The Cooper Girls, Part 4

Author's warning: The following story contains graphic descriptions of the
effects of smoking and adult language and situations. It is not recommended
that you read it unless you are an adult and are not offended by the
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The Cooper Girls
PART 4: UNDERSTANDING

Having rested for a while, Rita went ahead and took a shower as she had
planned. When she was done, she chatted with one of her friends for a
while. She dared not tell her anything about the great smoking experiment.
After her conversation, she began to watch tv for a while. As she watched,
she began to get restless. She shifted her position on the couch quite a
bit but just couldn't seem to get comfortable.

She glanced at the pack of cigarettes on the table and it occurred to her
that she should have another cigarette if she was going to meet her quota
of the day. She pulled one out and lit it up. A great calm came over her as
the thick smoke began to fill her lungs. She held each of the many breaths
of smoke she took for a while as she was engrossed in her television show.
When she went to take her umpteenth puff, she noticed that the cigarette
was all finished. She was a little surprised that she could smoke a whole
cigarette so fast and unnoticeably. She didn't feel sick at all and decided
to have another cigarette immediately after the one she just had because
she figured that would mean she would only have to have one more cigarette
today.

She smoked her second cigarette rather uneventfully. She had to admit that
it was very enjoyable and relaxing to smoke while she watched tv. The smoke
made her feel really good as it filled her lungs puff after puff. She
almost forgot that tar was settling on her lungs and turning them brown
because the whole process was so enjoyable. She lamented that it was almost
going to be a shame to have to quit. There was no way she was going to put
her body through years of smoking, though.

The day passed with her smoking one more cigarette. At around 9:pm, Barbara
came home. Robert was with her. As they walked through the door they were
laughing and joking while each of them held lit cigarettes. Rita could tell
they had a good day.

"Good news, Rita." Barbara exclaimed "Robert's going to set me up with a
job at the glass factory he works at. One of their secretary's husbands got
a job in Chicago and I'm going to take her spot."

"That's great news, mom!" Rita joyfully replied.

"On top of that, it pays twice what I made at the auto plant. It's also a
union job, so it'll be more secure."

Rita and Barbara embraced each other in a great big hug. Rita felt so happy
and secure now. She was happy for her mother and for her own well-being. It
looked to her as though the tough times would be over.

She came over and hugged Robert as well. She thanked him for what he had
done for her mother. After they hugged, Robert asked Rita "so, how's the
smoking going?"

"You told him all about it, mom? Why would you do that?"

"Remember, hon, he's the one who's been buying my cigarettes. Those are his
cigarettes we've both been smoking."

"Oh yeah. I guess it wouldn't be right for him not to know what we're doing
with his gifts to you."

Robert said "Your mom tells me your teacher told you how bad smoking is for
you. A lot of people become prejudiced against smoking when they find out
all that stuff, then they go on and irritate all the people they know who
smoke when they don't even know what it really means to smoke. You're a
good daughter to try it out for yourself before you judge your mom."

"Well, I try", Rita blithely replied.

"I hear you're doin pretty well for a beginner. Most people can't inhale as
good as you do when they've just started, much less at the age of eight.
You should be proud of yourself."

"I guess I am, in a way. I sure am no whimp."

"That's the spirit. Tell you what - why don't you show me how you smoke a
cigarette. I just can't picture a young girl like you smoking like a pro."

Rita felt a little awkward over Robert's request and she already smoked her
quota for the day, but she felt very grateful for what he'd done for them
so she consented. Besides that, smoking another cigarette would bring her
that much closer to finishing the carton and living up to her agreement.

"All right. Everyone gather to see the little girl smoke" Rita said with
humorous sarcasm. She picked up the pack of cigarettes she was working on,
pulled one out and set it ablaze. She could see that Robert looked somewhat
awed when she sucked the smoke into her mouth and inhaled.

Robert had to try hard to hide his unavoidable erection as he saw little
Rita's chest expand as it filled with smoke. He had never seen anything
nearly as arousing as this in his whole life. That was the best carton of
cigarettes he ever bought. He couldn't wait until the whole carton
disappeared into this young girl's lungs - hopefully to be followed up by
an endless series of future cartons. "Very good!" he said. "You look just
like a pro."

Despite some minor embarrassment, Rita really enjoyed the attention she was
getting. Her mother and Robert looked at her as though she was a beautiful
movie star. She felt glamorous when she was smoking for them.


Over the next few weeks, Barbara was getting settled into her new job and
Rita was getting used to all the changes this brought. The two Cooper women
had become closer to one another then they ever had before. Rita's smoking
continued and she increased her daily intake gradually over time. She
slowly grew to love it more than anything else she did. She had several
more instances of smoky ecstasy and was having them more frequently. She
was so unable to explain them that she finally approached her mother one
day and asked her about it.

