Marinating in his own little corner of the internet Uncle Stuffin’ seems to have it all: a great hacker alias, stable uncapped broadband access, and a minimally successful revenge porn website: abitchaday.com.
As he is gleefully combing the dark web one evening to source new videos to post he receives a mysterious DM despite the fact that he has all communications disabled. Before long there is a knock at his door even though his IP and home addresses were encrypted and protected online. After failing to answer the knock his basement begins to shake, and soon his house is lifted aloft, its entirety being pulled into a flying saucer. Apparently his online antics have captured the attention of extraterrestrials, who conscript him into developing a sister website for their alien species. Always having a bit of an adventurous side and a touch of furry kink to him Uncle Stuffin’ is excited at the prospect of pioneering a new subgenre of his craft.
But when the spacecraft touches down on its home planet his glee turns to dread- every member of this alien race has a member- there’s not an inverted mucous membrane or mammary swell to be found. Will Uncle Stuffin’ be able to produce content at the same prolific rate when he is inundated with looking at alien phallus after alien phallus? Does searching though racy videos of creatures with a similar anatomy to his throw his picker off? Is this just some sort of intergalactic comeuppance for his years of exploitation? Who cares when this many alien snausages light up the big screen this Independence Day!