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Eugene Fizzlebot
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Inventor and Tinkerer Extraordinary
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"The Stimulant Potion"
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[ANOTHER INFAMOUS GREEN HELL PRODUCTION]
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Eugene Fizzlebot is an excentric genius who constantly comes up with crazy
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ideas and inventions he hopes will either benefit mankind or make him rich. But
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somehow his inventions never seem to quite work out. And then the results are
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often unexpected.
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But for some reason, he never gives up trying!
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Another morning in the Fizzlebot home. Mildred Fizzlebot gets up groggily
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at the sound of the alarm, leaving her husband to doze in bed. Mr. Fizzlebot
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does not have a regular job, but then neither does his wife. Mr. Fizzlebot is
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the inventor of the inside-the-eggshell egg scrambler, and the profits from
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this device allow him and his family to live without too much trouble in
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comfort.
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Mrs. Fizzlebot might argue with this statement, but she is too tired at the
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moment.
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Once downstairs, Mrs. Fizzlebot begins to make breakfast. Coffee, eggs,
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coffee, toast, orange juice, more coffee. Yes, another stimulating morning in
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the Fizzlebot household.
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"Jane, John! Breakfast is ready!" Mrs. Fizzlebot called to her children.
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The two were twins, 16 years of age. Mildred was only 22 when she and her
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husband had the children. Their mother sighed at the passing years. 38 years
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old already, she thought. Oh well, at least I'm a healthy thirty-eight.
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Indeed she was. A firm build, red hair that had not yet lost it's luster
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(and she hoped would not give into the evil gray hairs she suspected lurked
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just beneath the scalp), and a body kept in shape with regular (well,
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occasional) exercise. Mildred had nothing to regret in her appearance. So what
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if she didn't look stunning or even beautiful? At least her looks were
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real.
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Mrs. Fizzlebot's musings were rudely interrupted by the sound of the phone.
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"Shit, who the hell could that be?" She rushed and answered the phone before it
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could ring a second time and jar her nerves again. "Hello?"
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"Um... Is Karen Elliot there?"
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"I'm afraid you must have the wrong number," Mrs. Fizzlebot said politely,
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while envisioning her hands around the neck of the early morning caller.
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"Oh. Sorry." Whoever it was hung up. Before Mildred could vent her frust-
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rations with another swear word, she heard the children coming.
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John was the first down. He was a short, stocky boy with long brown hair
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and a somewhat squarish face. John wore a black T-shirt (with a rather
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offensive sounding band name on it) as well as black pants. His brown eyes
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seemed sullen. John muttered a "Good morning" to his mother, sat down and began
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to scarf down his breakfast. Mrs. Fizzlebot sighed. John was a bit strange, but
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well-behaved.
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It was several more minutes before Jane came down. She was anything but
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plain, as the old saw went. Today she wore a New Kids On The Block T-shirt
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(John winced), plain jeans, and New Kids On The Block sneakers (John groaned).
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Jane was cute. In fact, almost abnormally so. She had red hair (paler than her
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mother's) done up in a pony tail, a sprinkling of freckles on her dimples, and
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light blue eyes. She also had a tendency to giggle a great deal.
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Apparently, while nature had proceeded normally for her physical development,
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it had neglected Jane's emotional maturity. She spent little time with boys,
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instead hanging out with her childhood girl friends. She tended to be a bit
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shy.
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At least it means she doesn't associate with the more lecherous boys,
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Mildred thought.
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Jane smiled at her mother and sat down without saying anything. She didn't
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giggle at John's appearance as she usually did, which her mother took as a
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hopeful sign.
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"Great breakfast Mom," John Fizzlebot said, having demolished his meal. He
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grabbed the glass of orange juice that had sat neglected the whole time and
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rapidly downed it's contents. "I'm gonna go now," he said, getting up.
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"Ah ah ah! You're going to sit right there until your father comes down."
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"Awwww," John said as he sat down, "shit..." Jane giggled, then ducked her
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head when her mother gave her a stern look.
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"John, I told you no swearing at the table. Save it for your friends." Mrs.
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Fizzlebot considered her son's friends. They all seemed to have long hair, worn
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out clothes, and tended to make passes at her. "Though where you get such
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friends I'll never know."
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Only a few more minutes later, Mr. Fizzlebot came down. He had on one
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slipper, blue boxer shorts, and one of his wife's nightrobes. His light brown
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hair was ruffled crazily. Jane giggled.
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"Wherzc'ffee?" he mumbled, stumbling around the kitchen.
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"Where it always is dear," Mrs. Fizzlebot said. It was obviously not the
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first time she had used the phrase. "On the counter."
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Mr. Fizzlebot grunted and obtained a mug. He drank down a whole cup, then
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re-filled the mug and sat down at his own plate.
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"Dad, you look like shit," John commented. Jane giggled again.
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"John, I told you no swearing at the table!" Mrs. Fizzlebot said firmly.
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"Listen to your mother," Mr. Fizzlebot said distractedly. It was obviously
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not the first time he had used the phrase. He began to grow more alert as he
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ate.
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"Mom, can I go now?" John said, ignoring the statements.
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Mrs. Fizzlebot eyed her husband, and with years of experience judged it
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would still be a while before he was fully alert. She sighed. "Yes you can.
