Francis O'Connor, 47 year old adjunct instructor (COMPLETE), by 4og8zzjkc

SQUISH

SQUISH

“T-this is utterly absurd…”

“If you mean, udderly absurd, then maybe…”

A bit of narration is in order.

Over the past few reviews, Marcie had to deal with considerably enlarged breasts due to a birthday party mishap involving a cactus, **** and an agoraphobe.

A particular “kind” individual had offered a cure:

Marcie had to be milked down by Gina.

While wearing a cow costume.

Normally, Marcie wouldn’t be caught **** agreeing to these demented demands but…as it happens another “kind” individual had placed another curse upon Marcie that exacerbated her mammary related issue.

Unless she wants to turn into a living milk dispenser, Marcie had to act.

“Which means we are doing this review while Marcie gets milked., I hope you all enjoy the show. Because I will.”

“Ghh…can you not be as insufferable about my suffering?”

“Nope, you better believe I’m getting my fill of this.”

“Grrrr...”

“So, what are we reading this time, Cow?”

“Don’t you dare...ahhhhh!!! Francis O'Connor, 47 year old adjunct instructor (COMPLETE), by 4og8zzjkc”

SQUIIIISH!

“Ouch! Don’t be so rough!”

“Sorry, blame this fucker for having one of the most revolting titles we came across.”

“Haa…”

“I don’t even know what I’m supposed to complain first. The age, the obnoxious bracket or that abomination of an username.”

“M-maybe we should just start before you...aaahhh...milk me further.”

“Splurt!”

READING IN PROGRESS (BGM)

Standing on the stage is, quite possibly, the ugliest woman Tina has ever seen. That’s saying something, considering how many senior living center shows she’s had to play to pay the bills. It’s like if a scarecrow and a heron had a particularly grotesque baby. Spindly limbs with knobby knees and elbows. Frazzled hair going in every direction. An almost spherical nose that looks bigger than her fist and glasses that make her strangely beige colored eyes look twice as big as her nose. Wearing an ill-fitting seersucker suit and holding a 1970s game show style microphone, the woman stands awkwardly. Immediately behind her is a wooden chest three times her height with the words “Master in Here” in gold inlay; somehow, she knows a person is locked in there, a stranger. Six adequate looking poolside lounge chairs to the side.

Gina angrily squished down on Marcie’s breasts to convey her ire.

“G-Gina! I told you to stop doing t-that!”

“They are having an ugly evil crone as host, Marcie.”

“Y-yes they do...t—that’s not my fauuuult!”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this but Beckie might be a worse host then Al. And it shouldn’t be physically possible to be a worse host then Al.”

“G-Gina...ahnn…..don’t do this….with...my...breaasstsss…”

“Anyways, the hag host abducts a bunch of girls. Only six this time around. There’s a nudist, a gym bunny, a streamer, a hag, a stripper and a magician.”

“Y-yeah...”

SMACK!

Gina slapped Marcie’s boobies.

“Kyah!”

“Give some proper commentary, you stupid, fat cow!”

“Y-yes! I...I quite like this reduction….It makes getting acquainted with them...ehh...easier. The girls...itself are also q-quite varied.”

“Yeah, I don’t mind them. Speaking of…”

SQUUUUUISHH!”

“iYAAHHH…!”

“This old fart is the oldest master we had so far! Not even Michael was that bad. Aren’t guys supposed to get erectile dysfunction once they hit their forties?”

“Ha...h..ahhaa….”

“Whatever, this guy got stuffed in a chest and not the erotic version. He’s pretty much out of commission for the entire opening ceremony. Good.”

“Oh, one of the many, many spells you contestants are under right now is that you can’t refer to The Master with pronouns. Or with any other term that is less ingratiating to the Master than the Master. Can we move on to the fun fucking questions now?”

“But we already saw the name of the master in the title! We know it’s a guy! You stupid hag!”

