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This story is a predominantly smoking fetish. So sorry. However the female protagonist is clearly quite chunky! Some may enjoy, but I guess many won't! The Second Husband You will never guess, but I said yes! Also, it will not escape you to know, I can’t help it that I smoke, and yes, I like to smoke. It is all totally Angie Johns fault, which was in turn was all her two-year older brother Graham’s fault. Anyway, long story shortened somewhat is that she via him learnt to smoke at the weekends. Which meant that as she practiced if that what you want to call it after school during the week, and as I was hanging out with her because she was such a cool friend, I also learnt to smoke. As together we slowly let call it “practiced” and understood how to smoke, making ourselves look as stylish and the coolest girl out there as possible. Nicotine and its talented evil hooks made a life for itself in my body, almost like a parasite, as it made itself very much noticeable. As such I then over time I learned to love to smoke. I had to. So, for my delight in the process of continuously and repetitively filling my lungs with that rather wonderful stuff – the nicotine rich smoke, I now smoke too much. This brings me to Simon who has just attempted to quietly cough as he rolled over to talk to me as I have just lit my very much needed second cigarette of the morning. "Just how can you smoke so much Liz?" he asks me with admiration whilst resting his head on his hand as his elbow is wedged against the pillow. He has asked me before, several times in fact. It’s a normal conversation for us. Its 7 am and I have been awake for what seems like ages, we were out late, we should still be sleeping, but my needs must, and I am already smoking my second cigarette of the day. We've now been together two years and he so loves me. At least I know he loves me smoking. And I do so love him, honestly, I do love Simon. I try and sometimes, if I remember to keep my eyes open, watch the way he looks at me as I fill my lungs with smoke. It’s almost like if I'm smoking just for him. He is in awe of what I do. I love that I can do that for him. But the truth is I'm smoking because I need to. I really do. Not for him. For me. I really do need to smoke. All because of Angie and her ‘evil’ brother, having a bit of fun, now I am here, over ten years later and I am helplessly and truly addicted to my cigarettes. Back then Angie persuaded me that it was its sexy on a Saturday morning to walk down the street together with cigarette between our fingers, wiggling our hips and getting the boys to look at us as we bathed them in our exhaled smoke. It was fun, as they did stand there and watch us. We were so cool! Now I don’t know what to think. As I need to stop after walking halfway down the high street and have sit down on the bench to have a quick rest whilst I enjoy my smoke rather than keep walking. The men probably look at me now because some fat sexy girl has stopped to sit on the planter to have a smoke. It’s not fun, it’s not a show, it’s a necessity. But as I sit, I get to watch the latest generation of girls giggling as they are sauntering down the street with no care in the world. I did that once. Almost every morning I cough violently, spitting up and quickly swallowing what must be almost a swimming pool worth of phlegm. Granted it’s not every morning, honestly. This morning it was no different. He tells me I'm so sexy when I do. I know I am not. He is lying. I’ve seen myself cough in the mirror. I look awful. I screw my face up, my chin disappears, and my wrinkles deepen, I look real shit. I know I do. I don't understand him sometimes. Even I’m annoyed by my smoking. I know it’s disgusting, and my lungs almost hurt me until I hurriedly get my cigarette lit. If he were a smoker, he would understand the pain. But he doesn't. He just gets very turned on with me smoking. I just wake up and then need to smoke a cigarette as fast as I can. I know I smell disgusting, and my mouth taste like shit, but for some twisted reason he still loves me. No sooner have I lit a cigarette in bed is he moving my hand and filter out the way so that he can passionately kiss my soft body and mouth, and I don’t understand why. I really wish he would wait for three minutes as I need my cigarette, not a kiss and a grope, however nice they actually are. Last night after a bottle of wine and yes maybe way too much vodka afterwards he kindly asked me, and I agree to try and to do a sexy dance for him in just my newest sexy underwear. I had bought the set just for the evening. I knew it would not stay on me for long, but hey, I wanted to be as sexy girlfriend as possible for him. How embarrassing. I dangled my cigarette and even after all the drink the smoke still kept burning my eyes. But I held on. I danced for him the best I could. I wiggled my large hips and stroked by large overhanging belly and of course squeezed breasts for him. He likes me doing that. He loves me. All of me. I can't imagine what kind of face I must have been making. As to me it wasn't a sexy smile. It could have been pain. It wasn’t a fast dance; I can’t do that anymore. I tried to be sultry. I even flicked off my red bra and enjoyed the moment as I let my breasts flop out for him. As I danced, they swayed, swung, bounced on top of my belly, I jiggled them around for him. The smoke from my cigarette swirled around me too. But my lungs and my non-existent fitness levels are such that before I could even contemplate romantically trying to slide my knickers down my thighs I started coughing violently. My