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 Smoky Diet, file #17

   She was quite attractive despite her extra pounds.  She looked good
enough for more then just a one-night stand, but with some thirty pounds
less she would turn into a stunner.  She had a lovely face, even if a bit
puffy.  Lovely deer eyes, a small and straight nose and lips meant for
kissing.  From the chin down it was a different matter.  Those extra pounds
were at least spread evenly, but still, she was overweight.  Of course her
breasts were XL size but so were her hips.  At least she had no protruding
belly and she was quite flat from behind too.  She looked like the image of
a woman in one of those distorting mirrors that scaled the image up only
horizontally.  I invited her to the visitor's chair and waited for her to
tell me why she had come to me.  Obviously she had to gather some courage
till she spoke up.  She had a lovely feminine voice, low but smooth.

   'I want to learn to smoke.'

   Wham!  Something new.  How old could she be?  Certainly not over
twenty-five, maybe less then that.  I asked her:

   'How old are you?'

   'I'm twenty-four'

   'All right.  But tell me, why this sudden idea to learn to smoke?'

   'Look, I'll pay for it.  Just do it, please.'

   She sounded annoyed.

   'This is a very unusual request, you know.  I can do it, no question,
but pardon me for the indiscretion.  I want to know why.  The method I'm
going to apply may depend on your answer.'

   'Very well, then.  I want to smoke to lose weight.'

   Fascinating!

   'Don't you think there are better ways to lose weight?  There isn't a
guarantee that starting to smoke will really help and you may wind up with
a habit very hard to shake off.  Besides, smoking isn't exactly healthy.'

   I had to probe for her determination.  She might be the fulfillment of
one my old dreams, yet I had to put up a façade of respectability.  No need
to show her I was more then keen on being the smoking tutor of a woman.

   'Listen, I told you I want to learn how to smoke.  Isn't that enough for
you?  I've tried everything else and I know for sure it can work, I've seen
it work on others so it is my only hope.  I don't care if it's hazardous.
Besides I understand smoking can be fun.'

   'All right, then.  I'll do it.  Still it must be clear that you will
have to smoke quite a lot to really achieve something.  A couple of
cigarettes per day won't work.' She nodded in consent.

   'I know that.  My only problem is I tried to learn to smoke on my own
and I couldn't.  I kept gagging and getting sick.  I have no one to turn
to. Besides I'm too shy to ask somebody.  That's why I came to you.  I've
heard that you know a lot about smoking and you're not the kind of doctor
or shrink who is strictly against smoking.'

   'I understand.  First, we have to set up a strategy for you.  Before you
can smoke the proper way, you need to get accustomed to nicotine.  I have
here a box of nicotine patches.  You will apply one on your hip and use a
fresh one every day.  It will make you feel strange at first, but after two
or three days it'll pass.  As soon as you feel comfortable with them, try
two instead of one.  Once you feel good with two of them, come back to me.
I will schedule you for next week, same day.  That should be the right
time. If something unusual happens, call me up.  If you want, you can try
one here and wait a little for the effect.  Then we can see if your body
can cope with it.'

   She took the package, extracted one patch and applied it to her hip by
pushing her skirt up a bit.

   We sat there waiting while she told me a bit about her futile attempts
to lose weight.  While I listened to her chirping, my mind started
wandering.  I tried to imagine how she would look.  Slim, or better just
right, as she would never be really slim, but in a stocky way sexy, smoking
elegantly a long Marlboro Red, yummy!  If all went well, I could also hope
for at least one good workout with her.  But till then there was hard work
in front of me.

   In the mean time she had grown a bit pale and beads of sweat appeared on
her forehead.

   'How do you feel?' I asked her.

   'Hot and dizzy, but it's bearable.'

   'We'll wait another quarter of an hour and if it doesn't get worse, you
can go home.  Remember to remove the patch immediately if you feel really
sick.  But let's hope for the best.  Call me up tomorrow about how you
feel. I want to know.'

   'Yes, I'll do that.  Good Bye.'

   A bit unsteady on her feet she went away.

   She did indeed call me up next day and asked if she could increase
already to two patches, as she felt very good now.  I advised her against
it and told her to wait at least one more day.

   After a week she came to her appointment.

