Bong Transformation

James got off the phone to a client and threw it on the sofa, just before the call he had broken his favourite bong. Annoyed, he grabbed some weed and rolled a joint to help him calm down. The strain of weed he rolled with was a new one; John. John was an amazing smoke, James felt John's need to be smoked and desire to please him, it had quickly become one of his favourite strains.

James had worked out a method of using human hosts as substrate for his strains. The hosts would lose consciousness, turn green and form crystals, finally after a few weeks plants would rapidly grow from their skin. This didn't hurt the boys, just kept them in torpor until he stopped providing them with the catalyst: another special strain of weed James would feed his "volunteers"

From what one of his previous plants had said, the plant has no memory of being tied up or the body horror of plants growing from them, but they do feel a connection to the weed once it's harvested and used. 

They experience bliss as they are smoked, and when they are released back into the world, fully human, all they remember is pleasure. Some return and beg James to turn them again, to grow them, they tell James that this was what they were born to do. Honestly James would prefer if they forgot everything about their time as a plant.

Each plant produces unique effects based on their desires before turning into a plant and John was particularly good. John was very submissive and timid, one day he visited to pick up some more weed and James decided to turn him.

James sat on the sofa and considered what to do. He desperately needed a new bong but couldn't get one at this time of day and didn't want to risk using the gas mask bongs he used to create plants.

James worked for a company called The Pig Factory, TPF for short, it was where he got the catalyst. TPF specialises in turning fantasy into reality. Secretly TPF have factories around the world, turning humans into rubber pigs, ponies, cows. But TPF also works on mind and body alteration, through drugs and other more esoteric methods. James picked up the phone and called a scientist friend from TPF he figured could help him.

"Hey, how's things in the lab?" James asked.

"How's things in the lab? What do you want, James?" The impatience dripped from every word.

Not long after the call James doorbell rang, lucky James lived pretty close to a TPF lab and the scientist had just the trick that James wanted which had just arrived by courier.

James opened the door, the courier must have been an experimental subject, his face looking more like a pitbull than a human and his hands, wide and furry. James took the package and gave the courier a scratch under his chin and told him he was a good boy. The courier smiled a wide pitbull smile and trotted back to his bike wagging his tail.

The instructions were simple, leave the desired item to be transformed to in a sealed container and open the vial provided. Wait 30 minutes and reseal the vial, making sure not to breathe in much of the vapour. James did as instructed and placed his broken bong and vial in a sealed container. James had glued the bong together, he had asked the scientist if it would still work and was assured so.

While the vial vapours were doing their thing, namely coding the form of the bong into itself, James got a call. Perfect timing, another customer and this one would be eager to obey and please. James prepared a joint, got dressed in his leathers and lit a cigar.

About 45 minutes later his customer, Max, arrived and James led him to the living room and shared a joint. 

"I have these crazy new poppers I want you to try, what do you say boy?" James said as he passed the joint to Max.

"Sure sounds fun, what are they like from Berlin or somefink?" Max asked

James got up and went to grab the vial. "Something like that" he said as he removed the vial from the box.

"Here, have a good pull on the joint and take some deep breaths of this" James said as he handed the vial to Max.

Max did as he was told, as Max exhaled James could already see Max's skin become glossy and reflective.

"Hit it again boy, it feels great doesn't it?" James ordered.

"Fuuuck, yes sir, this stuff is amazing" Max began to huff the vial, long 5 second Huff's, alternating nostrils for the best part of a minute.

"Huhnnn, I'm so hard sir" Max moaned.

James could see he wasn't wrong, as well as his cock becoming longer and harder, other parts of his body had too, almost imperceptibly Max was also getting smaller.

"What's happening to me?" Max said in an amused but slightly panicked tone.

"Don't worry boy, I'm here, just relax, you'll see" Cooed James.

Max's body was no longer human, what used to be Max's mouth and head was now the bowl, James gently began to fill Max's mouth with weed. Max's body was now hollow and ready to hold water, James respectfully filled it with Evian, he was out of Fiji water. Max's cock had now become the shaft of the bong, the shape of his cock still kind of visible in the glassy flesh.

For a couple of seconds Max panicked, he didn't feel pain but he also couldn't understand why he was unable to move and how badly he needed to be used. He just wanted sir to use him, smoke though him.  As James lit the bowl Max's mind melted, as if he had been hit with the high of a thousand edibles, everything suddenly felt touched by the divine. James began to suck on Max, pulling the smoke though his water filled body and shaft of a cock. The feeling was intense, like a long unending orgasm, an endless stream of cum being sucked out of him.

James let out a satisfied and relaxed sigh.

"Oh yeah, that's what I needed, good bong"

In the minutes waiting to be packed and smoked again Max's whole being was screaming to be used.