cigarette dropped to the floor. I only went and burnt the carpet. Again. By my bedroom the floor is awful. I need a new carpet. I bent over coughing. I coughed so much. I could taste disgusting ball of phlegm and fresh tar into my mouth and just had to swallow. I had nowhere to spit. And when it was done, and my lungs had settled I desperately reached over to light a new cigarette. But before I could light it, he then kissed me. And he said he loved me. I could easily see how turned on he was. It didn’t take long with his help and encouragement for my matching enormous red mesh knickers to finally reach the floor this time. For a bit we had great sex but again I couldn’t come. We had to stop well before he or I could. My lungs couldn't take it the action. It was too much like exercise, all that bouncing. I rolled off him wheezing. Simon kindly lit me a new cigarette and handed it to me, I lay there hauling smoke in till I calmed down. No sooner than I was breathing, and inhaling smoke properly again had he jumped up and straddled me and whilst I smoked, he sat there looking at my eyes whilst he tugged his large member above my belly and breasts as I focused on repetitively pulling smoke into my lungs, I just had to chain lit another cigarette and kept smoking as he kept tugging. I guess I should have given him a blow job, but hey I needed my cigarette first. Before I had finished the second cigarette, he finally came over me his salty cream sprawling over my white sagging breasts. We soon mopped up, stubbed out my cigarette, kissed, and then rolled over and soon both went to sleep. Last night had also been our two-year anniversary. Simon planned a perfect night out. He surprised me by taking me to the restaurant where we had our first date. In the two years since we had visited it had become much fancier and as such much more expensive whilst I had certainly got cheaper. He had made a reservation and saved up enough money to take me. Somehow, he spent months planning it without telling me. But when we got there, and he asked for the outside smoking section they told her there didn't have one anymore. I could tell Simon was crushed. He looked at me, her eyes were watering. I was heartbroken but since leaving the taxi I was needing a cigarette. He had put so much effort into making such a special night he had forgotten to ask the important question. I wanted to tell him it was fine and to take the table. That I would hold on and just take a couple of smoke breaks between courses and to make it through the meal. But the words couldn't come out of my mouth. I was too devoted to my addiction, even if I hated it. So, we went to a burger place around the corner that had an outside seating. It was cold out. I could tell Simon was uncomfortable, he was shivering. But I didn’t care, I needed to smoke. Plus, I got to eat extra onion rings and importantly extra-large fries. It was a win-win. "I'm so sorry about this, honey." I told him as smoke poured out my mouth. "Don't worry Liz. You need to smoke." He spoke. "I certainly don’t want you to have to go without your cigarettes any more than you do." Oh he had no idea what he was saying. He didn't understand. "But you put so much planning into our night, and I ruined it." I said. "Baby, I love the fact that you smoke. It’s part of who you are. I don't want to see you without a cigarette." He said, "It’s really simple. It’s my fault. I should have checked about the smoking section before making the reservation. I'm so sorry I made you feel that way." Just two weeks ago we went to the beach. It was a beautiful sunny day, and we went to a peaceful secluded spot. It was hot, and I was too hot too. Simon did all the heavy lifting while I sat in the beach chair and eat and of course smoked. But the wind was so strong. It was a struggle to light each cigarette and they just wouldn't stay lit. Unfortunately, I eventually threw a huge shouting fit and swore at him. I needed to sit there, smoke and take in some rays. It was too stressful. I could tell he was hurt. I think he almost cried. He took the wind being too strong personally. He should have brought with him the windbreak he told me he had. We had to leave an hour later. Only finally, in the car, and I could relax, I could easily light a cigarette and once I had calmed my cravings I apologized. But eventually he turned to me and said- "Don’t ever apologize to me. It’s my fault. I got in between you and your addiction, and I should have known better." He was practically sobbing. "You didn't deserve to be put through that. You needed your cigarettes, and you couldn't smoke there. And it’s my entire fault. I'm so sorry." This morning the idiot wants to go hiking. But with all the wine and vodka, I can’t even think about walking that much. I really don’t want to go anywhere. My lungs certainly won’t allow it. And I have obligation to them, before him. I do. My addiction comes first. It always does. It’s a blessing, but also a curse. But I've given in completely to it. I need to smoke. I will at least attempt to walk, but I know once we set off, I will soon stop and sit on a nearby wall and rest my legs and feed my lungs and give them what they really need. He once asked me how I started smoking. The truth is I really can't remember. I know it happened one afternoon with Angie, but I can’t remember the how and the why since then I've always smoked. I now really can’t remember not smoking. Another time as we bought another carton of cigarettes at the supermarket, he again asked me how much I smoked. And I answered that I didn't know. He said she would find out. That day he sat down with a