Another moment to breathe, a thrusting forward of the chest. “While it has been closer to 2 decades since I have last seen The Master, The Master was the one professor that changed my life for the better. I can say Professor? Great. That term doesn’t feel so disgusting. I barely graduated high school, but I liked the idea of being a doctor; my hormone addled teenage brain thought that being a doctor was a good way of seeing hot people naked in real life. I listened to the local community college’s advisors and signed up for A&P I during my first summer after graduation. I was incredibly stupid. My Professor kicked my figurative ass the entire 3 months. The Master, fuck, I slipped up, promised the very beginning of the semester ‘through a maelstrom of fire, brimstone, and note cards’ to **** us to learn how to learn. I barely passed with a C, with the rest of my friends flunking out or dropping early. I gave My Professor an F on ‘Grade My Prof.com’, saw that, despite only teaching for a few years, My Professor already had enough reviews to merit a low F rating on the site, and swore to never take a class with My Professor again. I retook A&P I with another teacher and ended up with the highest grade in the class. And then I aced the next. Then the next. And the next. I ended up transferring to a much better school than I should have been able to enroll. All because The Master, fuck this is hard but I just need to get through this, delivered on that promise. The Master dragged me, kicking and screaming, into becoming a student that would succeed. And you, monster, would drag The Master here when it is blatantly obvious that this will be **** for us all? Fuck you sideways with a sandpaper and razorwire wrapped dildo!”

…

Squish!

“Don’t just squeeze my breasts as critique!”

“Sorry, Marcie. My eyes just kinda glazed over upon reading this wall of text.”

Now our third twisty-turny turny-twist!

“Urp, that awful alliteration makes me want to puke.”

“You’re leaking enough as it is, Marcie. The bucket is already half full.”

“I...I don’t think I survive this.”

“Eh, don’t worry. The chapters are pretty short, you manage. So, uh, one silver lining is that this ugly balding freak of a master gets feminized.”

“Y-yes, a most...judicious decision.”

“Wow, you agree to genderbending for once, Marcie? Guess milking does wonders to your brain.”

“T-that’s not it, Gina. I only enjoy crossdressing if the male is appropriately feminine from the start. In the case of a balding guy in his forties I definitely advocate for complete rejuvenation.”

“Nicely said, cow.”

SQUISH!

“THEN STOP MILKING ME!”

Head of Hair – The Master is currently bald and bearded; let’s fix both of those icky problems in one go. All superficial hair on the face and neck of The Master shall be magically transplanted into The Master’s scalp and converted into normal scalp hair. The scalp hair will then magically grow to a length of 2 inches. Every time a contestant plays with The Master’s hair, The Master will experience arousal. If the contestant plays with The Master’s hair sufficiently to cause an orgasm before the game ends, the hair will magically grow an additional 2 inches, to a maximum of the length sufficient to reach the top curvature of The Master’s ass; The Master cannot cut the scalp hair while the game is ongoing, but may style it as seems fitting. After the game ends, The Master can cut and style the scalp hair as seems fitting, but the hair will not grow longer than the maximum it reached during the game (Feminization).

“I-is that a hair fetish? What kind of weird ass freak has a fucking hair fetish?”

“W-well.”

“You know what this reminds me off, Marcie?”

“N-No.”

“Sarckle once wrote a Pokemon story were a girl got her head shaved completely bald.”

“…”

FUCK, YOU, SARCKLE!”

SQUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUISH!

“KYAAAAAAAHHHHH!”

A particular large swill of milk erupted out of, Marcie while the busty blonde experienced a climax and slumped forward.

“Haaa….haaaa….haaa….”

“Oh, and cow-guy wrote that Disney story with Rapunzel. This author should read it, I bet he loves it.”

“B-but...Rapunzel cut her haaair.”

“I know. I want this fuck to suffer.”

“...”

“Bah, enough about the guy! Let’s talk girls! Stop basking in your orgasm and say something!”

SMACK!