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Have a good day at school," Mildred said as John passed by her. He didn't reply
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but she saw the smile on his face.
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He's not a bad boy, she thought contentedly. Just a little... unusual.
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Mr. Fizzlebot reached for his mug and noticed the pink sleeve of the
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nightrobe, for the first time. "Woops," he said.
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"You're funny, Daddy!" Jane said suddenly, amidst a burst of fresh giggles.
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Soft and husky, but with a little squeak on the vowels, her voice was a
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striking contrast with her appearance.
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Mr. Fizzlebot frowned. "Jane, you're a bit too old to be calling me
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'Daddy'. You're in the 10th grade now, you should call me 'Dad'." Jane ducked
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her head and blushed slightly.
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"Ok," she said. Mr. Fizzlebot nodded, then frowned again. "Where's my
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fork?" he asked, looking around his plate. Jane glanced up quickly at her
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mother and saw a Don't-you-even-think-about-it expression there.
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"I-I think I'll go now," Jane said. Mr. Fizzlebot nodded absently as he
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lifted his plate to look under it. Jane hurriedly made ready to leave, making
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what sounded suspiciously like stifled tittering sounds. With a hurried slam
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of the door, she was gone.
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Mrs. Fizzlebot went over to her husband, who was looking under the table
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with a puzzled expression on his face. Mildred carefully took the forgotten
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utensil from her husbands hand and tapped him on the head with it.
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"Oh. Thank you dear," Eugene said. "What would I ever do without you?"
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"My husband, the forgetful genius," Mrs. Fizzlebot said with a mock serious
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tone and a smile. Then she sat down and the smile faded. "Gene, I'm worried
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about Jane."
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"Why, what's wrong?"
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"She's sixteen already but she doesn't spend much time with any boys. She
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hasn't even been out on a date yet."
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"She's just shy," Eugene said. "Don't worry, just give her some time." He
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finished off his eggs and began sipping from his coffee mug.
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"Cathy told me some of the boys have been paying a lot of attention to
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her." Cathy was a friend of the family and a phys-ed teacher at Jane's high
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school.
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"Have they been trying anything?" Mr. Fizzlebot said in an ominous tone.
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"No. She spends too much time with her girl friends. And a lot of them are
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younger than she is."
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"I think Joy is only thirteen," Eugene agreed. "Well, if you want, I can
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sit her down and talk to her. Maybe answer any questions she has about boys."
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"I already did that," Mildred said, annoyed.
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"Ah, but you're not a boy," her husband grinned, and gave her breast a soft
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squeeze.
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"And do boys like wearing women's clothing?" Mildred said with a smirk,
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nodding to her apparel item.
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"Um, excuse me," Mr. Fizzlebot said, and hurried up stairs.
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Later that morning Mr. Fizzlebot was in his personal labratory on the
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second floor of the garage. Over a period of years he had filled it with an
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assortment of equipment and devices gathered from numerous sources. Cages of
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test rodents occupied one whole counter. Against one wall was a huge chalk
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board. The room had a strong but non-pungent chemical odor.
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Mr. Fizzlebot peered at the amber fluid in the flask he was holding. He had
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been working for some time on a stimulant. A stimulant that would provide a
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great deal of energy and alertness, without any nasty side effects or addictive
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properties. He figured he could make a killing with the truckers through out
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the country.
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In one small cage on the counter, Mickey the hamster moved about lethargic-
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ally. The other hamster, Minnie, didn't even move. Both of the furry slugs were
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notoriously lazy, so Eugene considered them perfect test subjects. In a few
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moments, both of the tiny mammals had been given a drop of the amber liquid.
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They blinked their eyes a few times, than went about their usual apathy. Eugene
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watched them carefully for five minutes, growing more and more distracted. He
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rapped his knuckles on the counter, then took his coffee mug and sipped it,
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discovering to his annoyance he had forgotten the sweetener.
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To someone who was familiar with Mr. Fizzlebot, it would have not been
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surprising to see him absentmindedly pour a large dollop of the yellowish-gold
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stimulant into his coffee mug. Nor would it have been surprising he then forgot
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all about the mug. But there was no one there to witness this occurence.
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Mrs. Fizzlebot was in the kitchen, going over the household budget. She was
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trying to figure out if she could pay the utility company with inside-the-
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eggshell egg scramblers when her husband came in, grumbling and muttering.
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"Don't give up dear," Mildred said, knowing he had run into an obstacle with
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his current work. Her husband only glared at her. "Sorry, I forgot myself,"
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Mildred said with false chagrin.
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"You sure did," Mr. Fizzlebot replied with a small grin. Then he launched
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into a lengthy diatribe about long-chain molecules and semi-organic chemistry.
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Mrs. Fizzlebot nodded her head and put an attenttive expression on her face,
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meanwhile juggling monetary fields in her head. Then she noticed her husband
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was about to pour out a nearly full cup of coffee.
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"Don't do that!" she exclaimed. "We need to save any way we can. Put it
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back in the pot." After glancing around for it, Mr. Fizzlebot poured the coffee
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back. He started up again, but stopped suddenly with some insight he had just
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stumbled upon.
