Kristy's Transformation, Part 4

   Kristy's Transformation 
   A Sexy Smoking Story by T.J. Hall 
   tjh2020@twmi.rr.com 
   Part 4 
   
   Tuesday, May 9th (5 days later) 
   Kristy and I needed to go to the library to do a little studying. On the 
way I asked her how things were going with her mom and her smoking at home. 
Kristy said things were going great. She and her mom hadn't fought about 
anything in the last week. It was like they all of a sudden had become best 
friends. Kristy said she was finally starting to feel close to her mom and 
that this made her very happy. 
   While she talked, she lit a cigarette and then said, "There's only one 
little problem." 
   "What's that baby?" I replied. 
   "The problem is, now that I'm free to smoke at home, I've been smoking a 
little more than usual. I think I'm up to almost a pack a day and I'm not 
sure I like that." She answered. 
   "Why wouldn't you like that? I mean you're not wasting cigarettes are 
you? And, you still enjoy every cigarette that you smoke, don't you?" I 
asked. 
   Kristy thought for a second and then replied, "No Tom, I don't waste any 
cigarettes and I do still enjoy every cigarette. But, it seems like now I 
light up when I see my mom light up. It's like I don't even think about it 
anymore." 
   I paused for effect. "Kristy, I fail to see the problem here. If you 
didn't want a cigarette, I'm sure you wouldn't light up. So you're smoking 
more cigarettes a day. So what? No big deal." 
   Kristy laughed and said, "Oh Tom, you just don't get it. See that's the 
problem, now that I'm smoking a little more, It's going to cost you more 
money." 
   I laughed back and said, "I'll let you know when I run out of money." 
   Then she said, "Come to think of it, I need another carton tonight. I'm 
down to my last pack." 
   So I asked her, "You do want me to buy you a carton of Newport Lights 
right?" 
   Kristy's cheeks caved in deeply as she sucked hard on the filter of her 
Newport for about 4 seconds. She inhaled all of the smoke and then blew a 
short, but dense stream of smoke out before answering. "I'm going to miss 
these cigarettes. I've really gotten used to the way they taste and smoke. 
You know Tom, I think maybe I would like just one more carton of the 
regulars. My mom has bummed at least a couple cigarettes from me every day 
and she always makes a big deal about how good my Newports taste. I doubt 
if she would think the light cigarettes tasted very good and I don't want 
to bum her out just yet. In a couple weeks she probably won't care what I'm 
smoking." 
   So, on the way to the library I got Kristy a fresh carton of Newport 
100's and I knew that I had won another small little victory over her 
desire to quit. 
   The next night, Wednesday, I showed up at Kristy's around 8:00. The 
night was not going to be anything special. We were just going to study 
together. Mrs. Parker greeted me at the door and said Kristy was still in 
the shower. She and I sat down in the living room to wait for Kristy and 
just chatted about nothing special for a couple minutes. Then, out of the 
blue, Mrs. Parker asked me, "Tom, have you noticed anything different about 
Kristy in the last week or so?" 
   I paused to light both my cigarette and the one Mrs. Parker had just 
fished out of her purse. "Well now that you mention it, I think she's been 
happier. You know, she seems more content." 
   "Really!" Mrs. Parker exclaimed. 
   "Oh yea. She says that you and her haven't had any arguments in a long 
time and this makes her so happy. And, Kristy has told me that she was 
always a little jealous of Heather because she thought that you loved 
Heather more than her and now she's happy because you're giving her the 
same kind of attention that you always gave to Heather." 
   Mrs. Parker replied through her smoking exhale, "Silly girl. I love both 
of my daughters the same. It's just that Heather is so different from 
Kristy. She must have misunderstood my love and attention. Anyway, as 
Kristy matures into a beautiful young women, she's becoming a lot more like 
Heather than she realizes." 
   While Mrs. Parker spoke, it suddenly occurred to me that I had a perfect 
opportunity at my fingertips. "You know Mrs. Parker, Kristy would kill me 
if I told you this. No I guess I can't." I said, stopping myself on 
purpose. 
   Mrs. Parker took the bait and pestered me. "It's ok Tom. You can say 
anything that's on your mind to me. I promise. Anything that you tell me 
will stay between you and me." 
   "Ok Mrs. Parker. You just can't ever tell Kristy. Here's the deal. I 
like it that she's happy and I want her to stay that way, but she says she 
wants to quit smoking after her surgery. And, to help her get ready to 
quit, she wants to switch to light cigarettes after she's done with the 
carton of regulars that I just bought her." 
   Mrs. Parker looked stunned for a moment, but she recovered quickly. "Why 
would she want to quit already? I mean she's only just started smoking. She 
seems so happy when she smokes with me and her style has already developed 
so nicely. She just looks like a natural smoker. Just like me. I can't 
imagine why she would want to quit." 
