Ellie stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her amber eye stared back with a
certain discomfort – as if searching for some unknown something. She played with
her short swept back brunette hair and admired her face. The high cheek bones,
the striking eyes, the slender nose elegantly descending downward to a cute girlish
button. She ran her hands up and down her slender figure, starting at her wide,
rapidly developing hips, up around her trim – but not perfectly flat – stomach.
Exhaustively honed by track and field. And eventually up to her modest, B-cup
bust, with a sigh of disappointment.
She gathered herself and walked out into the doctor’s office. Dr. Melana, an
authority on cosmetic surgeries. She tapped down the hall into a group meeting
room in the doctor’s office. She was here in advance of her 18th birthday. It was
the first step of her mother’s 18th birthday present. Her choice of cosmetic
surgeries. Dr. Melana finished her initial consultation minutes ago and Ellie settled
on DD-cup sized breast implants and lip injections to help give her slender smile
some volume.
She walked to the end of the hall, opened the door, and saw Dr. Melana seated in
a comfortable chair, with three small armchairs facing her across the room. Two
girls sat in the chairs: on the left, a pale skinned redhead with an amazingly
slender figure that was interrupted by the bulging presence of a large pair of
generously augmented breasts. The bust, barely concealed by a white tank top,
had to have been DDD’s at least – and she should see the outline of a sturdy,
supportive, push up underwire bra underneath. On the right, a shorter, slightly
curvy girl with rich dark olive toned skin and long straight black hair. Her smile was
attention grabbing, not just due to her wide smile, but her large, bulbous lips, which
matched her full bust, not-quite-thin waistline, and impressively wide hips that
pressed outwards over the ends of the armchair.
Each chair had an end table placed right to their sides, which struck Ellie as
slightly strange.
“Come in, Ellie” Dr. Melana said, with a warm tone in her voice.
Ellie accepted the seat in the center of the room, as the other girls looked at her
expectantly.
“We’re here to discuss your recovery from your upcoming surgery – I like to
incorporate a sort of ‘group therapy’ approach to my procedures” Dr. Melana said
with a slightly mischevious tone in her voice.
“I’m Shelly” the redhead quipped with a friendly smile.
“And I’m Selina” confirmed the brunette with a nod.
“So, what’s this about?” Ellie asked innocently.
“As you know, cosmetic surgery is a complicated procedure in any form. And I
regard it not just as a physical transformation, but a mental, and emotional one as
well. We’re building a new you, after all” Dr. Melana stated with a friendly, but
authoritative tone.
“You’re going to love it” Shelly said. “Dr. Melana has helped us so much in
embracing the new ‘us.'”
“I hear you’re going for DD’s, right?” asked Selena.
“Well, yes, I want to have a bust that I can be proud of. Nothing extreme…” Ellie
said, trying not to stare at Selena’s impressive F-cup bust “…but something that
makes me feel like, well, the woman I want to be” she said with a blush.
“Ah well, I respect your decision, as your doctor,” Dr. Melana started “although it
isn’t too late to change your mind.”
“Change my mind?” Ellie asked. “No of course not, I know I want this for myself,
and my mom is just so generous offering me this procedure.”
“Ah no, not that, dear” Dr. Melana replied “I’m referring to your implant size. You
have a perfect figure for E-cups. They’d really help you stand out…but there is still
time for you to change your mind. Let me know if you want a last second upgrade
before tomorrow’s procedure” she said with a wink.
“But we’re here to discuss your recovery. It’s important that we get a head start”
she continued.
“A…head start on recovery?”
“Yes. As you know, you’ll be unable to exercise and run for weeks following your
procedure, which is certainly a priority for an athlete like you” Dr. Melana
explained. The statement chided at Ellie, while she didn’t exactly dislike track &
field, she only did it to manage her figure, and her identity as a tomboyish athlete
clashed with the version of herself she wanted to become.”
“Plus,” Shelly added, “once you get a real, proper woman’s bust, you’ll find that
exercise may be a thing of the past. My DDD’s just bounce uncontrollably when I
run, jog, or even climb stairs.”
Ellie considered this and pressed on, confident that she’d rather be a full figured
woman than a skinny tomboyish athlete. “Okay…so what’s the plan.”
“Well, everyone finds their own way to adjust to their new figure. For some it is
yoga. For others: mediation. But in my practice, I encourage – no, insist – on
‘aromatherapy'” Dr. Melana stated playfully.
What happened next surprised Ellie.
Dr. Melana opened a drawer in her desk and pulled out a pack of Virginia Slim
120’s, a lighter, and an ashtray. She flipped the pack open, extracted a long white
cigarette, lit it, and pulled a luxuriously long drag – not breaking eye contact with
Ellie until the smoke popped from her lips, sliding down her windpipe. She the let
out a richly satisfied sigh.
At this moment, Shelly and Selena followed suit, pulling out their own packs from
their end tables – Marlboro Light 100’s and Newport 100’s, respectively – taking
long drags as smoke began to pour into the group consultation room.
“B-but…aren’t you supposed to be my doctor?” Ellie asked incredulously.
