An Alternative Universe

An Alternative Universe

This story is strange and perverse there is no getting away from it. I do not apologize for it as its being driven by the protagonists' internal desires and whims.

As with several Bazzle stories there are various themes- smoking, drinking, and wetting. Some of the smoking and lifestyle choice are "darkside". Many of the actions that people will dislike. I am sorry.

It is also long. So, for that I do apologize.

But I hope there is enough exciting stuff in it for some to enjoy.

Feed back is appreciated but not expected.

B

Chapter 1

A few years ago, whilst in my last year at college, I met and dated this rather stunning girl called Tina. We used to hang out and party quite a bit at the weekends, even going to the cinema a couple of times mid-week. On our rather frequent weekend social occasions she would when she had drunk enough, she would smoke the odd cigarette or two for me.

She would class herself as a social smoker. As smoking was my kink, I liked pretty girls who smoked, and somehow, she knew it. She said she could tell by both my eyes and my cock. When she was nicely lubricated on a Friday or Saturday night, just for her own teasing pleasure, she played and tormented me with smoke from her mouth.

She shared a flat in town with her cousin Amy who again was equally easy on the eye. You could tell both girls had similar ancestry. Tina was brunet and Amy a natural blonde. They were chalk and cheese, yet somehow similar in temperament, they survived by living together as housemates. After a while of getting to know them a little and as I said I was dating Tina for a few months or so and for those couple of months life was fun, and we had a very intimate time. But with all relationships it's a balance of taking the smooth with the rough, and with those two it was certainly a rocky relationship.

Likewise, as Amy and Tina were living together, shared a grandfather and were relatives of similar age, they behaved as if there were sisters as they were always bickering and fighting each other. They had that delightful love hate relationship. So, at the weekends when I was around their flat the air was always filled with tension.

For reasons unknown my relationship at that time with Tina didn't last long it sort of fizzled out. I think my social group drifted to different bars, looming exams it all meant we never met up in the evenings. It could also have been on one of the holidays from college we never properly met up again afterwards. After all this time I cannot really put a finger on it. But all said and done, we drifted apart and effectively split up. We could say we remained "friends" as we never fell out, but then we could not fall out, as we never saw each other again.

Even though I was romantically involved with Tina, I had however always appreciated the attractiveness of both cousins, as a red-blooded male, it was difficult not to. As such I had always enjoyed watching both girls when rather relaxed on a Saturday night looked absolutely stunning with a cigarette between their rather beautiful hands and lips. I also got to see both girls in various stages of undress on the Sunday morning. Neither of the girls were prudish with their bodies. Amy would walk around their flat in just her tiny knickers. She really did not care. They were extremely comfortable with me being around them. Meant I got to see more than I should. That was always good fun. It was almost two for the price of one. If I had been paying.

They came from a small town and had very conservative families. The fact that they drank and when they were out drinking, they also smoked, it was either kept quiet about but was certainly frowned upon. Deep down they believed themselves to be rebels. But overtly, they were good girls. They were not the sort of girls when out getting drunk to where extremely short miniskirts and braless boob tubes. They dressed appropriately, but always had the hint of the tease.

The thing is, as time moved on, I never really managed to find a girlfriend afterwards. My parents, especially my mom kept asking me to date my work mates. Who I admit are rather sexy, especially Molly, she is stunning. But for reasons I have yet to put a finger on, I never really found the opportunity?

***

That is the background. Now we roll forward five years, I've graduated with a good degree and got a great high paying job. I was really lucky. I was slowly working my way up the management chain, by working hard and earning good money in a very good job. Life was fun. Money to spend on things I like. I could go away at the weekends or buy whatever I liked. Managed to save a deposit on a nice flat, with a bit help from my mom. Single life suited me.

That all changed the other evening, as I was driving home from work. It was late enough to be dusky but too early to be the dark of night. It was late spring, and I had been working far too late and was as much stressed as I was tired. I was changing the radio station over to a bit of rock to try and wake myself up as the banal chat was annoying me. Out of the corner of my eye I clocked something moving from the pavement into the middle of the road. My reflexes kicked in I put the brakes on fast and skidded to a stop. With my heart beating hard, I believed that I had just run over a dog that darted in front of my car.

