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I feel like I’m studying all the time without a break, and find myself always just waiting for the weekend when I can hit my pen and relax. Can you make me able to do that a little more. I wanna see what it’s like to really become a stoner bro huhuh
As you strain to focus on the dense text before you, your eyes begin to blur, fatigue settling in from hours of study. The rhythmic scratch of your pen on paper is suddenly interrupted by a knock at the door, breaking your concentration. With a sigh, you rise from your desk and open the door, expecting perhaps a delivery or a neighbor—but instead, you're met with an unexpected sight.
Standing before you is a cute hipster guy with a scruffy beard, his style a stark contrast to your own. He grins at you in a blitzed-out manner, his words flowing with a laid-back cadence, "Hey, man. Wazz bro. I'm your new roommate, Kush." Without waiting for your reaction, he saunters past you into the living area, dropping his backpack on the floor with a casual thud. His belongings seem minimal, giving the impression that he's a traveler rather than a settler.
"How ya' liking college, bro?" he asks casually, as if this encounter were a routine exchange. Confusion mingles with surprise; you hadn't anticipated a new roommate, let alone one who appears to be a chilled-out stoner hipster straight out of a movie.
"Mind if I blaze up?" Kush's question catches you off guard, his bong already in hand and being readied for use. Before you can protest or even respond, he lights up and takes a deep draw. Almost immediately, the room is filled with a thick haze of smoke, swirling around you.
Coughing uncontrollably, you stumble back, your body reacting to the sudden intrusion of smoke in your lungs. But as you cough, something inexplicable begins to happen. You feel a strange sensation spreading through you, starting from your chest and radiating outward. It's as if the smoke is triggering a transformation within your body.
You notice your posture straightening, your limbs stretching slightly. The familiar softness around your midsection seems to melt away, replaced by a subtle firmness you've never felt before. Despite never hitting the gym, your body takes on a lean, toned appearance—like someone who effortlessly maintains fitness without trying hard.
As you try to make sense of this bizarre turn of events, Kush exhales another plume of smoke with a serene smile, seemingly unperturbed by the scene unfolding. You glance down at yourself in disbelief, realizing that somehow, your abs, biceps, and pecs start to grow more defined and muscular. Tattoos seemingly appear out of nowhere, snaking their way across your skin in intricate patterns. You feel a newfound sense of confidence emanating from within as you take stock of the physical transformation taking place before your eyes. This is who you were always meant to be – strong, powerful, and unapologetically yourself.
As the fog descends on your brain, the once clear concepts of Calculus 101 blur into a meaningless jumble of numbers and symbols. "Integrals… derivatives… what were they even for?" you mutter to yourself, feeling the information slip away like sand through your fingers. Computers, too, seem like a distant concept—what were they used for again? "Uh… uh huhuh," you mumble nonsensically, struggling to grasp even the simplest of thoughts.
In this haze, your well-decorated apartment seems to deteriorate before your eyes. The walls lose their vibrancy, the furniture fades into shabbiness. The once plush couch is now a ratty, broken piece of shit held together with duct tape. Oddly, none of this bothers you as the television flickers on, playing an episode of "Ted". You realize that Seth MacFarlane is like the fucking funniest dude on the planet, the only thing that seems to penetrate the fog in your mind.
Amidst this surreal scene, Kush appears, offering you a hit off his bong. "Dude, you look like you could use this," he says with a knowing grin, the smoke swirling around him like a mystical haze.
You hesitate for a moment, then shrug, thinking, "Why not?" Taking a deep inhale, you feel the smoke fill your lungs, and a wave of sensation washes over you. Your hair feels wild and unkempt, your thoughts swimming in a sea of newfound relaxation.
"Man, isn't this just the best?" Kush remarks casually, settling down beside you on the decrepit couch. "Like, everything just mellows out, ya know?"
You nod dumbly, finding it hard to formulate a coherent response. "Yeah… it's… it's pretty awesome," you manage to mumble, your words trailing off into a lazy smile.
The longer you sit there, the more you find yourself drawn to Kush. His deep blue eyes seem to hold a magnetic pull, and in your altered state, all you want to do is lean in closer, to feel his presence more intimately.
"Hey," you start, your voice slurred but earnest, "you've got… really nice eyes."
Kush chuckles softly, his gaze meeting yours with a mixture of amusement and understanding. "Dude that's so fucking gay."
And in that moment, as the fog continues to cloud your thoughts, all you can think about is how much you want to lean in and kiss him, to lose yourself in the warmth of his presence and the haze of smoke that surrounds you both.
As soon as the thought of wanting to kiss Kush enters your mind, the atmosphere in the room shifts again, almost in response to your altered state of mind. The once dingy walls of your apartment begin to transform before your eyes. Posters of hot women materialize, their images vivid and enticing. Among them, you notice a poster of Miley Cyrus, her provocative pose capturing your attention with a mix of curiosity and fascination.
Alongside the posters of these attractive women, other images take shape—posters for bands like Broken Bells and Bob Marley. The walls, once faded and dull, now seem to pulse with a vibrant energy, as if reflecting the eclectic tastes and influences that now permeate your consciousness.
Your own appearance undergoes a subtle but noticeable change as well. The clothes you wear shift into well-worn, slightly smelly oversized knitwear, shirts, and jackets that don't quite look clean or put together. It's a stark contrast to your usual neat and orderly attire, but in your altered state, it feels strangely comforting and familiar.
Your gaze drifts from the posters to your surroundings, taking in the scene with red, bloodshot eyes that betray the effects of Kush's potent smoke. The hot women on the posters seem to stare back at you, their images stirring something within you that feels both exhilarating and surreal.
"Miley Cyrus, man," Kush remarks casually, noticing your attention drawn to the poster. "She's something else, right? Got that whole rebellious vibe going on."
You nod slowly, still mesmerized by the posters and the shifting dynamics of your perception. "Yeah… she's… she's cool," you reply, your words slightly slurred but genuine. As you stare at the poster of Miley Cyrus, your heart races and your palms begin to sweat. Her curves are perfectly accentuated by the tight clothing she's wearing, leaving little to the imagination. Her breasts stand out prominently against her chest, begging for attention. You can almost feel their weight in your hands as you imagine running them over her soft skin. The other posters around her feature equally attractive women with voluptuous figures and ample cleavage on display. Their faces are seductive and inviting, beckoning you closer with every glance.
In this altered state, surrounded by posters of hot women and the music that fills the air, you find yourself drawn deeper into the moment, eager to explore where this new connection with Kush might lead. As the television switches to lesbian porn, Kush's eyes light up with excitement. He quickly pulls out his already erect cock and begins stroking it vigorously, lost in the erotic scene unfolding before him. Despite your initial discomfort at the gay undertones of the situation, you find yourself growing aroused by the sight of two women pleasuring each other on screen. Old you would have found it hot to watch the hipster Kush jerk his thick cock, but the new you is disgusted. "Dude, bro," he says reassuringly as he glances over at you, "no homo right?" His question only serves to heighten your desire as you both continue to stroke your cocks together.
As you continue to masturbate alongside Kush, you find yourself slipping into a new persona. You become a total stoner loser who spends most of his days watching porn and movies while jerking off. Your once active social life has been replaced by hours spent alone in your room, lost in the world of online entertainment. Despite this change, there's something oddly satisfying about the routine you've created for yourself – it feels comfortable and familiar. And as long as Kush is around to share these moments with you, well… who needs girls anyway?
