The F Plus - 205: Altered Creeps

Episode Date: February 22, 2016

The Transformation Story Archive is a very old website where participants share stories about turning into different things: bears, statues, the other sex, and concepts too horrible to read out loud. As a result, this episode is shorter than most. But if you've been looking forward to an episode in which Bunnybread says "crotch" then you are in luck. This week, The F Plus mostly just mushes our breasts together.

I'm gonna skip the part where Pinky and the Brain fuck. Oh, please, skip the part where Pinky and the Brain fuck. Can we have this episode be two seconds long? I want that to be the title of this. I'm gonna skip the part where Pinky and the Brain fuck. End music. I follow the Moskva Down to Gorky Park

Listening to the wind Of change An August summer night Soldiers passing by Well, hi there. This is the F Plus Podcast. It's a friendly place, and there's terrible things read with enthusiasm. In the room

tonight we have Boothring here. He returned to find the bed apparently empty. Then he saw the cutout, large as life, of Miss February screaming, Frank West! Make me a doll again, she pleaded. I have to pee, and there's no hole. The man we call Bunny Bread.

He carefully recited the verse to halt his dread werewolf curse. He didn't do well, as you can plainly tell. This is the worst fucking haiku ever. And Lemon. You'll be a good boy and become your sister, he said. And don't call me mom when I'm being your dad. Your 15th therapy visit is free.

Take me to the magic of the moment On a glory night Where the children of tomorrow Dream away In the wind of change Hey F Plus! Hey Lemon! Are you guys satisfied with your bodies? Shit, yes.

It's perfect. Extremely. I was given the Congressional Medal of Honor. It was given to my penis directly. I'm satisfied with my body, but not with Bunny Bread's. What the fuck are you talking about? What the? Let me lay my body against yours.

I'm only satisfied with Bunny Bread's body. Yeah. And I'm only, uh, wait a second. How does the love triangle go okay i hate everyone you got it yeah yeah so uh uh i want to um tell you about the place where you can change your body into anything you want to be the man or woman or um rolly egg cooker that you want to be. And you can do that in your mind. And the internet can help.

So you're saying I can choose my own change? That's a very old episode you're referencing there, Boots. But I want to introduce you to the Transformation Story Archive. This is a document that was provided to us by Spooks. So, Spooks. Which I assume is the BBC television show made manifest in human form. Sup, British TV? Cumberbatch! And,umberbatch isn't it?

So the Transformation Story Archive is a place where there are stories about people being transformed into various things It is largely for erotic purposes and I think that we will all be... Well that's a pretty big assumption

I'll be the judge Have you heard any of our episodes? Come on. Alright, well, Frank West, let's find out if this is erotic or not. I'm going to read you a story. You're going to tell me if it's erotic. Sound good? Yes. Okay, great.

I'm an expert on eroticism. Exactly you are. With that voice, you'd have to be. This story is called the closet it's written by mickey and uh let's begin fixing the ribbon on my cock you lead me back into the closet what do you think so far so far seem all right yeah it's got a leash okay you were giggling and laughing at what's in store for me now. Getting to the closet, you pull me aside and gently push me up against your furs. You laugh at me as I become excited by the softness and the smell.

Like that? Isn't it soft? It sort of captures you, doesn't it? And you laugh again as I begin to move slightly against the furs. Taking out your perfume, you lead me over and spray me up and down with the perfume. You laugh and my eyes roll back and I begin to get very, very dizzy.

That's right. Just feel the soft fur. Are you sure we're not fucking a skunk? I mean, I can't promise. Are we ever sure? I can't promise that we're not going to be fucking a skunk. Okay. I mean, just as long as we know.? I can't promise I can't promise That we're not gonna be Fucking skunking Okay I mean just as long as we know

Yeah In general If you're with Lemon He can't promise you By the end of the night Not 100% Dude knows a lot of skunks I mean odds are against it

Odds are way against it Not way against it It mostly has not happened Right Right Everybody listening to this episode Be prepared for the fact That you may be

Fucking a skunk But probably not Well Everybody listening to this episode, be prepared for the fact that you may be fucking a skunk. But probably not. Well, 2% of our listeners just look down like, oh, my God. Seriously, that's what that smell is. Okay. Okay, here we go. Here we go.

