This story is heavily based on Cinderella.
I have twisted the heel off the shoe and tried to fit it to a Smoking Fetish theme with a bit of weight gain!
Ashley
The rain was beating down hard against the window, with the cold draft blowing under the miss-fitting rotten back door. When the wind gusted, the door rattled on the brass lock as if it was her chains. Mary Tremaine emptied yet another of her families' large and overly full ashtrays into the bin, just as the wind yet again blew. Her timing was impeccable, blown ash splattered all over clothes, again...it seemed to happen this most mornings. Her stepsisters and mother had nicknamed her Ashley as to them, she never quite managed to clean their full ashtrays without covering herself in their disgusting ash.
It hadn't always been this way, for several years after her mum died when she was just twelve her dad used to have a nice and friendly cleaner that came into the house three times a week. They were all ok for several years until everything changed. Five years later, her dad got remarried to a younger woman. The now new Lady Tremaine, she arrived and installed herself in the house with her own equally adult age daughters.
It was hard on Mary as she turned eighteen, having been alone all the time to suddenly have two very much larger than life and very annoying older "sisters" to appear.
Her dad had thought he was doing the right thing as he thought Mary needed a motherly figure in her life and as she was an only child. The idea of having some similar aged women around her would help her development.
For Mary everything then drastically changed for the worse on his passing a year later. The very first thing to change was that kind friendly cleaners got cancelled. Secondly, she was forcibly moved out of her large spacious bedroom and into one of the old servants' rooms in the attic. Then the hardest emotional rollercoaster of them all she was told in no uncertain terms that she was lucky that she did not have to move out until she found a suitable husband
However, looking around at her current situation, sitting alone in the cold draughty kitchen cellar, she was highly unlikely to find one soon.
Her stepfamily would be down for breakfast in a minute, and she thought to herself that she really ought to get their morning soft boiled eggs and soldiers ready. She tucked her long blonde fringe behind her ears and whilst singing to herself started to get breakfast ready. She first washed her hand of the black soot. She could hear the creaks of the floorboards above her head, followed by hacking coughs and groans as the family started moving around upstairs getting ready to give her daily orders.
"Ashelyyyyy." The call went out "Where the fucks have you put my lighter?" screamed Anna at the top of her voice, followed by a hacking cough that echoed down the wooden staircase "I need my morning cigarette now!" She continued to bellow.
Mary tutted as she tugged open the stiff wooden kitchen draw to see the emergency pack of Marlboro reds and the collection of several different colour lighters along with her father's engraved gold engraved lighter. She smiled as picked up the gold lighter as it felt warm to touch as it ergonomically fitted the hand perfectly, her thumb opened the lid and briefly brought the flame to life. She stared at the dancing flame as she remembered sitting on her father's lap as child after dinner helping him light his after-dinner cigar.
Mary nodded in appreciation as she closed the lid and the light disappeared and cold breeze brought her back to reality. She placed the lighter back in the draw and her finger moved over the collection until she picked out the cheap pink Bic lighter. Shock it and flicked it to check the flame and looking towards the stairs she politely called back "It will be where you left it for your bedtime cigarette?" Mary tutted and then with a deep breath and resigned shake of the head confidently made her way up the stairs with the all-important lighter securely fasted in the palm of her hand to 'rescue' her stepsister's morning looming nicotine deficiency.
Chapter 2
Mary finally got up the stairs and as instructed knocked on what had been only twelve very long painful months ago her old bedroom door. "God's sake Ash, what took you so long, enter now!" Anna shouted through the door and Mary pushed the polished brass handle and opened the door to the room.
In the last past year, the whole colour scheme of the room had been changed from subtle pink to garish red. Which looked awful in the large spacious room. The bed moved around to what would to her quietly clearly the wrong side of the room. For Mary, sadly it was quite clearly no longer 'her room'. Anna was sat on the edge of the bed with her dark wavy brown hair scraped back into a messy ponytail, a dangled unlit cigarette in the corner of her lips above which was her very noticeable large brown mole with two long think large black hairs poking out of. She was just wearing her lace red bra, and her bulging large bust was only just about contained within the cups. Her large bulging overstuffed belly rested on her equally fat thighs. Her light blue denim jeans were still down around her knees. It was obvious to Mary that she was desperately trying, and currently failing, to squeeze her extremely chubby size 16 hips into her old size 10-12 slimfit jeans. These jeans were infamous. The ones that she is for ever telling anyone who questioned her recent weight gain that she could still fit in.
As for most days along with her sister, she didn't bother with many, if any, clothes as she sat on the sofa with a crate of beer and their pack of cigarettes, eating endless bowls of crisps or popcorn whilst watching telly until it was either time to eat a meal or sleep.
There was no pressure for any of them to work, as Lord Tremaine inheritance money still paid for everything. Their mum was for ever out from mid-morning at lunches all the way through to late evening at social events. Only then would she come home very late at night. The Tremaine house was on a small estate that the nearby farm rent continually brought in the money. All this was money that was meant to go to Mary.
Anna huffed snapping Mary from her thoughts "Ash, don't gawk and my stunning beauty, get this cigarette lit and help me with these jeans, as I am going into town, I really need to wear them, they are my favourites!" She said tugging on the waist band a wave of fat wobbling across her stomach as she did, the underside of her belly flapping against the fabric. "And as soon as mother rises, we are all going out to see the beautician and then go shopping as we need new clothes, especially for the masked ball at the Charming's this evening!"
Mary stood a few paces away staring at Anna as she pushed her hands down on the bed and as the springs creaked, with weary a groan and some effort she slowly stood up. Her podgy belly now over hanging the evident matching red lace underwear visible through the still wide-open jeans. Anna's dark brown pubes were tantalisingly poking through the lace fabric. Mary stood there cocked her head to the side and contemplated with a smile that those jeans would have fitted Anna properly five years ago.
She loudly sniffed and momentarily enjoyed watching as Anna tried wiggle her bottom and try her best to pull her jeans up by herself and then tried again unsuccessfully sucking in her stomach. It was evident to both of them it was going to be an effort to try and get the button to reach the hole. Mary gently patted her own relatively flat stomach, which she put down to all the cleaning and work these women made her do and the meagre rations of food. It was obvious to Mary that Anna's sedentary lifestyle was ensuring she was getting as large as equally fat and older sister Ella.
"Are we all going?" Mary asked breaking herself from watching the grunting and wiggling hips show.
"Well, the family were invited so mother, Ella and I are going to the ball, mother has spent all of the last evening been putting a good word in for me and Ella with the Charming's for you, know... Henry!" Anna raised an eyebrow but nodded politely at this information wondering if Henry would see anything in either of her ugly stepsisters. "He is rather gorgeous!" She the beckons Mary forward.
"Oh" Mary finally acknowledged as she moved towards Anna lighter gripped in her hand, and with a nod of the head the lighter was flicked and Anna leant forward and with two deep pulls, the cigarette alight, and they were both bathed in the acrid smoke once Anna out of spite exhaled her first deep inhale all over Mary. "Do I get to go?" Mary asked.
Anna pulled on her cigarette, her cheeks collapsing deeply as she filled her lungs, "I doubt it!" she started to exhale "But we shall ask mother later but seeing as Ella and I are so much slimmer and prettier than you, I doubt there is little point in you going?" Continued again exhaling smoke all over Mary.