notebook and marked down every cigarette I smoked. But somewhere around me opening my second pack he got rather so aroused we went into the bedroom and didn’t really come out, so from then on, he lost count. So, all I know is I can safely say I smoke more than one pack a day, maybe two. So today, I am still laying here in bed, about chaining into my third cigarette, while Simon looks at me with admiration, his hand just cupping the best he can my breast, they make his fingers look tiny and pathetic, as he tweaks and plays with my equally large, and now due to his twiddling, rather erect nipples as he is waiting patiently until I am ready to finally get up. I will do after this cigarette. He then looks at me in the eyes as the smoke drifts between us and asks. "If you had to choose between me and your cigarettes, who would you choose?" I pause, I stare at him and don't answer. I can’t. My mouth moves, I want my lips to say that I choose Simon. But I'm lying. I love my cigarettes too much. I would never choose anything over them. I can't answer that question. To fill the time and space, my hand moves and the filter reaches the safety of my lips, I just take a deep drag and fill my lungs. It feels so much better. I blow another cloud of nicotine depleted smoke into the void between us. With that he grinned "That's exactly what I wanted to hear." Simon says still smiling. "I love that devotion. You're actually already married...” he paused and as confusion scrawled across my face he looked at me then smiled “…to your cigarettes." I chuckled at that statement, and I looked at him with curiosity and before I have finished exhaling there is already a thick fog of smoke between us, but I have to just urgently drag on my filter again. "Will you marry me?" he says reaching behind him and producing a little black velvet covered box. "Liz, can I be your second husband?" The End

Hey ya'll I used to be on here a long long time ago I just wanted to say hi and share a few pics see what you guys think and if you would like to see more of me

This is a fetish based story. If it's too sexy, please delete! Chapter 1 A few years ago, whilst in my last year at college, I met and dated this rather stunning girl called Tina. We used to hang out and party quite a bit at the weekends, even going to the cinema a couple of times. On our rather frequent social occasions she would when she had ** enough, she would smoke the odd cigarette or two for me. She classed herself as a social smoker. As that was my kink, I liked pretty girls who smoked, and she knew it. She said she could tell by both my eyes and my cock. When she was nicely lubricated, she played and tormented me for fun. She shared a flat with her cousin Amy who again was equally easy on the eye. You could tell both girls had similar ancestry, but Tina was brunet and Amy a natural blonde. They were chalk and cheese, yet somehow similar in temperament, they survived by living together as housemates. After a while of getting to know them a little and as I said I was dating Tina for a few months or so and for those couple of months life was fun, and we had a very intimate time. But with all relationships it’s a balance of taking the smooth with the rough, and with those two it was certainly a rocky relationship. Likewise, as Amy and Tina were living together, shared a grandfather and were relatives of similar age, they behaved as if there were sisters as they were always bickering and fighting each other. They had that delightful love hate relationship. So, at the weekends when I was around their flat the air was always filled with tension. For reasons unknown my relationship at that time with Tina didn’t last long it sort of fizzled out. I think my social group drifted to different bars, looming exams it all meant we never met up in the evenings. It could also have been on one of the holidays from college we never properly met up again afterwards. I cannot really put a finger on it. But all said and done, we drifted apart and effectively split up. We could say we remained “friends” as we never fell out, but then we could not fall out, as we never saw each other again. Even though I was romantically involved with Tina, I had however always appreciated the attractiveness of both cousins, as a red-blooded male, it was difficult not to. As such I had always enjoyed watching both girls when rather relaxed on a Saturday night looked absolutely stunning with a cigarette between their rather beautiful hands and lips. I also got to see both girls in various stages of undress on the Sunday morning. Neither of the girls were prudish with their bodies. They were comfortable with me being around them. Meant I got to see more than I should. That was always good fun. They came from a small town and had very conservative families. The fact that they drank and when they were out drinking, they also smoked, it was either kept quiet about but was certainly frowned upon. Deep down they believed themselves to be rebels. But overtly, they were good girls. They were not the sort of girls when out getting ** to where extremely short miniskirts and braless boob tubes. They dressed appropriately, but always had the hint of the tease. The thing is, I never really managed to find a girlfriend afterwards. My parents, especially my mom kept asking me to date my work mates. Who I admit are rather sexy, especially Molly, but for reasons I have yet to put a finger on, I never really found the opportunity? *** That is the background. Now we roll forward five years, I’ve graduated with a good degree and got a great high paying job. I was really lucky. I was slowly working my