Smoking With Como

A strong gust of wind nearly blew Como’s hat clean off his head. The yellow furred dog held his hat down though, taking care to be sure his tiny horns beneath didn't puncture the fabric. He couldn't really afford to lose this hat; it kept his demonic heritage secret, and it just looked plain fashionable. And he definitely wanted to make a good impression. Como was on his way to visit Alkali, to spend the evening ‘hanging out’ as the otter put it. They'd known each other through mutual friends like Bobert and Vincent for a long time. But most of the time that was in a group. This was the first time they'd get to spend time together alone.

Como pressed the doorbell button and almost immediately, as if he'd been waiting at the door, Alkali opened. “I'm really glad you could make it over here today dude. Haven't had a chance to properly hang out together, and wanted to change that,” the otter said. He pulled at Como’s arm to drag him inside the house.

Como yelped and replied, “It's fine, just stop pulling at me Alkali!” The otter let go of his arm and bounced on the balls of his feet for a moment, clothes swaying with his swooping movement.

“I'm sorry, just kinda excited. Figured we could sit around and watch some movies, or play some video games. Plus… I got something to help us relax and enjoy the time.”

The Labrador raised an eyebrow. “Oh? What would that be otter?” Admittedly, Como didn't know a ton about Alkali or the things he did. He knew that Alkali was a scientist at least. Vincent personally attested that the things he was working on were very… interesting. Something involving growth. But beyond that the otter was a mystery. A day together would help him get to know the mustelid that made friends with his buddies so easily.

Alkali simply grinned at Como and asked, “Have you ever smoked weed before?” He held up a small pill bottle and shook it slightly. It rattled as if something was inside, but it didn't sound like pills. Como crossed his arms.

“Is that why you invited me over? To get high?”

“No no! That's not it,” Alkali replied, shuffling his feet awkwardly. “Well maybe partly that. Bobert mentioned you hadn't tried anything like it before. I work part-time at a weed dispensary, so I bought this. It'd be totally legal. But you don't have to, we could just do other things instead. Thought that you might be interested in at least trying though.”

The canine squinted at the bottle before walking forward to get a closer look. Nothing out of the ordinary with it. He couldn't deny that he was slightly curious. An altered mental state might be interesting to test out with his growing demonic magic after all. He could just try a little and see how it felt.

“I… guess I could try it. Just to see what it’s like,” Como admitted.

The otter gave a wide smile. “Aww you mean it? Don’t worry, we won’t go overboard or anything.” In his excitement he didn’t realize he’d started dragging Como along for the ride again. The otter jumped over the back of his couch and pulled Como along, causing the yellow furred dog to flop over the back and onto the couch cushions.

Pulling himself upright and readjusting his hat Como said, “I’ve never done it before. How does it work?”

“It’s easy enough. I’ll get the pipe set up for us. If you’ve ever used a hookah it’s pretty similar.”

It took a few minutes for the otter to pack the bowl with the heavily scented weed and to show Como how to hold the pipe. Once they were set up though Alkali took the first puff to demonstrate. Just to tease he blew the smoke into Como’s face, giggling when the demon dog fanned it away. Como just furrowed his brows and crossed his arms. The Labrador was not amused. That was okay though, a little bit of weed would help to mellow him out. Alkali passed the pipe and let Como give it his first try. Of course he wasn’t quite prepared for the smoke and ended up coughing most of it out rather than hold it in. That could be fixed with practice though.

Como was surprised by how much he actually enjoyed the taste of it. There was something fruity mixed in with the smell of weed that tickled his taste buds. It tasted familiar somehow but he couldn’t pinpoint it. When he asked Alkali the otter just shrugged. That’s just how weed tastes. Como wasn’t entirely convinced but he had no way to be sure. After a few minutes of smoking that didn’t seem super important anymore.

