Bigger Sister

"I think I'm okay with it working harder? At least, I'm okay if I turn out less of a bimbo than originally promised."

"That's not how this works. The wish must come true, but if it can't arrange for you to be famous for your current physical state, it will have to amplify the changes until it achieves its goal within the time window. It would actually be better if only the two of us showed up, if you want to minimise the physical changes. That would elevate your profile as a bimbo without also raising hers."

"Oh. Well, I can't ask her to not go whilst going myself, so I guess I'm going. What about you? You have to stay near me, correct?"

"A day trip where both of us remain within the city wouldn't be a matter for concern. Would my presence make you feel comfortable?"

"Stop trying to help! Just tell me whether you want to go or not! Please?"

"Mistress, I'm here to serve you, not be your friend," Genie insisted firmly. "Recall that, however nice you are to me, I'll still disappear forever once the wishes are exhausted."

Candace couldn't hide how crushed she felt. "I'm sorry. I know I was asking too much. Just, I don't know, after all these centuries of you making other people happy, I wish I could make you happy somehow."

Genie recoiled. "That was a very reckless thing to say."

"Oh! I didn't mean it like that!" Candace said, clapping a hand over her mouth.

"A figure of speech, I know," Genie said, her customary calm returning. "It should be fine. That's such a big wish that it could hardly be granted anyway. But do be more careful; an earnest wish like that," Genie paused for a moment as if to recollect herself, "Can force me to grant the wish even if unwise."

Candace blinked at the unbearable bleakness of Genie's statement. "That's horrible, Genie! What can be done? Could I have helped if I'd wished for it from the start? I'm so sorry I didn't think of it!"

Genie gritted her teeth. "Mistress, you are very sweet and selfless, but you're also being dense. I've said before that my role here is to make you happy, and the happier you are with the results, the more benefit I get. That's the only way you can help me, so focus on improving your life. Worrying about other people will actually make things worse."

Candace recoiled. "I'm sorry. I'm really not a selfless person at all. It just doesn't seem fair that... Never mind. Um. What were we discussing before?"

"Whether I should come along Tuesday," Genie said, all traces of her previous frustration so completely eradicated from her expression that Candace wondered if she'd misread the magical woman.

"Let's sayyy..." Candace said, drawing out the word as she examined Genie's face for clues. "No. I'll tell them you couldn't make it."

"Very brave of you," Genie said approvingly, and Candace sighed with relief that she'd made the right choice.

"Could you go with me to work? Just for the trip there? I was going to tell my coworkers that you gave me a makeover. You're really cool, so they won't be shits about it."

"You're worried about Gwendolyn?" Genie asked.

Candace coloured. "Yes."

"Sure, it's probably better to help you ease into your new role."

"Do I have to? Can't I confine my bimbo infamy to school?"

"I'm afraid Gwendolyn's judgment is somewhat integral to the wish, given its place in your motivation," Genie said.

"How did you know about Gwendolyn?" Candace said, but continued on without giving her a chance to answer, "I know, I know: you're magic."

Not wanting to think too much about what Genie knew about her, Candace changed the subject. "Do you think it's obvious how big I am underneath? I mean..." Candace bounced slightly in the mirror to see if the gyrations of her breasts were visible despite her oversized top. They were, but she wasn't sure if they were that much more obvious than before.

"I think someone who has not seen you before might suspect, but those who have will tend to see what they expect to see," Genie said, "Do you prefer that they be able to guess?"

"No. Well, not yet at least. Maybe if I slouched. I mean, I usually do, but they're easier to carry if I stand up straighter, like..." Candace pulled her shoulder back and unconsciously thrust out her new bubble bum. "I always thought the models were standing oddly in order to emphasise their backsides, but it actually feels quite natural."

Genie nodded. "Yes, it's part of the wish. I think you'll find that a number of poses and, hmm, I think you might call them fierce manners of movement will feel easy and natural. It's due to very slight reshaping of your skeleton plus adjustment of the resting tension of muscles and tendons in your shoulders and lower back."

"Oh, so it's not everyone, just me."

"I reckon not; many other 'bimbos' will have practiced until their muscles and tendons have become similarly accustomed to those poses and motions. That's not to mention that standing up straight is also healthy for everyone, I believe."

