Carwash Candy (MtF, Maid)

[VoltaireEMCSA]

CARWASH CANDY By Wyrdey

Charles stared down at his bag, his mouth hanging open with disbelief.

It was just an old backpack that he used to carry his books in - nothing obviously impressive about it. Lately, Charles had been planning to replace it with a newer and larger one - it wasn't quite up to the task anymore, he just had too many huge books to carry.

All week it had been bulging open, too full of books to close properly.

Just that morning, as he walked across the carpark into school, it had finally split open, spilling its contents everywhere. He had almost been run over several times as he squatted there, cursing and trying to retrieve all of his things. When he was finally almost finished, arms aching beneath the weight - he couldn't believe that he owned so much crap - his eye had fallen on something glinting in the dirt.

It was a ring.

He spent a moment trying to work out if it could have fallen from his ruined backpack too, but he didn't remember ever having seen it before.

He leaned vaguely towards it, trying not to drop the things that he was holding under his arms, and reached for it, wondering if it might be valuable.

A car horn blared from behind him. Without thinking, he picked up the ring and tried to waddle out of the carpark, wishing that he had a free finger to express his feelings toward the driver.

He'd glanced at the ring as he tried to cram his books back into the torn remnants of his bag.

It was really quite nice looking. He'd carelessly dropped it into a pocket as he'd lifted his bag with both arms, trying to carry it at an angle so that things wouldn't fall out through the gaping hole in its side.

The ring hadn't received another thought until the last class of the day, when his finger had happened to brush against it where it sat inside his pocket.

Absent-mindedly, he'd slipped it onto his finger, pleased with how well it fit and vaguely wondering whose it was. Then he'd thought back to how he'd found it and frowned down at his ripped bag.

If only it had been a bit bigger or newer, then it wouldn't have...

He didn't know how to react to the bigger, newer bag that it suddenly transformed into.

He glanced about quickly, wondering if anyone else had seen what had just happened.

They were all just staring ahead, bored and oblivious.

He looked back to his bag, briefly worried that he was cracking up. It just sat there, looking very new and sturdy and not-at-all torn. With a strange feeling, Charles experimentally thought about the bag, wishing that it was just slightly different...

It suddenly changed colour.

Barely repressing an hysterical giggle, Charles sent his bag through a series of transformations, changing its size, its colour, its...

He glanced up too see Barry looking down at his bag as it turned from a canvas rucksack to a 'Hello Kitty!' handbag.

Charles froze and quickly changed his bag back to its normal shape.

Barry's eyes bulged briefly with what might have been surprise, but then, suddenly, the bored look reappeared on his face and he glanced back at the teacher.

Charles' mind was on the verge of complete overload. What was happening? Why had it started now? What...?

Suddenly a suspicion appeared in his mind.

He slipped the ring off his finger and thought down at his bag, commanding it to change.

Nothing happened.

He slid it back on.

His bag turned into a hamster.

Charles tried to keep his breathing steady. Despite all of his former beliefs about such things, it now seemed pretty-damn-undeniable that he was now in possession of a magic, reality-changing, ring. Not only could he change things - he returned his bag to normal - but everyone else, after a moment of shock, seemed to accept the changes as if things had always been that way.

But could it work on things other than his bag?

He looked up at Ms. Tarrun. What on Earth was she droning on about? Was he really supposed to care?

She gave a little yip and stared down at her chest for a moment as her breasts expanded to a GG cup. But then, after a moment and a confused little blink, she just carried on as if nothing was different - though she did have to lean against the board to get her balance back.

Charles glanced around in disbelief - everyone else was still just staring ahead listlessly, apparently unaware of anything out of the ordinary.

He changed the teacher some more - altering her height, her hair colour, giving her a thick French accent...

The girl sitting across from him yawned and began sketching rabbits in her notebook.

Feeling slightly overwhelmed by a sense of his good fortune, Charles changed Ms. Tarrun back to normal and slipped the ring off his finger.

He spent the rest of the class just staring down at it in disbelief.

When school was finally over, Charles walked to his car. When he saw it he felt the same letdown that he always did- it really was a piece of junk. It was the best that he'd been able to afford: an old, beaten up, station wagon with ripped and stained upholstery that hinted at the careless of its many former owners.

How was he supposed to pick up chicks in that?

Suddenly he thought of the ring in his pocket. Could it change his car, too?

Surely it could...

He stood there fingering the ring while he toyed with the idea. If he could turn this hunk of scrap into any car in the world, which one should he choose? He was pondering the benefits of a Mercedes, when his eye fell on Conrad unlocking his car.

