Oh? A blank transformation form? That’s one heck of an opportunity! Let’s see if we can’t get a little direction from your background though.
You’re a college graduate. That’s nice. Being about thirty is a nice age as well. You played hockey, which is a great sport. I personally think that you’d be better suited to basketball with that height, however! On top of the blonde hair and blue eyes, you’re just the peak of genetic perfection aren’t you?
This puts quite a bit of pressure on me then. What’s the transformation you give to the guy who has everything naturally? Perhaps…
Okay, I think I might have something. Follow me.
This week is the the celebration of the Father Bear, a keeping sacred in nature and indulgent in practice held by the Brotherhood of Bears. That’s why you may notice so many naked, furry men are in the halls of the Foundation today. The week long holiday brings bears from all around the world to the Foundation. There is one in particular I’d like you to meet though.
This is one of the Foundation’s bathrooms, but more importantly, that is the famous “Sea Bear” in the tub. You’ve never heard of him? But he’s so famous in the bear community! He is known far and wide for his penchant for excessive bathing to gorgeous effect.
Why did I want you here? Well, don’t be rude. I want you to bath with him. Don’t scoff! Some people pay to get in a tub with this man! You’re still not getting the whole picture, are you? Look, just take off you clothes and get in the tub. There will be no judgement, and it’s there’s room enough that you don’t even have to touch. Come on!
There! That wasn’t so bad, was it? I’m so excited to see the legendary Sea Bear work his magic! Do you feel it yet? They say it’s a warm tingle that starts near your butt. It feels like you just farted, but there are no bubbles. Then the hair starts growing all over along with the tattoos. You become more masculine and fat bulges out with the muscle.
Then come the thoughts. You realize that you’re a cub, that the man across the tub from you is your daddy, and you’re his little cub. You just go head over heels for your daddy. I can tell that that’s true from the way you’re blushing.
Aw, look at that smile! Yes, you’re going to be a a great lil’ cub here, aren’t you? You’ll probably be leaving with you’re daddy’s sleuth though. He has to sure none of the Brotherhood he leads gets into trouble, and they’re all cute little cubs like you.
I took this pic so you could see what was happening too me. You can still tell its me. Same eyes. Same smile. Same beard, but obviously so much more gray. It’s really happening fast. I’m sure I’ll be completely transformed by the end of the day. I doubt I’ll be able to text again until after after it happens and I can learn to control it. Change at will. So if you want this… If you want to be with who I am becoming… Get here soon. Don’t be afraid. I’m not. I’ll feed you my seed and make you like me. We will be happy together. Finally. ❤️🌕🐻
I was just a teenager looking to earn a little extra cash, so when my neighbor, Mr. Junkett, told me he would pay me fifty bucks a day to help him with some home improvement work, I jumped at the chance, even though I didn’t really know anything about it. I assumed it would just be some painting or something, but I found out on the first day that he was putting in an entire new wing of his house! Still, I’d agreed to help, and it was good money, and I knew I’d learn a lot from him.
I don’t know when I noticed the first changes, how I was becoming more muscular, my gut filling out, picked up a couple of tattoos even though I couldn’t remember how I’d gotten them, and I’d started smoking cigarettes just like Mr. Junkett. This photo was taken about a month after we’d gotten started…and I remember looking at myself, not even sure it was me.
I started spending more and more time with him, working, and soon I was there constantly, sleeping on his couch after he fed me huge meals and encouraged me to drink beer after beer…and then I was sleeping in his bed, waking up with his arms around me, his…cock still lodged in my ass. I knew it was wrong, but I liked it–pretty soon he was fucking me all the time, and I was begging him for it–just the scent off his musky pits was enough to have me bent over, pants down, begging for a rough fuck.
That old me has started to fade though. I’m not as smart as I was, and I don’t think I even finished high school. I’m in my forties with a mullet and a thick beard–my parents don’t even recognize me as their son, and…I live with Gary Junkett, my partner in public, and my master in private. Still, I can’t wait to see our new sex dungeon when it’s finished in a few more days. Master tells me we’re going to have a big party to celebrate, and my holes are going to be the main attractions.
What an old fashioned idea. Smoking a pipe. He bought it on a whim. A strange urge he felt deep inside him.