Gina smacked Marcie’s boobs.

“Y-yes...ungh, this is another one of those seasons who...decided to...forgo first round voting in favor of fixed transformations..which is...ha...something...”

“Which means, I don’t get to insult the audience just yet. Which always pisses me off. Good job, you shitty hag.”

Barely allowing for a single break, Gina was already back on milking duty. Marcie didn’t seem very coherent so the black haired girl had to pick up the slack.

“We get the usual fare, hyper pregnant, super sensitivity and one girl that’s afraid of clothes and the very first bunny girl. Meh, I prefer cows.”

“N-No you doooon’t….”

“Shut up, cow. Give me a nice moo.”

“M-moooo….”

“Nice job. Now, what’s your favorite transformation?”

“T-the one Anil got...the body control app….”

Time for a Model Upgrade – Añil uses a digital avatar for steaming, now she becomes it in real life. Añil’s body proportions shall change to match the body type descriptions for her VStreemer model as found on the official Monstergirl Menagerie website. In addition, The Master and all contestants except Añil shall receive an app to play with Añil’s body. Contestants will have to buy tokens with BP to play; Añil will receive a portion of BP token sales in the app. The Master has a lifetime premium subscription. All play commands are on cooldown timers, so no spamming play actions to cause a DDoS attack (VStreemer).

“No surprises there.”

Her pelvic region feel like someone poured molten lead into it. She feels heavy, sore, burning. She screams, her howls echoing off the stage. The pain spreads as it lessens. Her thighs, ass, stomach, breasts all tingle. When she can finally stand, she notices her one-piece is a little loose. She gasps for air. She feels lighter, younger, and still in immense pain.

“HOLY FUCK WHAT THE ACTUAL SHIT!

“OUUUUCH! ENOUGH ALREADY!”

Marcie yanked her abused(and slightly diminished) breasts from Gina’s grasp.

“Ey! That wasn’t part of the deal!”

“This story is considerably too dangerous to get my breasts milked to!”

“Hm, I guess we did fill the bucket already. Wow, your tits were bloated.”

“ANYWAYS! Back to continuing this branch with less breast ****. As you have seen, these transformations are a bit more...painful then normally.”

“Is this a gore season, Marcie? I heard many bad things about this freak of an author.”

“I am sure it will not be as bad, but yes. This is apparently a dark season.”

“Huh. I have to admit I’m a bit intrigued.”

“Really, Gina?”

“All the other seasons just had pansy ass tryhard hosts. This hag is at least actually evil.”

The hotel, they suppose, looks like some weird amalgamation of an old Greek temple and a modern-day aquarium. A single ramp leads to what appears to be the front entrance, located along the near end of the building, but the rest of it is supported by a series of 2 foot tall stairs. A series of glass tubes, filled with water and swimming sea life, hold the roof aloft; these columns have thin bands of marble, inlaid with gold, to mimic the Doric columns they are trying to represent. The entire roof seems to be a large, flat aquarium tank, though a section of it seems to house a second story. Large marble bricks frame the building itself.

“AQUARIUM!”

“Gina contain yourself.”

“Will this season finally feature sharks? It better fucking does!”

“Beckie, our illustrious host, has a rather interesting style of hosting. But perhaps this should be extended to the writing style in general which is...interesting.”

“Nice way to say that it sucks ass, Marcie.”

“Hardly. I just think it takes a bit getting used to. For example we are getting many POV segments, but some of them are very short.”

“Fuck talking. I just need to hit something, ‘cause I can’t hit the crone without being blasted into another dimension. Let’s punch some stuff.”

“And there’s the Dragonball reference. Now we only need Disney.”

Above his crotch is a mess of almost frizzy looking sopping wet hair, strands of orange, black, white. A muscular looking back leads into a scaled fish like torso, terminating into a large caudal fin. The scale pattern reminds Francis of a lion fish. Equally muscular arms, featuring fin-like protrusions along the lateral aspects, grip his ass cheeks like a vise. The mass of hair moves to uncover a pretty face, at least until the mouth opens to reveal several rows of shark-like teeth.

