Spongebob Gaiden: Plank-tan the Science Man

			Spongebob Gaiden: Plank-tan the Science Man

It had been several months since Squidward made the wish that changed Bikini Bottom forever. The wish that turned the world into a sexual wasteland, like Mad Max but with more bondage collars and dildoes shaped like crab claws. They want the crab meat.
One organism, however, was stuck in the daily grind that he was always in. Well, it wasn’t exactly what his life used to be. There was a lot more cum baths and sexual innuendo that he was used to.
Plankton sighed. He had been untouched by the magic that gave the rest of the sea critters of the deep (or at least those who didn’t have a set already) genitals. At first, he didn’t care. He never had a penis and never wanted to.  He cared about science anyway, not the carnal.
At least, until that one night he entered Squidward’s ass. At first it seemed to be a nightmare. A nightmare with semen, ass juice, and a goddamn jellyfish. But he quickly warmed up to being a butt toy. It was an experience like no other.
But man, after that, he was horny all the time. And there wasn’t much he could do about it. He had no meat to beat and the only other orifice he had to give him pleasure was his tiny little rump. And fisting himself didn’t really do much to satisfy him.
Oh, how he wanted a splooge cannon. Free to jack off at his leisure. Free to try all the things that having a penis entails. Free to finally lose his virginity. He lost track on how old he was, but it was that many years of a sexless existence.
But what use would a dick be if he had no one to share it with. I mean, sure he wanted to fuck the Bikini Bottomites, but even if he did have a dick, it’d be too damn small. The literal definition of a micropenis.
Plankton stood up after having a long, hard think about his penile panic.
“Karen, we have work to do.”