If he could have any car in the world, he'd have that one. He jealously looked over its smooth sleekness. He and Conrad didn't like each other. The ultra-buff captain of the football team had picked on him steadily for years. His father was a banker or something, and Conrad always had enough to afford whatever clothes, car, or girl he was after at the moment. Charles grinned evilly to himself as an idea formed in his mind.

Slowly and nonchalantly, he walked over to where Conrad was removing a paper from under his windscreen wiper. Charles noted with sly satisfaction that, though Conrad always kept his car in the best possible shape, he hadn't been able to avoid the layer of dust that inevitably clung to every car over summer. Conrad looked up as Charles stopped casually on the other side of the hood. Charles gave him a sly grin and slipped the ring on his finger. Conrad looked down at him witheringly. He was just opening his mouth to say something when Charles cut him off. 'So, have you finished washing my car yet... Candy?' he asked casually.

Conrad squinted down at him, and was about to make a comeback when suddenly beads of water began to slide down his face and arms. His hair clung slickly to his scalp. He glanced down in confusion as patches of moisture started to spread across his shirt. His look of confusion increased as his body began to shrink. Hair fell damply across his shoulders, down his back, and across his suddenly boyish face. He gawked at his dripping clothes as they tightened and dwindled. His pants crept up long, smooth, shapely legs, baring his midriff and thighs as they pulled tight against his spreading pelvis. They were now more like little hipster shorts, the faint outline of a pattern appeared on them as the material softened and pleated.

A long lock of hair fell against his face as he suddenly gasped and clutched at his chest, the golden curl lightening in pace with his baby blue eyes. His now childlike face gaped in adorable incomprehension, his eyes and mouth round with surprise as he blinked vacantly through thick, full lashes.

The shirt had been slowly sliding up his smooth, shiny wet, belly- the elongated navel had long been visible on his slight waist. As the shirt pulled firm against his delicate curves, there was a slight creak and a button burst free as it pulled even tighter. The shirt's upward creep ended with its two dripping tails dangling just below his bosom. It now seemed to be composed of something thin and slightly elastic. Conrad continued gaping, his dainty little hands firmly pressed into two dainty little cones that jutted faintly from his graceful bosom.

Looking at him, no-one would ever believe that that soft little creature, with her tiny angel face and cute little curves was a male. She looked like a prepubescent beauty queen, with her adorable little uniform and her beautifully made-up little doll face. She murmured faintly and licked her rosebud lips as she lightly squeezed her soft handfuls, gazing about with her big baby eyes.

Suddenly her bulging hips erupted into their full girlish bloom. Her rounded buttocks continued to engorge as they were thrust out far behind her. The tiny plaid shorts struggled to contain her swell and burst peculiarly, changing into a tiny skirt that whipped upwards, giving a momentary view of scanty pink panties. She squealed as her hands flew to her little fluttering skirt, giving Charles a view of fabric wrinkling around the bulge of budding nipples. Her minute waist imploded to wasplike proportions, emphasising her newfound figure.

She cooed through full red lips as her chest exploded outward, pert breasts widening as they filled out. She squealed as, one after the other, her straining shirt-buttons burst free. Just as the shirt began to fly open, the tails suddenly tied themselves together tightly under the lower curve of her breasts. She murmured with pleasure at the unfamiliar sensation as every last tiny bit of possible space inside her creaking shirt was quickly filled with the swell of her immense breasts. The material, already translucent with water, became almost transparent as it stretched as much as was possible.

Charles couldn't help but stare with satisfaction the mountains of gleaming wet cleavage now dancing before him.

The gorgeous girl stood dazed and panting, bent over with her hands pressed against her minute skirt, long blonde hair clinging to her face and chest. Her gleaming, saturated figure covered only by a miniscule parody of a schoolgirl's outfit.

The bimbo-ish pout of surprise was frozen on her girlish face as leant there, her skirt riding up on her delicious ass and giving a tantalising view of the creamy cheeks bulging from her tight little wet panties.

The name 'Candy Cumslut' was monogrammed in delicate little flowery pink letters across the swell of one of her tits.

With a little purr of surprise, she went to put a dainty hand to the glistening mounds of flesh that were suddenly protruding from her tiny, straining top. She was already bowed over from the unfamiliar weight of her chest, and squealed as she overbalanced and fell the tiny distance that lay between her swaying bosoms and the hood of the car. She gaped comically down at the mass of breast that popped from her crop-top as it pressed against the car. She lifted herself slightly, water streaming down her cleavage. She gave a little experimental wiggle, her breasts bounced, kneading against the hood and sending rivulets of water flying all around her. She giggled.

