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Gravity Falls Forever (TG AP Caption) [Fan-Fiction]

Herman Turk was a fan of Gravity Falls, but he was a little more than just an avid fan. Some who knew Herman would go onto say he was obsessed with the show. Of course, despite these comments, Herman still loved the show regardless. It had such a vast universe of weird and unique characters that combined with the mystery of the series just riled up Herman. It was as if someone took Herman’s love of mystery and fantasy and blended into a delicious smoothie just for him to drink.

               As the series came to an end though, Herman found himself not knowing what to do now. Without that show he had nothing to live for. For months, he spent his days watching reruns of the episodes over and over until he could perfectly recite each line from every episode. In the end, it just didn’t do him justice though.

               With his 13th birthday just around the corner, Herman’s parents wanted to find a way to cheer him up. Researching the show a little they found that the show was based off a small town in Oregon. They figured that perhaps this would give him the closure he needed if he could visit the town where the show originated from. They packed their bags and were off in the next two days.

               Herman’s spirits had been risen. He couldn’t keep himself still as they made their way across the country. He was going to the town that Gravity Falls was based off! Now Herman knew that the town wasn’t too like Gravity Falls; he had already researched it a ton. Boring, Oregon was a small quaint town with everything you would expect from the sort; cozy cabins, friendly folks, and all that jazz. Of course, in the back of his head there was one article he came across one late night that told rumors that an exact look-a-like of Stanford’s journal was being passed around the town, although it said the journal at Boring was cursed, and that it shouldn’t be opened if it was found.

               They made it to Boring around five o’clock at night. It was already getting darker out due to it being later in the year, but this didn’t stop Herman from scouting out the town while his parents unpacked the van. He traversed the streets close to the cabin where they were staying to find an elderly couple making their way back home presumably. Herman made his way over to the elders, to see if they knew any information on the possible whereabouts of the journal.

               “Excuse but do you either of you know anything about a strange journal with a hand on the cover?” Herman asked, as politely as he could.

               The elder couple looked at each other and back at Herman twice before they spoke.

               “Young man, are you looking for trouble?” the elder man said.

               “No, I just really wanted to see if the rumors were true,” Herman said, once again trying to contain himself.

               “Whatever you do boy, beware of that cursed journal,” the elder woman spoke. “It could very well be the end of you.”

               The elder couple bid Herman farewell as they walked off down the road out of sight. Herman was frustrated, but he wouldn’t let anyone get to him. He made his way back to the cabin. The sun set, and the moon rose. Tonight, was a full moon, so it was still bright enough outside for Herman to see. His parents had already passed out for the night, the long drive had really done a number on them. Herman was still eager to find the journal though.

               Sneaking out of the cabin Herman made his way out into the night, with only a flashlight by his side he made his way back down the same road he had been down earlier where he met the elderly couple. A cool breeze ran across the forest which brought across the crisp sound of fall leaves dancing in the wind. Herman made his way further down the road until the road broke off into different trails. He had no clue which way he should go. He decided to fallen the direction of the north star so he could find his way back just in case he got lost.

Making his way the middle trail the forest around him grew thicker and thicker. Just when he thought he was about to hit a dead end he came into a little opening where there was a creek. He could see the reflection of the full moon in it which illuminated the area around him. That’s when he saw a glimmer out of the corner of his eye. Herman turned his head to see something shimmering on the ground near the creek. He approached it with caution. He picked it up, and dusted it off. This was it! He had found the journal. The six-fingered hand on the front already gave it away, but Herman knew he would need to check the inside.

He stopped for a moment though as he was about to open. He thought back to the elders’ warning. Should he really open it? Hesitating for a moment he finally brought himself out of his train of thought and clipped open the journal. Suddenly a strong wind picked up causing the creek’s water to ripple. Leaves began to blow around until they became a vortex that encircled Herman. The pages in the journal began to rapidly flip as the book began to light up. Herman began to scream as the wind picked up even faster.

As it became strong and stronger, the wind began to push Herman towards the creek. He tried to hold himself in place, but he was eventually shoved into the creek. The wind then abruptly cut off. Herman was frightened as to what may happen next. A strange feeling came across as his body began to feel almost like jelly as he struggled to stay afloat in the water. He eventually fell down into the water taking a huge gulp of it which caused him to gag.

