Smoke Daddy
Added 2023-04-04 00:58:44 +0000 UTCYou felt helpless as your friend shoved the thick cigar into your mouth, your body unable to resist the strong smoke that filled your lungs. You were over at his house for the first time, having been surprised to find him such a fan of cigars. A giant humidor sat in his living room, every wall of his house dripping with the smell of smoke. He had brought over a lit cigar, a huge one you could barely thought could be held in a mouth, but now you were choking on its flavor.
You had gasped in surprise, quickly drawing the smoke into your head, a novacaine-like numbness quickly spreading through your body. You couldn't move your arms as the sensation spread across them, your vision blurrying as your eyes lost focus. The tingle moved from your head to the rest of your body, the overwhelming need to cough not taking any effect as you felt the smoke continue to cascade down your throat.
It felt like you were drowning as a fuzzy tingle began wrapping your skin, something dark spreading across it from what little you saw. That's when you realized it was hair, spreading down from your face in a beard while thick curls drew over the rest of your body wrapping you in a shaggy blanket. You felt your mind finally starting to grow dim, the oxygen in your lungs entirely displaced.
Your eyes glazed over from the foggy smoke in your head, finally submitting to the stogie. In a moment you felt your friend's hand on you, caressing your new fur. His touch was electric, shocks of pleasure firing from every place his fingers grazed, parting your hair and exploring your smokey body.
You felt in place being worshipped by your boy, almost like you were where you'd always meant to be. After all, his purpose to serve his daddy. You watched as he looked up at you, eyes full of admiration as you felt a new type of power rippling through your veins. You knew you commanded him, and he'd do anything to please you. You knew this was the role you were always meant to have.
