Smoke Machine
Added 2023-06-22 19:43:52 +0000 UTCCJ finished his trade work at the smoke shop, about to leave when he was handed some cigars on the house. CJ never considered himself a smoker, only having tried some when he was younger. He brought them back to his house anyway, setting them on the table to deal with later. As he relaxed he couldn't get the thought of them out of his head for some reason, seeing them in his mind. He could still smell the shop on him, reminding him of their flavor, and decided to grab one and light it.
The moment his lips were around the stoogie he felt a wave of relief. He'd never been addicted but could almost imagine this is what the first hit felt like for others. He couldn't stop himself from puffing away, feeling his gums going numb as the nicotine sank into his teeth. The sensation spread through the rest of him, his body slowly melting into the couch as his eyes began to glaze over.
He hadn't expected the effect it had on him, feeling his mind slowly eroded away by the fumes filling his head. The smoke curled in his skull sinking into his brain. In a moment he was vacant, no thoughts remaining behind an empty gaze as he continued to puff away. His face had thickened up, growing chubby to support his head with extra padding, leaning back and experiencing the flavors. The addiction slowly settled in his head, needing to come back to this state, wanting to just exist in the clouds.
It was a while before the cigar had burnt out, smoke still curling out from his lips as he began to come back from the depths. He blinked, coming back into consciousness, feeling something off. Not all of him was there, a part of him having dissolved, replaced with a hungry need for another stooge. He ended up as a new regular at the cigar shop, smoking himself away until there was little left of his mind untainted, just a dumb machine puffing away at the pipe.
