Kaleidoscope Eyes: The Gathering Storm, Part 5

KALEIDOSCOPE EYES:  THE GATHERING STORM

by uciboy

NOTE TO READER:  This is a continuation of "Kaleidoscope Eyes" published June
30, 2002.  It would be helpful to read how Kim goes through the Transformation
before starting this story.

BEGIN PART V

Kim and Angela were flown by private jet from New Orleans to Richmond,
Virginia and were led into a conference room at the Philip Morris research
facility.  Angela sat smoking nervously, unsure of why they were at this
place, but Kim remained calm and in control of her emotions.

When Mary, wearing her sunglasses, walked into the room , Angela was shocked.
"Mrs. Lee," she said with alarm.  "What are you doing here?"

"Angela," Mary replied, "the last time we met you hit me with a chair."

"Oh," Angela said squirming in her seat, "sorry about that, Mrs. Lee." "Hello
Kimmie," Mary said holding back the urge to cry and hug her daughter.  "How
have you been?"

Kim gave no immediate response.  "Why are you here," she finally asked her
Mom.

"I'm here to help you fulfill your destiny, Kim," and Mary took off her
sunglasses, revealing her kaleidoscope eyes.  

"Coooool, Mrs. Lee," Angela said in amazement.  "You've gone through the
Transformation."

Kim, however, made no response and continued to stare at her mother without
expression.

"Angela," Mary said with a slight turn of her head but keeping her eyes on her
daughter, "be a dear and wait outside so that Kim and I can talk alone."

"Oh...sure.  I'll be, uh, right outside the door."

Silence filled the room as Mary and Kim stared at one another.

"You left me in a lot of pain, Kimmie," Mary said as she took a seat.

Kim finally spoke up.  "I didn't mean to.  I was simply trying to help you
feel the power."

"And so you did," Mary replied, pulling out and lighting a Saratoga from the
pack in her hand.  She exhaled a stream of smoke across the table and said,
"We've developed a way to spread the mutation into the public, but
coordinating the exposure is going to be very difficult.  The tobacco
companies have virtually stopped current shipments of cigarettes around the
country to let supplies dwindle.  A week from today they'll begin shipping and
distributing the mutated cigarettes nationwide, with special deliveries to
PX's at military bases.  We also have men and women inside government
installations to spread the mutation quickly when the time is right.  As the
transformation will begin immediately in the host subjects, it won't be long
before the government realizes what's happening and tries to stop it.  Over
200 million Americans don't smoke - so we have to make a considerable dent in
that number in a very limited amount of time.  By the end of the first day,
however, you should have millions of new smokers waiting to fight for your New
Society."

Kim continued to stare without any emotion.  The Transformation had taken such
a hold of her that it had robbed her of expressing any personal feelings for
other individuals.  All she could feel was the constant obsession of
fulfilling her destiny.  Nothing else mattered anymore.

After a moment of silence between the two, Kim said intensely,  "This is a
revolution.  There is no turning back once it starts - and nothing will stop
me from accomplishing my goal."

"I know, dear.  The tools that I am providing for you will help you reach that
goal."  Just then Rob walked into the room.  "This is Robert Keys," Mary said,
"General Manager of Philip Morris' Research Division.  He'll be sending a
large supply of mutated cigarettes with you on the jet ride home to disperse
to your followers.  Use this week wisely, Kim.  You need to set the groundwork
for what is to come."

Kim stood up to leave, saying nothing else and heading for the door.

"Kimmie," Mary asked quietly staring at the wall, "will I ever have my
daughter back?"

Kim paused.  "My name is Sister Kim," she said blankly and walked out of the
room.

Mary hung her head and began to sob - but she forced the tears to stop.  "No,"
she said out loud, "this is how it must be."  She stood up from the table to
leave but suddenly felt a searing pain inside her head.  She gasped and fell
back to the chair, her vision going black for a moment.  "What's happening to
me," she murmured in pain.

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As Mary and Kim spoke in the conference room, Angela waited outside the door
nervously, taking one last puff on her Benson and Hedges and dropping it into
an ashtray in the hallway.  Since she had run away with Kim, she had begun
smoking so heavily that she could go no more than a few minutes without
lighting another cigarette.  Yet when she instinctively reached for the pack
in her pocket, she found it empty.  Normally a panic attack would have ensued
for this chain smoker, but she felt fortunate that she was in the right
location to fulfill that nicotine craving.  This is a cigarette company,
afterall, she thought to herself.  There must be something to smoke around
here.

She started opening and closing doors in the hallway, growing more nervous by
the minute as she found no cigarettes, and finally came across one of the lab
rooms.  On one of the desks sat an opened pack of Virginia slims 100s with two
cigarettes remaining.  Well, she thought with some relief, it's not my Benson
and Hedges but it will have to do.  She put a cigarette in her mouth and lit
it, deeply breathing in the rich smoke.  Hmm, she thought, these are pretty
good actually - nice and smooth.  She took another deep drag and suddenly
began to feel a bit dizzy.  Woh, what's that all about, she murmured as she
steadied herself.  

She could feel a tingling developing in her lungs that suddenly began to
spread throughout her body.  "I had no idea how wonderful these were," she
said out loud and double-pumped her next puff, inhaling it with a snap and
exhaling a creamy stream.  She smiled as she brought the cigarette up to her
mouth again, inhaling a puff through her nostrils and feeling like she could
literally float across the room.  She began to giggle like a little school
girl who had just tried her first cigarette.

