Heavy Smoke

by Andrew J

Chapter 2

   

The day seemed to pass so slowly. I didn't even notice how my body was adjusting to the added weight of the breasts or walking around in the heals. I waited as long as I could before I went out into the world for the first time dressed as this woman that night. It was a Saturday. People were just getting out of work and I felt very hot walking around in this satin and silk dress that seemed to get plenty of attention everywhere I went. I tried to rush, but the restrictions placed on my by the dress combined with the awkwardness of wearing the heals made it impossible. I got to my car and carefully entered, trying not to bring too much undue attention to myself. I decided to drive to the Holiday Inn to meet my assaulter face to face and force her to change me back. I couldn't wait to get these clothes off and tell her that she had made her point. Just then, I drove past a gas station and noticed that my thoughts were drifting back to cigarettes. 'I don't smoke!!', I told myself and continued to drive. I had arrived at the hotel at 4:55pm and it was still broad daylight. I went to the room to find the door unlocked. I figured I could sneak in and make her get me out of these clothes. So I slowly turned the knob and opened the door without a sound. I poked my head in to make sure she wasn't watching....The room seemed empty!!! I opened the door fully and went into the room searching for any sign of her. In my panicked state, I didn't even notice Cindy calmly walk in behind me with another bag. When I did, she sprayed some sort of gas into my face. Un fazed I quickly lunged forward to attack her but the effects of the strange gas took me and I found my body weakening too fast. Soon I was slumping into her arms, staring up at her. Once again, I was helpless.

'Now, Now, Sarah. It is not nice to attack guests. Anyways, I have a few presents for you.' Cindy said.

She laid me on the bed where I laid unable to move while she calmly closed the door. My mind was racing as she walked back over to me and sat next to my motionless body. She took out a cigarette as I asked, 'what do you plan to do with me now?'

She smiled and blew a slow stream of the smoke down into my face. I coughed and closed my eyes out of reflex even though it didn't bother me much. I looked back up at her just in time to see her covering my mouth again with hers, delivering another of her intoxicating smoky kisses. This time I could feel her tongue probing my mouth throughout the duration of the kiss, slowly massaging mine. When she broke the kiss, I blew the smoke out as fast as I could. However, I didn't even notice that my body didn't react to the smoke. 'Much better, Sarah.', she said, smiling.

'My name is not Sarah!', I cried back at her.

This didn't even bother her, she simply took another long inhale, steadied my face with her hands, and continued the torture for the remainder of the cigarette. I tried to move away, but lay idle as she climbed back on top of me. I noticed that she wasn't wearing any underwear, and her pussy was still looking hot and wet! I said, 'Please stop!' She just gave me a little smile. Positioning her pussy back over my face, I wanted to voice more complaints. But, the only noises that I was able to get out came in mumbles as she smothered my airways once again in her amazing pussy. I couldn't stop the urge to swirl my tongue around while fighting for air. This quickly sent her straight to the ceiling with one of the largest orgasms of her life. All of a sudden my face and hair were covered in her juices while she slumped forward in ecstasy from just less than a minute of smothering.

Like the day before, she got off of me and wiped my face down. I thought that she would take it easier on me because of the star treatment, but couldn't have been more wrong. 'Time to continue your training, bitch!', she said.

I watched helplessly as she moved behind me and lay me on her body. My head sat nicely on her chest, lightly indented between her amazing breasts being held in her shirt. She held a cigarette in her gloved hand and placed it over my mouth and nose again, pressing my head further between her breasts. I wanted to shake my head, but it was hardly noticeable to her as her breasts kept my face steady. I found it difficult to breathe and struggled to breathe through the cigarette only to cringe as I watch her move the glowing light of a lighter in front. With each inhale and exhale, the flame flickered to and from the front of the cigarette. She slowly studied my breathing pattern. Then, she placed the flame to the tip of the cigarette forcing me to light up another cigarette. The end glowed a bright orange as she held it over my mouth for a double pump. I blew the smoke out quickly upon release, much to her dismay. 'That is not how I taught you to do it. I guess we will just have to continue this training until you learn to do it right on a continuous basis.', she said coldly. My lungs seemed to be on fire as she was causing me to smoke my own cigarettes. For six or seven cigarettes, I fought off the notion of letting her win. In the end, I started forcing my lips to stay close together and blow the smoke out in a slow, steady stream. Still, she kept me doing this for three more cigarettes! 'That's much better', she said with an evil smile.

My mind was spinning once again from the massive amount of cigarette smoke inhalation. She then decided it was time to reintroduce me to her two big friends residing on her chest. She unbuttoned her shirt to expose a rubber bra that was stretched to its limit making it the perfect place to cut off my air supply. She spun me around so my face was pressed into the rubber and I felt her arms wrapped around my head holding me there forever it seemed. I could only gasp for air and hope that the torment would stop. She lit up another cigarette and mixed in smoky kisses with the smothering again. I gave up on fighting anymore, my body wasn't even reacting to the smoke. She then spun me again and said, 'I call this one the blackout.'

With that, she pulled the rubber away from her chest and crammed my head in between her breasts. Once my head was snug in the middle of her massive cleavage, she let go of the rubber . Allowing it to settle just below my chin. She watched the imprint of my face struggling for air through the rubber bra, smiling as she felt some of my air escape against her chest with every muffled sound I made. She knew that it wouldn't take me long to give in to the darkness and pass out. As it happened, she pulled my head out. She then set to work taking me out of the dress and bathing me.

