Stalking Chelsea
                                 By Wholeman

Confession
**************
I couldn't help myself.  Chelsea Charm's breasts were hypnotically 
drawing me to them.  Large breasts have always been my greatest fantasy.

I grew up in a family where the females are all hugely busted, so you can 
imagine my disappointment when coming of age, I discovered that it wasn't 
normal for all women to have big breasts.

I know it is an obsession but I swear I meant no harm.  I just love huge 
breasts.

One day I discovered Chelsea Charms in a magazine and I couldn't see 
those lovely, mouth-watering breasts enough.

I filled the hard drive on my computer with her pictures.  I bought her 
movies, magazines, and brassieres and still it wasn't enough.

Soon I was attending every performance and convention she worked.  I 
took pictures of her every chance I could.  I tried to keep from being noticed too 
much, so she wouldn't become concerned and file for a restraining order or 
something.

I know it was wrong of me, but finally it became so bad that I would hang 
around her neighborhood just to get candid photos of her whenever she left her 
home.

Little did I know that Chelsea had noticed me stalking her and had hired 
a detective to catch me.

One day, while I was covertly waiting to grab some pictures, two large 
men snuck up behind me, grabbed my arms, and slipped a cloth over my face 
with ether saturating it, and I was out like a light in a hurry.

Red Handed
***************
When I came around, I found myself handcuffed to a chair and in the 
presence of my goddess, Chelsea.  She was flanked on both sides by, what I 
assume were the fellows that grabbed me.

The two large guys were looking as if they would like to grind me into the 
rug.

Chelsea's expression was a mix of fright, angst, and concern.

My head felt as if twenty or thirty little men with hammers were busy 
forging anvils in it.  Even so, I was too much in awe to say anything.

Chelsea busied herself with reading through a thick file with pictures of 
me and photo copies of different documents.  Finally she shook her head and 
said, "I really don't know what to do with you Mr. Brickman.  Your stalking me 
has frightened me something awful, but I really don't want to hand you over to 
the police.  With the evidence I have in this file, I am certain that you would get 
some jail time and sex offender status on your record.  However I gather from 
all of this that if I let you go, you wouldn't stop stalking me, even knowing that 
you could go to jail."

Chelsea sighed and shook her head again.

I watched her wonderful chest perform with the motion of her graceful 
movements and reveled in the experience.

Chelsea easily caught my hypnotized gaze.  "Mr. Brickman?  What would 
you give to play with breasts like these any time you wanted?" she asked while 
indicating her breasts with her graceful hands.

My brain went to mush.  I stammered and sputtered my answer, 
"Anything, everything I have, I would become your slave forever..."

"I'm not sure you really mean that Mr. Brickman," Chelsea stated and 
then seamed to mull the idea over more.  "If I have my lawyers draw up the 
necessary paperwork, would you really sign over everything to me and become 
my sex slave?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.  My goddess was offering me 
everything I had ever hoped and dreamed.  I quickly stammered, "Y... Yes, in a 
heart beat!"

I noticed some rather odd looks on the men's faces but I put that down to 
simple envy.

"Well, I apologize for the headache you are going to have, but we are 
going to have you go to sleep for a while so my lawyers can draw up the papers.  
You, are sure that you want to do this, I hope?" Chelsea asked gazing right into 
my eyes.

"Oh yes, with all of my heart," I answered, right before my lights went out 
again.

**********

"Mr. Brickman?  Ely, are you awake yet?" Chelsea asked 

"Yes," I sleepily mumbled.

"We have the paperwork ready for you to sign.  I want you to know that I 
plan on having some cosmetic surgery done to you if you sign this, so you will 
be more appealing to me," she informed me, and then went on with, "The 
paperwork includes some surgical release forms as well as the power of attorney 
you agreed to sign."

"I can't believe you are going to take me..." I stammered.  "If you want to 
make me attractive to you, so much the better!"  I snapped up the proffered pen 
and hastily signed all of the various documents laid out before me where 
Chelsea's lawyer indicated that I should.

Chelsea's lawyer stood, shook her hand, and left right away.

"I am going to tell you some of what I have planned for you, but first let's 
have some tea," Chelsea sweetly offered.

Once the tea was pored, she was sipping hers, and I was sipping mine, 
she began telling me, "Well Ely, I think you should know that I am having your 
work done in Bangkok.  I know a surgeon there that has agreed to take you and 
mold you to my desires."

I was becoming very relaxed, almost giddy, all of a sudden.

"I see that your sedative is beginning to kick in.  It should keep you quite 
happy and content while you travel to Bangkok.  I don't want you to suffer any 
anxiety during your journey," Chelsea brightly informed me, "You aren't feeling 
any anxiety are you Ely?"

