Trust Machines - Debbie Does Whatever #125

After a week offline, the video comes on.  Instead of Debbie, two contrite looking catgirls are sitting and facing the camera.  Both are wearing black bras and translucent tops.  Their features are identical, and other than a slight muzzle their faces are very similar to Debbie’s.  It would be hard to tell the two of them apart, except that one is purple and one is lime green.

“Hi!” chirps the purple catgirl.  “We’re back.  And in our new digs, finally.”  She waves to the room behind her.  It’s quite a bit bigger than the old dorm room Debbie used to film in, and the bed against the far wall looks like it’s queen-sized rather than a single.

The catgirls read a few comments, and laugh.  “One of us is Debbie,” says the green one.  “And one of us is Gina,” says the purple one.  They look at each other, share a grin, and turn back to the camera and say, “Not telling,” in practiced synchrony.

The purple one reads more comments, then stares down at her hand, then at the green catgirl’s hand.  “Whoops.  Yeah, only one of us is wearing a ring, you got me.  I’m Debbie, and this is Gina.”  She flashes a big ‘I have a secret’ grin at the camera.

“So.  Last episode... we’re really sorry about that.  Trying to do the show with Gary was...”  Debbie sighs.  “Not pretty.  To be honest, I was just going to bail on the whole thing after that disaster.”

Gina puts a fuzzy green hand on Debbie’s.  “I’m so, so sorry.  I had no idea I would feel that way when...”

Debbie leans in and smooches Gina on the cheek, finishing with a lick from an over-long tongue.  “No.  I shouldn’t have.”  She shakes her head, her tongue flopping comically.  “Water under the bridge.  Afterward, Gary got me to turn him back into Gina, and she admitted that she’d had a lot of fun being my assistant.  So we’re giving this one more try, as Debbie and Gina.”  She leans in closer to the camera, showing off her fuzzy cleavage, and whispers conspiratorially, “To be honest, I get along better with Gina than I do with Gary.  It’s weird.”

Debbie sits back, and snuggles up against Gina again.  “So.  Platinum tier is gone, but otherwise we’re here, and taking requests.  What do you want me to do to her?”

Debbie reads, and giggles.  “Oh, I can do that.”  She gives Gina a toe-curling kiss, groping her bottom at the same time.

Gina reads the next question out loud.  “Can we start sending ourselves in again?”

Debbie shakes her head vehemently.  “You saw what happened last show.  No.  We’ll change each other, but...”  She stops due to a green furry finger on her lips.

“No,” Gina says firmly.  “Let’s talk about it.  Here.  Now.  I got bent out of shape over a dildo.  Panties... I might have a little trouble with.  But a dress?  Hair ribbons?  Shoes?  Go right ahead.”

“Really?” Debbie squeals excitedly.  “Oh, this is going to be so great!  Make sure to send yourself in matching sets so we can both wear you.”  She shoots a sly look at Gina.  “Maybe as a pair of bras to wear during the week.”

“Wait... am I going to be wearing bras all week?” squeaks Gina.

Debbie grins.  “I said I got along way better with you like this.  You can work as a girl.”

“As long as our ID cards scan, they don’t care what we look like,” Gina muses.  “One of the team has shown up as a different girl every day of the week for as long as I’ve been there.  Rumor has it she’s actually a guy, but you could never tell from what I’ve seen.  Heck, I could show up as a catgirl and there wouldn’t be a problem.”  Gina starts giggling.  “Can you imagine?”

“Eee!  We totally have to do that.  I don’t have any classes tomorrow afternoon,” gushes Debbie.  “We can meet for lunch and I’ll be your bra the rest of the day!”

“I...” Gina pauses, then grins.  “You know what, that sounds like fun.  Now maybe we should see what the fans want?”

Debbie laughs, and turns back to the screen.  “Oh, yeah.  You guys are still here.  So what else would you like to know?”

Debbie’s eyes widen a bit as she reads the next question.  “How am I going to top being eaten and digested?  Hm.  Chocolate sauce?”  She laughs.  “I have no idea.  Maybe I’ll just do it again, Gina’s throat was the best waterslide ever.  Honestly, I don’t care.”  Debbie bounces up and down, then kisses Gina again.  “I’m in love.  And we still get to do the show!”

Gina gets an impish grin on her face, and leans in close to whisper something in Debbie’s ear.  Debbie’s eyes go very wide, and even her purple fur can’t hide the blush.  “Oh my.  That... mmm, yeah.  We’ll definitely be doing that.  Being even smaller...  But how do we do the egg?”

“You’ll figure something out.  You gave me super-dissolving powers, after all.  Freaked me the hell out, I’m still a little mad at you for not telling me.”

Debbie shrugs.  “It wasn’t exactly dissolving, more... absorbing.  Incorporating stuff into you quickly, so you can turn clear again.  You saw what happened to your lunch.  I figured you knew.”

“Oh.”  Gina ponders that for a bit, then shrugs.  “I guess.  And...” she cuts a sly look over at Debbie.  “It did feel awfully good.”

Debbie licks her lips nervously.  “So you’d eat me again?”

Gina licks her lips lasciviously and unhinges her jaw.  “Yesss.”  She takes Debbie’s hand and swallows it.

Debbie stares in awe as her arm slowly vanishes into Gina’s gullet.  “Oh...  Wish I’d made your mouth bigger.”