Moving out to his garage to light it for the first time gave him a thrill. He pictures himself sitting in his open garage, smoking his pipe, waving at the neighbors. He was gonna be a pipe smoker. He didn’t care what people might say about someone his age puffing away on a pipe.
As the rich earthy scented smoke filled his senses he felt warm. The ethereal white wisps of smoke lingered around him, not dissipating. One by one they began to land in him. His face. His head. They clung to him. Light, delicate, strands of smoke that were acclimating on him.
Within moments it looked like he had a white wig on. The smoke the clung to his beard took on a more opaque appearance. He reached up to fan the smoke away from his face but quickly realized it wasn’t going away.
The smoke began to wrap around his body like a cocoon. Changing him. He clenched the pipe in his now white bearded maw and rubbed his hands across his body trying to scatter the smoke. But it was to no avail. He could feel himself changing. The former inner warmth now radiating out as his once lightly hairy chest now bloomed with thick white clouds of hair.
No longer the man he used to be he now looked every bit the part of a pipe smoker.
"Daniel hurry up, your date’s going to be here any moment now.“
Robby knocks on his twins bedroom door, hearing his twin rustling around
his room as he rushes to get ready. “Dude you’re the one that sprang
this blind date on me all of a sudden.” Daniel quips, It’s been awhile
since he’s gone out with anyone, the other day he and Robby made a few
joke signs poking fun at the fact, though Daniel didn’t expect for Robby
to plan a blind date with some guy he talked to over some dating app.
Daniel had thought about calling it off, but Robby managed to talk
Daniel into giving the guy a chance, showing Daniel is picture the guy
did look like Daniel’s type so what not give it a shot? “Okay how do I
look?” Daniel asks opening the door, dressed in a dark purple button
down shirt, and a pair of dark khaki pants. “this to over dressed?
Should I go more causal?” Robby let’s out a laugh at his twins worry.
“No you look fine bro, don’t worry so much.” Robby claps his twin on the
shoulder just as the door bell rings
Daniel feels
nervous and excited as he walks to the door, Robby going off to his own
room after receiving a call from work. Daniel pauses long enough at the
door, he takes a deep breath and
opens the door a smile on his face, the smile quickly dropping when he
sees the man behind the door, who doesn’t look anything like his date.
The guy for one was nowhere near his twenties or a blonde smooth toned
personal trainer like his profile had said, for one thing this man
looked to be pushing late forties earlier fifties with his bald head and
bushy greying beard. and had a large belly on him so doubtful he worked
at a gym, let alone be a personal trainer. The man was also dressed
inappropriately, wearing black leather gloves and cuffs, a pair of dark
leather pants, he also wore a leather jacket but you could easily tell
he wasn’t wearing a shirt underneath. “Hey there, I’m Bruce, ready to go
out boy?” The man, asks breaking out into a wide grin, checking out
Daniel, his grin growing wider as he does. “Umm.” is all Daniel can say
in that moment, to shocked at what’s going on. “I-I’m sorry sir,” “Call
me Bruce please.” The man,Bruce interjects with a smile. “Bruce, I think
there’s been a mistake.” Daniel starts trying to think of what to say
that won’t come off as rude.
“Oh? What kind of mistake?” Bruce
questions, propping himself up against
the door frame. “See I was expecting someone else.” Daniel begins to
explain when the guy cuts him off. “Nope, there’s no mistake,” Bruce
says. Daniel goes and pulls out his phone “Yeah there was
see this is the profile of the guy I was suppose to go with” Daniel
pauses when he
gets to the guys profile, instead of it being what it was the other day
the picture having done from the attractive fit blonde guy to a picture
of the man standing before them, the other details of the profile
changing as well, even the messages had been altered. “I don’t
understand” Daniel mutters, frowning down at his phone in confusion.
“See
told you there was no mistake.” Bruce smirks reaching and grabbing
Daniel’s by the hand. “Come on Danny, just come out with me, see how it
goes.” Bruce says, rubbing small circles into Daniel’s hand, Daniel
feeling a strange tingle pass through him, finding himself nodding
along. “O-Okay, just this one date.” He finds himself saying aloud
without really thinking, allowing Bruce to lead him out of the house.
The door closing just as Robby comes back. “Hey Bro so I got to head
into work for a few.” Robby pauses when he sees Daniel’s already left.
