Trust Machines - Debbie Does Whatever #111
Debbie’s face appears as the video flicks on. It’s recognizably her despite the deep purple skin, and hair that is a blue that verges on black. Her eyes are brilliant blue orbs, glowing against the dark of her features. As she pulls back from the camera the skin colour shows itself to be an all-over thing. More notably, she has three breasts instead of the usual two.
“Hey guys. Tonight’s body is based on a suggestion from Mary. I’ll start a new forum thread tonight and pick a random body from it for next time, so be sure to post what you want to see! But try to tone it down, hm? Anna, the friend of mine who’s doing these changes for me reads the forums too. You guys are sick, perverted puppies. Most people would be put off by that.” Debbie flashes an extra-wide grin that shows a startling number of needle-sharp teeth. “But not me. Unfortunately... Anna got kind of squicked out by the stuff some of you have been asking for.”
Debbie sighs. “I think she’s going to bail on us. I hope I can find someone more open-minded soon.”
“But enough of that. Let’s show off what this body can do.” Debbie dances away from the camera, flaunting the black triple-cup bra she’s wearing under her usual sheer top, and showing off her extra-flexible spine with some back-breaking bends. Her spade-tipped tail flicks and swishes as she dances. The top drifts to the ground as she returns to the camera, and a flick of her tail sends it flying toward the bed against the far wall.
“I’ve got to say, I love having a tail. I think that’s four times running, now? I found myself missing my tail when I was walking around in my normal body yesterday. If I could, I’d have a tail all the time...”
She reviews the early comments, and grins. “Sounds like this body’s a popular one. Seriously, though, if I have more than three or four boobs what am I going to do with ‘em all? It’s hard to find clothes that fit. My regular bras just don’t work. Luckily one of them changed with me, or I’d already be naked, and none of you want that...”
Debbie laughs as the chat pane explodes with denials. “Patience, patience friends. We’ll get there. Probably sooner than later, you randy rascals. So what first? Some dancing, or whatever’s in the FedEx box? I peeked, there are at least four of you in there...”
“OK, OK, box it is. Let’s see who’s first.” She closes her eyes and reaches off-screen. The envelope she holds up has a post-it note with a big ‘James’ written on it. She tears the envelope open, and out tumbles a pretty teal swimsuit. “Hm. I don’t think James really suits my skin tone tonight. But I will swim some laps in him tomorrow morning.” She skims the note that came with it. “Tut, only three days. I’ll have to ship him out tomorrow by two. Guys, if you really want some flexibility, take the plunge and change for a month. You know I’ll send you back on time. Assuming that’s what you want...” Debbie flashes the camera a wicked grin.
She sets the swimsuit aside, and pulls another envelope, this one labelled ‘Horace’. Her eyebrows rise when she finds another one piece swimsuit in jet black. “Huh. Weird coincidence. Guess I’m doing a bunch of laps tomorrow.”
The next one is ‘Roger’, and yet another one piece swimsuit, the same cut as the others, but this one in fire engine red. “Seriously, you guys. Did you plan this? I’m going to be so wiped tomorrow...” She holds Roger up against herself, and admires the colour. “Though... Roger’s pretty stretchy. Want to see if I can wear him like this?”
Debbie scans the comments for a bit, then nods. “OK. Roger, I hope this doesn’t feel too rough, but I need to do a little bit of impromptu tailoring. For the tail.” Debbie giggles at the wordplay. “Feh on all of you, I thought it was funny.”
A couple snips later there’s a passable tail-hole. Debbie ditches the three-cup bra and her panties with another wiggly dance, then makes big production of wrestling her way into the bright red swimsuit. It’s very snug over her chest, flattening her outer breasts but letting the middle one jiggle a little. Debbie dances like that for a few minutes, then shakes her head. “Nope. Just not doing it for me. What about you guys?”
“Cut it off? Wow. You guys are hardcore. But it won’t hurt, and this could look cool if I do it just...” Debbie picks up the scissors again and starts cutting. “So.” At that word, the top fails dramatically, tearing off her body and flinging itself just past the camera. “Foo, missed.”
