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This is another of what I normally call a peep behind the curtain. But this one is more like opening the front door and getting comfortable on the sofa- just a heads up- watch out for the items of discarded clothing, a number of greasy pizza boxes, empty beer cans, dropped cigarette butts, and maybe a thick layer of ash that will have settled on the spare seat.
This story goes deeply into darkside territories of both nicotine and alcohol abuse fetishes and lurks far below in the burrows, as such those who like their smokers and drinkers artistically light and fluffy, please disembark the journey now. There is no sugar coating this one, the story deals with the side effects of a young woman who is very much dependent on lots of alcohol and nicotine to get through her day.
This is also a long form story which gives us all an opportunity to get a detailed taste of gritty texture and smokey flavour into the background of how this girl became an overweight, heavy drinker, and chain smoker. The information will cover the effects on those around her, by becoming this person.
The story has been provided to me by a lurking Redditor, she kindly went into her story in quite some detail. As there is so much information about her in here, she understandably wants to try to remain as anonymous as possible.
As mentioned above, I will also say again that it is considerably longer than my usual profiles, as such we’ve split the story into several chapters. Please enjoy the story responsibly!
The Fat, Drunk, Chain Smoker
Part 1 The Early Years
Natalie currently lives in Germany. She has a very European background. She was born in Austria, to a Romanian mum and Polish dad and has one younger sister. Natalie claims to currently smoke well over fifty cigarettes a day.
She is currently thirty years old, with black hair, C cup chest and is 1,67 m (5ft 7″) tall. She describes herself as also having thick thighs, big ass, and a large belly. She is not married but has a long term boyfriend.
Her smoking story begins early. At the age of three, the family uprooted from Austria and moved to Germany. The first of many disruptions to normality in her life. She then grew up in a small four room flat. There was a large kitchen-diner- living room, a bathroom, one large bedroom for her parents and she had to share the second smaller bedroom with her sister.
Confined in such a compact flat there was no escaping the fact that both her parents were heavy smokers. In the evenings the air of the flat was always thick with the haze of their smoke. They both smoked everywhere. A trail of grey smoke and subsequent hanging haze filled the rooms from their cigarettes that continuously followed them around, as such there were ashtrays found in every room. For her formative years growing up Natalie was used to a very smokey household.
From spending time looking at old photos and from what her mom said that she continued to smoke throughout her pregnancies of Natalie and her sister. Also, during that time, she was not afraid to have a couple occasional alcoholic drinks.
At this time her dad who worked long hours in the construction industry and was drinking every day his much needed after work beers. Her mum also worked in the equally stressful environment of elderly care. They both used cigarettes and alcohol to relax and unwind, they were a much-needed necessity in their hectic lives.
This was made even more evident when Natalie was around the age of seven. The second major life changing disruption. Her parents had a divorce. Her dad had an affair with another woman, and he was the one to leave the flat. Other than the odd birthday card, she has never really had a relationship with her dad since.
For Natalie, her mum, and sister their lives had been dramatically changed. Everything that had been a happy routine was rocked. The normality of life had vanished in a puff of smoke. She can remember that whole period being an extremely tough time on them all. The added layers of stress meant that her mum just smoked even more. It was also around this time that in the evenings even Natalie noticed that she had started to drink a little more often too.
Due to her dad leaving their life and taking his income with him, that hindered the funding of the basics like food for the three women, let alone supporting her mum’s smoking habit. This meant that there was a problem. They were now very short on money, and due to the stress of the situation her mum found that she really needed to smoke more. Which meant the one thing they could not cut back on was alcohol and tobacco. She wasn’t going to quit however much that cost, so she switched to making her own cigarettes. This meant she was now bulk buying huge boxes of tobacco, which was mostly Winston Red and then using a cigarette making machine.
For Natalie this was an interesting contraption that had arrived bursa escort on the kitchen table. She was curious to watch her mum with a cigarette dangling between her lips, repetitively churning out her new cigarettes one after another.