Regaining posture, Herman began to feel his body stretch out like a rubber band. He grew at least one… no… two feet taller! This was mainly in his legs though, as his torso remained relatively shorter. He could feel his arms stretch as well as they thinned out.  Herman’s face and neck then began to reshape as well. His neck became much thinner as his head bubbled out becoming a smooth oval.

Herman could feel his face contort and expand. His eyes bulged from their sockets they became twice as large becoming as round as a tennis baller. His eyelashes grew out as well giving him two dreamy eyes. Herman’s nose shrunk down by a ton, leaving behind a little stub that sat right in between his two huge eyes. His mouth began to stretch out as well, he could feel his teeth straighten out in his mouth. His lips then went ahead to puff out as well just to make things even more awkward.

Looking down into the water, Herman watched as his hair grew down past his shoulders becoming a smooth shade of auburn, so smooth he couldn’t even see the outline of his hair’s strands. A few freckles then popped onto his cheeks. Looking down into the water now, Herman realized the awful truth. He was turning into Wendy Corduroy, a tom-boyish teenage lumberjack that just so happened to be the main love interest of Dipper Pines.

Herman didn’t know how to react. He had always thought Wendy was sexy, and wouldn’t mind getting to see her naked, but not like this. He blushed as he could already feel the rest of his body begin to turn as well.

His Adam’s apple quickly dissolved which could only mean one thing for Herman. He urged himself to give a little “yelp”, and what do you know he had the sassy cowgirl voice of Wendy. Hearing this he quickly covered his mouth discovering his hands had shrunk down. Why was this happening to him.

The water from the creek then began to squeeze on Herman’s body as he felt his shoulders curve out. He lost his posture again for a moment when the water pushed his back forward abruptly causing his spine to curve inwards. Herman could feel his feel shrink down now as well, rubbing them against the murky bottom of the creek. He braced himself as what was to come next.

He couldn’t see it, but he could feel it as his ass, hips, and thighs blew up giving him curves you would only see in the cartoons. He clenched his butt with his small hands to feel how smooth and bouncy it had become. It was Wendy’s alright.

As Herman thought about this more, he figured it couldn’t all be bad, right? He was turning into Wendy Corduroy. A sexy, strong, and independent woman, who did whatever she wanted to, whenever! He could only imagine what he could get away with in this new body. Suddenly a great pressure began to build upon Herman’s chest. He held his breath for the moment as two breasts sprung out of his chest, flopping down creating beautiful even cleavage. He blushed again at his own body. It was a strange culmination of pleasure and awkwardness at the same time.

               The pleasure part of all of this kicked in when his dick began to suck back in. He clenched his teeth as his last piece of his old self sank back into his body. With a satisfying slurp, Herman knew he wasn’t Herman anymore.

               Wendy let out a soft moan. Damn, she felt good. She hadn’t felt this free in her life for a long time. She got out of the water allowing herself to dry her naked body off in the wind. Around her she realized that the world had become all cartoon. Everything, including herself had black outlines. She was no longer living in the real world which only excited her more. She flipped her hair back. She was still not accustomed to her new body yet which she only attained a few minutes before, but damn did she feel great.

               Wendy made her way back through the woods. As her body finished drying off she realized she smelled just like the pine trees around her. Her butt jiggled up and down as she came back out into the town, but she was no longer in Boring, Oregon… she was in Gravity Falls. She stopped staring around her in awe. Never in a million years would she had thought she’d end up hear. The place of her dreams.

               This curse wasn’t so bad after all. The only issue now is that she was naked out in public, it was luckily night so no one who she her. She felt down her body. For a woman that was outside so much her body was still as smooth as a baby’s bottom. She cautiously made her way through town. As she did she began to think of all the other character’s she would be able to meet now. Mabel, Soos, Bill, Stanford, and… Dipper. She felt herself grow wet. That was weird, why when she though of… ohh…. Dipper. She felt her vagina… she was definitely wet.

               “Oh no,” Wendy though to herself, “Am I attracted to Dipper?”

               She stopped in her tracks. Wendy blushed thinking about Dipper, her mind began to wonder off. She began to daydream about her and Dipper… in bed… and….

               “No…no…no!” Wendy mumbled, “This can’t be happening?”

               She now realized what the true horror of this curse was as she began to become more aroused by the thought of Dipper. While he was younger he was still so… cute. She knew she wanted him, but she just couldn’t accept it. She should’ve listened to the elders!
               

“Ugh… if I don’t get a hold of myself…” She thought, “I’m going to end up having Dipper fucking me in the ass tonight!”