What Como didn’t realize was he was right to be suspicious. Alkali hadn’t told his demonic friend that they were smoking a very special strain of weed. He’d gotten it from the weed store he worked at, and smoking it caused your package to grow the longer you smoked. Hyper weed. It was just about the best weed a person could smoke in his opinion. He’d already used it several times before to very potent, pants-splitting results. The otter knew that Como wasn’t usually one to join in with growing shenanigans. That demon doggie was far too level headed for that almost to the point of being a stick in the mud. But a little relaxation with some herb might loosen him up enough to enjoy it.

Alkali was already feeling the effects, as his pants bulged forward with every puff on the pipe. So far Como hadn’t noticed anything was wrong. That was good; he didn’t want to think of how Como might react before he got too high. Once the two of them were high together he was in the clear though. The Labrador’s pants seemed equally strained, his zipper pushed forward as if a baseball had been stuffed inside. He grinned as he watched Como scratch at it idly. Still no idea what was going on.

They turned on the TV to watch some cartoons together. Como was just beginning to feel the effects now, laying back on the couch to rest. The world felt like it was heavier and it was hard for him to keep his balance if he ever tried to stand up. As long as he was sitting he was safe though. It was a good thing he couldn’t tell he was off balance from more than just the weed. His pants were bulging forward to grapefruit sized now, sloshing back and forth with each movement he made.

The otter brought some snacks over to the couch and they continued to get high. It wasn’t long before the buttons on their pants popped away entirely. After their giggling finally died down they decided together to just forgo pants entirely. Como seemed a little hesitant at first but once Alkali stripped down entirely it seemed weirder to keep his on. Or maybe that was just the weed talking. The cartoons did seem funnier than usual and the food was absolutely amazing. If he kept up eating like this he might start to get chubby. He knew at least a few friends wouldn’t mind seeing that.

Alkali subtly tried to get Como to smoke more weed as the night went on. He still kept up with his own toking, but his devious side told him that seeing Como get huge would be a lot more fun. It got to the point where Como was hitting the pipe two times for every one Alkali took. Their briefs stretched out on the couch, filling the space between their legs. They were almost soccer balls by now. Somehow Como still hadn’t noticed anything. Or if he had noticed, he was too high to care.

“Man, this is really nice Alkali. Thanks man,” Como said, grinning dumbly.

Alkali just smiled and passed the pipe. “Knew you’d enjoy it. Smoke a little more dude.” Como obliged the otter, a little too baked to actually think about what was going on. This time when he brought the pipe to his mouth he took a nice, long drag and held it in for nearly half a minute. The whole time his bulge below throbbed larger, in time with his heartbeat. What was a soccer ball soon became a pair of soccer balls with a thick shaft resting atop. His briefs held on just barely when the elastic was stretched to its limit. Parts of his dick and balls snuck out to the sides and over the top, overflowing out of their cloth cage. The otter wanted to stay as hands off as possible, to see how long Como would smoke before figuring out what happened. But this was too tempting to ignore.

With an exhale Como placed a hand on his crotch and finally paused. He looked down to see his throbbing manhood. His eyes widened, although he didn’t move or look particularly surprised yet. Como figured he was just seeing things. He knew the size his junk was supposed to be, and since this didn’t fit with that then it probably wasn’t real. For not being real it sure felt good though. He saw Alkali scooting closer and closer on the couch, his thick ruddertail lazily swaying behind. Well there probably wasn’t anything wrong with being a little closer. Como tried to scoot himself closer too but found it was pretty difficult. Probably just the weed, not the extra weight between his legs or anything.

Alkali’s webbed hand rested against the dog’s straining briefs. He rubbed gently at first, just to see if Como would react badly. When he didn’t seem to say anything other than to close his eyes Alkali scooted closer again until they were leg to leg. Their bulges rested atop their thighs, taking up most of the space and even forcing them to spread their legs slightly. Como wasn’t saying anything bad yet; he just seemed to be getting his bearings on the situation. That was good enough for the otter.

He pressed the pipe up to Como’s lips once more and asked him to take another deep breath. Once the canine had taken the pipe to follow his friend’s instructions Alkali leaned forward and laid his head against Como’s bulge. He could actually feel it growing this time. It throbbed, still soft and expanding in small bursts. Using both hands to rub at Como’s bulge rewarded the otter with a soft whimper. So he was enjoying it after all. Good to know. He nuzzled in carefully as the briefs creaked outward, this time not just from the hyper weed growth.

