Smoke Feed (Sketch)

“Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

Will’s head was a bit foggy from the smoke, his vision too. He sucked in a bit more from the pipe, letting it out in two streams from his nostrils, hand never leaving his cock. He could see his roommate in the doorway to his room. He had, at some point while smoking, stripped naked, and he was sitting in his chair in front of his computer, jacking off. This seemed normal to him, and he was a bit annoyed at the interruption.

Steve did not think this was normal at all. “You know this building is supposed to be smoke free, you need to be outside to smoke that thing. And could you at least shut your door when you’re jacking off? No one wants to see that.”

He shut the door before Will could say anything, and shook his head. That was weird–Will had never said anything about smoking a pipe. And now that he thought about it more, something about his roommate had seemed kind of off. Will was constantly going to the gym and dieting to keep his figure pristine, but through the smoke, had he seen a gut? And a hairy one at that? That made no sense either, Will shaved religiously every day, so much that Steve usually had to yell at him once a week to unclog the shower drain.

Will didn’t emerge for the rest of the day, but it was clear that he was still smoking. Annoyed, Steve opened all the windows in the apartment and then went out to dinner and stopped by the bar; when he got back at least the air was clearer, though Will’s door was still shut. Steve knocked, but got no answer, and didn’t want to intrude. Still, they were going to have a talk tomorrow, that was for sure. He went to his room and stewed for a bit, before jacking off to some porn, and then climbed into bed and fell asleep.

It was a few hours after he’d fallen asleep that Will’s door opened, and he slipped out into the apartment, his pipe still lit and spewing smoke. It was bigger now, with a deeper bend in the wood, huffing smoke. We walked through the apartment, naked, grunting and grumbling softly, shutting all the windows Steve had opened earlier, and then crept to his roommate’s room, and cracked open the door, careful to keep the hinge from squeaking, and he crept inside. Steve didn’t wake, and Will stood by his bed, and began carefully exhaling plumes of smoke over his roommate’s face, at first weakly, watching the first tendrils slip in his nose and mouth, and then grew braver, longer streams of smoke, watching Will’s sleeping head turn towards him, inhaling deeper, whimpering, cock hard under the blankets, his body beginning to change, growing thicker and hairier, stubble and then a beard filling in across his face. He was beginning to stir and cough, but Will couldn’t slow down or stop. He leaned in closer, feeling his own heavy gut press down against his thick, hard cock, his beard brushing against his flabby chest, hair white in the moonlight. He pursed his lips inches from Will’s open mouth, and he exhaled directly into him several times, the changes happening faster now, hair growing longer, turning a dingy grey, and then, after one long inhale on the stem of his new massive pipe, he locked lips with his roommate and forced his breath into him, feeling him cough and wake, find himself lip locked with Will, and unable to force himself free.

No, not free, he didn’t…want to be free. He wanted the smoke, he wanted Will’s smoke. Not just any smoke, but the second hand, the taste of Will’s lungs in his own, he craved it, without being able to put it in so many words. But more, more than that. He pushed up his body after Will pulled away, feeling weak and frail, and saw the cock there, and crawled to it, to the edge of the bed, and swallowed it down. Will gripped his long grey hair in one hand and pumped his cock down Steve’s throat, and as he did, he felt something strange happen with the pipe, he could feel it pushing itself into his mouth, uncurling like a living being, pushing his mouth wide and worming into him, down his throat and into his lungs. He choked for a moment, and then heaved a great inhale, followed by a sigh of smoke and a blast of cum from his cock right into Steve’s mouth, feeling it overflow and run down into his beard.

Steve smoked him for the rest of the night, sucking the smoke straight from Will’s lungs, unable to stop, the addiction only growing deeper the more he sucked down, his body atrophying further. The apartment, at this point, was saturated with smoke, but neither of them minded, but it was slipping out through the cracks and into the hallway, tendrils searching out mouths and noses nearby as their neighbors began waking and preparing for the day. Many of them were aware of a peculiar sweet smoke on the air as the walked the hallway the next few days, and the men were all slowly drawn to the door, testing the doorknob, breathing a bit deeper when they were near, eyes glazed, until one day, it was unlocked, and they fought their way inside, into the fog of smoke, stripping away their clothes and lives as they did–but Will was waiting for them, he would feed them, like he’d fed Steve. He’d feed them all, and they’d be so happy together, forever.