Stalking Chelsea

by Wholeman

Part Three

 

When I came to, three worried faces were looking down on me and someone was patting my hand.

"Barbie? Barbie? Are you alright hon.?" Chelsea's voice came to me.

"My nose hurts…" I blearily answered.

"You fainted," Vixen informed me.

"Paramedics are on their way," Billy announced with his radio up to his ear.

"I'm alright… I just fell down…" I declared, not wanting to cause a ruckus.

"Falling down people don't land on their noses dear," Chelsea informed me, "I've seen enough drunken people pass out on their feet to know that much. Now you just lay still and wait for your chariot."

"Damn, she was doing so well too…" Vixen declared, "Don't worry honey. We'll take care of you."

The paramedics arrived, checked my blood pressure, pulse, and general awareness, "Can you tell me your name, Miss?"

"Barbie Charms," I replied.

"No middle name?" he asked, looking at my social security card.

"Barbie Doll Charms," I answered, slightly annoyed at his need for detail, and remembering what Chelsea had given me for a middle name from reading the ID she handed me earlier.

"Any numbness in your extremities?" he asked squeezing my big toe and then my finger.

"Nope, I felt that fine…"

"One other question. Have you had any recent surgeries?"

"Uh, Yah," I told him.

"Okay, that explains everything. This happens all the time here. Miss, you shouldn't try walking a marathon right after surgery. You need to work up to this much hiking, even if it's been a month or more since your surgery. I don't think you need transportation to the hospital, just transported back to your car. The security guard has a wheelchair all ready, but I want you to breath some oxygen for a while once you're in it," he instructed, "Unless you haven't told me something, or feel you need a hospital?"

"No, I'll just rest and suck down some oxygen," I answered as Billy hoisted me up as if I were an 8 year old and deposited me in the wheelchair.

"You, rest there and no back talk," he ordered with a smile.

I couldn't talk back. The paramedic had already clamped a mask over my face.

That's about the time Steve showed up and declared, "You can't even keep from making a commotion with a security guard following you around can you Chelsea?"

"It's a talent," she acknowledged.

"Technically, Chelsea didn't cause this one… Barbie did," Vixen defended her friend.

"Guilt by association," Chelsea explained.

Steve hugged Chelsea briefly, "Just kidding girl. You know I enjoy seeing you when you're here. Just promise to check in first next time?"

"I promise, and so does Barbie."

I nodded in agreement, since I couldn't do anything else intelligible.

Steve had a package with him and self-consciously brought it out, "Since I have the opportunity, and you are going to be here for a couple of minutes… could I get you ladies to sign my t-shirt?"

Vixen guffawed and Chelsea smiled, "It would be my pleasure, as long as your wife won't be after me for doing it."

"I'll just tell her that the mall was giving away free t-shirt with your signature as a promotion…"

We laughed at his intended subterfuge.

"Hey boss, look what they gave me," bragged Billy, fishing out his photos.

"Nice son… good thing you're single. I'd never be able to explain the pictures to your mother. I'd have to keep them hidden in my office."

"So that's how Billy pulled this assignment," we laughed, of course I was muffled by the mask.

They attached the oxygen tank to the wheelchair and the paramedics told Billy to just drop it off with them after he safely deposited me at the car.

"Who better to look after you than somebody I can trust. Not to mention if he screwed up, he would never hear the end of it," Steve declared, while Billy's eyes rolled upward.

The paramedic butted in and said, "I think we'll loan you this blanket too. Wheelchairs aren't built for short skirts," he reminded everyone.

'Damn,' I thought, 'I forgot to keep my knees together.'

Therefore, that's how I wound up pushed through 'The Mall of America' in a wheelchair, by a security guard.

Back at Chelsea's SUV Billy deposited me easily in the vehicle after taking off the oxygen mask, "Are you feeling better now, Barbie?"

"Just embarrassed down to my toes," I answered.

"Don't be, you were just a little frail. It's not your fault," he assured me.

"We shouldn't have pushed you so hard yet Barbie, but you know how us girls get in a shopping frenzy," Chelsea reassured me.

"Boy do I know that," Billy exclaimed, "You wouldn't believe some of the things I've seen go one in this place over shopping…"

"Well, thanks for taking such good care of me Billy," I offered him my hand to shake, which he took and kissed… the bum.

Chelsea offered him a business card and said, "Here's her phone number if you want to call and check up on her."

He snapped it up quickly and thanked her, while I stared daggers at her.

We pulled out of the parking lot and headed over to the airport, which is quite close to the mall, so it didn't take very long.

"My flight doesn't leave until 5:02," Vixen informed us.

"Well then we can hang out in a lounge and dance until it's time for you to leave…" Chelsea suggested.

"I could pay for the flight…" Vixen suggested, "With you, Barbie, and me in sexy lesbian dancing we could buy a plane…"

We snickered at the thought of us leaving an airport lounge with our pockets full of money. (More likely, we'd be arrested.)

I went to get out of the vehicle, and Chelsea stopped me. Vixen took off with purpose while Chelsea kept me in my seat.

Vixen returned with a wheelchair and blanket, which they insisted I use.

I wound up being the luggage cart as well, with Chelsea pushing me, bags stacked in my lap, and Vixen walking her wheeled bag beside me.

We checked her bags right away, which allowed me to see my way around. The girls were having fun pushing me all over the place, especially places I didn't want to go. We avoided going through security right away, staying in the common areas at first.

When Chelsea and Vixen were recognized, we were forced to escape through the metal detectors.

"Uh, the lady in the wheelchair will have to…" the security guard began.

"It's okay. She can walk for short distances. You can inspect the chair if you want, but it's one of yours," Chelsea informed the guys at the X-Ray machine.

"I'll need your purse ma'am," he informed me.

I handed him the purse and stood up… well, almost stood up. I started towards the floor, once again over-balanced by my bosom.

The security guard had to catch me before I fell through the metal detector, "Whoa there Miss. Maybe we should…"

"Just set her upright. It sometimes takes her a minute to balance at first," Chelsea declared, as she handed over her purse for inspection.

He did as suggested and I was able to steady up and stroll through the detector.

The guards still didn't trust me, because the guard on the other side was there to catch me if I fell. He even held onto me until the chair could be brought around for me to be deposited in again.

I looked behind us in line and saw many men who seemed to still be following us, but I figured Chelsea and Vixen knew what to do and it was probably my imagination.

Once through the security checkpoint, we headed to the terminal area and straight to the Lake Line Pub for a sit down refreshment and to talk.

Once we had our drinks and had started to discuss our shopping adventure, it didn't take long and another round of drinks appeared… and then another. Each time the waitress would tell us one gentleman or another sent them. We had to make the waitress stop bringing them finally, if we had consumed them, all three of us would be three sheets to the wind.

Eventually, we had guys stopping by the table wanting to get autographs, or to date one of us. They even hit on me, even though I figured the wheelchair would put guys off.

The wait Hostess finally came over and offered us a private booth out of sight so we wouldn't be bothered as much.

"Thank you so much. I appreciate your thoughtfulness," Chelsea told her.

"It was a hard decision. We haven't been SRO for a long time. There's even a line-up outside waiting to get in. Does this happen to you often?" she inquired hesitantly.

"Yes, it's the price of fame. You should have seen it at the mall earlier today…" Chelsea told her with a grin.

"Will it be on the news tonight?" she laughed.

"Not the incident in the hallway, but the one in Nordstrom's might. I think I saw some cameras taking video when Barbie fainted," she replied, grinning at the other girl's stunned reaction.

"That explains the wheelchair…" she rightfully determined.

"Hi, I'm Chelsea Charms, this is Barbie Charms and Vixen LaMoore," she introduced.

"I'm Bethany. I just have to ask… are those heavy?" she wondered.

Chelsea grabbed the girl's hand and placed it underneath one of her breasts, "See for your self."

"Wow, they're heavy… and, oh my god… it's all you, under there," she remarked having felt the warmth of the flesh through Chelsea's bra.

"Yes, I'm not wearing a big pillow under my blouse, these are all me," she confirmed with a grin. "And those are all her, too," Chelsea added, pointing to me.

I blushed at the look the hostess gave me. Lucky me, she didn't want to heft my girls too, I've been getting hornier all day and she just might trigger something more embarrassing than her wide eyed look at me did.

I must have been squirming in my chair, because Chelsea spoke up, "Well, it's been nice chatting Bethany. I have to push Barbie into the ladies room. We'll be right back."

'Wow this is weird,' I thought, 'I'm participating in the ritual of the bathroom gaggle.'

Once inside, Chelsea wheeled me over to the 'handicapped' stall and finally let me stand up on my own, only long enough to hike my skirt, down my pantyhose, panties, and park my big soft bottom onto the 'ass gasket'.

'Damn, peeing from my butt is strange,' I sat and thought, while tinkling.

I heard Chelsea from over at the sink call back to me, "Don't forget to wipe, Barbie."

For some reason Vixen thought that was insanely funny and had to sit down on the lounge before she fell down laughing.

I was just glad we were the only ones in the ladies room at the time. (This is so weird, talking about being in the ladies room… and actually belonging in there.)

