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Darren was dreaming.

In the dream was a
room, empty other than a mirror and a small table.  On the table was a pipe, a lighter, and a tin
of tobacco.  Darren was directly across
the room from the mirror, and in it he could see himself as he had always been:
average height, thin body, hairless with a short but full beard, average-sized
cock.  He realized he was naked and
looked around for something to hide himself, but realized he was alone and
there was nothing other than the mirror and the table.  Suddenly his nakedness no longer bothered
him.  

He walked up to the
table and picked up the pipe.  He had
fantasized about smoking a pipe before, but had never tried it, for fear of
what people might think.  

“No one is here
to disapprove,” he thought, so he put down the pipe and picked up the tin
of tobacco.  He opened the tin, releasing
the scent of the tobacco, an earthy scent with a tang of honey and a deep musk
that sent a tingle through his body.  He
grabbed a generous pinch of tobacco, put the tin down, and picked up the pipe,
dropping the tobacco into the bowl.
Several of the tobacco bits overflowed over the side of the bowl, but
instead of falling to the table or the flow they fell toward Darren and
attached themselves to his body, instantly becoming short but coarse brown
hairs.  Darren tugged on one of the hairs,
and his eyes watered slightly with the sting.
As an experiment, he picked up another pinch of tobacco, too much for
the remaining space in the bowl, and dropped it in.  Once the bowl was filled, the remaining
tobacco pieces again attached themselves to his body.  Once these hairs grew, however, they started
spreading until he was covered with a thick pelt from head to toe.  He ran his fingers over the soft, plush, fur,
his cock rising as he did so.

Darren picked up the
pipe and the lighter.  He flicked the
lighter and placed the flame against the top of the tobacco, inhaling slightly
until the pipe started producing smoke.
It seemed odd to him that he not only knew how to pack and light a
tobacco pipe, but that he could take in the smoke without coughing, but he
shrugged it off.  He inhaled deeply and
released a plume of smoke that lingered before dissipating, then he clenched
the pipe between his teeth, taking in as much smoke as he could.  His first nose jet surprised him – first he
had a mouth full of smoke, next thing he knew two thick plumes were billowing
from his nostrils. Under the flow of the smoke, his moustache and beard grew
thick and long until the end of his beard brushed against his chest.  He continued to puff, realizing that with
every inhale his chest expanded more and with every exhale compressed
less.  He reached up to feel his chest,
his hands encountering a pair of spherical pecs topped by thick, sensitive
nipples.  He pinched his nipple between
his thumb and forefinger, and the sensation that tore through him almost caused
him to drop the pipe.  He brought his
fingers up to his other nipple and continued to squeeze them both, a deep grunt
issuing from his enlarged chest.  

He smoked and watched
himself in the mirror,  his gut swelling
to a full round ball before him until the head of his cock was being pushed
down by the weight of his gut, his arms and legs thickening and hardening with
solid muscle covered by a layer of fat, and his face aging until he resembled a
man in his late forties to early fifties.
By the time the pipe was smoked down, his physical transformation was
complete, but he immediately packed the bowl again and lit it, eager to suck
down as much smoke as he could.  His
hands explored his chest and gut as he puffed, finally wandering down to his
cock, which was much thicker and longer than he remembered – more sensitive
too.  He was unable to tear his eyes from
his reflection as he slowly jacked himself, his grunts deepening and the smoke
from his pipe thickening until he let out an earth-shattering growl and a plume
of smoke that nearly filled the room before plunging into his eyes, his nose,
his ears, any hole they could find.  Suddenly the world was white, other than his face and the hand holding the pipe.  Darren was surrounded and filled with the smoke all at once, and he felt
a deep satisfaction that he was finally complete.  If he looked down, he would have noticed that
the cum that flew from his cock had not landed on the table or the floor, but
dissipated in the smoky air, small eddies of white-gray mist.  

Darren’s cock suddenly jerked to life, pushing out thick
ropes and drops of cum that somehow changed to swirls of smoke and dissipated
before they hit his skin.

Darren slept on.

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