I’m not sure at all, and I think this is a consistent problem. Does anyone have any recommendations for this anon?
I can’t speak to the quality of the moderation but both Weasyl and SoFurry have decent setups for finding fiction. Out of the two, I think SF has the larger user base and focus on writing.
I still haven’t found a site entirely to my liking though, which is why I just made my own for my stories. Even that’s not great, though, because it’s just me and if you want updates you’ve got to follow it through RSS. Tumblr itself isn’t an awful alternative, if you get a theme suited to text.
Finding good tf sites has been my issue for years, I use tumblr almost exclusively and other then that maybe pre 2010 stories from cyoc? After that I noticed a very steep decline in quality there
Your friend came back from the convenient store wearing a different shirt, and suddenly muscles, he flexed at you.
“Who the fuck are you?” You ask not noticing yourself starting to flex back, and your biceps look fucking hot…
I was very confused, I was walking back to my dorm after my physics class and suddenly this cop came out of nowhere, tackled me down, and arrested me. Whenever I asked why he only said “you know” no I didn’t! As I sat in the back of the dispatch car I started to feel dizzy. My skin tanned and my muscles grew. My jeans turned into a pair of red basketball shorts that sagged a bit. My shoes turned into skater shoes. My shirt started to dissolve until it was gone completely, I was shirtless and sagging in the back of a cop car! What the fuck?! My hair turned blond and grew longer as I felt my brain shrink.
“Let me out you fucking fed!” I shout trying to kick the back of his seat as anger flooded my mind. Once he pulled me out of the car at the station my bones cracked as I got taller.
I was fucking pissed off! What’s so wrong about selling weed at a college campus!? If I didn’t do it some other fucker would…
Little did I know that weed would spread my newfound way of thinking
“Dude when did you get a tattoo? You said you hate white trash… wait what are doing to huhuhuh thanks bro idk why I was talking like a spoiled nerd there” Sam just smiled as his touch spread the disease instantly changing his stuck up friend into dumb white trash like him. Soon the whole neighborhood was going to have a crime problem and some empty classrooms.
Those Erlinger brothers used to be the nicest boys. So quiet and shy, and always so polite! But that was before Coach drafted them onto the football team and put them through the Process.
Nowadays they’re always strutting around half naked, flexing their muscles and showing off. They just sneer at their old nerd friends, and only hang out with the other jocks. And they’re always bringing back guys to their room for heaven knows what (different ones every night!) and they don’t care how loud they get!
They’re going to find out nothing good will come from being such show-offs. Sure, they seem happy now. Deliriously, permanently happy, in fact. But that can never last… can it?
Oh, you must be on of the skeptics! Yes, we got the e-mail saying you were coming. “Fair Warning” was the subject line, I believe. If I might say so, that was fairly decent of you to send notice ahead like that. So many just show up at our door, and I have to improvise something for them.
For you I hope you don’t mind that we designed a little something special. Far be it from us to tell you what to believe, but we’d really appreciate giving us a chance to show you our side of things. I do hope you’ll agree. Who knows? You might even have fun.
What do you say?
I love the idea. I really do, but if we are kidnapping people and replacing them, how do they have all of their old memories. No, you’re right. I suppose some don’t come back with everything in tact upstairs, so you do have a pretty legitimate theory there.
That’s enough chit chat though. We’re here. It’s just through this door. You’re going to love it!
Welcome to our tropical hideaway, you lucky skeptic you! This is one of our far and in between resort rooms. It’s a bit of a hidey-hole for anyone fortunate enough to find it within the Foundation. It has no plans, no reservations, and complete privacy. It’s everyone’s vacation fantasy trapped all inside one room.
Of course it’s real. You can swim until you down, stay under the sun until you get skin cancer, and eat fruit right off the trees. Sure it is all replicated, but it’s so close the original that it might as well be the same thing. Perhaps the difference between our perspectives is what is real over what is possible.