That's right. Just feel the soft fur. That's right. Now, didn't you say something about wanting me to turn you into a fur? How about a full-length, very seductive, and feminine fox fur coat? Would you like that? I would prefer a skunk fur coat if we're still open to it. That's not an option, no.

You giggle as I tremble before you. This was written in 1996 where you could say being turned into a fur doesn't guarantee it means a furry. No, no. We actually mean fur at this point. We mean fur coat. There's probably no furries on this site.

Probably not. I don't think so. It's just a clean site about people turning into things. Please, mistress, please turn me into a fur. Please turn me into

a full-length fox fur coat. Please trap me there a full-length fox fur coat. Please trap me there forever. Please. I beg of you, Mistress. Please turn me into a fur and lose me in exciting myself over and over without stopping. I beg of you, Mistress. Okay, first of all, you call me Cruella DeVille or you don't call me anything at all.

You don't just call me Mistress, worm. Laughing at me again, sentence fragment sentence fragment well that was very nice but are you sure that you want to be turned into a fur i mean once you are turned into a fur you'll be teasing yourself over and over without stopping you won't be fur coats Fur coats aren't known for that. Yeah. Oh, fur-ish. You won't be able to stop teasing yourself, and you'll not be able to relieve yourself either. You'll be lost in teasing yourself. With every movement you make,

you'll become more and more excited. You'll be lost in excitement and being teased over and over again forever, like my writing. Are you sure you want that? Because once I change you, I intend on leaving you that way for a long, long time. No matter

what you say, do you understand that, honey? And you laugh as I shake before you continue teasing me. Yes, mistress, please. Yes, please as I shake before you continue teasing me. Yes, mistress, please. Yes, please, I beg of you. Please turn me into a fur. Please. Yes, please, I beg you.

Mistress Lynn, please turn me into a fur. Please. This guy got writing tips from Garth Marenghi. Ferengi. I'm gonna skip some. Immediately, I begin to become so turned on that I can hardly

stand it. But the more turned on I become, the more that I feel compelled to move. And the more that I move, the more turned on I become. Oh, shit. I can feel the fur literally destroying my mind and all that I am by teasing me over and over. And then I repeat things over and over again. Do you giggle?

There is definitely some giggling. but here's what you do. Here's what you do. You reach down and grab a short towel and put it up under your crotch because you are so wet and hot. Well, I am now that you said crotch. Exactly. Everywhere you turn, there is me, the soft fur. You can't stop teasing yourself.

There's so much teasing. You are lost in the pleasure of your fingers on your clit while I caress your neck, your shoulders, your ass, your hips. I am caressing every part of you with my hypnotic softness. You are breathing very fast and heavy now. Your hips are undulating up and down, and your head turns from side to side feeling my fur on your cheeks you are so lost and being turned on that you don't even know where you are much less care okay so then you're wearing you're wearing your so you you're wearing me the coat masturbating this lasts for several hours finally several hours... I'm really bad at masturbating.

Where is the... Where is there an on switch? I keep missing my dick. Just hit myself in the balls 30 times. Cock and balls. I'm supposed to push these things together, right? So finally, several hours later, my caress begins to feel so wonderful that you begin to wind down from the heat of passion that you have felt. You hands fall down on me and lightly caress me, turning me on more and more.

You lie there on top of me, lost in my softness, and teasing me with your hands. You can hear me shaking from your touch and barely hear me moaning from being lost and teasing myself. Laughing, you walk out and close the door and lock it as you get dressed for work. You are truly filled with bliss at how you have trapped me and lost me forever and turned me into your sexiest piece of clothing.

You are convinced that you will never let me go. You are going to keep me as a fur for a very long time. You giggle as you leave for work. The end! Closet, copyright 1996 by Mickey. Mickey. What'd you think? What'd you think? Erotic, huh?

