Baby Smokes A Lot (F-solo, g-solo, smk, no sex, preg) by this guy (this.guy20@yahoo.com) Summary: A young mother gets he baby to smoke Sherry was on cloud nine after leaving the doctor's office. She had already known she was pregnant, of course, thanks to the EPT test she had taken two weeks earlier. In fact, she knew exactly when it happened. It was a guy named Rob she had picked up at a bar. She had just lit two VS 120s in her double-barreled holder when he came over. He said "I've been watching you, and I can't believe your smoking!" She answered with a quadruple pump followed by a direct lung inhale, adding two inches of ash to both cigarettes. They left early, before either of them had gotten drunk. He took her to his place, and they fucked and smoked all night. And she never saw him again, for she had what she wanted - she was 'knocked up'. She even gave him a fake name and number so he wouldn't annoy her. Her cigarette was lit before she got to the car. Over the next nine months she planned to continue her three-pack-a-day habit, and add a few more cigarettes each month for the baby. She could only imagine the baby as a daughter - no other thought ever crossed her mind. Her job as a phone-sex operator let her stay home all the time and smoke. Inside her, the little fetus was no bigger than the size of her pinkie nail, but it had been conceived in a wash of nicotine. The only time the nicotine level dropped was when her mommy slept, and after a while she would start to kick and thrash about until she could feel her mommy moving. Then she knew what would happen next - every time mommy woke up, it wouldn't be long until the nicotine came to her again, and she could relax and just soak it up. As the nine months passed, baby Caitlyn grew and Sherry got bigger and bigger and kept adding more cigarettes until she was smoking four packs a day, 20 just for Caitlyn. The nicotine was a part of every cell in Caitlyn’s little body and developing brain, so there could never be a time when it was withheld. Each time Caitlyn felt mommy's nicotine level drop, she would kick her until she felt the wonderful comfort of nicotine again. *** Being born was traumatic. One day, she was sleeping in sherry's belly, floating in the warm amniotic fluid and loving it. Suddenly she turned upside down and the fluid poured out of Sherry. Caitlyn had never experienced it before, and it was shortly thereafter when the nicotine flow stopped suddenly. No amount of kicking would start it again. Soon enough, she was pulled out into a world that was impossibly bright and cold, and the last of mommy's fluid was sucked from her mouth, and the tube that she ate and got her nicotine from was suddenly cut. She screamed bloody murder, and kept it up until she was so tired she fell asleep. She slept for a while, then she was aware of a need to suck on something. Sherry was ecstatic. Caitlyn was big and healthy and beautiful, all blue eyes and blond hair. Sherry held her up to her nipple and Caitlyn latched onto it and started to suck it. The warm milk was sweet in her mouth, and felt so good, and very soon she noticed that her nicotine craving was beginning to subside - she was getting it from mommy's milk! This was great! It wasn't enough, but it was something, anyway. The next day, Sherry took Caitlyn home. Sherry's mother had insisted on helping her, so while Sherry was nursing the baby, she asked her mother to light a cigarette for her. Having been there before, her mother had no problem with Sherry smoking, but did ask Sherry if she was going to smoke so close to the new baby. Sherry said "Of course - she's used to it!" Sherry finally got rid of her mom the next day, and Sherry and Caitlyn were alone. Sherry took nicotine patches and put one on the bottom side of each breast, then lit a cigarette and held Caitlyn up to her breast and she immediately started sucking. Sherry double-pumped again and again, enveloping them both in her warm, delicious smoke. Caitlyn felt the extra nicotine in the milk and was content. Sherry slowly blew smoke into Caitlyn’s face as she nursed. This didn't bother the baby at all - she would simply take deep breaths through her nose, and it smelled, tasted and felt wonderful. Soon she was full of milk and Sherry had lit another cigarette. She patted Caitlyn’s back until she burped, and then it was time. Sherry inhaled a huge puff of smoke, laid the cigarette on the ashtray, and held Caitlyn in front of her and put her mouth over Caitlyn’s mouth and nose. She felt Caitlyn exhale sweet baby breath, and she opened her mouth over Caitlyn’s mouth and nose and flooded them with inhaled smoke as Caitlyn inhaled. Caitlyn barely coughed, just once, and Sherry saw a little bit of smoke in her exhalation. She almost came on herself, except that she was too sore down there. Caitlyn was happy, ready for another one. This time she inhaled even more of the smoke, and realized that this new way of getting her nicotine was going to be even better than when she was just a fetus. This was not only nicotine, this was SMOKE, and it