"Mom, do you promise not to think I'm weird if I tell you something? Rita
asked.

"Of course not. You can ask me about anything that's on your mind." Barbara
replied.

"Well, first of all, lately I've been enjoying smoking pretty much. You
were right when you said it felt good to smoke - better than eating candy.
I'm beginning to think that I may not want to quit. I feel like I'd be an
idiot if I chose to continue smoking when I know how bad it is for me. I
mean, you started when people didn't know it was bad and you and it's
really hard for you to quit. I don't think it would be so hard for me to
quit right now, but I don't want to."

"If that's how you feel, Rita, go with it. You only have one life and
you've chosen to spend yours with pleasure rather than the best long-term
health. I think you've made a wise decision."

"I've also decided that I don't want you to quit smoking. It feels so good
and I want you to keep feeling good for the rest of your life."

"Thank you, hon. It must have been hard for you to come to that opinion and
I appreciate your effort."

"That's not the main thing I wanted to talk to you about. There's something
else that I've been doing that I can't figure out. Sometimes when I smoke I
start feeling ... well ... nasty, but in a good way."

"You mean you're getting aroused from you're smoking."

"Yeah, that's it. I start getting aroused and I start to rub myself 'down
there'. It feels so good when I do that and I keep doing it until I have an
organism. I feel so embarrassed. What's wrong with me?"

"Hon, that's nothing to be embarrassed about. I do it too. I also did it
when I was just about your age. There's something I need to tell you about
the Cooper women, of which you and I are the newest generation..." At this
point Barbara told her all about her family history with cigarette smoking.
"...Beyond the natural love of the way smoking feels that we posses,
there's another part of our love of smoking that you are just now
discovering. We are sexually aroused by it. There's nothing in the world we
can do about it and I, for one, wouldn't want to do anything about it.
Cooper women were always well educated and they always knew that smoking
was really unhealthy. For some reason we are aroused by what smoke is doing
to our bodies. When we are aroused, we just want to put more and more smoke
into our lungs. We just can't help it." Barbara continued on by telling her
about the fact that her smoking was predestined and she was meant to begin
at the age of nine.

Rita finally spoke up, "Wow thank you for telling me all of that. I wish I
came to you earlier, but I was just so ashamed. I'm really proud of being a
Cooper girl and I want to learn how to smoke as much as you do. I really
love filling my lungs with tar and I want my lungs to be like yours."

With that comment, Barbara giggled with happiness and prepared Rita for a
new smoking lesson.

"Let me show you how to REALLY smoke a cigarette - Cooper style. All the
cigarettes that you smoke when you're out in the world you can keep smoking
the way you're doing now. When you're at home, however, you'll want to
smoke them like this. follow along with me now." Barbara took a cigarette
for herself and then handed one to Rita. Each of the girls lit them up and
Barbara continued the lesson, urging Rita to mimic her.

"What do we want from our cigarettes? We want tar and nicotine - as much of
it as we can get. Why do we want it? Well, we want tar to coat our lungs
and turn them brown and stiff and nicotine to make us feel good and keep us
addicted so that we keep putting more tar and nicotine in our lungs. First
of all, we want to keep smoking strong cigarettes like these - no whimpy
brands. What's the point of sucking twice as hard to get half as much.
Without a robust cigarette, your working with a lot of air and not a lot of
smoke.

"Secondly, you want to inhale as much smoke as possible. I noticed that
you're instinctively taking big puffs and double pumps without anyone even
teaching you. That's good and you'll want to keep it up. The more smoke you
inhale, the more tar you've got to coat your lungs with. You can even try
to take triple and quadruple pumps...like this...that's very good, Rita.

"Third, you want to breathe it in as deep as you can. This allows as much
of your lung tissue to be exposed to the smoke as possible. This makes sure
to spread the risk of smoking to your entire lung mass and allows more of
the tar to be absorbed into your lungs before it gets blown out. You can do
this better than me because a big portion of my lungs have been destroyed
by my smoking and don't work anymore. That's the result of doing what we're
doing here. Over time more and more of my lungs will stop working until
they don't work at all. The same thing will happen to you, too."

"Wow, mom", Rita interrupted. "I can't believe how neat it is to talk to
you about all this stuff. How long will it take before your lungs
don't...you know...work anymore...I'm...uh...just wondering."

