The Sentient Physical Manifestation Of My Morning Stroll, Who Is An Accountant, Pounds My Butt: A Trans Buckaroo Tale - (Classic Tingler Revisited)

this classic tingleverse tale is about a ladybuck accountant lookin to figure out her complicated  business issues and resolve the stress in her life, but the message is a lot broader than that. really it is about the process of THOUGHT (whether that is very logical way of countin up numbers on a handsome spreadsheet or trying to be a creative bud with a painting that proves love or a sound that touches the heart's butt). long story short process of making anything on this timeline can be difficult.

we are all here in DEFIANCE OF THE VOID just poppin out of the endless nothing and saying 'here i am buckaroo' and that is so important and powerful. our battle against the void is to keep poppin' things into existence through creation, but when you create things all dang day it can get a little tiring and wear you down. as very prolific author i understand this way very well as i write and write and push myself to the limits, but i have learned over time that pushing these limits is not always going to get the best results.

that is why my process as worlds greatest author has changed over time to include THOUGHT TIME. whenever i am asked about process of chuck i always make sure to say 'listen up buckaroos, sometimes part of being a creative bud is to just not think at all. sometimes you gotta just go for a long walk and let the thoughts out to play and bounce around without tryin to fill your page up' and this is exactly what this story is about.

sometimes the most productive trot isnt the one that wears you out and pushes you to the dang limits, sometimes its a steady confident way with your head high and your eyes forward, just one step in front of the next as you make your way on through this timeline. either way, its always nice to take a little walk and prove love to yourself.

Michelle’s small business is having a difficult time thanks to the trotting plague, and these days she doesn’t have time for much of anything. Unfortunately, this suffocating work schedule is starting to catch up with her, and eventually she forces herself to return to the neighborhood walk that once gave her joy.

This time, however, Michelle decides to really take her time, appreciating the present. It’s only now that she realizes how attractive this walk really is, and when Michelle meets the physical manifestation of her stroll, she can’t help falling head over heels.

Now Michelle and her sentient walk, both trans women, are channeling their love of the present and getting Michelle’s business back on track, and it doesn’t hurt that Jessica is also an accountant. Now these two are faced with the realization that staying present might have erotic consequences!

This erotic tale is 4,200 words of sizzling lesbian human on sentient morning stroll action. It features two trans woman who do no experience dysphoria regarding their genitals, and proudly use words like girlcock to describe their parts.

(Originally released November 1st, 2020)

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THE SENTIENT PHYSICAL MANIFESTATION OF MY MORNING STROLL, WHO IS AN ACCOUNTANT, POUNDS MY BUTT: A TRANS BUCKAROO TALE

By Chuck Tingle

The second I step out my front door and let the morning air wash over me, I feel a deep and powerful sense of relief. I’d spent the previous evening working late and drinking way too much coffee in an attempt to keep my senses about me, and now I’m paying the price, but if there’s one thing that can knock me back into alignment, it’s this.

My morning stroll started as an alternative to the typical workout I’d get at my local fitness center, but when the trotting plague hit and gyms across the nation shut down, I had to switch over entirely. Now that most of my days are spent cooped up inside, this morning route has become much more than just a way to get a little exercise, it’s an essential tool for keeping my mental balance. I was never much of a walker before this, preferring instead to hop in the car and quickly get where I needed to go, but this new routine has allowed me some time to slow down and take it all in.

I stroll down my front walk and take a sharp left, heading up into the neighborhoods that line the northern foothills. The sun is just starting to crest over the horizon, casting the landscape before me in a beautiful golden glow.

There are many landmarks on this journey that I’ve come to know and love.

The first one greets me as I reach the end of this street, an enormous oak tree with gnarled branches that stretch out toward the sky like a ferocious howling animal. Despite this description, this enormous titan gives me a feeling of warmth and comfort, exuding a natural power that is more protective than frantic.

I walk under its largest branches and then make another sharp turn, continuing on my way.

The next stretch of road is lined with beautiful houses that I’ve recently started to admire. They’re nice homes, but not terribly luxurious. The thing I appreciate about them is their old-school charm, built decades ago and likely of some historical significance, yet kept immaculately maintained. There’s something about this section of the walk that fills me with an overwhelming sense of awe and wonder, thinking about the past days and nights that I’ll never know.

As I reach the end of the block, the sun drifts even higher into the air, the long shadows all around me beginning to shorten as the temperature begins to rise. I start to notice a few other people joining my journey, folks walking their dogs in the early morning light or hopping in their cars as they head off to work.