   "I know Mrs. Parker. I don't get it either. But, here's what I think 
happened. A few weeks ago, when her Doctor told her that she could start 
running again, she went out and ran and wasn't happy with her distance and 
her time. She blamed the cigarettes. I tried to convince her that she was 
just out of shape and I suggested that she keep on running to see if she 
could regain her old form even with smoking. And, I know that she's done 
exactly that and her stamina is improving, even though she's still smoking. 
But, she's still convinced that smoking will screw up her running 
eventually. The only thing is, she says she's a little too nervous about 
the surgery to quit now. But, she's dead set on quitting after her 
surgery." 
   Mrs. Parker didn't reply for at least 10 seconds while she waited for 
the smoke to clear from the strong double pump that she had just sucked 
deeply into her lungs. Finally, she said. "Well I guess if she wants to 
quit, then she will just quit." I sensed disappointment in Mrs. Parker's 
response. 
   
   The next day, which was Thursday, Kristy's mom called out to her from 
the kitchen as soon as she stepped into the house after school. Kristy 
dropped her books and purse on the stairs and grabbed her pack of 
cigarettes, knowing that her mom would want to have one with her while 
Kristy told her about her day. As soon as she entered the kitchen her mom 
said, "Guess what dear, now I won't have to bum Newports off you because 
I've finally decided to change brands. I bought a carton for myself today." 
   "Really mom! That's great. Now we can share more cigarettes together." 
Kristy replied, although she was somewhat suspicious. 
   The two ladies dutifully lit up and then Mrs. Parker continued, "You 
know yesterday, when I was talking to Tom, he let slip that he's been 
buying your cigarettes. Is that true Kristy?" 
   "Well yea mom. I mean you only give me $25 a week for allowance and if I 
bought my own cigarettes, that wouldn't leave me much left over. Anyway, 
Tom makes real good money on his construction job, so he doesn't mind." 
Kristy replied. 
   "He's such a sweet boy. I guess it never occurred to me that you really 
couldn't afford to smoke. But, regardless of that, Tom shouldn't have to 
buy you cigarettes. He should be saving for college, just like you would be 
doing if it wasn't for your ankle injury and then your surgery that's 
coming up. Now listen, you're my daughter and it's my responsibility to 
take care of you. So, I decided to buy you a carton of Newport 100's as 
well." As she spoke those last words, she reached into her large purse and 
pulled out an unopened carton, which she handed to Kristy. 
   "Oh mom, you don't have to do this. Gosh you're just so nice." Kristy 
leaned forward and gave her mother a hug. Then she sat back and took a nice 
double pump on her own cigarette. Her mom smiled her approval. 
   Mrs. Parker continued, "Here's the deal, I will buy you one carton every 
Thursday, but only one carton. That's a pack and a half a day and that's 
enough for a girl your age to smoke for now. And, I don't want you asking 
Tom for any more cigarettes. Besides, I get a 20% employee discount on 
cartons, so I don't want either of you throwing your money away honey. Do 
you understand?" 
   "Sure Mom. But I don't even smoke a full pack a day. I really don't need 
a new carton every week." Kristy replied. 
   "Just the same, now that you smoke at home, you'll probably smoke a 
little more. Also, if you ever get to the point where you have an extra 
carton, I just won't buy you one for that week. And, now that we smoke the 
same cigarettes, I can always hit you up for a pack if I'm running low." 
Her mom reasoned. 
   Kristy replied. "God Mom. I can't thank you enough. I, I, I guess I just 
can't believe all the things that have happened to me over the last few 
weeks. Oh mom, I love you so much. You're the best." Kristy took a last 
drag off her cigarette and again, the two women hugged each other 
affectionately. 
   
   Later, when Kristy told me this story I had to hide my happiness. My 
little plan worked even better than I could have dreamed. I figured 
Kristy's mom would try to subtly keep Kristy from quitting by increasing 
the number of times that they smoked together, but this move blew me away. 
This was so great. Kristy now had two totally new cartons of the higher 
nicotine Newport 100's. But, it was even better that from this point on, 
she would have an almost unlimited supply of these better cigarettes. I 
prayed that her habit would strengthen much more quickly. And, since her 
mom had switched to Newport 100's, there was no way Kristy could go back to 
the Newport Lights without hurting her mother's feelings. 
   
   
   
   Friday, May 12th 
   This was Prom weekend. We had the afternoon off from school and I spent 
most of the time washing and cleaning my truck, picking up my tux and 
getting flowers for Kristy. Kristy spent all afternoon with her mom. They 
also spent over 2 hours at a salon getting Kristy's hair and makeup done. 
   That night, when I picked Kristy up, I had to wait maybe five minutes in 
the family room talking to the Parker's while Kristy finished getting 
ready. Finally she descended the stairs and I couldn't believe the sight. 
