The Witch And The Bong Chapter Three: Simone And River (male to futa tf)

Story by DarthStrainjyer

With Simon and Rich now deeply enraptured by they two alluring t-girls, and passing around the magic bong unwary of its effects, it's only a matter of time before Winter and Clarissa have fun transforming them as well. Had fun writing some of that weird stoned talk that sound like important conversation while you're high but seem a little silly the next morning.

Contains transformation, futa transformation, feminization, sissification, forced transformation. futa on male, futa on futa, drug use, cannabis, bongs, magic, magic weed, magical transformation, oral and anal.

Chapter 1: https://www.futanaripalace.com/showthread.php?67107-The-Witch-And-The-Bong-Chapter-1-Winter

Chapter 2: https://www.futanaripalace.com/showthread.php?67109-The-Witch-And-The-bong-Chapter-2-Clarissa

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THE WITCH AND THE BONG

CHAPTER THREE: SIMONE AND RIVER

By Darth Strainjyer

“But I would not feel so all alone.

Everybody must get stoned.”

--Bob Dylan

Clarissa thought Winter’s weed was magic.

Obviously it was, as it had turned her into a t-girl, but she was noticing something else about it that was unusual. She was starting to notice that there was more to the stuff that was supernatural (for lack of a better word) then feminizing her. Much more subtle things as well. The effects of it were potent and different from any other weed she’d ever had (besides the transformation), but the most astonishing thing about it was that by this point she had smoked more weed in one night than she ever had before and as super stoned as she was, she still felt awake and energized despite her fogged euphoric brain. If she’d smoked this much of any other pot, she’d have been passed out on the floor hours ago.

And it wasn’t just her. Everyone was still awake despite the amount of hits they’d all taken on that bong. And there didn’t seem to be any anxiety or paranoia popping up either. She wondered if Winter would let her buy some.

They had pulled the coffee table into the center of the room and were now sitting around it on the floor passing the (unknown to the boys) magic bong around. None of them had bothered to put their clothes back on and they were all sitting around smoking completely naked, which Clarissa found giddily enjoyable. She wanted to be nude every time she smoked weed from now on. She giggled, but then everyone was.

They were all high as fuck and laughing as the bong made its intoxicating rounds. Both of the men seemed not to have realized that their body hair was completely gone, leaving their entire bodies smooth and hairless. To Clarissa it looked sexy, all that smooth skin, and she couldn’t wait to see the rest of the changes. She wondered who was paying Winter to TF these two.

As they passed it around, they talked. The kind of stoned talk that sounds serious at the time, but usually seemed ridiculous the next morning.

“I’m telling you, dawg.” Rich slurred, “Y’all don’t know what you’re talking about. He’s the best.”

“No, bro.” Simon objected blearily, “The classic is the best. The original, bro.”

“No, man, the new guy is better.” Rich insisted.

“No way.” Simon shook his head.

“Miles Morales is the best Spider-man. Period.”

“Naw, you crazy. Peter Parker is the one, true Spider-man. Everyone else is just a cheap knock off.”

“Bro, listen. Miles can turn himself invisible, and he can shoot venom strikes. Parker can’t do that.”

“You just like him ‘cause he’s black.”

“What? He’s half black half Hispanic. Goin’ by that logic, you should like him too.”

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