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"So *that's* why I had to use so much pressure when heating!" he exclaimed.
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He left without saying anything, heading back for the garage. Mrs. Fizzlebot
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sighed, then looked down at the household financial papers. Feeling fuzzy, she
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decided she would need several cups of coffee to focus herself.
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In fact, she drank four cups.
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Entering his make-shift labratory, Mr. Fizzlebot immediately headed over to
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the chalkboard upon which was scrawled a large, confusing formula. So
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distracted, it was several minutes before he noticed the sounds emitting from
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one of the animal cages.
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"What the-?" Mr. Fizzlebot went to the cage and looked in to see Mickey
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busily humping Minnie. This was rather odd, as the hamsters hardly ever got up
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the energy to have even one litter every six months. With a great deal of
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noise, they appeared to be trying to catch up on this neglect.
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Forgetting totally about his formula insight, the amateur scientist picked
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up a black notebook and began to rapidly scribble notes.
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It didn't hit Mildred all at once, but it was still very sudden. She was
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sifting through the paper debris of the family life when she felt the urgent
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need for urination. Somewhat surprised at the strength of the pressure, she
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rushed to the bathroom. Mrs. Fizzlebot lifted up her skirt and pulled down her
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pink silk panties, squatting on the toilet. Only then she realized she didn't
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have to pee at all. She sat for a moment, confused, when the pressure sharply
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increased and Mildred was *sure* she was going to piss uncontrollably. But the
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pressure turned into a warm sensation that spread throughout her body.
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"What's happening?" Mildred said, as her body seem to take on a mind of
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it's own. Her nipples were hardening rapidly to press against her bra. Blood
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flowed into her mature twat, which was lubricating freely. Breathing hard,
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Mildred began to feel quite afraid.
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"Oohhhh, what's *wrong*?!" she cried. The ancient flight-or-fight instinct
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was battling with the older mating urge, making her blood rich in hormones and
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enzymes. Mildred's head seemed to be buzzing. She moaned as she tried to stand
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up. It was difficult, for her knees were wobbly and her thighs seemed to want
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to stay open. She got unsteadily to her feet and pulled up her panties just
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before tripping on them.
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"I have to get Gene," she said, thinking she should get to an emergency
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room. Mildred blinked as she suddenly had a very clear recollection of what her
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husband's erect penis looked like. Especially when it was sliding in her very
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wet and very hot pussy.
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COCK!
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Mrs. Fizzlebot groaned. Her fear and confusion were being washed away by
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excitement. She realized her senses seemed to have been heightened. She could
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clearly hear that there was no one else in the house, except for her heavy
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breathing. She could smell her pheromones, each individual one emanating from
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her skin and breath and crotch. And she could feel her panties fitting snuggly
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against her, smooth and soft silk pressing against her cunny. She gave
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a low moan and pressed her thighs together.
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COCK COCK FUCK FUCK COCK!!
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Mildred was suddenly running upstairs, nearly tripping in her eagerness.
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With a slam she opened the door to the Fizzlebot's bedroom, nearly bent double
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in her rush to get to the dresser.
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"Where is it? Damn it where did he put it the bastard if he threw it out
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I'll KIH- Aaah!" Mildred grasped the white plastic vibrator in one hand,
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running her other along the smooth, slick surface. Mr. Fizzlebot had bought it
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for her long ago.
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"I know sometimes I get real distracted," he had said after presenting her
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with the item. "So if you can't get my attention or I'm not around..." Mildred
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had smiled at her husband, but had never used it since that night. Eugene had
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wanted to make sure it worked.
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FUCK FUCK FUCK COCK COCK COCK NOW!!!
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The voice in her mind was screaming, jumping up and down. Mildred quickly
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laid herself back on the neatly made bed and flipped up her skirt. She pulled
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her legs up a bit and leaned them open as she brought the sex toy to her
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crotch. It's point pushed against panties that were turning sheer with moisture
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and slid in nearly an inch. Mildred sobbed in frustration and shoved hard,
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managing to get the dildo in nearly two inches.
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"FUCK!" Mrs. Fizzlebot yelled. "Why don't you go in you piece of shit?!"
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She angrily threw the vibrator on the floor. "Oh no!" she cried out instantly,
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fearful she had broken it. Then she realized why the device had not gone in.
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Mildred pulled the panties off, tugging to pull them out of her cunny. She
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tossed them away and grabbed up the vibrator.
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"I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you I'm so sorry just please fuck me oh
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fuck me--" Mildred blinked in surprise as she realized she was talking to an
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inanimate object like it was a real person. She promptly stuffed the dildo into
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her snatch, groaning in relief. Perfectly smooth, the plastic wand slid in and
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out without resistance from the wet tract of Mildred's pussy. She arched her
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back to meet the thrusts from her hand, the other hand simply lying by her
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side. In only moments, a climax was latched onto her.
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"YEEESSSS!" She cried out at the release and fell back panting.
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NIIIIICE COME...
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"Oh my," Mildred said. She basked in the after-climax glow, rubbing the
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skin all around her crotch. "Oh my..." After a moment, she began to come to her
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senses, realizing what she had just done. Fear clattered forth again, with the
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accompanying flow of adrenaline. Automatically, on it's own, her hand started
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sliding the vibrator around. Heat flared up in Mrs. Fizzlebot's mind, but this
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time she wasn't so blind to what was happening.