Dang. I mean, I'm not convinced. I think that's all. I'm more distressed in chapter two when somebody throws paint on me. I think that that story had 28 times that he said teasing and 22 times he said please. Did you actually count? I did. Chrome doesn't. Yeah, can we get something with more teasing and more please? A plug-in that detects with more bad writing yeah i'd like to get some

pleasey-teasies please please please um so um uh this again uh the a first submission um by uh spooks um and thank you very much um but perhaps next time you submit a document maybe don't include stories such as dog lover and daycare? daycare! hey F plus how about you guys

read a story called daycare maybe we turn into a daycare no I don't think we will alright it might just turn into like a ball crawl No, I don't think we will. Alright. It might just turn into like a ball crawl or something. You don't know. That'd be funny. Zany. Adam Sandler's

going to release a movie about that. Great. And you know Adam Sandler doesn't get into bad shit. Okay. So, uh, so Bunny Bread. Yeah. Uh, I am looking for a male statue. Can you help me out with that? Yeah. I am looking for a male statue. Can you help me out with that?

Yeah, I'm made of stone. Okay. People, they come together. People, they fall apart. I had always been a bit of a dirty little bugger. Not on Cooley. Dirty minded. I had the biggest porn mag in the video collection you've ever seen.

I had the biggest porn mag in the video collection you've ever seen. Oh, I had the biggest porn mag. It took five people to turn the page. Being human, though, I was always on the lookout for something new. When I saw the statue, I just had to have it. She was a honey. I dropped dead figure standing there, legs slightly parted, with her arms around an invisible lover. Her crotch was pushed slightly forward like she was rubbing it against her lover.

Even just looking, her beautiful face was getting me hard. But the curves, and especially the breasts with their perfect shape in erect nipples, was the real showstopper. Oh, it's the finale. I came... I'll go home. Entering the Oh, it's the finale. I came! I'll go home. Entering the shop, I quickly bought her.

As I did, the lady shop assistant commented that she felt it was such a shame that the second figure wasn't with it. My heart leapt at the thought of these two lovely ladies, but unfortunately the old bag was talking about the missing male partner for this one. Ah. She was convinced that a male statue

that matched this one existed and had been trying to find it for years. Finally giving up and selling the female statue on its own. I arranged for delivery that afternoon and grateful to get away from the nutty old bag that's my old scrollum, I left and headed back to work.

So is this this ain't Tomb Raider XXX? It really isn't. God damn it. Well, why do you ruin it before I even get out with you? This really isn't Tomb Raider. XXX. Okay, well then it ain't. Alright, fair enough. The afternoon

dragged interminably, but eventually finished and I headed home. There is promised candy, my new statue. She was even hotter than I remembered and my heart raced at the thought of having this life-size naked woman added to my collection. I quickly got changed

and proceeded to drag her inside. I had to change into my dragging clothes. It was hard. It was hard going as small as candy was. About five foot five. She still seemed to weigh a ton and it took nearly an hour to get her onto the lounge. Once I had recovered from the exertion, I had some dinner, pulled the curtains, and settled down to watch some TV.

I'm exciting. Wait a minute, TV? Are you British or not? I suppose it was my attention. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I slipped over to candy and I started to run my hands over Lucius Curse. She was made of polished marble. All right, all right.

Which gave her an illusion. I think you might realize that you have some more text to get through. That X I might not be working for. By now, you were very something. Yeah, what were you? What were you by now? You were very something. There's more than one.

You're right. But not more than you were very something. That's the indicator there. So, okay. Oh, okay. So I was not very, I was so. Yeah, you were very. You'll be so later.

All right, cool. We want to go Brit or we want to go dumb shit? Okay. Every other sentence. Oh, no. No. Yes, cool. We want to go Brit or we want to go dumb shit? Okay. Every other sentence. No. Yes, yes. Frank West has good ideas. Fucking brilliant!

By now I was very horny and stripping naked. I started to slowly stroke my cock whilst running my other hand and my eyes over her form. I picked my eyes up, rubbed them all over. It hurt. It was at this time I discovered the true degree of detail the artist had gone to, running my hand down to a thrusting crotch. She's a statue. She thrusts.

That makes sense. I discovered she had a vagina. Look at that. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. You've been turned on by the statue for, like, days at this point. You just now looked in the whole vagina area? The sexiest type of woman to me is her soul.

Thank you. Well, a hole in the right place anyways. This was something I wanted to take advantage of. Even if it was cold stone creamery. The problem was the arms. As I prepared for a second attempt, I realized that once in, I wouldn't be able to get my cock into her vagina,

if you will, so I oiled both our crotches as well. By now... Both our what? Crotch. Crotches as well. By now I was so horny I couldn't have cared

if someone had walked in on me. My all was focused on the fun to come. Crouching. I slipped one arm through her arms and held her neck for support because, you know, she's limp. With the other hand I slipped the tip of my cock into her. My cock into her.

