Some of you probably know that the Fluffernutter is a sandwich made with a generous amount of peanut butter and Marshmallow Fluff.

Way back in the day, Francesca had just turned 18 when something happened that would change her life forever. Although puberty had set it at an earlier age, one TV commercial awoke her desire for playing in big messes - a desire that would shape her sex drive from that day forward.

She sat in her parents' livingroom, and the first Fluffernutter commercial came on the TV. Franny, as they called her back then, daydreamed about what it would be like to be the size of an ant crawling through the sandwich, but it would still be her, only a mini-version. She imagined swimming through a patch of peanut butter, then some marshmallow fluff. The thought excited her a lot, so now that she had her own TV show, she'd make it happen for real.

She couldn't shrink herself, but she could make a monstrously huge fluffer-nutter and play in it.

When the episode began, Francesca couldn't stand next to the pool, she was already sitting in it. This was a dream for her, and she had to concentrate to remember the history and popularity of the Fluffernutter.

Before she had gotten very far, two huge blobs of melted marshmallow and peanut butter plopped onto her from above, giving her a mixed reaction of being startled but also having fun.

By now, she was too excited to do much other than splash the mixture up into her hair and onto her clothing. All she managed to announce was 'Sticky hair - don't care' in place of the information she had rehearsed. The crowd didn't mind, as they were loving seeing her in this sticky predicament.

Francesca raised her hands to show the audience at home just how sticky this stuff was. She had waited a long time to become a fluffernutter.

Suddenly, with no warning, chocolatey peanut butter and marshmallow creme were poured over her, just to make sure she was sticky enough. She didn't mind at all.

Francesca decided this was the time to thank the viewers and the studio audience and end the show, with lots more action to follow. Meanwhile, some of the studio audience ladies jumped in behind her and tried to pull her in, only managing to get her even more messy.

With the broadcast portion of the show over, Francesca knew it was time to go more wild. She did a dive into one of the Fluffernutter pools and felt her clothes slide off. Well, she was messy enough that she hoped nobody would notice. Some of the female audience members stripped their clothes off and dove in as well.

Francesca was exhausted by now, and just lounged in the big pool of thick peanut butter and marshmallow goo. But suddenly, she heard her name called. The studio staff had heard her story about the Fluffernutter and had a surprise waiting? Did they make her a Fluffernutter sandwich? Was there another pool of stuff waiting? For now, she couldn't move.

They put a blindfold on Francesca, walked her across the stage and laid her down in the most sticky pile of peanut butter and marshmallow fluff she had even felt. She sank deeply into it, then suddenly a lot more was poured over her back, and then something pressed it all down. When they finally took off her blindfold she finally realized they had made her dream come true.

After they pulled Francesca from the Fluffernutter, everyone dove back into the huge pool of melted peanut butter and marshmallow fluff. This was the messiest show she had done. . . yet.

Francesca was so tired by now, she just floated on top and relaxed in the pool of Marshmallow goo and peanut butter. She was wishing the people would leave so she could have some real fun.

Finally an announcement was made for everyone to leave, and the messy women showered, got dressed, and all was quiet. Finally Francesca was alone in her personal heaven.

Francesca never looked or felt this happy. Her dream had come true - she had become a Fluffernutter.

Francesca finally made her way to the showers out back. But first, she had set up one more room for herself, filled with more peanut butter and marshmallow fluff, but with the shower on too.

These are the last images of this crazy day in the adventures of Francesca. The following day, the studio was closed, as the environmental services clean-up crew would be coming the day after. That meant the studio would be locked and she'd have 24 more hours of play time. She let herself in the back door, and came out many hours later, looking even more exhausted but happy. Sadly, no more images were obtained.