I went to stand up and nearly overbalanced again, sitting back down hard on the seat with a clang.

Vixen stopped laughing and came running, "Damn, pulling up your pantyhose is going to be tough. If you bend over to pull up on them, you fall on your face. Here, pull them up past your knees before you stand up and…" she helped do as she suggested and I was able to pull up my panties and pantyhose up by bending at the knee instead of the waist.

"Now park yourself back in your chariot my dear and we'll go back out and help keep the place packed until Vixen can fly out of here."

We were back at the booth, (Me at the end in my own chair.) and since we were on the aisle to the bathrooms, there seemed to be many people flying today with weak bladders.

I leaned over to Chelsea after leaving the ladies room and arriving back at our table and whispered, "There has to be a way to make money from all this attention…"

Vixen overheard and suggested, "Pay toilets?"

We all laughed and I said, "I meant for US to make money…"

"That's what I meant. You sit by the door to the men's room and collect the money…"

"I think Vixen would do better collecting the money. If Barbie does it, the guys would be drooling so badly that we'd have to hose her off before I could take her home, not even considering the fact that she doesn't know how to handle guys. We don't want her knocked up. At least not yet," Chelsea reasoned with a smile.

I could feel all the blood drain from my face.

"Wow, Barbie just went pale," Vixen, declared, "What's the matter girl?"

"Pregnant?" I restated.

"Sure, Chelsea said that you were a fertile woman now. That's what fertile means girl," she explained, holding my hand in hers.

"Don't scare the poor woman to death Vixen. She has a Norplant under her skin. She can't be knocked-up for quite some time to come. It would have been irresponsible to have released the poor girl without allowing her time to adjust to being a woman, before she had to adjust to being a mommy."

"That reminds me Barbie, we are going to have to set up house duties when we get home. There won't be many, so don't worry about that. I want us to do them together. Work that's shared isn't work at all," she proposed, "I've always wanted someone to do little things with, it's so much more rewarding."

"I've always liked working better, when I can work with someone else too," I admitted, realizing now how much I liked to spend that kind of time with someone.

"If only my boss could do without me for a while longer," sighed Vixen, "I really want you two to come visit me on the coast. I know how big a welcome I could arrange for you there. I just can't promise you your usual 'Feature Performer' rates at the bosses club, sorry. I can drive you through a redwood though…" she giggled and smiled hopefully.

"I think we can find a way to come visit you, even if we don't get a chance to work your club, hon.," Chelsea promised, "I think that Barbie wants another shot at your fine body."

"I just hate good-byes," Vixen remarked.

Bethany returned carrying small chocolate sundaes, which she deposited in front of us and declared, "The manager sent these with his compliments, and his thanks."

She turned, and I thought she was going to walk away, but she raised a remote control to a TV overhead, turned it on, and made sure it was on the right channel, "I saw them announce on the news that they were running a 'what happened at the mall' report and thought you might like to see it."

"Oh, no…" I lamented.

"Earlier today…" the reporter began, "a crowd formed in the Nordstrom's department store, concerned for the health of one of the shoppers who had fainted. Paramedics were called," here the scene cut to an inserted video behind the reporter, which was obviously filmed with a personal camcorder, "The woman had fallen after having shopped till she dropped," a close up of me lying on my side right after having fallen. "We have it on good authority that the woman was recovering after surgery and had taken to the Mall too hard and too soon after her operation."

More scenes of me being rolled onto my back, huge boobs thrust high above me. "It is unknown what surgical procedure she was recovering from." The reporter gets a knowing grin on his smarmy face. "When paramedics finally roused the woman, she was given oxygen and escorted from the mall by security." Cut to a scene where Billy was pushing me down the hallway in my wheelchair. "There has been some speculation that this was all a publicity stunt arranged to debut a new big busted Exotic Dancer. The presence of Chelsea Charms and Vixen LaMoore, along with the reported name of the fallen woman, Barbie Charms, would seem to lend support to this speculation. This reporter pledges to get to the bottom of this allegation and bring his findings back to you, the viewers."

"Thank You, Gerald… And now a look at the weather…"

"That did it! That son of a…" Chelsea stopped before finishing the thought.

"Isn't that the guy…?" Vixen suggested.

"Yes, that's the jerk that had me hiring the P.I.s that caught… well you know," Chelsea informed us, having indicated me with the nod of her head, "When we found out that guy was a piss-ant reporter, a friendly word from the guys and he backed off… we thought he had backed off anyway."

"He's going to be all over Barbie as if she was covered in honey," Vixen predicted, fretting her hair.

"So much for keeping her to myself. Damn him."

"Does this mean something?" I asked about the broadcast, waving my hand toward the set.

"It means that you are going to have to become part of the business. At least to a minor extent."

"Why should it mean that?"

"You are out in the public eye now. I can't just show you on the web site to members only. Now we are going to have to respond to inquiries. Since you are an unknown, uh… were an unknown, a couple of dozen magazines, producers, agents, and club owners are going to hound us until you will do a layout or two, and maybe some appearances. After the advertisement that news report represents, we are going to be hard-pressed proving it wasn't a preplanned stunt. We can rely on Billy and Steve to support us, behind the scenes, but their employer will order them to stay away from the press and off camera. We can prove it in court if it comes to that. But the court of public opinion will have already made up its mind."

"As an entertainer, you will have a hell of a time getting a restraining order against 'the press' too," Vixen confirmed.

"But I'm not…" I started to insist.

"With that body, and today's video in the court's hands how are you going to prove it? They will assume the only reason for tits that big, is to make money with them. Just as they are assuming you are, a publicity-hound. The reporter we can handle I think. He agreed to stay off my case, due to some things we had on him. He surely thinks that he can go after you and he's not breaking the agreement. He will be made aware however that he is mistaken," Chelsea threatened.

I knew she would do it… I just wondered if I would have a sister in another year…

"I saw that."

"Saw what?" I asked innocently.

"No Barbie, I wouldn't offer to make him like you, an eunuch maybe, but not a woman. I knew that you were a good person at heart, why else would you be so, trusting?"

I was blushing to my toes. 'I have to start wearing a tin foil hat,' I thought, 'Maybe I can screen her from reading my mind.'

"She's not reading your mind Barbie. She only has to read your face. You show on your face what you are thinking. My advice to you is, don't ever take up poker," Vixen advised, "Unless it's strip poker and you want to loose…"

"The voice of experience," Chelsea teased, "You loose all of the time too. I didn't know it was on purpose until now though."

"Okay, you caught me. I'm just an exhibitionist at heart."

One brave fellow came up to our table and asked, "Ah, would you mind telling me where you are dancing Miss Charms?"

I would have thought he was referring to Chelsea, if it weren't for the fact that he was staring at me.

"Ahhhh…" I replied, trying to think fast.

"Barbie is only appearing at www.ChelseaCharms.com for now. She will post an itinerary as soon as her bookings are firm. Such as, yourself," Chelsea replied with a glance at his crotch, saving him from my rapier-like witty reply. (Yah, right…)

He flushed and escaped while his manhood was still intact.

Bethany was doing a quick march to our table and told us, "You guys might want to slip out the back," she pointed towards someone outside, but on his way in with a camera crew.

"Quick Barbie, hand me my laptop," Vixen insisted.

While the reporter was talking to patrons and trying to figure out where we were, Vixen's laptop booted, when it was up, she opened her 'My Pictures' folder and double clicked on a picture.

The reporter had finally spied us and was moving in for the kill… when he noticed the image on the laptop, pointed towards the camera. He skidded to a halt, and bustled the camera crew out of the restaurant. When he returned, sans-camera, he was madder than a hornet in a hurricane, "You told me no one would ever see those pictures!"

"Yes, I did. You told me you would stay away from me," Chelsea accused back.

"I wasn't even going to talk to you," he returned.

"My image would have been on your newscast, I felt it only fair that yours was too," she stared him down with a squinty-eyed 'Clint Eastwood' glare.

"I'm just trying to make a living."

"Next time, the images go public. The panties and corset go quite well with your eyes, don't, you girls agree?"

Vixen and I nodded in agreement, huge dopey smiles pasted on our faces.

"That's dirty pool!"

"If you don't like the water, don't swim over your head," Chelsea advised, knowing she had him by the testes.

He harrumphed, spun and fled before we switched pictures to even worse ones…

Vixen cleared her screen and powered down her system.

"I think I need a PDA with those on it…" I quipped, trying to break the gloomy mood.

Vixen pretended to have one in her hand, hiding her face, saying, "NO PICTURES, NO INTERVIEWS."

"Yah and the image of him being boned from behind on the PDA…" I added.

"I should have asked him where he found that corset while I had him, it's beautiful," Chelsea added.

We busted up laughing like teenage girls with a secret.

It wasn't long and we had to leave. The manager wouldn't let us pay, so we left Bethany a great tip. If she hadn't warned us, I would have been six O'clock news fodder.

We tearfully said our goodbyes to Vixen and promised to stay in touch. I felt so empty when her plane took off, I cried and had to have Chelsea comfort me. (Damn hormones.)

I was heading towards the exit and back to the SUV, Chelsea at the handles, and pushing me through the crowded airport chatting happily, "I've got you all to myself finally."

