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The Car Wash Part 3 (finale) free porn video
Writer's Note: This is the end of the Car Wash trilogy, I hope you all
have enjoyed the ride.
Prologue:
Dave had overcome what he viewed as his greatest trial just two months
before, he had faced what was maybe his biggest mistake ever and
considered shutting down his whole project. However, one of the biggest
assholes he had ever met had come into his buddy's carwash and using his
machine he had found a way to use his device for good. Sadly, there is the
saying, "absolute power corrupts absolutely" and in the following weeks he
had slowly gone down the path to where the device was just his own general
plaything. His latest breakthrough was the ability to through his
knowledge of what the program code was to change people who were alone in
the car. He started small, with a want to dye their hair here, a new
favorite song there, but in the last bit he was going into full on rewrite
mode. He giggled remember the last person who had shown some knowledge
that the change was taking place as they slowly turned from a jock into
some dumb geek. The device had served Dave well, so well in fact that he
was getting ready to try it on himself. He needed to run one or two more
tests, and he had to wait till that night anyway, so he decided to treat
today like any other day at the car wash.
Jenny:
The first car to come into the car wash was Jenny's small Ford. It was
white and had a multitude of bumper stickers on its back. One of which
that caught Dave's eye was an anti-smoking sticker, the simple cigarette
with a circle cross through it. Dave tried desperately to hide a giant
grin that grew on his face and showed Jenny into his office.
"Hello, may I help you?" Dave asked.
"Just a simple car wash," Jenny answered.
Dave told her he would have to check her car first but he had an ulterior
motive, he went up to Jenny's car and discreetly dropped a pack of
cigarettes and lighter onto her passenger seat. He then asked about her
bumper stickers and Jenny said it was her basic beliefs, her anti-smoking
stance, her Ford sticker, even her sticker supporting the local sheriff.
So, Jenny got into the car and right when she was going into the car wash
Dave screamed that he had dropped something, Jenny couldn't hear what into
her passenger seat. She thought nothing of it until she was fully into the
car wash and she looked over to see fucking cancer sticks.
Jenny hates smoking, her uncle smoked and always stunk, and the smell had
just stuck with her, she was not quite militant in her anti-smoking ways,
but if you smoked around her, be prepared to get a lecture.
Dave flipped on the switch, grabbed a sandwich and prepared to enjoy the
show, he had even made it so Jenny would notice the change was happening
for about 10 minutes, just long enough to go through the full car wash,
but not long enough for her to go try to kill him.
Jenny sat there looking at those evil little things before trying to get
her mind off it, so she switched on the radio. No signal seemed to go
through, so she turned it back off. Her mind again wanders to the
cigarette. "Man, what am I thinking, I am almost acting like I want one."
She smiled and huffed at her joke, but the whole time she continued to
look at the pack. She then started reaching down to it, "No harm in just
looking at the pack," she thought and brought it up to where she could
read it. She looked at the Surgeon General's warning and wondered how
anyone could ever smoke these. She thought about her work where a few of
her coworkers smoked, what drew them to it, what made them want to give up
days, no months, no even years of their life. It was quite fascinating
when you think about it that way.
It was at this point that the cellophane wrapper around the cigarettes
started to get undone, she wasn't thinking about smoking one yet, but she
did want to look at them. There they were, pure white sticks of death,
just sticking out, waiting to be smoked. She counted them, 20, 20
cigarettes that the nice guy at the car wash was going to smoke. "I wonder
what they smell like," she thought and pulled one out a small sniff was
all she needed to know she did not like the smell. "Well what did I
expect, I hate smoking." And that was it she thought, she would put the
cigarette back into the package give them to the owner and drive away.
Only she didn't put it back, in fact without even thinking that much she
put it in her mouth. She didn't even realize it at first, it just felt so
natural in there, but a second later she looked up shocked and pulled it
out. "What the hell am I doing?" She looked around, the car wash was not
even half-way done yet it seemed. She calmed down for a second and put the
cigarette back in her mouth, her hand then made a move for the lighter
that was on the passenger seat next to her. She pulled out the cigarette
after another major shock but did grab the lighter. It was a cheap
lighter, the type you see at any convenience store but it was white, which
just so happenly was her favorite color. She looked at it, if she bought a
lighter, this would be the type she would buy, she would put a cigarette
in her mouth, light the lighter and move it towards the cigarette.
A second later Jenny was coughing up a storm, without even realizing it,
she had imagined what she would be like as a smoker and it had come true.
After 25 years of not smoking, not even once, it had all come to an
ending, and so fast too, she had never wanted to smoke before, but now she
had. The main question was why, that was what she was trying to answer,
but it took all her energy to keep the cigarette from reentering her
mouth. At once she figured it out, the owner of the car wash must have
dropped the pack in her car on purpose, "cough, cough," and must be doing
something to make me smoke. She brought the cigarette to her mouth a third
time and took a drag without even realizing it, she then looked down, this
time she had not coughed at all.