The neighborhood ends, transforming into a lush forested path that winds its way through the local park nearby. Here, the trees are thick and green, erupting up all around me and providing a sense that I’ve somehow disappeared into the wilds, at least for a moment. Eventually, I arrive at a small stone bridge over a gurgling creek below, and I always make sure to stop here momentarily. The water sounds pleasant and soothing as it churns and tumbles across the rocky bed below.

I take a deep breath and let it out, appreciating the present before heading back home and getting to work.

Just the thought of this impending work sends a sharp jolt of unpleasantness through my body, and I immediately struggle to push it away. Unfortunately, the levee has already broken, and there’s no use trying to pull myself back into a peaceful meditative state.

I turn and continue across the bridge, winding back up another path and eventually finding myself on the city street once again. I’ve walked in a complete circle, making my way back to the very house from which I started.

The next thing I know, I’m strolling up the front walk and heading inside.

Work sucks these days, but I’m feeling good as I flop down into the chair at my kitchen table, which has somehow evolved into a small business command center. I open up my laptop and watch as it boots up, but my heart skips a beat as the screen freezes in a state of dull grey pixels and a terrifying graphic of an ever spinning wheel. The computer begins to beep, the sound erupting from within this machine so loud and piercing that it instantly makes me flinch in pain and discomfort.

“Ugh,” I blurt, immediately standing up and looking around my computer for a way to turn off this awful cacophony.

The second I do this, however, I’m faced with the unexpected realization that the monotonous beeping isn’t actually emitting from my laptop. I narrow my eyes in confusion, then slowly begin to make my way around to the room, desperately hunting for the source.

I make my way into the kitchen, investigating the fridge and then continuing on to the microwave as this incessant digital beeping grows louder and louder. Next, I check the living room, suspicious this might actually be something on the television but coming up short again.

It’s only now that I realize I’ve heard this sound a thousand times before. I slowly turn my gaze toward the door of my bedroom, recognizing my bedside alarm for what it is.

The next thing I know, I’m sitting up in bed and reaching over in a frantic search for my phone. I grab it and shut off the alarm, then fall back into a mess of pillows and blankets, exhausted.

My body aches all over and a splitting headache has overwhelmed my skull. I desperately wish for nothing more than the old neighborhood walk I used to have time for, but I suppose I’ll just have to accept it for what it is: a very pleasant dream.

Since the trotting plague started, I haven’t had any time for the morning stroll that used to give me so much joy and balance. Instead, I’ve been utterly consumed by the work I’m doing with Michelle’s Milkshakes, struggling to keep

my business afloat during a time where every shopping mall in the state has been locked down tight.

As Michelle herself, all the responsibility to keep things afloat has been put on my shoulders, but things could be worse. I’ve somehow managed to make the pivots necessary and keep things going, but lately I’ve been running on fumes.

It feels like all I do is stare at a computer screen, which reminds me, I need to get to work.

I roll out of bed and pull on some clothes, then stagger out into the dining room and pour myself a cold glass of chocolate milk to gather my senses. I switch on my computer and sit down, arriving at my battle station for the second time in what seems like the last few minutes.

This time, however, I don’t think I’ll be waking up any time soon.

Moments later, the video conference window opens before me, displaying the familiar face of Mark, my friend and coworker.

“Hey,” he offers. “Ready to get started? We have our job cut out for us today.”

I let out a long sigh, still struggling to collect myself. “Yeah, of course. What are we doing again?”

Mark laughs. “We’re looking for room in the budget to see if we can ship the milkshakes in cooling containers,” he reminds me, instantly jogging my memory. Moments later I can see my friend’s expression change, his smile softening into a look of grave concern.

“What is it?” I question.

My co-worker hesitates, clearly not wanting to tell me what’s on his mind. He’s being polite, but at the end of the day he knows he can tell me anything. That’s why I hired him.

“You okay?” Mark finally questions.

My first instinct it to perk up and convince him I’m doing just fine, but I know he’d see through it in a second. We’re here in front of our video screens every single day, and although it’s not as intimate as it might be in person, Mark can still get a sense of my general health through the dancing pixels.

“Not really,” I admit. “I’m just fucking exhausted.”
“You look like it,” Mark replies.
“Hey!” I blurt, laughing.
“I’m sorry,” he continues. “I don’t know what else to say.”
“It’s fine, it’s fine,” I offer, waving away my friend’s concern and accepting

the truth. “All of this work has been starting to get to me. I didn’t mind keeping this kind of seclude when I could head out to the stores and get my heart pumping, but sitting on the computer all day is awful.”

