Trust Machines - Debbie Does Whatever #123

The video feed starts.  The view is puzzling as it looks like Debbie is standing on her bed, except there's a piece of wood in the way.  When she waves and leans in to blow a kiss at the camera, perspective reasserts itself.  She's tiny, not even two feet tall, and standing on a stool in front of her computer desk.

“Hi everyone!” chirps Debbie in a high-pitched voice.  “Welcome to another evening of Debbie Does Whatever.  At least, as long as it's doll sized.”  She giggles and spins around giddily on her perch.  Her body isn't quite stock.  While her skin is it's usual soft pink, she has a mass of fuschia tentacles where her hair should be.  As she turns, her buttocks are revealed to be not only larger than normal, but sporting nipples as well.  A long flesh-toned tail swishes over the top of her red thong bikini, the only clothing she's wearing.

Debbie crawls onto the desktop, and peers at the chat pane.  “Cute?  Yeah, I can live with cute.  So do you want this little cutie to show off her favourite trick at this size?”  She reads further and grins.  “You do?  Cowabunga!”

She runs off the desk, kicks off the stool, and goes flying across the room to land on the bed.  She bounces on it like a giant trampoline.  “Whee!   Being tiny and strong is a hoot!”

Debbie drops off of the bed, and is out of the main camera's view for a few seconds before she can be seen climbing up onto the stool again.  “Whew.  This show is going to be one heck of a workout.”

She reads the latest comments and grins.  “Did I keep my...  Yeah.  I did.  I even kept it all day today, hidden away.  Felt soo deliciously deviant.  Wanna see?”

Debbie waits and watches with a teasing grin on her face.  “Are you sure?”

Another chorus of positive replies scrolls up the screen.  Debbie curtsies elegantly, then starts to unreel an improbably long tongue out of her mouth.  First she licks her nipples with it.  Then it twines around her body as she turns around, and makes a show of clumsily doing the same to the nipples on her bubble butt.

Debbie mumbles around the thick monster in her mouth, then swallows most of it and grins.  “Best bodymod ever.  Even more than the tail, 'cause I can hide it from everyone.  Except you guys.”  She sticks her tongue out again, waggles it at the camera, then slurps it up.

“But enough stupid people tricks.  Time for the FedEx box.  Gina, if you please?”

A  transparent pink hand reaches into the camera's view, holding an envelope.  Debbie looks at the comments and grins innocently.  “What?  You've seen Gina's hands for a dozen shows now.”  She spins in place, showing off her body.  “And her handiwork, too.  No request too strange, I don't know what I'd do without her.”

As if nothing was the matter, Debbie tore open the envelope.  A sequined green bra drops onto the desk in front of her.  “Tut, tut.  Looks like it's just a teensy bit too big for me.”  She holds it up, and can hide both breasts behind a single cup.  “I don't know... maybe as a toga?”

Debbie wraps herself up in the bra.  It looks hilarious, and she laughs along with the comments.  “A hat?  That's so crazy it just might...”  She perches one cup on top of her head.  It's so big that it covers her face to her chin, and the second cup drapes over her bum.  “Nope.  I just don't think this is going to catch on.”

Another comment catches her eye.  “Oooh!  It would make a cozy bed.”  She sets it down on the stool, and curls up in one cup.  She has to tuck her knees up against her chest and curl up tight, but she fits.  Debbie tugs the other cup over her, and disappears inside the bra.  Loud mock snoring is heard for a few moments.

Debbie's head peeks out, as do two hands.  It makes the bra look like a turtle shell.  “You guys have to try this.  Way cozy.  If I was half this size, and staying small all night, I'd totally sleep in Elliott, here.”

At a gesture, the clear pink hand brings another package into view.  Debbie takes it, and grins at the camera.  “What?  You sound like you've seen a ghost.  How odd.”  She opens the package, and a long purple ribbon tumbles out.  “Oooh.  Now this will fit.  Nice choice, Tina.”

Debbie lets her hair play with the ribbon, and by the time it’s done the ribbon is tangled every which way through the mass, and still has long tails hanging down.  “Hm.  Not working.  Let go, guys.”  She fights the ribbon out of her hair-tentacles’ grasp, and straightens it out.  Then she wraps it around her chest under her breasts, and back again to criss-cross between them.  “Gina, sweetie?  Could you give me a hand tying this off?”