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"Oh God what's wrong? Oh it feel's so good..." She closed her mind and
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shuddered, not able to deny her lust and excitement. "I have to get Gene..."
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Thinking of her husband made Mrs. Fizzlebot wish he was there, sliding his cock
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into her instead of this stupid, lifeless vibrator...
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Vibrator! She gasped in a rush of new excitement, having forgotten about
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the most succulent property of the device.
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"I should really get Gene," she whispered. "Oh but... it'll just take a
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minute. Oh yes. Then I'll get him..." She pulled the dildo out of her pussy
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with a faint "plop" and let it lay in her hand. She twisted the base.
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"HUUUMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..."
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Mildred made a little groan at the feel of the vibrations. The anticipation
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of those vibrations against her cunt was like a line drawn between her hand and
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her crotch.
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BUZZ-COCK!
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Mrs. Fizzlebot moved the vibrator, it's tip blurred, along her stomach
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towards her pubes. It always excited her when Gene would do that with his cock,
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leaving a trail of sticky pre-cum. She couldn't stand it anymore and placed the
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tip of the vibrator against her clitoris.
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"Oh *my!*" She arched her hips for just a moment. She kept the tip against
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her own personal buzzer and the tingles filled her to the point of gasping.
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Then the tingles grew sharp points and she pressed harder and it felt so good
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she almost peed all over the bed and it was too intense it was too good and it
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*burned*--
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She pulled the vibrator away suddenly. The burning sensation in her clit
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started to fade away, but the vibrator was still humming in her hand and
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d thinking about it made her cunny throb. With a "unkh" sound, Mildred had part
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of a climax. It took another moment for the burning to really fade away. Then
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Mrs. Fizzlebot slid the tip of the vibrator along the seam between her pussy
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lips, getting use to the new intensity of the dildo.
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BUZZ-FUCK! NOW!
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Gasping, she slowly worked the pale lover into her pussy. It jumped and
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bucked and slid in till it's point was somewhere near her cerevix. Moaning, she
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started to pump the vibrator in and out with slow, easy strokes. Mildred raised
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her ass off the bed to meet the strokes, which speeded up as she began to groan
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and moan loudly.
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MMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMM...
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"Ooooooh! Oh yes uuuuummm that's gooooood."
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MMMMMMMmmmmmmmMMMMMMMmmmmmmmMMMMMMM...
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"Yeah. Yeah. Oh god UUUMH... OOOOOOH!! AaaaaaAAAH!"
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MMMMmmmmMMMMmmmmMMMMmmm...
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"Oh, oh, yuh-yeah... Oh God I'm close. YEEEESSS!!"
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MMMmmMMMmmmmmmmmm...
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Mildred's face scrunched up, eyes tightly closed. The fingers that held the
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base of the toy were cramped and her wrist ached but she didn't stop. Her mouth
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popped open and she shrieked. With the whole eight-inch length of the dildo
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shoved in, her pussy spasmed again and again. The deep stimulation made her
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orgasm draw out, long and bumpy. There was the nasty sound of the vibrator's
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humming changing pitch as it was engulfed in slippery cum. It was a kind of
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buzzing, slurping noise, which went on for a few moments before the dildo was
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squeezed out of it's warm home to lay damply on the bed sheet.
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NIIIIIIIIICE! LOVE BUZZ-COCK!
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"Oh shit," Mildred said dazedly. She turned the vibrator off and got to her
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feet. The bed had a large round dark spot on it. Still unconsciously holding
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onto the vibrator Mrs. Fizzlebot went to get her husband.
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Eugene Fizzlebot was sitting on a stool, glumly watching Mickey and Minnie.
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It had been amazing enough the two hamsters kept at it for so long, but then
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they kept changing position. Mr. Fizzlebot tore up his notebook and threw it
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away when they started practicing oral sex. Who would believe it anyways?
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It had been nearly an hour but they did look like they were starting to
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tire a bit. Mr. Fizzlebot was a bit concerned about the hamsters possibly
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hurting themselves from over exhaustion, but he was afraid of what might happen
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if he put either one in a cage with one of the other animals. So he had sat
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there and simply ransacked his mind, trying to figure out how he had stumbled
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across a super aphrodisiac. It was then that his wife came in.
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"Gene?" she said, opening the door to the garage's second floor. She was
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feeling confused and dizzy, now that she had had a few moments to collect her
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wits. She was frightened she might be going insane, and she was frightened of
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the fear itself. "Gene?" she said again. Her husband looked up from studying a
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cage.
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HUBBY!
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"Honey? What's wrong?" Eugene was surprised at his wife's appearance. Her
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red hair was disarrayed and she looked a bit haggard, strangely pale. She was
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trembling. "Milly, what happened?" Eugene asked, suddenly concerned. Then he
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noticed the vibrator in his wife's hand.
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"Milly...?" he said more quietly. He got up and went to her by the doorway.
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"Oh *Gene*!" Mrs. Fizzlebot said and started sobbing. Her bloodstream was a
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stew of hormones, enzymes, endocrins, and stimulants. It was enough to make an
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acute PMS attack seem like unconsciousness. Thus it wasn't unusual that Mrs.