“You wanna take a break this morning?” Mark offers. “Start a little later?”

I immediately disregard his concern, brushing away the suggestion just as soon as it arrives and doubling down on my workaholic tendances. “It’s fine, we’ve got a big problem and we need to get it sorted. The milkshakes need to stay cold, but the cost of cold shipping is going to kill us, so we need to figure out a solution.”

Mark seems skeptical despite my best efforts to pull myself together, but he reluctantly continues onward. “That’s right,” my friend accepts with a nod.

Mark drags a file across his computer and drops it so that appears simultaneously on both of our screens. It’s an enormous spreadsheet of the current cost breakdown according to location, as well as the cost of each shipment before the trotting plague began.

“The top line is what I’ve come up with, but that still doesn’t even cover half the expenses,” Mark explains. “Any ideas?”

I stare at my computer screen, struggling to make sense of the numbers that blend together before me. I feel as though my gaze is simply refusing to focus, as though I’m staring through some kind of glassy haze that obscures my vision. I move a little closer to the computer, then closer still, leaning in.

“Uh... Michelle?” Mark questions. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just trying to see the spreadsheet over here,” I explain. “I think the file is corrupted or something. Maybe my screen is broken.”

Moments later there’s a hollow thump as I hit my forehead against the laptop, tilting it back a bit. I recoil in shock, not realizing that I’d gotten so close and immediately recognizing my denial has gone on for too long.

“Oh my god,” I blurt, erupting in a fit of laughter. “Okay, you’re right. I need a break.”

I can see Mark’s body relax as I say this, my co-worker letting out a sigh of relief. “I think that’s a good idea,” my friend replies.

“I just...” I stammer. “I want to make this work, I have to make this work, and taking a little break isn’t going to help us get those milkshakes shipped.”

“It might,” Mark interjects. “I know it can seem like the best way to get a lot of work done is to power through and spend every waking second with your head buried in a spreadsheet, but that’s a really good way to burn yourself out. Instead, why not try finding a healthy pace to just cruise, you know?”

I shake my head, a workaholic to the core. The strategy he’s outlining makes absolutely no sense to me.

“Sometimes, the most efficient way to get a task done is to give yourself a break. Your mind needs a chance to focus and return,” he explains. “Is there anything you can do to just... clear your head?”

“My morning walk,” I reply immediately. “I’ve been too busy for it lately.”

“Perfect,” Mark retorts. “Do your morning walk and clear your head. Who knows, you might come back and find all the answers right here waiting for you.”

“You really think so?” I question.

Mark nods. “Just take your time, focus on the present. Try to see the walk with even more clarity than normal.”

I can’t help it as a smile begins to creep its way across my face. “That sounds great,” I finally offer.

“I’ll see you in a bit,” my friend continues, then closes his video chat window.

I sit in silence a moment before standing up and heading for the door. I push it open and immediately find myself greeted by the soothing morning air, the gentle coolness tickling across my skin as I make my way down the front walk. It’s still incredibly early, much too early for anyone else who might otherwise walk these streets.

I’m pleasantly surprised by how similar to my dream this feels, and in turn how similar it feels to the many walks I used to take back when I could afford the time.

It’s a pleasant thought, but the very idea of how much time I can afford immediately sends me spiraling down a path I’m trying to avoid.

I do my best to put up a fight, closing my eyes and regaining focus on the task at hand. Right now, I just need to be present and heed Mark’s advice.

Let’s see what the world has to offer when I give myself a break.

I stroll down the street and eventually arrive at the familiar old oak tree, this enormous wooden behemoth towering above and spreading its branches like beautiful web of comfort.

Instead of just passing below it and continuing onward, I slow down a bit and appreciate this gentle giant. An unexpected sensation washes over me.

At first I’m not entirely sure what this feeling is, but as I allow it to overtake my senses it becomes all too recognizable. I’m getting turned on.

“Oh... okay,” is all I can think to say.

The strength of this tree had always been admirable, but now that I’ve taken my time to really soak it in, it feels kind of sexy. Not knowing what else to do, I continue onward, but I don’t forget this strange emotion.

Now I’m walking down the long lane of houses, these classic buildings creating a glorious line of suave coolness and swagger. It’s not long before the arousal begins to flood through me once again, overwhelming my senses.

“What the fuck?” I blurt, picking up the pace.

Soon enough I’ve reached the end of the block, making my way into the forest as I twist and turn through this familiar parkland path. The trees embrace me

from every side, causing me to tremble and quake with anticipation as the familiar stone bridge looms before me.