Debbie turns back to the screen as Gina keeps going on her arm.  “So.  What do you want...   No, I can’t fit.  But my arm can.”  She reaches up with her free hand and digs the fingers into her shoulder.  After a moment there’s a pop and her shoulder detaches, revealing a flat plane of what looks like purple rubber.  “Detachable limbs.  Gina has the best ideas.”

As Gina continues to slurp down her arm, Debbie turns to the screen once more.  “Mm?  Oh, sorry, it just feels so good.  Tingly.  What’s happening down there, anyway?  It’s like my arm is going all... fizzy.  I didn’t give you super absorption this time.  Just the breathing while kissing thing you asked for.”

Gina holds up her hand in a ‘wait a bit’ gesture, then with one last swallow her throat is once more free.  She giggles.  “Ooooh!  It feels all bubbly.”  She lets out an enormous belch and her swollen belly shrinks noticeably.  “Mmm, much better.”

“How?” asks Debbie, weakly.

“Super-digestible arms.  Yummy, too.”  Gina reaches for Debbie’s other shoulder.  Debbie tries to squirm away from her and it turns into a tickle-fight.  A very sexy and very lopsided tickle fight that ranges across most of the room and somehow manages to cost them every last scrap of clothing in the process.  Debbie loses very definitively when her other arm detaches.

“Alas!  Thou hast disarmed me!” cries Debbie in mock despair.

Gina just grins, and opens wide.  This time she swallows Debbie’s arm shoulder first.  Debbie’s arm wiggles and squirms, and at the end her hand waves goodbye from Gina’s mouth.  Gina plucks the engagement ring off that hand and sets it aside before the hand vanishes.  Her stomach is even bigger than before, making her look more than a little pregnant.

“Bigger?” Gina asks incredulously as she stares at the chat pane.  “You guys are crazy.”  She burps loudly once more, and the belly reduces... but there’s still a significant bump there.  “Sorry.  Maybe next time, if Deb will make my belly extra-stretchy.”

Debbie leans down and gives said belly a cheek rub.  “Oooh, soft.  I could totally go for a bigger belly on you, yeah.  Maybe when we have kids, you can be the mommy.”

Gina squeaks in alarm.  “Me?  Pregnant?”  Her eyes start to glitter.  “Oooh wow.  That...  I really could, couldn’t I?”

“I was...”  Debbie’s eyes go wide at the look on Gina’s face.  “You’re actually serious.”

“I’ve had so much fun with you like this.  And you were right, earlier.  We get along way better like this.  So.  I’ll be a mommy, and you’ll be a mommy, and...”

Debbie flings herself at Gina to kiss her fiercely.  Unfortunately, between armlessness and the element of surprise, the kiss is en passant, and Debbie starts falling.  Gina’s quick enough to keep her from hitting the floor, and pulls her up into a hug and another kiss.  Then she cuddles Debbie beside her and glances to where Debbie’s engagement ring is lying.  “Wait, if I’m going to stay a girl most of the time, shouldn’t I have a ring, too?”

Debbie leans toward the desk, and nearly falls off her chair.  “Whoops.  Can’t do it that way.  Top right drawer, Gina, if you’d be so kind.”

Gina opens the drawer, and pulls out a familiar looking small box.  “So you kept it.”

Debbie laughs.  “This is not the way I planned it all.  But the time is perfect.  Open it.”

Inside is a ring, the twin of Debbie’s.  Gina stares down at it, then up at Debbie.  “What?”

Debbie gets down on one knee.  “Gina, will you marry me?”

“Hell yes!” is the immediate answer, and Gina quickly slips her ring on.  They kiss, and it goes on and on and on.  Eventually Gina notices the chat pane once more.

“Maybe we should pay attention to our fans?  We’re not going to have kids or even get married for... a while yet, yes?”

“Oh of course.  Not just yet.  So.”  Debbie looks to the screen.  “What do you want us to do?  You can ask us to do anything.  An-y-thing.”

The next request leaves Debbie biting her lips.  “Yes, they detach too.  Think you can do it, Gina?”  

Gina scoops Debbie up, and dumps her giggling on the bed.  Then both legs pop off at the hips, and Gina starts to eat one while she puts the other well out of reach.  Debbie wriggles and squirms as best she can while Gina makes quick work of one of her legs, but about the only thing she can move is her tail.

Gina burps loudly once more, and prowls toward the bed.  “Now the question you have to ask, sweetie... is what else is detachable?”

Debbie gasps.  “Not the tail!  Please, not the... ooooh!”  Gina works her way up Debbie’s purple-furred tail, and soon her mouth is at Debbie’s hips.  That maw stretches as wide as it can but it isn’t quite wide enough.  Still, it entirely engulfs the purple catgirl’s privates, and from Debbie’s reaction Gina’s tongue is doing quite the job indeed.

Once, twice, three times Debbie yowls in pleasure, back arching so hard it nearly tosses her off the bed.  Then she slumps, panting, and her head lolls to the side.

Gina slowly works her head free.  Debbie’s tail is still there, but only half as long as it had been earlier.  “Mmm.  She was tasty.  But I think I’ve worn her out.”

Gina prowls up to the camera, gives it a good show of her breasts, and blows a kiss. “G’night.”

The video goes dark.

[Roger] Aww, they got all the cameras this time.
[Jenny] Oh well.  We’ll have to entertain ourselves.  Need any more condoms?
[Roger] Always.  Are you volunteering?
[Jenny] Yes.  No, make that hell yes.  Last weekend was fantastic.  This time, I’m coming as a case.
[Roger] For how long?
[Jenny] As long as you’ll have me.
[Roger] Awesome.