way up the management chain, by working hard and earning good money in a good job. Life was fun. Money to spend on things I like. I could go away at the weekends or buy whatever I liked. Managed to save a deposit on a nice flat, with a bit help from my mom. Single life suited me. That all changed the other evening, as I was driving home from work. It was late enough to be dusky but too early to be the dark of night. It was late spring, and I had been working far too late and was as much stressed as I was tired. I was changing the radio station over to a bit of rock to try and wake myself up and out of the corner of my eye I clocked something moving from the pavement into the middle of the road. My reflexes kicked in I put the brakes on fast and skidded to a stop. With my heart beating hard I believed that I had run over a dog that darted in front of my car. As I am a caring sort of chap who rather like dogs, I stopped to check if it was ok. There was a little dog standing in the middle of the road, its long black leash trailing behind it. The cute animal’s tail was wagging excitedly. I was just grateful it wasn’t a busy road. I got out of the car rushed over and grabbed its leash and stroked it a couple of times, I have no idea what type of dog it was, with its large member I could tell it was male, and that it was all white except for its black nose and golden tip to its tail. I was about to call the phone number on the name tag when on the pavement beside me an old grey-haired lady with a red scarf over her head wearing a dark grey over coat slowly shuffled out of the shadows and almost painfully slowly came around the corner purposefully putting her walking stick with a thud on the ground each time in front of her. "Oh, thank you my dear” she wheezed “for so much for stopping and saving him.” She slowly took a deep breath “He just got away from me when we were coming back from our afternoon walk.” She wheezed “What’s your name?" She gently whispered, as her lips moved it revealed that she only had three brown wonky front teeth "My name is Pete, and yours?" I was polite enough to introduce myself as my heart continued thumping. "My name is Gloria.” She rasped again “I’m just very grateful for saving my dog, I’m not a quick as I once was can never keep up with him.” Her lungs rattled “Please; let me make it so, for you." She said, as her warm wrinkled delicate fingers decorated with gold bands around her narrow digits grabbed my arm. As she did, the world stopped the air disappeared. The road noise, even the yapping dog went quiet, the birds stopped tweeting. I could almost not breath. There in front of me was an end of terrace house. Projected on the gable end for everyone around us to see where flashes of all my sexual fantasies. They were the images from deep within my brain. I was shocked. There was a far larger Tina, there was no getting away that she was fat. In a very small ill-fitting dress was squatting in the middle of the road jetting pee out from within hem of the dress, creating a puddle of urine across the street. Tina surprisingly had a burning cigarette between her fingers waving it around, the tip shining bright red against the dark sky, before bouncing swinging her breasts from side to side. As she finished, she jolted so vigorously and with such instability to dry off her wet crotch that in a fit of drunken giggles her huge breasts, clearly not contained within a bra, then popped out of her top. She did not care that they were jiggling around as she staggered on down the street. She was about to grab my hand and the scene jumped. She was now on top of the bed, she was sitting with her chubby legs wide apart and with her cheeky grin she was teasing me- whilst smoking a cigarette. Her large cloud of exhales almost continuously bathing me in her thick smoke. I was watching on from the other end of the bed as her chubby fingers of her other hand with bright red fingernails were busy disappearing as she was playing with herself, you could see her sweat and juices glistening on her thighs and crotch. she was seriously wet and inviting. As such I was extremely erect. Before I could move forward to take advantage of the situation, the image on the wall then changed to her giving me a rather delightful looking smoking blow job. Her deliciously large sagging breasts hanging down, swinging side to side like mesmerizing huge pendulums occasionally slapping against her chubby arms and against her equally large hanging belly as she crouched at the end of the bed as her smoke-filled mouth consumed my whole shaft before releasing and continuing to exhale, her hand slid up and down my glistening body. As she regularly paused consuming my member, to take ever deeper drags on her cigarette. I was mesmerised watching as she then slowly exhaling the smoke all over me. As she focused on devouring her cigarette, a surprize appeared. Amy her equally large and naked cousin shuffled into view on the bed took a drag on her cigarette and subsequently joined in, as she kissed her cousin on the lips, dragged on her cigarette and then put her smokey mouth over my shaft and exhaled before clasping her lips over me. I was shocked watching this porno on the large wall. It was both embarrassing as it involved me and was enjoyable. I just wish all the scenes had actually happened. But I know they never actually happened. I was standing there watching my dream threesome. I knew some of these images where a mixture of part memories from a few years ago, and some were definitely more recent dreams and desires. I forgot I was in public. I don’t know how long that lasted, me staring at