Bimbo Bakery - Pageant Puffs Ch. 01

She giggled and popped it in her mouth with a pleasured moan.

They tasted sooo~ good!

"Mom, where have you been? I needed you here but you were gone for ages!"

Candice felt a little bad seeing Madeline so upset but she didn't see what the problem was. Madeline was trying on the green ball gown again with Regina--the celebrated Madam Sentani herself--fussing with the skirts and a handful of flat-headed pins. The seamstress was going to have to take-in the dress dramatically to fit her daughter's stick-thin figure.

"It's okay Sweetie, Mommy is back and I think you look wonderful in that gown." She said sweeping through the press of clothing racks and running her fingers across the sumptuous gowns on display.

The opulent silks and satins felt so good against her warm skin.

Madeline gave her a wary look and even Regina raised an eyebrow at her but didn't pause in her work. The middle-aged Puerto Rican woman knew Candice had been initially shocked at the prices she set for her dresses and had acted decidedly cool towards her going forward. Like Candice wasn't good enough to shop in her store. Well, Candice knew how to change that.

"You looked so pretty in that color, you should definitely wear it for your Pageant Show." She declared, setting her handbag and pastry box down on a small stool. "Those cute heels you liked too."

Madeline squealed in girlish delight and bounced excitedly in place. The heels in question were a sea-green pair of stiletto peep-toe sandals with sparkling ankle straps encrusted in verdant rhinestones. They cost nearly as much as Candice made in a week but that seemed unimportant compared with the joyful expression on her daughter's beaming face and the visibly calculating way the spunky Latina dressmaker was re-evaluating her.

"Really Mom, You mean it?" Madeline positively vibrated in glee and Candice couldn't believe she had worried herself so much over this.

Like, sometimes overthinking things just got in the way of feeling good and being happy.

She wrapped her daughter up in a warm hug and giggled when she heard Regina hum in disapproval as she nearly stepped on the low sweeping hem of the long trailing skirts.

"Of course I do, Baby. I just want you to be happy." She cooed and pecked her little girl lightly on the cheek. "Everyone deserves to be happy, right?"

Madeline just nodded mutely into her shoulder and Candice took the moment to enjoy holding her there, admiring all the pretty dresses surrounding them--spotting a slinky red sheath-dress she wanted to try on herself--and basking in the small smile of approval Madam Sentani grudgingly conceded at the heartwarming scene.

Then the sound of chatting voices came from the front of the shop and Madeline peeked her head up over Candice's shoulder to spot the newcomers.

"Britney, Missus Dawson!" Madeline called out, recognising the two beautiful women. "Come see my new dress for the contest on Saturday."

Those names cut through Candice's cheerful mood like an ice pick. Nobody in New Billington's small pageant scene would ever say outright that the young girls and their sniping mothers had a ringleader, but Jessica Dawson and her daughter Britney were definitely the cruel Queen and preening Princess they didn't have.

"Oh, look Britney. It's Madeline and Candice." Jessica commented to her daughter before smiling complacently at the two of them, "Good morning ladies, are you here to pick up your gowns too? Britney picked out hers weeks ago."

Jessica was the dictionary definition of a Pageant Mom. Candice had heard people say dance moms were bad but they hadn't met this grinning she-wolf in sheep's clothing.

She was tall with a tight swimmers body, salon blonde hair that hung far down her slender back and a perfect solarium tan. She looked like someone who had been air-brushed for a centerfold shoot. Her ageless breasts sat high and firm on her chest--Candice didn't know for certain they were fake but a mother in her middle years should have at least a little sag and wobble--her striking face touched up with subtle hints of expensive make-up and she was never spotted out in public wearing any footwear without at least a three-inch heel.

Her daughter Britney was just a younger, blonder carbon-copy of her awful mother. Jessica Dawson liked to remind people that they were constantly being mistaken for sisters and boasted that they shared each other's clothing all the time, being around the same single-digit dress-size. It didn't sound too far-fetched given they were dressed almost identically as they glided their way into the back of the boutique in matching outfits.

Short, white pleated tennis skirts barely reached the tops of their athletic thighs and pale short-sleeved polo-shirts clung close to their shapely chests leaving long expanses of flat, golden midriffs exposed. They even sported those stark-white tennis shoes with impractical sneaker-rubber wedge heels that always seemed ridiculous to Candice even as she eyed them speculatively.

They did make the women's legs look fabulously long.

"We were on our way back from a small spot of tennis. Don't you think Madeline looks nice, Britney?" Jessica said breezily as though she had no more pressing concern in the middle of a workday.

Like, she didn't need to hold down a job or anything, she just floated down the river of life on a luxury yacht made of upper-class entitlement. With her big-shot husband, beautiful daughter, finely appointed three-story home and decadently designer outfits.

"She's just the cutest, Mom. Everybody is going to love her." Britney agreed with a smile as bright and genuine as diamante diamonds.

"But what is this?" Jessica asked bending down to open the pink pastry box with one long manicure finger. "Oh Candice, baked sweets? For shame, you should know better..."