"Am I getting used to it already? No that is impossible," she thought. So,
to test that she allowed the cigarette to come back to her mouth and took
in a drag, she didn't mean for it to be as deep as it was, but at this
point she had no control of the smoking. No cough and small smile went
across Jenny's face, she was feeling calmer, in fact she could barely
remember why she was so mad. She looked down at her cigarette and realized
that having that bumper sticker on the back of her car was silly, after
all she smoked.
It was right as the car wash ended and she was stubbing out her cigarette
that she remembered that she wasn't a smoker and that something had
happened. She got out of the car and went straight to Dave's office.
"May I help you... Jenny, was it?" Dave asked.
"Yes," answered Jenny, "I wanted you to know you dropped some cigarettes
into my car, and I had one."
"That's strange, I don't smoke at all, are you sure they are not yours?"
Dave responded, acting confused.
"Oh well I think you might be right, wow I am getting a little scatter
brained it seems." Jenny nodded her head and got back into her car, then
got back out and attempted to remove the anti-smoking sticker from her
car. It was going to take more effort it seemed so she got back in the car
and expected that it was going to look strange to have a smoker in the car
with that bumper sticker. She got ready to head out, but pulling her
lighter out of her pocket and cigarettes out of her purse lit up and
headed on out.
Bobbi:
A big truck drove up to the car wash and much to Dave's surprise a petite
woman came out. She looked petite but Dave could tell just from staring at
her that she had a bit of an attitude. He walked up to her and asked what
she wanted.
"Oh, are you in charge here? Dang I really wish that there was a woman I
could talk to instead." She looked very annoyed and then seemed to decide
to go through anyway. "So, I want my truck washed, how much is it ape?"
"I'm sorry ma'm?" Dave seemed quite taken aback.
"I said how much is it ape, is your brain too thick to get it though, god
I hate interacting with dicks." The woman was very annoyed at this point
and you could tell she was thinking about leaving, but after being
insulted twice, Dave would not let that happen. This was the angriest he
had felt here at the car wash in a long time, heck maybe ever.
"So when will it be dick?"
"Right this way... may I have a name?" Dave said as staying composed.
"Bobbi, stupid man name isn't it." Bobbi looked down at herself, for one
second Dave almost felt sorry for her, but that went away the second she
reopened her mouth. "So.... when!?"
Dave led Bobbi to her car and said it would begin in a minute when he
could get inside and start it.
Dave left that bitch as fast as he could. How could a woman be that much
of a bitch, he was going to teach her right, and he had the perfect way to
do it. He pulled out the old school bus code and the code snippet he had
labeled Lex. He would be having a lot of fun now.
Bobbi got back in the car and waited, god she was waiting for a man to do
work for her, she could barely stand it. She looked up and saw her
driver's license, and there it was, her name, Bobbi. Why had her parents
given her such a stupid name? All she ever heard in school was how she
must be a dude. It got so bad that some girls even had given her love
letters and all, yes, she hadn't turned them down right away, because who
would want to hook up with some dick who only thought about sex and how to
put women down but she could never really return the love which made her
feel even worst. "What is wrong with this fucking world?" She shook her
head and waited for the car wash to start.
She nearly dozed off because when it started it startled her and she let
out a big, "Whoa." Only this whoa sounded kind of different, a bit deeper
than what she was used to. Why had her voice sounded deeper she wondered
as she ran her hand across her throat and felt something there?
"What is this?" she said and felt again the hard piece of what felt like
bone in her throat. Her voice had gotten even deeper which scared the crap
out of her. She continued to push down on it, and suddenly needed to clear
her throat because she pressed down a bit harder than she attended to. She
looked at her hands and noticed that her nails were gone and her hands
looked a bit more built. In fact, looking down her arm she seemed a whole
lot more built.
She was going to flex a bit in her mirror but what she saw made her scream
again in her deep voice. Her face had rounded out a bit and her nose had
shrunk. Upon closer review, her eye socket had even become a bit wider, if
she didn't know better she was looking a lot more like her father.
That reminded her of her father, maybe the only male growing up she didn't
hate. He had always been there for her, helping her when she was teased,
going to the one ballet recital she tried, going to her baseball games.
"No wait," she thought, "I didn't play baseball growing up, or wait was it
ballet I didn't do?" She looked up again, that was a distraction she
didn't need right now, she wanted to cry but thought it wouldn't be very
manly. "Why do I even care about that right now?" he thought. Just then,
something happened in her pants, she could feel it, and considering what
was going on she had a horrible idea of what it was so she looked to make
sure she was still in the car wash and looked in his pants.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Dave at this point was rolling on the floor laughing. "That is what this
bitch.... or should I say bastard gets for insulting me."
Bobby looked up at his driver's license and checked it, his name had
inexplicitly changed to the correct way to use Bobby in modern times, and
his sex had changed to male.
Bobby shook his head and looked at his near clean car. "Man, why are the
whores not lining up to get on the B-Train? I can't believe someone with
this awesome of a car and with my muscles can't get a woman." Bobby waited
the last few seconds of the car wash then honked his horn and went along
his way.
All Dave could do was laugh, Bobby took it as enjoying his novelty horn
which was better for him in the long run.