that brick wall. The whole process was scary yet pleasurable. We could have been standing there for seconds or hours but when the wall went blank, I was standing there with very much a hard on pushing at my trousers looking at an ugly and very old lady, all I could do was move my lips. "No, wow, thank you, really, don’t worry about it…I like dogs" I stuttered words tripping off my tongue, I was genuinely confused as to what was going on. She threw her head back, her wrinkled skin deepened as she cackled "Its fine- too late,” she wheezed, “It’s already done… and thank you!" She smiled what were left of her brown teeth, then rasped again as in my state of confusion I automatically handed her the leash and with my feet frozen to the floor she nodded and then the dog pulled again and slowly shuffled off with the dog pulling her along, it was trying to go at a rate of knots faster than she could shuffle. I was standing there my brain jumbled and a little scared, not knowing where to move. I kept checking the wall. It was still blank. Over the next few minutes. Standing there on my own, breathing deeply, my heart rate slowly calmed down enough that I slowly got back in my car and rearranging my crotch in the seat. Then I sat there for what could have been ten minutes. I was trying to process everything. It took a while for my heartbeat and breathing rate to back to normal. I then ensured with both eyes on the road and both hands almost glued to the steering wheel, I slowly set off towards my home in a daze. I was driving overly carefully. I did not want to nearly run over another dog. My bewilderment of the crazy situation was not further helped as I was driving along, my cell phone started buzzing. I looked across at the phone on its holder on the dash, and to great surprise the screen said Tina. I dithered about picking up. It was too much of a coincidence? I took a deep breath, then being ultra-cautious, I pulled over and finally took the call. It was as if we had never been apart. She was talking as if we had spoken this morning as such, I was surprised that she was reminding me that I had agreed to her to dinner in an hours’ time. This was the first of many great shocks. But as I knew I had nothing else to do, I joke with her that organising my odd socks in the drawer could wait for another day. She cackled a deep laugh, and I readily agreed. "Don’t forget on your way over can you pick me up a pack of cigs, I’m almost out." She asked to with her almost purring voice. Again, I was confused, ‘I must have heard her wrong’ I thought, it was Thursday and not yet the weekend, but readily agreed. Still, I dutifully decided to stop at the corner shop and buy her a pack of Newports, the brand I knew that she only very occasionally smoked when she was out drinking. Chapter 2 I was all of a dither, rushing my shower then trying to shave my face, and just about managed to not cut myself trying to make myself presentable. This was my first date in like years. I know everyone says never go back. But surely, she was worth it? I thought about getting a cab, but time was getting on, almost far too quickly, so I got back in the car and on autopilot found her place. It had been ages since I had been there. The full five years. Again, I was confused. They really should have graduated and moved on. But no, they were still at the student house. Everything was wrong. Why are they still here? I parked up a few yards down from the front door and looked back at the building. I had gone in so many times. I was older that was for sure, but the building looked identical. It had not changed in the five years. I sat there and debated with myself about going to the door and inviting myself in. But nerves got the better of me, I called her on the phone telling her that I was ready outside to drive her to the restaurant. I am sure I heard the click of what sounded like a lighter, and I heard Amy's voice in the background. As with everything that day, to my disbelief again they both Amy and Tina came out the front door. I had a double take; they were very different since I last saw them. First, I saw the brunette hair of Tina emerge exhaling a huge cloud of smoke, which was surprizing followed by the blonde Amy, who once she had pulled the door too, took a massive drag on a cigarette before also blowing a cloud of smoke. Imagine my astonishment when what I have always thought of as two rather gorgeous slim women. But before me where now the polar opposite. They were two rather large chunky girls, but with recognizable features of their slim past. Their noses, and chins. Tina opened the passenger side of the car, and shuffled in, and unprompted leaned forward, I could not help but glance towards her low-cut top, you could not see far as it just a skin shelf of her huge breasts. Then, to my honest surprise, she gave me a rather delightful, big smoke-filled kiss on the lips. Then the good girl inside her, wound down her window while taking another drag off her cigarette. I clocked that Tina was wearing an equally incredibly very short skirt. Amy then coughed and groaned as she jumped in the back of the car. I could be rude and say the car rocked on the suspension as she got in. "Amy wants to know if we can drop her off at the corner shop down the road. She needs snacks and drinks for tonight. She has an exam tomorrow and will be pulling an all-nighter!" Tina announced. Amy wasn’t even speaking, just sitting there taking short repetitive frantic inhales and subsequent exhales on her cigarette quickly filling the back of the car with smoke. "Ok, sure" I said, somewhat weirded out. I didn’t know if I should be