We went through the terminal into the parking garage and I heard my cell phone ringing. I reached into my purse, (That feels weird to type…) picked out my Barbie phone, and said, "Hello, Barbie's phone."

"Guess who?" the voice on the other end asked.

"Is this Billy?"

"Why, Yes it is Billy. Do you want to go out and have hot unprotected sex with me," Vixen asked in as deep a voice as she could muster.

"You can't be in San Francisco yet… where are you, calling from?"

"I'm calling you from the air-phone in the airplane's lounge. I've been entertaining the passengers by stripping, and making a hell of a lot of money. I was calling to ask if you want in on, this gig?"

"I don't think they want to watch a pair of boobs fall down a lot," I sighed.

"Are you kidding? They'd pay big money to see that and you know it," Vixen laughed calculatingly.

"I suppose I do, but my nipples are sore enough from a lady I won't mention's extended gnawing upon them, thank you," I declared mock-snootily.

"Oooh, stop teasing me like that… I'm sitting on this boring flight next to a priest no less," she groaned.

"Maybe you should confess to him. It would be interesting to see his face after you told him what you have been doing for the last couple of days," I laughed, knowing the poor guy would have probably heard it all before.

"Ooh, you're mean. Trapped on a plane trying to hide the bulge in his pants while I confess my sins in all their gory detail… That's just plain mean," she giggled.

"Is that Vixen?"

"Yes, she's doing a lap dance with a priest on the airliner," I told Chelsea, purposely leaving the microphone to the phone open.

"Hallelujah at least she isn't bored."

"I think she's safe. She isn't a teenage boy, so he won't be interested…" I giggled.

I got in stereo, "Ooh that's so bad…"

"But it makes you feel better doesn't it?" I inquired

"Actually, I'd rather be sitting next to a well-hung stud who's drooling down my cleavage for the whole flight. At least it wouldn't be boring," Vixen informed me, "I know you would rather it be Chelsea or some other hot girl, and even though I like girls too, I prefer a stiff rod when I can get one."

"Well, I can understand, intellectually if not erotically. I just wonder if the ticketing agent set you up with the priest to keep from having to hose you down during the flight," I teased her.

"It's a conspiracy. Those…" Vixen seemed to be getting ready to go on a rant, "Ah, the world is against a girl just wanting to have a good time."

"I'll have to take your word for that. I just don't have any experience yet. So far I have been kept really busy," I informed her.

"Lucky girl."

"I suppose so. You have a fun flight and don't do anything I wouldn't do," I told her, but then had to pull the phone away from my ear a little.

"What did she say?" Chelsea urged, having stopped us at her SUV.

"She told me that she sure as hell was going to do plenty of what I won't do, and…" I motioned her to lean over close. When she did, I pulled her even closer and placed a lip-lock on her.

We kissed passionately for a while when I heard somewhere off behind me a female voice say, "Eww gross!"

Chelsea's grin broke our kiss and she said, "Another closed minded prude heard from."

"Yes, can't a girl show open affection to her owner in public, even these days?" I replied with a smile.

Chelsea helped me up into the vehicle and took the wheelchair back.

I must have dozed off, because, when I came around we were on 35W headed north towards home.

"Have a nice nap Barbie?"

"I had a funny dream though."

"Funny ha, ha, or funny strange?" Chelsea asked.

"Funny strange. I'm really weirded out by it," I told her, still reviewing it in my head.

"Well, tell me about it," Chelsea prompted as she drove through traffic.

"I'm kind of uncomfortable talking about this one," I admitted shyly.

"After all we have shared and all I have done for you, you won't trust me with a dream?" Chelsea said, looking hurt.

I heard what she said and I had to think about it very hard. All she had done for me, and what we shared… I reviewed it in my head repeatedly, but I couldn't reach a resolution yet. I did however decide that I might as well talk to Chelsea about it and maybe she could make heads or tails of it.

"I ah… was dreaming about being with… um… Barry, the bartender from Hooters," I admitted, blushing a bright crimson.

"What's wrong with that? He is an attractive looking man, after all," she agreed

"I'm a guy…" I told her, "It's just… making it with another man… and I just woke up with soaking wet panties. I'm still horny even after waking up."

"Oh, I've had that happen to me too. I love how it feels waking up like that… as long as there's someone there to bang my brains out," she happily shared with me. "I wish I could be there for you now, but I think we would crash if I were."

"It's okay, I understand. It's no more frustrating than waking up with a boner," I informed her casually.

"I have always wondered how that felt for a man," Chelsea admitted, "I guess you are the only one in the world who can really answer that. I think it's really special. You probably just dreamt what you did, due to your chat with Vixen at the airport, don't you think?"

"I guess. What bothers me the most is I have never had a dream about another man in my life…"

"You haven't had a uterus before in your life either Barbie. It's only natural for you to feel differently now. You have a completely different chemistry in your body now. Is there anything wrong with you feeling horny for a man?"

"I'm going to have to think on that one for a while," I admitted.

"No pressure honey. If you never like men, that's okay with me. You might wind up sleeping alone when I have a man over, but you can have dates over too."

The idea of sharing Chelsea with a man was a new one to me. She had been slowly opening up new things for me to think about all day. I was somewhat pensive for the rest of the ride home and I think Chelsea knew I needed some time to work in my head alone so she didn't try to chat with me much.

We made it home and I had resolved to show Chelsea how much I appreciated her.

She opened the door to help me step out and I clamped onto her as if for my very life.

"Whoa! What's all this for?" she asked, trying to hang on, since I had my legs around her waist and arms around her neck.

"Thank you for being so nice to me," I told her, tears streaming down my face. (Damn hormones.)

"You're welcome. Now can I put you down? Between my boobs, your boobs, and your weight off the front of me, I'm not sure my back can handle much more," she informed me as she groped my butt.

I let go and she placed me steadily on my feet, "Do you think you can make it in on your own, or do I need to hire in a wheelchair for you?" she teased.

"Nah, I don't need the wheelchair. Could you carry me though?" I proposed, groping her delicious bottom back.

"I don't mind carrying you… piggy back," she laughed, "Then you offset my boobs."

We played grab ass all the way from the garage to my bedroom. She'd grab my bottom and I'd grab whatever was closest, while trying to dance away from her.

Once in the room Chelsea said, "Get out of those clothes now and put this on." Chelsea handed me a scarlet satin negligee to wear.

I took it and remembered in time when I went to drop my panties and hose, and did it by squatting and not by bending at the waist. It was much easier to pull the negligee over my head. I luxuriated in the feel of the shimmering fabric as it shimmied down my body.

"All ready?"

"Yes," I answered, figuring on our having a hot time in bed.

"Good, come on," she led me to the office and turned on the computer and web cam.

"Time to go to work," she remarked.

"Work?" I asked.

"Yes Barbie, you are going to be an internet sensation, no matter what you do now, so we have to get you on the net and have you tell your story of today's events. This way, you have supporters other than your brassiere. You get to have people out there who expound your point of view for you, and all it costs you is being seen in your negligee."

"You're amazing. I wouldn't have thought of this," I shook my platinum blonde head, watching the long hair float about, realizing that I hadn't thought of my long hair once today.

A flood of, "Hi Chelsea," and, "Evening Chelsea," voice and text messages both.

"Hi guys," Chelsea waved, "You remember my cousin, Barbie Charms, don't you?"

A flood of yes and no came through, so she went on, "Barbie was accidentally on the web-cam yesterday, and some of you got a look at her in private. Well today, something happened and she wants to set the record straight. I'm going to let her tell you about it. Go ahead Barbie."

"I'm nervous about this. I haven't done anything like this before…" I began.

There was a plethora of encouragements sent in to me on both media.

"Okay… Chelsea, Vixen, and I went to The Mall of America today…" I went on to tell the story of what happened at the mall and how someone shot a video of the whole thing. Nothing was wrong with that. Where the trouble came in was when a sleaze of a reporter got hold of the video and made an on-air report, accusing me of pulling a publicity stunt, using my name as evidence of this, and the presence of Chelsea and Vixen when I fainted. I included the fact that he told the public that security had to escort me from the mall, when it was just Billy being nice and pushing my wheelchair for me.

There was immediately an inquiry for the name of the reporter, which Chelsea supplied. There were questions of what TV station the guy worked for and what time the piece aired. After a whole slew of questions, Chelsea stopped them and stated, "Now, I don't want anyone to do anything to the reporter, I believe I have handled that, but just in case, we wanted to tell everyone the true story tonight in order to set the record straight."

The replies were very encouraging concerning the reporter trouble, however, after that calmed down I was being hit on by all of the guys. I played along with the men and even let Chelsea expose my boobs for the members of her website.

Chelsea signed off with at statement that I wasn't scheduled to appear anywhere and for the time being, I would be appearing exclusively on her website.

We signed off and I said, "Whew… this is tough work. Do you do this everyday?"

"Yes Barbie, we need to keep up the website and appear regularly for the subscribers, and we have a photo shoot tomorrow so we will have to be beautiful. Come on I'll show you how to keep your face beautiful and you can help me with mine."

"That sounds like fun," I told her.