Being unconscious, she was able to maneuver me quite easily around the room. On the bed, she laid out a dark, gothic PVC and rubber fetish outfit. I started to rouse as she repeated some of the tasks from the day before. Placing the bra, complete with breast forms, on my chest. Only this time, she placed surgical glue on the backs of the breast forms. 'For the real feeling,' she said as she made sure they were on just right. Then came the strange panties that had a front like the female anatomy, the corset, black opera length rubber gloves, and the rubber thigh high leggings. I saw through foggy eyes the dress that I was going to adorn for the day. Once again it looked kind of like a ballroom gown, only the fabric was made of PVC, giving it a kind of shiny wet look. It had frills that covered my legs, and I offered no resistance as she moved it up my body. She paid no attention to the fact that I was awake now, and quickly pulled both of my arms into the dress. My new breasts felt smashed into my body as she pulled it on fully. I could feel her have a little trouble pulling it tight enough in the back to zip it up, especially with gluing it together to seal me in.

My mind played all sorts of scenarios on how I could escape the situation that I was in. Only problem, I still didn't have full use of my own body. Helplessly, I stared at my aggressor and wondered what could happen next. It didn't take long for that question to be answered as I watched her grab a few things out of her bag. I strained my eyes to see what they were, then held my breathe in shock as I made them out. She took out a few bottles of pills. One that said estrogen on it, one that I knew from prior relationships was birth control, and the last claimed to enlarge bust size by two cups in just six weeks!! My mind raced as I knew what was going to happen next. I watched her take out two of each, grab a glass of water, and walk over to my now starting to stir body. 'What would I be if not a perfectionist?, ' she said as she pinned me down. Two at a time she placed the pills into my mouth and forced them down with water. I gagged from the situation but could not spit the pills out. I coughed as she laughed, fully content with what she was doing to me.

She wiped the excess water from my face, and placed her modified gas mask back on me. My struggles were not enough to stop what was happening as I could only watch her light up and begin blowing smoke into my facial prison. I couldn't tell you how long she continued this treatment for, as I passed out again. The last words I heard were her saying, 'this will help you mind wrap around your new life.' And then, the feeling of earphones being placed over my ears. Little did I realize that she was now assaulting my subconscious with completely wanting to be a female! To wear sexy clothes, perfect make up, act feminine, smoke seductively, suck cock!!!! I could do nothing to stop her!

I woke up still reeling from the smoke inhalation and noticed that I was alone. Just like the day before, I walked over to the dresser and stood in shock at what I saw in the mirror. I was fully made up like a big breasted fetish supermodel. My make up was flawless, lips shiny red, and chest outlined perfectly by the tight fitting dress. If I didn't know any better, I would have said that I was a hot woman. My mind quickly expelled the thoughts and dug through the purse again. Same contents, only with an updated picture in the fake id and two packs of cigarettes. I scanned the room only to find another note on the night stand. It read:

Dearest Sarah,

Don't worry, you have the room until tomorrow afternoon. I suppose now you will act a little more civil when around me. After all, I am your best friend. If you want me to change you back, meet me at the hotel located on Broadway Ave, tonight at 6pm. I wouldn't be late if I were you.

With Love,

Amber Lynn

I knew in the back of my mind that this was another trap, but what could I do? Then the worst thing that could happen in my situation, happened. I was starving! This would require me to either call a delivery person or go out into the streets, knowingly, as a female. I considered my options, tried to use the phone only to find that it was dead. Ohhhhh....SHIT!!!! I quickly looked out the window at my surroundings. There was a small diner across the street which seemed to be the best plan I could think of. So I quickly check myself out in the mirror for some reason, grabbed my new purse, made sure I had my room key, and stepped out into the world. I was so nervous that I never realized how well I had adapted to walking in the thigh stilettos on my feet. I tried to move quickly and act as normal as possible.

Little did I know that Cindy was watching me with delight from another hotel by the corner. She smiled as she watched me scurry across the street, marveling at the ease I was walking in those 4 inch heels. The uncomfort that I was feeling was only adding to her delight. She watched as I ordered and then waited outside for my order. Then, to her surprise, I started playing in my purse. I seemed to be digging for something but not taking anything out. It didn't take it long for her to realize that my mind was fighting with the urge to smoke. The suspense was building as I kept digging then stopping, digging then stopping. Until finally, I was saved by the waitress informing me that my order was ready. This upset Cindy, she thought that my mind was finally going to give in and she believed that smoking was the first sign that she had won. It was then she decided to pay me a visit later that night. She felt she had to continue to help me along with my progress.

After paying for the meal, I rushed it back to my hotel room and ate. When finished, I found myself once again thinking about cigarettes. I tried to squash the urge by watching TV, pacing in the room, and trying to read. But, I found myself staring at the mirror at what I looked like and wondering. 'What if I just tried one? Then I could stop.' I picked up then unopened pack , opened it, took one out and found myself getting aroused as I stared at myself in the mirror. 'I bet I would make a sexy smoker. But just one drag, just one cigarette.' I said to myself. I slowly grabbed the lighter, raised it and lit the cigarette. I couldn't stop myself from taking a long drag, then slowly blow it in a tight stream at my reflection. For a second, I started to imagine myself as a woman. Able to seduce any man. I took another drag as I thought, then reality set in. 'WHAT AM I DOING? I DON'T SMOKE AND I AM DEFINITELY NOT A WOMAN!!!' I yelled at myself. I crushed the cigarette out and went to bed. Tomorrow, I am going to fix this....If only I could make the day come sooner...

(To be continued)

  

  

  

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