Easy way to quit smoking (Patreon)

"Just the last cigarette... and I'm quitting... damn... how good.."

Jason thought quietly to himself as he closed his eyes in pleasure as he sucked the nicotine smoke deeper into his lungs. His eyes were closed and he didn't want to open them.

...

Jason was well aware that as soon as he opened his eyes, he would again see that his body had changed. It wasn't the first time this had happened to him after he accidentally told a woman he didn't know that he wanted to quit smoking.

He perfectly remembered that night at the club and that conversation in a drunken stupor with this beautiful stranger. He then found it very funny when she said that she could help him quit smoking. God, how he laughed then, but pretended to believe her, just to get into her panties. Then that stranger very unpleasantly sent him off by whispering some words, looking intently into Jason's eyes.

It was then that for the first time in the club, deciding to reacquaint himself with another girl, he smoked and for the first time noticed that he had changed. Then he found himself for a few minutes in a female body, surrounded by the same drunken men, and thought that this was just some kind of drunken hallucination.

However, this was not the case. In the morning, with a hangover, dragging on a cigarette, Jason changed again. His body, strong and muscular, turned into a woman's fragile and weak, and this time the curse had been in effect for almost half an hour.

From that moment on, Jason noticed that with each cigarette he smoked, his stay in women's bodies became longer and longer. In addition, he noticed other changes. The last time, before this cigarette, he smoked at home, in the hope that he would not change, but believing that even if he did, it would be no more than 12 hours in the female body according to his calculations and freed up time for this. However, then everything went wrong and he found out that his friend was his boyfriend. It had been an incredible effort for him to keep him out of his own apartment, given the fact that his friend somehow had the keys to the apartment and his friend believed they lived together and were a couple.

And now ... he just could not resist the desire to smoke, despite the fact that he held on for almost two weeks

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- Gulnara, what the hell?!

A male voice was heard not far from him, and slowly opening his eyes, relaxed from pleasure and cigarette smoke, Jason saw in front of him a man in oriental clothes looking at him with displeasure.

- What...

Jason whispered slowly, blowing out the sweet smoke of his cigarette and slowly realizing that he was no longer in his apartment. The strange feeling in his chest no longer frightened him, but the handkerchief wrapped around his head and this stranger... It was something new. Yes, and Jason's voice and words sounded somehow ... different ... As if he were not speaking English.

...

- Again! What the heck?!

This time, Jason was ready for a change of scenery when he decided to smoke again. But damn it, he didn't expect to see that same female Muslim face in the reflection again. Deep inside, he hoped that the curse was over. He hasn't smoked in over a month since he first decided to smoke and was forced to be in the body of a woman named Gulnara in Tajikistan.

He was afraid that this would happen to him again, but relaxing in the company of friends and succumbing to persuasion, he could not stand it and lit this time just one small puff. He did not think that even from this puff he would again be in the female body of a Tajik woman.

But no, no, no, and again no. That "curse against smoking" worked perfectly and changed Jason's reality more and more each time.

Looking in the mirror, he already forgot what it means to be in a female body. This time, his chest was much larger and it was visible to the naked eye. But to Jason, she seemed just gigantic. In addition, the uncomfortable bra under this dress pressed her breasts tightly to the body, making it even larger.

Why is this happening to me!? When will it end?!

Displeased and angrily speaking in a Tajik language unfamiliar to him with a high female soprano, Jason was angry and frightened at the same time, remembering those 24 hours that he was forced to live as Gulnara the last time.

At that time, it seemed to him just some kind of surreal dream that could never end. Those 24 hours seemed endless and impossible to him at the same time. That man was not a husband, but was the brother of Gulnara, and believed that Jason Gulnara. Scolding him for cigarettes and bad behavior, he said something about women's duty. And when he met his "mother" he had to do housework - cleaning, cooking and other things humiliating for Jason.

It was all mixed in with Jason's feelings of disgust for Muslim cultures and having to be in a female body. And all those clothes, scarves, bras... brrr... He was sick even at the thought that he would have to do all this again.

