Update

Ok so I got lazy about saving my posts so I’m gonna try to start that up again. They are fighting for net neutrality but it’s nice to have a backup. I reblogged a jock story recently that deleted itself and I didnt save so theres my wake up call (unless I’m crazy and imagining that post).

Second I want your guys opinion: should i mark my blog explicit? It is I’ll admit but I’m torn. I’m worried about getting in trouble for not marking it explicit when it is. But I’m worried with nst neutrality that marking it explicit will make it easier for tumblr to find and delete once we lose all our internet freedom. Also making it explicit means users who aren’t logged in will be blocked by safe mode and I don’t know how many people without accounts read me (if any). So which will put me in the least trouble?

Next I am in need of funds for college so most of my writing is going towards an infinite number of scholarship essays so I’m sorry if stories are slow or non existent. I will try to get through at least one request or series or original story of my own per week if possible but I’m sorry if your request isn’t done for a long while after you leave it. Thanks for dealing with me. I still can’t believe I ever had/still have followers.

orrinotica:

What’s wrong?

“I feel weak… am I getting shorter?”

How tall are you?

“I’m uhh…. wait… Why did you call me a dumb stoner a second ago? I’m nothing like one.”

What are you talking about Jack? You’re telling me you’re really not a stoner?

“I’m not Jack, I’m—,” 

You’re who?

“—Jack?”

Jack you’re so high right now. You’re the laziest, most stupid stoner I’ve seen roaming the streets in a long time. We’ve all seen your type… When waking up all you do each morning is lay in bed and touch yourself, and take hits from your many bongs. 

“No– I don’t… do that… I’m..”

Jack, you always do that. It’s all you think about doing. Even right now you’re hard and aching to touch yourself, aren’t you?

“I- uhh.”

Try to think about real life shit… you can’t, can you? Your dick keeps interrupting. Oh, and how do you even spell the word ‘rite?’ Is it ‘righte?’ Fuck you can’t even remember. Just think about your stoner dick man. 

Hey I like that tattoo by the way, I like how it’s filled in green. 

“Fuck dude im so horny ur rite.”

Well, get strokin’ man don’t wait for me! You love playing with that dumb stoner dick all the time. Stroke that thin 7-incher… up and down, up and down, you love pot and you love strokin’ all day long.

“Uhnnnn dude. up—- up and down, up and down.”

Up and down. Don’t bother cleaning up your spunk. Your room is a mess anyway. 

Request for anonymous

It was rough growing up country, interested in country culture, but being in a family that didn’t share those views. Your family was just the average American one, living in a suburb rather than a wide open rural community. Your father a local banker and your mother a teacher. Both were very forward thinking, somewhat liberal, college educated folks and they by no means wanted to be seen as redneck just because of their geographical location. You on the other hand did what you could like wearing camo and dressing like a cowboy but you still felt you missed out on a lot, like fishing, hunting, using a gun, mudding, and using a makeshift pool in the back of a pickup truck. For gods sake your local school district even closed for the first week of hunting season because so many kids wouldn’t have been there if it was open.

You were fed up with trying to convince them and looked up some more unconventional means. You eventually stumbled across a cheaply made website that looked like it belonged in the late 90s internet, it claimed to be run by a cult that worshiped an ancient god who had the power to change reality and that in order to continue to use his powers they had to use it on a certain number of other people per year. The website collected random people’s requests for them to use and you only hesitated a little due to your Christian upbringing but decided that it’s ok since nothing said you had to join the cult so you filled in your request and hit send.

The next day while you were outside fixing your car, it happened. You felt a wave of dizziness come over you as you got a sudden headache. You started forgetting your book learning very rapidly, your brain was on fire, destroying old connections and forming new ones while it physically shrunk in size and your intelligence dropped. You gained knowledge of how to handle different types of guns, how to set traps, how to track deer and bears, various hunting techniques. You also suddenly remember how to fish, and the different equipment involved.

