After the conversation with Amber, I had pumped the brakes on my design to get Kayla impregnated. She had raised some serious questions about how much I was really willing to take on in order to satisfy my fantasies which would have been foolish to disregard. I wasn't completely abandoning the idea, but I was resigned to exercising some patience and planning before pursuing it.
Kayla was predictably disappointed, but not totally surprised. She told me that it seemed too good to be true and figured Amber would talk some sense into me. Perhaps that was why she had been trying so hard to seduce me before I went and discussed it with my wife. Either way, it didn't seem to have any lasting impact on her happiness, or the health of our relationship and I was glad for it.
Following that, life mellowed out considerably. With Amber and Sienna abstaining from anything beyond cigarettes and Kayla going back to being a pothead for the time being, the relative normalcy of our day-to-day routines was shockingly mundane. Amber would still achieve a healthy buzz on the weekends, but she wasn't falling down drunk. Kayla was essentially blazed 24/7 but that described how she had been ever since I had known her. And Sienna, perhaps utilizing the incredible willpower and determination that had made her such a successful athlete and student, never wavered once in her sobriety.
Sienna paused her arrangement with Kevin indefinitely, unsure of when or if she would resume. He wasn't overly concerned about it, especially since we didn't need his product for the time being. I also suspected that he figured he'd see us again when the baby was born, which was my suspicion as well. Regardless, there seemed to be an 'open door' waiting for Sienna if she needed to go back to selling her body to pay for drugs.
Amber had gone back to work, thankfully, as our savings would need to recover in preparation for a new baby. She knew this too and accepted as many shifts and on-call opportunities as she could to recoup what we had lost in the previous months. The perpetually understaffed nursing department of her hospital accommodated her readily and within a week of her returning Amber was working nearly 60hrs a week. It only took a month and a half to even out our savings and begin to build it up beyond what it had been.
It would be well into Sienna's second trimester nearly six months later before anything came along that interrupted what had settled into a predictable and comfortable routine. Sienna was at the very end of being able to wear her old clothes and every shirt, tank top, and blouse that she had strained around her belly at over 20 weeks. The yellow tank top she wore today rode up and revealed half of her belly button, the round curve of her bump becoming visible from the waistline of her tight black yoga pants.
Beyond her baby bump, she had lost little of her toned athleticism. Her hips remained fairly petite, and her ass still bubbled out from her backside in youthful defiance of her ongoing gestation. Perhaps most noticeable beyond her belly, were her tits. Sienna had never had a large chest, as she just simply did not have very much body fat. But starting a few months in they had begun to balloon and had now expanded to a little more than a handful each. Even more wondrous was the fact that she given up trying to wear a bra as she grew out of them almost immediately.
Because they seemed to be growing at such an alarming rate, buying a new bra every few weeks seemed silly, and she had decided to just let them be free. This meant that I was constantly being treated to a visual feast, her thickening nipples pressing scrumptiously against the fabric of her tops. She had been a walking hardon generator for the last month as the changes to her body really started becoming noticeable. I was needing to bend her over and fuck the shit out of her nearly anytime that I spent time in the same room with her. Seeing her with a growing belly, engorged tits, and a cigarette smoldering between her yellowed fingers was driving me insane.
Sienna, for her part, seemed to be absolutely overjoyed. I knew that most women worried to some extent that while pregnant they would be less desirable to their partners, and a lot of women experienced an increased sex drive while they were with child. I wasn't sure if I was an anomaly or what, but I was struggling to find a time where I was more turned by my beautiful daughter than while she carried my baby. It was so severe that I worried my other two angels were being neglected with how singularly Sienna's pussy received my seed.
As I sat on the couch and felt my cock begin to harden at the sight of Sienna chaining another cigarette, she flashed a side glance my way and smiled. Her nicotine habit had intensified to an obscene degree throughout her pregnancy thus far. Amber had always been a torrid smoker, getting through a pack a day easily for nearly 20 years now. Kayla was an addicted smoker as well, and her intake had increased since moving in to match Amber most of the time. But I would hesitate before ever recalling any time where any of them could be considered a 'chain-smoker.'
The term was thrown around loosely, and pejoratively, in most circles these days to indicate pretty much anyone who smoked more than half a pack per day. Usually anyone who averaged at least one cigarette per waking hour would be labeled a 'chain-smoker' by the leagues of disapproving non-smokers nowadays. But the real, true definition of non-stop, one after another chain-smoking every day, all day was an almost entirely unfamiliar concept in contemporary times. If anyone had any understanding of it at all it was a result of remembering a grandparent who was never without a lit cigarette burning between their fingers.
Even I, who had always encouraged Amber to smoke with reckless abandon and remarked how much I loved it when she did had never bore witness to the reality of a real, true to the definition chain-smoker. Well, those days were well and truly behind me. Sienna had slowly upped her consumption over the last four and a half months to reach the point at which she was quite literally, never without a lit cigarette between her fingers, lips, or smoldering in an ashtray next to her. I believed it was a combination of different things that had contributed to it. Firstly, was the stress and anxiety of being a new mother and quitting all her other bad habits virtually overnight.
Additional contributions were obviously my own appreciation and constant approval through words and physical affection. Lastly, it had probably been the idlest time she'd ever had in her young life and with an unlimited supply of cigarettes that I ensured she had access to at all times, there was zero reason to limit herself. She had no job that she had to work around, no environments that required her to go without, no financial concerns about buying more or even needing to go out to obtain them, and certainly no negative moral, ethical, or stigma attached to her smoking that provided a mental block.
Over the past half a year Sienna's environment had been constructed to become the most conducive one imaginable to facilitate a descent into exactly what she had become--the heaviest smoker I had ever known in my life. At this stage, she was smoking around four packs of Newport 100's per day. Something I would not have believed possible if I had not watched her do it right in front of me every single day for the last several months. Even with her sleeping somewhere around 10hrs a night, an increase since her pregnancy, she was going through 5-6 per hour.
Last weekend I was curious, so I cleaned out her ashtray, something that she carried around with her anywhere she went about an hour before she woke up. I didn't tell her what I was doing because I didn't want her to alter her intake to show off, and just let her go about her day. I made sure to notice that she didn't clean it out or dump it at any point during the day and then, when she went to bed around midnight, I dumped it out onto a couple paper towels and counted them one by one. 78. She had smoked 78 Newports in a single day from around a quarter to 10 in the morning to around a quarter to midnight.
