"It was very fun hanging out. Would you want to hang out some more inside?” Cane says to Izzy his transformation is mostly back to looking human, leaving just a very faint peach fuzz over his body. He presses the button to close the convertible top. He can see the doubt on her face like she is wrestling with a decision.

  “What about Jacob?” Izzy says she looks away from Cane.

  “Let's ask Jacob; I am sure he won't mind." The werewolf smiles a toothy, hopefully, devious smile. His tail is wagging as he leans out the window and yells for Jacob.

  Jacob comes around the other side of the car. “What’s up, Cane?” he asks.

  "Hey Jacob, what do you think about me joining you both inside for a while?” He pauses, then adds, “I could really use your bathroom." Cane says, trying to look innocent.

  "Yeah, why not?" He says with an upturned hand pivoting at the elbow like a butler, “Our motel bathroom is your motel bathroom.”

  Izzy sighs, “That was evil,” she says to Canes back as Jacob opens the door of the motel room.

  He looks over his shoulder. “I really do need to pee,” he says.

  “Uh-huh, I am sure that's all you want.” She runs her fingers through her hair, trying to keep the image of her pressed against the arcade machine out of her mind.

  I'm not sure where this is going to lead, but I bet it's going to be hot. She gets out of the car, shutting it behind her as Jacob swipes the door open.

  He steps in and sees his worn diaper discarded on the floor; he rushes over to pick it up and tries to find somewhere to hide it; he eventually puts it in a drawer.

  Izzy rushes into the bathroom and pees while Cane looks around the room thoughtfully. “It was nice for you to let me use your toilet. You can go next, of course. He sits on the edge of the bed, staring at the door and the object of his desire.

  Izzy opens the door, and Cane leaps off the bed, sneaking behind Izzy and going pee. He makes sure to clean himself up and wash his face.

  Izzy kisses Jacob. “I'm not sure what you got us into.”

  “What do you mean?” Jacob looks confused.

  Cane pops out of the bathroom and sits back on the bed, leaning back slightly, his erection visible.

  “Didn’t you have to pee, Jacob?” she asks.

  Jacob gets up and heads into the bathroom; shutting it behind him, he pulls his shorts down and sits to pee, flipping through his phone.

  Izzy is sitting on the edge of the bed. She has just taken her sneakers and socks off, gently massaging her toes. “Always tough to find shoes that are comfortable.”

  Cane takes his shoes off and plops on the bed; he scoots his butt until he gets to the headboard and searches for the remote.

  Izzy turns around and sees his erection visible through his shorts. "I didn't know I turned you on that much," she buzzed. The desire that was cooled off from the cold car ride was burning again. She plops on the bed next to him.

  He finds the remote and flips through the channels. “I always forget how many channels you get; it’s just crazy.” He finds an ancient Pride and Prejudice movie.

  She gets comfortable covering her feet with a bnket and tries not to think about his huge erection. Or the squeezing of her butt in the arcade or how she was pretty sure he was discreetly smelling her as his head was on her p. She forces herself to think about anything else. ‘Hats. I like hats. Wide brim. Short brim. Beach hats. Tea-drinking hats.’

  Jacob comes out of the bathroom and comes over to his side of the bed and asks her to move over to make room for him; her hand grabs the dog's upper thigh as she moves closer. She lets go quickly, but he moves her hand back gently again, looking hopeful.

  Jacob sits back and watches the movie but is quickly bored, so he is back on his phone again.

  "I am cold," Izzy says and pulls a bnket up. Jacob pulls his shoes and socks off and joins her. Jacob put a hand on her thigh, gently squeezing as he focused back on his phone.

  She shivers. 'What is he thinking? He can't want me to do stuff with Cane, can he? Ugh, baseball hats, turbans, straw hats—I give up.

  She squeezes the dog's leg, and she can feel him thrust lightly. She slides her other hand up Jacob's leg closer and closer until she can grab him. He is hard as a rock. Jacob thinks, 'No, don't grab me. Uhh, I am so aroused I can feel the sexual tension in the room. What am I doing? Do I want this?'

  Something dramatic happens on screen, but no one is paying attention. The werewolf's hand slips under the bnket and rubs Izzy's belly momentarily before he slides his hand under her shirt. She stifled a moan. Even though he is covered with or because he is covered in a thin yer of fur, his touch is so soft, but she can't help but think about how big he was inside her. She opens her legs slightly, an inch or two, and then closes them.