"Well, after a while it's like shaving is for men. It can get to be kind of a drag," she admitted.

"Even when someone helps?" I asked, batting my eyelashes at her.

"Let's find out," she spirited me into the bathroom and we cleansed each other's faces, becoming quite giggly in the process.

When we were finally done, Chelsea told me, "I knew that it would be more fun this way!"

We bounced into my canopy bed together and fell right to sleep. I wish I could describe us having hot and heavy sex, but we were both bushed after our long day.

**********

Learning the Ropes

Waking up next to Chelsea was such an incredible experience all I could do was stare at the even rise and fall of her chest. Knowing what a genuinely nice person was inside there was even more amazing. I lay there watching her for over twenty minutes before she asked, with her eyes still closed, "Seen enough, or would you rather start the day orgasming?

"Oh, I'm horny as hell, but it's nice lying here just watching you sleep too," I admitted, "I would have started nibbling your nipples half an hour ago, but I thought you could use the sleep."

"Oh, but my nipples so desperately need nibbling…" she confirmed.

I needed no more encouragement than that. I used my tongue to stimulate her nipples, and my lips to tease them. It wasn't quite immediately but it was close, when my pussy started drooling as if I had sprung a leak. Her teasing and playing with my nipples sent me into quivering ecstasy.

We moved on to tongue wrestling and fingering each other to squirming, yearning, edge of orgasmic, desire. After a couple of quick minor orgasms, Chelsea jumped from bed and disappeared into my closet. When she returned she had something behind her back and simply told me to get on my hands and knees, while she came up from behind me.

Imagine my surprise when she invaded me with a large jelly dildo, affixed to the harness she was wearing. I was so wet, and since she had lubed up the dildo, it slipped inside me with very little resistance. I was shocked, then I began relaxing and enjoying the delicious sensation of being filled.

Of course, this wasn't the first time I had a dildo in me, but it was the first time that my lover's hips were driving the dildo. The feeling was altogether different. Chelsea was slamming into my wide backside, clasping tightly to my hips, my huge boobs swinging back and forth while she fucked me from behind.

The thought as much as the act was driving me over the precipice of my orgasm, "Ah... oh… ah… ooh… oh god… ah… oh god… oof… ah god… uuuuuuuuhhhhh!"

I went as limp as a rag doll, but Chelsea didn't stop. She kept a hold of my butt and even though my upper body was resting on my boobs, the steady rhythm of her banging continued.

"Oh, don't stop… oooh… uh… oh… uh… uh… uh…" I was once again riding the orgasmic surf. However, this wave was feeling more like a tsunami. Chelsea changed up her rhythm to keep me from going over the crest. Holding me right at the top of the wave, as it built ever higher. I was squealing and groaning, biting my own hand and twiddling my nipples as if they were a short wave radio and I wanted to reach anyone who would talk.

"I'm going to fuck you straight into heaven Barbie," Chelsea declared as she began her drive for the finish line.

"Uhnghelhouhoofanah!" I screamed, in the well know language of the country of Orgasmia, as Chelsea drove my head into the pillow and my hips nearly flat on the bed.

Chelsea snuggled with me as my mind floated off in bliss.

When I was able to speak again, I told her, "I don't believe that just happened. I never thought I could cum that hard!"

"Mmmm, good… I think you can orgasm like that all of the time honey, now that you're one of the fairer sex," she hugged me, kissing me lightly on the ear.

I stealthily removed her strap-on and put it on. I knew that she was feeling tense and needed a good banging as much as I had. Especially since, she made no objection to my borrowing her cock.

She was so hot I didn't have to play with her steaming pussy long to have her positively drooling for me. I pulled her to a kneeling position as she had me, however I stuffed a couple of pillows under her hips and one under my knees. (I'm shorter than she is. I needed the height to line up right.)

Once I'd slipped my 'manhood' into her, I began to slap my hips to her delicious bottom, leaning into the job ever more until my boobs were resting firmly on her back.

I can't tell you how much it turned me on to have my boobies jiggling on her soft back while my hips pleasured her, her feminine juices covering my mons veneris and running down my thighs to mix with my own. Chelsea's little moans and utterances were making me almost as hot as my latex cock was making her.

She screamed through her first orgasm, going limp only briefly as I continued my onslaught of her luscious butt. Once she was back up on her knees and actively thrusting back, I let go of her on one side and chanced playing with my own nipple.

When Chelsea's yelps of pleasure neared their peak, I was too. In the end, when she screamed out her appreciation, I was her chorus.

We fell upon each other hugging and cuddling each other happily.

After we had smooched and hugged enough, she put us in the bathtub for more soapy fun. What a way to start the day!

We dried off and when I went to put on some sexy lingerie, she stopped me, saying, "Not this morning honey, I've gone without exorcising too many days now, being distracted with you. Now, you too, need to workout everyday with me. Your back and legs need to be stronger, so here, put this on." She handed me a weird looking sports bra, probably custom made for my unique dimensions, granny panties, and leotard, adding, "Your tennis shoes are in the closet. Do you think you can put them on by yourself or would you like help?"

"I always need your help, Chelsea, but I'll try to do as much as I can, on my own," I replied confidently. I put my arms through the straps and noticed that it was a front closing type bra. Looking at the label it said, 'The Enell Sports Bra.' The sales tag that I'd ripped off claimed, 'the Sports Bra worn by Oprah!'

I reefed on the front, squishing my boobs together as hard as I could, but couldn't make the hooks catch. I dove onto the bed, lying on my back, hoping my boobs would flatten out some so that I would be able to make them hook, but to no avail, all the while Chelsea laughed herself into a case of the hiccups.

When Chelsea could finally catch her breath she declared, "I'm coming Barbie. Chelsea to the rescue!"

She sat me up on the bed, slipped the straps off my arms, pulled the band down to my waist, and easily made up the lowest few half dozen hooks. Chelsea shimmied the garment up my torso, until it stopped at the crease under my boobs, and then helped me lift each of the girls into their respective cups, one at a time. Once settled in, she started reefing my tits together and making up each hook individually.

"There you go sweets, you're ensconced in your satin booby prison," Chelsea giggled and stroked one satiny cup.

"God, it's so stimulating being a woman all the time, even though it is so much more work," I confessed, with an overheated blush.

"That's one of the things I like about you, Barbie, you see and feel things that I have grown inured to, having always been a girl," Chelsea tussled my locks good naturedly. "It's fun seeing things the first time again through your eyes. However, now we need to get back to one of those 'much more work things'. Come along my pretty… hehehehe…" she cackled.

She led me to a small exercise room with some weights and a stationary bicycle, "First we stretch, so park your lovely bottom on the floor and follow along." She clicked on the bookshelf stereo and exercise music began playing.

I couldn't believe how flexible I had become. Chelsea had me hook one leg behind my head. However, once I was helpless she copped a feel of my exposed womanhood. I can't complain though, the added stimulation and incentive kept things from being boring.

Once we were, limbered up, Chelsea took to the bike while I was directed to pump pink iron. She had some pink barbells and a chart to show which exercises I needed to do. I was concentrating on lifting the little, but surprisingly heavy weights, and circumnavigating my tits while doing so, when I saw the first flash. I ignored it, since I was in the middle of a set and kept going, when again there was another flash.

"What are you doing?" I asked, not missing a beat.

"Well, sweets, we are going to have to fatten up your portfolio of images on the website, so while I peddle my butt off, I'm going to get some glam shots of you sweating. That's alright isn't it?"

"Hey, I'm just the sex slave here. You don't mind if it turns me on to model for you, and to soak through the crotch of this lovely leotard with my wanton juicy pussy, do you?" I teased back.

"Ooh, good idea… I'll get some close ups of your soaked crotch. You'll have guys spurting their loads as if they were lawn sprinklers," out of the corner of my eye I saw her zoom the camera tightly in on my juicy twat.

The image of her taking the picture and licking her lips only exacerbated my drooling. I started to squirm my bottom end around in an effort to scratch the itch, which although ever-present, had diminished to the back of my mind for the short while I had been exercising.

"I love the squirmy dance, Barbie. These are going to be hot."

I finished-up my rep, was putting back the dumbbells, and Chelsea instructed, "Barbie, slip the leotard underneath your bra while you do the next exercise."

I did as she bade me. The strain of the leotard on my shoulders was evident, while the top of the neckline was trying to shove my boobs into my face. It only became worse when I lay down on the bench to do leg pushes. You have no idea what it feels like to have your inflated chest pushing up until it almost reaches your jaw. It was distracting to say the least.

Things became a little more comfortable when she directed me to, "Pull your leotard down to your tiny waist. Just leave the straps hanging down behind you while you do a few jumping jacks for me."

I only did two when the ripple effect of my girls made me loose my balance and crash to the floor mat.

"Forget the jumping jacks. We can't have you blacken your eyes or skin your knees, therefore, go on to the girl push-ups. You will have to use the bench over there I had made. When you can't bend your elbows before your tits hit the floor, you don't get much push-up in," she informed me.

I looked at it, noticing that the side handlebars would allow me to do push-ups while dangling my tits between them. Of course, it was made so that you did them on your knees and at about a 45 degree angle, which made it less impossible for me.