Como panted lightly as he set the pipe down on the table. This felt amazing. If getting high always felt this good he would definitely have to do some more of it in the future. A small voice in the back of his mind was trying to get his attention, to convince him that something felt wrong. But that voice was easily silenced when the otter started to use both hands to heft his sack and rub it all over. Ooohhhh boy did that feel nice. The elastic on his briefs snapped apart, letting the pre-soaked fabric flutter to the floor.

As nice as that felt, it got even better once he used his own hands. Como lifted his body pillow sized shaft up to hold it close to his chest. Completely hard now, his dick rose above his head. He grasped it like he was hugging a person, rubbing up and down in long strokes with both his arms. The blazed canine’s eyes lidded. This felt amazing and he wanted to see it through. His rough tongue pressed deep into the red flesh of his member. It wouldn’t be long until he was climaxing at this rate but he didn’t want it to end.

His balls gurgled and churned as they prepared for whatever mess was about to come. Meanwhile Alkali had gotten off the couch and moved to straddle Como in front. His pants were hastily removed and left against the back of the couch. It was unlikely he’d have done something this brazen without the help of the weed in his system. As it stood he was feeling pretty confident in himself; a thick otter shaft stood at attention in front of him, bumping the bottom of his chin insistently. It wasn’t quite as large as what Como was sporting but he wasn’t looking to get larger than the Labrador anyway. Now straddling his friend, Alkali started to frot with the demon doggie. In long humps and strokes he pushed the slick length of his dick into Como’s. Both of them were moaning now, arousal permeating the air in the form of musk and the smell of weed.

Como squirmed and bit his lips, fighting the urge to give in to his lust. It felt too good to resist for long though. His sack twitched ominously signaling that things were about to get messy. The canine’s tail wagged vigorously betraying his enjoyment of the situation. With another thrusting hump forward, the frotting did its job. A single bark was all the warning Alkali got. He saw Como fire thick strands of cum all over the couch. It landed on the ceiling, the couch, and much of it on the two hyper furs. Exhausted, and completely sticky, Como flopped backward into the couch cushions with a dopey smile on his face. The combination of afterglow and being high was potent indeed.

“Mmmph… say Como… do you wanna maybe help me out too?” the otter asked, taking a seat next to his friend. His dick was still hard as a rock, and after a sight like that he was pretty close to finished too. But Como didn’t look like he was in any state to do anything. His eyes were lidded and he merely gave a weak giggle. It might be a bit before the demon doggie would be able to talk, much less get back to smoking or helping him get off. Kind of disappointing all things considered; Alkali really hoped to get Como to much larger sizes. Sure, he was easily the size of Bobert now but there was still plenty of weed to smoke.

‘Ding dong’

Alkali perked and turned toward his front door. Had he ordered pizza and forgotten about it? Maybe. He’d definitely done stranger things while high. Carefully he stood and struggled to make his way to the door. Pants be damned, he would just answer the door naked. Those clothes would be more hassle than anything at this point.

On the other side of the door wasn’t a pizza deliveryman though. Instead it was someone with long hair, black fur and a thick bushy tail. A second friend had apparently come for a visit, Vincent. The squirrel looked like he was probably high too based on the silly grin and red eyes.

“Heeeyyy Alkali. How’s it going dude?” Vincent asked, putting an arm around the otter’s shoulder.

“Pretty good. Looks like you’ve been having a good night too. What’s up?” the otter asked with a wry grin of his own.

“Well, I kinda… ran out,” the squirrel admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. Down below his waist he placed his other hand on a bulge that looked more beanbag chair than squirrel junk. “Was wondering if you had some more to share. Since you’re already enjoying some yourself, based on that dick you’ve got there.”

Como wouldn’t remember much of the night when morning came. But he did wake up to a living room with most surfaces covered in squirrel spunk, along with a package that covered his thighs entirely. It would take several minutes for him to find Alkali, trapped beneath Vincent’s person-sized nuts.