TASTED GOOD and felt even better. The day of Caitlyn’s first inhalation of smoke, Sherry made her do it ten times. Caitlyn loved each one - the taste was wonderful, she loved the feeling of smoke in her little lungs, and the nicotine sensation was so INTENSE! She could feel it in her head, a little 'high' that lasted for 15 minutes or so. She wanted more. *** Sherry was still smoking four packs a day, and wearing two nicotine patches on her breasts all the time, so she was in a perpetual nicotine high all the time. Each time she heard Caitlyn wake up and begin to cry, milk would start dripping from her breasts and the urge to nurse became overwhelming. Each day, she gave Caitlyn at least two more smoky kisses than the day before, so by the end of a week, Caitlyn was getting 24 chestfuls of pre-inhaled smoke each day. She became dependent on them and looked forward to them. After a week, Sherry modified her strategy. She would lay Caitlyn on the bed, take a big puff of her cigarette, then put a straw in her mouth, the other end in Caitlyn’s, and gently blow smoke into her eager lungs. The first time she did this, Caitlyn smiled, so she immediately did it again, blowing more of her inhalation into her lungs until she could see smoke coming from the baby's nose. Caitlyn was in baby heaven. Her mommy's milk provided her with a dose of nicotine that lasted for two or three hours, but she really loved the straw because the smoke was so much thicker and the feeling more intense. Soon Sherry didn't really have to blow any more - when Caitlyn saw Sherry take a puff and put her mouth over the straw, Caitlyn would inhaled deeply through the straw, and often could inhale and exhale two or three times before mommy's smoke ran out and she had to take another puff. When she slept, she would dream of holding a cigarette like her mommy (although she didn't know the word 'cigarette' yet) and breathing through it all the time. *** On Caitlyn’s one-month-old day, Sherry decided to give her special treatment. She gave Caitlyn every exhalation from three whole cigarettes in a row that morning, and then when it was time for Caitlyn’s next feeding, she dispensed with the straw and used her curled-up tongue to deliver the smoke. They both liked this. Then Sherry took a medium-sized puff and held it in her mouth without inhaling it, and kissed Caitlyn. Caitlyn eagerly sucked down the uninhaled smoke and felt a jolt in her chest from the added intensity of the smoke. She almost coughed, but instead held her breath for ten seconds before blowing her first 'inhaled by Caitlyn first' puff into Sherry's face. Caitlyn thought "Oh, this is even better. Please, I hope she does it again!". Of course, Sherry did. After every feeding she would smoke and hold Caitlyn to her and kiss the smoke into her. Each day she did it more and more, until, at three months old, Caitlyn was able to take an entire cigarette's worth of uninhaled smoke at a single sitting and an hour later would cry for more! *** While Caitlyn slept (and babies sleep a lot), Sherry had time to make a 'smoking bottle' for Caitlyn. She bought a hollow rubber pacifier and a plastic baby bottle. She cut the handle off the pacifier and made a tiny smoke hole in the end. She made a round hole in side of the baby bottle to let air in. Finally, it was ready to test. Sherry put a lit VS menthol Ultra-Light into the pacifier and inserted it into the bottle's plastic ring, then screwed the top onto the bottle. She sucked on the nipple, and sure enough, it worked wonderfully. A man on the Web had told her how to make it, and it was ready. Caitlyn was three months old now, and Sherry had decided it was time for her to smoke her first whole cigarette by herself! The next time Caitlyn woke up, Sherry changed her diaper, fed her while smoking, and then it was time. She lit the cigarette and assembled the bottle, and then, holding Caitlyn close to her breasts, put the bottle to her lips. Caitlyn immediately started sucking, then Sherry pulled it out and Caitlyn inhaled. "Wow, that was great!" she thought, and reached for the bottle. Sherry let her hold it herself, which was safe since the cigarette was inside the bottle so that Caitlyn couldn't burn herself. Caitlyn sucked and instinctively knew to inhale instead of swallowing. She inhaled puff after puff, and soon her legs began to tingle and an intense nicotine high began to wash over her. It was almost too intense, for she began to feel a little nauseated, but by then the cigarette was finished. Caitlyn had smoked an entire cigarette by herself at three months old! Sherry was watching intently and rubbing herself as Caitlyn, her baby, really smoked! She had a shuddering orgasm just as Caitlyn finished her first whole cigarette. An hour later, they did it again, and this time Caitlyn didn't get nauseated, just felt wonderful. She had noticed that her mommy was always smoking, and Caitlyn now knew why - because grownups always wanted to feel like this! Caitlyn smoked five cigarettes that day. She was a genuine smoker at three months old! One