The flashing kept up and after doing five or six pushups, she directed, "Pop open your bra honey, and let the girls jiggle while you do that."

I unhooked all twelve hooks, all the while, she was still shooting pictures, and once my tits were freed, I started back up with the push-ups, while my chest jiggled and swayed below me. It was so damn distracting and sexy to see boobs dancing all about in front of me, even if they were my own, that my thighs were becoming wet with my desire.

"Ooh, that is going to have the guys filling their jeans with jizzum! Now I want you to stay leaning forwards a bit and taking both hands, massage your diamond hard nipples for me."

Flashes and cooing were abundant while I pleasured myself. I was soaking the vinyl seat underneath me.

"My god, I'm soaking the bicycle seat. You are doing a fine job dear. Now I want you to start your bicycle ride while I do my pink iron pumping," Chelsea informed me as she dismounted the stationary bike.

What she did next astounded me. Chelsea removed the bicycle seat and replaced it with a seat that had a small dildo sticking up.

"You aren't going to make me…" I sheepishly began.

"You bet your sweet vulva I am," she insisted, "I am going to take pictures while you lower yourself down on the seat and then while you ride yourself to a screaming orgasm. Won't you do that for me, please?"

I couldn't deny Chelsea anything before my change, how could I now? I pulled the leotard to one side in my crotch, freeing my dripping wet love lips. I positioned myself above the dildo and took the plunge, ever so slowly.

Chelsea took long shots, close-ups, and even macro-shots, as the probe opened up my love lips.

"Pull up and off again, please. I want to get close-ups. Stop over the top of it for a minute, too. Great, your cunt is drooling down the dildo and coating it with your love juices. This is definitely hot!"

I was trembling with desire by then. I wanted that thing inside me so bad, but I waited until she had the shots she wanted, "Oh, poor Barbie. You really want to ride this bike, don't you dear?"

'Y… Y… Yes, please."

"Well, I want you to barely touch the tip with your lips, and smear yourself open with it slowly. Very nice… now slowly… ever so slowly, move down on it."

I was going crazy with yearning, while she stepped back and took shots of my face, with me biting my lip trying not to scream, and concentrating on the sensations as my nether lips were spread open.

Chelsea took shots of my vulva spread around the seat where I was humping my womanhood against it. She shot my ass as it saddled the seat and it spread me so definitively.

Of course, I couldn't see the pictures until later, I was busy pumping my legs on the pedals and humping my hips against the seat. I felt my unrestrained boobs swaying back and forth wildly as I pedaled and all the while kept my eyes closed, savoring the sensations. My world became the electric arcing of luscious lightning firing throughout my being.

"Wow, your cum is dripping off the seat in rivulets…" she exclaimed, though I barely heard her.

It didn't take long and I was spasming in bliss, while the flashes from the camera went off all around me. It was impossible to distinguish which were from the camera, and which were plasmatic fire dancing through my vision, while I screamed, "Ahh, ooh… ooh… eeh…"

I was turning into a rag doll when I heard, "Keep pedaling Barbie, you have another mile to go."

"But, I have only gone five hundred feet or so…" I whimpered.

"In that case I figure you have nine more orgasms to go…"

I weakly began pedaling, but it took very little time before I was enthusiastically pedaling, screaming, and cumming again.

Chelsea made me go the full mile, even though she had long since gotten enough pictures and gone back to her exercising.

Once I made the mile, and finished off all ten orgasms, Chelsea had me doing back strengthening exercises with her.

I was soaked with girl sweat and cum when we finally called it quits. Chelsea took me by the hand and led me to a hot bathtub full of lilac smelling bubbles.

Once inside the tub, I must have fell asleep, because the next thing I knew, Chelsea was awakening me as she stood outside the tub, (She had been bathing with me.) fully dressed and holding a big fluffy towel.

"Now that you are rested and smelling like a lovely girl, instead of a mare in heat, we need to get you dressed and start the rest of our day," she urged, holding out the towel for me to step into.

She dressed me in a sweet pink cotton mini skirt, white stockings, pink silk blouse, buttoned up the front, slightly over half way, and pink three-inch heels.

Chelsea was wearing a pantsuit, which highlighted her stunning curves and tantalized my senses, distracting me as she sprayed cologne in all the feminine places, cleavage, wrists, knees, and my neck.

"If it's only going to be you and I here today, why the cologne?"

"You are not just getting dressed dear, you are receiving girl training as we speak. Putting on your scent, doing your makeup, learning to dress, do your hair, and how to act."

"You're a great teacher… I didn't feel a thing," I praised her. I have always felt that the absolute best teachers are the ones who teach so well that, you are entertained and barely know that you should be learning, even as you are. You leave class, although you would rather stay, it feels as if you just got there and can't wait until your next class.

"Thank you sweetie, now I think we could use some breakfast," she declared as we entered the kitchen.

We both cut up fruit, shared pieces between us, and when we finished eating, we chatted happily and washed our dishes.

Back to the office area we went. Chelsea had me stuffing videos, picture collections, garments, and many other things that she sells on her site, into packages, which we gave to the UPS guy, when he came and drooled down my cleavage, as I handed him the shipments.

I watched him go to his truck and beat his head on the side, thinking, 'What the hell is he doing?'

Chelsea laughed when I told her, "Barbie, he was just trying to get his mind back on the job after you melted his heart."

"Oh…"

"I think you should answer some of your fan e-mail right now," she recommended.

"I have fan e-mail?" I asked incredulous.

"Yes, I had the webmaster set up your e-mail and prepare some special web material for you in advance. I figured that there would be a lot of interest in my cousin."

"Wow, there seems to be a lot to this business."

"You'll get the hang of it," she encouraged, "Look at this. Our subscribers have gone up thirty percent in the last couple of days."

"Wow, did you make the cover of Gent Magazine or something?" I asked.

"Nah, that was some time ago. The only thing I can attribute it to is you, dear Barbie. Your photo sets are selling well. Your panties and bras are back ordered, and the exercise video I hinted to the subscribers would soon be available, has scads of inquires already."

"Oh…" was all I could answer.

"I'm planning on, working with you this afternoon. I want to put together a couple of dance routines for you to learn, so the videos of me teaching you to dance should be plenty popular, don't you think?"

"How are you getting videos? I've seen your still camera when you take my picture, but I haven't seen a camcorder," I inquired, now embarrassed that guys wanted videos of me naked so badly.

"I have them setup throughout the house. They second as a security system, but I can have them manned by operators over the Internet, so they can pan and zoom them. It makes it less intrusive, and we can get so much more filming done. Nice huh?" she urged with a friendly hug.

"So we, are being spied on even now?" I surmised with a slight scowl.

"No, silly. I control when they are active for use by the camera operators. The rest of the time, they are stationary and simply record without anyone operating them. Either way, only a couple other people have the password to access the video, the Webmaster, my video producer, and my security provider, all whom are trustworthy and friends. I'll let you have the password too. Maybe you can help put together teasers. You should also access the security vids sometimes to catch any interlopers or thieves. That's where I first saw you…" she blushed, but still looked squarely at me.

(Gulp) "You, knew I broke in?" I asked embarrassed that this was the first I knew of being, caught.

"Yes, it is in the files we had on you. I guess you might have a better use for stolen panties now," she sheepishly smiled at me.

"God, why didn't you have me arrested?" I queried, "I could have been in jail for a while, but the sexual predator stigma would have ruined my life."

"Yes, I took that into consideration when we caught you," she admitted, nodding, though her eyes had a faraway look.

I didn't want to push any farther. I was embarrassed and unnerved enough.

"I'll do anything you ask to the best of my ability. I don't have many abilities though. I was mostly a manual laborer before…" I let the statement trail off into nothingness.

"I know, but you're learning," she squeezed my knee sending electric shivers through my feminized body. "Here, you can review the video at this website by inputting this username and password," she showed me on the computer. "I made your username, '1HornyBarbie', and your password, '************', so it will be easy to remember. (Bet you thought I was gonna tell you the real password eh? Not a chance, silly.) Here is where you can make a copy of the video to save on this computer. I know that you can use some of the video type software, since you made yourself some GIFs and MPGs of me. I believe the software you are familiar with, is already installed on this system, so you won't have a long learning curve."

I was following along with great interest. I knew that I would have to earn my keep in other ways than to just sexually pleasure my owner.

"Have you figured out how much money I will have to bring in to compensate you for my upkeep? I want to make you happy if I can," I requested humbly.

"Oh my! You, still think you're my slave, don't you?" Chelsea declared with her hand above her heart.

"Yes… Unless you sold me…" I pouted uncertainly.

"Slavery is against the law sweetie. You are a free person, honey. I'm just giving you a place to stay and offering you a job," she informed me, "You can come and go as you please. If you hate me for what I did to you, you could take all your stuff and leave. I want you to be happy and since you aren't really, built for manual labor anymore, I'm teaching you a trade, so I don't recommend that you leave. At least not yet."

I started to blubber and hugged her to me, my head on her incredible bosom.

"What's wrong, Barbie?"

"I don't deserve a friend like you," I whispered between tears.