Debbie steps to the edge of the camera’s view, and two translucent pink hands emerge to tie off the ribbon.  They get Debbie’s hands into the knot as well.  Debbie giggles and squirms.  “Hey, that’s not what I...”  The hands nudge her back toward the middle of the camera’s view.

For the first time, we hear Gina’s voice.  “Dance, sweetie.  Give them a show.”

Debbie bows toward the off-camera presence, then puts on as good a show as she can for her fans, given that her arms are bound behind her back.  Lots of wiggling, lots of high kicks, and some fun with her tail as well.  She bows as she finishes, then trots back to the edge of the camera view to have the ribbon untied.

“Anything else?” Debbie asks.

A pair of handcuffs falls out of the next package.  “Huh.  Hula hoops?”  Debbie tries, but they’re far too heavy and fall quickly.  The enormous double-ended dildo in the following package just makes her laugh.  Gina reaches into the camera’s field of view to stand it on end, stabilizing it from the top.  It’s slightly taller than Debbie herself.

“Well, Jared... this probably isn’t the two-girl performance you wanted, but I hope you have fun,” says Debbie with a cheerful grin, before she starts a grinding pole-dance against the immense latex pillar.  She does the best she can with it, but it’s hard to get a proper pole-spin going when it’s almost as thick as you are.  Eventually Gina’s hand lifts the pole up, and Debbie with it.  She clings on as the dildo rises, then flips back down to the desktop and sticks the landing.  She bows and turns to Gina.  “Anything else?”

A shoebox lands beside her with a thud.  Written on the side is ‘Is Treads’.  Debbie grins.  “Oh yeah, him.  I felt an anagram of his requested screen name fit better.”  She hefts the lid off, and flips it aside.  Then she hops into the shoebox, and hefts one of the shiny black stiletto heels from within.  It’s not quite as big as she is, but close.  She sets it on the desk in front of the box, and hops back out of the box again.  Then she hops into the shoe.  With her legs slightly bent, her rump just fits where her heel should go.

“This is comfy!” she declares, but it’s pretty obvious it’s not.  She’s being squeezed tight by the sides.  So she squirms back out again, using the shoe as a prop in an impromptu little dance.  A come-hither gesture summons one of Gina’s hands to lift the other shoe out, and set it beside the first.  Debbie paces around it, wiggling her rump and tail as she ponders it.  “What shall we do with this one?”

Debbie looks up the screen, and her eyes go wide.  “Seriously?  I...”  She picks the shoe up, examines the heel.  “Maybe.  Gina made me extra-durable, and one other thing that helps.  So what the hell, let’s give it a shot.”

Debbie drapes herself over the other shoe.  It doesn’t look especially comfortable, but she doesn’t complain.  She wriggles and squirms, maneuvering the tip of the other shoe’s heel until it’s right between her legs, then tugs sharply upward.  “OOOoooh.  Oh, Gina, you didn’t tell me...  God, it’s stretching so goooooood.”

The tiny woman continues to grind against the heel until there’s a soft cough from off screen.  “Ten minutes, Debbie.”

Debbie yelps, and lets the shoe fall.  “Oooh.  Wow, time flies.”  She stands up, and gestures to Gina to take the shoes and box away.  “Okay.  This is the moment you’ve all been waiting for.  Gina, come on out.”

The nude woman that steps into the camera’s view matches the hands.  Her bubblegum pink body is perfectly transparent – the bed behind her is only slightly distorted by her curves.  The way she bends light makes it hard to discern her features, but she’s definitely well endowed.  Her hot pink eyes are striking as they’re just about the only part of her that is opaque, and the entire orbs can be seen through her flesh.  Her rose red lips are opaque too, though that could be lipstick.

Debbie waves at her, and her hand ends up pointed at Gina’s crotch.  There’s another pair of lips there, ones that match her mouth exactly.  “Say aaah.”

Gina giggles, and her lower lips yawn open to reveal pearly white teeth.  Debbie quickly checks the comments, and grins.  “Don’t worry, the teeth are as gooey as the rest of her.  Come on, let’s show them my favourite trick.”

Gina hands Debbie a pair of ping-pong balls, and Debbie feeds them one by one into those lower lips.  Gina turns from side to side, and both balls can be seen very clearly through her transparent flesh.  A moment later she bucks her hips, and one ball after the other is sent flying.  One goes wide, but the other pings off the edge of the camera.

“Good shooting!” crows Debbie.  “Bet that gave all of you a show.”

“Running out of time, Deb,” notes Gina.  “Are you ready?”

