Once upon a time, in a small town hidden in the misty forests of Oregon, there lived a man named Wyatt. Wyatt was not like everyone else—or so he believed. He spent his days roaming the woods, howling at the moon, convinced that deep down, he was really a wolf. His friends had long given up trying to reason with him, leaving Wyatt to his peculiar routines.
Wyatt worked at a vape shop called **Vapor Haven**, a place where fog hung in the air like his natural habitat. His obsession with wolves carried over into his work, where he was known to bark at customers as they entered the store. "Welcome to Vapor Haven! WOOF!" he'd yell with a strange intensity that sent some customers scrambling back out the door.
But Wyatt had a secret that went beyond his wolfish behavior. A new line of vapes had just hit the market—called **Woofr**. The vapes came in sleek designs, with names like "Lunar Howl" and "Silver Fang." The marketing played into a primal, animalistic theme, and Wyatt was smitten. But this was no ordinary fascination. The scent, the feel of the vape between his fingers, the hiss of the vapor—everything about Woofr awakened something deep inside him. Every time he took a drag, he felt closer to the wolf within, almost... too close.
Late one night, after closing the shop, Wyatt stayed behind to sample the newest flavor, "Midnight Bark." The vape cloud surrounded him, and he inhaled deeply, letting the sensation wash over him. As the cool vapor filled his lungs, something shifted inside him. His heart pounded, and a deep, primal urge took over. He started barking uncontrollably, the sound echoing through the empty shop.
His senses heightened—he could hear every rustle of the trees outside, smell the damp earth beneath the floorboards. Wyatt looked at his reflection in the store's glass window, expecting to see his human form, but his mind played tricks on him. In the vapor clouds, he swore he saw the silhouette of a wolf staring back. His excitement grew—there was something about the Woofr that got him... excited. Every puff sent a tingle through his body, and he couldn't help but bark louder.
Wyatt didn't know if it was the flavors, the branding, or some bizarre chemical in the vape juice, but it aroused something in him beyond the usual thrill of pretending to be a wolf. He felt alive, wild, and uncontrollably attracted to the primal energy Woofr brought out of him. He growled softly, pacing the store like a caged animal, craving more of that sensation, more of the electric charge he got from each drag. His heart raced every time he held the vape between his teeth, almost like he was biting down on a prey.
His obsession grew, and soon, Wyatt could think of nothing else. He would order cases of Woofr, lining them up in his room like sacred artifacts. He even started designing his own flavor, one he called "Alpha's Lust." It was an intense mix of earthy tones and a sharp minty finish, designed to evoke the wild instincts of the wolf inside. Every time he used it, his barks grew louder, his fantasies wilder.
Wyatt's transformation—at least in his mind—was complete. He was no longer just a man who thought he was a wolf. He was an alpha, prowling through life, driven by the allure of Woofr and his insatiable desire to let the wolf inside him take full control. He never stopped barking.
And every puff of Woofr just made him want to howl even more.
WOOF.