"We are going to have to work on your self-esteem Barbie. Of course having fans might help that out. The guys on my site are very eager to chat with you, why don't you log on and entertain them. You don't have to strip or anything. Just chat with them while I take care of a few things," she suggested, and then stood up, hugged me, and left the room.

I sighed and turned to the computer, typed in my password, and brought the system up with the web cam on. I looked into the camera and said, "Hi, I'm Barbie. Chelsea is busy and she wanted me to fill in for a while today. Is that alright with everybody?"

I was immediately, inundated with affirmative responses.

"I know I'm not Chelsea, but I'll try to keep everyone entertained. Does anyone have a question about me, or about Chelsea that I might be able to answer?" I ventured, putting on my friendliest smile.

'How tall are, you?' came across my screen.

"The question was, 'How tall am I? I'm four foot ten and a half inches tall, just a few inches shorter than Chelsea," I told them, after reading which question I was answering aloud.

"'How old am I?' That is just one question you never ask, and a Lady needn't answer," I reproached the questioner, but I did tell them, "I'm over twenty one and young enough to make silly mistakes." I giggled at that answer, knowing it would frustrate the guys.

"'What size bra do I wear?' I don't know actually. They are custom made and the lady who makes them just measures me and later hands me a bra in the style I asked for."

"'What are my measurements?' Let's see…" I said, and then looked around the room and finally spying the cloth tape, Chelsea had. I held the tape around my chest underneath my boobies and announced, "Twenty nine inches," I measured my hips, "Thirty nine inches," and then the measurement that they really wanted, "sixty three inches. However, Chelsea tells me I will be bigger next week."

That brought on plenty of excited remarks from the guys.

"But then, so will Chelsea," I added laughing.

There was a virtual roar over that.

"It's alright for you guys, but I need help keeping these girls up. They keep making me fall on my face!"

You'll never believe how many volunteers there were to help me hold them up, or hold me up in a variety of ways. It was flattering, but I knew the only thing these hounds wanted was to get into my panties. (No, not wear them goofy! I can hardly believe that I'm in them.)

"'Will I show them to you?' They're right here, under my silk blouse," I acted dumb, however I knew what they wanted.

"'Naked?' I'll think about it," what am I saying? I'm actually thinking of showing these horn dogs my boobies?

"'What do I like to do?' Mostly, I like to do Chelsea," I answered with a quick flush.

"'You want to know what color panties I'm wearing?'" I wasn't thinking I just lifted my skirt to look. Honestly, I forgot what color they were, "Pink."

The virtual cheer that resulted hit me both aurally and visually and I blushed up a storm. Only then did I realize that everyone could see my crotch.

"You'd think you guys had never seen a pair of panties before," I rejoindered. "'You, want to know if I'm shaved?' No, I'm not, shaved. I don't have any hair growing down there."

"'Prove it?'" I don't know what came over me, but impishly I pulled my panties over to one side and said, "Is that proof enough?"

There I sat with my vulva bared and not one response came back from the computer.

"What happened? Did you guys faint or did I loose my Internet connection?"

A flood of responses washed over me then.

"Barbie, you're so beautiful." and "Barbie, will you marry me?" and "Oh my God!" and "I'm in love!" etc.

"Wow, you, don't waste any time do you sweetie?" Chelsea softly said in my ear.

I hadn't even heard her come into the room.

"Oh! I'm so embarrassed! I… I… I don't know what came over me Chelsea," I stammered.

She laughed so hard she almost fell down into her chair, rather than just plain sat in it, "Barbie, no need to apologize darling. These guys will be jerking off looking at your lovely smooth slit in their fantasies for months!"

She turned towards the web cam and asked, "Hey guys? Who would be willing to say, pay half again more subscription fees to see Barbies pussy more often? You know she has to make a living to be able to stay in shape and buy pretty lingerie to take off for you. If enough of you say yes, I bet I could convince her to live with me and be on the web cam daily for you."

There was a huge response of affirmatives, although not as great as the one when I showed my pussy.

"All right, I'll even throw in," Chelsea went on in her best 'Ron Popeil from Ronco' sales girl imitation, "Lesbian session with Barbie and Chelsea as an added incentive. But wait, that's not all, we'll throw in free panties for the first one hundred subscribers. Now what would you pay for it?"

I started laughing hysterically, "Gag me with a Ginsu."

"Sorry, the Ginsu promotion is over, no Ginsu knives, no Pocket Fisherman, and no Veg-O-Matics, just boobies and pussies. What am I offered for this sweet pussy right here?" Chelsea lifted my skirt and pulled my panties to the side, again showing my smooth slit to the viewers.

The web site had no typed messages coming in from it.

Chelsea also took notice of this and said, "My, my, it looks like you have all of the guys taking things in hand now Barbie. You have all of your fans masturbating. Good girl!"

She grabbed my head and pulled me into a passionate kiss that had me soaking my panties. She slipped her tongue to me and had me panting like the bitch I now am. She began caressing my boobs and soon I was quivering with desire.

"Too bad they aren't here with us. They could do this," she declared as she slipped her hand into my brassiere.

After making my nipples into diamond hard points, she flipped the girls out of my top, exposing them to the camera.

"I bet every one of them would want to be me right now," she teased as she tongued my nipples in front of them, while I had my back arched, my eyes closed and my tongue licking my swollen lips in rapture.

"Ooh, look at how hard they get when I blow on them!"

"Ughn," I moaned in response.

Chelsea kept stimulating me until I didn't even know my own name.

"I want everyone who wants to watch Barbie orgasm to type in their request, and there had better be enough or I'm going to steal this minx away to her bedroom and finish her off there."

I have no idea how many responses she received, all I know is her hand fell to my vulva, and her finger quickly invaded my labia to increase her stimulation of my clit.

I was mewing like a kitten by then and her ministrations to my sex were making the most interesting splooshing sound as she slipped in and out of me.

I clutched to her yipping and moaning as I soaked my pink skirt and filled the vinyl seat with my juices.

"She's almost there guys," Chelsea declared, increasing the frequency of her diddling.

"Ooh baby, ooh baby…" I chanted.

She finished me off with her tongue stuck down my throat while I spasmed in orgasm, twitching, clutching, and jerking all around the chair and her.

The next thing I was aware of was a lovely, soft nipple presented to my eager mouth. I took it into my puffy lips, sucking and tonguing it for all I'm worth.

Chelsea started to moan softly, so I took more initiative, zipped her pantsuit down all the way between her legs, and began working her sweet snatch with my fingers.

I knew I was doing well when she began to hump my hand. I was too busy trying to keep hold of her big beauties and working her clit that I couldn't do anything to disrobe her further.

Luckily, she wasn't beyond control, so she shrugged the shoulders of her pantsuit from her and squirmed it down past her waist. When her hands were free, she pushed it off her hips and past her butt, snagging her panties as she went.

I now had free and easy access to her sex, since she had kicked her legs free from the garment and became the tigress in bed I have experienced several times before. I was hanging on for dear life as she hugged me to her bosom. She had begun stroking me and playing with my huge nipples in response to the stimulation, I was providing.

I squirmed my face between her boobies, slipping to the outsides to attack each nipple as I came across it.

I was ready to send her over the edge so I squirmed down towards the floor, dragging my tongue down her tummy until I reached her sweet pussy. I started, off at the last letter I had used on her earlier and went on from there. I fingered her love tunnel with my left hand while using my right to spread her vulva as wide as I could.

She reacted as if her hips had springs in them. Her thighs spread wide, inviting me in for close quarter combat.

I decided on a full frontal assault, and using every weapon at my command, I sent her into a screaming out of control orgasm.

I of course, wound up looking like a drowned rat.

Chelsea could only mew softly with her eyes closed.

This was my chance to shine and I took it. While Chelsea was unable to defend her cooze, I went back to stimulating her with intense determination. I was resolute to send her to new levels of bliss, while her fans stared on in incredulous silence.

Chelsea made little moans of protest at first but took only a minute to change her mind about being tongue fucked.

"Oh! My god! Oh! Oh! Oh! My god!" she cried out.

I wrapped my lips around the top of her pussy and sucked on her clit, before going back to my alphabet.

"Aaaah! Oh my god! OhmyGod! OhmyGod! OhmyGod! OhmyGod!" she screamed through her intense, uncontrolled, orgasmic bliss.

Even though she was barely able to move, she snagged my arm and pulled me up to her face for a squirmy tonsillectomy.

Chelsea whispered in my ear, so that the web cam couldn't hear, "You minx! But, oh, god that was good. Screw the web cam, I need to hold onto something for a bit, and you're it. Plus, I don't want to leave my sex unguarded, with you waiting at the door."

I began to hear things coming from the computer. The guys were talking amongst themselves, "Lord, did you see that?", "Like, duh! That has to have been a real orgasm!", "As if a girl could fake cumming like that!", "My wife never cums like that…", after that last there was an extended silence and then the same voice said, "Do you think she's been faking it?"

Immediately after there was a huge roar of laughter from all of the other guys and Chelsea whispered to me, "Yah think?"

I stifled a giggle and she squeezed me tight to make sure it didn't leak out, "Shh, we don't want to make him impotent. A guy needs to feel like a stud, or he won't be worth a damn in bed."

