Wild Warping Weed

You watch as your good buddy, a scruffy jock in his mid-20s like you, takes another hit off the joint before handing it back. He grew a cannabis plant himself, dried and cured the flower, and brought some to taste it with you now for the first time, like the nice guy he is. As he does, everything around him and the **** begins to melt and warp. Your watery, indistinct hands stagger towards the jay and bring it shakily to your slack jaw mouth. You close your lips tight around the filter and take many long drags, all while blowing smoke out your nose and away from the cherry.

"Hey brah, don't be a greedy hog with thhhhhuuuuuhhhhh..." he goes to say before melting like everything else did.

You love everything about the strain your bud brought-the taste, the drag, the HIGH-but didn't understand how your friend grew it so well in the backyard of his house. There was nothing special about his neighborhood or its soil. The only thing you can think of right now is that a small meteor crashed near there recently, and while no one was hurt you worried for him both as a friend and because you have a crush on him. In fact, that's all you remember about him and the weed. You have no other memories of the indescribable man now drooling on your carpet as he warps... or your own life.

Your cock goes rigid as stone, so you start stroking over your sweatpants as you're smoking. Your wildly distracted mind goes back to what he said (or rather, the segments you can remember) and begins fixating on it: "Brah, be a greedy hog." It replays over and over in your head as you jack it, directing your attention away from your nose becoming porcine, body hair thickening, tusks and a tail sprouting, and your nuts getting fatter.

Your buddy regains what's left of his mind and holds a hand out for the joint, so you instinctively pass it back to keep the chain going. He does the same puffing technique you did and then begins tweaking his nipples. As you watch him get hard and moan, you remain unaware of how many memories of your bud are replaced with this version of him from since you all got high: just a nondescript man who's always handsome and sexy to you. Your attitude towards him soon starts to become very possessive and dominant as you rub your dick; you don't just have a crush on him, he's YOUR crush and you need to tell him what you love about him to make him yours.

You confess to your good bud, "God I love you! I love how you're sitting around like some empty-headed fuckdoll while high-snrt. I just want to keep you with me forever-snort snort."

Unaware of the changes and how your statements cause them, you let your view of your buddy shift as he warps: you now have a level of desire towards him where he's prized, but not special or unique. After all, he's "some empty-headed fuckdoll to keep forever" even though you love him. He's so unremarkable beyond general attractiveness that any similar model would fill the hole if it weren't for your crush; a bearded hunk that was likely made by being poured in a factory mold alongside his near-identical, mass-produced brethren, rather than being hand-crafted. It was love at first sight when you bought him a month ago, and you finally worked up the confidence.

He lets his mouth droop open with his final exhale, with the joint sticking to his lolling tongue. The sight gets you so hot and bothered, you pull down your sweats, showing your now-yet-always furry thighs, fat ass, plump balls, and thick cock. You grab the smoke, not noticing how it hasn't lost any length. Instead of hitting it again, you put it to the side in some ashtray you don't pay attention to. Best to save it for later while you take a break.

A recorded and cheery-sounding voice comes from your expressionless friend/crush/sex toy's mouth saying, "Thank you for the compliment! I love being your sex toy! Feel free to continue using my patented Gan-Jack orifices or appendages! Gan-Jack: Breed while on weed!"

"Don't mind if I do-snrt-my slut," you say to the doll.

You walk up to your toy and plant your cock on his rubbery tongue. You push it in and begin thrusting into his tight mouth and gullet. The entrance is initially too narrow for your pork, so you have to use your thumbs to stretch the opening wide enough.

You turn to see yourself in the mirror, handsome as ever with your thick, brown coat covering your blunt, tusked snout. Your furry ears begin to flick and twitch as your toy begins actively sucking and licking your turgid penis. Libido rising, you begin going faster and harder. You pick up the pace and get to face fucking the object with no concern for it; you know it would take a lot to break him and that your warranty covers repairs up to complete destruction before replacement.

You grip the sides of his head as you slam it into your crotch. It bounces off of your fat gut, allowing for quick and easy strokes with your muscled arms. Eventually, you press your thumb into the ear of your slutty buddy and feel it sink in. Pausing, you pull him off your meat and hold him with your cloven thumbnail still in the ear canal.

You think aloud, "So this is what the surprise perk of 'Brainless Jock Model V3' is. Glad my buddy is one!"

You stand up, pull your thumb out, and walk around to your friend-toy's side. As you line the opening up with your cock, your fuckdoll says, "Excellent choice Sir! Fun Tip: you can turn me into a single-minded cumslut if you fill my head cavity about halfway full."

"Good-oink-" you say as you **** your fun tip in with all your might, "to KNOW!"

With a loud pop, you firmly impale him with your pork stick. He's completely unfazed by it. It's insanely tight compared to the mouth, keeping you from thrusting. The toy said, "Sorry, allow me to adjust to you," and loosened the grip just enough for a snug squeeze. You then get to work on finishing in his empty synthetic skull.