"That is true, isn't it?" Candace mused, caught between embarrassment and a frisson of pleasure at her hidden hotness. Partly hidden; her clothes couldn't obscure her glamorous makeup and glorious locks. "Yeah, with you there, she's going to be impressed."

Candace wasn't wrong; Gwendolyn immediately identified Genie as occupying a perch much higher in the unspoken hierarchy of subcultural cachet, and hastened to approve Genie's efforts to 'Pull Candi out of her shell." Candace's makeover, therefore, was just what she needed and "played with the whole 'bimbo' motif." It made Candace sound like pop art project, which worked brilliantly. Gwendolyn accorded Candace new respect that persisted even after Genie left the shop.

It possibly helped that Candace was still wearing her baggy and shapeless jumper that helped obscure the fact that Candace's body fat had migrated away from her waist. Even so, the tips increased noticeably along with the flirting.

It felt profoundly validating to be the target of so much playful appreciation, and to have the chance to share speaking glances with Gwendolyn or the other baristas when the appreciation veered more toward boorishness.

"I hope I don't overstep my bounds, but are you and Genie dating?" Gwendolyn asked as they were closing up.

Candace coloured. "What? No. We're just friends. Why do you ask?"

Gwendolyn looked innocent. "I just wondered if she's available."

"Well, she's not dating anyone, but she's going to the States soon, so..." Candace shrugged.

"They always are, aren't they?" Gwendolyn said, shrugging as if sharing a sad old truth.

Candace nodded, even though she wasn't entirely sure what Gwendolyn was saying. If she was saying anything at all. Candace strongly suspected that Gwendolyn produced wise-sounding utterances to cover over awkward moments.

"She's done you a world of good, though, don't you think? I normally don't pay attention to looks, but your new look makes you seem a lot sassier and more stylish." Gwendolyn said.

Candace set aside the absurdity of Gwendolyn claiming she didn't care about appearances and took it to heart. "I'm glad you think so! I was a little worried you'd think I was going a little too bimbo," Candace said.

"Bimbo? No, you don't look like a bimbo at all," Gwendolyn said, the modified too, "Not really. I mean, the earrings and nails are a bit in that direction, but it's kind of subversive, don't you think?"

"Really?" Candace said, thinking that describing her look as 'subversive' was only a little less absurd than Gwendolyn's claim not to care about appearances.

"Yeah, it's kind of like you're tricking them. They look at you and think you're a slutty girl, but you're actually an educated woman who could care less about blokes."

Candace restrained herself from pointing out that the phrase was 'couldn't care less,' both because she didn't want to derail the conversation and because it had never gone well for her when she succumbed to the temptation to irritating pedantry. Besides, Gwendolyn was accidentally correct: Candace could care less. She wasn't boy crazy by any stretch, but she found that she enjoyed masculine attention, at least in controllable doses.

As for being 'slutty,' Candace was conscious of a strong desire to show off her new bum to her coworker and see what happened. Having to wear her old shapeless trousers was disappointing, even frustrating, which was not a reaction she would have predicted from herself. Maybe she was more like Kelly than she thought.

"I like looking fit more than I thought, though," Candace offered as a half-admission.

"Well, yeah," Gwendolyn said with a shrug, "But you're not a bubbly bimbo sort. More like a barista babe."

Candace laughed. "I guess I like the sound of 'barista babe,' though I submit that you are the original barista babe."

"What, me? No," Gwendolyn said, shaking her head, but something told Candace that Gwendolyn was pleased. "You are definitely the official barista babe of this coffee shop."

Gwendolyn took this so far as to write 'B.B.' in place of Candace's name on the Monday work schedule as a joke, leading other workers on her shift to ask what the letters were short for and Candace to answer honestly because she assumed it would be harmless to tell two other girls the truth. It wasn't a foolish assumption; they giggled a little but it seemed forgotten almost immediately.

That was, until her elongated nails knocked a can of whipping cream violently from the counter while spinning from grinder back to the espresso maker. The can top hit the metal edge of the under-counter fridge side-on and exploded all over her like she was starring in bukkake porn, necessitating an immediate exchange of outerwear. Candace suspected the covert influence of her wish, but she wasn't about to expend another just to fix a messed jumper and trousers. After a hasty retreat to the back of the shop she reemerged in black leggings and fitted charcoal blouse from her bag, reasoning to herself that her apron would soften the impact of the change of wardrobe.