She looked more beautiful than I had ever seen her look before. Her hair 
and makeup were spectacular. Her strapless satin dress hugged her body like 
second skin. She wore 4 inch heals that made her legs look so long and 
perfect. The Parker's made us pose for a bunch of pictures and when we 
finally left, I told Kristy just how beautiful I thought she looked. She 
thanked me and returned the compliment. Then, she said, "The best part of 
today was my mom spent over $200 buying me all the makeup I'll need so that 
I can do this myself whenever we go someplace special." 
   There were lots of things that were special about our Prom night, but 
the one that had a lasting effect was from that point on, Kristy began to 
wear a lot more makeup. And, she began to wear it a lot more often. It's 
almost as if she discovered her long dormant feminine side that night. As 
far as I was concerned Kristy always looked beautiful, even when she had no 
makeup on. But, depending on where we were and what she wore, when she had 
her face perfectly made up, she looked hot, I mean HOT. I would sometimes 
just stare at her and think about how lucky I was to have such a gorgeous 
girlfriend. 
   
   We had a great time at the dance. The room seemed to split into groups 
between the smokers and the non-smokers. It seemed as if whenever we 
weren't dancing, Kristy had a cigarette in her hand. At 1:00, when the 
dance officially ended, we went to a pre-arranged, post-prom party. It was 
supervised by parents and the idea was to maintain a safe environment. It 
worked. There wasn't any drinking and we all still had a lot of fun. We all 
changed out of our dance cloths as soon as we got to the party, and Kristy 
continued to almost chain smoke until we all just crashed around 5:00 in 
the morning. 
   Late the next morning, the entire class went to the beach. During our 
drive, I noticed that Kristy had smoked 2 full packs the night before. As 
soon as we were in the truck, she lit up right away and took a wonderfully 
deep double pump. I was proud of her. She had really given her lungs an 
amazing workout the night before and now she was right back at it again. I 
asked her if she still had enough cigarettes left and she said, "You know 
what else my wonderful mother did yesterday? 
   "No what?" I answered. 
   "She bought me an extra carton of cigarettes. She said it was only 
because of Prom weekend, but she figured I'd need them." She replied. 
   "God, your mother is really amazing Kristy. Could your parents maybe 
adopt me?" I said. What I was really thinking was "This is superb. Now she 
has to smoke at least 3 cartons of regular Newports before she can switch 
back to the lights." I was becoming more confident that she probably 
wouldn't switch. 
   We stayed at the beach until dusk and had an awesome time. Then, I took 
Kristy home so that we could shower and change. Once we accomplished that, 
we were off to our first official graduation party. On Sunday, we went to 3 
more parties and when the whole weekend was over, Kristy had smoked seven 
packs of cigarettes! But, she still had 21 packs left in her stash! 
   On Monday, when I picked Kristy up for school, her voice was a little 
raspy, but, she actually sounded kind of sexy. I offered to light a 
cigarette for her but she said, "No thanks Tom. With all the cigarettes 
I've smoked this past weekend, I think I'm going to take a day off." 
   As I lit one of my own Newports, I replied, "That's perfectly 
understandable darling. You really did smoke up a storm over the last 
couple days. I know I certainly enjoyed watching you." 
   When 4th hour ended, I met Kristy at her locker on the way to the 
lunchroom. While she grabbed her purse out of her locker, she asked me if I 
wanted to join her on the patio for a cigarette. I was surprised and asked 
her, "I thought you weren't going to smoke today?" 
   "Well I changed my mind. I think a cigarette would taste real good right 
now." Then she added, "But it might be the only one I smoke today." 
   I actually declined her original invitation and said that I had just 
smoked during my 3rd hour study hall. I told her I had to go get some books 
from the library. We gave each other a quick kiss and she headed out to the 
patio. 
   I rushed up to the library and quickly grabbed a book, pretending to 
read it as I gazed out the window just in time to see Kristy and a couple 
of her friends lighting up. She did her now routine double pump and held 
her inhale for a couple seconds. Then she exhaled a single stream of smoke 
and did another double pump. I had never seen her smoke so aggressively 
before. God she must have really needed a good shot of nicotine. I could 
feel my cock begin to harden as she was really turning me on. She proceeded 
to suck down at least 14 drags from her cigarette before she finished it, 
and while she smoked it, she never actually waited for her lungs to expel 
all the smoke before taking a new drag. As soon as she snuffed out her 
cigarette, she quickly lit another. This time, she smoked her second 
cigarette a little more leisurely. But, somehow, I sensed that I had just 
won another small victory. I knew her addiction was beginning to take hold 
and she was fighting it less and less. I couldn't believe the strength of 
her cravings or the extent that she was giving in to them. I knew that 
these 2 cigarettes were not going to be the only cigarettes that she smoked 
that day. God, she made me so happy. But, I wasn't about to kid myself into 
thinking that she no longer possessed enough willpower to quit. When she 
put her mind to something, she could do just about anything and I didn't 
believe for a minute that she was addicted enough. 
