The more that I consider this, the more I realize I should proceed with caution. Even though I am the sheriff of this town, the power plant is federal government property and I have no real jurisdiction there. More importantly, if there actually is a doorway to the other side there, it is bound to be heavily guarded.
A lesser sheriff might use this as an excuse to turn around, to pretend that none of this ever happened and that Weno is just a crazy old lady in a shack in the woods. Fortunately, I am not one of those sheriffs. The fact is, I made a promise that I would find Porp and bring him back, and that’s exactly what I intend to do.
I pull over on the side of the road and get out of my cruiser. Between the power plant and me there is a rather larger forest, and instead of driving right up to the front gate I realize now that I might be better served by sneaking through the woods and trying my best to remain undetected.
With my gun at the ready, I head out into the thick trees, my eyes darting around for any sign of federal patrolmen who might be guarding the area.
Eventually, I arrive at a large, chain-link fence. Beyond it I can see the massive gray towers of the power plant and below that are several armed guards patrolling the front door, just as I suspected. Crouching behind a thick Douglas fir, I watch with rapt attention, making a mental note of their walking patterns.
It’s going to be difficult, but if I time my movements just right I might be able to scale the fence and then make a break for the door. Hopefully, I’m not spotted and gunned down on the way.
My heart pounding hard within my chest, I wait until just the right instant and then sprint over to the fence, climbing it quickly and then dropping down to the other side with as little noise as possible. Once over, it’s a straight shot to the power plant doorway, and somehow I manage to make it there undetected.
I slip inside.
The power plant immediately strikes me as unusually sterile and scientific, like some kind of medical lab rather than an industrial utility building. Moving onward into the depths of the structure, it immediately becomes apparent that this place holds many more secrets than I could’ve ever prepared for.
At the end of the main hallway, a flickering light beckons me.
I continue and find myself at the door to a rather large laboratory. I push it open and gasp aloud.
There before me is what I can only imagine is the otherworldly gate that I’ve been looking for. It is absolutely enormous, organic in nature and growing up the walls of the room in an eerily menacing fashion. The gate itself resembles an giant, open butt.
With nowhere else to go, I proceed with my mission, approaching the giant living butt and then climbing inside.
Immediately, the air around me transforms into a thick mist, warm and inviting but also strange against my bare skin. I find myself exciting out through the other side of the butt and into the laboratory again, only this time it is even more strange and overgrown with bizarre organic tendrils.
As I make my way up out of the lab, I discover that everything about this plane of existence is like a mirror image of the last, only distorted and backwards. It’s not until I see the guards, however, that I realize how utterly bizarre this new universe truly is.
Upon sneaking out through the power plant door, I spot the same patrolling men in uniform, only this time they are not men at all. Instead, the guards have been transformed into handsome floating butts, their intoxicatingly muscular rumps just begging for my attention. I have to remind myself that now is not the time, and instead I make a sharp turn towards the fence.
I manage to make it back out into the forest undetected, probably due to the fact that none of the floating anal guards have eyes or ears to sense me with.
After putting some distance between the power plant and me, I begin to call out for Porp, my voice echoing among the otherworldly vegetation. The trees are unusual in a way that I can’t quite but my finger on at first, but eventually I realize that it’s because their trunks are actually the shafts of massive cocks, shooting up towards the sky above. Where there had once been branches crisscrossing over me, there are now the bulbous heads of these erect shafts.
“Porp! It’s Sheriff Bopper!” I cry in frustration. “Are you out there?”
Suddenly, I hear someone clearing their throat loudly, then calling back with a disappointed tone. “Yeah, it’s me.”
I glance over to see Porp make his way out from behind one of the wiener trees. He looks happy and healthy, the only sign of distress being his expression of frustration at my arrival.
“What are you doing here?” I question. “Your wife has been looking all over for you.”
Porp lets out a long sigh. “I know. I hate that she’s worried but… I can’t leave.”
“Why not?” I question.
Porp scoffs. “Have you seen this place? It’s amazing! I never imagined their could be another layer of the Tingleverse with this many giant cocks!”
“The Tingleverse?” I question.
Porp nods. “The Tingleverse is a series of parallel universes in an infinite
