“Now let’s see here,” May mumbled, opening up the box, “what do we have in here?” A young woman around the age of 23 was in her small apartment, going through a box she’d recently acquired from a storage unit she won. The unit’s owner had skipped town one day and the proprietor of the unit yard decided to sell of the contents as a result.
The unit, bizarrely enough, only had one cardboard box in it, so May won it easily without much effort. “Let’s hope there’s some valuables in here,” she cheerfully said as she popped open the lid. However, one quick look inside and a huge frown crossed her face.
The entire box was full of perfectly preserved cigars. Either wrapped in plastic or in small cases, the box held nothing but that and one single silver lighter. “Well that’s a bust,” she mumbled sadly, playing with a part of her dark brown ponytail that went down her chest, “I was hopin’ for somethin’ good. Maybe something to sell… I guess cigars maybe worth somethin’…”
May stared at the contents a bit longer and she shrugged. Eh, she thought, pulling out the lighter and one of the cigars, why not? It’s not like this place has rules against smoking or something. Plus, I already paid, like, twenty bucks for this stuff. Might as well give one a try before I get rid of them.
She unwrapped the cigar and lit it up. The smell of it was sharp and powerful, sending tingles down her spine almost the instant the first bit of smoke arose drifted from it. Her body shivered and she licked her lips as she gazed at it. Man, she thought, that smells real good… I wonder how it tastes though?
Without another moment’s thought, she put the cigar into her mouth and breathed it in. The taste of it wasn’t disgusting or gross in a way that would want her to gag, like the time she was pressured into trying a cigarette. It was surprising good… amazing even.
A smile crossed her face as she pulled out the cigar, holding it between two of her fingers. She slowly blew out a small puff of smoke between her puckered out lips. Doing so, her lips grew larger and thicker, as if they were just given a collagen injection, until they always looked as if she was pouting them. Following that, a fresh coat of dark, cherry red lipstick and gloss appeared over her lips as well, making them look irresistible.
“Mmmmmmm,” she moaned out, “That was good. Really good.” She brought the cigar back up to her lips, her fingernails on her hand now two inches long and covered in red nail polish. She noticed this right away when the cigar was back in, carefully looking between that and her other hand, which sported not only had longer fingernails, but a gold bangle as well.
She took another deep hit off the cigar and blew out the smoke, her eyes remaining focused on the hand with the bangle. She spoke in an airy, but mature voice that reeked of high-society and glamour, “So beautiful.”
When she puffed out that bit of smoke, her face radically started shifting and changing. Her cheekbones rose up significantly while laugh lines appeared around her lips, along with a small beauty mark just below them. Her nose shrank a bit in size and her eyelashes grew longer, giving a luscious flutter every time she blinked. Heavy dark purple eyeshadow appeared on her eyelids as well, along with just a touch of blush on her cheeks. All of this made her appearance older, but also rather refined and elegant.
“This cigar is delightful,” she purred, licking her luscious lips as she looked over the object, “I wonder what brand this is? I must simply share it with my friends when I see them again. I’m sure they would love one.”
She took another hit off of it and puffed out the smoke once more, more changes quickly befalling her. Her white t-shirt and gray shorts suddenly merged together into one piece, her leg holes merging into one large hole. The material of clothing turned soft and silky as the pockets and zipper in her bottom half dress disappeared. The color of her new thigh-high dress turned to a rather lovely shade of pink and the sleeves shrank back up into the dress.
May licked her lips again, her lipstick staying firmly on despite that. “Oh this cigar is simply to die for,” she cooed, taking another puff from it, “I don’t know why I never started smoking before…”
She breathed in the smoke through her nostrils, her brain growing fuzzier as she did. Her long dark brown hair began to lighten up slowly this time, moving to a nice chestnut shade. Her hair also turned much thicker and denser, like more of it suddenly had grown out of her head. It also subtly shrank back up her until it was around neck height, her ponytail coming undone.
She suddenly stood up from her sofa and started walking towards her bedroom. “You know what,” she said out loud, taking another puff from her cigar, “I feel like getting out tonight and hitting the scene. I’m sure I’ll find some handsome gentleman who’d like to buy a lovely woman such as myself a drink.”
Cigar smoke fluttered through her house as she walked about, also floating around her body and continually causing it to expand and change. Her dark brown tennis shoes shot up and morphed into glittery, dazzling three-inch red high heels. She began unconsciously throwing a sway into her movement, her hips and thighs thickening by a lot. They stretched her dress as it grew down to her knees, the neckline of it plunging deeply to show off some cleavage of hers.
She stepped into her bedroom and glanced around. “Hmmm,” she pondered out loud, taking a deep inhale of her cigar and blowing tons of smoke into the room on the exhale, “My purse isn’t here… must be over on the counter in the kitchen then.”
She spun around and started strutting back the way she came, her sway growing more exaggerated the bigger and wider her hips grew. Her butt really started stretching the limits of her new light red dress considerably, almost perfectly pulling around and over it like it was made of spandex. Speaking of form fitting, her dress started sticking to her body like glue in certain areas, showing off every curve she had or was developing. Her hips, her tucked in tummy, her pushed-in waist, and her breasts, which slowly pumped up from B to C as she strutted along; were all perfectly highlighted by her outfit.
She strutted into the living room, the look of it far more upscale now with elegant paintings, fancy carpeting, high-end furniture that cost a fortune, and plenty of other trinkets as well. She paid the new additions and changes no mind as she drew closer to the kitchen, taking another puff as she did. Her hair color turned to a blazing, vibrant red, the texture of it becoming slightly puffy. Her hair pulled all the way up her head and swirled up into a thick, shimmering beehive hairstyle. With all of her hair up, her ears were fully exposed and revealed large, thick pink hoop earrings.
She eventually came into the kitchen and found her black hand purse. Checking it, there was her cellphone, keys, money, condoms, and even a few cigars and another lighter as well. Everything she would need in order to have a good and fulfilling night for sure.
“That’s everything then,” she breathlessly spoke, puffing out some more smoke, “I think it’s time to hit the club and mingle with the people.” A lovely necklace appeared around her neck that would draw the eye to it… along with her own vast cleavage.
As her breasts swelled to a firm DD-cup, Marilyn took the deepest drag on her cigar yet. She let the smoke sit within her lungs for a bit more than usual, her own body tingling as her hips swelled more than before and her thighs became so thick and tender that they naturally rubbed against one another. She eventually exhaled and let the smoke flood more into her apartment.
Releasing it all pushed the rest of her transformation hard. Her breasts jumped up several cup sizes until they weighed in at F-cups, really filling out her dress like mad. Her dress grew down to almost her ankles and became bright red with a shimmer to it whenever the light fell upon it. The straps holding her dress up vanished and a nearly invisible zipper appeared in the back, allowing her to actually get out of her gown when she was ready for some “personal” time when she found the right young sweetheart to take her home.
With that, Marilyn was complete. A stunning, glam goddess standing in an equally glamorous apartment had taken the place of a weak, smaller woman that once resided there. Not that she would complain mind you. She was quite happy with the results, just simply going along with the flow of everything that happened.
With herself completely perfect and dazzling now, she left the apartment and ventured out to have some fun. Maybe she would call some of her old friends and share her cigars with them. Her special treats would be an absolute hit for sure.