“Well, so much for Roger, I hope he had as much fun as I did. Only two sets of laps tomorrow... I really hope this next package isn’t another swimsuit.”
A shiny green bra falls out of the package labelled ‘Jenny’. “Huh. Whoops again. Still... looks like she planned ahead far enough to have really adjustable straps, so here goes.” Debbie turns Jenny around backward, and adjusts the band until it fits properly. When she rotates the green bra around it cups her outer breasts nicely, but the inner one drapes comically out of the gap in between. Debbie gives it a little wiggle. “What do you all think?”
Debbie watches the screen with a growing grin, bouncing in her seat to make her middle breast flop up and down. “I can do that.” She hops up out of the chair, and bounces around the room to the beat of the tunes in her head, prancing and hopping to make her free breast jiggle and sway. After a minute she sits back down. “OK, that’s fun, but it’s kinda painful too. Sorry Jenny. I’d wear you a little longer, but I’ve got to swim laps tomorrow too...” Debbie checks Jenny’s invoice from the package. “Oooh! You went for it! Folks, we have our second ever one-monther. She doesn’t need to be home for the next week, so I think she’ll be getting a lot of wear the next few days. See? Go for the month, get rewarded.”
Debbie hugs the green bra tight, then sets it aside. “One more item in here. Gary’s sent something special for me to try out.” She hefts the package. “Feels a bit heavier than usual. At least this time I know it’s not Gary, he’s been active in chat.”
She pulls an enormous crystal dildo out of the package, and licks her lips. “Oooh, Gary! You’ve outdone yourself. This is going to be fun.” When she unwraps the plastic film around the dildo, it seems to almost disappear. “An invisible dildo? Where did you even... This should be fun for all you watchers out there, too.”
Soon after, Debbie is on her bed moaning and pleasuring herself with what looks like an invisible lover. The minicam is on the bed between her knees, giving the paying customers a very intimate view of just how it opens her up.
Chat explodes as Gary counts down from 10, with everyone wondering what he’s talking about.
Suddenly, the dildo isn’t an inert piece of glass any more, and there’s a naked man standing next to her.
“HOLY CRAP!” shouts Debbie as she jumps off the bed. One arm is across her breasts, the other covering her crotch. “What the hell? Gary?”
Gary bows gracefully, but is grinning wider than a Cheshire Cat. “In the flesh.”
“But you were in chat! I saw you!” Debbie complains.
“Some clever scripts. Sociology was only a sideline for me.”
Debbie stomps her foot and puts her hands on her hips, inadvertently revealing everything she’d earlier sought to cover. “Damnit, Gary, you know the rules. No changing back on the show!”
“And you added a platinum tier that says ‘anything goes’. Who is on that tier?”
Debbie starts to laugh. “Only you. Fair point. You can stay. Over there on the chair.” She points offscreen.
Gary heads where he’s told, and a moment later Debbie crosses the room with a long silk rope in her hands. “Just to make sure you’re not going to try anything funny.”
“Would I do that?”
“Hell yes.”
“Hey! That’s tight!”
“I thought you liked it tight.”
Gary’s grin can’t be seen, but it certainly can be heard. “Hell yeah.”
Debbie returns to the camera, dusting off her hands. “Well. We have a Gary. We have a Venn Machine. Last time I think the vote was for panties... what say you this time?”
Debbie giggles as she reads the comments. “Hey, Gary. Want to be some flippers? I’m going swimming tomorrow.”
“Feet aren’t usually my thing... but make it one of those mermaid tails, and I’m game.”
“There we go folks. I’ll be swimming with Gary, James and Horace tomorrow. Maybe after that, Gary can be nice matching panties for Jenny.”
“Sounds good to me!” calls Gary cheerfully.
Debbie leans up close to the camera, giving everyone a closeup on her boobs. “And that’s why platinum tier is the best tier.” She blows the camera a kiss. “G’night!”
The video goes dark. Speculation on the forums runs rampant all through the night.