KWSN Orbiting Fortress

[Dagger]

He saw and heard everyone laughing at him, so he went to say something about that. When all he heard were grunts and howls, the look of puzzlement across his new face caused an even bigger fit of laughter. Half the people were laughing so hard that had tears running down their cheeks while rolling on the floor. One poor lady pissed herself she was laughing so hard. That's when Dags pointed and laughed, "Who Who Who he he he".

[Michelle]

Michelle discreetly made Lady Randy aware of poor Tiffany's accident. Then she enticed Dags back into the Decombobulation chamber by waving her coconuts at him. She tossed them into the chamber and was relieved when Dags followed. Whew!

Hm.

Beep! Rattle! Splutter! Boing! Bzzzt! Ping!









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[klaatuborada]

Where's that cuddly teddy when you need it?
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[jbyram2]

Jammy sits in a nearby tree, with the remote control for the fiendish Human Decombobulator in his sweaty fist. "Once they THINK they have it all figured out" he chuckles to himself, I'll start the REAL fun" Like this..And he pushes the first button..
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[alpha_fruit]

just about time Daggs got back in the Human Decombobulator to try and fix hisself, an awful noise startled him with such a jolt, he wet his pants which in turn shorted out that darn machine. Now what do I do? I can't live looking like this and Jamster is no where to be found, my skirt is melting and my boobs are sagging..........help............help.........as his voice fades from his hearing, is anybody out there, HELP, HELP. Jamster is laughing his sorry ______________________.(fill in the blanks).
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[Michelle]

BWAHAHAHAHA!!!

Garuzzle! Wangdizzle! Feppen! Blip!

BZZZT!!



Did somebody say teddy?

BWAHAHAHAHA!!!



Dags emerged from the Decombobulation chamber totally unaware of what form his new incarnation had taken. Lady K. fainted. She had called for a teddy but not like this! She had been picturing a pretty, not too sexy, little lacy number that she had seen in the lingerie store.


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Jammy's Brain Donor.



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[Dagger]

Dag's looked at himself and thought.. "Oh gawd!"

[Michelle]

Poor Dags. Oh, what have I done! Why can't I get this blasted stupid machine to work!

BWAHAHAHAHAHA....

What the heck! Bloody Jammy!

Get down from that tree this instant and hand over the remote, Jammy!

Alpha comes to the rescue with a nice big dog poo. She tosses it and knocks the remote right out of Jammy's hand.

Thanks Alpha. Let's try again, Dags.

BZZZT!!




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Jammy's Brain Donor.



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[alpha_fruit]

As Daggs transforms from that wimpy, scantly dressed whatever, he is now mesmarized at what he has become. This will do just fine and man will the girls swoon now. Jammy you are no friend of mine, you didn't help me when I needed you, so go sit in that tree again, the door is locked.

As jams pouts, his mind is on his next project!!!! Wonder what it will be.
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[jbyram2]

Jammy thinks carefully, his mind still slightly abuzz from the redi-wip.
He does notice that there are still not enough lady knights, and ponders what sort of home surgery device might be able to fix that problem...He realizes the obvious solution, and shudders. That is too much, even for the maker of the LipoLady2000 (or "suck and tuck" as it is also known) and the Craniotomatic Home brain surgery kit. Then again, he realizes that some people will do anything they are told, and don't really need all the money they have anyway. What is needed is a catchy name though.
"Lop and drop"? too graphic. "pickel slicer"? No, the Genome Giant already had that adventure. Wait.. "The Genderizer" That will do nicely. And in case there are too many lady knights, the "Discomboobulator"? ....Jammy realizes the size of the market he is tapping, and reaches for his desk phone, laughing greedily...

Unfortunately for him, he forgot that he was still in a tree, and his desk phone was nowhere nearby. The reach makes him loose his balance, and he falls from his perch, knocking himself unconcious when he lands..
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[alpha_fruit]

Slowly shaking head, Jamster wonders where he is, the minons grabbed the remote control and scamper away leaving that crazy man laying where they found him.