The burning shifted and started to effect your memories. Instead of growing up in the suburbs with educated parents you suddenly remembered growing up on a farm, miles away from your nearest neighbor. It took half an hour to get into town to go to school each day or shop. Your pa ran the animal part of the farm while your ma handled the crops.

The burning sensation moved from your head down to your chest as it pumped up with muscle. Your pecs squaring out while your stomach carved itself into a nice 6 pack. Your arms began to burn as your shoulders broadened and your bicepts began to grow. Your hands got bigger and stronger as clauses formed on the skin. Your upper body gaining the lean muscle that comes from daily labor on the farm, doing the heavy lifting menial tasks that your parents didn’t want to do. You haven’t spent a day of your life in the gym, this all comes from your lifestyle. Your legs started to firm up with muscle and hair as the knees snapped and stretched causing your to grow taller as your spine also elongated until you were about 6’3. Your feet grew put and stretched to size 14 causing a pressure to build up in your shoes until they ripped to shreds. Once your feet were done growing the tattered remains of your shoes reformed around your feet as nice big clunky country boy boots. Your camp pants adjusted to fit your new height. And finally your skin deepened to a nice southern tan from being outside all the time.

Your surroundings had changed too, you were on the farm now and as you looked around, the burning sensation fading away, you saw a large man in boots and a pair of overalls, mixed muscle and fat, walking over to you and you instantly recognized your pa.
“Well boy you ready to go huntin’?” He asked in a thick country accent.
“Hell yeah I am Pa!” You shouted suddenly having a thick accent too. You got in his truck noticing some guns he had in the back as you drove out to the woods to go hunting with your pa. Your memories altered so you don’t even know, but your finally living the life you’ve always wanted

I’m kinda a country boy lived in the country, working on tractors and cleaning cow and manure in my high school at class, wear mostly camo and country clothes and listen to mostly country music. But I’m 18 and still upset that my parents didn’t raised me to go hunting or fishing, going mudding, nor learn to use a gun like the other ones who grew up country. They even hate that I wear mostly country clothes. Could you turn me into a true redneck with equally redneck parents with a farm please

Sorry this took so long to get to but yes I can do that. It should be posted by tomorrow

orrinotica:

What started as a simple grocery delivery at some lady’s house ended with me locked inside one of her bedrooms! I don’t remember how but I think she came up from behind and injected me with something. 

I’m still a bit dizzy but I’m finally able to think clearly. 

“How’s my grocery boy?” An old lady entered. She wore typical grandma clothes… So soft-spoken also.

I was not having this, at all! “You crazy bitch, let me go!” I found the more moved toward her, the more resistance I felt. She held her hand up at me and I stopped dead in my tracks, frozen. 

All she did was wear a smirk as she sat on the edge of the bed and opened up a black case containing a candle and various nature-looking items. I asked her to explain what she was doing but she only smiled more. 

“Take your clothes off, all of them.” Her words pierced my conscious mind and I could only comply.

Having my very average dick on display for some old lady to see was not enjoyable, not to mention I still had no idea of her intentions, nor could I move.

She began to chant while she lit candles… I felt a chill down my spine and a tingling form in my crotch. I saw many new hairs begin to erupt around my existing bush. “What are you doing?”

“Didn’t anyone ever teach you patience?” I was speechless.

“What I’m doing is giving you a little more motivation.”

I had no clue what to say or think. My balls were moving around and my dick was getting hard almost spontaneously. She kept chanting and chanting… until eventually she stopped after a heavy breath…

“Don’t you ever find yourself horny? A dick as big as yours…” Her words had me looking downward to an expanding boner. I could only look back up, speechless.

“A big dick like that always gets hard for the girls. Am I right?”

What was this crazy lady saying? I am in complete control over my dick, and no thoughts about girls, boobs, or pussy will change that… but wow I am horny… why does she have to mention all this stuff… now it’s making me hard. 