Looking closely at the reflection, Jason surprisingly did not notice how a smartly dressed man approached him and grabbed his ass, causing Jason / Gulnara to stagger in high heels and pressed himself against his neck with unshaven bristles, grabbing his chest with his other hand and squeezing it tightly.

Today is our day my dear!

The stranger spoke loudly, considering Jason his bride and preparing for the wedding and the wedding night.

Yes... it will be a long 24 hours... or is it 48 this time?.. or..?

...

Finally returning to his body after 48 hours in Gulnara's body, Jason vowed to himself that he would never smoke again. It was terrible and humiliating. He was literally forced to go to the wedding and forced to marry this Muslim and he could not do anything at that time in this weak body. It was barbaric and terrible. He literally felt like a thing and eventually just gave up doing whatever he was told.

Wedding... the first kiss with her husband, all this celebration and the role of a weak woman next to a happy husband. He couldn't even stop smiling because he was literally beaten for it. For everyone around it seemed to be the norm and he did not understand how it was possible to force people to get married like that, but it was the norm at this wedding and at that time Jason just counted the minutes and seconds when this nightmare would end. And when the wedding night came, then .. God, Jason tried not to remember it ever. And that day and the next. He had to learn on the go how to make a beautiful woman of himself and please this new "husband" whom he saw for the first time in his life.

And he didn’t even think about how it was to feel with new big breasts, long hair and wearing ridiculous women’s outfits.

Several years have passed. Jason relaxed. Although he has changed, but time puts everything in its place and Jason again became a lewd misogynist and playboy. And yes, the sight of the cigarette no longer made him sick and he did not feel that fear as before. Perhaps that is why he allowed himself to smoke cigarettes while drinking, already confidently thinking that the curse was over.

However, he regretted it almost immediately. Instead of a brothel in bed with a whore on the street in an unfamiliar city. Fear filled his heart as he again felt the already forgotten sensations of weight in the chest area and looking down was even more frightened by seeing and feeling a large pregnant belly sticking out of his clothes.

Looking down, he again saw the face of that "husband" who was at the wedding and began to pray that it was all a dream ....

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Those were the hardest days for Gulnara. She naively believed that after 96 hours, or rather 4 days, she would again become Jason and forget it like a terrible damned dream. Again, counting the minutes and hours, she sincerely believed that, as before, she would again return her old old life and now she would definitely be a good guy and would definitely never smoke again.

Walking with such a huge belly, living in some cheap inexpensive house in this body, it was already terrible. But the worst thing was from Akhmed her "husband", who seemed not to have become better since their previous meeting, but only demanded and demanded from her to fulfill her feminine duty and duties!

It was unbearably difficult for her to cope with a huge belly, large breasts swollen from pregnancy and at the same time fulfill everything that her husband demanded of her. Even routine cleaning was difficult for her. Laundry, cleaning, cooking. She did not know how to cook and each of her dishes was criticized.

Inside she cursed everything and of course she did not want to do anything, but what could she do here in this country. She was powerless and no one took her seriously. She just realized it already on the first day, when on the street this "husband" yelled at her and slapped her in the face and no one ... no one even paid attention to it. On the contrary, she was ashamed by the same women passing by and told that she should be submissive.

Only in her soul could she feel free. These short moments alone with her strange new awkward body. Only in those moments could she somehow remember who she really was. She was already plotting revenge once she returned to her body.

Oh, poor Gulnara, how wrong she was. She did not understand at all that this was already the last cigarette in her life in a male body. That now she has definitely quit smoking forever and forever said goodbye to her past life.

Now she could only remember that she was once a strong male playboy and a misogynist who fucked everything that moved and allowed herself rudeness. Now she was the usually submissive disenfranchised wife in Tajikistan with a tyrant husband. And now she will not even have a desire to smoke in her thoughts, because she will understand that there will be a more serious punishment for this.