After Dan had his chuckle at the expense of the perplexed member of the restaurant wait staff, he got down to business.
He scuttled a few inches and came face to face, more or less, with another of the tank occupants.
Dan did a slow cataloging of a face only some alien monster might find attractive. Twinned antennae sprouted from the middle of the other lobster's face. They paled in comparison to the whiplike protrusions that were rooted in barnacle-like sockets on either side of the two lesser antennae. The other crustacean had retracted its eyestalks after their bumping into each other, and the dark eye-tips rooted to the mobile stalks looked broodingly dark and impenetrable. An assortment of filaments, cilium, feathery fronds, armored feelers, and spiky bits completed the "look" of the other lobster which, with frightening certainty, Dan realized perfectly matched his own new appearance.
"Crikey!" He would have uttered, only he had nothing resembling human mouthparts, vocal cords, or lips to produce the words.
Lobsters scored rather low on the cute and cuddly chart that might have tempted someone to deign more than a glance in his direction. In fact, he realized that they are, in truth, utterly hideous.
And yet...
"I'm hideous," he thought with a shiver at the delicious comedown. He could hardly exercise his imagination to think of a more ugly, far-from human form.
And yet...
He'd wanted this... and the feeling of finding himself displayed as... "food!" Dan gulped a mental hiccup.
The repercussions of his choice engulfed him with a frenzy of regret that had him scuttling around the tank on his spiky walking legs, colliding with other lobsters, bumping into the transparent walls of glass.
"I'm trapped!" Dan finally recognized what should have been fairly evident even to his distracted brain.
And trapped not only by the glass walls and floor of the 100-gallon restaurant tank. He had willingly walled himself into the exoskeleton of a hard yet brittle shell. He was an agitated, quivering mass of plump, sweet flesh longing for a warm bath of melted butter.
"Ohhh...fuck..."
He'd never been more aroused... or terrified... and Kat had only been gone for 15 minutes.
And yet...
He remained a lobster. Horny as hell, but what could he do about it?
His eyestalks raked the other lobsters, all with blue bands constricting their claws. He flexed his claws and felt the tightness of his own bands.
Too much. It was all too much. Kat! He found himself wishing his sister would come back.
And then...