Almost losing control in the process. Then, tip of my cock into her. My cock into her. Almost losing control in the process. Then, careful that my cock did slip out. I started to squeeze my... What did you have control of? Huh? Nothing. Do I have to skip to another part? I started to squeeze my other arm and shoulders through her arms.

If I had my wits about me, I probably wouldn't, would never have done it. But as I said, I was beyond that. I almost lifted her off the floor, but I managed to get into her arms. The feeling was my cock slipped completely into her was exquisite, and I tensed, holding myself still

to prevent me coming too quickly. I wanted this to last. You don't want to disappoint her. Hell no. She'll tell all her statue friends. At that point, you she'll tell you seconds you know what i mean it'll be first time right right okay at this point i'm pretty sure that this place is an erotic story collection so i've convinced you well over i'm guessing when you're fucking a statue, there's probably pluses and minuses. Is there one plus that you noticed?

Where do I skip to? Is there one plus that you missed that you noticed? One plus I noticed immediately was that I must have gotten out of the grasp of the arms at the last moment as I could feel them around my shoulders now, hence my lack of ability to look down on my body. Because of the position I had been in during the fall, my legs were spread on either side of the statue,

and a quick flex of them showed that they and my spine were undamaged. The weight of the statue on my crotch was very uncomfortable, and I tried to ignore it by moving on to checking my arms. Moving and flexing them, I confirmed that they were okay. All right, now to get out from under the statue. I tried to lift the statue. It seemed even heavier than before from this position, and I got nowhere. I was going to have to roll it off of me.

Not something I liked the idea of doing to my leg, but I had no choice. But you did like the idea of fucking a statue. Well, yeah. It's got a beautiful stone crotch. You know what I mean? It certainly does. You should have seen its tits. That's a weird version of Tourette's you have.

Stealing myself, I pulled my leg out as close to the statue as possible and pushed mightily on one side. It moved quite quickly once it started, and I was surprised by a pain in my crotch. Crotch! As it pulled me with it. What did surprise me, however, was the location of the pull. It was inside me, not inside her.

As I recovered, I looked at the statue's face. It had changed. The obvious masculinity of its new features dawned on me, and once again I felt my body with my mind. Oh, dude! Now you're fucking a male statue! That's weird! Yeah, I was

fine until now. I don't know. Oh, my shame. Don't tell anyone. My shock built as I first felt the way my nipples brushed on the statue's chest, even though I was raised several inches above it. And second, I didn't even want to think about the sensations in my crotch. That was erotic for some reason. I don't know.

It just didn't work for me. Sorry. Thinking about the sensations in my crotch, I tried sliding down to get out from under the statue's arms and was stunned by the incredible and totally foreign sensation of something being thrust hard and deep into my belly. That's where a vagina is. This was almost... It's my belly crotch! This was almost instantly toppled by sexual tingles firing through me as my crotch

ground into a part of the statue that shouldn't have been there. Hey Boots, when I had that new wave ban, sexual tingles, how come you never saw any of our shows? Oh, we were really good. Sexual Tingles. Yeah, Sexual Tingles I thought was pretty good. But I was more a fan of Pain in My Crotch. That was the opening band.

No, that was our sludge metal band. Yeah, there it is. There it is. By now, I'd reached the obvious conclusion, but it was so shocking, I had to check using the only means available to me. I reached behind me with one hand to feel what the obstruction was.

Even before my hand reached my crotch, I noticed that my bum felt very full, protruding out further than it had before. And now the smooth skin had a deep feminine softness, you know, as stone does. All I actually did, of course, was confirm that the statue was indeed now completely male, and I was totally female.

Sliding my hands over more of my body revealed what felt like enormous brass and nipples. Wait a minute, you're just trying to slowly manage to read this whole story in that voice. I see what's happening. I got my new small and delicate hands. This is stog creep. That's what this is.

