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thefattestwizard:

I reckon’ y’all might wanna hear my story before  go’n change ya, but there ain’t much to tell. See, I grew up around these here swamps, but I wasn’ very content with livin’ here for the rest of mah days. So I up’n became a cityslicker first chance I got. But the econ’my don’ treat dumb hicks like me very nice, so I came back home to them swamps before a year’s end.
Mah pa said he ain’ got no time for no cityslicker wanna-bes, though, and said that if I was gon’ live with him it’d be by his rules. So when he demanded I wear some old clothin’ that belonged to one o’ his redneck friends, ‘course I had to oblige. But he was a big feller, ‘n short too, so the clothing fit like shit. ‘Course that didn’t last long, my gut grew out, arms got real nice n thick, and my face got older and grew a nice thick fu-man-chu, just like one o’ mah pa’s redneck pals. Only problem was I was short, a good half foot shorter than all his friends.
'Course, that's all I am now. Mah father introduced me as Cletus, a new fellah that worked in the shop with him. Was a lil' strange hangin' out with fellas twice your age, 'specially when they were everything you used to despise. But before I knew it, I fell right in line, drinkin' a case o' beer with 'em every night, shootin' the shit with'em, complainin' bout the government, buyin' my own gun, and even my own ol' pick-up truck and a few trashy tattoos when I had enough money from doin' dumb work with him in the shop. I was too stupid for the more complicated tasks, but I did mah best.
Things just seemed to fall inter place after a while, n Ah felt content. I didn’t even need them clothes any more to be a big fat redneck, but I kept ‘em anyways, just cuz I liked their scent. O’ course, I thank mah pa from time to time for what he’s done t’me. Although I jerk off and suck off all his friends (they love my mustache ‘n thick furry palms), mah big ol’ furry ass is his exclusively. Ah love when he plugs me up with that big cock o’ his, callin’ me his big fat redneck bitch, just his dumb ol’ slut. I met the missus one time ‘n she didn’t even recognize her own son, so I reckon he’s right. Ah ain’ nothing but his ol’, big dumb redneck pig, and Ah couldn’t be happier.

thefattestwizard:

I reckon’ y’all might wanna hear my story before  go’n change ya, but there ain’t much to tell. See, I grew up around these here swamps, but I wasn’ very content with livin’ here for the rest of mah days. So I up’n became a cityslicker first chance I got. But the econ’my don’ treat dumb hicks like me very nice, so I came back home to them swamps before a year’s end.

Mah pa said he ain’ got no time for no cityslicker wanna-bes, though, and said that if I was gon’ live with him it’d be by his rules. So when he demanded I wear some old clothin’ that belonged to one o’ his redneck friends, ‘course I had to oblige. But he was a big feller, ‘n short too, so the clothing fit like shit. ‘Course that didn’t last long, my gut grew out, arms got real nice n thick, and my face got older and grew a nice thick fu-man-chu, just like one o’ mah pa’s redneck pals. Only problem was I was short, a good half foot shorter than all his friends.

'Course, that's all I am now. Mah father introduced me as Cletus, a new fellah that worked in the shop with him. Was a lil' strange hangin' out with fellas twice your age, 'specially when they were everything you used to despise. But before I knew it, I fell right in line, drinkin' a case o' beer with 'em every night, shootin' the shit with'em, complainin' bout the government, buyin' my own gun, and even my own ol' pick-up truck and a few trashy tattoos when I had enough money from doin' dumb work with him in the shop. I was too stupid for the more complicated tasks, but I did mah best.

Things just seemed to fall inter place after a while, n Ah felt content. I didn’t even need them clothes any more to be a big fat redneck, but I kept ‘em anyways, just cuz I liked their scent. O’ course, I thank mah pa from time to time for what he’s done t’me. Although I jerk off and suck off all his friends (they love my mustache ‘n thick furry palms), mah big ol’ furry ass is his exclusively. Ah love when he plugs me up with that big cock o’ his, callin’ me his big fat redneck bitch, just his dumb ol’ slut. I met the missus one time ‘n she didn’t even recognize her own son, so I reckon he’s right. Ah ain’ nothing but his ol’, big dumb redneck pig, and Ah couldn’t be happier.

thefattestwizard:

Okay, maybe I shoulda been nicer to that redneck at the gas station, but he was eyein’ me on the urinal, and he just looked all grimy and gross…. So I bitched him out, callin him a dirty faggot and threatenin’ to press chargers for sexual assault.

But when I went back out to my car, I found a red hat sittin’ on the dash, kinda like the one he was wearing. For some reason, I had the strange urge to put it on….

I used to be some big, corporate hotshot, with a wife and kids, a nice car, and the works. Nice clean haircut, full head o’ hair, clean face, slim athletic body. Now I’m this big dumbass redneck slut, no more than a lazy ass drunk. Even if I wanted to get up and be active, I tire from just waddlin’ to the toilet, and am much more content rubbin’ my big ol belly. I’ve even come to like my bushy, greying beard and shaved head - sometimes food and tobacco spit gets stuck in it, but Jerry tells me I look like a hot pig, and that just gets my tiny cock so damn hard. That’s all I seem to be able to think about, these days. My cock, my hole, and my redneck pal Jerry.

I spend all day now waitin for Jerry to come home from workin the garbage truck, smellin all grimey and dirty. The smell alone is enough to make me fall to my knees, and when he starts fingerin’ mah hole, I lose all sense of who I am - nothin’ more than a big ol’ pigslut for my redneck pal. All I can think about is fillin’ my hole, he even lets me use his filthy dildo while he’s out at work, keeping me a happy, drunk pig, jerkin’ off on the couch all day. Nothin can replace the feelin’ of a nice cock, though - especially his.

But Jerry said I had to learn my lesson, which is why I’m here in the bathroom tellin’ you mah story, and pervin out on anyone that’ll pay me a visit. So what do you say, fella? How’s about you come give me a fill?

dirticus-prime:

Which side did you want to see?

Both look really nice :D

Reblog if it’s okay to befriend you, ask questions, ask for advice, rant, vent, let something off your chest, or just have a nice chat.

aethanbear:

Why not?

I am likewise okay with this :D