Lumbering upon this scene, that mad bear gave a loud roar just as Jamster decided he need to get up and run into the woods to hide, as he did so...
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[Michelle]

...he pondered that old question, "Does a bear s__t in the woods?" Jammy pulled out his notebook as he ducked and weaved through the trees with the red-eyed mechanical bear lumbering slowly behind him. He knew the bear would have to take a pit-stop eventually so that gave him the incentive to keep going, taking notes as he did so.

There was only one problem with this. He seemed to have forgotten that the bear was of the mechanical variety therefore highly unlikely to be in need of a pit-stop. Unfortunately, the universal Jamco remote control that was used to control the Human Decombobulator would have also been handy at this time but it was sitting on the ground under the tree.

Oh crap! He suddenly realised that he was in a rather sticky situation.
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[jbyram2]

The Minions have the remote control!! and are using it to control the bear, and drive Jammy further and further into the woods, where their fiendisly clever trap awaits...
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[alpha_fruit]

as the minons watch with baited breath, Rocky Minon was putting the final touches on his latest scheme. No one was ready for what happened next.........
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[Michelle]

Jammy ran around in circles, hoping to confuse and befuddle the bear while his mind worked overtime trying to work out how the heck to get of this mess. He became dizzy and lost all sense of direction, when...BOINK! He ran slap-bang into Sir Hamster, who had just arrived on the scene after he had heard all the commotion going on while he was lurking around the girls room.
A large group of looneys had congregated around the Decombobulator to witness Daggy's various transformations, and now Jammy had led the bear right to them.
Rocky's evil laugh resounded through the boys room as he hit the button on the remote control.


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Jammy's Brain Donor.



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[jbyram2]

All the loonys felt a sudden lurch, as if the world had shifted, and they were suddenly standing somewhere else. Alpha_fruit was the first to notice. She felt a strangly powerfull rumbling "down below" and not wanting to offend, tried to break wind in a ladylike fashion so that no one would notice.

*BRRRAAAAAPP**

Several trees were knocked over, and the grass and shrubs immediately turned yellow and wilted. She tried to waft away the odor with the hem of her flowered dress, but found that she was wearing Sir Farts flameproof pants instead.

As she looked up, she saw that the other loonies were suddenly wearing each others clothes..but what happened to Michelle? how did she get so tall...and where did Dagger get such big boobs?
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[RandyOtters]

peek, peek

I just want to know how they got a photo of my favorite corsette????
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And the forest was dark and the water was deep and the otters were well hidden in their secret task.....

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[Michelle]

Yay!!
A painless non-surgical reduction. Sorry, Dags.


p.s. Jammy, you could have left a bit instead of giving it all to Dags.
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[Atomic Booty]

http://www.femalefactory.com.au/FFRG/convicts.htm#Flash

A SINGULAR ACT OF FEMALE REBELLION IN VAN DIEMEN'S LAND
The Rev. Robert Crooke records in his diary an occasion in 1844, when the Rev. Mr Bedford, Chaplain of the Female Factory at Cascades near Hobart Town, conducted Governor Franklin and Lady Jane Franklin around the institution. The Governor, a humane and popular man, addressed the gathering of between 300 and 400 women and was accorded a good hearing, as was Lady Franklin. But when Mr Bedford, whose hypocrisy had earned him the ridicule and contempt of his female flock, and especially that of a group of hardened offenders known to Hobart Town as `The Flash Mob,' began to address the women from the dais, "on a sudden the three hundred women turned right round and at one impulse pulled up their clothes shewing their naked posteriors which they simultaneously smacked with their hands making a loud and not very musical noise. This was the work of a moment, and although constables, warders etc. were there in plenty, yet 300 women could not well all be arrested and tried for such an offence and when all did the same act the ringleaders could not be picked out. The feeling of the Governor and her Ladyship may well be conceived..." — although it was said that her Ladyship managed to restrain her mirth until she was safely homeward bound in the viceregal carriage


Colonial Times on 10 March 1840 (p5 c3).
Female Factory - The Flash Mob!

