'm more in the mood for a good steak."
Dan had every intention of hiding. The tank had a couple of other plump occupants. He could just...
The waiter grabbed one of his co-workers. "Show them to their table, please," the guy said. "I need to get a lobster out of the tank before I lose track of it."
So, just like that, the other restaurant employee whisked Mr. Spellman and his business associate to a table while the waiter grabbed a pair of tongs and moved a stainless steel bowl into position.
If Dan had still had his human cock, he was sure he would have exploded the moment the steel pincers closed around the middle of his abdomen.
"No!" Dan still tried to scream even as he got lifted from the tank and carried to the kitchen.