You text your drug dealer
Bored and out of options you decide to spice up the day and get some weed. Texting your dealer Vincent he’s says he’ll stop by in an hour to drop of the best weed he’s ever smoked. About five hours later Vincent finally pulls up
“Hey sorry man I fell asleep, but here you go” he said handing you a baggy of weed.
“Thanks” you said in a condescending tone as you closed the door and walked back to your couch. Rolling a blunt you kicked up your feet and turned on the TV as you began to smoke. The weed had a strong taste to it and after a few hits you were starting to feel it. Getting up to get some water your clothes almost fell off you as you now started to shrink in size. Thinking it was just you being high you continue into your kitchen and grab a bottle of water, as you reach for it you see your skin begin to darken in tone. “This is some strong ass weed” you think to yourself as you head back to the couch. Sitting back down you set your feet on the table and looked down to see your legs had now slimmed out and your skin turned light brown. You didn’t panic however as the weed started to mess with your head, long curly black hair down to your shoulders as your underwear became a set of lingerie and you shirt tore apart becoming a robe and a bra that covered your growing tits. Taking a rip of the blunt you felt as your dick slowly melted away leaving a clit in its place.
After exploring your new body you text Vincent thanking him for the weed and asking if there was any way you could get some more. Maybe he would have a way to satisfy your new urges too.
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