"Nope," I blearily answered, and then giggled.

"You go with my aide to the airport.  We have a wheelchair all ready for 
you, so you won't hurt yourself," Chelsea kissed my cheek and whispered, "I 
can hardly wait.  I'll see you when you come back.  It will only seem like a few 
days to you, but it will be quite a bit longer.  Therefore, when you get back I 
should be eagerly awaiting the new you."

I was grinning ear to ear, but for some reason couldn't bring myself to 
say anything to her in return.

Chelsea's aide took me to the airport, loaded me onto an aircraft and that 
is where most of my recollections ended.  Everything became all blurry, fuzzy, 
and came in short flashes, in images, which were incomprehensible to me at 
the time.

Home Again, Home Again
******************************
The next thing I remember is being pushed, from an aircraft, in a 
wheelchair and then transported back to Chelsea's home.  However, even 
though everything was still hazy, I felt wrong.

As I was pushed into Chelsea's house, still in my wheelchair, I heard her 
exclaim, "Ooh good, she's here!  Take her into the bedroom I had made for her 
and move her to her bed."

'What?' I thought, 'Just my luck, I finally get to be Chelsea's sex slave 
and some other girl shows up!  Well, I hope she had me made handsome 
enough to please her... and who knows, maybe she will want to share me with 
another babe.  I always wanted to have two girls at once.'

Chelsea's aide wheeled me into an overtly feminine bedroom.  It has pink 
walls, pink rugs, a big pink canopy bed, a pink dressing table, and a pink chest 
of drawers in it.  Everything in the room is covered in ruffles, lace, and bows.

The aide stopped me by the bed, flipped open the bedding, (Pink satin 
sheet and pillows were inside.) and easily lifted me onto the bed.  I was still 
quite woozy and passed out before my head hit the pillow.

**********

When next I came to, Chelsea was at my bedside smiling at me, and for 
the first time in a while my head was clear.

"Shhh... don't speak yet.  I want to tell you about yourself and why I had 
you made this way," Chelsea took a big breath and smiled saying, "I can't 
believe how well you came out.  My doctor friend said that his graduating class 
this year took a liking to you and decided to make you their class 'project'.  It 
seems that this year he had mostly females graduating and they wanted you to 
turn out even better than I'd hoped for."

Chelsea leaned in closer to my face, which was lying on the pillow and 
continued, "It seems that you were in luck, one of the graduating students 
turned out to be a tissue match with you and she wanted the opportunity to 
make more money and have more prestige.  Females have always been less 
valued in Asian cultures than are the males, so together with her classmates 
they devised a plan to fulfill my requirements and make the lucky medical 
student's dreams come true as well."

"You are going to get a bit of a shock now, so steady yourself," Chelsea 
told me with a devilish grin as she reached out and slid her hand underneath 
the covers of my bed.

My eyes flung themselves open when I felt...  This just isn't possible...  
Chelsea caressed my chest... my big soft chest, of which there was much more 
than I remembered the last time I was aware, and in her home.

"Ugh..." I moaned as her hand swept over the vast expanse jiggling 
underneath her touch.

"Mmm... these feel great.  The doctors did a wonderful job with them," 
Chelsea crooned to me as I quivered.

"If you think this is nice, you need to feel this," she said, as her hand fell 
to my stomach and slowly drifted towards my crotch.

"I..." I started to try to say something, but she placed her other hand's 
index finger across my lips to silence me.

Her hand slowly made it's way to where I expected her to contact my 
cock, but it passed that point and... and... Oh my god!

"Now you understand!  Oh yes, this is your very own pussy.  Not an 
inverted penis, mind you, but a real vulva.  You had a complete sexual organ 
transplant between you and the student doctor while you were in Bangkok," 
she whispered into my ear while she spread my labia with her lovely finger.

Suddenly I felt like she gave me an electric shock down there, but it felt 
so good that I moaned in response.

"They weren't kidding when they told me that they had made your new 
body very responsive and exceptionally easy to sexually stimulate," she 
informed me as she gently diddled my clitoris and spread my pussy juices 
around my yearning mound.

"All during your recoveries between surgeries the student doctors took 
special interest to make you incredibly sensitive to sexual stimulation, they 
would play with your pussy for hours on end, making you orgasm even though 
you were unconscious," she instructed as she continued her ministrations to 
my wet slit.

"They had all been informed that you wished to be my sex slave and what 
the physical requirements I had given to them were.  I asked them to make you 
short, for one thing.  I didn't think about the fact that the average height in 
Bangkok for women is barely over five foot.  They modified your bone structure, 
shrinking you in all directions except for one, your hips.  They spread your hips 
nice and wide.  Apparently, though they had to remove a few of your vertebrae 
and fuse the ones above and below the ones they removed so your back won't 
be very flexible but that should make it easier to support your big boobies," she 
giggled when she said 'boobies'.