day, Sherry's mom was making her weekly visit when Caitlyn was ready for a cigarette. First she swore her mother to secrecy, then said "Mom, you won't believe this - Caitlyn smokes!". Her mom said "Oh, I believe it - I let you smoke at her age!" Sherry let her mom feed Caitlyn a cigarette, and ten minutes later, another one. She couldn't remember a time in her life when she didn't smoke, so she supposed that her mom was being truthful. All the 'candid' photos of Sherry that her mom kept showed Sherry holding a cigarette, even at 3 or 4. So, the family tradition continued. *** By the age of four months, Caitlyn was smoking six cigarettes per day. Often they would forgo the bottle and Sherry would light two cigarettes and hold one of them to Caitlyn’s lips and they would smoke together. Caitlyn watched her mother smoke and began to copy her style as well as she could. But it took her longer to smoke a cigarette than her mother - often Sherry would smoke four in the time it took Caitlyn to smoke one. Sherry decided to step it up a little bit, gradually, so every time she lit a cigarette, she would give Caitlyn several puffs. Since Sherry smoked four packs a day, three packs at least while Caitlyn was awake, these extra puffs added up quickly. By five months old, she was smoking eight cigarettes per day by herself and taking four puffs from each of Sherry's 60 cigarettes; so she was getting an extra 240 puffs per day! Caitlyn loved this. To her, it let her keep a substantial nicotine buzz going all the time. Sherry was trying to teach her to talk, and her first word was "smoke", and she used it often. *** Sherry's home business, a phone sex service, had turned into an Internet-based service with a Web cam and microphone. Several of her customers asked about Caitlyn when they heard her asking for smoke and saw Sherry look down at something. Most of her clients liked watching her smoke, and one day a man offered her an extra $100 to see Caitlyn smoke. Sherry figured "Why not?" and held Caitlyn on her lap and put her cigarette to Caitlyn’s lips, and she took a big puff. The client came on the spot! So, Sherry gradually built up a list of high-paying clients with Caitlyn’s help. Sometimes the calls would be back-to-back, so Caitlyn would get to smoke several cigarettes in a row. She loved it - the more she could smoke, the happier she was. Her dream was to smoke as much as her mommy, and as soon as possible. Together they were earning at least $700 per day online, and she began to learn the words they used, like "cum", and "fuck" and of course, "cigarette" and "puff". Sometimes Sherry would have her say something to the clients. As Caitlyn approached being five months old, she was still being breastfed by Sherry, and Sherry was still using nicotine patches on her breasts. Sherry decided to quit doing this, and instead, she put a nicotine patch on Caitlyn’s back. Sherry continued to make her smoke as much as she could, and in the first few days, whenever she made Caitlyn smoke two cigarettes in a row, she would get nauseous and spit up. Sherry kept Caitlyn’s 'smoking bottle' going all day, and Caitlyn’s consumption continued to climb. When she reached ten whole cigarettes and many more puffs per day, Sherry added a second nicotine patch to Caitlyn’s back and changed them every morning. She didn't let any of Web clients know about the patches. By now, she had fifteen clients who connected just to see her "make" Caitlyn smoke. Usually, at least ten of them would be on simultaneously, and Sherry had it set up so that they all got streaming video. They were each charged $3.99 per minute that they were connected, so Caitlyn was bringing in a lot of money for them. *** As Caitlyn’s six-month-old birthday approached, Sherry put an ad on her web site announcing that on that day, Caitlyn would be forced to smoke a whole cigar. The ad featured a picture of a Macanudo that was eight inches long and half an inch across. It also showed a picture of Caitlyn with a piece of tape over her nostrils and a mouthpiece in her mouth, secured by duct tape. The ad featured the words "Will Caitlyn like it? Will she hate it? Will she even SURVIVE?" Sherry knew that her hard-core 'dark side' fetishers would love this, so she upped the price for this one event to $7.99 per minute and in the two weeks leading up to it, she had more than 30 subscribers signed up to receive it, so they would make nearly $240 per minute. In their "off time", Sherry kept Caitlyn smoking as much as possible. She quickly adjusted to wearing two nicotine patches and Sherry made her smoke 20 cigarettes a day. Each night, she would light one of the Macanudoes and give Caitlyn puff after puff, trying to get her used to it. She used her Webcam in 'offline' mode to made videos of Caitlyn puffing the cigar and coughing and used the video to make a ten-second "commercial" that clients could view while they were connected at their normal rate. Eventually, Caitlyn was able to take small puffs of the cigars and inhale them while wearing her nicotine patches, but after five or six