The Witch And The Bong-Chapter 1: Winter

Story by DarthStrainjyer

Okay, I know my wrting isn't very popular here. But here we go again.

With all the marijuana legalization going on, it's surprising that we haven't' seen more weed related erotica. This is my attempt, an idea I'd had for a while now. The story, as posted above, is about a couple of desperate parents of a self destructive son who hire a witch who can cure him at the expense of his masculinity by way of a magic bong that feminizes men while fixing whatever mental problems might plague them, turning them into horny TG sluts in the process. All of which will lead up to some incest in the final chapter, and a twist. This is four chapters long and all four chapters are complete. I'll be posting them a few days apart.

Since this was "magic" weed, I took a few artistic liberties: The multi colored pot smoke is inspired by the colorized version of Reefer Madness. If you've never seen that, they deliberately used unrealistic colors and colored the pot smoke green, blue, red, yellow and pink. Also, if I tried to take as many bong hits as they do in this story, I'd have passed out on the floor about a forth of the way through.

Just for fun I typed the original document in a green colored font.

Please drop a comment if you like this story. It seems the thank button is gone.

Contains transformmation, futa transformation, feminization, futa on futa, male on futa, forced transformation, cannabis

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THE WITCH AND THE BONG

CHAPTER ONE: Winter

By Darth Strainjyer

“A friend with weed is a friend indeed…”

—Pops O’Donnell

Randal and Terri Applesworth sat in the upstairs bedroom of their reasonably nice suburban home engaged in the topic that had dominated their conversation of late: What to do about their increasingly unruly son Clark. It was a grave conversation, with a defeated and doomed feeling probably reminiscent of the conversation the crew of the ill-fated liner Titanic had when it was obvious she was going to sink. Not, of course, that the situation was quite that severe, but that whatever solution they chose, it would not be a good one. But there simply was no way around it. The situation was escalating and if they didn’t do something soon, things were going to be infinitely worse. Like any good parents (or even mediocre ones), the Applesworths loved their son, but if he kept going the way he was going, he was going to end up in prison. If he didn’t end up dead.

Given that they were now living in a weed legal state, they had recently been revisiting the old Mary Jane for the first time since college. Tonight they had attempted to quell their anxiety by smoking some choice weed vapes from the local dispensary (lord knew, Clark smoked enough of it), but as it turned out, there really wasn’t enough THC in the world to calm their aggravated nerves.

Of course, Clark wasn’t a child, he was twenty two years old. But you almost wouldn’t know it from his irresponsible attitude. He had always been a handful, a very naughty boy if they were being honest, but sometime in high school things had just snapped. In trouble all the time, failing all his courses, getting in fights, hanging out with a rough crowd and behaving inappropriately with unresponsive girls and even a few female teachers. There had even been some talk that he’d been present during a stabbing attack several years ago. He had managed to just barely graduate high school at the ridiculous age of twenty after having to repeat a few years.

Since then, he had not held down a job, and had not begun any kind of schooling or training. Unsurprisingly, he was still living a home, lashing out abusively at his beleaguered and despondent parents. He’d recently been arrested, and although no charges came of it, it was pretty close to a final straw. They’d had to promise the cops they’d keep an eye on him, and even had to promise to allow them to drop by unannounced to check up on him. They had no idea whether the officers actually would show up or whether that would even be legal, but now they got slightly paranoid whenever they saw a police car outside.

Secretly, the Applesworths were rather grateful for Clark’s marijuana use as it calmed him down considerably more than when he didn’t have it. Those were the times when he flew into rages, broke things and threatened them violently. Those were

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