Or I suppose that you could be hypnotized into seeing all of this. You don’t seem like the suggestive type, so frankly, I feel sorry for the hypnotist’s lap you end up in. We can go with that if you’d like though as long as you keep humoring me. Okay?
In that case, here’s some clothes. I know it’s old-fashioned, but I hate to see an outfit not match the scenery. Try on some baggy jeans. Wear a blue-striped v-neck. Get loose. Oh, why not go crazy and try on the jockstrap? It’s all just a hallucination anyway.
If it’s all so fake you probably won’t mind me telling you that there’s another reason why this secret cove is so hard to find. Heck, the room is actually set to alter it’s position every moment or so do to this entire place being a bit of a failed experiment.
Some scientist from the back rooms decided that he wanted his day in the sun and made this room for his enjoyment alone. He wanted to be free to enjoy the beach without judgment or discrimination. He had a pretty good thing going too until he decided it wasn’t enough. He had to be the king of the beach like those guys he say in high school. They were big, tough jocks that ruled the sand, and apparently he had his shore of them from a childhood in a coastal town.
Instead of realizing he made and entire world all by himself and rising above his lack of self-esteem, he decided that the salt air just wasn’t salty enough, ironically. He added chemicals upon chemicals from his fellow genius colleagues less successful projects to make this place a cesspool of potential for dumb jock transformations.
The problem was that the chemicals he added and used to make this place reacted kind of funny. The salt that made this place originally flourish a beautiful paradise then took away the great mind that couldn’t appreciate it. It’s all really quite poetic.
Well, why do you look so worried? It’s all fake, isn’t it? You can’t feel your brain getting kind of fuzzy, can you? That would be bad if it was real. The salt does that, you see. It makes your brain get smaller and smaller. It’s gets so dehydrated, after all. It get’s pruney like your skin after a long swim. We know because we took out the scientists to see.
Don’t worry. We didn’t kill him. He simply didn’t need it. He was running entirely on instinct when we took it. The second after it was pulled he asked if someone would fuck him.
Oh yeah, the salt does do that. It makes you craves more salt, particularly up the ass. We theorize that it causes a sudden adaptive evolution to cause extreme arousal at the thought of salt being deposited within a body.
But you don’t feel that, right? You don’t feel any of that, right? Oh, you do wan’t to be fucked. Well, I’m sure it’s just a coincidence, but I get a pleasurer in here anyway to fuck the rest of your dumb jock brains out.
So it sounds to me that you want life easy breezy down by the sea-zy. Well, I’d recommend a certain secluded, salty retreat, but I seem to have lost track of it. I’m not blaming myself as it’s so easy to do considering that they move it bi-hourly, but it does put a nail in the coffin of that idea. Perhaps the old reliable catalog might have something for us both.
Beach… beach… beach… Oh, it seems there’s something under a subsection here. The Forest? Oh, this could be very interesting. Let’s check it out!
This is the Forest, an interesting place full of people/creatures. Calling them creatures would be rude, but calling them people seems to leave their fantastical differences needing to be expressed. Creaple maybe? We’ll hash that out later.Right now we need to focus on a bit of a legend of the Forest.
You see, due to all the amazing things that happen in this place, a lot of it goes undocumented. In the Foundation proper it’s easy to keep track given how organized we are with cameras and our scientist constantly writing down everything they can, but subsections like the Forest are mostly self-governed.
We try to keep guards, the Ursine Order comes to help from time to time, and Sir Jock serves as the Knight of the Forest, but it’s the denizens of the Forest that keep track of things. They due so through rumors, myths, and legends, and to some extent, all of them hold some truth. That’s were I come in from the outside to confirms or deny the tall tales.
The latest in the long line of possible whoppers is that of the Shore Master. Apparently there is a vision of handsome beauty that haunts this beach and claims it as his domain when he sees fit. If the stories are correct, he appears when you are naked to clothe you in his gifts. I’ve asked what that means, but I was never told anything beyond that. Apparently it’s a bit of a secret.