My eyebrows jumped up when she said that and she explained, "I had 
them give you string implants just like mine, although they had to give you 
more, because you started with much less.  You have tits as big as mine now, 
so you can look at them and play with them anytime you want, just like I 
promised."

I reached one of my hands up to my chest and wound up with a palm full 
of nipple.  It felt wonderful, but my hand felt strange.  I brought my other hand 
out from under the bedclothes and stared wide eyed at it.  My hand was small, 
slender, and had one inch long pink fingernails.

That must have been the straw that broke the camel's back for me, 
because I fainted right then.

**********

When next I came around, I found myself alone, which gave me the 
opportunity to check out what had been done to me.

I slid my hand down my soft, smooth stomach and encountered my 
rearranged crotch.  I found no hair, just a smooth transition from tummy to 
mons veneris and then over the precipice and there I found... nothing... well not 
exactly, nothing.  I found a cleft between two soft mounds, that when I spread 
my legs farther on the mattress, pulled apart slightly and suggested the opening 
of my new vagina.

I had to explore further.  When I pressed inwards my finger slipped easily 
right between my nether lips.

The thought occurred to me, 'This isn't supposed to be this easy.  A 
woman needs to be stimulated before she is lubricated enough to slip into like 
this.'

I was quite lubricated already I soon discovered.  When I my finger 
stroked back upwards towards my mound, I contacted my clitoris, which sent a 
huge electric-like shock throughout my being.

'Wait, isn't my clit supposed to be covered by a little hood?  Don't I need 
to be turned-on to be touching this?' I pondered, but still slipped my finger 
back into my sopping wet pussy, just to feel the wonderful stimulation.

Strangely, I found the more I rubbed my pussy, the more it felt like 
someone was rubbing my nipples with ice cubes.  I had to move my other hand 
to my closest nipple.  I had no choice.  It almost moved there by itself.

I began rubbing my huge nipples, stroking my pussy, and moaning 
increasingly louder as my orgasmic bliss heightened.  My legs spread wider and 
wider, all by themselves and my hips began to undulate on their own.

I was so wet now, I was sure anyone in the house could hear the splish 
sploosh of my finger banging.  My voice began to add to the racket, but far from 
my old baritone, I now had an almost girlish high pitch to my, "Uh... oh... ooh... 
uh..."

What happened next freaked me out, but I had no way to stop myself.  
My finger banging became, fingers banging, then my whole hand was busily 
working inside my body, and I wanted it farther and farther inside me, as I 
screamed out my first conscious female orgasm.

My hand was firmly shoved inside my pussy and I was still humping my 
wrist when I heard, "Ooh, that was a good one, wasn't it Barbie?"

"Uh... ooh... yeth, stho good..." I chirped out in reply, finally opening my 
eyes to see that Chelsea was sitting in a chair near the head of my canopy bed 
grinning at me.

"I don't know...  Yes, I think that I like the lisp after all," Chelsea 
announced, seeming to come to the decision as she spoke.

"What Listhp?" I asked.

Chelsea giggled and kissed me on the lips, which shocked and thrilled 
me all at once.

"You're silly.  I like that," she proclaimed as she held my face in her 
hand.  "Are you feeling up to some more answers or would you rather hump 
your hand a while longer?"

"Why ith my clittie hard?" I managed to squeak out.

"Oh, that's easy.  The doctors increased the size of the artery supplying 
blood to your clit and Bartholin's glands.  Your clit remains erect and easily 
stimulated.  The doctors knew that you were to become my sex slave, so they 
wanted to make sure you would be enthusiastic.  They made some more 
changes that you will discover soon enough," Chelsea informed me.  "Now, 
would you like to get up and learn your way around or are you still too horny?"

"Ith okay, I wanna get up," I lisped in reply.

"Well, I think you should try on your own first," she suggested, "But I 
might recommend that you take your fist out of your pussy before you do..."

I did as she recommended, eliciting a loud sucking noise, which made 
me blush and Chelsea giggle.

Once I had my hand free, I scooted over to the side of the bed.  My feet 
barely touched the floor, but it was enough, so I pushed myself up to stand.  
Well, I tried to stand at least.  My huge chest overbalanced my tiny body and I 
wound up with a face full of soft pink carpet.

"Darn, I was afraid of that," Chelsea declared as she tried to help me to 
my feet.

As long as she held me up, I was okay.  As soon as she let go and I 
moved even the slightest, over I went.