After a while her mum also found a way, potentially through her own laziness, or as a way to entertain and keep quiet her ever curious daughter. As such Natalie was soon taught how to use the machine to make the cigarettes. Looking back, she can remember how often they sat together at the dining table, with her mum always smoking, as Natalie or her sister churned out what seemed like a hundred or so cigarettes at a time already for the next day.
For Natalie, working away making the lightweight white cylinders, as such it didn’t take long for her own personal curiosity to grow. Every evening sitting there, after getting bored watching television, making cigarettes. She was then watching her mum enjoy smoking the cigarettes that she had made. From her own eyes she could see how much her mom seemed to get so much pleasure from them. There was an obvious moment of relief that clearly lifted with every drag her mum took. Even for her it was also evident that she was smoking a lot. For Natalie, the enjoyment was a simple way to explain the reason behind why her mum was smoking nearly all the time. No one had explained and at that time she certainly did not understand the power of addiction.
Around ten years old Natalie’s life changed course forever. She couldn’t hold out any longer. Sitting there what seemed like night after night as cheap ‘slave labour’ making all her mum’s cigarettes and thinking that she was getting nothing in return. Around this time her own personal interest got the better of her. She started at first by taking the low hanging fruit on offer. Natalie would steal one or two of the half-smoked cigarettes that littered the ashtrays in every room. She knew that absolutely no one would notice. Also, as the flat continuously reeked of smoke, for Natalie it was all too easy to sneak into the bathroom and smoke in there. Her mum did all the time. She took her lit cigarettes everywhere with her.
Natalie knew at least she could be in the bathroom alone with the door locked. She completed the first hurdle. Lighting her first ever cigarette, however the experience was a complete disappointment. Natalie truly hated how bitter and harsh the smoke tasted. It was, if anything, extremely vile. However, she was not put off. She is rather stubborn and was not to be defeated. As such things improved with the second cigarette she tried, something had twigged for Natalie, she had worked out how to inhale the smoke. The only issue she found with the process was a couple of tiny little coughs and then having the urge to spit. There was no need to throw up or feel green or have a nicotine induced headache. She believes that got off lightly compared to others trying a cigarette for the first time. She thinks that this happened because her lungs were so used to a decade of continuously breathing in tonnes of second-hand smoke. So much so that inhaling the smoke directly for the first time wasn’t difficult and that her lungs, whilst initially surprised, actually didn’t mind it.
With the fresh smoke flowing in, the electrical feeling of the nicotine buzz hit her, and from then on, she truly enjoyed the feeling of smoking. She now knew the very reason why her mum smoked so much. Each drag on a cigarette provided a really nice, delightful sensation.
The next day chatting to her friend at school about what she was doing, meant that in true teenage style, it didn’t take them long until they were egging each other on. The idea of smoking more. They soon both started to steal a few more cigarettes at a time from their mums.
For a little bit she had a routine. She was only smoking after school – one whole cigarette once home, and then a few stolen half smoked from an ashtray later in the day hiding in the bathroom or her room.
Predictably over time Natalie quickly started to find ever more excuses to smoke. There was a thrill with every light up. Which was matched by the nagging feeling that just one more drag was needed. She had a distinct advantage. As her mum and her sat there every evening after work and made “hundreds” of cigarettes there were stacks of them, as such she never kept track of how many she made or for that matter smoked. As she was not opening fresh packs each time. For Natalie it was easy when her mum was at work or out running errands for her to sit there quietly and use the machine to make some cigarettes all for herself.
At the age of thirteen, Natalie noticed something had happened to her. There had been a subtle change over the weeks. It dawned on her what they were saying in school that would happen if you smoked, had. The stories were all very true. The jigsaw puzzle of life clicked into place. Just like her mum, she was now very much bursa escort bayan addicted to nicotine. Everyday Natalie actually had to smoke, there was no negotiation, or a decision to miss it. Smoking had to happen. Something she had tried to convince herself that she would be different, no way would she get addicted to these things. Smoking after all, was all just a bit of fun with her friends after school. Something that was just really cool. Unfortunately, even though her smoking style was cool, the process of addiction had very much occurred.
