Trust Machines - Debbie Does Whatever #128

The video turns on to reveal a green-furred face filling most of the screen.  As its owner sits back into the chair, more can be seen.  She has a bright yellow duck-like bill instead of a mouth.  Cute rounded ears stick out of long green hair that’s tied back into a ponytail with some purple elastic.  The most unusual thing is the dress she’s wearing.  It’s high-collared and has long enough sleeves that only her hands are visible, and those are covered in gloves.  On the desk, off to one side, are two large pieces of eggshell, white with large purple dots.

The initial comments are... not approving.

“Hey guys.  Gina here.  Sorry, I’m used to Debbie carrying the show, but as you can see,” she indicates the purple dress.  “She’s going to be a bit quiet at first.”

Gina reads more comments, and laughs.  “Take her off?  But I only just got to put her... fine.”  She’s not as artful as Debbie, and the dress is both large and heavy, so it takes undignified effort to remove it.  Gina dumps it on the bed, and returns to the camera looking disheveled and only very slightly less dressed than before.  She has a purple choker around her neck, and a purple silk chemise that goes to mid-thigh.  Her purple stockings held up by purple garters go up past the knee, leaving only a narrow band of green fur exposed.  The gloves likewise cover her arms past the elbow.

“So.  With that out of the way, on to the mail...  Seriously?  You want more off?  Fine.  One more item, then the mail.”  Gina grins, and pulls the purple elastic out of her ponytail, and lets her waist-length hair drape around her shoulders.  She shoots the elastic at the wall behind bed, and it bounces off then lands on top of the dress.

“Was that Debbie too?  Yes.  Every purple thing I’m wearing is her.”  Gina lifts up a foot to reveal a fuzzy purple bunny slipper.  “Even these.”

“More off?  Mmm... not just yet.  The show got kinda crazy the last two episodes.”  Gina pats the eggshells sitting on the desk.  “So we decided to slow things down a little, let them cool off.”

“Now... you guys have already started a bidding war on Debbie’s shell fragments from last episode.  Keep in mind they won’t stay shells forever, just for a year.”

Some comments catch her eye, and Gina grins broadly under her bill.  “Yes we set the Venn Machine to a year when setting up for the last show.  Such a huge gesture of trust on Deb’s part, I was so touched.  I was also really tempted to keep her as my little dragonling pet, wasn’t she cute?”

Gina smiles at all the approving comments, and laughs at one in particular.  “No, I’m not willing to sell her off as a pet.  The shells will have to do.  Note that at the end of the year, they’ll probably turn into Deb’s clothes.  Just plain stuff, t-shirt, shorts, bra and panties.  I don’t know which will be in which half, though.”

Gina watches the bidding rise, and grins at another comment.  “Yes.  She was totally naked when I changed her back from a little lizard.  Had to get creative to keep her from streaking the mall.  Hm?  Oh, I wore her home.  That’s what got us here.  She’s worn me, and many of you fine folks, but can you believe she’d never been worn before?  So.  Here we are.  Giving her the full experience.”

Gina bows to pressure from the comments and does another little striptease dance.  This time the slip comes off, fluttering to the bed beside the dress.  She’s wearing a purple bra and purple panties under it.  “Better?” Gina asks innocently.  She giggles at the replies.

“Right.  Time for what mail we do have.  First up, Jewel.  What have you done to yourself, hmm?”  The box she pulls out is a little larger than the usual, and when she opens it a sparkling diamond tiara is revealed.  Gina ooohs delightedly and puts it on.  “What do you think?  Does it suit me?”

Gina sticks her tongue out.  “OK, yes, technically I’m more dressed than a minute ago.  You can still see plenty.  Oh, fine.  One more... no, two more items.”  She does a teasing dance, and the gloves join the other clothing on the bed.

“And now for the big one.  We have two guests here that have asked special permission to change back on the show.”  Gina pulls out a box about the same size as the previous, and opens it to reveal two sex toys tucked neatly inside, with packing foam separating them.  “Say hi to our own Roger and Jenny.  They got together thanks to the show, and wanted to thank us in person.  They should be changing back any minute now...  Let’s have a little fun with them first.”

Gina sets the plastic pussy on the desk, then stuffs the vibrator into it.  She turns it on, and watches the two of them bounce around for a while.  “Um... huh.  That should have been time.  Let’s give them just a little longer...”  Gina checks the time again, then digs through the box for the packing slip.  “Changed at...  Oh!  Time zone troubles.  Come on, folks, this isn’t rocket science, you know what time the show is on in your time zone.  Looks like they’re going to be like this for another hour.  Well, that totally screws up my plans.”

Gina starts reading requests again, and tries to do some of Debbie’s more acrobatic tricks.  The request for the return of the ping pong balls makes her laugh.  “Hah!  I could do so much more, considering I still have some of the features from last show.”

Gina does another striptease, this time losing her panties.  She grabs a double handful of ping pong balls, and feeds them up between her legs one after the other.  Once she’s done with all twelve of them, she’s panting softly.  “I’d forgotten how much fun this could be.  Ready?”

Gina takes aim at the camera, and ping pong balls storm out of her, one after the other, faster than the eye can take it in.  About a third of them hit the camera, and it needs a bit of cleaning once she’s done.

A few swipes with a cloth later Gina can be clearly seen once more.  “There.  Much better.  So did you all have fun?”

