Time

Dr. Virginia finally snapped, surging upright with a guttural yell. "*TIME’S UP!*" The words tore from her throat—no slang, no cosmic interference—pure, raw fury. She snatched Dave from Jessica’s grip, her hands trembling violently. "*Turn. Him. Back.*" Her voice cracked, eyes wild. Jessica blinked up at her, then burst into fresh giggles. "*Ohmygod*, Virgie! You’re *adorable* when you’re pissed!" She wiggled her fingers. "*Fineee.*" With a lazy snap, Dave *squelched* back into human form—naked, dripping, and sprawled inelegantly across Virginia’s lap.

"Just be glad I'm not into anal." Jessica giggled, watching Dave sputter and claw at his own skin as if checking for seams. His knees buckled when he tried to stand, sending him crashing into Virginia's chest—her crisp blazer now smeared with his residual silicone sheen and Jessica's arousal.

"Well, I hope you've all learned something" Jessica sighed "I forbid you from speaking about this, lest you be **** to uncontrollably diddle yourselves! ........Tata!"

*POOF*

Jessica vanished mid-giggle, leaving only the scent of vanilla and the faintest echo of her laughter vibrating in the air molecules. Dave collapsed fully onto Virginia, his freshly-human skin still unnaturally smooth and faintly glossy. The therapist's hands hovered over his shoulders—whether to push him away or steady him, even she didn't know—when the office door burst open. Gary stumbled in, disheveled and shirtless, his fly gaping with one testicle dangling out. "Doc, you gotta—" he panted, then froze at the sight of Dave draped across her lap like a melted wax figure. Behind Gary, Becky crawled into view on all fours, her neck now sporting a sparkly pink collar that jingled as she nuzzled Gary's calf.