aroused or concerned. "My finally mom just sent me some money for the smokes. Thank God for that. I already spent my cigarette budget for the week and its only Thursday." Amy eventually said nervously, smoke punctuating her every word. “But I need food too!” she exclaimed. It could be argued neither of them really needed food. Of the two of them, whilst still gorgeous Amy had always been on the chubbier side, but I could see in the rear-view mirror that like Tina she had filled out even more, she was certainly still chunkier of the two, and probably significantly heavier too. Her face was fuller her cheeks were rounded, and she had a definitive double chin. She looked even further out of shape than when I knew them. Her muffin top was now a large belly seriously hanging over the top of her short skirt. The belly seriously fighting her stretched cotton top so much so you could see her belly button. Within the two minutes it took me to drive the short and what would have been easier walking distance to the corner shop they had dropped their finished cigarette butts out their open windows. With the car parked up Amy hacked a cough as she opened the door and slowly got out of the car I paused and watched in the wing mirror as she checked her handbag, then wiggled her hips as she tugged on her belt loops her denim skirt over her large bare buttocks only split by an impossibly small white thong which was digging into her fatty skin around her hips, the raising of skirt then and hit against her over hanging fat of her stomach, which wobbled sliding her stretched top up. She pulled it back down before she headed into the store. We waved goodbye, then I checked the road was clear and got the car in gear as Tina already had a fresh cigarette between her lips and was in the process of lighting it. My world was spinning on its axis sitting beside who to me was a very much chubbier Tina in a short summer skirt that showed off far too much of her fat thighs and delightful low-cut top in which her breasts where squished into. She turned to me and as the smoke drifted out her nose she frowned. "We need to go via your mom’s!” She declared. “Why?” I asked surprised and very much not sure what was going on. “I spoke to your mom and said she found an extra pack of your Marlboros at the house, asked if we wanted to stop by and pick them up before we went to dinner." She said, blowing smoke recklessly all over the car. She clearly didn’t concern herself with who her smoke bothered. “Oh right, yes of course…” I was seriously muddled. Why is she talking to my mom? "Are you ok?" she asked clearly noticing as was not. "What? Yeah, why?" I replied unconvincingly. Still trying to work out why she was talking to my mother. She really had no reason to. Things were perplexing. Had she ever spoken to my mom before? My focus instantly clicked back "Pete, what’s wrong, Pete stop being strange?" She grizzled before taking yet another inhuman drag on her cigarette. “Nothing.” I replied. “You haven’t even touched your beloved smokes. It’s like just so weird, please cop on!” She stated, casually motioning with her cigarette, her burning hot cherry pointing down towards my lap the smoke from which crossed my face whilst scattering some ash across my car in the process. “What?” I questioned watching as swung her hand back to her mouth and took yet another impressive lungful of smoke. I then glanced down to my lap, just where Tina had pointed and there wedged between my legs conveniently placed was a half open pack of cigarettes with ten filters all neatly lined up, a blue Bic lighter wedged beside them. Ones that I was convinced and knew had not been there just 2 minutes ago. "I really don’t want to smell like cigarettes if were gonna swing by my mom's house" I tried to make up as I went along, as watched out the corner of my eyes Tina her cheeks almost continuously collapsing then barreling out a continuous stream of smoke out of her mouth vaguely in the direction of the open window. She dragged hard yet again and her chest and almost whole body rose up as the smoke filled her lungs. "What the fuck, since when has that ever bothered you?" She asked with her smoke again pouring out of her mouth and nostrils. "You should light up, and relax you look really tense!" She was right, yes, I was tense. I was very much weirded out by the whole thing. "Please for Pete’s sake, just smoke, you’re making me uncomfortable; I don’t like being the only one smoking. I feel like I'm hanging out with goody too shoes Vicky." She said, sounding increasingly irritated, taking even bigger drags than I thought was possible. Admittedly, I was also starting to feel irritated. All of a sudden, I got a wave through my body of what I think was an urgent craving a cigarette, in a way I never had before. I was getting totally wired out. As the open pack was between my legs I decided to cave in and have that cigarette. But first, I hurriedly swerved the car into the layby, ignoring the horn from the car behind and following my urges leaned in my hand landed on her skin of her thigh and I kissed Tina back. I had to. My hand migrated up and down her bare thigh as our lips engaged. The intensely was amazing, and just tasting the sweet ashtray of her tongue between her freshly applied lipstick and getting the full force of her sour tobacco fuelled breath as we passionately kissed each other. It was special and it was if we had never been apart. Had we been? Then when the kiss broke, I took a deep breath to get my head straight in this twisted world and my hand moved so that the filter was soon between my lips, and I instinctively proceeded