It was true that the apron did tend to obscure her curvature for customers facing her from the front, but there was no hiding from her coworkers.

"Oh my God, you really are the Barista Babe, Candi! You've got an arse like a Kardashian," Candace's shiftmate Leila marvelled at her in a quiet moment.

A customer entered the shop before Candace hit upon of a way to dissuade Leila from calling her 'Candi', so she had to settle for shaking her rump at Leila sarcastically whilst approaching the till.

There was bit of wit about it tossed around, but Candi felt a little more flattered than anything else. At the end of her shift, Candace tried to bring up that she wasn't called 'Candi', but got no further than, "My actual name is..." before her other shift mate Justine silenced her with a finger held theatrically to her lips.

"Don't worry, Barista Babe, your secret identity is safe with us!"

Leila, noticing the look of frustration rippling across Candace's face, asked seriously, "Does us calling you Barista Babe bother you? It's just meant in fun."

"Oh not at all," Candace said, though she did have conflicted feelings about it. "It's just that... Oh, hello Genie!"

"Hello Candi," Genie said back, and though some part of Candace recalled that she didn't want to be called 'Candi' around her coworkers, much more of her awareness focused on the magical woman's openly appreciative gaze.

Justine openly gawked at the sight of Candace and Genie's greeting hug. "Is this a reality TV setup? Is this like a Snog Marry Avoid spinoff?"

"Pardon? Does this have to do with Candi's makeover?" Genie asked.

"More wondering why all Candi's friends are glamour models. Or look like them. The first two shifts working with Candi last week she looks like a dumpy goth - apologies, but it's only true - then suddenly now she's all blonde with superb hair and it turns out she was hot and stacked under her sweater the whole time. It's got to be a prank or something, doesn't it?" By the end of it Justine sounded very convinced of her reasoning.

Candace worried that Justine had gotten too suspicious and something bad woulds happen with the wish, but Genie chuckled unconcernedly. "Nothing like that. I felt I had to take extreme measures to overcome Candi's bashfulness about blooming late, but I think it's working, don't you? She couldn't pretend to be dumpy forever, so she has to learn to accept the hotness."

Leila made a nonsense sound taken from some internet meme that Candace understood to communicate a stylish victory flourish, though she hadn't seen the original reference. Regardless, she smiled because it was obviously meant to be supportive.

"So, did you enjoy your first shift as an extra hot girl?" Genie asked her.

"I did, a little," Candace admitted.

"Good. The more you enjoy it, the better for everyone. Just let me know if there's anything I can do to make you happier."

Candace stopped herself from propositioning Genie in jest, because she was a little too aware of the fact that not only would it not really be in jest, Genie would know it. Despite usual post-work exhaustion, Candace was feeling very horny in general and amorous toward Genie in specific. Genie was just so smooth and cultured, yet kind and gentle. And insanely fit. She desperately wanted to find out if Genie thought Candace was as hot as Candace found Genie. Probably not, but Candace would take what she could get.

She wanted to spend time with Genie when they returned to the flat, but she didn't trust herself not to do or say something she couldn't take back, so she took a bath with her toys first thing. While the sound of the tap filling the tub provided auditory cover, Candace knelt in the rising water and pushed herself rhythmically onto her suction dildo. She didn't even need to stroke her clit once she'd gotten wet enough to take the fake cock; the combined feeling of a huge prong driving deep into her and the pronounced swaying of her heavy breasts were enough to bring her to orgasm. It didn't quite satisfy her, though, and she switched to plain old manual masturbation despite worrying a bit about her long nails. Her blunt nails were slightly pliable, perfect for teasing her love bud, but still she wasn't quite managing to reach her second climax.

Increasingly desperate to pacify her sex drive, she positioned the shelving unit against the door to block anyone who might try to barge in, then climbed up on the sink. Soon she was riding her dildo cowgirl on the countertop and stroking herself. Watching the busty nympho in the mirror bounce, huge tits almost hitting her in the chin and buttocks wobbling on impact with the counter surface made it even hotter. Had she lost her mind? Did it matter? She was supposed to be a bimbo, right? This was probably how she was supposed to be.