She struggled to get a hold of herself, she clenched her head trying to think straight. Wendy eventually found herself making her way to the Mystery Shack though. Unable to control her body anymore she found herself coming closer and closer to her worse fear. This was all so wrong… she still had the mind of a boy… Dipper was also too young for this… she never even had sex before!

She found herself jogging through the woods with a determined smile on her face she couldn’t shake off. In Wendy’s head, she screamed at her body to stop, but these feelings for Dipper wouldn’t stop, as her heart began to pulse. As she grew closer to the Shack the more afraid, yet horny she became. And now she found herself standing right outside the shack.

Wendy climbed up onto the roof sneaking into the attic where there lying in his bed was Dipper Pines. She always wanted to meet Dipper, but she didn’t want to like this. Of course, there was no one to stop her, Mabel was nowhere to be seen… probably off at some sleepover of course. Just by Wendy’s luck. Wendy kneeled down beside Dipper’s sleeping body and tapped him on the head.

“Wha…What?!” Dipper yelled, throwing his arms in the air.

“Shh… it’s ok Dipper,” Wendy said, uncontrollably. “It’s me… Wendy”

“Ah… ok…k..k… WHY ARE YOU NAKED?!” Dipper yelled, Wendy quickly covered his mouth.

“Dipper, I know this is strange, and a little awkward, but I… I…” Wendy stuttered, as her mind tried to take back control, “I need you inside of me.”

Dipper just looked at her in disbelief, while inside Wendy’s head she was losing it, but on the outside, she still remained with that horny look on her face.

“Wendy… I don’t know what to say…” Dipper stuttered, as Wendy cut him off.

“Don’t say anything,” Wendy teased, as she wrapped her arms around Dipper.

They began to gently make out. Wendy climbed up onto the bed, as they began to make out more passionately. Wendy began to moan as she could feel Dipper’s boner digging through his pants. Her mind was screaming to stop, but she still went for it anyways. Wendy gently pulled down Dipper’s pants to reveal his boner which was surprisingly rather long for someone of his age. She gently smiled staring lovingly in his eyes, as so did he.

“You know how to do this, right?” She purred, as Dipper gave her a confident geeky smile.

“I’ll give it my all,” Dipper said, giggling a little.

This was the end for Wendy, she thought to herself. Herman’s mind not being able to even think properly anymore as Wendy positioned herself with her huge ass hanging in the air. Herman wished he could’ve taken it all back, he wished he could just go back home, but it was too late.

Dipper’s cock came shooting down Wendy’s thick ass. She tried to hold it back, but soon her sexual instincts kicked, and she found her panting like a dog. Wendy moaned extensively with tongue hanging out, while Dipper fucked her, pounding his dick in faster and faster. With each pound, Herman’s mind began to accept these new feelings, becoming weaker and weaker to her body’s horniness. As Dipper cummed down her ass, Herman’s mind could no longer think straight… all she wanted now was Dipper.

“This isn’t so bad,” She thought to herself, “Dipper is really a nice boy, and damn he does put a lot of effort into it. Give him another couple year, and I bet he could become a stud.”

Wendy fantasized about this, as cum dripped from her young, no-longer virgin, vagina. How was she this lucky to have such a man in her life?

“I can’t even remember what was so bad about that curse anymore,” Wendy thought to herself, as Dipper went in for round two.

Meanwhile, back in the real world, Herman’s parents searched frantically for him, but when he couldn’t be found they made their made their way back home in tears. The curse slowly began to remove traces of Herman’s previous life, and soon even Herman’s parents had forgotten about him.

They wouldn’t have to worry about him though, as Herman was now living his dream, down in good ol’ Gravity Falls.

freddy reviews

a dirty yet tol boi, very good singer who sings oldies stuff. beautiful eyes as well! 8/10

ok he just grew eyelashes and an entirely different mouth and blush and he’s smol and chubby, around average, maybe a bit below. 4/10

he looks like a watermelon and i hate watermelon. 0/10

tEETH AND CHILDREN!!! we dont see enough of him and i feel like his design could be a tad better but overall great bear!!! 8/10

A FUNSIZED FRIEND WITH A PUPPET!!!!! 11/10

I tried to change
I kept my mouth shut
I tried to be softer
I tried to be prettier
Less, Aware
Tried to be more normal
Less organic
I wore brighter colors
Painted my face with toxins
Ate less
At this moment I could no longer breathe
The pages of the holy book strangled me
I drank the blood
I grew the grapes
I cried the wine
Numbers opon numbers filled my head
I was awake and when I pinched myself I started to dream
I ripped my nails off and in their place grew fruit
I held an anchor on myself , but I levitated

At this point my eyelashes grew to my ankles
I looked in the mirror, and all I could see was the devil looking back at me
I bathed in bleach, and swallowed cotton swabs
I cried to my friends
I cried to the birds
I cried to the sun,
I cried to thin air,
No one was there

I read from the book I didn’t believe in
I got on my hands and knees, stated all my sins, and cried to the God I didn’t believe in
Just for the power to know

Are you cheating on me?