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Fizzlebot broke down, especially with the fear and confusion added. Her husband
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embraced her, holding his wife tightly.
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Mr. Fizzlebot was indeed absent-minded, but he was no idiot. And he had a
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keen level of insight. Even as he held his wife he could feel the heat
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emanating from her skin, as if she had a fever. Somehow, he just knew what had
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happened. What he couldn't figure out was *how*.
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As her husband held her, Mrs. Fizzlebot couldn't help but notice his scent.
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It was a combination of cologne, bitter chemicals, sweat, and a faint trace of
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soap. And something that she knew, though she never noticed it before, was his
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own personal smell. The scents were oddly comforting and she found herself
|
||
calming down rapidly. Most of herself, anyways.
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HUBBY NICE COCK!
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Oh God, not now, Mildred thought.
|
||
"Gene," she said, pulling away from her husband. "I-I think I'm sick.
|
||
Something's wrong with me, I--"
|
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"No. You're not sick Milly," Eugene said. "I think I know what happened.
|
||
I've been working on a sort of energy concentrate, a stimulant. And this morning
|
||
I found out I had come up with a sort of super aphrodisiac." He gestured over
|
||
to a cage and Mildred glanced at it. Her eyes widened. "Somehow you must have
|
||
gotten dosed, I don't know--"
|
||
"The coffee." Mildred looked back at her husband. "You poured your coffee
|
||
back in the pot and I-I was doing the budget..."
|
||
"Damn." Mr. Fizzlebot grimaced. "God damn. Honey, I'm sorry. You don't
|
||
deserve this. Christ I'm such an idiot."
|
||
Mrs. Fizzlebot wasn't listening to her husband berate himself. It had
|
||
released so much twisted tension to learn she was normal, not insane or sick.
|
||
But there was still a small, nibbling fear. "Gene," she said quietly, "it
|
||
isn't... permanent... is it?" Her face was tilted down.
|
||
"What? No, it's not. It'll wear off once your body metabolizes all of the
|
||
drug." Eugene was still berateing himself silently.
|
||
"Oh," Mrs. Fizzlebot said quietly. Relief flooded over her. "Oh," she said
|
||
again and then she was tearing at her husband's clothes, nearly unbalancing
|
||
him. Several shirt buttons made merry popping noises as they flew across the
|
||
room.
|
||
"What?! Whoa, whoa!" Mr. Fizzlebot exclaimed. He tried to fend off his wife
|
||
as she desperately fumbled with his belt.
|
||
"Come on," she said. "Come on and fuck me. Maybe if you fuck me it'll go
|
||
away faster." She was panting now. "It's driving me crazy!"
|
||
"Um, ok honey." Mr. Fizzlebot smiled slightly. "Guess it's the least I can
|
||
do, considering. Um... Let me just clean up things here and we'll go in the
|
||
house, ok?" He squeezed his wife's shoulders. Her behavior was a bit unnerving.
|
||
Mrs. Fizzlebot pouted but agreed. This wasn't the most comfortable place
|
||
anyways, she decided. Mildred watched as Eugene went to take care of the
|
||
hamsters, then began putting away materials. She started to bounce up and down
|
||
on her tip-toes in anticipation. Only when she crossed her arms across her
|
||
chest, squeezing herself, did she notice the vibrator still in her hand.
|
||
Eugene was a bit startled to hear a sudden, low buzzing sound. He looked up
|
||
to see his wife perched on a stool, the vibrator she had been holding now
|
||
pressed up in her cunny. She was looking down at it, tongue stuck out in
|
||
concentration. Even though his wife was no conservative, this was still unusual
|
||
behavior. Her wantonness, and the image of the white plastic rod sliding into a
|
||
patch of curly red hair enthralled Eugene.
|
||
"Milly," he said huskily, "let's go." His wife looked up with an expression
|
||
of annoyance, but then she saw the tented crotch of Eugene's loose pants. She
|
||
smiled and pulled the vibrator out, tossing it on the counter.
|
||
"If I'm going to be super horney, I might as well enjoy it, right?" she
|
||
said. Then she tugged her husband out of the garage and to the house.
|
||
She didn't have to tug very hard.
|
||
Even before the side door was closed, Mildred was all over her husband.
|
||
Literally. She knocked him to the floor fell on top of him, kissing him
|
||
fiercly, making little groaning noises. She was grinding her crotch into his
|
||
pants bulge.
|
||
HUBBY-COCK! YUM YUM!
|
||
"Jesus," Eugene exclaimed. His wife had always been a good lover, though
|
||
technique had never mattered to him as much as the love he had for his partner.
|
||
But now she was desperate and eager. It was quite a turn on. "Don't you want to
|
||
wait till we get to the bedroom?"
|
||
"Fuck the bedroom," Mildred said. Eugene noticed a dangerous look forming
|
||
in his wife's eyes. "I really need it." She was still grinding against him,
|
||
making Eugene's prick ache in it's cotton prison. Pre-cum was leaking from it
|
||
like sweat off a bald man's head.
|
||
"How bad do you want it?" Mr. Fizzlebot said in a hoarse voice. He couldn't
|
||
believe how exciting this was. They had done it in the kitchen once, before the
|
||
children were born, but that hadn't been quite as... spontaneous.