I hope enough due diligence was done in the research for this story. I need to understand what it's like to really be a woman. So he just walks around and says, what is it like to be a woman? My bum feels full. My nipples responded to my examination by stiffening, and I discovered

that the size made them easier to play with. This is what women do. I wondered if that was why they seemed so much more sensitive. Renewing my efforts to get free, I tried to wiggle my head out from the statue's grasp. Panic started to set in as my struggles proved to be in vain, and the sensations of my marble...

And the sensations of the marble in my vagina, and the pressures on my clitoris continued to drive home my new femininity. Clitoroose. With a major effort. Oh yeah. Clitorus. With a major effort oh yeah clitor us with a major effort i relax and try to think my first thought was that was that the woman in the shop was going to get the male statue she

wanted it seemed so ludicrous i thought i couldn't help laughing what came out was a feminine giggle which immediately sobered me up thinking So, uh... Some other shit. So the male statue... So the female statue turns into a male statue. You turn into a female statue. The male statue fucks you. Right? And then the orgasm flows through you, right? Yeah, that's just what happens to women.

The piece of me that was free of my still-orgasming body wondered whether I could regret only experiencing one such orgasm as blackness again claimed me. Weeks later as the woman in the shop finished adjusting her display

she wondered whether she had done the right thing. She had always wanted this statue and even though nakedness and sex excuse me nakedness and sex

was generally accepted in art Is that what's nakedness and sex like in that voice? The obvious ecstasy of the woman's face meant that the statue of the couple making love was perhaps a bit too much to be in her shop window.

The end! Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun that's what that was yeah yeah yeah I was like okay nobody gets what song this is also it's not super funny anyway I have to commit to this for a while fuck keep going yeah we didn't tell you to stop yeah okay stop

well that was super erotic thank you so much for reading that erotic story. It really did terrific things. So, yeah, once again, document provided to us by Spooks. And there is broken into sections as a nice piece is. So we went through some short transformation stories, some longer transformation stories, and

finally, transformation snippets. Boots, accept the fact that, oh, you know what? Here's my challenge to you. Alright. He was excited, too.

I mean, I'm up for the challenge. Yay, challenges. These don't go wrong. I'm up for the challenge. So you have a PayPal account. What I'm going to do is I am going to give you this link, which is St. Patrick's Day limericks. For each limerick that you read, I will give you one American dollar.

Which is like 1.5 of your dollar, so it's a bargain. Alright, so as many as you can get through. Alas, one beautiful morn fell in love with a male unicorn. She purchased a spell, recited it well, now she's with him

with hooves, tail, and horn Alright, okay There once was a young man named Sean Whose wish came from a sly leprechaun To be surrounded by dough Was what he wanted so In six months he was born as a fawn. That's quite a pun. What did that have to do with the doe and the leprechaun?

Two dollars! Two dollars! Fuck it. He was inside a female deer. Alright, this is worth it. Because that's like two dollars and forty cents Canadian. Your life is not in it. You're's like $2.40 Canadian. Your life is not in it.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're doing great for yourself. You never get paid for these recordings. This will be the first time ever. Okay. Oh, this will be worth it. A man while drinking light bud. Come on.

Oh, come on! Crashed his car with a sinking thud. The car that he hit had a warlock in it. Now he lives as a sinketing thud. The car that he hit had a warlock in it. Now he lives as a frog in the mud. Fuck! What the fuck does this... Sadly, that's the best one.

The boy's broken! Light bud! That's the best one! Time to sit down with a nice, refreshing lightbud. And watch the ball foot game. All right, I'm going to skip one. There once was a man from Nantucket who was poaching fish near Pawtucket. He found himself wishing to spend his life fishing and wound up in his minnow bucket.

Where's the fucking in that? Yeah, suck it. Didn't show up anywhere in there. A man, while drinking green beer, felt a tail push out of his rear. The changes weren't done as he started to run and went into the woods as a deer. I kind of like that one. Well, then you get your dollar taken away, don't you? Let's examine that.

What does that say about you? You like that. You're on record as like, why did you like that? I like that it flowed and rhymed correctly. Boots, this podcast isn't about appreciating things.

Yeah. I know it's your first day and all. You think this is like the A- Holy fuck, there are so many of these. Yeah, I realized a fundamental flaw with my plan. I mean, on the one hand, you have to read this, and I know that hurts you, but I'm also in this podcast, and I have to hear these. So I'm paying you to hurt me. All right, this one's going to be good.