Charles grinned down at his eager little carwash girl. "Candy?" he asked sternly.

Her big blue eyes wandered up to him. "Ooh!" she breathed in a littlegirly voice, "it'll be ready soon, Mister! I am a bad girl for not finishing it already!" and she giggled again, gyrating her hips as she swept her immense bosoms along the car. Her skirt flipped up on her back, revealing her gorgeous behind. She didn't seem to notice despite the crowd that gathered. She cooed and licked her lips as she rubbed her swollen pink nipples against the hood, and glanced furtively up to check that Charles had a good view down her cleavage. Smiling, Charles looked in through one of the car windows and was pleased to recognise some books that he had left in his car sitting on the back seat. Proof that this car belonged to him and not the giggling bimbo contentedly scrubbing it with her knockers.

Soon the hood gleamed brightly and Candy gave a little pout of disappointment as she lifted her swaying breasts off the hood. Her disappointment was shared by the small crowd that had gathered to admire the jiggling of her delicious ass, but no-one remained disappointed for long. With an excited little chirp of anticipation, Candy bent over and pulled a sponge out of a bucket of warm soapy water. She leant towards Charles, straining to push her bust out as far as she could. She lifted her head and squeezed the sponge over her chest. The soapy liquid flowed slowly down her glistening front and into her little top, suds collecting in her cleavage.

She purred as she felt the warm flow creeping down between the soft mounds of her chest and trickling down her bare belly into her little skirt. Moaning softly, she closed her eyes and her hands unconsciously wandered to her chest, gently cupping her breasts and tracing the path the little rivulets followed past her nipples. Her eyes opened, and she cooed, then giggled as she caressed herself. She turned excitedly to the car and pressed her bust firmly against the windows, polishing each with a quick little shimmy. Giggling and still gently fondling herself, she wiggled back over to the bucket. She bent over and gave Charles a coy look. "Gosh, mister," she cooed up at him sexily, "could you give me a hand?"

Charles walked nonchalantly over, lifted the slight fringe of her skirt with a finger and gave her a spank across her frilly pink panties. "Ooh!" she chirped, pouting up at him. She reached out a hand to rub her still bouncing bottom and giggled. "I meant with the bucket!"

Charles lifted the bucket and poured it down her arched back. The water coursed over the meagre skirt that clung to the upper curve of her outthrust derriere and into the diminutive panties that struggled to contain even a third of her buttocks. Candy forced her knees together and gave a little murmur of delight as she felt the soapy warmth spreading between her legs. Biting her lip, she turned and thrust her backside against the car. Swaying her hips, she worked her booty expertly, murmuring with pleasure as she swept along.

It was on a particularly impressive upthrust that the lacy panties became caught on the edge of a car door and pealed off, sliding down her legs and away from the gorgeous ass that jiggled with its newfound freedom. Candy didn't seem to notice, apart from giving a faint coo of pleasurable surprise at the sensation of her bare cheeks squeaking smoothly across the cold metal. When she finally managed to glance past the unchecked movement of her bosoms and noticed the moist wisp of lingerie looped about her ankles, it took her a moment to recognise them. She blushed and grabbed for them, giggling in embarrassment as she tried to stretch them back around her dancing buttocks.

Her panties were brushed loose twice more as she pranced about the sides of the car, humming with delight as she vigorously mopped it with her rump. When she came to the headlights she turned and polished them against the front of her skirt, moaning softly as she ground against them. She seemed to take a bit longer on them than was necessary, but noone felt like complaining. Finally finishing up with a pretty little sigh, she clambered onto the surface of the car. She giggled as she squirmed and wiggled her way across the few remaining dry patches, occasionally crawling over to a new location.

Eventually she lay spread across the gleaming hood of a gorgeous shiningclean car.

"Good girl, Candy," Charles said with a gleam of satisfaction in his eye.

"It was nice!" Candy giggled as she rolled onto all fours just in front of the hood ornament. She looked down at it intently, cooing and licking her lips. She tightly arched her back, pressing her breasts firmly against the shining metal and thrusting her buttocks high in the air. With a little red pout, she lowered her head over the hood ornament, sliding it between her moist lips. She moaned as she massaged it with her lips and tongue, sliding her head up and down its length as her buttocks danced excitedly in the air. She finally gave a little sigh of regret as she lifted her mouth off the newly polished figure, and slid from the car onto her feet. She stood, teetering on her high heels, panting softly as she absently brushed at the golden hair clinging across her glistening cleavage. She swayed over to Charles sensually, her hand caressing the now spotless car.