|
||
"Gene," Mildred whined, "I gotta fuck you! There's a little voice in my
|
||
head and it keeps screaming 'fuck' and 'cock' and," her voice suddenly went up
|
||
in pitch, "I'm going to come! Oh God!" She shuddered against her husband as the
|
||
grinding action bore fruit. It was a small climax that lasted only a moment.
|
||
MORE! MORE! FUCK HUBBY! NOW NOW!
|
||
"Gene oh Gene," Mildred panted. "Fuck me now. Right here."
|
||
"Show me how much you want it," Eugene said, grinning maliciously.
|
||
"You bastard! I can smell your cum you know." Gene's eyes widened at this
|
||
but he continued to grin. "I can smell it in your balls, all hot and salty and
|
||
ready to go in my pussy..." Mrs. Fizzlebot's eyes gleamed. "Fuck you, I'm gonna
|
||
get it!" With a move that didn't quite seem humanly possible, she had her
|
||
husband's pants open and his prick sticking out from his underwear in just a
|
||
few seconds. Then she lowered herself onto his staff.
|
||
"Oh yeeeeaah!" Mildred sighed. "Finally!" She twisted her hips around to
|
||
feel the hardness shift inside her cunny. It was so much better than hard, cold
|
||
plastic! Spongy with a nice hard center and oh so warm and all for her...
|
||
"You're so hot!" Eugene exclaimed. He reached up and squeezed Mildred's
|
||
breasts through her blouse. She groaned in response, and started to bounce on
|
||
his cock. Eugene was amazed at the amount of lubricant's coming from his wife's
|
||
pussy. And this was a woman that normally oiled up like a deep fryer! Now it
|
||
was like she were just pissing out the stuff. Soon the air was swimming with
|
||
musk and pheromones, as well as the sound wet skin slapping against damp
|
||
fabric. This sound was increasing in frequency as Mildred rode faster.
|
||
"Gonna come soon," Eugene grunted.
|
||
"Oh no you don't you shit!" Mildred panted. "Not yet you great wonderful
|
||
fucker. Oh no please..." She was sweating now, thrusting all of her weight
|
||
right on top of Eugene's hips. He grunted hard each time but she didn't care.
|
||
Eugene frantically envisioned anything that would hold him back.
|
||
Nuns. Grandma. Jesse Helms. Jimmy Swaggart. Oh God, Jessica Hahn!
|
||
"Hurry up!" he yelled.
|
||
"Oh yes! Yes Yes *Yes*!!" Mildred shouted. She trembled and stopped moving
|
||
as her orgasm revved up. "SPRAY ME!" she screamed. It wasn't necessary to give
|
||
the order as her husband was already coming, jetting cum deep into her twat.
|
||
Mildred fell forward and pressed her mouth against Eugene's, sucking his tongue
|
||
out into her mouth. Her legs clenched against his, forcing them together. It
|
||
took several minutes before she could unclench them.
|
||
YUUMMMMMMY!! NIIIIICE HUBBY!
|
||
Mildred kneeled back and sighed. Eugene's cock slid out and fell against
|
||
his leg like a landed fish, and just as wet. They made quite a sight, Mr.
|
||
Fizzlebot laid back with his shirt half ripped off and pants still on, while
|
||
Mrs. Fizzlebot stradled him with her skirt tangled around her waist and blouse
|
||
still on.
|
||
"Is that better?" Eugene panted. "You should be pretty satisfied now..."
|
||
"Oh yes..." Mildred said. "Well at least for the moment... I think we may
|
||
have to do it again real soon."
|
||
"What?!"
|
||
Mildred cringed. "It's not my fault--" she began.
|
||
"No no no! I'm not upset." Eugene smiled faintly. "Just surprised you could
|
||
be ready again that fast."
|
||
"I'm always ready," Mildred said haughtily. "It's you men that have to wait
|
||
to recover all the time."
|
||
"Yeah, well..." Eugene couldn't think of a good retort.
|
||
"Good thing there are ways to hurry it up," Mrs. Fizzlebot said. She got up
|
||
and Ethan struggled to his own feet. "Come on," Mildred said impatiently. She
|
||
ran up the stairs for the bedroom.
|
||
"Oy vey..." Eugene muttered.
|
||
Once in the bedroom, Mildred started to diverge herself of her clothes.
|
||
Eugene urged her to stop, then began unbuttoning her blouse. He did it nimbly
|
||
and with obvious experience. The blouse fluttered to the floor. Then there was
|
||
a faint click as Mildred's bra came undone. She groaned in relief as her sweaty
|
||
breasts were released and the tortured nipples no longer squeezed against the
|
||
hard fabric. Her skirt she had already whipped off into a corner.
|
||
"Hey," Mr. Fizzlebot said. His wife had begun massaging his crotch. He had
|
||
buttoned up his pants automatically. "What do you hope to find honey?" He
|
||
raised an eyebrow.