Strange he thinks, he had thought Daniel would have stuck around a bit
before leaving. He shrugs it off, thinking Daniel was to excited about
going out and wanted to get the date started. Robby goes about his
business heading off to do a errand for work, hoping he is home in time
to see how his brother’s date goes.
Robby gets home a
couple hours later, the errand had
taken longer then he thought it would, pulling into the driveway he
sees an unfamiliar busted up truck in the driveway. ‘Wonder if that’s
Daniel’s date’s truck.’ he thinks stepping out of his car and heading
for
the door, unlocking and stepping inside. “Daniel? I’m home.” Robby calls
out just in case he and his date are fooling around somewhere. Robby
walks further into the house, walking past his twins room but pauses
when he hears grunting, stopping long enough to catch a scent of smoke.
Which is odd since he knows Daniel doesn’t smoke. Curious he knocks on
the door. “Daniel?” he calls out. When he gets no response Robby opens
the door. What Robby sees in his brothers room shocks him to the point
all he can do is stand there frozen as he tries to process what’s going
on. On his
Robby see’s an overweight man, looking to be in his forties, wearing
crotch less leather pants, with a leather vest one, and leather harness
around his large frame; With a younger guy positioned in front of him on
all fours.
“What
the fuck is this?!” Robby yells, disgusted at what he sees. The sound of his voice causes
the younger man getting fucked to look up, when theirs eyes meet Robby takes a
step back the moment he sees the gagged man’s face. “Daniel?!” Robby shouts,
Daniel tries to say something , but it comes out muffled due to the gag in his
mouth. “Oh god what’s happened to you?” Robby tries to step into the
room but finds himself unable to step past the doorway as the leather
man speaks, “Good you’re home now. Was just prepping your boy here to
receive his punishment.” The man says, blowing a mouthful of smoke out into
the already smoke filled room. Hearing him speak sends on odd chill
through Robby as he stares at the man. ‘I don’t know who you are or what
you’re talking about, but get the hell away from my brother’ Robby had
wanted to say, but once really looking at the older man he feels
something strange overcome him, so instead only says “What?” in
response. “I caught your boy here at the bar by himself trying to hook
up with other bears, didn’t see you around so I dragged him out and
brought him home to ya so you can punish him. I know how you like to be
the only one fucking the hell out this cub’s ass unless you’re around to
give him permission to hook up with another bear Rob.”
Hearing
the man call him ‘Rob’ causes Robby’s body to tense up, his eyes
glazing over. Robby can hear his brother make noise as to get his
attention but hears the leather man, Bruce, shush him followed by a smack.
Wait how did Robby know the guy’s name? He never met him before had he?
As he looks at Bruce he feels his mind becoming even more hazy, unaware of
what’s about to become of him. “H-he was at a bar?” Robby says in a
monotone voice. “Yeah, had just gotten there and saw him handing around
the bartender up front, asking him to be taken out back and fucked.”
Bruce says, smirking as he watches Robby’s clothes shift on him, his
blue button up shirt darkening till it’s black, the fabric hardening
into smooth leather, the sleeves separating from the shirt, moving
around and wrap around Robby’s chest forming into a leather harness the
shirt becoming a leather vest. “D-did the bartender do it?” Robby’s says
in the same monotone voice, scratching his chest with his now leather
gloved hand as dark hairs grow across his smooth muscular chest, second
later his pecs and stomach are covered in body hair. “Nope, Travis
was working there and knows he belongs to you and turned him down.”
Bruce says, watching as Robby nods his head, his stubble beard growing
thicker and downwards into a thick bushy beard. Daniel tries again to
get his twin to look at him, to tell him to get out before it’s to late,
but the gag continues to make his pleas unheard. “Thought I said for
you to shut it boy.” Bruce snarks, slapping Daniel’s ass once more.