puffs she would throw up. Sherry hoped that removing the patches would allow her to smoke the entire cigar without throwing up, but to help insure that, she converted Caitlyn’s smoking bottle to hold two cigarettes at once and switched her to full-strength Virginia Slim Menthols. She would hold Caitlyn in her arms and nurse her, then burp her, make her smoke two cigarettes, and then nurse her from the other breast. Finally, the day came. Sherry had removed the nicotine patches the night before, and had to get up three times during the night to nurse her and let her smoke. In the morning, she gave Caitlyn a bath and put some makeup on her, bringing out her long eyelashes, putting on blue eye shadow to bring out the color in her eyes, used some blush on her cheeks to highlight her cheekbones and make her look like she was 'hollowing her cheeks' as she puffed, and topped it off with red lipstick, She combed her hair and put a red bow in it, and Caitlyn was ready. The Web event was set for 11 am, and she didn't let Caitlyn smoke anything starting at eight o'clock. The show started at 11, and Sherry wanted to make the most money she could, so she let the clients watch her as she put Caitlyn into her high chair in front of the camera, tied her hands to the sides of the high chair, and placed the mouthpiece in her mouth and taped it. The mouthpiece was connected to a flexible clear tube a half inch in diameter. Then she lit a Macanudo. Caitlyn looked scared. Sherry checked on who was watching, and there were 30 clients, including all five of her female clients, all anxiously watching, most smoking and nearly all of them stroking. Sherry put the high chair's tray in place and put a big ashtray on it. She pulled the tip of the Macanudo into the tube and laid it in the ashtray. She held her hand hear Caitlyn’s nose and waited to feel an exhalation. When she felt it, she pinched Caitlyn’s nose shut and watched her breathe through the cigar. All the clients could see the thick smoke flowing into her mouth through the clear plastic tube. While Caitlyn had smoked the cigars before, she had never had to do a direct inhale through one, so the smoke burned her throat as it went down. Sherry released her nostrils for a minute, and Caitlyn’s body tried to cough, but with the mouthpiece in place, she could do nothing but snort thick smoke from her nose. Sherry could hear the clients saying "Yes, yes!" as she pinched Caitlyn’s nose again and again, forcing her to inhale the smoke. Sherry's computer had a clock on the screen that showed her how much money they were making. Ten minutes into it, they had already made several thousand dollars, and Caitlyn seemed to have accepted her fate and was no longer struggling, just inhaling and exhaling. After every third puff, Sherry was letting her take a breath through her nose, and she was doing fine. They kept this up for 33 minutes before the cigar was done. Sherry let the clients continue to watch as she removed the mouthpiece and Caitlyn promptly vomited all over herself. They watched as Sherry wiped her mouth, and several of them were saying "More, more - give her a cigarette!" Since they were still connected at the high rate, she lit two cigarettes and put one in each of Caitlyn’s nostrils, then held her hand over her mouth to make her inhale through them. All the clients stayed connected, and the money continued to flow in. After Caitlyn finished the cigarettes, Sherry open her blouse and let Caitlyn suck on her nipples. Some of the clients closed their windows, but there were still several watching. Sherry lit two cigarettes and smoked them herself as Caitlyn nursed. When they reached the $10,000 mark, she told everyone goodbye and closed the session, telling them to tune back in tomorrow and see how Caitlyn was doing. *** After being made to smoke the cigar and then having to smoke two cigarettes through her nose, Caitlyn felt pretty bad. She was still nauseous with a severe nicotine high (in a child unaccustomed to it, it would have easily been a fatal dose of nicotine) and her throat and sinuses hurt. But her mommy knew what to do. She gave Caitlyn a bottle of warm chocolate milk and sprayed a saline mist into her nostrils and then suctioned them out. Caitlyn sneezed and her snot was dark brown. Then, to make her feel better and relax, Sherry smoked a joint and blew the smoke into Caitlyn with smoky kisses. Soon she was sleepy and the nausea was gone. She took a three hour nap. While Caitlyn slept, Sherry checked their finances. Two years of phone and Web sex and six months of Caitlyn’s help had grown her nest egg to over half a million dollars. Now she was faced with the question of what to do next. How could she top what she had just done to Caitlyn, practically torturing her with smoke? She had several ideas, such as letting the clients watch Caitlyn smoke a whole pack of cigarettes in an hour, seven at a time. Perhaps she and Caitlyn could get into an airtight plastic bag and smoke, pushing both their limits. She certainly couldn't do anything with Caitlyn that involved sex - it would be wrong and would arouse the ire of the Internet Service Provider (ISP) in Panama that she used - they had already warned her about that. She wished Caitlyn were older - she could dress her up like a little call girl and have her chain-smoke, holding and lighting her own cigarettes and talking dirty, but she wouldn't be able to do that for another year and a half, at the earliest. So, she sat down at the computer and created a questionnaire and sent it to the clients: 1) How did you like today's performance? 