|
||
"Fresh meat," she said with an impish smile. She lowered herself to a
|
||
kneeling position and undid his pants again. Reaching into the now badly
|
||
stained underwear, she pulled out a sticky, limpish mass of pink flesh. Not
|
||
even bothering to let him get undressed, Mildred sucked the cock into her
|
||
mouth. Eugene managed to get his pants off by wiggling a bit so they slid down,
|
||
then stepping out of them. The shoes he kicked off with no problem, but he
|
||
couldn't do anything about the underwear, not without interrupting his wife's
|
||
ministrations. Which he wasn't about to do.
|
||
Mrs. Fizzlebot thought there was nothing wrong with oral sex. In fact, she
|
||
thought there was something kind of funny about a *lack* of oral sex. So she
|
||
had sucked on her husband's cock many times. While she usually liked to have
|
||
him come inside her pussy, sometimes she would have him coat some part of her
|
||
skin with semen. Especially since he loved to do it. Why, Mildred realized, it
|
||
had been nearly a month since she had last had him come in her mouth! Much too
|
||
long to have not tasted that part of her love.
|
||
YUM-YUMS!
|
||
"Oh yessss... you are so *hot*..." Eugene muttered. He tangled his hands
|
||
into his wife's hair, stroking and tugging on it gently. "Mmmmmm..." His cock
|
||
had long since gone solidly rigid, so now Mildred was sliding in and out of her
|
||
mouth. She never used much tongue action at this stage, it tended to cause
|
||
sudden surprises. "So good!" Eugene exclaimed. Then he hissed suddenly and
|
||
yanked his dick out of Mildred's mouth.
|
||
"Gene," she said, "I want that. Give it back." Her eyes didn't leave her
|
||
husband's cock.
|
||
"Not until I get to suck your pussy, you hot slut!" Eugene hissed. Mildred
|
||
squealed in delight. In her lustful haze she had forgotten all about what her
|
||
husband's tongue could be doing for her while she sucked on his dick. While
|
||
Eugene tried to get his underwear off she pulled the sheet off of the bed and
|
||
climbed in. She spread her legs and rubbed her pubes with one hand, relishing
|
||
the sensation. Eugene finally stumbled out of his underwear and turned to smile
|
||
at his wife. "It's so exciting to see you like this," he said. "All hot and
|
||
bothered." Mildred pursed her lips and moaned as her fingers slid between her
|
||
cunny lips and speared inside. "Oh yeah, *definately* exciting."
|
||
"It's you're fault," she said. "You big dumb genius." Her fingers were
|
||
starting to pump her cunny. "If I wasn't so *fucking* hot I'd say you could
|
||
just go without!" She gave her husband another impish smile to go with the
|
||
tease.
|
||
NOOO! FUCK FUCK!
|
||
"Oh yeah? Well what if I just went ahead and left you like this, huh?"
|
||
Eugene teased back.
|
||
"I'd find something else to fuck then!" Mildred's hand was moving faster,
|
||
three fingers side by side. Her pussy made slurping noises with each pump.
|
||
"Like what?" Eugene had grasped his cock and was stroking it back and
|
||
forth, squeezing out drops of pre-cum. His eyes flicked back and forth between
|
||
his wife's pussy and her face.
|
||
BUZZ-COCK?
|
||
"I'd get my vibrator!" Her eyes shone at the thought. "And I'd make you
|
||
sleep on the couch!" Mildred stroked her clit with the thumb of her mastur-
|
||
bating hand. "And I'd sleep with my vibrator and it'd fuck me aalllllll night!"
|
||
Eugene growled, "I won't let you get it." He pulled his foreskin over the
|
||
head of his cock, using his pre-cum to make the glans slippery. Then he
|
||
massaged the glans with his index finger.
|
||
"I'll have to use something else then," Mildred panted. Her eyes flicked to
|
||
one of the bed posts. Her tongue darted out to caress her dry lips. The bed
|
||
posts were polished wood in the form of a series of fused globes, forming a shor
|
||
t, thin staff.
|
||
"You wouldn't *dare*," Eugene said softly. But he was squeezing his cock
|
||
hard, starting to pump it.
|
||
"Yes I would!" Mildred said defiantly. She was trembling, getting close to
|
||
a climax. "Who needs you? You deserve to suffer!" She caressed the bedpost with
|
||
her free hand and licked her lips again. With a menacing snarl, Eugene climbed
|
||
in the bed and attached his mouth to his wife's cunt. Her fingers were still in
|
||
it, so he sucked on them as well. Then the fingers were gone and two hands were
|
||
pushing his face into a very hot pussy. "YES!" Mildred cried and then she was
|
||
humping herself against her husband's mouth as she came. He didn't stop sucking
|
||
and when the pressure eased up he began tounging the inside of Mildred's cunny.
|
||
LOVE HUBBY!
|
||
"Oooh oooh ooh! Oh Gene I love you," she cried. "Oh you're so good!
|
||
Mmmmmmm! That's niiiice.." She rubbed her husband's head, mussing his hair
|
||
thoroughly. "I lied about the vibrator."
