Cigar Bliss

Ken was walking along the store fronts when one certain caught his nose as he passed it. He turned and looked, a cigar bar smack right in the middle of town. Despite the haze that lingered inside, the smell didn't remind him of smoke. It was a hearty earthly scent that warmed his insides like a good sip of whiskey.

He found himself stepping inside to a long narrow bar, instantly relaxing. The slight smoke inside only allowed him to breath deeper as it opened up his airways and giving him a soft high. He looked around at the clientele, each rather heavyset and fuzzy with different sized stooges, each one as at ease as Ken. The most Ken got from them was a raised eyebrow.

The sole store keep approached. "How can I help?"

Ken had never been in a cigar bar or gotten a cigar himself, only having ever shared one with a friend. He smiled shyly. "Im sorry Ive never gotten a cigar myself, what do you recommend?"

The store keep looked Ken up and down, almost seeming to look deeper than Ken's appearance. He began to nod. "I think I can help you out. You look like you could let out a lot of weight."

He turned around, and selected a roll from a huge humidor cabinet before approaching Ken with it. "This is our most popular." He said, handing it over after putting it in a small case. "On the house, I'm sure you'll make your way back here."

Once Ken was back at his house, emptying his pockets when he came across the plastic case reminding him of the cigar bar. He had quickly forgotten about it after he left, but seeing the case brought back the memory.

He looked at the case uneasily. He didn't want to smoke, right? It was only an in the moment thing when his nose had brought him into the store. He thought back to the scent in the store, the husky warmth. He opened the box, hoping for the same smell, putting his nose to the cigars and taking a breath.

He was there. It wasn't the same since they weren't lit, but it was there. After all, why not light one now?

Grabbing a sharp knife, he cut the tip off the white one and grabbed a match lighting it. He brought the cigar to his lips and began sucking with the match at the other end until embers started to form. He breathed the smoke into his mouth, instantly feeling the same as when he was in the bar. He let the soft high take over, and let himself fall into one of his chairs.

He didn't know the last time he had been this bliss. As he smoked the cigar, all his thoughts seemed to wisp away, leaving his head empty aside from the smoke, the only thing left to do enjoy the cigar.

As he puffed, a fuzzy warm tingle spread around his face. It was almost like being number at the dentist, comfortable. It didn't stop at his cheeks. He felt it spread down, taking over his neck spilling onto his chest, filling the space around his lungs. He opened his shirt absentmindedly.

He should have been nervous he thought, not knowing what was in these, but he kept dutifully puffing away, too occupied enjoying the cozy sensation. like having his skin wrapped by a plush blanket. It was like his body had been covered in fuzz, his shirt movements constantly brushing against it, letting him enjoy the sensation even more.

He didn't realize what was actually happening as a beard wrapped his thickening face, a second chin dropping as hair continued down and spread across his chest. A growing belly had filled out the shirt, pushing it out untucking it from his shorts. Soon he was a thick unit of a man, the smell of smoke wrapping him like the amount of lard he held spilling out in his stomach.

Without his thoughts to keep track of time, the cigar seemed to disappeared in an instant. His thoughts sparked back to life, wondering why time had lasted so short, but knowing he wanted more.