Trust Machines - Debbie Does Whatever #100
A video feed turns on, to reveal the smiling face and upper body of a well-endowed redhead with short hair and cute half-rim glasses. Her face is just slightly on the pudgy side of pretty, but still lands at ‘cute’. She’s wearing a sheer top that does little to hide the shiny red bra hiding under it.
“Hey guys and gals, it’s that time again. Welcome to another evening of Debbie Does Whatever, where you, my loyal subscribers, get me to do whatever you like. Tonight is extra-special, because this is my one hundredth episode. Thirty four weeks since a sociology project slash dare turned into... well,” Debbie spreads her hands wide, showing off her chesty figure and sheer top. “This.”
Debbie leans closer to the camera, letting it and her audience have a good look down into her cleavage. “Want to know a secret? ‘Debbie Does Whatever’ didn’t originally mean ‘Whatever you ask’... When I picked it I was thinking ‘Whatever it takes to pay my tuition and stay out of Mom’s basement’. So now you know. It’s the kindness of strangers such as you that keeps me on track. One and a half terms to go! Thank you all.”
“OK, enough maundering. I’m sure you’d rather see what’s in the FedEx box tonight. Remember, if you want your items back after I’ve worn or used ‘em, make sure to include a FedEx return label... you special guys in the gold tier excepted.”
Debbie pulls a series of padded envelopes out of a box that’s just off-camera, and shows off several cute bras and a pair of panties. “Well. Looks like we’ve got some pretty stuff to model for you folks. Let’s see what the top requests are so far...”
Debbie glances at the chat pane just to the right of the camera and grins. “Looks like ‘lose the top’ is the most popular at the moment, so...” She stands up, taking a few steps back so that the camera gets her full body. She’s no stick figure, that’s for sure. But when she starts dancing and teasing with the top, her belly wiggles fetchingly. It’s obvious this girl has some belly-dancing experience, and she can put on a good show.
The bra comes off pretty quickly after the top, but while she’s turned away from the camera. Debbie dances offscreen for a moment, though not out of view of a second camera, causing the lower-tier subscribers to fuss until she returns wearing one of the donated bras.
It takes the better part of an hour before she finally works through all the bras and the panties, having done all kinds of gymnastics up to that point. The mini-cam that can snuggle in between her breasts has seen a workout, too, though only the upper-tier subscribers get to see that feed.
“I saved one special package for last, something from our perennial regular, Gary. He asked that I wait until now to open it. What’ve you sent me this week, hmm? I hope you’re recording this Gary, I’ve missed you in chat.”
Debbie rips the envelope open and her eyes widen. “Wow. Well, you guys are in for a treat tonight. Gary, you’ve outdone yourself.” A complex arrangements of deep purple straps and clear crystals dangles from her hands. She takes her time putting it on, and once she’s done it’s truly impressive. The straps hide little, serving more to frame and augment her figure. The crystals dangle from the straps in strings, draping like beads of dew on a spider’s web.
Debbie turns to the mirror and stares at herself for long moments, ignoring her audience. “Oh, Gary... it’s beautiful.”
Debbie starts to dance, the crystals tinkling in time to her swaying. It goes on for several minutes, and the chat goes quiet as her audience is entranced.
Then the spell is broken. The top vanishes, and instead there’s a guy standing right next to Debbie. He’s not the beefiest of specimens, though it looks like there’s more than a little muscle on his wiry frame.
“Gary? What the fuck?”
“Surprise.”
“What? How?” Debbie still can’t believe her eyes.
Gary just spreads his hands and grins. “Got a friend to change me in a Venn Machine.”
“Oh... Wow. Now get the hell out of my bedroom!” Debbie charges after him.
Gary’s quick, and manages to evade her grasp for at least a minute, but eventually he’s out the door and it gets slammed behind him.
“Bloody Venn Machines,” Debbie mutters as she sits back down at her desk. “I suppose you all thought that was hilarious.”
Debbie pouts, ignoring the chat at first. “I’m so bummed I don’t get to keep that top. So beautiful...”
Once she finally looks at the chat again she starts to laugh. “Yeah, OK. It was kind of funny. But I’m not going to do Gary as he is now.”
“Turn him into panties?” Debbie reads. “You want me to Venn him into something... Huh. We got a Venn Machine here just last week. I could... actually do that. What should Gary be?”
Suggestions poured in.
“Hey Gary! You still out there? Ah fooey, I think he’s gone. Still...” She turned back to the screen. “He isn’t the first to get himself shipped to me, am I right?”
A slow trickle of comments makes Debbie shake her head. “Geez, guys. You should have told me. I could have had *so* much more fun with you. Just no turning back while I’m wearing you, OK? That’s not cool.”
Dozens more requests start to pop up on the screen, and Debbie’s eyes widen. “Well. I think I can make this work. Standard rates if you just want to be on the show. Anyone willing to chip in a little extra will get special treatment. Still interest...”
Debbie stares at all the comments. “Wow. OK. Looks like we’re going to have some fun. I’ll put rates up on the forums tomorrow. You guys are the best.” She leans in to give the camera a good look at her boobs, then blows the screen a kiss. “G’night!”
The video goes dark. The comments and forums, however, are active well into the night.