“I bet you have trouble fitting into that designer underwear…” 

“And goodness a guy like you should really start trimming down there…” 

The ants that felt like they were crawling in my crotch became insanely annoying. 

“…But I can see why you let it grow out, you love showing it off.” 

I couldn’t think… this lady was messing with my mind! “Let– me- GO!” 

“You’re such a big, hung white boy… always thinking with that dick of yours.”

I could feel pressure building… I’m not gunna cum… but…

“Hmm, always cumming enormous loads, all the time, I’m sure…”

The moment she said it I couldn’t help but bust my load all over the clean wood floor in front of me. It just felt so good to bust… so good…



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Bit of a nerd – wondering if you could make me a dumb surfer bro?

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I don’t usually do transformations, I like something with a bit more of a plot; but I’ll give it a shot…

Story Request – Nerd to Surfer

As you headed to the beach, your greasy hair getting beaten by the sea winds, you noticed a long board sitting straight up out of the sand, no one around in sight. As you got closer to it you feel a calling. Moving closer you feel you need to touch it.

Reaching out towards the board, your puny arm shaking, you let your fingers graze it gently when the board begins to glow. As you try to pull your fingers away you notice they are stuck and your palm gets pulled right onto the surface of the board. 

The glow begins to travel from the board up your hand as it travels up your arm. It feels strange, yet unusually erotic at the same time as you let a moan escape your mouth. Your forearm begins to thicken followed by your bicep as it begins to expand and bulge with muscle. 

The light traveling to your upper body and down to your lower as the light begins to fill your very core. Your pecs erupting outward from your flat chest as hair sprouts across the thick pillows of flesh. Your abdominal area begins to become sculpted as an adonis belt forms leading down to your covered lower body.

The light traveling through your other arm. Your bicep expanding in size to match the already sculpted left arm. A tattoo burning into your skin as the light pushes its way to your forearm as well.

While all this is going on, your face is being remolded as your nose becomes a bit more crooked from all the injuries you’ve taken in your Surfing carreer. Your cheeks and chin become a perfect jaw as stubble begins to form and the hair grows and grows, filling out to a rugged beard across your face. Your greasy hair becomes slick wet, and starts to shorten into one more managable for your new love of the waves. 

Your thighs and calves thickening slowly as your cock inches its way down your wetsuit, giving you a nice bulge that will make all your nerd buddies jealous. 

Nerd buddies, what nerd buddies. Your a surfer bro now… The changes come to a halt, as you pull the board up under your hairy pit, spotting your buddies across the beach you make your way towards them. It’s time to surf…

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orrinotica:

My father told me I’d come into the gifts of my Native American heritage on my 21st birthday… No idea what he meant by that… haven’t seen him in years ever since he got caught cheating on Mom and we kicked the asshole out. Why am I even thinking about this right now? It’s my birthday and I’m camping with my friends…

I’m so happy to have my fag hags— I mean girlfriends— I mean, wait. I– these shorts are so dang tight!

What was I thinking about? Woah, oh yea these shorts are tight, it’s… my dick… ugh… why am I getting hard? Shit I need to go hide!

I’m here behind this rock, I don’t think they realize I’m gone… it’s so hot… I have to take off these clothes, I just have to. What the fuck is going on with my dick— oh my god it’s— owww!

ohmygod ohmygod FUCK, it’s growing…

When’s this going to stop? It’s still pulling out! Fuck! Feels so good!

Fuck I— I need to fuck something! Ugh, my hand? Feel’s soo… good…

I need more…

Ugh this dick’s so big. I gotta find… babes back at camp… now put this dick away… big dick… so big… my big dick… fuck I need to put it away!

Just I can’t… stop… shit the pre won’t stop… 

Fuck I don’t know what I’m doing here, they can see my hard cock I don’t give a shit. I wonder which one will drop to her knees first.