   
   Wednesday, May 24th (2 days later) 
   We were in the middle of finals week and Kristy and I had made plans to 
study together that night. Since this was one of those rare mid-week nights 
that her dad was home, we decided to study at my house so that she could 
smoke freely. By this time in my high school career, I had "Senioritis" 
real bad and couldn't have cared less about studying. This was a good thing 
because there's no way I was going to be able to concentrate on studying 
while watching Kristy smoke and staring at the nipples on her braless tits 
as they poked into the thin little tee shirt that she wore. 
   It was about 10:00 and we had been studying for maybe 2 hours at the 
dining room table. Kristy had just lit a cigarette when my 16 year old 
little sister Meaghan came into the room. She said "Hi" to Kristy and asked 
if she could bum a couple cigarettes off me. I said "Sure" and handed her 
my pack. She tapped out a couple fresh ones like an old pro and said "Thank 
you Tom, you're such a good big brother." 
   Kristy said "Here Meaghan, have a couple of mine. They last longer than 
his." 
   Meaghan, with a look of complete gratitude on her face, gave us both a 
kiss on the cheek and said, "You guys are just the bomb." And then she 
bounded up stairs with the 4 cigarettes that she had just scored. 
   After she left, Kristy said, "Tom, what a nice big brother you are, 
sharing with your little sister. And, she is just so cute, but when did 
your little sister start smoking?" 
   I had to think for a second. "Gosh, I guess it's been about, I don't 
know, 9 or 10 months. I think." 
   "Did you corrupt her?" Kristy questioned me with a knowing grin on her 
face. 
   "No. I swear to God, No. When I started smoking in the house, the one 
thing that my mother made me promise was that I wouldn't help my sister 
start. But, little did mom know that Meaghan had already started smoking. 
So, like a good son, I refused to give Meaghan cigarettes for the next 3 
months. But, she was probably ripping me off to the tune of 3 or 4 a day 
behind my back. I finally confronted her and cut a deal with her. She does 
little things like putting away my laundry or doing my dishes and I give 
her up to 4 a day. When I need her to do something big for me, I'll give 
her a whole pack." 
   "So I guess you're not quite the nice big brother I thought you were." 
Kristy replied. 
   "Hey, both of us are very happy with the arrangement. I don't think she 
buys her own cigarettes yet, so as long as she's dependent on me, I might 
as well take advantage of it." Then I added, "I think she actually wants to 
get caught soon because she knows she'll have to put up with a couple of 
weeks of hell from my parents. But, eventually, she'll be free to smoke as 
much as she wants. Like right now she's up in the bathroom with the window 
open smoking and talking to her girlfriends on the phone. She'll probably 
smoke 3 of the cigarettes tonight and save the last for tomorrow. My 
parents are asleep only 2 doors down the hall and all it would take is for 
one of them to get up and find her in the bathroom. So she's no longer very 
careful." 
   Kristy changed the subject. "Does she have a boyfriend?" 
   "Not at the moment. She wants to be a cheerleader next year when she 
gets into senior high, so she's going to a lot of camps and practices this 
summer." I answered. 
   "Well she'll make a perfect cheerleader." Kristy said. 
   I added, "Yea and she's already got the smoking thing down like all of 
the varsity cheerleaders this year. She's so proud of the fact that she's 
the only one of all her friends that smokes full strength cigarettes and 
she's got a nice little set of hooties on her already, don't you think?" 
   Kristy replied in mock anger, "You are so disgusting, evaluating your 
own sister's figure. God what do I see in you?" 
   "A horny guy who loves you to death." I answered as I leaned over and 
gave her a short kiss on the lips. 
   We gravitated back to our books and about a ½ hour later, I glanced over 
at Kristy. She had just lit another cigarette and was studying intently. 
Her cigarette was in her right hand and her uncapped highlighter was laying 
on the table, ready for use. About every 30 seconds, she would take a nice 
deep cheek hallowing drag and after holding her inhales for a few seconds, 
she would exhale small streams of smoke and then finish with a 2 or 3 
breath, breathing exhale. When she needed to highlight a sentence she would 
put the cigarette in her mouth and let it dangle, grab the highlighter, 
highlight the sentences, then put it down and hit the cigarette one last 
time before removing it from her mouth. God, her natural smoking techniques 
were becoming so sexy. She was turning me on with her dangles and she 
didn't even know it. It seemed as if smoking was beginning to become a part 
of who she was. I couldn't believe that she still wanted to quit. As I 
discreetly stared at her, it was actually her left hand that I found most 
interesting. She could have held her cigarette in that hand while she did 
her highlighting. Instead, her hand was absentmindedly occupied with her 
tits. Her nipples were rock hard, like they usually got whenever she smoked 
without a bra on and she was using her left hand to stroke and pinch her 
nipples with every puff. I was intrigued by the fact that she was doing 
this without even thinking about it. My cock was now pretty hard. But, 
before my mind completely focused on my own lust, it occurred to me that 
here was a golden opportunity to connect smoking with sexual pleasure for 
Kristy. 