I finally reach it and slow at the top, reminding myself that I’m here to take my time.

I stand in my old spot, listening to the water as the babbles on below me. “Hey,” the stream suddenly offers.
“Oh,” I counter, jumping in surprise. “I didn’t see you there.”
“Yeah you did,” the stream replies with a laugh, “you just weren’t paying

enough attention to know that you saw me.”
“Isn’t that the same thing?” I question.
“Not really,” the stream continues.
There’s something undeniably attractive about this entity, a knowing

confidence that makes me tense with erotic anticipation, yet also somehow puts me at ease.

“I’m Jessica,” the stream continues. “I’m the physical manifestation of your morning stroll.”

“Oh!” I blurt, a little surprised. “I thought you were the babbling brook.”

“No, no,” Jessica offers. “That’s just the simplest way to manifest myself right now. I was the tree, too, and the rows of houses. I’ll try something else, though.”

Suddenly, I notice a figure moving through the woods next to me. I glance over to see an absolutely gorgeous floating map of the area, with two locations marked, one at my house and another where I currently stand.

“Better?” the manifested journey questions.
“I mean, yeah,” I stammer. “You’re beautiful either way.”
The second these words leave my lips I find myself flushed with

embarrassment, immediately realizing how much I’ve revealed with this simple phrase. I’m not playing it cool at all.

Jessica doesn’t seem to mind, however, and as she strolls closer I start to get the sense that we’re on exactly the same page. “I know you just started to notice me,” the physically manifested morning stroll offers, “but I’ve been noticing you for a very long time.”

“That’s... good,” is all I can think to say.

“Seems like you need something,” Jessica continues, now standing directly before me with confidence. “You’re tense.”

“Yeah,” I stammer. “I’ve own this Milkshake business and I’m having trouble with it. I thought I could come out here and clear my head.”

“That’s exactly what morning strolls are good for,” Jessica continues. “Clearing your head. In this particular case I can probably help you out even more... I’m an accountant.”

“Wait, what?” I question.

“You never thought to ask,” the physically manifested stroll explains. “It’s amazing what you can learn about the world around you if you just slow down a little.”

My eyes go wide. “I guess taking a little time to be present really can help.”

“Let’s take a look at those spreadsheets of yours and I’ll see what I can do,” Jessica offers.

Watching the physically manifested idea work is a sight to behold, Jessica typing away at my computer while I struggle to follow along. She’s a mathematical wizard, which obviously carries over into her accounting skills. Soon enough, she’s managed to find a simple and effective way to get my milkshakes to anyone who wants them, completely frozen during their entire journey.

When Jessica finally finishes she claps her hands together and shuts my computer, standing up and turning around to face me.

“All good?” she questions.
“All good,” I reply with a smile.
It seems like it’s time for a celebration, but the physically manifested

morning walk hesitates. I can see there’s still something on her mind. “You’re tense about more than just work,” she observes. “Maybe I’m just nervous,” I admit.
“Because we’re both attracted to each other?” Jessica questions

mischievously, “and now there’s nothing left for us to do but make love?”
The beautiful living map steps toward me but I stop her. “Wait,” I interject.

“I’d like you to know I’m trans.” Jessica smiles. “Me too!”

“Oh,” I blurt. “Okay then.”
“Is there anything else you want me to know?” Jessica questions.
I shake my head, the tension immediately subsiding. “I’m a woman, but I’m

okay with referencing my cock. I call it my ladydick sometimes, or girlcock, or just my rod.”

“Likewise,” Jessica offers. “I love my ladycock. What about your ass?” “You can call it my ass, or my pussy,” I continue. “I guess I prefer ass.” “Me too!” the physically manifested walking route blurts again, exciting to

learn that we have so much in common.
Now that the technicalities are out of the way, the two of us just stare at one

another in silence.
“Cool,” is all that I can think to say.

Suddenly, Jessica rushes forward and kisses me deeply on the lips, pushing me back against the table as the two of us erupt in a fit of carnal passion. The next thing I know the manifestation is tearing away my clothing and tossing it to the side, stripping me down to reveal my nude body right then and there in the middle of the dining room.

“Wait, wait,” I suddenly blurt, stopping her in her tracks once more.
“Is everything okay?” Jessica questions, deeply concerned.
“What about the trotting plague?” I ask.
Jessica smiles. “Physical manifestations can’t catch it,” she offers, “but I

appreciate you being responsible like that! In fact,” she reaches down and wraps her hand tightly around my swelling ladycock, “it really turns me on.”