Regardless, I’d say stripping is your best bet here. If this doesn’t pan out like I think it will, at least you’ll get one hell of a story to tell at home. Come on! Shuck it all off! There’s no need to be shy. Every beach is a nudist beach in the Foundation. It’s on all of our brochures.
Oh, look! There’s someone coming out of the water. Act reverent! Get on your knees!
Master of the Shores, we come before you seeking help. The man you look down upon seeks peace and happiness in your element, and we have heard the tales of men being clothed in you kindness. Please bless this man as you have done with others, and you’ll have his eternal gratitude.
Oh good lord, there you are! Damn, you just washed up didn’t you? He didn’t escort you out of the water nearly as elegantly as he led you in, now did he? The again, you were under for a good hour, so I’m just glad you’re not dead. Let me look at you!
Oh, you do look good! You have a nice bod and tan now, and that wasn’t even supposed to be part of the package. How do you feel though? Do feel relaxed enough to enjoy life down by the beach? What was it… “easy breezy down by the sea-zy?”
You dunno? Yeah, you’ve got the attitude alright. Now it’s only a matter of getting you out there on a board. I’m sure the Master would love to have his newest disciple on his waves, and I think I know just the beach and bum to show you the ropes.
Aw, you’re looking for a good time? I can understand. Well, I can’t because I was given new life as a clone just a short time after my last predecessor became the coach’s, but I don’t see why we can’t find a good time together.
In fact, I was checking out the scenes earlier, and I think I found something that might be right up you alley. Let’s go check it out!
Oh, this is perfect! The colorful atmosphere, sexy customers, and hello bartender! It says here that this tall glass of water is renowned for his mixed drinks. Before he was hired on at the Foundation they said you could give him absolutely anything and he’d turn it into alcoholic ambrosia. That’s mostly why the Foundation hired him on.
The Foundation for Transformation is an endlessly amazing place, but every once and awhile there’s a tad bit of a disconnect from the science end of things to what the customers get. For instance, we turn our alchemy department turns out new metamorphic tonics and potion every day, but I have yet to hear of one that doesn’t taste naturally terrible. That’s why with his help we are able to take the revolting and make it revolutionary.
Hey, check out this drink! What is it? Hell if I know! The bartender doesn’t really do named drinks here. I mean, when you can make something out of anything giving every combination a name gets a tad ridiculous. Instead he operates very similarly to my MO. You give him what you want you want to be by the end of your little binge, and he’ll give you what you need. I do know that it’ll most likely be delicious though. Go ahead and drink up!
Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug…
And we have muscle definition! Now that mass you got three drinks ago is really apparent. It also really looks good with the hair on your arms. Of course, the hair on your face is really what knocks you up to a ten. How are you doing for sports tastes? You’re still feeling more of the party guy vibe instead? Okay, let’s make that next on the list, shall we tender?
While he’s working on that though, let’s get a selfie for the wall. We’ll use the picture you sent in with the form as the before, so really show me what you got. Give me a little sass, and let’s get under this light here. Oh my gosh, is that a duck face? Okay, it’s your picture. Ready?
Oh, very nice! Let’s chug this one down now. Feel any different? Football? Yeah, we can work with that. In fact, we’ll probably get you a double scholarship to the Youth program with that: party studies and football. You’ll fit right in.
Sure no problem bro, in fact they’ve been waiting for you. Look deep into their dull dumb eyes. Drained from years of blows to the head and not paying attention. They have such a relaxed calm life, nothing like the college stress you’ve been going through. You say your already athletic? thats perfect, less they have to do that way. All they have to do is your mind. Feel it empty out yet?
Geology? what the fuck is that bro? Something to do with rocks? Your dumb as a rock bro does that count? You know a lot more about plays now huh? Common bro we got your equipment right here and coach can set you up with a scholarship.
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