“Well, yes, Ellie. I AM your doctor. Which is precisely the point” she said before
pausing with a long, rich inhale. “Maintaining your weight and figure is made so
much easier with cigarettes by your side. And while there are some…long term
viability concerns…I’m focused on the you in the here and now. It’s about
maximizing quality of life. That’s my job” she stated conclusively, elegantly tapping
the ash from her long white cigarette into an already full ashtray.
“So…I mean… you’re saying that smoking would be GOOD for me?” Ellie asked
hesitantly, but with less confusion than before.
“Holistically, yes” the doctor replied in between drags.
“And its SO good, Ellie!” Shelly exclaimed. “I’ve never looked or felt better since I
encountered my surgery and smokes. They relax me when I need it, perk me up
when I need a lift, and I’d dare say that they pair with just about everything.”
“AND they help keep your figure trim and stave off too much post-surgery weight
gain” Selena added with a talking exhale of rich Newport smoke. “Plus, it’s perfect
for us because it enhances our already enhanced assets” she added with a wink.
Selena then lifted her long Newport to her lips and theatrically took a deep puff.
Ellie noticed that Selena’s thick, bulbous lips puckered outwards and around her
Newport’s cork filter, obviously showing them off and making her look even more
enticing. Selena then extracted the cigarette from her lips – which for half a second
stuck to her thick, heavily glossed lips, showing off their impressive size. She then
took a huge, heaving inhale, daintily touching her cleavage with her free hand as
her huge F-cup bust expanded and heaved outwards.
As Selena exhaled her eyes glittered with delight. It was unmistakable: smoking
made her sexy assets look even sexier.
“Well, I suppose I could try. My mom smokes, after all, I hope she’s alright with it”
Ellie said tentatively.
“Of course she will be” Dr. Melana quickly added. “She already knows that
cigarettes are apart of my ‘procedure'” she said with a talking exhale. Now, Ellie
dear, open the drawer next to you.
Ellie obliged. And was shocked to find a full carton of Marlboro Light 100 cigarettes
and a pair of silver lighters. She was only expecting a pack – and even that was still
a surprise.
“But Dr. Melana – why did you get me a whole carton? What if I try it and decide
that I don’t like it?” Ellie said, already admiring the design of the carton and
opening it up from the top to see 10 full, inviting packs of Marlboro Light 100’s
staring up at her.
“Oh Ellie, EVERYONE can love smoking – but you need to smoke a full carton if
you’re giving it a real try.” Dr. Melana replied. “And I know you will, too. You have
to, because this is my pre-surgery prescription. C’mon, Ellie. Smoke with us!
Doctor’s orders” she added with a wink.
“Well, that doesn’t sound too bad” Ellie said with a relieved smile, as she pulled her
first pack of cigarettes out of her first carton.
[To Be Continued]
Coming Of Age Pt2:
An Evening Of Firsts
by Liam
Ellie sat in the car on the way home from Dr. Melana’s clinic, pensive, reserved.
“Well, aren’t you excited?” her mother, Vanessa asked as she lit a long Salem 100.
“Its going to be a whole new you” she added excitedly though a talking exhale, her
rich smoke billowing out of her plump, red, smoker’s lined lips.
Ellie blushed. “Well yeah, mom, I am. Having a new body, well a new bust at least,
I think I’ll finally really feel good in my own skin.” She pulled out her new pack of
Marlboro Lights 100s and fondled the taut edges of the pack anxiously. “But these
cigarettes, I’m not sure…”
“Not sure about what, honey?” Vanessa asked, with obvious concern spread
across her smoke veiled face.
“Well, Mom…I guess…is it really okay?”
Vanessa laughed with a gush of fresh smoke. “Of COURSE its okay, sweetie. Its
all apart of the process. Plus, when I was your age – 18 – I’d already been smoking
for nearly three years. It’s fine honey.”
Ellie looked at her with her big amber eyes. “But, you know, what about the health
risks?”
Vanessa turned and gave her a serious look – although her perfect, slightly smoke
weathered features were set in a warm grin of maternal concern. “Well, its about
what Dr. Melana told me when I had my last upgrade – ” she added, stretching her
chest out slightly to subconsciously display her large F-cup breasts ” – its all about
quality of life. When I started smoking more seriously, after my last procedure a
few years back, my quality of life improved tremendously.”
“Plus,” Vanessa continued “my cigarettes have really helped me maintain a healthy
weight and figure. Which isn’t an easy task with a full figure like mine. I can’t
exactly run marathons while these assets up top.” She continued after another
long drag on her Salem 100 “I’m sure you’ll love it, honey, just trust the process.”
Ellie broke out into a blush and a grin. Letting her reserved, pensive mask fade as
she received her mother’s approval to indulge in being a smoker. Something that
inexplicably excited her ever since she saw Dr. Melana light up. “I think I will, Mom.
I…I can’t wait!”
“Well you’ll have to wait another 10 minutes, honey, we’re going to smoke your first
cigarette properly at home, not in the car. Not yet.” Vanessa added with a warm
smile of approval. Ellie nodded and dutifully placed her pack back into the carton.