I let out a long, aching sigh of arousal as the living manifestation of my morning stroll begins to stroke me off, her hand pumping slowly across my rod. Gradually, her pace begins to quicken, falling into sync with the grind of my hips as I push back against her.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” I moan, my eyes shut tight.

I continue to explore her body as she beats me off, tracing my hands across every recognizable curve of this familiar route. She’s incredible to behold, a perfectly crafted loop of deep thought and fulfillment.

Eventually, Jessica drops down before me, gazing up with her huge eyes and then offering me a playful wink as she sits before my aching ladydick. She hesitates for a moment, letting the tension build and then finally opening wide as she takes me into her mouth. The physically manifested map immediately gets to work pumping her head up and down across my length, matching the pace that she’d found with her hands just moments earlier.

“Oh fuck,” I groan, continuing to savor the present.

Eventually, Jessica pulls back with a gasp, her eyes belligerent with lust. She takes a moment to collect herself and then slips my rod back between her lips, only this time she refuses to bob up and down. Instead, the physical manifestation swallows me deeper and deeper into her gullet, relaxing her gag reflex enough to take me all the way down. The next thing I know I’ve been completely consumed in a stunning deep throat. The living map’s face is pressed up hard against my abs, held in position as I reach down and place my hands against the back of her head.

I stay like this for quite a while, until finally Jessica is forced to pull back in an eruption of spit. Her eyes are wild with lust, aching to take things to the next level.

“Fuck me,” I demand. “I need that huge dick up my tight ass.”

With that I drop to the dining room floor. I pop my ass out toward Jessica, wiggling it from side to side as I crawl away from her and making sure she can get a good look at my huge ladycock hanging down below.

“What are you waiting for?” I coo.

“Just admiring,” the physical manifestation of my morning stroll offers in return. “Trying to appreciate the present.”

“Come appreciate it from inside me,” I continue, then reach back and give one butt cheek a playful slap.

Jessica doesn’t waste any more time, climbing down into position behind me and aligning her enormous rod with the tightly puckered seal of my ass. She teases me for a moment, hesitating before finally thrusting inside with a deep and powerful swoop.

“Oh fuck!” I yelp, not entirely prepared for her substantial rod as I brace myself on the floor below her. “Your dick is so huge.”

Fortunately, Jessica takes her time with me. She holds deep within my asshole but doesn’t move, instead allowing my body a moment to adjust to her incredible thickness. As my body begins to relax the discomfort slowly fades, gradually replaced by a wonderful fullness and aching warmth. Soon enough, Jessica is pumping in and out of me with gentle, graceful movements, building to a confident pace.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” I start to repeat in a blissed out mantra, mumbling the words under my breath but growing louder with every passing moment. Soon enough, I’m crying out at the top of my lungs, filling the dining room with the sounds of my carnal pleasure. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!”

Soon enough, the sentient manifestation of my morning stroll is hammering away at my butt with ruthless confidence, giving it to me with everything she’s got. The sensation is incredible, and it’s elevated to even greater heights as I reach down between my legs and begin to frantically beat my swollen girlcock.

These two distinct sources of pleasure begin to swirl together within me, creating a powerful erotic cocktail that’s so much more than the sum of its parts. I can feel the first hints of an impending orgasm blossoming up within me, filling me to the brim with trebling, quaking tension that aches for release.

“Keep pounding me just like that” I moan. “I’m gonna fucking cum!”

“Me too!” Jessica joins in, continuing to slam away at my ass with breathtaking confidence.

When the climax hits me it hits me hard, flooding through my body like a tidal wave as I clench my teeth and let out a guttural howl. Hot white jizz erupts hard from the head of my shaft, splattering out across the floor below me in glorious patterns of pearly white.

Meanwhile, Jessica lets out a scream of her own. The physical manifestation keeps her pace as she fills my ass with an enormous payload of cum, the spunk pumping out of her and packing me to the brim. When she finally finishes, Jessica

pulls out and watches proudly as her seed spills from my anal rim, running down the back of my legs in milky streaks.

The two of us collapse in a pile, taking a moment to appreciate the silence. We stay like this for a good while, just basking in each other’s presence.

In this moment my thoughts could easily drift to the fact that Jessica has brought my business back on track, or that I’ve suddenly found myself a new girlfriend, but instead I just breathe. I let the air flow in and out of me and accept the present for what it is.

I don’t think about much of anything, and finally, I relax.