Not Without My Coffee

Request number 3 goes to @waywardjoy. This was fun to write, hope you enjoy it! There’s a link within, feel free to click and listen to what I imagined the reader listening to.
Warnings: fluff, implied smut (if you squint and read upside down)
Thanks goes to @avasmommy224 for making sure this was just right!

Originally posted by poorbeautifuldean

You woke up, slowly wiping the remnants of your dream out of your eyes. Sitting up, you groaned at the pain in your lower back, this is why you hated an easy ghost case - the digging. You hoisted yourself up and swung your legs over the side of the bed.

“Morning!” Sam chimed from the kitchen table, you grunted and kept your course for coffee. You poured out the rest into an obscenely large mug, one that was from a joke shop, and took a sip. It burnt the roof of your mouth and throat as it slid down, but it was like life was pouring into your soul, renewing your sense of being. This was heaven. You hummed your approval around the rim of the mug as your shoulders lifted, your frown ironed out, today would be a good day.
“Hey, Sam.” You smiled, turning to the younger Winchester, he chuckled as your mood lifted.

Dean shuffled in soon after you’d started slicing more bacon strips for breakfast.
“Morning!” Sam chimed again, you cursed under your breath and stayed facing the stove. You had finished off the pot and forgotten to make a fresh one before he woke up. Dean grunted, you heard him pick up the pot and you tensed, ready for the telling-off.
“How many times do I have to tell you two?” Dean growled, you dared not turn around, without a full mug of coffee in your system there was no telling what would come out of your mouth.
Your ears pricked, listening to Dean move across the kitchen behind you, the tell-tale scuff of a mug on a table. Sam’s mug, but he’d finished his. You glanced at your mug, steam still rising from it, hopefully Dean didn’t - his hand entered your peripheral, reaching for your cup. Your hunter reflexes reacted before your sleepy brain had a chance to think; you brought the knife down to his outstretched fingers, stopping mere millimeters from them. You turned slowly and stared into his frustrated eyes.
“I love you guys, but I love my coffee more.” You said dryly, your mouth unmoving from the line it had set in across your face. He narrowed his eyes, weighing his options, but his mind was made up for him as you skimmed the faint hair on the top of his fingers with the blade. He withdrew his hand but leant closer.
“You’ll pay for that.” He muttered into your ear. You couldn’t help but hope it was a vow of things to come. That hunter had you hooked from the moment he stumbled onto your case, wrecking a week’s worth of careful planning. Sam knew your feelings too and just had to huff and puff and roll his eyes whenever you were fawning over his big brother.
“Bacon’s up.” You announced to the boys.

“You in here?” Dean asked, poking his head round the corner of your room. You were lying on your stomach, elbows propped on the bed, chin resting in your palms as you read a program for a music festival, your feet kicking in the air behind you to the beat of the song that was on in the background.
“What’s up?” You greeted, feet falling, with a muffled thump to the bed.
“I just wanted to say I’m sorry for earlier.” He said, leaning against the door frame.
“What for?” You pushed yourself back up the bed into a sitting position.
“Threatening you.” He shrugged, finding that maybe this was silly if you’d already forgotten. You looked him over, his jawline fuzzy with stubble, his arms tight in the shirt he was wearing, the way one bowleg crossed over the other, framing his groin perfectly. You reached over to the side of your bed and took a sip of coffee, meeting his glinting eyes. You licked the stray drop, slowly, from your bottom lip, a cheeky smile tugged at the corner of your lips. A sudden surge of confidence filled you.
“I was hoping it was a promise!” Your cheeks blushed, your smile grew, your eyelashes fluttered. Your heart hammered against your rib cage as you waited for his reaction. His eyes flickered, his mouth twitched, his eyebrow rose a fraction. Then he stepped inside your room and kicked the door closed.


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