|
||
"Mpmmph mmumph," Eugene replied. He stayed in his wife's crotch while he
|
||
pulled her towards the center of the bed, than swung himself over her. Taking
|
||
the hint, Mildred gleefully went back to sucking on his shaft. It was sticky
|
||
with the pre-cum he had rubbed on it but quickly enough she got it slicked
|
||
with saliva. She sucked on the head while Eugene pushed his tongue all the way
|
||
into her crevice, and when he had tounged it out he switched to suck on a
|
||
rather enraged looking clitoris. Mildred moaned and slid his cock all the way
|
||
in her mouth, which wasn't difficult with only five inches. She sucked hard for
|
||
about five seconds, then started giving him lots of short, little sucks.
|
||
"MMMMMMMMM!" Mildred loved the taste of pre-cum she was getting with each
|
||
suck. "MMMMmmmmMMMMMM!" She ground her hips down and Eugene sucked on her clit,
|
||
using the same technique she was on his prick. The tandemic act went on for
|
||
several minutes, until neither one could stand it any longer.
|
||
"Roll over," Mildred gasped, after taking her husband's cock out. Eugene
|
||
grunted in acknowledgement and rolled over onto his back, carrying Mildred with
|
||
him. She settled her hips onto his face again and leisurely licked his staff.
|
||
She played with his balls while she did this, judging their load. Then she
|
||
squeezed hard involuntarily as her husband sucked hard on her clit.
|
||
"Ngggghhhh!" Mildred was orgasming again, sudden and unexpectedly. Mr.
|
||
Fizzlebot kept up a steady pressure on her clit, making it almost impossible
|
||
for her to endure the pulsings of her vaginal muscles. Mildred squeezed his
|
||
balls harder and apparently this was too much for Eugene's cock to endure. It
|
||
throbbed a little and a trickle of semen came out.
|
||
"GAAAGH!" Eugene yelled.
|
||
"No! Mine!" Mildred kept the grip on her husband's testicles as she clamped
|
||
her mouth around his cock head. Then she let go and a thick discharge was
|
||
released. With a little tonguing of the glans, she coaxed the rest of the jism
|
||
out. It was a salty, clotty mass in her mouth. She savored the taste and smell
|
||
for a moment before sucking it down into her gullet. "Oh my. Oh good. Oh
|
||
nice..."
|
||
HUBBY-CUM YUMMY!
|
||
"Oh yeah," Eugene agreed. He licked up the rest of his wife's own slippery,
|
||
clear cum and smacked his lips. "We have *got* to do this more often."
|
||
"What, using aphrodisiacs?"
|
||
"Ha ha, very funny." Eugene poked Mildred's clitoris and she gasped. "You
|
||
know what I mean."
|
||
"Gene," Mildred said after a moment's silence.
|
||
"Yeah?"
|
||
"I still need to fuck."
|
||
Silence.
|
||
"There's always the bedpost," Mildred said dangerously.
|
||
"I was just thinking," Eugene said slowly. "How much of that coffee is
|
||
left?" Mildred looked at her husband blankly. Then she made a small "oh" sound.
|
||
"I-I think most of it's gone." She licked her lips slightly.
|
||
"Well, guess I'll have to make another pot," Eugene mused. "You just wait
|
||
right here." He got up and put on his discarded pants, ignoring the underwear.
|
||
"And don't *think* about even *touching* the bedposts," he said ominously
|
||
before going downstairs.
|
||
Mrs. Fizzlebot laid in the bed looking at the ceiling. She thought about
|
||
her husband. She thought about his cock reinforced by the stimulant. She
|
||
thought about how it could keep pumping into her all day. She thought about how
|
||
the room would smell afterwards.
|
||
Then she came.
|
||
It was late in the afternoon when the couple had finally burned out the
|
||
drug from their systems. Fortunately, both of the children had extra-curricular
|
||
activities that day.
|
||
"So much for getting rich off of desperate truckers," Eugene said, studying
|
||
the ceiling alongside his wife.
|
||
"Maybe you could sell it to some tired hookers," Mrs. Fizzlebot suggested.
|
||
They were both silent for a moment before simultaneously going "Naaaaaahhh."
|
||
"Who would believe," Mr. Fizzlebot said drowsily, "that you could crack a
|
||
walnut in your twat with an orgasm?"
|
||
"Or how about you and cumming across the room like that?" Mildred glared at
|
||
him. "I'll have to get the carpet steam cleaned."
|
||
"Sorry," Eugene muttered. He looked dejected. "I just wish I knew how I
|
||
managed to mess up."
|
||
Mildred sighed. "Don't worry dear. You'll figure it out. I can't blame you
|
||
for trying to strike it rich." She squeezed his hand. "This wasn't exactly a
|
||
painful experience, you know."
|
||
Eugene grinned. "Yeah. Exhausting, but hardly painful. Hell, if I could
|
||
just extract the aphrodisiac properties..."
|
||
"Gene," Mildred said.
|
||
|
||
"Huh?" He glanced at her. "Uh, right. Sorry Milly..." He sighed. "I'll pour
|
||
it out." They were quiet again for a while.
|
||
"But," Mildred said suddenly, "aren't their alligators in the sewer? And
|
||
rats?"
|
||
Eugene stared at the ceiling. "Right. I'll have to find a way to neutralize
|
||
it." He got up and began to dress. "Oh, and Milly?"
|
||
"Yes?"
|
||
"Throw away the coffee pot." Then Mr. Fizzlebot went to go find his shoes.
|
||
He had to check on Mickey and Minnie.
|
||
|