"Ohh! It's so big and sexy!" she breathed. Charles looked over at the busty little bombshell standing submissively beside him, gazing vacantly ahead and cooing as she slid her dainty little hands along her damp curves. He decided to have some more fun.

"Candy," he said, slipping the ring on his finger, "About that "special bonus offer" that you gave me when you agreed to wash my car for free...'. Candy's big blank eyes became slightly blanker than usual for an instant, then she giggled flirtatiously as she "remembered'. "Well," Charles grinned, "I'm afraid that I can't have it right now."

Candy pouted in disappointment.

"However, I should be free this evening. You can come around at about Ten; you'll be finished up at the Strip Club by then, right?"

Candy blinked up at him in adorable confusion, then hummed in adorable confusion as she vainly tried to think. "Mmm..." she purred, twirling her hair around a finger. "Sometimes the boys get me to do all these funny little things..."

"I'll expect you at Ten," Charles said. "You won't have time to change, so just come in your work clothes."

"Really?" Candy breathed. "Some people get real mean when I wear anything cute around, though, like, some people are real nice and..." she squealed with excitement as a thought occurred to her. "Ooh! I could do a special little show just for you!" she gushed, jiggling up and down with glee.

Charles patted her indulgently on her soft little head, then reached down and fondled her swaying bosoms, cupping the firm flesh in his hands. Candy giggled and purred with delight. "You know, Candy," Charles commented. "with all of the money that you're making with your carwashes, your job, and from winning the "Little Miss Cocksucker" pageant, you'll soon be able to afford that special boob job that you want so bad'.

Candy barely registered her surprise before she cooed in agreement, staring down with disappointment at the mountains of bouncing flesh bulging from her straining top. "Oh, yes! I'll be, like, so pretty with big special boobies!" she giggled and squeezed her outthrust bosoms as she imagined how sexy she would feel when they were twice this size.

"Now," Charles said, spinning her around and patting her on the bottom, "be a good little girl and run along."

Candy, still playing with her breasts, cooed as she threw him a longing glance, but began to wiggle away obediently. "I hope I don't meet Principal Smith!" she pouted. "He never lets me wear anything pretty!"

Charles stood watching the dripping bimbo prance almost naked across the schoolyard, her buttocks wiggling suggestively as they bulged from her tiny pink panties.

He turned and pulled his keys from his pocket, gratified to discover that they had transformed into a little beeper. He unlocked his new car and climbed in behind the wheel. The interior was even nicer than he had expected, he smiled to himself as he grabbed his sunglasses from the glove compartment- now filled with all of his things.

He reached under the seat and pulled out the tarp that he kept there. Chuckling to himself, he spread it over the passenger seat and floor. He adjusted the rear-view mirror until he spotted a familiar ass bouncing its way towards the curb. Firing up the engine, he grinned with appreciation at its roar of power as he lifted the break. Driving was even better than he had expected, he could feel the power under his foot as he surged forwards with the barest brush of the accelerator. Candy was wiggling her way along the curb, attracting countless enthusiastic horn beeps from disbelieving motorists, when Charles drove up beside her and unlocked the passenger door. She cooed excitedly as she spilled onto the passenger seat.

"Don't you dare drip on anything!" Charles warned her sternly as she glanced about, obviously impressed. She batted her big blue eyes at him flirtatiously, "Ooh! I thought you were, like, real busy or something?" She purred with a mixture of puzzlement and breathless hope. Charles said nothing as he made for the freeway. Candy giggled as she tried to stretch her seatbelt around her amazing bust.

"I am very busy," Charles replied coldly as he swept down the on-ramp. "But, thinking about it, I decided that I might have enough time to let you suck me off."

Candy gasped in excitement. "Really?" she squealed, squirming in her seat.

Charles looked over at the girl who sat biting her lip in anticipation as she gazed up at him with big, pleading eyes. "Okay..." he finally sighed.

Candy tore her ill-fitting belt off with a shriek and hurled herself to her knees on the car floor. Smacking her lips, she snaked her way up his leg and buried her open mouth into his crotch. Whimpering with impatience, she caressed the firmness she could feel straining in his pants as she struggled with his belt. Squeaking with delight, she finally managed to open his pants, and squeezed her aching lips around his throbbing manhood. She moaned hysterically as she thrust herself against him, desperately licking, sucking, and squeezing it in her mouth. Her soft, moist breasts were pressed hard against his leg and a long red fingernail slid into her panties as she murmured, rubbing her bulging, jiggling body between his outstretched legs. Charles gaped glassy-eyed and realised just how much she had deserved the contest title that he had given her.