Unfortunately
for Daniel, Robby’s too far gone now. Robby continues to process what
Bruce has said, his flat toned stomach bulging out and forming into a
pouch, that expands out to a decent sized belly, Robby’s pecs softening a
bit and sagging, now resting on a part of the harness strap. The increased
weight Robby gained causes him to grunt and shift on his feet, trying to
support his larger form he props himself against the door, his mind
swimming with new memories taking over his old ones. ‘Fuck, what’s
happening to me? I- I have to get my brother and get out of here.’ he
thinks before his head ache’s. ‘Wait I don’t have a brother do I?’ Robby
grunts again, remembering now that he doesn’t have a twin, or any
sibling for that matter, growing up an only child. “Fuck” Robby grunts
again trying steal to fight off the invading memories, not seeing Bruce
take the cigar out his mouth and making it appear in Robby’s. Robby
surprised clenches his teeth as if on instinct and begins to take quick
puffs from the cigar, a little surprised he isn’t coughing it up having
never smoked a day in his life before. But that’s not true, he’s been a
smoker for years now, having picked the habit up in college. With that
thought Robby’s face begins to lose any of his youthful features, skin
becoming weathered and wrinkled, patches of grey hair growing in his
beard, his hair on his head hardening and turning leather, forming into a
cap that rests on hi now bald head.
“Doing okay over there Rob?” Bruce asks seeing Robby just standing there still. Hearing
himself being called just ‘Rob’ snaps Robby out of it, his eyes going
back to normal and steps further into the room, his old self completely
gone now once he enters the room. “Yeah bud I’m good.” Rob says blowing
smoke out his mouth. “Just trying to think of what to do with my
disobedient boy here.” he finishes putting the cigar back in his mouth
as he takes the ball gag out of Daniel’s mouth. Once the gag is removed,
Daniel releases a startled cry. “Robby, Im so sorry, I should have
never gone out with this guy.” Daniel starts, the confused frown on
Robby’s new face devastates him further. “Please try to remember who you
were, fight what he’s done to you I know you can.” Daniel finishes.
Moment’s later Rob lets out a laugh. “Boy you sure do have an active
imagination tonight don’t ya Danny?” Rob smirks, blowing a mouthful of
smoke into Daniel’s face, who coughs in return. “Robby come on you’re my
twin you have to realize something’s happened to you, please.” Daniel
tries to plead with Robby to remember once more, this time getting a
scowl from the man. “Boy I’m in no mood for your games tonight.” Rob
grunts, grabbing Daniel by the chin forcing him to look at him. “And
what have I told you to address me as boy?” When Rob doesn’t get an
answer he let’s go of Daniel and sighs. “Don’t know what’s gotten into
you tonight boy, but looks like I’m going to have to punish you after
all.” Rob says, unzipping his worn out jeans and pulling his sweaty fat
cock out. Daniel’s eyes widen and tries to move away but somehow finds
himself bond in leather restraints and wearing a harness similar to
Rob’s. “Robby don’t do this! Bruce did something to you, please try and
think about it!” Daniel’s desperate now, starting to really panic as the
situation keeps getting worse. “All Bruce did was be a good friend and
bring my disobedient cub home.” Rob starts but Daniel cuts him off.
“That’s a lie! We didn’t even know him till tonight. See you’re my twin
brother that set me up on a blind date, but instead of the guy we
thought was coming it was him and he somehow got me to go with him to
this disgusting bar where he tried to transform me, but I managed to get
away and come back here before he could. But he somehow beat me here
and was in the process of turning me when you came home.” Daniel
finishes explaining, Looking up at Rob and hoping this works and his
brother remembers, for a moment he thinks Rob does remember, but is
quickly let down when he sees him pulling his pants further down. “Danny
boy you’re really not making sense, I’ve known Bruce almost 20 years
now.” Rob says, he thinks about continuing on with how long he’s known
Bruce but when he sees Danny opening his mouth he really doesn’t want to
hear anymore of this weird ass story he is so adamant is true. So before
he can speak another word, Rob shoves his thick cock into Danny’s
mouth, holding his head in place so he can’t pull away.
Daniel
sputters and tries hard to get his brothers cock out his mouth, the
strong grip Rob has on his head and Bruce behind him holding him in
place makes it useless. Daniel wants to cry, wishing this was just a
nightmare, but the further Rob fucks Daniel’s mouth the more he gets
into it, even getting to the point he starts to moan and suck on it.