Candice spun away from her daughter and snatched up the cardboard container before Jessica could open it. They were her special cream puffs!

"Mom! I told you before that we can't have sugar at home. Think about the empty carbs." Madeline scolded looking scandalized.

As if her own mother was embarrassing her in front of her fancy new friends. Candice felt a bit hurt as she cradled the small box protectively and then started to feel a bit foolish. They were just pastries for goodness sake.

Then she remembered how divine they tasted on her tongue and how good they made her feel. She didn't have a whole lot to feel good about lately...

"It's nothing, just something I picked up for my team at work." She dissembled as smoothly as she could, then saw the time. "I really need to get back to the office, Baby. Grant will be around to pick you up in an hour."

Madeline's face soured as though she had bitten into a lemon at the mention of her new step-father. Candice didn't want to hear another argument so she just grabbed her purse and hustled towards the door.

"Give my love to Nicholas when you see him." Jessica called after her, "He is such a kind boss giving you time off like this."

Candice sat in her tiny cubical on the third floor of Transdirect Freight Express Pty Ltd licking a stray spot of icing from the corner of her mouth. It was her third creamy snack today and she had to cover her mouth with her hands to muffle a heady moan of delight as she felt the delicate salty-sweet cream filling run down the back of her throat to sit warm and heavy in her stomach.

On the cluttered desk beside her ancient work terminal sat a stack of heavy ring-binders. Each was filled with printed shipping orders and receipts that had to be painstakingly keyed into the horribly out-dated software the company still employed despite it being developed in the last century. The office chair she sat on was lumpy, faded and so frightfully squeaky Candice worried it would set stray dogs to barking outside the building.

This was what she had to work with all day. Small wonder she needed a little pick-me-up to get her through her monotonous nine to five. Worse still, she had only got those scant few hours off this morning on the promise she would still be able to make up the lost productivity by the end of business on Friday.

Today was Thursday and so far it wasn't looking too good for Candice.

The compromise had been hard struck with Nicholas Dawson; the state area manager and her boss. It was no coincidence that she worked under the venomous Pageant matriarch's husband but even then she had needed to invoke his wife Jessica's name more than a few times and highlight the importance his wife placed on the silly beauty competitions. However...

Candice wasn't working at her best.

Oh, she was managing. Slowly crawling through page after dreary page of bone-dry order numbers, customer IDs, shipping addresses and freight manifests but she was also somewhat distracted.

Her skin was feeling all tingly and her scalp itched something fierce. She was seriously considering a change in body-wash as she pulled at her modest blouse and tugged at her sensible gray office skirt trying to get comfortable. Her smart jacket was already thrown over the stiff back of her chair after it had begun to feel too restrictive and her black leather flats were kicked off under the desktop.

Candice suspected she was having a reaction to the... the... what was it called? The smelly stuff they put in soap. That had to be it because she could feel it over every inch of her prickling body.

That or maybe her laundry detergent because her clothing was bothering her too.

She had shaken her frizzy brown hair out of the strict bun she usually wore it in to let her nails really get in there. She sighed in relief as she scratched then pulled her fingers through her long locks of dark hair to prevent any tangles from catching. It felt good to finally get some alleviation, sooo~ good!

She needed to get back to work but as the tickling in her hairline subsided her nipples started to ache. They had been slowly growing sore all morning and now were rubbing painfully against the inside of her bra with each vigorous scratching motion of her upraised arms. Worse still the underwire was beginning to press uncomfortably into her fleshy breasts no matter how she pulled and shifted the cotton undergarment.

She was bitterly aware she was putting on weight and gaining a true mom-bod but this felt more like an odd swelling as she furtively slipped a hand into her bra-cup to...

"Oooooh..."

The low sound whispered past her parted lips as her fingertips accidentally brushed over a stiff, engorged nipple in her attempt to rearrange things. It was so sensitive to the touch and her body immediately responded on its own volition, sending a shock of pleasure across her blushing skin. She immediately broke out in an exhilarated rash of gooseflesh across her chest, neck and shoulders.

Biting nervously at her bottom lip she glanced about surreptitiously. She had the top four buttons undone so her simple white blouse was open all the way down to her navel, clearly revealing her a lot of her plain bra and the gentle swell of her modest cleavage. None of her fellow wage-slaves had seemed to noticed anything and she did have her back to cubical opening...

Feeling a bit adventurous Candice slipped her fingers back over the tight, tender raspberry-sized nipple and gently pinched...

"Ooomph!"'

The blissful wash of sensation was unmistakable. It lanced from her stimulated peak like lightning to run down her arching back and ground itself in her twitching loins. Candice was panting a little, waiting for someone nearby to question the lewd sounds coming from her tiny workspace but all she could hear was the tip-tapping of dozens of typing keyboards and the rumbling of a distant photocopier.

Her fingers trembled, desperate to chase that ebbing tide of pleasure and her fat stocking-clad thighs started the shift, rubbing smoothly together. Goodness but her clothing was feeling constrictive in all the wrong places! Candice thought she had best tidy herself up in the bathroom and then she could properly get back to work.