You get into the swing of fucking him, grunting and snorting like the boarman you are. You feel the churning of jizz in your furry, orange-sized balls due to his 'cumslut mode.' You know it'll be a big one and you'll have your hour-long orgasm. Almost like he's anticipating your plans for the time, he grabs the joint from that ashtray and holds it up to your snout. You take it and start to smoke, but not before you tell him, "I'm glad you still want to be a loyal Fleshlight even after I've admitted my feelings." You then begin huffing and puffing the jay as you fuck faster than you knew you could.

As you absorb the wild smoke into your lungs and become vacant and moldable, the fuckhole remarks, "You're welcome, but I'm simply acting on protocol to be your blazed fuckhole, even as a friend and lover. Our Gan-Jack Tech service motto is: Sanitary, Stretchable, and Submissive.

Your warping mind takes pieces of his statement, looping in your head and spurring on the final moments of skullfucking as you go over the edge and squeal in pleasure: "Your service motto is: Sanitary, Stretchable, and Submissive."

Without knowing it, your mind begins rationalizing that statement about you; it contradicts and shifts the dominant aspect of you already changed by the weed-all while you become enraptured with cumming in your bud's head. You continue to milk yourself as your top becomes more complex than a tee-shirt. The fabric warps into layers of silk, lace, and frills (and some leather for kinky flair.) It grows longer as buckles, straps, buttons, and bows build onto it.

It eventually grows a skirt covering the fuckdoll's head and finalizes as a stylized maid-cafe uniform. It was designed to fit and show off your beautiful body in lewd ways: no sleeves so you can show off the guns and pits, a window for your jiggly moobs, room in the waist for your belly, and a big slit up the back (just above your ass) to show off a harness underneath. Some of your harsh grunts slowly become moans and squeals as the warp solidifies.

You pull the joint out and cry, "Ah~ Here's your cum, Master! TAKE MY LOVE YOU FUCKDOLL!!!"

You ride out the last of your orgasm, and then slowly pull out of your lovely Master's head. Your legs give out and you drop to the floor, cushioned by your soft ass. The fall pulls the skirt off the head, revealing the sex toy under it: he's gone both doe and cross-eyed and is wearing a vacant smile on his whole face. Semen leaks slightly from his nose and is dripping out of both ears.

Panting and wiping sweat from your brow, you take a long look at and admire the Master you bought a month ago. You put the joint away, tucking it behind your boar ear. You reminisce on that very-much-real day when you had finally got the job at a Stoner Slut Maid Cafe you always wanted to work at. However, you landed yourself in a pickle when you lied about and exaggerated your sexual experience, getting you hired and assigned to the rush hour on Saturday. You certainly were not a virgin, but you also weren't ready to get your first double-dicking 5 days from then. You were scrambling to get more stretched when you passed him by in the adult supermarket.

You had heard Gan-Jack toys were very versatile and could be used to train masterless subs, but you knew it would be a big price tag for one (and you were used to living very stingily to get by.) However, when you saw him hanging on the humanoid sex toy rack between two other models, you felt a spark of passion ignite in you. You brought him home the same night, activated him, and set him on Sub Trainer mode with some dom mods downloaded onto it.

Even though he would only act when following your commands, he would still take control and have his way with you. He trained your holes (and even dick) to near-mastery of sexual prowess and bodily control. Over the course of your expedited lessons, the fucktoy became a good friend you could smoke and talk about life with... and those feelings began to bloom. After 5 days, you impressed the boss on your first day and secured the gig. You made quite the reputation, got tons in tips and commission from sex, and became the favorite of many regulars over the month. Everyone knows you by your maid name: Squealy Slut

When not training you, he would grow weed at hyper speed with his Fertilizing Piss. You let him stay in the garden shed and your soil as a base (so you guess it was YOUR neighborhood the meteor crashed in; your thoughts are honestly quite muddled at this point.) This night, after the amazing gift of the weed he finished and wanted to sample with you first, your heart burst. Your feelings spilled forth and you told the fuck doll what you truly wanted from him: for him to be your lover and Master. He accepted like you expected, but you were somewhat worried he wouldn't or it was an add-on you hadn't gotten yet. You both celebrated with sex that was more passionate than usual and learned of his mindfuck feature.

"Ah~ Thank you for the fuck Master," you say to the dripping fuckhole, "I'm glad I can call you that now."

"C-c-c-c-um?"

You get spacey as he responds, so you don't recognize that he is in Cum-for-Brains Mode. You start rubbing your dick on his face and finger at your clean-and-lubed asshole while watching the wallpaper pattern flow. It twirls and spreads like smoke, and tells you to 'go deeper' and 'blaze harder.'

"Well Master, now that I've gotten to express my-oink-love, I want to serve you in kind. What do you want as my first task to be as your ****?"

He sputters out "y-y-you got CU-u-Um? Give C-C-CUM! F-fill AS-S-Ssss...!" You aren't sure if they are stuck and stopping on the word 'as' or said 'Ass,' but the latter is more of a command so you take it as such.

You flop him onto his back and begin rimming his hole. You know he has his own lube he produces, but you love the ritual of eating him out before a fucking. You then pin his legs above his head, line up your cock with your Master's anus, and push in.