As I am a caring sort of chap who rather like dogs, I stopped to check if it was ok. There was a little dog standing in the middle of the road, its long black leash trailing behind it. The cute animal's tail was wagging excitedly. I was just grateful it wasn't a busy road. I got out of the car rushed over and grabbed its leash and stroked it a couple of times, I have no idea what type of dog it was, with its large member I could tell it was male, and that it was all white except for its black nose and golden tip to its tail. I was about to call the phone number on the name tag when on the pavement beside me an old grey-haired lady with a red scarf over her head wearing a dark grey over coat slowly shuffled out of the shadows and almost painfully slowly came around the corner purposefully putting her walking stick with a thud on the ground each time in front of her.

"Oh, thank you my dear" she wheezed "for so much for stopping and saving him." She slowly took a deep breath "He just got away from me when we were coming back from our afternoon walk." She wheezed "What's your name?" She gently whispered, as her lips moved it revealed that she only had three brown, very wonky front teeth

"My name is Pete, and yours?" I was polite enough to introduce myself as my heart continued thumping.

"My name is Gloria." She rasped again "I'm just very grateful for saving my dog, I'm not a quick as I once was can never keep up with him." Her lungs rattled "Please; let me make it so, for you." She said, as her warm wrinkled delicate fingers decorated with gold bands around her narrow digits grabbed my arm. As she did, the world stopped the air disappeared. The road noise, even the yapping dog went quiet, the birds stopped tweeting. I could almost not breath.

There in front of me was an end of terrace house. Projected on the gable end for everyone around us to see where flashes of all my sexual fantasies. They were the images from deep within my brain. I was shocked. There was a far larger Tina, there was no getting away that she was rather fat. In a very small ill-fitting dress was squatting in the middle of the road jetting pee out from within hem of the dress, creating a puddle of urine across the street. Tina surprisingly had a burning cigarette between her fingers waving it around before bouncing swinging her breasts from side to side. As she finished, she jolted so vigorously and with such instability to dry off her wet crotch that in a fit of drunken giggles her huge breasts, clearly not contained within a bra, then popped out of her top. She did not care that they were jiggling around as she staggered on down the street.

She was about to grab my hand and the scene jumped. She was now on top of the bed, she was sitting with her chubby legs wide apart and with her cheeky grin she was teasing me- whilst smoking a cigarette. Her large cloud of exhales almost continuously bathing me in her thick smoke. It was a delightful vision. I was watching on from the other end of the bed as her chubby fingers of her other hand with bright red fingernails were busy disappearing in the darkness as she was clearly playing with herself. You could see her sweat and vagina juices glistening on her fingers, thighs, and crotch. She was seriously wet and inviting. As such I could see I was extremely erect. Before I could move forward to take advantage of the situation, the image on the wall then changed to her giving me a rather delightful looking smoking blow job.

Her deliciously large sagging breasts hanging down, swinging side to side like mesmerizing huge pendulums occasionally slapping against her chubby arms and against her equally large hanging belly. She crouched like a tiger ready to pounce at the end of the bed as her smoke-filled mouth consumed my whole shaft before releasing and continuing to exhale. My eyes watched as her hand slid up and down my glistening shaft. She regularly and teasingly paused consuming my member, to take ever deeper drags on her cigarette. I was mesmerized watching as she continuously and slowly exhaled the smoke all over me.

Before she again focused on devouring her cigarette, suddenly a surprise appeared. Amy, her cousin, who was now equally large and equally naked shuffled into view on the bed. She took a drag on her cigarette and subsequently joined in, as she passionately kissed her cousin on the lips, dragged on her cigarette and then put her smokey mouth over my shaft and exhaled before clasping her lips over me. I was shocked watching this amazing porno on the large wall. It was both embarrassing as it involved me and was equally enjoyable. I just wish all the scenes had actually happened.