That was what exactly she needed to do!

Try as she might, Candice couldn't get the top two buttons on her blouse buttoned up over her heaving, swollen breasts.

The third floor offices of Transdirect Freight Express Pty Ltd only had a single disabled toilet. The company didn't employ anyone with a disability that Candice had ever met but the Federal Equity Act of 2010 stated employers had a duty to accommodate disabled employees by providing appropriate facilities for their needs.

Not that Candice was cognoscente of that particular piece of legislative minutia as she sat on the closed toilet lid, leaning way back with her widespread legs propped up over the support handrails on either side of the porcelain bowl and was trimming desperately at her thrilling, exposed pussy.

It had begun right after she had locked the door behind her and started pawing at her chest again.

Unbuttoning the shrinking shirt had revealed a startling surprise; Candice had tits!

Well, of course she did but Candice--much like her poor under-endowed daughter Madeline--had been a late bloomer in life. The largest her cup-size had ever reached was a modest C and that had been during breastfeeding. Then they had deflated back to a flat sort of B-cup with baby-ravaged nipples and even that amount had begun to sag.

Not now though, Candice had stared in the bathroom mirror at some proper perky handfuls sitting like ripening fruit upon her skinny chest and spilling out the top of her small bra. It had been a struggle to get the back clasp unfastened, it had been pulled quite tight under its new weighty burdens.

Said undergarment was now discarded over the washroom sink as Candice tried to keep her happy mewling noises to a minimum.

Her gray skirt was bunched up around her waist and her white blouse hung completely open. It dangled off one bare shoulder as she painted eager circles over her thrumming clit with her thumb and dipped long wet fingers between her glistening folds. Her other hand was tugging insistently at a stiff nipple, pulling at the tit-flesh and making her shudder in carnal delight.

She had worn pantyhose today--she didn't know why, stockings were way hotter and totally more convenient too--but she had torn the crotch out of them, badly laddering the nylon in her primal, animal need to get at her aching hot pussy.

"Mmmmmnph!"

The gusset of her large, respectable beige panties were pulled to one side and that was a good thing too as she squirted the proofs of her pleasure across the plastic lid of the toilet. Her hot juices ran across the cool white surface and began leaking onto the tiled bathroom floor.

Candice had stuffed a hastily balled-up wad of toilet paper in her mouth earlier when it became quickly apparent that she couldn't keep her own voice down. Her nostrils flared, dragging in much needed oxygen as the rest of her body went boneless and limp in the wake of the soul-shattering orgasm.

She just sat there, splayed out in the spacious stall for a few minutes to catch her breath and collect her thoughts. Touching herself had never felt that good before and she had to giggle at the revelation.

She; boring old Candice had just masturbated in the office bathroom. It sent a naught chill up her spine. What if she had been caught, what would people say? What would Grant say? She suddenly wanted to describe her daring behavior in loving, vulgar detail to her new husband, that would break him out of his cool, clinical shell. Then he would fuck her naughty lil' pussy until she howled!

Getting unsteadily to her feet Candice straightened herself up as best she could in front of the mirror.

Her hair was tousled but in that sexy-messy fashion and hung down long over one milky shoulder. It didn't seem as frizzy as she remembered and was it maybe a shade lighter than before? Candice dismissed that as wishful thinking as she wiggled her tight office skirt down over her wide hips.

It still didn't sit right with a tendency to ride up her thick, soft thighs when she walked but that would have to do for now. Her bra was practically useless now, so she dropped it in the waste bin and tied her no-nonsense blouse up under her fantastic new knockers for support. It left her little muffin-top exposed and her fat nipples still tented the garment but Candice couldn't do much about that and was beginning to enjoy how it felt when they rubbed against the thin fabric.

Giving herself a winning smile in the mirror she left the bathroom and almost tripped over a gangly young intern pushing an overburdened mail cart down the narrow office hallway.

"S-sorry miss..." he stammered as his eyes widened at the sight of her, "Are you okay?"

He couldn't have a day older than eighteen, the same age as Madeline. He was cute with scruffy brown hair and a cherry blush creeping across his young face as he eyed her up and down in surprise. She blew him a kiss before sashaying back to her cubical, putting some extra sway in her big hips.

"Just fine, Cutie. Thanks for asking!"

She twiddled her fingers in a playful wave over her shoulder. She heard him gulp audibly at her retreating rear-end and giggled quietly to herself.

She was feeling happy and just having some harmless, naughty fun. It was such a welcome change that she almost skipped her way back to her dingy little desk, enjoying the long, confused stares her male co-workers locked on her as she flounced and bounced her way back into her crumby workstation.

A yellow post-it was stuck to the center of her monitor screen with three simple words and a name scrawled on it in black marker ink.

Come see me - Nicholas

Without thinking, Candice reached into the pretty pink pastry box and fished out a single, small cream puff.

She wondered what the boss could want before popping it in her mouth and letting out a long, loud prolonged groan of pleasure.

"Ohmyooomph!"