This made the situation regarding her smoking habit naturally have to change. She could no longer last all day and get all the way until 4pm to finally light up and smoke three or four cigarettes. Eight hours was just far too long. Even the idea of waiting all day was incredibly tough. Natalie determined that to get herself through the school day she just had to smoke a cigarette beforehand. Natalie had over the weeks and months smoked herself in the predicament that couldn’t survive the day without smoking a cigarette. She just had to light up more often.
There was trouble on the days that she accidentally slept in or forgot to set the alarm. Natalie would spend the day getting itchier and increasingly agitated as the day went on. Her body was screaming out for a cigarette. The process of waiting for time to pass to get home to light up was now just taking far too long. Afternoon lessons were extremely bad, as with her mind thinking about the delights of smoking, there was a genuine struggle to focus on schoolwork. There was another side effect of not having her sneaky morning smoke, or even on some days having smoked the cigarette, she soon wanted a second, a third midafternoon was a wish – This meant that she had again morphed- this time to become a real “grizzly teenage bitch”.
It was around this time that her mum stumbled on to the fact that Natalie was smoking. She was then promptly given a little lecture on how bad smoking is for her. Her mum very quickly followed the negativity up with a “however” and a contemplative face. She then said that she was of course smoking and very much needed her cigarettes and definitely knew how difficult it was to quit. She highlighted as she lit her next cigarette, that she was probably a bad role model, and starting smoking and then getting addicted wasn’t really Natalie’s fault.
It was fate, her mum knew that she now couldn’t stop Natalie smoking because she certainly couldn’t stop herself. She knew the amount Natalie was smoking, and it was too late for that. Her mum then told the story of how when she was a teenager that she herself had to always find ways to smoke. For her she was in a difficult position as her parents really didn’t allow her to smoke. Her mum claimed that Natalie should feel relieved that she will let her smoke.
Natalie took that to heart, she did feel as if she was now liberated, there was a huge weight off her shoulders, she could go out into the world with two vital things. Permission to smoke as and when she pleased, and plentiful supply of cigarettes from her mum to enable her to smoke. There was no more sneaking around hiding in the bathroom or her bedroom.
There was another small change. As Natalie could freely leave the house with her now much needed cigarettes securely in her school bag, she quickly found that when she lit up, several other friends from her peer group were also experimenting with smoking. She was not alone with her blooming nicotine addiction.
This meant that during break times at school, almost religiously Natalie popped out with them for a smoke. Not only was it smoking through need, having a cigarette between her fingers was part of her image. She liked the image of herself that smoking had created. She now projected that she was a very “bad girl”.
Natsy had also transformed from the nicotine deprived “teenage grizzly bitch” with the thanks in part to puberty into the equally nasty nicotine fuelled with additional teenager hormonal power to create the upgraded supercharged equally unpleasant- “teenage fucking obnoxious bitch”. Actively setting out every day with a cigarette lit and between her fingers along with a stream of smoke pouring from her lips to do her best to ‘fuck the rules’.
Natalie soon discovered that for all the fun and excitement she got from her new habit she had found one of the downsides of enjoying smoking a lot of cigarettes throughout the day. That was the creation of large volumes of saliva in her mouth and throat. A known problem where the nicotine actively creates the mucus within the mouth. As such, spitting while smoking became another regular ‘disgusting’ habit of hers.
It was the perfect scenario; smoking a lot of cigarettes cemented and framed her “bad girl” image amongst her peers. She was now showing off, whilst hanging around with the equally bad teens.
Her daily routine on a escort bayan school day was focused on taking every opportunity she could find, and even ones she shouldn’t have, to sneak into the toilets or hide behind the gym or later on in the day she could be found around the back of the bus station having a quick smoke. She was quickly leaving a trail of squashed cigarette butts and gooey sticky puddles of coughed up phlegm everywhere she went.