Once he starts Rob stops face fucking him instead allowing his cock to
bob his head up on down on his cock,Rob watching his cub eagerly blowing
him now. Daniel’s mind becomes unfocused as a new life is being written
for him, his old memories disappearing as his body swells up like a
balloon with fat, his swollen gut sliding on top the bed and his fat
jiggles as he works his daddy’s cock. Fuck he loves sucking off his
daddy like this he doesn’t even know why he had gone to that bar tonight
and try and get some random bear to pleasure when he has his Daddy Rob
to please at home.
As those thoughts become more
frequent the more Daniel loses himself and any small resistance he had,
moaning when Rob bucks his hips forward and blows his load into Danny’s
mouth, who swallows every drop of his daddy’s cum greedily, Danny’s own
cock twitching and leaking precum. When Danny pulls off he goes to jerk
himself off, only to be stopped by Rob’s large hand grabbing Danny’s
“Nah uh boy, Think of this as your punishment. You don’t get to cum
tonight, instead I’m going to fill both of your holes full till you’re
completely wrecked. Is that clear?” Danny nods and tries to resist
grabbing his aching cock. “I said is that clear boy?!” Rob says louder.
“Y-yes Master Rob.” Danny says laying down on the bed as Rob gets up on
the bed preparing to fuck Danny’s ass neither of them noticing that
Bruce has left them, having gone off to the bar to pick out his own cub
to take home for the night or notice their house changes around them,
the bed becoming bigger, the house becoming filled with various kinds of
sex toys and leather gear, along with items that go with the pair’s new
life, anything that would hint the two were brothers before
disappearing.
I watched my longtime college buddy Jim as he put the cigar in his mouth. He’d never had one before, but when the man at the store counter insisted that he try it, he thought he’d just give it a shot. He’d always been curious – that I knew.
As he puffed in the middle of the street, I couldn’t help but breathe in the smoke he exhaled. Man, that smoke was strong. Made me feel lightheaded. My eyes started watering – so much that I couldn’t even see straight. Was Jim wearing plaid? That was odd. And he looked – scruffy. But Jim was always clean shaven. Not only that, but it looked like a caterpillar had crawled across his upper lip. Jim had never been able to grow facial hair – let alone a mustache like that. And he seemed taller. Older, too… It definitely wasn’t the lighting. He absolutely seemed older. Maybe 45. As old as my dad… which was a weird thought, considering I was 28.
28? Yeah… that’s right. 18. Absolutely 18. I’m such a dumb boy sometimes. Well, not sometimes. All the time, really. 18, short, and dumb. And horny. Constantly really. And always hungry. Good thing my daddy bear Jim here thinks for me and makes sure that I’m fed a bunch of times a day. Can never get enough though.
When his Biker SIR snapped the lock shut, he had no idea the chain and lock were magical artifacts. In just a few short hours he went from hairless, skinny, straight teen to furry, middle aged, bald, bearded, bottom Bear.
The shocked look on his face when he looked in the mirror was captured and posted on tumblr by SIR… and SIR would post update pics as the tattoos were etched upon his skin and his transformation into full Biker Cub continued.
SIR would make him earn his leathers, of course… after a few years, he would help SIR find more men to change.
Jack felt different. Older, even. His tongue licked his
tobacco-tasting moustache as he reached for a cigar. As he shifted, he
realised his hole was plugged. He moaned to himself as it manouvered
within him. He was sure he was supposed to be at a job somewhere, but
let the pleasure take him over.
He found a note by his bed.
It read: “Last night you said you hated the bar whores, mostly because
you wish you could be more like them. Your wish was our command!”
Then Jack realised. And eventually a smile crept across his face. He was a bar whore. He looked at himself in his thong and knew it had to be true. Looking at the clock he started to prep himself for his next shift.
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.
It had been a decent enough weekend for Eric as he headed back to campus. He just couldn’t find the motivation he once had. Classes weren’t going well. This was partially due to his lack of attendance. Eric figured that once he started failing a class there was no hope to recover, so why keep going.
His parents had yelled him about wasting time and money. Not like it was there money anyway. Eric had taken out enough student loans to cover each semester. Eventually Eric stopped talking to his parents about school and would change the subject when it came up.