“IS THIS WHAT I THINK IT IS?”

“A mermaid, duh. Isn’t it obvious? Name’s Ariel. And, before you start comparing me to that Disney movie shit, we are so fucking, how do you say, ‘ripped’ so we can jump out of the water, grab a human, pull him overboard, and chew those sweet, delicious balls right off of him before the man can say ‘Look out’.”

“Oh, it’s just a mermaid. That’s disappointing. And disgusting.”

“Oh hey, our Disney reference.”

“Marcie, I feel we need to focus a bit more.”

“We should yes. What do you think about the girls?”

“Is it just me or did Indigo’s personality do a complete 180?”

“It does feel a bit like that does it? The author must have just decided at some point to use her as a heel character and just went with it. Even her POV title changed from Anil to Indigo.”

“Oh, here’s the scene with Jenny, this wordvomit of an author spoiled.”

“Ah yes, the girl who was turned into a coffee table.”

“That’s mildly horrifying."

"Mildly?"

"Compared to last review? Yeah. But seriously, what is it with Jenny’s and constantly getting the short end of the stick?”

“I dunno, Gina. I would say this Jenny’s stick’s are quite even.”

“…”

SQUEEZE!

"STOP THAT!”

“STOP PUNS!”

“Ha, remaining on subject. While Jenny’s fate is horrendous, I do not think it carries the same weight as Katherine or even wrynn’s flashback season.”

“Yeah because cbfsj541bdcfsdx doesn’t bring her up constantly like cow-guy.”

“Yes, it is more disturbing backdrop and thus lacks a bit of punch.”

“Eh, no author actually had the balls to give an actual contestant a really brutal elimination. Fucking pussies.”

“...”

“Except Mimi of course.”

“I knew it.”

“Mimiiii!!!!!!!”

“STOP SUCKLING AT MY BREASTS!”

…

“Great, now I’m depressed. Let’s just skip straight to the challenge.”

“That feels...hasty, Gina.”

“Shut up or I start milking you again. So, the challenge is some sort of disgusting cum based dress up game. The less we talk about it the better.”

“Gina. We can not simply skip over everything.”

“ok, cow, you say something then.”

“Yes, I do like how it is judged by variations of the other contestants from different multiverses, we get some interesting perspectives.”

“And a lot of fucking scumbags. One of them apparently turns all her contestant into penguins. Sick freak.”

“True. The author, 4og...

“Oh fuck off, Marcie. I’m just calling him Bob. Every scumbag in the story is called Bob, so it’s fitting.”

“Fine. What I was trying to say is that Bob quite likes to engage in broader world building. There is a surprising absence of inter season mentions though.”

“No fanmail either. I guess nobody wants to have anything to do with the host hag.”

“The challenge is based on audience vote, which unfortunately is my least favorite way of holding a challenge.”

“At least it wasn’t as obnoxiously lengthy as with Hugedick.”

“True. Well, second set of transformations.”

“Streamer bitch gets turned into a fox. Some breastmilk stuff… “

“Please do not mention that, Gina.”

She Goes Where No Ordinary Rabbit Would Dare – Tina really likes to turn people’s body parts green. Well, two can play that game. Tina’s hair and fur become naturally lime green and utterly impervious to hair dye. To further the reference to a certain cartoon rabbit from the 90’s, Tina will also get a tactical view and an irrational hatred of toads (Bunny Girl).

“Who the fuck would vote for that?”

“You see, this is actually a reference to a short lived video game mascot named Jazz Jackrabbiiiiii!!!!”

“Wow, there really is a lot still in there.”

“We are done with milking!”

“That depends on you, Marcie. Are you going to be a nice docile cow or not?”

“...moo.”