   The next time she lit up, I waited until she had taken her first couple 
of drags. As I expected, her nipples began to stiffen and I took that as my 
cue. I stood up and walked behind her. She more or less ignored me and I 
bent over and grabbed both of her tits in my hands. She exhaled smoke into 
my face as she looked up and kind of sighed, "What are you doing baby?" 
   I answered, "Darling, I saw that your nipples were really hard and I 
thought you might like to have them massaged a little." 
   She replied after taking a big drag on her cigarette, "Oh thanks honey. 
That feels so nice. Give me a kiss." 
   I bent over and our lips locked. We were actually experiencing our first 
smoky kiss and I was amazed at how stimulating it was to share the smoke 
with Kristy. When we finished our kiss she said, "Oooohh baby, I liked that 
kiss. But I want to ace my final tomorrow, so you better sit back down and 
behave yourself." 
   I knew the moment was over so I did as I was told, but the lingering 
lump in my pants betrayed the fact that I had thoroughly enjoyed this brief 
encounter. Unfortunately we, or more correctly, Kristy, studied for another 
hour. 
   Later that night, Kristy and I shared a couple more smoky kisses and I 
could tell by the way Kristy was breathing and the way that her heart was 
racing that they turned her on as much as they turned me on. She let me 
play with her tits freely while we smoked. But, as bad as I wanted to get 
into her pants, she wouldn't let me because she knew my parents were 
sleeping only a few yards away. 
   
   Saturday, May 27th (3 days later) 
   Today was graduation day. Our whole class, the faculty and all our 
families and friends gathered in the football stadium for our commencement 
ceremony. It was a hot, sunny day. But, there was a nice breeze blowing, so 
it wasn't too uncomfortable. The whole ceremony only took slightly less 
than 2 hours, but it seemed longer because we had to show up an hour before 
starting time. The only real surprise that occurred during the ceremony was 
that Kristy actually won the Female Student-Athlete of the Class award. She 
never expected this because of missing track season. But then, when you 
consider all the letters she had won over four years and her stellar 
grades, she really was a shoo-in. 
   When the ceremony ended, all the graduates kind of congregated around on 
the field while our families slowly descended from the bleachers to join 
us. I immediately lit a cigarette and as I sucked down a much needed double 
pump, Kristy walked up to me. I hugged her and congratulated her on winning 
her award and all she said back was, "God, I'm dying for a cigarette." 
   I said, "Here, have one of mine," as I offered her my pack. 
   She said rather frantically, "No, I can't. Look my parents are already 
walking toward us." 
   "Then, why don't you just take a quick hit off of my cigarette." I 
suggested. 
   She looked longingly at the cigarette burning between my fingers and 
said, "No. My daddy will hug me and he will smell the smoke. So, shit. I 
guess I just can't." 
   I tried to kid with her. "Well, you know Kristy, what kind of example 
would you be setting for future generations high school athletes if the 
"Female Athlete of the Year" award winner was seen smoking." 
   She didn't appreciate my joke. "Listen Tom, I'm not an athlete any more. 
I just want a cigarette, ok? And, I'm not laughing." 
   Once our parents joined us, they took a lot of pictures of both of us 
together and with many of our friends. During the process, Kristy's 
cravings subsided and she actually enjoyed the post-graduation sense of 
euphoria and accomplishment. After all, high school graduation is a once in 
a lifetime occasion. A half hour later, our two families were sitting 
together in The Roman Terrace, one of the better Italian restaurants in 
town. Now, the only three people at the table that weren't smoking were 
Kristy, her dad and my sister. Kristy's cravings now returned with a 
vengeance. She was nervous and fidgety and, as I took nice long, leisurely 
drags on my own cigarette, I wondered how she was ever going to get through 
this event. 
   We had just finished placing our orders when I noticed Kristy lean 
towards her dad and whisper into his ear for what seemed like a few 
minutes. When she was done whispering, he shrugged his shoulders as if he 
was being placed in a hopeless situation and Kristy pulled away from him 
with a huge smile on her face. She immediately dug a cigarette out of her 
purse and I've never seen her do a bigger double pump than she did when she 
finished lighting it. Everybody's attention at the table suddenly turned to 
Kristy and her dad. Kristy said nothing. She seemed intent on smoking her 
cigarette very fast, obviously working to quickly replenish her depleted 
nicotine levels. Mr. Parker decided that he needed to make a general 
statement. He raised his voice and announced, "I can no longer fight with 
all the smokers in my family. I now accept the inevitable. As far as I'm 
concerned, my baby girl is now free to smoke at home, just like all the 
other members of my family whom I still love despite their bad habits." 