Lavina:
With the last car leaving it was finally time. The test had been going on
for months and Dave figured it was finally safe to use the machine on
himself. He had only really two things he wanted, after all he wasn't
greedy. First, he wanted to look great, helping Bobby find his masculine
side had sort of reminded Dave that he didn't have a girlfriend, in fact
he had never had one, that was obviously a major mistake in the universe,
and one he intended to fix. Second, he wanted to be rich, again the
universe had made a simple little mistake by not making him rich, so he
had to fix that. "Third," he thought to himself, "I want to own this car
wash, I know it is small, but I will need a base of operations, after all
if this works I am going to want to take this one the road. I really need
to get going on the portable prototype I am developing."
With that Dave went over his code again, yes it was like the ten
thousandth time he had checked it, but you could never be too sure, one
mistake and he could end up stupid, or crazy, or maybe even a baby.
Thinking about babies, he decided he wanted to be maybe 5 years younger
now that he thought about it, make himself even more irresistible. With
that final tweak to the code, he got into a cheap car he owned and sat
there for a second, then he remembered he hadn't turned on the machine so
he went back inside and turned it on, on the way out he bumped into the
machine. He jumped into the car and it went along its way.
Dave was proud of himself, he had even remembered to set it so he would
know all the changes were happening. He shook his head remembering that it
was last Friday that he had remembered to do that. "Man was he going to
look stupid," he thought, "not even realizing he made himself rich and
ripped, heck he might go through again to make himself even more rich and
ripped."
Dave sat there and all at once he remembered his new house, it was huge,
10 bedrooms, 6 baths, a humongous garage, yep there it is, he must now be
rich. He could not remember how he got that way though, then he looked
down at his arms and noticed they were bigger. "Oh yeah here this goes."
He looked into his mirror and flexed, man this is going great. He laid
back and closed his eyes for a second then decided to look at himself
again.
He looked up and realized he was really starting to look cute and sexy. He
looked up and did a small duck face to his reflection. "Yeah," he thought,
"that is a great look for me sister." That didn't sound right to him so he
looked up again, and this time noticed that there were more changes going
on. His face had gotten a bit skinnier and his eyelashes were a bit more
pronounced. In fact, if he didn't know better, he would swear that he had
some makeup on around his eyes.
"What is going on?" he said, and at this noticed his voice sounded off. He
couldn't put his finger on it right away, but when it hit him, he freaked
out, his voice was higher pitched. One check of his Adam's Apple later and
its lack of being and he knew he was changing sex.
"How is this happening?" He started to cry. "I didn't make any changes to
the code, what is going on?" It was at this point he noticed that he was
crying. "And now I am crying too, man god why are you punishing me? What
did I do to deserve this? I don't want to be a girl, I like being a guy."
The changes were now coming a bit faster, all that muscle tone he had
gained was now gone, his feet were reshaping a bit, obviously to fit in
different shoes he thought, and he even felt himself getting a little
taller. It is a bit of a clich? that women are shorter than men, but as
Dave remembered when he saw his size go up, his mom was taller than his
dad. At this point he saw himself in the mirror again, and honestly liked
what he saw, he had a fantastic figure, looked a lot younger. "Well at
least the age regression worked," he thought and his butt was just the
perfect size, not too big to be a part of a Sir Mix-a-Lot song, but not
too small to not be noticed by who needs to notice it.
Dave didn't even realize the small changes to his personality now, the old
Dave would have gotten straight out of the car even if it meant getting
wet, but a small part of him wanted to stay dry, he also used to love big
butts, but well as an actual woman he could see why it would not be for
the best. The biggest change though was he was starting to feel more in
control of the situation, even if it had gone wrong, he was going to be
fine. Whatever happens he could use his looks, wits, and charm to get
anything, after all she was hot.
There it was she thought, I am now a woman. She looked down in her pants
and said goodbye to her penis, it had never really served her well. Dave
was still a virgin, and its sacrifice would not be in vain, she would
definitely be having sex now. She put her hand up for a salute and then a
second later wondered what it was for.
At this Lavina did startle, for some reason she was forgetting the changes
made, she sat there wondering if it would be fine. That thought lasted a
second then jumped out of the car, nearly slipping on the floor, luckily
the car wash was in drying mode so she did not get her perfect hair wet
she thought.
She went up to the computer and to make things easier, wrote a note that
simply said, I was a man. She then went and looked at the code.
It was all messed up, there were bits of Jenny's in there, she saw a small
part of Chad's, a big part of Greg's and the biggest amount seemed to be
from Cathy. Before she could even begin to figure out what happened she
shook her head again and looked up at the note that said she was a man,
but now it said she was a woman. She started crying again, but stopped
right away, only the weak cry after all she thought. If there was one
thing she wasn't it was weak. She stood up straightened her clothes and
thought back, her decision to change her looks and bank account seemed to
work. She looked over and saw a copy of the deed of the place was up on
the wall and it had her name on it. All the changes she had wanted to be
made had come true.
She walked over and sat at her office, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes
and a lighter from the desk, she sat so that her legs were on her desk and
lit up a celebratory cigarette.
"Oh, that's new," she exclaimed aloud, "I was wearing white shoes earlier,
and now they are black."
Writer's Note: Lavina will return, I have a fun direction I want to take
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