At that time, she was weighing in around 75 kg/165 lb, she was not slim nor particularly fat. Natalie had to keep her “bad girl look” going. To ensure this her fashion choice of the era was short crop tops and squeezing herself into tightest of tight low waist jeans. Her thong underwear riding high up her back whilst the other consequence of revealing her flesh was showing off her stomach even in the depths of mid-winter. Definitely was not trying to be remotely a sensible girl by wearing a warm coat. Image was everything for the teenage Natalie. Wearing a coat didn’t look right when your whole persona is to break the rules and be that “bad girl.”
To fit in with the bad girl on the “wrong side of the tracks”, she started to collect tattoos. Her friend at the time Kimberly helped her out with that. She was in the year above. For Natalie she was a smoking bitchy role model. They used to hang out together, until Kimberly took her bad girl image to the limit’s and got pregnant then had to quit school. They didn’t manage to keep up the friendship after that.
Natalie has currently got three tattoos, one of a snake on her leg, a heart on her left arm and a tribal pattern as a large “tramp stamp” across her lower back. Then to highlight her bulging belly gaping between her crop tops, she also had a belly button piercing.
As she was smoking a lot, due to the obvious laws, she had to spend a lot of time standing outdoors to smoke. As she was enjoying the nicotine, she was perpetually getting very cold and equally wet. Strutting herself trying to look the part outside hurriedly enjoying a cigarette, she was forever catching every cold/chest infection going. Every single one. Because of that and her image, instead of using a handkerchief or sensibly swallowing mucus down that she coughed up, she was hocking and snorting her phlegm everywhere. Just like the boys and some older girls of her “crew” did. Because of those actions she got respect from them. There was a thrill and buzz that the feedback provided, she loved – especially the disgusting looks she got from adults as she exhaled her smoke then before they disappeared loudly hocked and spat in front of them.
Her older friends like Kimberly had also got her to dabble in trying some weed and also alcohol. For Natalie, drinking and illegal drugs was a perfect fit of her bad girl image. She found that she loved both drink and weed.
By the time Natalie was seventeen she found it was often the case that one of the boys had bought a bottle of something alcoholic that they shared after school or even on “special” occasions on the way into school. She wasn’t drinking that heavily that she would come home blasted drunk, but she was forever chasing the buzz. Her mum never noticed quite how relaxed and giggly Natalie was, as she worked so hard and long. Natalie had the freedom to do what she wanted, she was also forever trying to disguise the smells with chewing gum and perfume that she hoped would help hide some of the aroma of her habits.
Natalie also loved to party on the weekends, getting drunk and stoned and importantly for her smoking the whole time, the whole experience was all amazing fun.
It was around this time that she was also extremely influential in bringing her younger sister into the social group and therefore getting her into enjoying the whole smoking process too.
Smoking both at home and school she found that she had started lighting up more and more. Natalie guesses that by the age of sixteen she was easily lighting up around a pack a day. From there her rate only ever increased.
There was another downside of being the “bad girl”. Although she was having fun at the time, through her non curricular antic’s she barely managed to finish her schooling, Natalie got so far behind that she ended up repeating one year. All because she was far too busy having fun smoking, drinking and also chasing boys. This all meant that there was so little spare time available for actual schooling during the day. As Natalie had other better, exciting priorities. So much so that she ended up missing a lot of important lessons. For her there were just so many other things for teenage Natalie to be doing. As at the time she was far more focused on older boys and parties at the weekend, than her schoolwork. Eventually she got there though.
One bit of good luck on finally leaving school was that with thanks to a friend of her mom’s, she got the chance to start training as a secretary for a car sales company. This created its own problems. With her own cash she started to live her own life, no longer managed by her mum. This now meant that she was working during the week but enjoying the freedom and definitely being a party animal on the weekends.
The Fat, Drunk, Chain Smoker Part 2 – Adulting
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