It was only the third floor of stairs, but Dewey was feeling a bit winded. Naturally he blamed everything but the possibility that he was out of shape. After all, he was currently wandering in a strange carnival attraction of endless stairs with endless options for doors. He had just been eating ice-cream before now, and three weeks ago, he thinks he shared a cigarette while drinking some beer. There were lots of reasons to be a little tired climbing these stairs.
To catch his breath, he decided to look at doors nine to twelve a little more slowly.
Door number nine was the most foreign title he’d seen so far. ‘Moshi-Moshi Tenkōsei!’ was clearly from Japan by both the Japanese-language characters on the poster, and the apparent theme. There was a generic Japanese boy, looking petite with a blushed face, absolutely surrounded by school girls and hot ladies on the beach. Their bodies were basking without shame in schoolgirl uniforms out of high school, busty and wanting the main character by the look of their licking lips. However, he noticed a switch on the side of this poster, flipping it revealing that the girls become mutant versions of themselves, bigger, sexier and just a bit weirder. Extra-arms were grown, goo-girls were popped into reality, clones were made, natural futanari of course had to be in this Japanese media. Dewey wasn’t the biggest Japanophile, but he could enjoy a story where a guy was in the centre of attention, though he’d like to know why the switch made these girls look suddenly erotically stranger and what that blue glow was in the background.
Looking over to the door on his right, he embraced the tenth door with a raised eyebrow, swearing he’d seen this poster elsewhere. ‘Gain and Growing in Las Vergas’ had some figures riding around in a red convertible, but there was some kind of warped photo-shopped filter. There was a man with sunglasses and a sunhat, a real gonzo, at the wheel, mouth open wide beside a rather slim but busty female partner with her hands over her face, their backseat filled with greasy treats. They were in the desert with all the cacti around, but there was also women chasing behind them. Big women. Huge women to be more accurate, looking a little soft around the stomach but quite beautiful and unbelievably tall. Dewey did enjoy the idea of escaping it all and taking a trip, but what would become of him from such escapism? Would be able to come back after diving in the deep end with all these Big Beautiful Women?
Wanting a break he jumped to the other side of the gaudy hall, and peered into the poster behind him at door number eleven. There were four pictures stacked upon each other like panels, each one having a table with three people on each side, one side three women and the other, three men. There was a weird egg-looking contraption in the middle that gave off some Lovecraftian-vibe which made him shiver. They were different looking in each panel picture though. The first one was the most ‘normal’, with a housewife, nerd and tomboy on one side and a suitboy, hipster and geek on the other side. But then the next one had all the girls made up in bikinis with the guys looking buffer and more aggressive with leashes for the women.Then below that, the women were ahead, dressed in their own suits with buff bods while the men were in little speedos kneeling on the ground.Finally the last one was a bit crazy, the men in dresses looking pregnant with large breasts, the women with short hair in bikinis but with large bulges and rounder behinds. It was called ‘Clash of the Sexes!’ and though Dewey was intrigued, he also was a bit concerned that he might end up on the losing ends in this struggle!
The final door for this floor, number 12, was similar to the first as it was inspired by the land of the rising sun. ‘Earth Defense Kaiju Force: Fuck All Monsters’ had the passing resemblance of a classic Japanese Kaiju from the fifties and sixties, with a giant reptilian monster and a Japanese pagoda in the background. There was a key difference though, some giant babe was bent over, a busty wide-eyed Japanese woman crying out Japanese characters of pleasure. There were other lewd acts between smiling giant monsters and other giant humans, but it appeared to be a combo of two very Japanese things in one! Dewey was a big fan of giant monster films, never missing one, but the twist this one had made even him hesitant to see exactly what kind of destruction was going on here.
His eyes peered to the right, unsure if he was seeing things right. After shaking and slapping his face, he nodded with a raised eyebrow. There indeed was another set of stairs heading upwards to a new floor. How many ideas could this F.I.L.L.E.R. Center come up with? Could it not slow down? Would the concept machine never stop?
He shook his head, realizing now was the time to choose, but would he see the stories here or continue to head upwards?
Where does he go?
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