"Don't I know it…" I admitted.

"I'm sorry Barbie. I didn't mean…" she started to apologize.

"Now you shush. I know how you meant it and I am going to need pieces of girl advice like that from now on, so don't be too cautious with me."

"I knew this was the right path to handle you," she stated quietly.

I was curious about what she meant by that, but I knew this wasn't the time or place for it.

"Let's find out from the guys how you did," she finally announced.

Chelsea sat up and pulled me up with her, "Well guys, what do you think of Barbie?"

My ego received a huge boost by the tumult of praise, which washed in from the Internet.

"They still like you best Chelsea," I told her, giving her a hug.

"They better, or I won't let you make love sick puppies out of them anymore," she threatened, while grinning ear to ear.

Chelsea sat up, finally recovered enough and said right to the camera, "Now what would you pay?" and then laughed good-naturedly.

"Now that I have everybody thinking that I'm going to raise my subscription fees, I can put everyone's mind back at ease. No fee increases for the foreseeable future. Barbie will be supported by horny guys buying her, pictures, videos, and undies. Tell all of your friends what a great value you get on our site. The more of you lovely men who subscribe, the sexier Barbie and I can be for you. Barbie and I have to leave and do our delicate washables now, so we'll see everyone later tonight," Chelsea shut down the web cam and checked the online orders to make certain that they were caught up for today.

Chelsea had us bathe again and then we went about the jobs around the house to clean up after ourselves. We wiped down the chairs and seats which were covered in cum, changed sheets, scrubbed the bathroom, washed the dishes, took out the garbage, polished a half dozen high-heel shoes, put away laundry, washed our delicates, (Bet you thought she was just fooling.) vacuumed the rug, and cleaned the pool and hot tub.

After all of that we were both bushed so we felt a nap was in order.

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The doorbell awakened me. Chelsea and I slipped out of bed together, donned our housecoats and fuzzy slippers, and trudged to the front door.

Chelsea looked at the video intercom and keyed the speaker, "Hang tough, I'll be right there."

She opened the door and squealed, "Crystal! Will you be staying for a while or are you just passing through?" She put the taller lady in a booby bear hug.

"Just a layover for tonight hon.." Crystal remarked, hugging her back. She finally caught a glimpse of me and declared, "Holy shit Chelsea! Who is this?"

I was thinking that I would have to offer her a drool towel, but she recovered quickly from her startled reaction, "She's gorgeous!"

"Well, I know you're Crystal Gunns," I replied, moving in for a greeting hug.

"Damn, competition is getting rough out there!" Crystal said as she hugged me back.

"Never fear Crystal. Barbie isn't an exotic dancer… yet. I hired her to be my 'girl Friday'," Chelsea interjected.

"Barbie?"

"Yup," I affirmed, "Barbie Doll Charms, nice to meet you." I offered my hand, which she took.

"Well, let's not leave her on the stoop all day," Chelsea urged and snagged one of her bags.

I tried to lift one but it was too heavy for me, so I settled for carrying her makeup kit.

She lifted the bag that I couldn't and followed along to the room Vixen had occupied.

"What would you like to do now Crystal, eat lunch or take a quick dip in the pool?"

"The pool sounds delicious. Do you have any more of those fruity drinks we can suck on while we swim?" Crystal asked as she began stripping off her clothes.

"No problem. Come on Barbie, let's get our bikinis on," Chelsea stated as we sped our way to my room for our suits.

"What the hell for?" Crystal asked, standing there, buck-naked.

We stopped and I looked to Chelsea for her take on it.

"Good point!" she shucked her clothing right there and the two of them helped be out of mine. (Give me a break! Girl's clothes are complicated and I fall over a lot.)

"Holy shit girl! You shave your pussy close!" Crystal remarked, since she was finishing the job of pulling my panties down and off, which put her face right in front of my slit.

"Nope, I don't shave at all," I declared proudly.

"Okay Chelsea, what have you gotten me into? Is she underage and am I going to wind up on charges if I fuck her until she can't fuck no more?"

Chelsea laughed but saw a chance for some fun, "I'll give you two hundred bucks if you can!"

"That sounds like a challenge to me! Let's get started," Crystal urged as she headed towards the pool as if she owned the place.

Chelsea and I bounced, jiggled, and undulated along after her.

Luckily I'm the slowest so I got to watch the whole show, Crystal's self-assured glide, keeping her bounce to a minimum, and Chelsea's graceful slither, which kept the swing and sway of her chest to a manageable level. The waggle of those two naked butts is best left for angels to describe.

I nearly drowned in my own drool. For some reason I figured that, Crystal and Chelsea were going to try to fuck me until I couldn't walk.

When I caught up, Crystal scooped me up and slowly carried me into the pool with her, "I sure hope you're prepared because I'm about as horny a I have ever been!"

"Eep," I replied.

"Don't let me down Barbie, fuck her into the ground. If you make her say uncle I'll buy you some Booby movies…" Chelsea tempted, "Even one of Crystal's"

"Hell, you make me say uncle and I'll give you a copy of every one of my videos."

"Crystal, I'll give you three hundred if you can out screw Barbie. With incentives like that, you don't have a prayer girl!"

"Oh yah?" she defiantly replied. "Come here little pussy…" Crystal parked my big butt on the side of the pool, shoved her face between my thighs and asked over her shoulder, "Chelsea be a dear and grab some Mai Tais for us? I'm bound to be thirsty after she faints."

Chelsea strolled over to the bar laughing softly to herself.

Crystal wasn't quite the cunnilinctrice that Chelsea is, but she made up for it with enthusiasm. I was left to twiddle my own nipples as she chowed down on my love lips.

It wasn't long and I was spasming on the pool deck, "Uh, that was good… Would you hold me Crystal?"

"Sure, I'll even rock you to sleep hon.," she answered confidently.

Once she had me in her arms facing her, she was mine! I began working her nipples over with my best technique, then I slowly, teasingly slid my nails down her tummy toward her yearning lady lips.

Crystal began making her way towards the shallow end and the stairs, with me pasted to her nipple like a baby Koala. Her progress was interrupted by a minor weakness in her knees when I slipped my little finger inside her.

She made it to the top step and planted her butt on it, leaning back and trying not to dislodge me, while I slithered down her tight tummy to her cooze and began my first grade lessons on her clit.

Every so often, she would spasm her arms out and roll her head back and forth on the deck near the stairs. I had to steady her hips on the stair or she would have dragged us both under.

I kept her on the edge of orgasm for five minutes before driving her into a slam-dunk, torrent of an orgasm, buy fisting her with one hand and popping one finger up her bottom, while writing Z on her engorged clit.

While Crystal panted trying to recover, I kept up my alphabet on into the double letters, AA, BB, and working my little fist for all it was worth.

"No… don't. Don't… No… Don't! Stop!" soon became, "Don't stop! God, don't stop!"

As I brought her back up to bliss plateau, where the orgasms crash over you like a tsunami, and kept her there for a couple of minutes before Chelsea came over and started tonguing her ear.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she kept chanting while holding tightly onto my platinum blonde head.

She came all over my naked boobies and went limp on me. Chelsea handed me my drink, which I gulped at twice, before diving back to tormenting my newest victim.

Chelsea took a big mouthful of her drink and fed it to Crystal slowly while she clung to Chelsea for stability.

"Noooo not again… I can't…" she moaned. Her words may have said no, but the way she clamped her legs around me said yes, yes, yes.

I dove fucked her for a while before going back to squirming my tongue around her love mound.

Chelsea was working on Crystal's nipples and reached over to get my attention, handing me a vibrating butt plug, already lubed and ready. I put it to use right away and felt Crystal's pussy muscles spasm around my wrist as it passed the widest point.

"Holy shit! Oh god! No… Uh… oh baby… oooooooh," Crystal was thrashing around like a psycho trying to free herself from a straight jacket. She reached out to play with my tremendous girls and I moaned into her love lips.

That did it. Crystal's eyes rolled up into her head and she orgasmed herself into unconsciousness.

"My heroine," Chelsea hugged me and groped my big soft naked ass.

"Yah sure, but if you don't race me on the wild Sybian, I'm going to sit right here and finger fuck myself. Damn, making other girls orgasm make me horny!"

"Peanut butter makes you horny, sweetie," Chelsea declared, "Come on, let's get you fucked and happy!"

This time I climbed aboard the Sybian voluntarily, and enthusiastically. When I lowered myself onto the pink plastic cock, it felt oh-so-good to be, stuffed once again.

Chelsea still wouldn't let me have the control box, so I was at her mercy once again, "I'm going to masturbate, while you ride Barbie. It makes me so hot watching you cum so much!"

Now I was toast! I'll watch Chelsea fuck herself silly, while she watches me fuck myself silly on the Sybian.

"Ooh, fuck that pony Barbie! Go girl, orgasm yourself into new heights while you watch my steaming hot pussy being stuffed with this rubber cock!"

You have no idea how crazed I was over watching her and being entrapped on the latex cock inside me. I started bouncing up and down on the barrel shaped machine with cowgirl-like zest.