‘Trust the process’ Ellie thought, ‘maybe this won’t be so hard after all.’
The two women arrived home and settled in, losing their shoes, dropping their
purses, as Vanessa beckoned Ellie to their screened in back porch. It was a warm,
inviting room, of comfort. Comfortable chairs are set up to overlook their family’s
large green property, with multiple end tables, each adorned with large, partially full
ashtrays.
Vanessa smoked everywhere in the house, of course, as she hoped Ellie would.
But the back porch was a veritable smoking haven. The lounge chairs, the
ashtrays, and the shelves which were well stocked with a variety of lighters,
ashtrays, incense to burn, and cartons upon cartons of fresh cigarettes.
“Come here, honey, let’s get you smoking” she said with a devilish grin, patting the
lounge chair beside her.
Ellie sat down, hugging the carton of Marlboro Lights 100s – *her* carton of
cigarettes – with an anticipatory grin.
“Go on, get comfortable, open your first pack” Vanessa said with a smile, before
lighting another Salem 100.
Ellie did just that. Pulling the flap of her carton open was exciting, like uncovering
an ancient tomb filled with exciting mysteries. Then, extracting the first pack – *her*
first pack, she pulled the top open and saw twenty pure white filters staring up at
her. They were practically shouting: “smoke me, Ellie! It’s time for a smoke!”
Ellie pulled out a long white Marlboro White 100 and placed it between her girlish
lips. She was surprised at how light it felt dangling in her mouth. It seemed inviting.
Then her mother leaned over, flipped open her silver zippo lighter, and light her
beautiful daughter’s very first cigarette.
“Alright honey now pull in the tip of the flame to the tip of your cigarette” Vanessa
said, her own burning Salem bouncing between the corners of her plump, lined
lips. “Don’t inhale it immediately, just pull the flame in like a straw.”
Her daughter did so, her eyes lighting up as she saw the tip of her cigarette ignite
in a golden amber ember. Smoke poured into her mouth. It was unlike anything
she’d ever tasted. It was strong to her virgin tongue: sweet, slightly bitter, peaty,
tangy, savory, and rich. It tickled her tongue ever so slightly.
The, immediately afterwards, Vanessa said “now pull the cigarette from your mouth
and take a gentle breath of air in, without blowing out the smoke.”
Ellie did just that – the cigarette slid out of her sealed lips with a subtle, almost
flirtatious ‘pop’ as she took a breath. The smoke cascaded down her throat into her
awaiting chest.
And it was amazing.
The bittersweet savory flavor intensified as she felt a palpable fullness in her chest.
The tickling sensation followed the smoke down her throat – intensifying with a
sharper scratching tingle that Ellie (to her surprise) easily suppressed. She then
felt the tickling sensation warm into a pleasant, slow rush, that she felt all the way
to her fingertips. The pleasure and satisfaction was immediate.
“Oh wow, mom” Ellie replied with a seemingly effortless talking exhale “this is SO
good!” She immediately went for another modest, but excited, inhale. The warming
pleasure was even better the second time around. “I see why people love to
smoke – this is wonderful!”
Vanessa beamed with pride as her daughter smoked her first cigarette with the
flourish and confidence of a fairly seasoned smoker. Soon the two women were
chatting excitedly, bonding, tapping their cigarette ashes in the nearly full ashtray
between them, smiling, and blowing out smooth streams of smoke that enveloped
the back porch.
Ellie felt great the rest of the day. She was still a little nervous about the procedure,
but the SMOKING. It was instantaneously good in a way she hadn’t expected. She
admired the look, feel, and ritual of it and made a mental note to further explore
these feelings and thoughts throughout the week. They smoked a second cigarette
on the porch together. Then, after dinner, Ellie enjoyed a third with her mother after
dinner. To her surprise Vanessa poured Ellie a glass of wine to match her own. She
noted how the flavor of her cigarette complimented and enhanced the rich, robust
wine.
Smiling as she cradled a wine glass in one hand, a long white cigarette in the
other, blowing feminine plumes of smoke into the air with her beautiful mother in
the comfort of their home, she thought: ‘this is what the new me will feel like, not a
silly shy girl, but a rich woman who enjoys life’s finer things.’
Then, later that night, as she got ready for bed, she sat on the edge and reflected
on how much she enjoyed her cigarettes. She couldn’t wait for the next day, her
second day as a smoker, to arrive. While contemplating that she noticed that her
mother had left her pack of Marlboro Lights 100’s – along with a lighter and small
ashtray – at Ellie’s bedside table.
They looked ‘right’ sitting there Ellie decided. She hadn’t planned on cigarette #4
tonight, least of all right before bed. But it looked so enticing, the pack propped
open, with over a dozen white filters gently calling for her attention. With a smile,
Ellie slid one out, placed it in her lips, and luxuriously smoked alone in her room.
She let out a satisfied sigh of smoke into her formerly smoke-free bedroom and
thought: ‘Just trust the process, Ellie, trust the process.’
to be continued?
by Liam