   As soon as Meaghan heard this she piped up, "Hey mom and dad, if it's 
now cool for Kristy to smoke with her family, can I smoke too?" 
   My mom initially pretended to be shocked, but then she broke into 
laughter. "Oh Meaghan, you silly girl. Dad and I were wondering how long it 
would take before you came out of the closet. From now on, maybe I'll 
actually get to smoke a whole pack of my own cigarettes. But here's the 
deal darling daughter, you better keep up with all your chores around the 
house and you better get good grades if you expect me to buy your 
cigarettes for you." 
   Meaghan agreed on the spot and I offered her a cigarette from my pack. 
She lit it in an instant and actually executed a double pump inhale that 
made Kristy's look almost amateurish. 
   From that point on, Kristy smoked freely in front of her dad, but just 
not a lot. I was impressed with the respectful way that they both handled 
this situation. And, once again, the turn of events was working out very 
nicely for my grand plan. 
   
   A couple hours later, we were out of the restaurant and back home. I 
changed out of my cap and gown and threw three more outfits together in a 
duffle bag. Then, I went over to Kristy's to pick her up. We had parties 
scheduled that would keep us going until Monday morning. When Kristy hopped 
into my truck, she opened up her own duffle bag and produced another full 
carton of Newport 100's that her mom had bought for this long weekend. That 
meant that Kristy still had 24 unopened packs of cigarettes at her 
disposal. 
   For the next two days we had the time of our lives and by Monday morning 
we were exhausted. I had never been so partied out and, thank God, I didn't 
have to work on Monday. I finally woke up around 7:00 pm and went over to 
Kristy's to see how she was doing. She was not yet fully recovered. So, we 
decided to have a low key evening and go see a movie. On the way to the 
theater, she opened a fresh pack of cigarettes and informed me that she 
only had 15 packs left. That fact made my heart skip a beat. I was thrilled 
to think that Kristy had smoked over 8 packs during a marathon 50 hour 
period! 
   
   Sunday, June 11th (2 weeks later) 
   Over these past two weeks, Kristy's nervousness over her upcoming 
surgery increased a little with each passing day. In the process, she 
smoked a little more frequently and she no longer cared about how much she 
was smoking. Mrs. Parker helped her every step of the way and I don't think 
Kristy even realized what her mom was up to. But, I could see what she was 
doing and this made me very happy. Whenever I was over, I noticed Kristy's 
mom making sure that Kristy's cigarettes were always nearby. After meals, 
she made sure that they always smoked together with their coffee. Mrs. 
Parker was helping Kristy associate certain events during the day with 
smoking. Like, always having a cigarette with your coffee, or always 
smoking a leisurely cigarette after every meal. Kristy's relationship with 
her mom continued to improve and now I realized that smoking was an 
integral part of this. I don't think that Kristy realized how important 
smoking was to her mom, but Mrs. Parker needed Kristy to smoke in order to 
feel like they had something in common. By now, Kristy was easily up to 
almost a pack and a half a day and I was content to simply let her mom 
strengthen Kristy's addiction. But, I was not convinced that the final 
battle had yet been won. I fully expected Kristy to start talking about 
quitting again as soon as her surgery was over. And, her surgery was 
scheduled for tomorrow. 
   Luckily, my parents were out of town visiting my grandparents and they 
had taken Meaghan with them. This gave me a perfect opportunity to spend 
some serious, quality time with Kristy. She had reminded me on numerous 
occasions that once her boobs were done, it would be totally hands off for 
a full month. So, my plan for this night was to take Kristy to dinner, 
relax her with a couple drinks and then try to have one last night of 
outstanding sex before beginning what would certainly be a long and painful 
dry spell. 
   All during dinner Kristy was very nervous and fidgety. She also smoked 
about 6 cigarettes. At first, I tried to get her to talk about it. But, she 
apparently wanted to block the surgery out of her mind. So, I tried to keep 
the conversation going by babbling on about anything that I could think of. 
   Once we got back to my house, Kristy continued her rapid smoking pace, 
which was fine with me. I got her to drink a couple beers which seemed to 
calm her down a little. So, after about an hour, we finally began to do 
some serious necking. For the next 45 minutes, we enjoyed our longest, 
uninterrupted stint of smoky kisses. God, they were great. As soon as I got 
Kristy's bra and panties off, she really relaxed and got into the smoking 
and the kissing. Most of my thoughts were focused on my throbbing cock, but 
I realized that our smoking foreplay was perfect for reinforcing Kristy's 
connection between smoking and sex. 