Debbie licks her lips, and with her tongue, that is really a sight to see.  “I...”  She stares up at Gina’s face, and takes a deep breath.  “Let’s do this.  They’ve been asking for it for ages.”

“Are you sure?”

“Fuck no.  Get started before I chicken out.  Now!” barks Debbie.

Gina scoops the tiny woman up, and lifts her to her face.  A gooey tongue flicks out and presses up between Debbie’s legs.  The little woman writhes in Gina’s hands.  “OH!  Yeah!  Deeper!”

Gina grins, and her mouth gapes wide.  She tucks Debbie’s feet into her mouth, and pushes the tiny woman in so that her tongue has more access.  Whatever she does then makes Debbie thrash with pleasure, so much so that when Gina starts to swallow Debbie doesn’t even seem to notice.  Deeper and deeper into Gina’s gullet she goes, moaning her pleasure all the way.  Even when those glossy red lips close over her head, Debbie can still be seen thrashing about.

Gina winks to the camera, then tilts her head up and swallows.  Debbie slides down her clear throat, slithering deeper into Gina’s body until she comes to a halt between Gina’s breasts.  Debbie manages a brave smile at the camera, and waves to her fans.  A moment later, her body starts to dissolve.  Within seconds, her flesh is gone, leaving only a skeleton behind.

Gina gasps in shock.  “DEB!  Oh, Deb what did you...”  She shoves a hand into her chest, but it’s far too late, it only stirs the bones and accelerates the disintegration of what’s left.  Gina pulls back a stump and stares at it in confusion.  There’s no sign of Debbie.  Gina’s body is once again as perfectly transparent as it was when she stepped into view.

“Well.  I hope you got what you wanted.”  Gina reads the comments for a few seconds, then shakes her head.  “I thought I was just going to swallow her for a bit.  I’m as shocked as you guys.  Oh, don’t get too upset.  She’ll be OK.  In three, two, one...”

Suddenly Gina isn’t in front of the screen any more, and Debbie is there, full size.  Beside her is a familiar looking guy.  Both are nicely dressed, Debbie in a long red dress, and Gary in a suit.

“Did that hurt?” asks Gary urgently.

Debbie takes a moment to orient herself, then shakes her head at Gary.  “I’m fine.”  She turns to grin at the camera.  “That was crazy!  But also way more fun than I expected.”  She gestures at Gary while still facing her audience.  “So.  The worst kept secret of the show is finally out.  My assistant Gina is actually...”  Debbie stares at the chat pane.  “Look at...  What?”

She turns to look at Gary, and sees that he’s on one knee and holding up a box.  He opens it, and there’s a ring inside.  “What?” is all she can manage.

“Debbie, will you marry me?” asks Gary.

Debbie’s eyes grow even wider, then they acquire a wicked gleam.  She turns back to the camera.  “So, guys and gals, what do you think?”

Gary kneels there with an unwavering grin, stealing peeks at the screen while Debbie reads.

“Hm,” she says at last.  “I’m seeing about 40% yes...”  She waits a bit, turning to Gary to savour his expression.   “And 60% Hell Yes.  You guys rock.”  She leans down and kisses Gary fiercely.  She draws him up to standing while still kissing, and when they break free she answers him.  “Oh hell yes.”

Debbie is bouncing in place while Gary puts the ring on her finger.  Once it’s settled she reaches out to the camera to show it off to all her fans.  She blows them a kiss, then grabs the green bra and drops it over the video camera.  “G’night.”

The video may be dark, but the audio is still on and the giggles and moans and creak of the bed makes it quite clear what is going on.

The chat carries on:
[Jenny] Do you think she meant to leave the premium cam on?
[Roger] I sure hope she doesn’t think to turn it off.  This is hot.
...
[Jenny] Mmm...  Oh I wish...
[Roger] I know what you wish.  You wish you were that condom.
[Jenny] *blush* Mmmmaybe.  Think they’d go for it if I asked?
[Roger] Probably not.  But I would.  Ship yourself over here, and I’ll put you to good use.
[Jenny] Seriously?  I mean, we sorta met on the show, but I don’t really know you...
[Roger] You will if you do it!
[Jenny] I...  What the hell, my weekend’s free.  Send me your address.
...
[Jenny] We live in the same city!  Heck with FedEx, I'll get Fantasy Escorts to drop me off at your place.  See you in an hour.
[Roger] Awesome!