Chelsea gave me a break this time. I only rode the Sybian for twenty minutes before she allowed me to dismount, right into the open arms of the now recovered Crystal, "Holy Hanna! You still fucked yourself like that after you finished me off? That's just not… I mean you can't…" Crystal trailed off, completely at a loss for words.

"Are you ready to go again?" I asked brightly

"UNCLE!" Crystal screeched, holding me away from her, like a baby with a full diaper.

"Cousin… she's my cousin…" Chelsea teased as she retrieved me from Crystal.

I looked at Chelsea bright eyed and asked, "No more fucky-fucky?" and then pouted my lip in disappointment.

"Maybe Crystal has some girlfriends she can have come over…" Chelsea looked at Crystal questioningly.

"Nobody has that many girlfriends…" Crystal declared, diving in for a big hug with the both of us. "Did they get all of that?"

"I'll go check," Chelsea answered, leaving me with Crystal.

"Did she record us again? Two videos and a hundred stills in one day, ah, a busty girl's job is never done," I sighed.

"You had two fuck-fests already today? You been eating Viagra for candy?"

"Nope, I just have constant hornies," I admitted.

"I can see that."

"I'm just happy Chelsea had an opening for a nymphomaniac."

"I have one too. It's still quivering from our last go round," she teased, "I hope to be recovered enough soon for another mattress dance later."

"Oh, now you've gone and done it," I exclaimed, trying to squeeze my thighs together and slow the flow of my rampant girl fluids.

"I better get us dressed or I won't be able to dance tomorrow night. Man, do I feel satisfied," Crystal determined as she took my hand, leading me toward my room. "You, know you cost me three hundred bucks, don't you? *Sigh* A bird in the hand is worth two without a bush… It's going to turn me on thinking about you banging yourself while you watch my videos."

"It's going to turn me on thinking about you, thinking about me, finger banging myself," I countered.

"Ouch! That hurt my head," she complained, "Stop that," and then swatted my ample derriere.

We ran into Chelsea in the hallway, "Yup, we got it and the video came out great."

"You going to send me a copy?" Crystal asked.

"Like duh! You know we worked out the details a couple of weeks ago."

"That was before I got screwed…" Crystal laughed.

"So are you complaining or do you want a higher percentage?" Chelsea asked.

"No, I was figuring that we would have to split it three ways. I mean fair is fair, and Barbie sure earned it," Crystal lightly stroked my breast, once again revving up my motor.

"Oh! Right, well how about a bargain deal then, say… sixty-forty?" Chelsea proposed.

"I'm stealing you two blind, but I won't complain. That video ought to sell as if we were giving it away. I actually orgasmed, no acting and not pretending, that should be worth an award or something," Crystal deduced, "I should make more money in this three-way than I would have in a simple one on one. What a great job. I get to have my lights fucked out and be paid for it to boot."

I looked at Chelsea and she winked at me. I blushed up a storm. Did she know? How could she?

"Hey, Crystal? Do you want to dress my Barbie Doll?"

"God, I haven't played Barbie in…" Crystal started, "Oh you mean… 'BARBIE'. Can I?"

"Please do," Chelsea affirmed, as she bounced on my canopy bed. "Her closet is full of stuff for you to pick from and her lingerie drawers are filled to the brim. I hope you do something unique and daring…"

We played dress up for a few hours and fell asleep together after making Crystal orgasm herself unconscious.

Day broke and all three of us stinky, cum covered girls dove in the tub to splash and play with each other's assets.

The two ladies dressed me in a mini-skirted version of a sun dress. I get to wear a shimmering silk slip underneath so you couldn't see my bottom through the dress.

Breakfast was quick with fruit and milk, and then we piled into Chelsea's SUV to take Crystal to the airport and see her off.

"Chelsea, it's always fun seeing you. Now, you naughty girl, you've made it so that I must schedule frequent layovers in Minnesota when I travel. I have your schedule on my cell phone too, so if I'm in the same area when you're on the road, we'll hook up. Ah… you will be bringing Barbie along with you too, won't you?"

"I have to. Lloyd's of London refused to insure her if I left her home. I can't risk her being stolen while I'm away," Chelsea teased, giving Crystal a great big goodbye hug.

"Well I can see this is going to cost me some, but it's worth it. Especially when I can get my rocks off so well," Crystal hugged her back.

"Don't be giving Barbie a big head now. I need her for support."

"At the rate you two are growing, you're going to need a wheelbarrow for support…" Crystal laughed. "I'm just jealous. I wish I would have gotten string implants when they were available."

I opened my mouth to tell Crystal and heard, "Barbie…" Chelsea shook her head indicating that I shouldn't tell Crystal that she was misinformed. Then she went on with, "You better give Crystal a tremendous goodbye hug for the nice things she said about you."

I dove in for a boob-squishing hug with her. (With boobs as big as ours, you have to let them squeeze to the side to get close enough for a proper hug.)

We waved at her as she boarded the plane and then headed back home again.

Once we settled inside I button holed Chelsea on the bed, just as she was proposing that we do today's exercises, "Chelsea, will you come clean with me now? I know there's something you aren't telling me. I have tried very hard to be the best girl I can be for you. I can't see you coming up with the feminizing thing on your own, so why?"

Chelsea became very pensive and finally said, "You know that when the guys snagged you, you were first knocked out with ether, but they gave you a shot of Sodium Pentathol to keep you out while we tried to figure out what to do with you."

Chelsea sighed really big and went on, "You know what Sodium Pentathol is used for by some people, don't you?"

"They call it 'truth serum'," I filled in.

"I didn't interrogate you, honest. You just sort of started to babble. You were saying how much you loved me and how much you envied me. That got me very curious, so I asked you what you meant by that, and in your drugged stupor you told me you wished that you could be me," she admitted.

"I did what?"

"I was stunned too, so I asked you why you said that, and you told me that you would love to be beautiful, busty, dainty, and popular like I am. Therefore, I kept asking you more questions. Throughout it all, you kept saying you wished you were a sexy girl like me. You envied my job, my lifestyle, my friends, and my freedom. I asked you why you didn't go get a sex change and just do it. You told me that you didn't want to be anything but a complete woman. You said it was impossible and that it would cost way more than you had to do that kind of work."

Chelsea paused and looked me straight in the eye, "I have this doctor friend who knew another doctor who really wanted the challenge of making a man into a goddess, and so I checked into how much it would cost. He told me and the report the detectives made on you declared that you had enough in assets to do it. It made me uncomfortable to keep you out so long but I thought it would be best."

"The more drug we gave you the more you talked about being a sexy girl. Well I told you in your drugged state that you could afford it and that I could set it up. You refused."

"I figured that you were just rambling and didn't really want to be a girl. However, you kept at it. At that point, I was very confused. I tested whether you were being honest with your answers and you confessed to everything in the report, and even more."

My jaw was hanging open in stunned silence.

"Um… I recorded everything if you don't believe me…" she offered.

"I believe you, but…" I trailed off.

"But what?"

"I don't believe I admitted those things, even if I was drugged. I'm so embarrassed."

"Don't be. I was fascinated actually. I had to figure out the quandary though. Why wouldn't you do it, if I set it up, if you really wanted it?"

I blushed bright red, but waited for her to tell me.

"I finally asked you that very question and you actually told me. You said you couldn't do it because you would hate to have someone think you wanted to be a girl. Now I was ready to pound my head on the wall, to get this to make sense. You did explain. If someone gave you the excuse that you were transformed against your will, you would be the happiest girl on the planet."

"Your subconscious and I worked out all of the details together while you were drugged. We even came up with the ploy to make you my sex slave, your perfect excuse. You even gave me the exact answer you promised you would, while you were, drugged. It was all very strange, but I was happy to do it for you," Chelsea blushed but pulled me in close for a hug. "Look what a beautiful lady you turned out to be. I'm so pleased with you."

"Thank you Chelsea, I think…" I told her, still latched onto her.

"You and I discussed this for twelve hours while you were sedated. We had to keep giving you the drug to keep you out, but I was so fascinated with your desire I had to keep making sure that this is what you wanted. You assured me repeatedly that it was, and how the life you were leading was so devoid of meaning. I talked it over with doctors, lawyers, and even a minister. The doctors cautioned me, the lawyers advised me and drew up the paperwork, and the minister wasn't much help at all," she snickered at that last.

Chelsea looked a bit uncertain, but she seemed to come to some resolution, "Would you answer a question for me?"

"Sure if I can," I told her, feeling my heart go out to this caring woman.

"Are you happy with what I did now? I need to know if I did the right thing," she looked almost tortured over the whole thing.

I thought about everything that had happened since I had awakened and compared it to my former life, "I think you did the right thing. I'm happier now than I have ever been. Sex is terrific. Living with you is incredible and your friends make me feel so wanted. The fans online make my heart soar, they are so enthusiastic, and I love the clothes you dress me in."

"I'm so relieved! I wanted you to have a lovely life and the doctors were so good at what they did, I'm beginning to think of you more as my sister who never was."

"Well, don't kick this baby bird out of the nest yet. I still have a lot to learn about being a sex goddess," I smiled reassuringly and blubbered happily into her boobs. (Damn hormones.)

 

The End

 

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