   As soon as we finished making love, despite the fact that we were both 
panting heavily, Kristy and I immediately reached for our cigarettes. As 
Kristy cuddled next to me, with her head on my chest, blowing lazy clouds 
of smoke towards the ceiling she said, "You know what Tom?" 
   "What gorgeous?" I asked back. 
   "When I finally quit smoking, this is the time that I'm going to miss 
smoking the most. It's just amazing how good you feel when you smoke after 
incredible sex. And, baby, you were incredible." She whispered. 
   I didn't say anything. I just wanted to savor the moment. But, I thought 
to myself, "Someday Kristy you're going to enjoy some of your cigarettes a 
whole lot more than you're enjoying this one." 
   
   Monday, June 12th 
   Kristy finally had her boob job done this morning. Mrs. Parker took the 
day off so that she could be with Kristy throughout the day. They had to be 
at the office by 7:00am to get prepped for the surgery, which was scheduled 
for 8:00. They left the house at 6:30 and Kristy told me that she smoked 3 
cigarettes during the 20 minute drive. 
   All morning long I had a hard time keeping my mind on my work. All I 
could think about was what Kristy must be going through. I knew the 
absolute earliest they'd be home was around noon, so at 1:30 I called 
Kristy's house on my cell phone and Mrs. Parker answered. She said the 
surgery had gone perfectly and that they had gotten home a half hour ago. I 
asked if I could talk to Kristy and Mrs. Parker said she was sleeping. 
Then, I asked if I could come over after work and Mrs. Parker said she 
didn't think that was such a good idea as Kristy would be pretty much out 
of it for the rest of the day. She told me that she had to work an 
afternoon shift on Tuesday and she thought it would be a good idea if I 
stopped by to keep Kristy company on my way home from work. She wanted me 
to be with her until she got home around 10:00. I said I would definitely 
do that, thanked her and hung up. For the next 30 hours it was my turn to 
be a nervous wreck. I was dying to see Kristy and find out how she was 
doing. 
   The next afternoon, my cell phone rang around 2:00. It was Kristy. Her 
voice sounded totally different. She sounded kind of sleepy and her voice 
was sort of raspy. I could barely hear her, but I was able to ask her if 
she was all right. She said she was ok. I couldn't really talk to her on 
the job sight. But, before we hung up, she said she had a craving for a 
cheeseburger and a milk shake and then she asked me to pick her up a couple 
packs of cigarettes. She said she was in such pain that all she could do 
was lay around and smoke and watch TV. She had just opened the second from 
last pack in her carton and she didn't want to run out of cigarettes before 
her Mom bought her a new carton on Thursday. I assured her that I would be 
over by 7:00 and I'd get her everything she needed. While I was in the 
drugstore buying her cigarettes I spied a small display of really nice 
leather cigarette cases. Right next to the cases was a smaller locked 
display of electric butane lighters. I thought these cases looked a whole 
lot better than the old plastic one that I had given her when she first 
started smoking. The electric lighters looked so feminine and elegant. I 
decided on the spot to buy one of each, praying that Kristy would 
appreciate them. 
   While driving to her house that night, I made a mental note of purposely 
avoiding any conversation regarding the new size of her chest. I knew she 
felt awful and I was determined to only focus on how she felt. I got to 
Kristy's by 6:45 and found her lying on the couch just staring blankly at 
the TV screen. There was a totally smoked cigarette still smoldering in the 
large glass ashtray on the coffee table. Kristy had obviously just finished 
it. It looked like there were at least 25 cigarette buts that pretty much 
filled the ashtray. Her face brightened a little when I leaned over to give 
her a kiss. I glanced down at her chest and, even though she was wearing a 
baggy old sweatshirt, I couldn't help but notice that where once there 
would have been small little mounds pressing against the shirt, there now 
appeared two mounds that looked like the size of softballs. 
   Kristy slowly sat up and thanked me for the cigarettes and the food that 
I had brought. She also thanked me for the new case and lighter, but I 
quickly saw that she was feeling too miserable to show much enthusiasm for 
my gift. I sat down on the recliner across from her and just stared at her, 
attempting to have a most sympathetic expression on my face. Now, her 
sweatshirt just draped over her tits and it was impossible to determine 
their size and shape. She dove into the food and as soon as she had 
finished, I lit a fresh cigarette for her and I finally got a chance to 
talk about how she felt and how the surgery had gone. 
   Kristy said that she remembered very little and that up until about 9:00 
last night she didn't feel any pain and was able to sleep for most of the 
afternoon. From 9:00 until midnight however, she was very uncomfortable and 
it wasn't until she had taken her pain killer prescription that she was 
able to go back to sleep. I asked her how she felt at that moment and she 
said that she felt terrible. She said it felt like somebody had hit her in 
the chest with a baseball bat. But she was trying not to take any more of 
the pain medication, because the pain pills made her feel all doped up. 
