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    HUFF, HUFF.

    A young man with messy brown hair and sharp orange shades was hurrying over to the center of his city’s park.  He was happy after getting news of something exciting on Facebook.  A person he followed had announced that she had set up a small stand in the park and was offering a brand new, mysterious product for sale.

    I wonder what it is, he wondered privately, she already sells so many treats and sweets, but the post said it would be nothing like she ever offered before either… Man, I really, REALLY want to try this out right now!

    Eventually, he reached his destination and there was no way to mistake it.  It was a small shack-looking stall painted bright pink with menus of different treats lining the right and left sides.  There was a small little tarp over opening with several items laid out.  This was definitely the place he wanted to be…

    …but the curious-looking shop owner was fast asleep.  She was resting her head in her arms as they laid upon the counter.  She had the cutest smile and mumbled things about cotton candy, sweets, and puppies as she snoozed.

    Looking at her, the new arrival almost didn’t want to disturb her peaceful slumber.  However, it would be a huge waste if he came all this way for nothing.  The guy took a deep breath and walked over, lifting the woman’s furry, floppy, pink ear and saying, “hey… Jessica?  It’s me, Vinkuro!  I’m here and… Jessica?”

    Jessica was a pink toon dog with a talent for writing and making/sharing lovely, delicious treats with the world. In this case, the world being the city since she could not afford to expand her business outside of the city limits.  It was a shame too since her food was quite the changing, transformative experience, loved by all that tasted it. Vinkuro was a big fan of her writing and after trying some of her food, he couldn’t get enough of that either.

    Sadly, the pink toon laid there, fast asleep as her glasses slowly slipping down her canine snout.  “Well,” Vinkuro sighed, “this stinks… I was really hoping to try this new thing she had.”

    The young man turned glumly to leave, but as he turned away, his eyes fell upon a curious item that was resting to the far left of Jessica.  It was a small brown box with an open lid. Within the box were at least twenty brown cigars, each with a different colored band around the center of them.  The label on the front said: Smokey Steve’s Toony-Heavy Cigars.

    Cigars?  Vinkuro thought, pulling out one that had a red band, why would Jessica be selling these?  They’re not sweets, treats, or ice cream at all and she doesn’t seem to be the smoking type either.  Is this the new product she mentioned on her Facebook?

    He glanced Jessica, looking over his orange shades at the dog.  She was still fast asleep and had a huge, dopey grin on her face.  He then looked at the cigar in his hand and sniffed it out of curiosity.  It didn’t smell like any cigar or cigarette he ever smelt before.  It was rather sweet and delightful to be honest, like one of the dog’s own tasty treats.

    Maybe this is like a sweet candy cigar or something, he thought as he looked it over some more, you smoke it and it probably tastes like chocolate or something.  I wouldn’t put it past her.  He smiled, liking his reasoning and deciding to believe that, despite no evidence.

    Vinkuro saw a price tag of five dollars next to the box, along with a lighter tied to a string.  Scratching at his chin, he glanced back at the snoozing toon and smiled again.  He pulled a five-dollar bill from his pocket and stuck it into the dog’s super thick, cartoonish paws carefully.

    I’ll just give this a go then, he thought pleasantly, as long as I pay, she won’t mind me just taking one like this.  With that, the young man flicked open the lighter and lit the tip of the cigar. Taking a deep breath, he put it into his mouth and took a deep drag off of it.  

    Not unexpectedly, the smoke was a bit powerful and his mind went completely woozy, the world wobbling and vibrating around him it looked like.  The smoke and taste of it was incredibly sweet, like ingesting or snorting a bucket of sugar, his arms and legs twitching uncontrollably.  However, despite that wobbliness and twitching… Vinkuro quite liked it.

    “So-so w-w-w-weird,” he jittered out.  As he did that, two large, tannish white horns pushed out of his skull.  The barbs stretched outwards, before curving forward into two long, sharp points.  Following that, his ears stretched and pulled out into an oval-ish shape.

    The young man did not notice the new bull-ish editions to his body, finally exhaling the sugar smoke through his mouth.  His body calmed down and he take a deep, relaxing breath.  Wiping his forehead, he looked at the cigar in his palm and mumbled, “what a rush… I… I… let’s do that again!”

    With that, he put the cigar back in and took another deep drag off it.  His body shivered and his eyesight blurred again, but less so than before.  Brown fur began sprouting across his legs and arms, his only arm & leg hair thickening to match the new pelt he was developing.  Fur moved across both sets of limbs from top to bottom, stopping just at his shoulders and hips.  His fingernails darkened, spreading over and around his fingertips completely.

    With that, he exhaled the smoke once more, some of it seeping through his nose.  As he did, his arms and legs expanded considerably as his muscles bulked up and pushed against his tight skin.  He now had bodybuilder-sized legs and arms, which he happily flexed once he saw them.

    “This is soooo awesome,” Vinkuro chuckled, the cigar still in his mouth as he repeatedly flexed his arms over and over.  Even without taking a drag, smoke wafted up his nose as his body continued to transform.  A small, but thick brownish tail with a big tuff at the end slipped out between his shirt and the top of his jeans, whisking to each side excitedly.