She whimpered softly and sagged against the mirror as she finally came.

Even after her ecstatic shudders ebbed she rested against the glass for a bit longer. "God, that was so good," she whispered to herself, then quickly cleaned up her mess before returning to her bath.

Candace tried to make it quick, but Kelly had returned home and was chatting with Genie by the time Candace donned her pyjamas. It was fun hanging out with the two of them, but it meant Candace didn't get the opportunity to discuss her heightened libido with Genie before giving in to post-O sleepiness.

Videoshoot

Though she'd washed all makeup from her face, Candace woke wearing natural-look makeup that might have qualified as subtle if it didn't look like she was wearing obtrusive false eyelashes. She'd left her hoop earrings in when she'd gone to bed but intended to clip them off in the morning because they seemed a little too out of place for classes. During the night they had likewise become less conspicuous, with the large thin loops halving their diameter but doubling in thickness.

"Let me show you how to apply kohl," Genie told her.

"I'm already made up," Candace said.

"Recall I need to teach you how to apply the sort of makeup that the wish expects of you. If you have makeup on that you don't know how to apply yourself then the Veil will find its own reasons for you to be wearing it, and you may not prefer them."

"That sounds ominous," Candace said.

"As I intend it to. Don't worry, though. You don't need to become an expert; just plausibly capable."

"I guess that's not too bad. I suppose now is as good a time as any."

"Do I have to wear the higher heels now?" Candace asked Genie later while dressing.

"Why do you ask?"

"My feet started to hurt in the kitten heels, right here." Candace pointed at the base of her heel.

"I see. You can wear low or non-heels, but just as a woman wearing higher heels than usual becomes uncomfortable in them, you will become uncomfortable in flats or lower heels.

"So it's actually healthier for me to wear high heels than flats?"

"I'm not a podiatrist to say 'healthier', but that might be true, yes."

"Huh," Candace said, preparing herself mentally to present the girl in the mirror to the world.

Monday classes took place in lecture halls where wearing a jacket was enough for Candace's new curves to mostly meld into the crowd, but for whatever reason the wish decided to re-enlarge her earrings and give her slightly longer nails for her Tuesday morning discussion section. Based on the surreptitious glances in her direction Candace thought that a lot of the discussion was about her. In her own group, everyone pretended not to notice, apart from a few resentful glances from a student who plainly thought Candace's body was vulgar and in poor taste.

In her subsequent class Candace made sure to exit the class straightaway when the lab concluded, but partly due to her exaggerated care about her long nails and her bust's occasional tendency to block line of sight to the lab equipment, her group wasn't the fastest. Thus there was already a gauntlet of others to run out in the hallway. Most of the other students were already engaged with their own friends and drifting away, but one intense bloke with scraggly facial hair and a perpetually frustrated look was trying to look nonchalant as he surreptitiously took a picture of her.

Before she could confront the creep, though, a girl Candace didn't recognise intercepted her and asked, "Are you Honey Melons?"

Candace just looked at the girl. She was pretty in a forgettable way, with straight, light brown hair, light-touch makeup, and a nondescript City University outfit. "What?"

"Are you Honey Melons? Or Candace Mallinson?"

"I'm Candace, but not... the other ones."

"So you're not a model?"

"Well, I guess I am," Candace had to admit, especially as her next destination was to a gig as a model in a music video, "But I'm..." she started to explain, then stopped, because she wasn't sure whether she'd heard those names before or not. Was 'Honey Melons' the name of a page 3 girl? Or was it a hentai character? The girl could hardly be mistaking her for an anime character.

"Hello?" the girl asked, trying to draw her attention back.

"Pardon, what were you asking?" Candace asked, aware that she'd missed a question.

"Nothing, I was just wondering," the girl said, giggling.

"I didn't hear the question," Candace said.

"You just started as a student, right?"

"Yes," Candace confirmed.

"Kind of a coincidence, don't you think?"

"A coincidence?" Candace asked, shaking her head at the girl's opacity, then had to free her huge hoop earrings from her hair.

"Could two busty blonde bimbos be starting school at the same time? I mean, no offence, but look at you."

Candace opened her mouth to object to being called a bimbo, then remembered that she was supposed to be a bimbo. Instead she struck a pose. "Well, I guess I do look pretty good, don't I?"