   A couple minutes after snuffing out her cigarette she reached for her 
pack and I lit another for her. Then, she motioned me towards her and I 
knelt down in front of her. She said in a weak voice, "Tom, I really missed 
doing smokey kisses with you." With that, she took a huge drag, sucked the 
smoke deep into her lungs and I locked my lips onto hers for a very tender, 
but not really passionate, smoke filled kiss. When our lips finally parted, 
it was almost as if the kiss had taken all the energy out of her and she 
dropped her head back against the pillow and took another drag. After 
holding in her inhale, she exhaled a long stream of smoke toward the 
ceiling and I sat back down on my chair. 
   Once again, her now huge tits were silhouetted against the light colored 
couch and I couldn't take my eyes off of them. I didn't even realize that I 
had broken the promise that I had made to myself when I blurted out, "So, 
darling, how do your new breasts look? Are you happy with them?" 
   Kristy turned her head to look at me and answered, "I, I guess so. I 
mean, I finally took a shower this morning and they were all gross and 
bloody. I've got major bruises under my armpits and, really, they look 
awful. Besides, they're so heavy, and I was so groggy, I had trouble 
standing up in the shower. Thank God Dr. Stark gave me two of these 
surgical bras to alternate wearing. The one that I wore home is in the 
laundry and it's stained pretty bad." 
   "So, do you like wearing those bras?" As soon as I asked the question, I 
realized how lame it must have sounded. 
   Kristy didn't seem to mind. "Well not exactly. I mean, the Doctor said I 
had to wear them for a week, even when I'm sleeping. They are simply the 
ugliest support bras I've ever seen, but it's impossible for my boobs to 
move when I wear one and that helps keep the pain down. So, I'm thankful 
for that. After a week, my mom says she'll take me to her favorite lingerie 
store to buy some bras that are a little prettier and nicer to wear for the 
rest of the month." 
   The rest of the night, we didn't do a whole lot of talking. Kristy 
seemed content to just watch TV and I was content with just lighting the 
numerous cigarettes that she smoked. I left shortly after her mom got home 
and told Kristy that I'd see her tomorrow night. 
   
   Saturday, June 17th (4 days later) 
   By Saturday afternoon, as Kristy became more active and began to feel a 
lot better, she backed off on her smoking. Mrs. Parker continued to support 
her habit by keeping Kristy's cigarettes close at hand and always emptying 
the ashtrays when they got too full. But, I realized it was natural that 
Kristy's smoking would fall off. Still, she had maintained a two pack a day 
habit for almost a week and I was encouraged by that. She also loved the 
lighter. Sometimes she would just pick it up and flick it to life because 
it was fun. I thought this was another minor little victory for me. On this 
Saturday afternoon, Kristy finally felt well enough to go shopping with her 
mom. Personally, I just wanted to spend time with her. So, I didn't mind 
too much when they dragged me along. 
   As planned, the first shop that we went into was the lingerie store and 
Kristy and her mom spent a lot of time talking to a 40ish sales associate 
that seemed to know what she was talking about. I spent most of my time 
leaning against a rack of A cup bras. Within minutes, the women were easily 
ignoring me and openly discussing numerous bra fitting options. Kristy must 
have tried on a dozen different styles but, since I didn't see any of this 
action, I was almost bored to tears. I was just about to excuse myself to 
go have a cigarette when my ears perked up. I overheard Kristy say to her 
mom, "But mom, I just don't get it. Dr. Stark said that I'd end up fitting 
into D cup bras, but the only styles that seem to fit me are the DD's." 
   Mrs. Stark answered. "Kristy, remember the Doctor said that she couldn't 
guess your ultimate size and besides, you still probably have some residual 
swelling in your breasts." 
   Fifteen minutes of this and my interest, once again, waned. Finally, the 
ladies purchased four bras that were all DD's. Then, we stepped outside of 
the mall to smoke a much needed cigarette. While we smoked the women mapped 
out the next phase of their shopping strategy. The next three stores that 
we went into featured mostly casual cloths. That's when the shopping trip 
got a little more interesting. Both women were resolved to the fact that 
Kristy needed almost an entirely new wardrobe. But, that's where their 
agreement ended. Kristy consistently selected tops that were loose fitting 
and that would downplay the size of her boobs. Mrs. Parker, on the other 
hand, kept selecting tight fitting and low cut tops that would accentuate 
Kristy's new tits. This surprised me. The only thing that I could figure 
was that Mrs. Parker, having nice big boobs herself, must have realized 
that Kristy now had breasts that she should be proud of and that she would 
eventually want to show them off. I just let the two ladies work out their 
differences and they ended up compromising by buying four outfits. Two of 
which I would classify as "Boring" and two that were still conservative, 
but tight enough for me to classify as "Interesting". 

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