I just wanted to take a moment and thank everyone who has contributed to my Patreon over the last few months. My current total (after a few declined pledges this month) is 315 dollars. But onto the slightly bigger news! Like I mentioned earlier in an ask, I’m planning on expanding the number of commission slots available through Patreon next month. I already have someone waiting on a slot at the 50 dollar level, so I have no openings there, but I have opened one more slot at the 25 dollar level, for a 1000 word monthly commission of your choice. It’s first come first serve, so if you’d like it, head on over to https://www.patreon.com/wesleybracken and grab it before someone else does.
As always, I will have a new story for all of my patrons who have pledged five dollars or more, and I have a sneak peek below for everyone. This is a long one, so I’ll be posting half of it this month, and the second half next month over on Patreon. Enjoy!
Pipe Dreams
-Prologue-
“Are you certain you want to do this?” Professor Grimmel asked.
“You said it isn’t permanent right?”
“Well, you will be human again after the spell has done it’s work, but I can’t promise you’ll be the same person. Revenge…it changes everyone it touches. This isn’t something to take lightly.”
Jason Rutledge squirmed in his seat on the other side of the professor’s desk. He had grown closer to his advisor over the course of his Freshman year, but he hadn’t expected the older gentleman to open up to him as well. When Jason had told him about his homosexuality, and about his fears that his father might find out, and the emotional abuse he’d suffered, the professor had intimated something surprising–he was more than just a professor. He was also a wizard–and a powerful one at that.
The relationship that developed never reached the bedroom–Professor Grimmel said he refused to take advantage of his students, but when Jason came to him, and told him he couldn’t bear the thought of returning home to his father for the summer, especially now that he had begun opening up at school, and now that he’d found a real mentor in his professor. Jason was rather chubby, but sweet–Grimmel was certain that if he went home he would be miserable, but he refused all the same. In the end, after much pleading, he decided to offer Jason a spell that might give a chance to find peace with his father.
“I want to do this. I can’t…I can’t face him again. He–he deserves this, he’s horrible.”
Professor Grimmel frowned. He should say no. Jason was too angry…and yet, he also knew that his father deserved anything Jason might decide to give him. In the end, it had to be Jason’s choice–if he asked, he would cast the spell. “Did you bring everything you want to send to him?”
Jason unzipped his backpack, pulled out a shopping bag and put it on the desk. The professor stood up from the deck, and loosened his tie. “Well, if this is what you truly want,” he came around the desk, and stood in front of Jason, admiring him. He had hoped that he might be able to see him longer–he could have been such an adorable cub. He got down in front of Jason and undid the front of his slacks. Jason started to object, but the Professor looked up at him, and he stayed quiet. He pulled the front of his underwear down under Jason’s hard cock and balls, and then wrapped his mouth around the head of Jason’s cock, and inhaled.
Jason let out a gasp and went rigid, feeling something happen in his body, the air sucked from the base of his lungs, through his groin, and out his cock. He tried to saw something to the professor, to ask him what was happening, but he couldn’t speak. In fact, he couldn’t even move. The professor took another breath through him, and this time Jason felt his mouth open wide, wider than should have been possible, air flowing freely through him. With one more inhale, Jason was now frozen stiff, his mouth open impossibly wide, and the professor pulled the student’s stiff body from the chair and laid him on the floor of the office. He picked up a large pouch from his desk, reached in and started pulling out fistfuls of dark leaf pipe tobacco, and packed it into Jason’s wide mouth tamping it down, and then, with a snap of his fingers, the bowl burst into flame, and he began drawing smoke through Jason’s rigid body.
Jason could feel everything happening to him, as his arms and legs began shrinking up into his torso. His skin became more than stiff, the upper half of him turning into a rough briar, and the lower part slimming down into a wooden neck and stem. After a few minutes, his body had become an oversized pipe, with a half bend and a deep brown briar bowl. Professor Grimmel kept smoking him down, shrinking him until he could hold him in his arms, and then smaller still, until Jason resembled a perfectly normal pipe, just in time for the bowl to burn completely to ash.
He emptied the bowl and repacked it with a different tobacco–this one his own blend, pitch black, and yet in a certain light, glimmers of orange and red, like it was already aflame, could be seen. Before lighting Jason again, he opened the shopping bag Jason had brought, looked inside, and laughed. No imagination at all. He threw them in the trash. The professor instead got a box he’d brought along, and began placing some items of his own choosing items on his desk instead. He lit Jason again, sucked in a deep lungful of smoke, and began exhaling thick plumes of dark smoke over the items he’d brought, watching the shiny rubber suck the smoke in, and by the time the professor had finished the bowl, the items were all covered with a fine coating of ash. He carefully packed everything back into the box, putting Jason in on top with a typed note, and then taped it up. The next day, he mailed it to the address Jason had given him. Jason’s father certainly was in for an extreme surprise–and by the end of the summer, Professor Grimmel would have everything he wanted as well.
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