Pieces of Candy
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Note: The author encourages unauthorised reposting, sequels, and blatant
plagiarism of this work.
Another note: This story, written several years ago, represents my first
attempt at TG Fiction. At the time, I was so disappointed/ashamed by how
it turned out that all further experimentation in this area was abandoned
for quite a while.
Reading through it more recently, however, I discovered (rather
dispiritingly) that was not that much different from everything that I
had written since. And so, a bit of editing later, here it is. If it
seems to end in a slightly less-than-conclusive fashion, that's probably
because it was originally planned as being the first part of a multi-
segment story - none of which I can now recall.
I don't believe that I am likely to continue it at any point in the near
future, so it is presented here mainly for interest and for whatever
redeeming features it possesses. (though, of course, in line with my
general policy on such things [as outlined above], anyone wishing to
hijack the continuity is more than welcome too).
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 little-
girly 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 no-
one 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 shining-
clean 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...
Liesl
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