Am I a masochist? This one's going to be good, because it has about as many commas as it has words. Dear rats, rabbits, and moose, cheetahs, wolves, tigers, and goose, round the channel he stared, the visitor got scared, and decided it best to vamoose. Moose and moose, I get it. There's a witch's apprentice. A witch's apprentice named Mabel. Wind bout no milk for the table.

Come on. She heard the witch mutter, grew tail hooves and utter, and she produced much milk from the stable. Ah, see, because... Okay. Careful, he's going to get over, Cy.

I think the podcast has reached peak Cy. It's the Wilhelm Cy. 200 episodes in, we're going to run out of Cys. We must conserve them. Your lemon's just going to go and be like... Just nothing comes out anymore. Just nothing. Alright, one more.

That's it. I have no more to say. Enough of this silly wordplay. My name is Tin Bender. That's all I can render. Until next St. Patrick's Day. Yay! Something's over. Fuck!

Boots, you ruined that. How much did I earn? Bunny Red, how much did he earn? Jack shit. Okay. You get nothing. You get nothing. You read that for no reason.

Who made him the secretary of this deal? That's the first and last time that'll happen. God damn it. All right. The very last thing that Spooks wants to bring you is a section that is called, delightfully enough, Other Assorted Paragraphs. Ooh, I like paragraphs. That is wonderful. Thank you, Spooks.

Yeah, exactly. Thank you, Spooks. That sort of makes up for some of those things you had earlier in the document. So let's go Boots, Frank West, Bunny Bread, myself. And they all start with a link. So just basically your piece will be from link to link, okay? Okay. All right, here we go. Yeah, so we have a series of snippets.

Boots, why don't you start us off? You know, there's nothing more annoying than finding a bear of snippets. Boots, why don't you start us off? You know, there's nothing more annoying than finding a bear in the cupboard. Particularly a bear wearing your wife's nightclothes. It didn't take that long to figure out what had happened. After all, my wife had a routine since we were married. I guess it was

really a bad idea to put that bowl of white crystal powder I got from the Indian shaman next to the sugar. Oh well, as they say, hindsight's 20-20. Okay. Jack felt a very odd sensation in his rear end. It was then that he felt the swish of the long tail moving back and forth. However, the by far oddest sensation was coming from between his legs.

Where the tail was, because the tail was between his legs. Something was becoming bigger and bigger. Jack was able to twist his head around enough to see, not his familiar equipment, but a large bovine udder with multiple teats. How do you need to- On his ball sack? That's, you know, sure. That's what it is. He felt them grow large and taunt

as they filled with milk. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah! You got lots of nipples! Near his rear end, he felt his sexual organs wither away To be replaced by a new set of plumbing The transformation was now complete

Jack was a Guernsey cow Good for him Terry bit her lower lip She had no idea what to do or to say Sir, just a... The ambulance will be there any moment now Don't you worry We'll get you to a hospital and have everything fixed You just... Oh my god! Sir, just a... The ambulance will be there any moment now. Don't you worry.

We'll get you to a hospital and have everything fixed. You just... Oh, my God! I'm a change in my hands. I can't move them. I'm a neck... Help me. Oh, my God. Terry felt her heart beating as the man's voice changed.

No longer was it human, but more like a cat. Oh, I should have been a cat. Meow! Or kittens, rather. Yeah, no, it carried. No, we it human, but more like a cat. Oh, that should have been a cat? Meow! Or kittens, rather. Yeah, no, it carried. No, we got cat out of that reading. Yeah, okay, yeah, meow. She listened carefully to any sounds that might be heard. Meow.

Huh. Okay. Meow. Pam continued down the hall and entered room five. Mr. and Mrs. Iverson, comma, read the tag on the door. One of the first married couples, John and Mary's transformation, had deeply troubled Pam. Walking into the room, the couple were laying on the bed in the heat of desire.

The couple ignored Pam. They all did after a while. It was just a minor annoyance in their life of orgy. Oh, yeah. Going to the next room, Pam's spot looked in on Sam and Agnes. They were both painfully shy college students coming to the clinic and appeared to be perfectly matched. They were!