Gina giggles at the responses.  “More off?  Geez, you guys never let up.”  She glances at the corner of the screen and yelps.  “Oops!  I’m running out of time.”

The dance that follows has little of Debbie’s artistry but it makes up for it in enthusiasm and vigor.  And in rapid loss of clothing.  The garters go one by one, as do the stockings.  Before Gina can do more, Debbie is lying there on the bed, and Gina’s wearing only a plain white T-shirt and a tiara.

Debbie stands up and grins at Gina.  “That was fun!  Why are you wearing my shirt?”

Gina giggles.  “Sorry.  Ran out of time with a bit of you still on me.”

Debbie prowls over to the camera, leaning in close to give everyone a good look at her naked boobs.  “Hey everyone, did you miss me?”  She nods at the comments.  “Hm.  I think we need to work on Gina’s dancing skills.”  She turns to her sweetie.  “C’mere, you.”

Gina had been hanging back, but at that darts closer to Debbie and tries to give her a big kiss.  Her huge yellow beak gets entirely in the way.  Debbie laughs up a storm.  “Whoops.  Let’s scratch platypus-girl off the list.”

“Fine by me.”

“So where are Robert and Jenny, anyway?  Weren’t they supposed to change back by now?”

Gina points to the pair of sextoys on the desk, still going at it.  “They got the time zone wrong.  I had to improvise.”

Debbie looks around and laughs.  “The ping pong trick?”

“All twelve at once.  God that was fun.”

Debbie snuggles up against Gina.  “I bet it was.”  She tugs Gina’s top off, taking the tiara with it, and then undoes her bra.  “You know what would be even more fun?”  She pushes Gina toward the bed.

“But everyone’s watching!”

“That’s kinda the point.  I’ve been wrapped around that body of yours for hours now, unable to do this...”  She nuzzles at Gina’s chest, stirring the green-furred girl to moans of pleasure.  Gina stops objecting, and wraps her arms and legs around Debbie.

“Ow!” cries Debbie.  “You poked me.  Damn spurs.”  She blinks and looks just past Gina’s shoulders.  “Ooooh.  So shiny.”  She starts grabbing at vacant bits of air above Gina’s head, then gets up and starts pouncing around the room like a catgirl who’s had more than her share of catnip.

Gina gets up to try to restrain her, and gets her boobs soundly honked for her troubles.  Debbie slumps against her, muttering something about “wibbly wubbly” and Gina gently sets her on the bed.  That’s when the convulsions start.

At first, Gina just stares at Debbie in shock, but as the bucking and thrashing grow more violent she starts to fret.  “What did I do?  What do I do?”  She reflexively glances at the comments and sees one that seems helpful.  “OK.  I can restrain her.  I think.”

Gina grabs some of the ropes from under the bed and is just starting to tie Debbie up when she starts moaning in a very familiar way.  Gina continues with the ropes, but Debbie is thrashing less now, just bucking her hips and crying out orgasmically over and over.  Finally, she slumps to the bed, panting softly.  Her arms are bound to her sides with the rope, and she looks down at them.  “What was that for?”

Gina sighs with relief and starts untying the ropes again.  “I thought you were going to hurt yourself.  What the hell was all that?”

Debbie purrs happily.  “Your spur.  I’d heard the Venn Machines won’t do poison, so I tried something different.”

“What?”

“Contact euphoric.  And boy howdy did it work!  What a trip...”

“So does that mean platypus girl is back on the list?” asks Gina with overdone disappointment in her voice.

“Nah.  The beak’s still a pain.  But we could keep the spurs...  Or maybe hinged fangs like snakes.  That could be fun!” exclaims Debbie.

Gina just shakes her head.  “As long as you warn me.  I thought you were having some kind of attack!”

Before Debbie can answer, two new people appear on top of the desk where the sex toys had been going at it, and promptly fall to the floor with a crash.

“Crap!  Sorry guys, we got distracted and forgot to put you somewhere safer,” apologizes Debbie.

A woman and a man stand up slowly, rubbing their backsides.  They have goofy grins on their faces.  “It’s OK, really,” says the short blonde woman.  “We had lots of fun up until that point.”

The well-dressed guy pushes his glasses back up his nose, runs his fingers through his ruffled sandy hair and nods.  “Worth the tumble, I’d agree.”

Debbie grins.  “Cool. Hey everyone, it’s Jenny and Roger.  Say hi!”

Chat fills with comments.  Debbie nods along with them.  “Yeah, that’s a good point, I want to know too.  Was that really as fun as it looked?  I’m tempted to try...”

Jenny and Roger exchange looks, then nod vigorously.  “Hell yeah,” says Roger.  “You should totally try it.  The Fantasy Escort folks that shipped us mentioned a place called Cave of Wonders here for getting shipped back, maybe they could help.”

Jenny gives Roger a playful shove.  “Why let the pros have the fun?  We could totally do that for you guys.”

Debbie looks over at Gina, who seems uncertain.  “Come on, just for eight hours.  What can go wrong?”

Gina shrugs.  “Sounds like fun.  But don’t we have a show to do?”

“Right!  Right.”  Debbie checks the time.  “Actually... no, we don’t.”  She leans in close to the camera to give the folks at home another close-up view of her chest, blows a kiss, and says, “G’night.”

The video goes dark.