But I know they never actually happened. I was standing there watching my dream threesome. I knew some of these images where a mixture of part memories from a few years ago, and some were definitely more recent dreams and desires. I forgot I was in public. I don't know how long that lasted, me staring at that brick wall. The whole process was scary yet pleasurable. Gloria and I could have been standing there for seconds or hours t when the wall finally went blank. I was standing there with very much a hard on pushing at my trousers looking at an extremely ugly and very old lady. All I could do was move my lips.

"No, wow, thank you, really, don't worry about it...I like dogs" I stuttered words tripping off my tongue, I was genuinely confused as to what was going on.

She threw her head back, her wrinkled skin deepened as she cackled "Its fine- too late," she wheezed, "It's already done... and thank you!" She smiled what were left of her brown teeth, then rasped again as in my state of confusion I automatically handed her the leash and with my feet frozen to the floor she nodded and then the dog pulled again and slowly shuffled off with the dog pulling her along, it was trying to go at a rate of knots faster than she could shuffle.

I was standing there my brain jumbled and a little scared, not knowing where to move. I kept checking the wall. It was still blank. Over the next few minutes. Standing there on my own, breathing deeply, my heart rate slowly calmed down enough that I slowly got back in my car and rearranging my crotch in the seat.

I then sat there for what could have been ten minutes. My heart was thumping hard. I was trying to process everything. It took a while for my heartbeat and breathing rate to back to normal. I then ensured that I had both eyes on the road and both hands almost glued to the steering wheel as I slowly set off towards my home in a daze. I was driving overly carefully. I really did not want to nearly run over another dog.

My bewilderment of the crazy situation was not further helped as I was driving along, my cell phone started buzzing. I briefly looked across at the phone on its holder on the dash, and to great surprise the screen said Tina. I dithered about picking up my finger hovering over the green button. It was too much of a coincidence? I took a deep breath, then as I was being ultra-cautious, I pulled over and finally took the call.

It was as if we had never been apart. She was talking as if we had spoken this morning as such, I was surprised that she was reminding me that I had agreed to her to dinner in an hours' time. This was the first of many great shocks. But as I knew I had nothing else to do, I joke with her that organising my odd socks in the drawer could wait for another day. She cackled a deep laugh, and I readily agreed.

"Don't forget on your way over can you pick me up a pack of cigs, I'm almost out." She asked to with her almost purring voice.

Again, I was confused, 'I must have heard her wrong' I thought, it was Thursday and not yet the weekend, but readily agreed. Still, I dutifully decided to stop at the corner shop and buy her a pack of Newports, the brand I knew that she only very occasionally smoked when she was out drinking.

Chapter 2

I was all of a dither, rushing my shower then trying to shave my face, and just about managed to not cut myself trying to make myself presentable. This was my first date in like years. I know everyone says never go back. But surely, she was worth it?

I thought about getting a cab, but time was getting on, almost far too quickly. So, I got back in the car and on autopilot found her place. It had been ages since I had been there. The full five years. Again, I was confused. They really should have graduated and moved on. But no, they were still at the student house. Everything was wrong. Why are they still here?

I parked up a few yards down from the front door and looked back at the building. I had gone in so many times. I was older that was for sure, but the building looked identical. It had not changed in the five years. I sat there and debated with myself about going to the door and inviting myself in. But nerves got the better of me. I called her on the phone telling her that I was ready outside to drive her to the restaurant. I am sure I heard the click of what sounded like a lighter, and I heard Amy's voice in the background.

As with everything that day, to my disbelief again they both Amy and Tina came out the front door. I had a double take; they were very different since I last saw them. First, I saw the brunette hair of Tina emerge exhaling a huge cloud of smoke, which was surprising followed by the blonde Amy, who once she had pulled the door too, took a massive drag on a cigarette before also blowing a cloud of smoke.