“Good girl. Anyways. Luckily we don’t get a fucking green hare. Stripper Scarlet is also nice. All in all not a bad tf turnout. Oh, and one of the not shark girls joins the harem. There’s a bunch of them but there not sharks so who cares?”

“Gina, please stop pouting.”

“Milking you again would help.”

“Of course we would be wroth to not mention the master, who ended with a whole slew of feminization transformations.”

“Uhu, I don’t care about that.”

“And the host, Beckie, who received an intelligence drain transformation.”

“I’m amazed you aren’t screaming bloody **** at that, Marcie.”

“Well, Beckie is hardly the smartest tool in the shed so this is a case were nothing of value is lost.”

“Are we done? Wow, that was fucking weird.”

“Indeed. I can not help but feel we did not really touch upon a lot of things.”

“I did a lot of touching.”

“...I mean, we basically skipped all of the dates.”

“Meh, it was with an old fart anyways.”

“I think this might be a good opportunity to slip in some critique in regards the characters.”

“I fucking hate the master and the host.”

“Not what I was going for, Gina. My issue is that most character feel a bit samey. With the exception of Indigo, I suppose.”

“Oh yeah, she’s the evil one. Obnoxiously so.”

“Yes, but with the other five it was sometimes hard to tell them apart.”

“Are you sure that’s not because you’re brain’s full of milk, Marcie? The cultist nerd nudist is pretty different from the Bunny magician.”

“In appearance maybe. But what about their personalities?”

“Who cares. We’re here to see sexy girls do sexy things, Marcie. Nobody cares about their personalities.”

“Beyond that. I do feel certain plot threads did not really lead anywhere. Such as Indigo’s punishment app.”

“Eh, it’s only the first round. I’m sure the dumb bitch ends up getting punished plenty.”

“I dunno, Gina. I feel like they set her up for elimination.”

“What? No way! What about that milk stuff!”

“Enough about that, Gina!”

“No, the milk transformation. All they need is to feed the brat some of the prof’s milk to mind control her into stop being a little shit. Easy.”

“Hm, maybe. I still have a bad feeling about this.”

“Whatever. Are we done or do you need to get milked some more?”

“I do not want to get milked but we still have to talk about best and worst girl.”

“Uggghhh...worst girl is the hag, obviously. The host hag. Best girl, hm. The Bunny magician? She’s hot at least.”

“My, Gina. I am surprised you did not pick Daphne.”

“Marcie. Listen to me carefully. I like sharks. In a non sexual manner. These sluts are the most hypersexualized cumguzzlings freaks out there. And they aren’t even sharks!”

“Point taken.”

“Good, then hurry up. I have to send some mail.”

“Hm, best girl, best girl Indigo.”

“What? How? She’s fucking awful.”

“Yes, Gina. Which is why I put her as best girl.”

“Ok, what kind of weird ass logic is it this time?”

“Well, I simply do not like to be told I have to dislike someone. Indigo is set up to take the fall while all she needs is a firm hand. Why, if only the master would have properly disciplined her with the body control app…”

“So, you’re just pissed you didn’t get any body control,.”

“Most certainly not, Gina.”

“Hm, but Marcie, you really think we might actually get a brutal elimination in this show?”

“I believe so yes.”

“Muahahahahahaha!”

“Oh, dear. Can you please not be that excited about the prospect of mental and physical alteration?”

“Nah, now I’m looking forward to streamer bitch getting turned into a laptop or whatever.”

“Right. Worst girl.”

“Beckie?”

“Beckie. You know I despise incompetence.”

“Alright, then. We done, Marcie?”

“Yes, Gina.”

“Finally. Phew. Milking you is hard work you know. Looks like you lost half a cup size. Maybe? We definitely have to do this a couple of times more. Hehehe…”

“Haa….”

“Anyways, all that’s left is sending a bottle to Shar and Arabella and whoever else wants to buy some Marcie Milk.”

“MY MILK IS NOT FOR SALE!”