Candy gave a muffled scream of hunger as she slid the only thing that could give her satisfaction down her eager throat. Charles suddenly gasped and Candy squealed with girlish glee as he exploded in her mouth. She shrieked and swallowed hungrily, sucking desperately for more. Pouting forlornly as the delicious warmth subsided, she wrung her lips tight against his member, greedily cleaning him. Frantically, she licked about his groin as she vainly searched for more. Charles eventually pushed her slurping face to the floor, where she lay moaning and writhing in delight. He pulled up at the side of the freeway and pushed open her door, helping her out with a firm shove on her backside. She fell out on all fours, still moaning orgasmically and smacking her lips as her buttocks waved high above her arched back.

"I'm sure you'll have no trouble hitching a ride, sweetcheeks," Charles called. "Now, be a good girly and don't be late tonight."

Candy woke sufficiently to open her big pretty eyes and, cooing vacantly, turn searchingly towards the sound of her master's voice. Languidly tossing her hair, she passionately blew him a kiss through red, moist lips, trying to aim between the twin curves of her wiggling ass.

But Charles was already pulling out.

Charles grinned to himself as he noted the brass plaque placed at the end of the driveway, proudly announcing that the impressive mansion lying beyond was the property of 'The Cumsluts'.

The way that he had acquired his new car had given him an idea.

Conrad's father looked surprised when he opened the door.

"Hey, Mr. Cumslut," Charles grinned at him. "Is Candy home?"

Conrad's father frowned down at him, his annoyance with his total slut of a daughter obvious. "No, she is not," he finally growled.

"Oh, well... curtsy for your new master, Bambi."

"What!?!" the older man shouted, but then he glanced down. He was suddenly wearing a tiny little frilly skirt and apron over his long, pantyhose covered legs.

He gaped and felt at his head as a pretty little cap appeared, his sudden mane of golden hair spilling around it. His squeaks grew higher and higher as he began to shrink, a little featherduster materialising in his hand.

He almost lost his balance as his mammoth titties suddenly popped out, spilling almost entirely from his tightening uniform.

"Oh, yes master!" the sexy little maid gasped in her lisping voice. Her attempt at a curtsy was made difficult by the tiny little pornographic parody of a French maid's outfit that she was wearing, but she still managed gorgeously.

She pranced hurriedly after Charles in her huge stilettos as he walked into his house. Charles grinned at the sight of all of his familiar belongings sitting around the place. He loved his new house, with its giant tv, gorgeous furnishings, and servants who were even now preparing his dinner.

The little maid was almost literally tripping over herself to help him in whatever way she could.

She needed this job bad.

It had been so nice of this yummy man to hire her, despite the reputation that she and her daughter Candy had. She had gotten pregnant when she was only sixteen - the same age that Candy was now. Her parents had been surprised that it had taken her that long, the way that she paraded herself around.

It was a good thing that she was still so young and hot though, seeing how they needed a second job to make ends meet.

"Oh," Charles said with a smile. "Soon it'll be time for you to go off to the Strip Club, won't it, Bambi?"

The girl nodded. She was so glad that he let her wear her stripper costume around the house. It saved so much time not having to change into her tiny little French maid stripper outfit.

Charles patted the submissive servantgirl her on her soft little head, his gaze lost down the front of her monstrous cleavage. "Doing another one of your famous mother-daughter shows tonight, I hear?"

The girl giggled shyly.

"Afterwards, why not come back and you can both give me one of your famous mother-daughter blowjobs as well?"

Bambi gasped in delight, brushing up against Charles with excitement. "Weally!?!" she lisped in her gorgeous little-girly voice, rubbing her immense boobs against his chest.

"Sure," Charles agreed indulgently. He'd have to get Candy to dress up in her mother's spare maid outfit. They'd look just smoking as they pouted and moaned and fought over who would thrust his cock into their mouth first.

And everyone knew that the tiny little trailer that they lived in was just packed full of the skankiest lingerie imaginable.

How cool that they were the same size and could share!

"And now, Miss Cumslut," Charles said. "I'm going to need a little something special to keep me going until tonight... do you have something special for me, Bambi?"

The sexy little trailer-trash slut giggled as Charles lead her to his spacious new room. He could already see just how incredibly wonderful she'd look naked on all fours on his satin sheets, her legs spread wide, moaning her hunger.

Bambi cooed with need as she felt her kind master's hand slip inside her little panties and squeeze at her great big pretty bum.

She big her lip and minced after him into his room as fast as her stilettos would let her.

She loved getting it up the ass.

Charles smiled to himself - his day was just getting better and better...