to light up just as she wanted me to. To my great surprise I felt an immense pleasure in filling my lungs with smoke. A great relief swept across my body. Something was up. I was now clearly addicted to smoking, even though I had only ever smoked socially, and not for a long time. Well since Tina and I broke up. I had not smoked since. Everything about the world I inhabited was very different now. "So where do you wanna go eat?" I asked between hungry drags on my own cigarette. I needed it that was for sure. Why did I need to smoke? "Anywhere, our usual?" Tina stated before using her current cigarette to chain lighting her next one, flicking the spent butt out the window as she exhaled. I thought for a moment panicking as to what our usual was, and then suggested "Macaroni Grill?" I thought that was the last place we might have eaten. It had been a while. She cackled a deep laugh "Cop on Peter darling, no, you can’t smoke there." She tutted, annoyed at the suggestion, knocking her long ash on the open window, they quickly scattered as we drove along. “Oh, yeah, true." I mused trying cover for my lack of knowledge. It was in the town centre with now outside smoking areas. I was looking at my hand on the steering wheel with the cigarette burning between my fingers, the smoke drifting past my nose and out my open window, that should have reminded me. "Pete, you know we need to be able to smoke. It’s like you have all of a sudden forgot about our amazing addiction. My mom would be so disappointed in you." Tina informed me. ‘What her mom is smoking too? What the hell is going on?’ I thought. "Ok right, yes, err, how about that burger place with the outside picnic tables?" I asked. She smiled and nodded in agreement, "That’s a perfect idea for sure." And pulled hard again on her cigarette. I made sure to finish up my cigarette before we pulled into the parking spaces in in front of my mom’s building. I was again surprised, I soon noticed that she was already waiting sitting on the front doorstep holding ‘my’ pack of Marlboros, and, in her other hand, she had a lit cigarette. ‘What my mom is smoking too?’ I thought as muddle about what was going on was growing bigger than my current erection. I really could not cope with it. Tina flicked her current cigarette out the window and as it rolled across the pavement, she instantly started the procedure to light a fresh cigarette before saying hello to my mom but didn’t have enough time before getting out. So, with a bit of a huff reluctantly she left the cigarette dangling as she kissed her on the cheek. As we were standing there, my mom kindly proceeded to light her cigarette for her. Blowing a huge cloud of smoke, Tina thanked my mom, who just nodded as she too took a huge drag from her own cig. I was amazed, and a little freaked out. The two women in my life smoking. This was surreal. "So, where are you headed?" She asked. "I think the Tricky’s burger ** downtown." said Tina again billowing out smoke. “We can eat, drink beer, and smoke all we want!” My mom took a deep drag, blew all the smoke out and then nodded in agreement "That’s sounds like a good idea, the portions for food are enormous and have a nice patio for us smokers" "Yes, err, that was our thought as well" I smiled going along with it. I took the single pack of cigarettes off her and got back into the car. "We’ll have fun you two!", she said happily waving as we pulled away. I saw my mom take one last drag before turning the corner away from the building. I instinctively slid another cigarette from my pack and soon lit up. "What’s up with you?" Tina asked. "Why are you scared of smoking in front of your mom?” "I don’t know. I did not realise I was?" I sighed. "I feel a little off. Maybe I am just hungry. Let’s just get dinner." I stated and Tina nodded in silence as she just continued silently dragging hard on her cigarette. It wasn’t far drive and I surprised myself by actually finishing my cigarette as we were pulling into the parking lot of the restaurant. I flicked it out the window just as Tina had done, as she had already finished hers a few moments earlier. Presumably because her drags were phenomenal deep compared to mine, she literally powered her way through cigarette after cigarette. We walked inside hand in hand. It was sweet, and romantic, her fingers were definitely chubbier than when we did this last. However, we put on a show, we were obviously a couple. We were told we had to wait 20 minutes for an outside table. "Are you serious? I’m starving." Tina moaned to me her hands patting her huge belly it jiggled and wobbled in her hands. "It’s not a big deal. It’ll take longer for us to go somewhere else anyways. Let’s get a drink from the bar and have a smoke outside?” I suggested. “Great idea, yes after my day at college, I need drink and a cigarette now." She demanded, “I will have a largest beer they have!” She then made a beeline to a small bench outside the front door. I was turned on by this whole situation, I queued up, and got the drinks and then joined her outside. I have amazing memories of watching her smoke the evening in the bar when she would get a cigarette between her lips. She would look hot as hell to me. She smoked with that teasing style. But this new reckless devotion to nicotine Is amazing. She now smokes like she just needs to smoke. She used to smoke to turn me on, now there was no style, just pure need. There was no concern with how she looked, what people thought. She was just purely addicted and enjoying every second of getting the rich thick smoke in to her lungs. She took huge, deep desperate drags and blew smoke everywhere. To