On more than one occasion, as our readers may recollect, have we directed the attention of the proper authorities, to the laxity of discipline, which is practised at the Female House of Correction, near this town [Hobart]. Did nothing further result from this heedlessness, than a winking at certain harmless pastimes, indulged in by the inmates, we should not again bring forward the subject, thus prominently; but information has reached us of so flagrant and revolting a character, that we cannot, under any consideration, remain silent.

We have appended to the title of this article, the term "Flash Mob;" that this term is technical, is sufficiently obvious; but few of our readers,—few, indeed, of any who possess the ordinary attributes of human nature, can even conjecture the frightful abominations, which are practised by the women, who compose this mob. Of course, we cannot pollute our columns with the disgusting details, which have been conveyed to us; but we may, with propriety, call the notice of the proper Functionaries to a system of vice, immorality, and iniquity, which has tended, mainly, to render the majority of female assigned servants, the annoying and untractable animals, that they are.

The Flash Mob at the Factory consists, as it would seem, of a certain number of women, who, by a simple process of initiation, are admitted into a series of unhallowed mysteries, similar, in many respects, to those which are described by Göethe, in his unrivalled Drama of Faust, as occurring, on particular occasions, amongst the supposed supernatural inhabitants of the Hartz Mountains. Like those abominable Saturnalia, they are performed in the dark and silent hour of night, but, unlike those, they are performed in solitude and secrecy, amongst only the duly initiated. With the fiendish fondness for sin, every effort, both in the Factory, and out of it, is made by these wretches, to acquire proselytes to their infamous practices; and, it has come to our knowledge, within these few days, that a simple-minded girl, who had been in one and the same service, since she left the ship,—a period of nearly six months,—very narrowly escaped seduction (we can use no stronger term) by a well known, and most accomplished member of this unholy sisterhood. This practice constitutes one of the rules of the "order;" and we need not waste many words to show how perniciously it must act upon the "new hands," exposed to its influence. Another rule is, that, should any member be assigned, she must return to the Factory, so soon as she has obtained (we need not say by what means) a sufficient sum of money to enable herself and her companion to procure such indulgences, as the Factory can supply,—or, rather, as can be supplied by certain individuals, connected with the Factory. This sufficiently accounts for the contempt, which the majority of female prisoners entertain for the Factory, while it shows, also, why the solitary cell is considered the worst punishment.

Presuming that neither the Superintendent of the Female House of Correction, nor the Matron, can be cognizant of these things, we have thus publicly directed their attention to them; while we cannot but remark, that their want of knowledge can only originate in direct and palpable negligence. In more than one sense, is this place deserving of the title of the "Valley of the Shadow of Death;" and, in reflecting upon what we can vouch to be true, we do not know, whether horror or indignation prevails most in our mind. Good God! When we consider that these wretches in human form, are scattered through the Colony, and admitted into the house of respectable families, coming into hourly association with their sons and daughters, we shudder at the consequences, and cannot forbear asking the question: "Are there no means of preventing all this?" Is the Superintendent of the Female House of Correction (!) afraid of these harpies? Or is he too indolent and too good-natured to trouble himself about the matter? We cannot think that either is the case; for we believe Mr. Hutchinson to be a righteous man, and not likely to tolerate such rank abomination. If he be ignorant of the practices to which we have referred, we will willingly afford him all the information, that we possess. In concluding this painful subject, we may observe, that a favorite resort of this Flash Mob, when any of its members are out of the Factory, is the Canteen of a Sunday afternoon, and the Military Barracks of a Sunday night, where comfortable quarters may be procured until the morning! The whole system of Female Prison Discipline is bad and rotten at the very core, tending only to vice, immorality, and the most disgusting licentiousness.

[Dagger]

Looks at his new pair of manboobies and sighs.. knowing of all the fun he'll have in trying to find a 36 B cup.