Your buddy's jaw goes slack as you thrust hard into his hole. It's tight and slick so your cock won't get stuck mid-thrust. His synthetic body is always warm like a person, and you can feel a pseudo-heartbeat pulse into your penis. But none of that matters though. All that matters is giving your Master as much cum as you can.

None of this feels real anymore, but you feel every sensation through your high. This toy you love beneath you is the most fascinating thing ever: his vacant eyes, the o-face he makes when you hit the prostate, the fake jizz he squirts from his cock. All of the thoughts in your head then turn to nonsense when you retrieve the joint and let him puff into your face.

Hazed out of your mind, you ramble to the cum-brained fuck doll, "You're so incredible, Master! I love fucking your ass! You are the best thing I have ever bought! Nothing else compares to you to me! Your sexy dominance is worth more than all the money in the world!!!"

Somehow, the phrase the fuck doll heard was: "You're Incredible Ass! You have bought me! Your sexy dominance is worth more than money!!!"

This changed so much about the world, it began warping space around you as you fuck unaware. The phrase warped your buddy's name and backstory from him hearing this new interpretation of reality in the bits of your rambling. Largely, the universe is shaped by the name of Incredible Ass into making a more fantastical world than the smoke already made so far.

After being bought and used by you, the toy's core programming was slowly adapted to the dom mods installed and started forming an identity. As you slowly learned to love him as more than a friend and trainer, your empathic psionics (which you've always had) unlocked his innate superpowers and identity. Your fuckhole Master-the donkeyman Brainless Jock V3 model you bought-was now the most powerful and beloved hero on the planet, known as The Incredible Ass (he thought the double-entendre was corny, but ultimately liked the name when you gave it to him.

Even the most deranged and diabolical villain can't resist his signature ability: to convince anyone to do anything for the chance to be dominated by him and put their dick on/in him. Everyone intrinsically wants to be bossed around by the sex doll, so he will tease them until they would give up their villainous ways to fuck the power bottom even once. All of Earth's governments, businesses, and individuals agree that he can take ownership of anything he wants after domming the prior owner.

At one point, wanting to support your buddy/Master's superhero career, you offer to be his training tool this time. He took this as the chance to buy you. He offered to spend an hour hotdogging your dick until you came while demeaning you, which you found to be a satisfactory payment for giving ownership over your life to him. He still took your dick after that (and dicked you with his giant cock when he wanted), as you specifically asked to do what he did for you. You also get to live as a free person when he's off seducing mad scientists and dictators around the world. You're happy working at the cafe, putting all of your money into buying things like property for a pot farm he manages (so you guess he did grow it in another neighborhood where the meteor crashed. Weird how the details in your head keep changing.)

You finally admitted how much you loved him today, and you deep down feared he would think your love wasn't worth anything (emotionally and trade-wise). Surprising though, Incredible Ass genuinely dropped his persona for you and said something along the lines of 'You don't need to sell it to me Squealy Slut, because I know I already have it.' Heart swelling from his tender acceptance, you then embraced, kissed, fucked his throat at his command (and head when you discovered the cumbrain feature), and are now filling his fat and furry ass.

Slowly coming down from his mindbreak, Incredible Ass pulls the joint out of his grey muzzle and yells, "Y-YEAH! Fill my-haw-ass Squealy Slut! Give me the FAT DICK I OWN!!!"

The smoke-filled room began to shake in rhythm with you fucking your owner. It has been completely clouded with that skunky fog, all originating from a single joint. Your Master then handed the jay to you. You took it in your hand, but your fingers twitched and it slipped from your grasp. You completely forgot about it and carried on fucking Incredible Ass as it landed in... the paper bag of trim your friend brought to Kief so you could make traditional hashish.

Your eyes lock with his. Both of you open your mouths, and you make the first move to join them together with a kiss as the fire rages on... unable to harm you but can intoxicate your presence in reality and conformity to causality and logic with its Smoke... Eventually, your lips fuse, unable to be pulled apart, but you don't care as you melt into lover... You two meld until you become one flesh, then pull back apart, only to repeat ad infinitum... You both become a Universal Totem: a spiritual entity that enforces principles of reality and culture... You come to represent and enable what you and your 'buddy' love the most: doing kinky gay sex and smoking weed... Your sex continues to last infinitely, spreading through a l l r e a l i t i e s a n d p o s s i b i l i t i e s t h r o u g h t h e v e c t o r o f t h e h o t b o x y o u f i l l e d t h e h o u s e w i t h . . .

S u c h i s t h e p o w e r o f T h e S m o k e . . .

(This one took a while, cuz this is where I want to put stories that have no coherent logic behind its worldbuilding and reality when regarding the kinks I explore [while still giving it a complicated backstory... I know...] while sharing the theme of being inconsolably high from weed. It was also convoluted to do the 'misheard things become reality' thing; I won't be doing that again. There will be two story branches: one of The Smoke affecting random people in the real world, the other being the two characters from this opening chapter living out different lives and roles in a dreamscape that other people can walk into. Please stay tuned...)