   'How did it go?' I asked her

   'Brilliant' she said radiating satisfaction.  'I'm wearing three patches
now and I feel just swell'

   Oops!  I hadn't counted on her eagerness.  Well, we could go the next
step anyway.

   'Remove the patches now, dear.  We won't need them.'

   She did as told.  Exposing part of her generous hip without shame.  She
seemed to see a sort of doctor in me.  So much the better!  She will be
wiser after I've finished her off.  Yet, most of the way still lay before
us.

   'We will wait a quarter of an hour for the effect to wear down a bit.'

   I could have told her to do that before, but I wanted the extra time to
get friendly with her.  Like the last time she chirped away, this time more
about her unhappy love life, of how the boys had disregarded her and how
she had only on rare occasions been used by one boy or another to use up
his frustration on her.  She had been utterly disappointed by lovemaking.
The only way she could get an orgasm was under the shower from her own
hands.  The few boys she had gotten into her bed had just pumped away on
her, without giving her much attention.  No passionate kisses, no fondling,
no foreplay at all.  The quarter of an hour passed quickly.

   'Ok now.  Smoking lesson number one.'

   I took a pack of Marlboro Reds 100 hundred from my drawer.

   'These are the cigarettes I would recommend.  They're fairly strong, but
not overly so.  Of course you may later on find your own brand of choice.
Just stay away from Lights or Ultra Lights.  They're no good anyway. 
Besides, to lose weight you must take smoking seriously.' I showed the pack
over to her side of the table.

   'Try to light up one.  Remember not to drag too hard on it.  Just puff a
bit, till it burns evenly.'

   She took a cigarette out of the pack and had no problem lighting it. 
She obviously had done that before, just as she had told me.

   'Now the inhale.  The mistake most beginners make is they try to take in
too much smoke at once.  To do it the right way, you take a small drag,
then open your lips and suck in the air.  This way the smoke will be
diluted and you will not gag on it.  Go ahead, try it.'

   She took a tentative drag and inhaled, blowing out the smoke
immediately.

   'How does it feel?'

   'I didn't feel much.  If anything it tasted a bit bitter, but down the
throat, nothing much.'

   'That's the way it should be.  Now try to drag a bit more.'

   She took a better drag, again inhaling and exhaling almost in one move.

   'Strange.  I felt something now.  I can't describe it, but it felt good
actually.'

   'That's what it's supposed to be.  You should feel good from it.  Now
take another drag, but this time try not to exhale the smoke immediately.
Inhale, hold your breath and count to five till you exhale.'

   'Hey wow, that went to my head!' she exclaimed after following my
instructions.

   She took another drag, even bigger this time.

   'Wait, don't haste.  For now it's best if you breathe in at least three
or four times till you drag again.  You are used to the nicotine by now,
but still you have to be careful.  Besides, smoking too much too fast will
make your throat sore.  We don't want that.'

   She smoked up her cigarette with increasing pleasure.  My nicotine cure
with the patches had worked well.  She didn't in the least look sick.

   'Ok now, we're done for today.  Go and buy yourself a carton of
cigarettes.  Don't smoke more then one cigarette every hour.  You may still
get sick if you do it too fast in the beginning.  I'll see you next week.'

   She smiled at me and went.

   Sure enough she came back the other week.

   'How did it go?' I asked her

   'Oh, quite well.  Not that I have lost any weight, but I have smoked a
cigarette every hour and I do enjoy it very much now.'

   'That's good.  You are a moderate smoker now.  Still, if you want to
really lose weight, you must smoke at least twice as much, preferably more.
Don't overdo it.  Decrease the intervals in steps of five minutes every
day, till you are comfortable with a cigarette every fifteen to twenty
minutes.  You can also try to drag a bit harder, to inhale a bit more each
time.  Now it's also time for you to find the brand that suites you best.
Simply go to a tobacconist and buy a pack of each of the brands that appeal
to you.  As long as you stick to full flavor, it's only a question of
taste. Now to the second part of the exercise.  If you really want to lose
weight, here are a few hints.  Always smoke at least one cigarette before
meals.  One first thing in the morning, one with the coffee and if you can,
try to substitute your breakfast for a cigarette or two.  If you feel like
having a snack, smoke instead.  You will see that up to a point, smoking
will kill your appetite.  See you next week.'