"You don't have to be embarrassed, angel. I know how you feel and its okay
- I feel exactly the same way that you do about smoking. It's in our blood,
remember? In fact it's the whole reason I'm showing you this and why we do
it, so we might as well just come out with it. You want to know when my
lungs will fail and your sort of excited about it. You'd like to see me get
lung cancer or emphysema. You might be shocked, but I'm really excited
about myself getting lung disease. Even more shocking, I'm excited about
YOU getting lung disease. I'm doing this to help you get it faster. Robert
is also excited about the two of us getting lung cancer or emphysema. The
reason he's been buying me cigarettes while we were poor was so that I
didn't have a chance to quit and let my lungs heal. There is a whole world
of pleasure and eroticism in smoking that you are justnow discovering."

Barbara continued, "I never told you what happened to your father. All you
know is that he died doing something he loved. Well, I guess I should tell
you that he died of lung cancer. He had it unusually early because he was
able to smoke like no one else I'd ever seen. He would just chain smoke
endlessly and would never have to rest his lungs. It was sad when he was
gone, but it was what he and I both wanted. You're grandmother and all the
other Cooper girls also eventually died of lung cancer. Even to the end
they never regretted it. They swore they would do nothing different if they
had to do it all again. This is our destiny too, Rita."

Hearing her mother's words opened up something  deep inside of Rita. What
she said seemed to set her soul free. She'd never felt as whole as she felt
at this moment. It's as if a huge weight were lifted off her shoulders and
a blindfold she'd worn all her short life was taken from her eyes. Smoking
WAS in her blood. It was her pleasure. It was her companion. It was her
life. It was her death. She realized that she reveled in all that smoking
had to give her - All the pleasure that it spread throughout her body from
her lungs to her outer limbs each and every moment of each and every day,
to the poison that it collected in her chest - a bomb that it was
constructing in her body to exact penance for its services.

She looked at her mother and shuddered as tears welled up in her eyes. She
drew closer in an embrace, never breaking eye contact and forced herself to
speak. Barbara gazed longingly at Rita knowing that the initiation in her
heart had at last been passed. "Mom...." Rita sniffled "I want you to die
of lung cancer... I want your lungs to not work anymore. I want your
breathing to stop because there's too much damage in your body for it to
continue..."

Barbara cried tears of joy as she rocked Rita in her arms, both of them
giggling between the tears. She was a true Cooper woman now. Her destiny
was fulfilled. She comforted her daughter with some soft words "I'll get
lung cancer soon enough. My lungs aren't going to take much more of this
and they'll stop working someday. Yours will too. A huge tumor's going to
pop up inside your lungs and take your life before you know it."


Rita laid down in her bed and thought about all that had gone on lately.
She gradually drifted to sleep. As the sandman was slowly working his magic
on her, she had a dream similar to the one she had before except this time
it wasn't a nightmare. She and her mother were playing frisbee in the park.
After running around and having fun for a while, her mother started
coughing. Rita came over and suggested that they rest for a while, so they
both sat down. After a little more coughing her mother lit up a cigarette
and the coughing subsided.

As before, she could suddenly see inside the chests of the people in the
park. She could see everyone's lungs. A man jogged past them and his lungs
were vibrantly pumping air in and out despite the fact that they were
pretty brown and a little stiffened from smoking. He was very happy despite
this and went merrily on his way. A young mother was playing with her two
little children in the sandbox next to Rita. Her lungs were already stained
a rich amber brown and her children's lungs were an light brownish shade
from her second-hand smoke. The young mother's husband came up behind her
and hugged her before playfully wrestling with her in the grass. He,
looking almost a decade older than her and had dark brown and black mottled
lungs, which he used to laugh and joke loudly. She sensed a calm,
satisfaction in their chests. Nothing was wrong here. Off in the distance
she spied an older couple in their sixties. They were enjoying a refreshing
smoke as they walked along the lake shore hand in hand. Both sets of lungs
in this couple were dark black and shriveled, but they kept on inhaling
more smoke into their chests with peaceful abandon. They truly enjoyed
their lives and enjoyed their many years of smoking together.

Finally, she looked at her mother's lungs. They were a rich, dark sienna
and rested comfortably in her chest as she gently breathed smoke into them.
Rather than a terrible sight, this now looked very beautiful to Rita and
she became a little jealous. when she looked down at her own lungs they
were still soft and pink to her dismay. Without hesitation, Rita made a
wish. She closed her eyes and wished hard. When she opened them, she looked
at her lungs again and saw that they were slowly turning brown and stiff. A
calm euphoria swept through her body the likes of which she had never
experienced before. Every inhale was sweet and pleasurable. It felt SO GOOD
to have smoker's lungs in her chest. She vowed that this dream would come
true.

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