Darkside

The woman was smoking and was apparently overweight although she’d carefully picked her makeup and clothing to make her look as attractive as possible. A low cut blouse emphasizing her cleavage, leggings that emphasized her butt while attempting to compensate for the fat in her thighs and the droop of her belly. She finishes the cigarette and stubs it out into the overflowing ashtray next to the bed. Dead butts and old ash lie on the bedside table.

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I collect the pack of cigarettes and waddle to the shower stopping at the toilet for a rest, 3 cigarettes, and a badly needed bathroom break. Then I settle myself on my shower chair – much to my humiliation I needed to get the one with a higher weight limit, and I go to work cleaning myself. The humidity of the shower gets into my lungs, gluing already restricted air passages shut. It’s hard to breath, and harder to smoke. And I need to smoke, I can’t just… not smoke.

“Yes, I guess you’re right, Mitzi. I certainly can’t complain,” saidSarah. “Hey! Let’s have a little contest and see if we can fuck up ourlungs some more. We should be able to cause some heavy-duty lungdamage in a relatively short period of time.” “To have one of your mother’slungs inside of you must be the most amazing feeling possible. You area very lucky young lady. My lungs can’t compare to Lori’s.”

The Yellowed Girls Chapter 7 – Just another morning

Shebreathed the oxygen in deeply, exhaled slowly, and took a long, deepdrag from her Kool. She felt the smoke trying to work its way into herextremely damaged air sacs which were starting to crystalize fromyears of bombardment with the menthol from her beloved Kools. Mitzihad finally reached the point where the oxygen hardly made adifference anymore.

She thought for just a moment and then lit one of https://p1nup.in/ the Black Menthols. Her sense of taste wasn’t what it once was but they were pretty good. As she took a drag off the cigarette she thought about the guy behind the counter. To bad no man would date her because she smoked so much. Alice took a drag and pulled open the door exhaling a cloud of smoke. The buzz of the door made Bill glance up from his book.

There’s also another inhaler that I take once a day, which opens up my lungs for several hours. I breath some oxygen for a little bit, then it’s time to smoke a cigarette. This one is always my favorite, since my lungs are the clearest they get. It’s just as bad as the last time and it seems to go on for longer.

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• Sarah and Mitzi each broke into a huge grin as Mitzi pulled a freshcarton of Kools from her bureau drawer.
• Sarah placedthe oxygen mask over Mitzi’s face and turned on the oxygen.
• He saw her reach for her credit card and said “We’re running a promotion currently.
• “To have one of your mother’slungs inside of you must be the most amazing feeling possible. You area very lucky young lady. My lungs can’t compare to Lori’s.”
• “When can I light up?” asked Mitzi as Sarah started coughing.

Cancer will hit quick, and kill me fast. Ideally, my heart will just give out, all these years of smoking, being overweight, drinking too much… I won’t know what hit me. COPD, it’s a chronic condition you know, and it looks like a miserable way to live. Mitzi inhaled the oxygen deeply one more time and removed her mask.She then raised her Kool to her lips and took another long,cheek-hollowing drag. Once again, she forced the smoke down with alarge hit of oxygen from her tank. This was followed by yet anotherdrag from Mitzi’s beloved Kool.

• Fortunately I feel a little better than I did yesterday.
• She lit up one of her Kools and pulled thesmoke deep into her decrepit lungs.
• I look at the pack of Kools and I gasp as the anxiety overwhelms me.
• A few of them were”tame” enough to subsequently be posted at Loring Holden’s storysite.

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It’s only going to get worse, more painful, more humiliating. I’m on several medications for it but none of them work as well as my cigarettes. I take one out of the pack and study it. What the hell, it’s not like this one will make a difference, I’m going to die no matter what now. I doubt it could even be considered life extending at this point. I know from experience it won’t be long.

Smoke started escapingthrough her nostrils as she dragged again on the filterless cigarette. Sarah was about to knock on Mitzi’s door when she saw Mitzi on thefloor, on her hands and knees. Mitzi was gasping with short, wheezysounds coming from her ruined lungs. It was obvious to Sarah thatMitzi had just had another emphysema attack.

It tastes dreadful, but it’s a taste I’m used to. I take a towel I use for this purpose and spit it out, adding another stain to the antique cotton. I place the first cigarette of the day between my lips, prop myself up on my elbow and light it.

And the pain, or shortness of breath, or my horrible horrible addiction wakes me up. ” She stopped talking, partially to catch her breath, partially to kill the cigarette, and partially to wheeze out the last of the final exhale. For me, COPD worries me more than lung cancer.

He helps me to roll over onto my side then takes a moment and he collects the rest of my pillows. He helps me up, helps me to prop my old body, crippled by fat and ruined lungs up with the pillows so now I’m facing him and lying on my back at about a 30 degree angle. My chest heaving, sagging tits shifting over my flabby belly. My scrabbling hand finds my rescue inhaler.

Phlegm rumbles in my chest but nothing comes up. A moment later I feel more oxygen blowing into my nicotine stained nostrils. He hands me an old towel and I wipe the cold phlegm off my breasts. As I breathlessly gasp, feeling the rich smoky poison laying down an extra layer of tar in my lungs I feel his fingers, still coated with my lung butter, enter my vagina. I moan, my eyes closed to enjoy the sensation, and smoke escapes my lips.

Large fat breasts droop over my wide sagging belly, nipples pointed towards the ground. Stretch marks cover my pale skin, my eyes and mouth are wrinkled, teeth stained yellow, as are the nostrils that are being fed the extra oxygen that helps my ravaged lungs persist. I light another cigarette, and force my ruined lungs to double pump as hard on the cigarette as I can. I’m wheezing now, and I remove the cigarette to try and get more air into my lungs. I place the cigarette between my lips and take a drag. Just a normal one, I need the nicotine to relax.

Her body desperately needed more oxygen. Mitzi weaklylifted the filter of her Kool to her lips and dragged with all theforce she could muster. Without releasing any of the smoke from herragged lungs, she dragged again and inhaled deeply. I displayed the green and black box holding her Marlboro NXTs. She used her inhaler, breathed hard for about a minute, and then reached for the box. She cracked her window, ripped open the pack, and took out one of the cigarettes.

Thecigarette in her neck was nearing its end. She plugged her nose,closed her mouth and inhaled as deeply as she could through theopening in her trachea. Her incredible chest expanded as Sarah’s lungsmade a series of popping and wheezing sounds. The tip of the cigaretteglowed brightly as the remaining ash burned down and fell off ontoSarah’s robe. There was nothing left but a dark brown, tar-stainedMarlboro filter sticking out of Sarah’s neck.