be fair to her, she still knew how to smoke politely. When a couple of people walked by, she would out of courtesy blow the reeking smoke out of the corner of her mouth, or let it out slowly, so as not to be rude. But it was not her new normal way. Its more than clear that the last ‘five years’ had not been good for Tina. There was no denying she was now fat. Her posture was a way worse than it used to be, and her skin looked almost uncared for. She was paler, she had growing tired bags under her eyes, and her skin was a little dryer and she had slight acne on her cheeks and forehead. Her more than pronounced belly protruding and emphasized by stretching an overly tight top, which was equally matched by her breasts clearly squished up and out of the top as they were supported in a one or two size too small a bra. It was like she didn’t care that she was fat. Her short denim skirt showed off her stout, dimpled and chunkier white thighs which the skin swished together when she walked. When she smiled her teeth were definitely yellower, and her voice was extremely gravelly. She also had a noticeable more than occasional cough. I put this all down to the heavy smoking in five years since I last saw her. Except, I think time had moved on for me. She was still in college and exactly where I had effectively last saw here. This new world was strange. I was noticing that things around me were also different. A lot more people seemed to be smoking than normal. I saw a couple two tables down, both smoking as they had appetizers. An old couple and two women in their 30's, probably their daughters, were all sitting there smoking. And a group of friends sitting next to us, were also either smoking, or had packs sitting in front of them at the table. Even the waitress coming to take our order was blowing wisps of smoke out of her nose from what must have been a recently finished cigarette. Everyone was enjoying a drink and smoke. Tina effectively chugged the beer down in one and loudly burped wiping her mouth with her arm. She didn’t care. A fresh cigarette was soon wedged between her lips, and she was mid lighting it, when the hostess came outside and told us that our table around the back in the smoking section was ready. We moved around the diner and took yet another outside seat. The food arrived and we eat, and almost predictably Tina certainly has no problems with appetite. She enjoyed devouring that large burger and double portion of large fries with onion rings. Then had the large chocolate cake dessert. I guess she still had that student mentality eat- as I was paying. Tina effectively kept a cigarette lit at all times during our time at the restaurant. Interspersing mouthfuls of food with several lungsful of smoke washed down with copious amounts of beer. She now obviously liked to drink! When she got up to go inside to use the bathroom, she was annoyed that she could not take her cigarette with her. I joked that she could just sit there, and I wouldn’t care. She laughed me off, but with a devious twinkle in her eyes. But to be fair I enjoyed watching her huge bottom with obvious large visible panty line move against her overly tight skirt as she got her fat chunky tree stomp type legs from under the table and made her way to the toilet. She was huge unfit unit, but fuck me, still sexy as. Or was that the beer in me talking? I honestly stopped trying to keep track of how many cigarettes she was going through after a while, opting to just enjoy the spectacle instead. With some intense stares from Tina, I also smoked a few cigarettes. Clearly, I was also now addicted to smoking. When I went inside to pay Tina stayed outside to finish of her third pint as well as continue smoking. I couldn't believe how lucky I was. As I was overly full of beer, the occasion had really got to me. I carefully drove back towards their apartment, Tina flagged me down and told me to stop before we arrived. We got out the car and found Amy on a park bench 100 yards down from their front door. She was of course smoking a cigarette. On the floor in front of her were her books and notebooks, and mountain of stubbed out butts and three tubes of empty pringles. "We need to move soon. To an apartment where we can smoke, I can’t keep doing this!" Amy said to Tina, dragging furiously on her cigarette and burying her head in her books again. "We can start looking for a new place tomorrow after your final exam." “Why can you not smoke in your apartment?” I asked. They looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. Had they ever asked. I sat with them a while, smoked a cigarette, and left. For reasons unknown, or even discussed I was not invited inside their building, and the longer I stayed with them, I knew the hornier I was going to get. When it was determined I needed to leave, I wrapped my arms the best I could around Tina’s waist. Its circumference was far bigger than I remembered, and I kissed her good night and as I stretched my hands as far as they would go and grabbed and affectionately wobbled her large arse in the skirt, my hands were way too small to grab it all, but we still had in an amazing passionate embrace. Beer, cigarettes, and the hint of chocolate. Delightful kiss. I then headed home, I was casually smoking a cigarette, as if it was a natural thing to do. Was it? I tried and struggled to process everything. I couldn't stop thinking about the whole day. The smoke in the lungs helped, and everyone around me smoking. The strange thing was that also back together with Tina. I wondered what work would be like in this twisted world. I knew one thing. It would not be normal. TBC