Weedgirl Bigail 1 (Patreon)

"MrArgent! How dare you finally kidnap me!? I knew it would happen eventually but still... So not cool..."

"Do not take it personal, Bigail. It's just business."

"But our business deal was for you to never kidnap me, as long as I provide you with girls and FallusDesign products!!!"

"Oh... Then... It's personal, I guess..."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Indeed, Bigail... Wait... I still don't know your last name..."

"It's LaPlante... Abigail LaPlante..."

"Well, Abigail LaPlante-"

"Just call me Bigail."

"This is the first day of your new life... A life of... Slavery!!!"

"SEX SLAVERY!?"

"Nooooo... So cliché... You are going to be a Weedgirl. Forever."

"WHAT!? THERE IS NO WAY!!! I DON'T EVEN CARE HOW CUTE THE OUTFIT IS! AND HOW AWESOME IT SOUNDS! I WANT OUT! LET ME GO!!!"

"I'm gonnna need you to fall asleep now."

"NEVER!!!!!!!!!! I WILL YELL AND SCREAM FOREVER!!! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLPPPP!!! I WILL NEVER COMPLY!!!"

MrArgent got up and grabbed a pair of headphones. They were playing a pleasant whitenoise and a cute lullaby that tells the story of a curious little sheep befriending a cute little penguin. He placed them on her head.

"ARE YOU SERIOUS!? THAT IS SO INSULTING! MY PSYCHE IS TRAINED AS FOR TO BEING UNBRAINWASHABLE! YOU REALLY THINK MY BRAINS CANNOT RESIST SUCH AN INFANTILE... *Yawn*... The sheep name is what?... *Yawn* As for to... Oooohhh... ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzz"

While our very favorite heroine napped a little, MrArgent placed the smoker apparatus inside her pigtail-balls and inserted the nose tubes down into her lungs.

As a final step, and for to make sure the tubes don't move, a special nose piercing is needed. MrArgent tried a few colors:

"Gold!? Nah... I know she would love it but it's not about her... Red? No no no no... I don't feel it... How about... Silver!? YEEEEEEESSSSSS!!! Always perfect!"

He then waited for Bigail to wake up before activating the auto-smokers. A minute later, Bigail was already exhaling very potent weed smoke. After 10 minutes, the whole room was a hot-box.

"SUCCESS!!!"

Screamed MrArgent, filled with happiness.

"MMMMMmmmmgggggnnnnnnnnaaaaaaaaaahaahehehehehahaahaheheheeemmmggggnnn..."

"Garbled Bigail, already high as fuck. She might have drooled all over her new Weedgirl outfit too."

"Time for you to go to work, girl!"

For to be continued.