Eric’s one moment of peace and quiet was talking with his Grandfather. More appropriately, sitting around quietly with his Grandfather while he smoked his pipe in the front stoop. Eric would complain about college and all his Grandfather would say was how it wasn’t for everyone. Once Eric heard that he would feel relaxed. Eric’s Grandfather rarely have advice. He would just listen for long periods of time and then would say one or two sentences that would just make it all click and seem so clear. The pipe smoke didn’t hurt either. Eric enjoyed the smell of his Grandfather’s pipe, but he know that his parents would kill him if he started smoking on top of everything else they was going on.
As he left he made the same empty promises to change the the always would tell his parents. Just to get them off his back. As he made his way to his vehicle Eric’s Grandfather came up to the car window and handed Eric a neatly wrapped package.
“Something to help you get through these troubling times.”
Eric just smiled, thanked him, and drove off.
As he headed out of town he stopped at a gas station to tank up before the long eight hour journey. He looked at the package sitting next to him on the passenger seat. Deciding to see what his Grandfather gave him he tore into the plain paper.
Inside the box was a pouch of smoking tobacco, some pipe tools, and a case with a pipe. A note had been placed in there as well.
“Eric- I hope this helps you find yourself.”
Excited, Eric packed the pipe like he’d seen his grandfather do so many times before. The first few puffs were rough. He’d take the rich smoke in too deeply. Hold it too long. Eventually he got into a pattern. He looked at himself in the rear view mirror and chuckled at the site of such a pipe stick from the face of a college man.
He drove on and kept the pipe going as he did. Refilling it as needed. Eric kept the windows rolled up. He figured if he was going to smoke now he might as well immerse himself in it. He never minded the way his Grandfather smelled of pipe smoke anyway.
As he drove Eric felt a warmth inside him. It reminded him of a post-Thanksgiving meal. A feeling of being full and content. His jaw would seem to ache every so often from clenching the pipe. Eric would rub his jaw. The moment he felt stubble he looked at himself in the reflection. He’d just shaved that morning but he already had a few days worth of stubble. But rather than be alarmed he thought about how good the pipe would look hanging from a bearded face.
He patted his belly in contentment taking note of the difference but again being oddly okay at the change. Why would he have a belly. He wasn’t particularly active.
The smoke swirled around as he drove. He only would crack the window every so often if I became too smokey to see.
As he would bring his hand to his face he noted that the stubble had continued to grow. He stroked his beard for effect. Noting that his eyes seemed tired looking. Maybe it was the drive. Maybe it was the smoke. Was that gray in his beard?
When he stopped for lunch he hoisted himself from his car, he noted his change in weight. As the fresh air hit him he was startled by his appearance. A couple inches of beard hanging from his aged face. He looked to be in his thirties and not at all the young college student he actually was. The only thing that pushed through this shock was his hunger. He needed food.
Ordering more than his fair share at a nearby burger place he wolfed it down with a voracious appetite. Never one to turn down a meal, he burped and patted his belly.
Back to the car he was nervous about getting back in. Maybe he could get to campus and figure out what to do. Maybe find something online that would explain it. He’d seen people sharing posts before about those who experienced changes as a result of smoking cigars or finding unusual items. Maybe somehow his Grandfather had found such a thing. But those were just stories he told himself. At least he told himself before he was a part of one.
He relit his pipe and found solace in the calming smoke. Only slightly noticing that with each puff his face would age another year. His beard would grow a little longer, graying as it did.
He found a secondary calming effect in stroking his growing beard. It helped his mind focus. Get to campus. Find out what is happening. Find out where he can get more tobacco. Find out if there are other pipe smokers like him that work there.
Yes. Work there. Eric had been a custodian there for years now. Ever since he couldn’t cut it as a student. At first it was a lie to tell his parents he was still going to college. But eventually it became his primary job.
His mind was as foggy as his car. He needed to call his Grandfather. No, that couldn’t be. He was almost the same age. His brother? Yeah. His brother who’d always watched out for him. He new he could help figure something out.
Eric stepped out of the car once he got to his apartment just off campus. He trudged himself inside after a nice holiday weekend at his brother’s.
As he sat down in his recliner he fired up his pipe once again and felt at ease in his life. Knowing that he still had the rest of the evening to relax before there would be college students messing up the campus. Creating work for him to do. He was happy with it though. It wasn’t anything too difficult and afforded him the luxury of not having any one expect too much from him. Eric had finally found himself.
Stuck as Santa 