As she reached down to flick some ash into an ashtray on the desk, she caught
a glimpse of her reflection on a computer screen.  She did a double-take.  Are
those my eyes, she asked in disbelief?  Holy Shit!  My eyes are shimmering.
I've gone through the Transformation!  For Angela, it felt like Christmas
morning - and she had just opened the present she had wanted most.

She didn't know what to do first.  She felt this incredible instinct to turn
other people into smokers - an instinct this wicked girl had always felt but
one that could now be accomplished easily.  It was as if she had forgotten why
she was in Richmond at all or that she came with Kim.  All she could think
about was showing other people the power of smoking.  She looked at her watch
- 11 pm.  "Nobody is gonna be in the building that I can convert," she
thought, "so I need to get into the city."  Feeling the power of the mutation
flowing through her veins, she picked up the remaining cigarette and walked
out the front door, heading down the road towards the city lights.

+++++++++++++++++++

Leave it to Angela to find the nearest rave club in downtown Richmond, but not
before making a quick stop at an all-night convenience store to acquire a few
packs of Benson and Hedges.  She wanted to save her remaining Virginia Slim
for the right moment - or more accurately, the right guy.  When she got to the
club, she breezed by the long-line of people and walked up to the bouncer at
the door.

"You'll have to get in line," he snarled.

"I'm on a mission," she said to him.  "Let me pass," and she pulled his face
close to hers after taking a hard draw on her Benson and Hedges.  The bouncer
stepped back in a stupor to let her in and she walked through the door,
immediately soaking in the excitement of the loud music and the flashing
lights.  She marched up to the bar and ordered a Corona.  

"I.D.," the bartender asked.  A cloud of smoke from Angela's mouth and the
barkeep turned around and lit himself a cigarette as he poured her the beer.

Angela brought the cigarette up to her lips as she surveyed the room.  She was
determined to seek out every non-smoker in the club and she walked from person
to person, exhaling smoke into unsuspecting faces and then handing them a
cigarette from one of her packs.  This is too easy, she said, as the smoke in
the room began to visibly increase.  The exhilaration she felt from this power
was making her pussy wet.  She began to caress her cunt under her skirt as she
walked from table to table, laughing wickedly as she gathered converts for the
Revolution to come.  

Then she saw HIM at the bar - tall, blonde hair, blue eyes, muscular,
fashionably dressed.  This gorgeous man would be the one tonight to quench
that craving that was even beyond the ability of a cigarette to satisfy. 

She walked towards him like a tiger walks towards its prey.  She took one last
deep puff on her Benson and Hedges and dropped it on the floor, opening her
mouth wide to let the thick smoke pour out as she drew closer to him, her
shimmering eyes fixed on the kill.

"Hi," he said as she came up to him.  "My name is Phil."

"I don't care," she said as she lit the mutated Virginia Slim.  "Dance with
me."  She grabbed his hand and led him out to the floor where the trance music
blared at a deafening volume.  The air was heavy with smoke as virtually all
the dancers in the club were now smoking. 

Angela moved her body close to Phil's, her pelvis grinding against his.  She
could feel his hard dick pressing against her waist and she instinctively
brought the cigarette up to her lips for a deep puff.  She grabbed Phil by the
back of the neck and forced his mouth onto hers where she blew a full gust of
mutated smoke into his lungs.  She lifted her head back, laughing at what she
had done, and double-pumped a drag on her cigarette, directing the exhale once
again into Phil's mouth.  She watched the pupils in his eyes begin to dilate
and then shimmer as he continued to dance close to her.  She brought the
cigarette up to his lips and he puffed hard on it, greedily sucking the
wonderful smoke into his body.

"Fuck me," she ordered and her hand reached down to forcefully rip his pants
open and pull out his hard cock from behind his underwear.  His hands reached
down under her skirt, only to discover that there were no panties, and so he
grabbed her by the thighs and shoved his dick deep into her pussy.  "Yessss!"
Angela shouted as she put one arm around Phil's neck and used the other hand
to keep the cigarette close to her lips.  The music continued to play wildly
as other dancers on the floor began to blow smoke on Angela and Phil who were
joined at the waist for all to see.  

Phil used his strong arms to forcefully move Angela's body back and forth, and
he began yelling out with pleasure.  The Transformation had taken full hold of
him.  He was experiencing a form of pleasure unlike anything he had ever felt
before.  Angela, too, had never experienced a fuck like this, and she knew
that she was about to cum - but she refused to let it happen quickly.  This
moment must last, she said to herself, you must feel the power for as long as
possible.  She pulled hard on the cigarette, burning the tobacco all the way
down to the filter, and inhaled a hot blast of smoke into her lungs.  It was
too much.  She couldn't hold it.  She yelled out on the dance floor,
"Obey!!!!!!!" and felt a gushing between her legs as Phil ejaculated, bringing
on a violent orgasm within her.  She nearly collapsed from the shaking of her
body, but Phil held on tight, refusing to let go and continuing to thrust his
dick into her pussy until every seed had been planted deep into her womb.  The
two stood motionless as the music continued to play and the dancers surrounded
them, engulfing their bodies in smoke.

END PART V

Coming next....the Revolution!

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