    As the cigar smoke filled the air, the scent of it passed by Jessica’s canine nose.  Her snout sniffed it and her ears and maw twitched.  Eyes creaking open, a loud, cute yawn escaped from her muzzle.  Stretching out her arms and sitting up straight, she muttered, “oh… oh my… who is smoking my…”

    Her head tilted to the right, seeing Vinkuro for the first time as he took another deep drag from his cigar.  Her eyebrows raised as she witnessed brown fur flowing up his neck and covering his face, leaving no trace of visible skin anywhere.  The fur around his nose and mouth was slightly lighter, standing out against his darker fur tone.  His nose lifted up, it and his maw stretching forward.  They pulled out to form a tough, thick, bull snout and muzzle.

    Vinkuro exhaled, the cigar smoke this time pouring out of his flat nostrils.  Once done, he turned his head and noticed Jessica’s stares, his face lighting up with excitement.  “Hey sweetie!” he cried out, “You’re finally awake!  I’m trying out one of your new cigars and… don’t worry!  I paid you!  You don’t need to give me that look.”

    Jessica looked in her paw, seeing the bill in it.  Pocking it, she simply replied, “actually, I wasn’t bothered by that Mr. Vinkuro.  It’s just… weird and stuff…”

    “What’s weird?” he asked.  His shirt began tightening on his body as his torso inflated, muscles and tendons swelling several times over.  Eventually, his shirt rip off, leaving him topless.  With his shirt “off” now, his brown fur coat, gigantic pecs, and hard as steel abs were visibly shown.  He was now a full bull man.

    She sighed, scratching the back of her head and answering, “it’s you dude bro.  I mean, you are swole like mad brah and it’s sooooo kewl… but it’s not really toony, is it?”

    Vinkuro glanced at himself and back at her.  He replied with a shrug, “I guess it’s not, but what would… oh!  This should work then!”

    Vinkuro took a long drag off the cigar, taking in as much smoke as he could before blowing it all out at once.  As he spoke, the fur on his hands began changing color.  It’s dark shade of brown brighten into a vibrant, shiny red.  The color expanded from his hoof-like fingertips and up his arms.  He smiled and told the toon dog, “there we go!  That’s what you want, right?”

    “…not exactly.  It is missing something,” continued the toony dog.  She suddenly quieted up as Vinkuro’s arms ballooned up yet again.  However, his muscles didn’t get larger nor did his arms get any beefier.  In fact, they turned flabby and chubby, all definition lost.  The toon dog grinned and replied, “there we go! That’s what I’m referring to.”

    “What’s dis stuff?” Vinkuro replied, looking over his arms as he continued to smoke away, the cigar still hanging from his maw like nothing had ever happened.  The red tone stretched up his throat and over his face, the fur at the tip of his muzzle turning to a pale red.  His own brown locks fell out as his cheeks grew chubbier, a double-chin developing under his bovine muzzle.

    “It’s Smokey Steve’s Toony-Heavy Cigars silly billy!” giggled Jessica.  She grabbed a cigar from the box herself and twirled it in her paws, giggling on, “These babies make ya into a very heavy, roughish-sounding, fat toon animal!  It’s a bit different from what I usually sell, but I think there’s a fanbase out there for these bad boys!”

    Vinkuro took another drag of the cigar and pulled it out, blowing more smoke into the air.  There was no shiver or twitch from him, his body calm and relaxed as he packed on more and more weight.  His pecs turned into a flabby pair of moobs and his gut pushed out.  He sighed and asked, “so yous sayin’ dat I’mma big chubby toon guy nows lil’lady?”

    “I wouldn’t say chubby,” Jessica stated, blowing away some of his smoke with the spinning cigar in her hand, “Fat is more accurate, but yeah.  That’s what’s happening.  Mad?”

    He took a final drag off the cigar and blew the smoke out with his nostrils, somehow making several rings of smoke.  The dog girl applauded excitedly and he answered in his roughish voice, “nah.  I gots no problem with ya lil’lady.  Dis justs a lil’differents, ya know?  Reals different and stuffs.  Dis ain’t permanent, is it?”

    Jessica giggled and patted Vinkuro’s stomach, which gurgled and inflated out into a large, protruding pot belly.  “Of course not,” the dog girl replied, “I wouldn’t want to get sued or anything like that.  I hope you enjoy the form!  It’ll last for a full day after smoking that cigar, so come back if you want more!”

    “Wills do’s Jessy,” Vinkuro chuckled, patting and rubbing her head.  With that, he turned around and started heading back the way he came.

    He continued smoking his cigar, leaving a large trail of smoke clouds in his wake wherever he walked.  As he returned to the park’s entrance, his stomach gurgled again, but this time, his gut didn’t grow any bigger.  He just felt… something.

    Boy am I’s gettin’ hungry and stuffs, he thought, I’s wonder if dare’s a good place to get some grub around here’s?  …preferably, all-you-can-eats…

THE END