For now, Pam had difficulty telling them apart as both had developed into twin nymphomaniac hermaphrodites each sporting 75 inch busts with breasts the size of firm volleyballs wasp thin waist long shocking red hair and 15 inch cocks and orange sized balls this is like every chorus light commercial i ever wanted yes exactly and that's because life for them now is a continuous 69 pussy plunge or tit sandwich. You know!

Like what lesbians do! It's been three days we haven't even mushed our tits together yet okay uh rebecca rebecca was fucking crazy but the way that she would match her tits that's the kind of thing you don't forget You missed that

Girl sure could mash a tit I'm sorry Read, I'll mute myself A paragraph where a guy starts to fuck a cat Next Meow Thanks, Boox Thanks, Boox thanks Boox

before Carl could speak he found himself being pulled from his body and watched as it fell off the chair and onto the floor in a lifeless heap he felt his senses change as he found himself in a dimension he never knew existed sight and sound no longer existed in the way that we know it Carl could no longer

see in this realm but could visualize what he was seeing. Sound was non-existent, but he still knew what he was there and... he still knew what he was there to be heard and what it sounded like. So Carl couldn't see, but he could hear,

except for he can't hear. Right? Yes. Okay, good. Yeah, got it. This new world consisted entirely of ones and zeros. Are you trying to get me to relive something? What am I thinking? I don't know. Author appears Anthony.

A six-year-old girl! Legally speaking, I also don't know what I'm talking about. You may know him by many names, but none of them is Carl. He is called a gremlin, a gremlin, a glitch, a bug. Often he is called lag, or peer, every time a packet gets misdirected. Mail is lost, or a system blue screens. Carl could easily be the cause.

Can't hook up to your ISP? Can't find a good server? All of of your mail keeps bouncing your system keeps locking up There's a good chance. It's Carl Yeah, I mean that's pretty hot I'm so turned on my world reboot fanfiction You know what that's like the one reference i bet our audience is all over all right there was a they had the wikipedia so many of our references you just kind of reboot fanfics yeah of course yeah they finally found my shit i've been writing yeah the mickey and the mini recognized each other by the tiny unauthorized variations in their clothing,

embraced as best they could, and rode the same elevator down to the service center. At food and waste, they joined dozens of others, peeled back patches of neck skin, and connected the food tubes. They plugged their tails into the waste sockets in the floor. Their tubes and tails bulged slightly as food flowed in and waste out. I hope they're taking good care of our old bodies! Sighed the Mickey. The mini hung her head.

You'll never let us be people again! Then they totally fucked, I assume. The end. I'm going to skip this mannequin sex one, just because I don't want to hit all the same notes and move on to special deluge are you sure that isn't today's special fanfiction that has a reference nobody in this room gets

okay great high five am I going to fuck man that's am I going to still Fuck, man, that's... Hell yes. Am I going to still be me? He swallowed hard, seeing Mary's face an inch a bit higher as his clock tilted backwards. Inside, I mean. He struggled for words.

My... Consulness. My... Consul... Hush... My conshul... My cons... Conshush. My conshushness. My conshushness, of course.

My conshushness. The little boy in the mirror was missing front teeth now, and talking was getting harder. Okay. Yay! That's all. That's all I got.

I'm going to skip one that I think is a dog fucking story. Thanks, Boots. Thanks, Boots! Hey! When you're

submitting documents, don't include stuff with people fucking dogs and kids. Guys, when you're submitting documents, Unless you're Farroquest, yeah. Just take all the dog fucking parts and just send them, when you're saying dogs and kids... Unless you're Frank West, yeah.

Just take all the dog fucking parts and just send them to me. Okay? Don't tell anybody else. Just send it to me. It's fine. Continue. Frank West presents the Darknet. Rechange of the podcast. Episode 201 is called Frank West presents the Darknet. Rechange of the podcast.

Episode 201 is called Frank West presents the Darknet. The Darknet. It's that from that on. Welcome to the F Plus Podcast. Here's where it gets wrong. Sorry, ran out of funny. I genuinely enjoyed that week. Even as I noticed the changes in what was left of my body,

my waist grew slim until it was no thicker than my neck, rising from between his thighs, almost like a huge penis. Ron never hesitated to let me see what was happening to myself, but whenever I questioned it, whenever I objected, he silenced me with his universal answer. Another orgasm. That's your answer for everything. Oh yeah, like my biology teacher.