Imagine my astonishment when what I have always thought of as two rather gorgeous slim women. But before me where now the polar opposite. They were two rather large, chunky girls, but still with recognizable features of their slim past. Their noses, and chins. Tina opened the passenger side of the car, and shuffled in, and unprompted leaned forward, I could not help but glance towards her low-cut top, you could not see far as it just a skin shelf of her huge breasts. Then, to my honest surprise, she gave me a rather delightful, big smoke-filled kiss on the lips. Then the good girl inside her, wound down her window while taking another drag off her cigarette. I clocked that Tina was wearing an equally incredibly very short skirt. Amy then coughed and groaned as she jumped in the back of the car. I could be rude and say the car rocked as she got in.

"Amy wants to know if we can drop her off at the corner shop down the road. She needs snacks and drinks for tonight. She has an exam tomorrow and will be pulling an all-nighter!" Tina announced. Amy wasn't even speaking, just sitting there taking short repetitive frantic inhales and subsequent exhales on her cigarette quickly filling the back of the car with smoke.

"Ok, sure" I said, somewhat weirded out. I didn't know if I should be aroused or concerned.

"My finally mom just sent me some money for the smokes. Thank God for that. I already spent my cigarette budget for the week and its only Thursday." Amy eventually said nervously, smoke punctuating her every word. "But I need food too!" she exclaimed.

It could be argued neither of them really needed food.

Of the two of them, whilst still gorgeous Amy had always been on the chubbier side, but I could see in the rear-view mirror that like Tina she had filled out even more, she was certainly still chunkier of the two, and probably significantly heavier too. Her face was fuller her cheeks were rounded, and she had a definitive double chin. She looked even further out of shape than when I knew them. Her muffin top was now a large belly seriously hanging over the top of her short skirt. The belly seriously fighting her stretched cotton top so much so you could see her belly button.

Within the two minutes it took me to drive the short and what would have been easier walking distance to the corner shop they had dropped their finished cigarette butts out their open windows. With the car parked up Amy hacked a cough as she opened the door and slowly got out of the car I paused and watched in the wing mirror as she checked her handbag, then wiggled her hips as she tugged on her belt loops her denim skirt over her large bare buttocks only split by an impossibly small white thong which was digging into her fatty skin around her hips, the raising of skirt then and hit against her over hanging fat of her stomach, which wobbled sliding her stretched top up. She pulled it back down before she headed into the store. We waved goodbye, then I checked the road was clear and got the car in gear as Tina already had a fresh cigarette between her lips and was in the process of lighting it.

My world was spinning on its axis sitting beside who to me was a very much chubbier Tina in a short summer skirt that showed off far too much of her fat thighs and delightful low-cut top in which her breasts where squished into. She turned to me and as the smoke drifted out her nose she frowned.

"We need to go via your mom's!" She declared.

"Why?" I asked surprised and very much not sure what was going on.

"I spoke to your mom and said she found an extra pack of your Marlboros at the house, asked if we wanted to stop by and pick them up before we went to dinner." She said, blowing smoke recklessly all over the car. She clearly didn't concern herself with who her smoke bothered.

"Oh right, yes of course..." I was seriously muddled. Why is she talking to my mom?

"Are you ok?" she asked clearly noticing as was not.

"What? Yeah, why?" I replied unconvincingly. Still trying to work out why she was talking to my mother. She really had no reason to. Things were perplexing. Had she ever spoken to my mom before?

My focus instantly clicked back "Pete, what's wrong, Pete stop being strange?" She grizzled before taking yet another inhuman drag on her cigarette.

"Nothing." I replied

"You haven't even touched your beloved smokes. It's like just so weird, please cop on!" She stated, casually motioning with her cigarette, her burning hot cherry pointing down towards my lap the smoke from which crossed my face whilst scattering some ash across my car in the process.

"What?" I questioned watching as swung her hand back to her mouth and took yet another impressive lungful of smoke. I then glanced down to my lap, just where Tina had pointed and there wedged between my legs conveniently placed was a half open pack of cigarettes with ten filters all neatly lined up, a blue Bic lighter wedged beside them. Ones that I was convinced and knew had not been there just 2 minutes ago.