His maid dress is soaked in cum. Off to the washing machine he goes!

Angie was standing in front of the washing machine, cleavage squelching with cum and the salty taste of jizz still in his mouth. His maid dress clung to his newly acquired curves, soaked with more of Janet`s sticky swimmers - which was the reason he was here. Three rounds of fucking had left him ****, a thorough cleaning was in order.

The only problem was that Angie had never done his own laundry, and now he had to figure out what program to use. Which, once he'd pulled off the sticky garment, was as easy as reading the label at the back of the neck hole. What wasn't easy was seeing his new, curvy body naked for the first time. Not because Angie hated it, though - it was of course humiliating to feel it jiggle and bounce and jostle with every movement, to know everyone that saw him would see nothing more than an exaggerated sex toy, but if Angie was honest... he loved it.

He loved the way his thick, soft thighs rubbed against his shrunken cock. He loved the way his hips, wider than his shoulders by a few hand's widths, swung side to side with every step. He loved how his gargantuan breasts, his udders as Janet had rightly called them, hung down almost to his bellybutton, nipples rising proudly on their puffy areolas. And everything was so sensitive, so soft, so pleasant to touch and caress. Running his hands over his breasts to gently rub his nipples, Angie's eyes strayed to the washing machine as it spun up the drum.

The rumbling, vibrating washing machine.

If his body had one - questionable - downside, it was being horny literally all the time. Angie would have loved nothing more than having a cock or at least a vibrator or a butt plug inside of him all day, every day. Maybe some other toys strapped to his little boy clit and his not so little nipples. Just humming and buzzing and keeping his arousal at a permanent high.

But as it was, the washing machine would have to do. Rising on his tiptoes, Angie put his nuts on top of the rumbling appliance, humming appreciatively as the vibrations traveled into his stiffening boy clit and then up his spine, setting off little sparks of pleasure in his brain. His nipples slowly stiffened, and Angie laid down on top of the washing machine to press his boobs against the cool surface, propping himself up by his elbows. The femboy's tits bulged out on all sides of his ribcage, pressing against his upper arms, into his stomach, and Angie couldn't lower his head without pressing his face into his own cleavage. This reminder of his new size was almost as effective in increasing his arousal as the slow rumble of the washing machine.

Angie could feel his fat ass quake gently as his boy clit leaked pre against his stomach and the plastic top of the appliance, moaning softly as his eyes clouded over with lust. Legs losing strength the more aroused the femboy became caused his crotch to press harder into the washing machine, and as the drum spooled up, there was only one way Angie's lust could go. His soft tits mirrored his ass, jiggling in place as the washing machine spun, the femboy's thick nipples pressing into the hard plastic top of the appliance as they stiffened ever more.

"Mnnu-u-u-u-u-uh~..." The vibrations from the washing machine gave Angie's moans a strange, buzzy quality, but the femboy still mewled unabashedly as pleasure coursed through his body once more. "Ye-e-e-e-e-sh... Fe-e-e-e-lsh sho-o-o-o goo-oo-ood."

Grinding his hips against the washing machine, Angie felt his tiny dicklet lurch powerfully, wedged between his smooth nuts and his belly. It was barely even long enough for the minuscule glans to brush against the vibrating appliance, but the sensations were still more than enough to sweep the moaning femboy away to ever greater heights of pleasure as the washing machine went through its paces. Biting his lower lip, Angie let his eyes fall closed halfway as he humped his masturbatory aid, voluminous ass cheeks wobbling back and forth with his movements. The femboy's tits, on the other hand, barely moved from where they rested on the washing machine - they were simply to massive, the gargantuan funbags merely rolling a bit where they lay. Janet had definitely gotten her wish with Angie's unwieldy, amazing udders. They were huge, they were fun, and they constantly got in the way even now as the femboy tried to get himself off with the help of a household appliance.

"Hnh... hnhh~... hunnnh~..." Angie kept grinding and humping against the washing machine, crotch slippery with pre, and simply enjoyed the slow buildup as things approached the spin cycle. "Nnfhuuhhnnh~..."

"Seriously, Angie? You're hopeless," Janet chuckled from the entrance to the room that housed washing machine and dryer. She'd taken a shower, a evidenced by the fact her cocks were swinging freely between her toned legs and only a towel covered her boobs. The boobs that Angie had once lusted over, but now couldn't care less. His own were so much bigger and softer, after all, and Janet had something else that was much more worth drooling for. "Have you seriously been fucking the washer for almost two hours? You little fucking slut!"

Angie's reply was cut off by the spin cycle beginning. Not that he wouldn't have been able to talk over the increased noise, but the increased vibrations... The femboy's entire body shook and quaked, soft, sensitive flesh jiggling as Angie moaned on top of the washing machine, eyes almost closed and mouth drawn into a rapturous smile. He didn't even care that he'd lost track of time humping an appliance, all that mattered was his rising lust. He would definitely get off before the spin cycle was over - the vibrations were oh so intense.

"God, you look hot like that, just completely gone, moaning like a fucking whore..." Grinning, Janet leaned on the side of the door, crossing her arms as she simply looked at Angie tumbling ever closer to climax. "Fuck, I wanna bang you so bad, but I think these bad boys are finally done for today... But there's always tomorrow. Tomorrow, I'm gonna ravage you."

"Oh god, oh god, oh gohohoood~!" Angie's asshole twitched at that prospect, and his hips gyrated faster and faster against the rapidly spinning washing machine. "Oh, oh fuck, oh, ouuunh~...."

"Yes, little cumslut, cum for me. Let me see you squirm, moan like a bitch in heat, shoot your cum with that puny little dicklet, all over the fucking washer!"

"Hih, hiah, hgiiih~!" With a pathetic, high-pitched whimper, Angie finally came atop the rumbling appliance he'd ridden to climax, only a few dribbles of cum escaping his trembling boy clit. But the waves of lust rolling through his body were still sublime, almost as good as when Janet fucked him, and Angie panted and quivered as he twitched helplessly, orgasm barely abating as the washer kept going through its spin cycle, heedless of the writhing femboy. "Ooooough~..."

"Heh. I'd ask if I had a rival, but I know how addicted you are to my cocks, Angie. Now, once you're done up there, put your dress in the dryer, and once that's done, clean up all the messes we made. Should keep you busy for most of today."