   The week after, she surprised me.  She looked a bit haggard, but happy.
She definitely had lost some weight already.  I invited her to smoke and
she took out a pack of Kent Full Flavor 100.  She smoked expertly and with
visible pleasure.  She dragged with hollowing cheeks and inhaled deeply. 
Her exhales were slow and rich.  Yes, I had done a good job.

   'How much do you smoke now?'

   'Oh, close to three packs a day'

   'And how does it feel?'

   'Just great.  I love it more every day.  Sometimes I smoke three or four
cigarettes in a row.  I just can't get enough.  I even wake up in the
middle of the night to smoke a couple of cigarettes.  Those are the best.
And guess what.  I've lost eight pounds already.  Gosh, doc, you did a
marvelous job.' She smiled at me, but then a cloud passed over her face.

   'There's one thing that bothers me, though.'

   'Now what would that be?  Don't be shy.  You can talk to me about
whatever you want.  It's my job to help people if I can.'

   'Oh, you really were a great help already.  Still I have one grief.  I
may lose weight now and look better, but won't my smoking drive away the
guys?  With all those health campaigns and the anti smoking attitude, I
might have to quit again, but then I'll gain back my old weight.  What do
you think, doc?'

   'Oh you needn't worry too much about that.  Did you know that a lot of
men find smoking makes a woman look sexy?'

   'Hey, wow, is that really so?'

   'Oh, definitely.  I know quite a number of couples where the man is a
non-smoker and the woman smokes and they're quite happy together.  It can
work out.  Granted, you may drive away the tight minded guys, but who needs
them in the first place?'

   She gave me a pensive look, not sure what to think of this new point of
view.

   'I never saw it that way, but it does make a bit of sense.  Still, I'm
not sure.  I have a friend who had been smoking a lot ever since I knew
her. Before I started smoking myself, I always felt she smelt bad and worst
of all on her breath.  Why would anybody except a smoker want to kiss a
heavy smoker like me?  It must feel horrible!'

   'Oh not really.  Take me.  I'd kiss a smoker anytime.  I actually love
it.  There are thousands of men out there that would love to kiss you the
way you are now.  Besides, let me tell you, you already look very sexy and
it will get even better.'

   'Oh c'mon.  You say that just to make me happy.'

   'Oh no, that's not true.  I wouldn't dare to harass you, but you can
have a demonstration any time.' She stared at me, not sure if she
understood.  Then she stood up with determination and stepped over till she
almost touched my knees.  Enveloping me in her delicious smoky breath, she
almost shouted at me.

   'You're making fun of me!'

   'I wouldn't dare.  But if you get any closer I might be tempted to
forget my professional attitude.' I said with an inviting smile.  She
finally got the message and doubled over for a kiss.

   What shall I say?  It was just what I had hoped for.  She knew how to
kiss, that's for sure.  She showed a lot of talent for a wallflower.  It
turned out she wasn't bad at the rest either.  It took me quite some
talking to convince her I did indeed want her to smoke while we kissed and
later on while we made love, but in the end she did it and we had quite a
work-over there in my office.  With all her plumpness, she moved expertly
and feeling all that soft flesh around me was a very rewarding experience,
adding to the pleasure of making love to the first woman I had personally
taught to smoke.  Well, she had been asking for it, but nevertheless, she
had done it after my instructions.

   When finally I had spent all my energy on several orgasms, doubled by at
least twice as many on her side, there was hardly air left to breathe in
the room for all that smoke.  Yet, that didn't bother me.  I kept fondling
her big body, long after I wasn't able to anything else any more.  When she
finally left, she had tears of gratitude in her eyes.

   'You haven't just taught me to smoke.  You have turned me into a woman
too.  I will never forget you.'

   Leaving a trail of smoke and an envelope on my the desk, she left my
office and my life.  Only once did I see her again, at the arms of a man.
She hadn't lost a lot of weight but still she looked sexier than ever. 
Smoking had somehow given her self-confidence, changing her whole attitude.
Of course a happy love live had done the rest.  The two of them seemed very
much in love.

   She was smoking a cigarette and he was watching her transfixed, all but
drooling.  I sure had helped her to a happier life.

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