2) What can we do in the future to equal or exceed the enjoyment of your sessions with us? You folks are the clients - answers will be very helpful. After three hours, Caitlyn woke up and Sherry heard her. She went into Caitlyn’s room and got her out of bed and changed her diaper. Suddenly Caitlyn coughed hard and a large blob of brown-colored phlegm flew out. Sherry picked her up and patted her on the back and she coughed up another blob, smaller than the first. Then she said, in a hoarse voice "Smoke!". So Sherry too her to the living room, got Caitlyn’s two-cigarette bottle and fixed it up with two VS Menthols, lit it, and started feeding Caitlyn the smoke. In less than ten minutes, the cigarettes were gone and then she nursed Caitlyn until she was full, then set her down on the floor to play. Caitlyn said "Smoke!" again, and got her smoking bottle in return. Sherry watched her, and noticed that she was doing much more direct-inhaling than before, pulling the smoke directly into her lungs until they were full, exhaling through her nose, then inhaling through her bottle again. Sherry decided to tape this and put together a "hard-smoking" video for her Web site. All of her previous smoking tapes were available on the site as streaming video, including today's cigar torture, and so the money kept coming in. *** Sherry put Caitlyn on the bed next to her that night, placing a long row of cushions between the baby and the edge of the bed so she couldn't roll off. Just to make sure, she put a beanbag chair next to the bed. She lay there and listened as Caitlyn slept, and couldn't help but notice the loose rattle in her chest and the slight wheeze. She started to cry, thinking "What have I done?". Sure, her mom had started giving her puffs as a baby, but never forced her as she had done today. Sure, she was a chain-smoker now, but she had made that choice, to go from the occasional cigarette to occasional fresh air in her teens. Caitlyn had not had a choice. What she had done perhaps secured their financial future, but at what cost? She made the decision to stop Caitlyn’s smoking. She was only six months old, so she would never remember what had happened to her and that she had once smoked so heavily at such a young age. The next day, Sherry removed all nicotine patches from Caitlyn and threw away her smoking bottles. Caitlyn still wanted to smoke, though, saying "Smoke, mama!" in a voice that was noticeably deeper than yesterday's. Sherry let her take a single puff from her cigarette ten times that day, and only when Caitlyn asked. Sometimes, Caitlyn wouldn't ask until she was starting to tremble noticeably from nicotine withdrawal, and then Sherry would give her one puff and then nurse her with nicotine-rich breast milk. She tried to avoid smoking in Caitlyn’s presence - she would go into the kitchen or bathroom for a minute and smoke her head off, then go back to Caitlyn. That night, Caitlyn was restless and crying as Sherry tried to get her to sleep. Sherry laid down next to her, then pulled Caitlyn on top of her and let her nurse as she gently stroked her baby's back. Finally, Caitlyn went to sleep. The next day, Caitlyn had only eight puffs. The day after that, Sherry didn't let Caitlyn see her with a cigarette at all, but smoked cigars almost all day. Caitlyn asked several times for smoke, and Sherry held her cigar to Caitlyn’s lips. Caitlyn would take a big, deep inhale and then go away happy. Six puffs all day, and she slept fine, and her breathing sounds had quieted significantly. *** Caitlyn took her first steps at ten months of age, toward Sherry holding a cigar. Sherry was so excited about her walking, she gave her a second puff from the cigar, even though she was down to one puff a day. By her first birthday, Caitlyn was no longer smoking and didn't seem to remember it at all. She was growing normally and was a very happy baby. Sherry was happy, too. To satisfy her fetish, all she had to do was watch reruns of Caitlyn’s smoking videos, which she had edited into a dozen different configurations. One of her favorites showed ten solid minutes of Caitlyn puffing, from one week to six months old, then ten minutes of nothing but inhales, ten minutes of nothing but exhales, and five minutes of nothing but coughing out smoke. She always made herself watch that part. She decided that she had done the best thing by stopping Caitlyn’s smoking so early. There would be times to come in which she could let Caitlyn start all over again if she wanted, but she would let it be Caitlyn’s decision.