Oh, there you go again with your orgasms. We almost had the quietest library. We almost had the quietest library. This is bean... Oh, no. I thought it was bean-y thing, but it's bee-anything. Bean-y thing? A beanie thing.

Beanie thing. What are these things supposed to be? Furry balls. They're madeanie thing. What are these things supposed to be? Furry balls. They're made for sex. What? What? Jared grows a large knob on the side of his ball and pushes it into base. Furry balls.

My suit gives in, taking its shape as he pushes further into me. I am overcome with orgasm. shape as he pushes further into me. I am overcome with orgasm. Every move he makes in my new orifice sends shivers all throughout my body. As he pushes in deep and twists around, I start to tremble

and shake with a new orgasm every second. He's right. These are made for sex. Oh yeah, I was in doubt. Can you guys stop sending us ball fucking, please? Oh, send us more ball fucking. God. I gotta say, furry balls is a weird Google image search.

It's really not at all what I expected. Although, I mean, cat testicles are kind of funny. They're just funny to look at. So, F+, what did we learn from any of this? The 90s were horrible. I mean, we knew that. We knew that already. I'm sorry.

We certainly did. We didn't learn anything. We reaffirmed. If you take your average fetishist and make them more nerdy, they just get more long-winded? Yeah. British people need to die. Good lord, no. You know, it's a little far, but I like your initiative.

Yeah, I think that there was definitely more so than a lot of other fetish stuff. One of the things that I've noticed is that when we end up reading stuff that's this old, when we end up reading stuff from the 90s, because the internet was so much more laborious and expensive, while these pieces aren't good they are labored you know what I mean? yeah they don't have that rush job feeling

right comment and like for more all of these stories and that's why they're so long winded and like a lot of them aren't even like some of the some of these stories and maybe not necessarily the ones we've read or at least not the ones that I'll make in the episode but like some of these stories and maybe not necessarily the ones we've read or at least not the ones

that I'll make in the episode but like some of these stories don't even seem like they were being written as erotica it was just like people were part of the internet community

so they wrote like a funny story about their fetishes instead of and it's just like I miss the sense of community of the early internet yeah we all do

but not that much. Yeah, it's part of a web ring, this website. Ooh. Wow. You can go to the homepage and you can see the web ring. It's the transformation web ring. Let's go to a random page, and we are on, oh, it's a 404 error. Let's try again.

This site contains adult material. And 404 error. Okay, one more time. Sorry. Let's find out. No whammies. No whammies. 404 error.

Okay. All whammies. So, I mean, you know, congrats to TSA.transformation.2 for clearly being the last man standing. The highlander of this web ring. It's taken the power of all the other transformation sites. There can be only jizz. Yeah. Reading stories from the 90s and references from the 80s.

Yeah. The website, as always, thefbl.us. It is SSL secured. Nobody cares, but Boots and I spent a bunch of time fucking with it anyway. And, you know,

there's shirts for sale. I've got a little contribute page, which, you know, there's shirts for sale. I've got a little contribute page, which, you know, you could contribute in. And we have a forum. The forum's called Ball Pits. Bunny Brad, what threads have you liked on Ball Pit recently? Oh, shit, man. There's so many.

There's the one where the nerds talk about nerd shit. And then there's the other one about the nerds. And then there's some internet crap. And then you guys talk about Adventure Time, I think. That's what it's called. Bob's Burgers. I really tried hard on that, so fuck you. There's a bit where people talk so much about... That was you trying hard,

was it? Yep. Okay, that was you. Okay. I just want to get a baseline of what Bunny Bread trying hard looks like. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Hang on, hang on. Metal Gear Slickwit or some shit. There, I did it.

You've never been on Ball Pit, have you? I don't know what the fuck you're talking about. All right, let's get out of this fucking episode. Bye! Good night. In my cave, on my plate, could be you while I'm food. First I buried, latest woman, woman on the list. Got the hook, I'm calling, you know it's scary. Watch the dragon, wanna go get married. I don't wanna smell your muck.

Dog vacay ain't nothing to fuck with. Dog vacay ain't nothing to fuck with.