"I can see we are going to have to do some physical therapy and maybe 
get you a bra with a brace built into it," Chelsea surmised, "At least we need to 
get you to the bathroom.  You probably need to pee after coming so hard."

Chelsea helped me to the potty and had me hold onto the nearby counter 
while she dropped the panties on my baby doll, "Okay, sit Barbie.  You have to 
pee sitting down now, like the rest of us girls."

"Whoth Barbie?" I asked as I sat.

"Why, you are, of course, honey.  I had your name legally changed while 
you were away.  Your full legal name is now Barbie Charms.  Isn't it 
wonderful?"

"Why Barbie?" I just had to ask.

"Well honey, I wanted you to be my real life Barbie doll.  You are going to 
be my companion, my dress up doll, and my girl Friday," she told me.  "Oh 
come now, honey, unclench your butt muscles and let it flow."

I hadn't even realized that I had tensed up and when I relaxed as she told 
me to, I heard the distinctive sound of a girl peeing... uh, me peeing.

I made a motion to stand but Chelsea blocked me and reminded me, 
"You need to wipe now honey.  You don't want to get pee all over your nightie, 
and you don't need vaginitis, so wipe."

She handed me a wad of toilet tissue, which I took and used to wipe my 
featureless bottom.

"This is so kewl!  It's like having a daughter to mentor.  You are totally 
dependant on me now.  You are going to need to know so much about being a 
girl, now that you are one."

"But why did you make me a girl?  Don't you like thex with guyth?" I 
incorrectly concluded.

"Oh, of course, silly!  However, I can have sex with guys anytime I want.  
I have plenty of volunteers for that.  It's a lot harder for me to get a chance to 
play with someone else's huge boobies.  Us big boob dancers usually only get 
together a couple of times a year.  The rest of the year we travel all over.  Very 
few venues can afford to have more than one headliner at a time.  Now I have 
my very own huge boob girlfriend/sex slave," Chelsea explained as she once 
again helped me to my feet.

"Looth like you hath a dependant more than girlfriend," I observed trying 
to concentrate on walking and not on everything else that was jiggling and 
wiggling.

"Okay, you sit here on the corner of the bed and I'll pick out your outfit 
for today," she said as she disappeared into the walk-in closet.

I was still mesmerized by the way, she walks, and how her beautiful 
boobs sway when she moves.  I could feel the baby doll panties moisten as I 
watched her.

When she returned, (And I got a soaking wet panty from watching her 
front side.) she had an armload of brightly colored, delicate looking fabrics 
across her arm, "First thing first, here is your thong and bra.  I'll help you into 
them.  Right now, if you tried to bend over and slip your leg into the panties, 
you would wind up doing another face plant," she giggled at her own silliness.

She slipped off my baby doll and all I could do was stare at the immense 
acreage of boob in front of me, jiggling and wobbling.  Damn, they look even 
bigger from this angle, and God they feel so... indescribable!

Chelsea saw me staring and reached out, to caress my nipple, which 
made me shudder, "Feels nice, doesn't it?"

"Uh..." I half moaned in agreement, biting my lip, eyes closed.

"You think that is nice, wait until you feel how those girls feel when they 
are hugged by this bra."

'Oh my god!  I have to wear a bra now... and look at the size of that 
thing.  Actually, it is somewhat pretty...  What am I thinking?' I thought to 
myself in genuine surprise.

"Yes, I know how much you like the pink bra you bought from my 
website, so I had one made to your measurements," she told me with a grin.

"What if I, don'th want thew be a girl?  Whath if I, run away?" I proposed, 
even though I reveled in being this close to my goddess.

"Well, Barbie Charms has no skills, no money, no idea how to live in that 
lovely feminine body, and no clothes, not to mention, you can't even walk on 
your own yet, so what do you think you would run away to?" she asked so 
logically and sweetly, I felt ashamed that I had suggested it.

"I... I'm thorry... I don'th have...  Whath am I going to thew?" I blubbered.  
I was just sitting there on the corner of the bed with my head hung down and 
big crocodile tears running down my face onto my huge boobies.

Chelsea quickly came over and hugged my face into her bosom saying, 
"There, there, Barbie, everything is going to be alright.  I'm here and we will get 
you on your feet and I promise that you are going to just love your new 
femininity."

"Here I know how to snap you out of this funk.  Come on, you and I can 
have a shower together.  Wouldn't you like that?" she asked looking down into 
my face, which was almost entirely, surrounded with her wonderful boobs.

"Thower?" I repeated with a hopeful sounding lilt to my voice.

"I think it is going to take you some time to get used to the hormones 
sweetie, so yes, I am giving you a treat.  Come on, back to your bathroom," she 
urged while helping pull me onto my feet.

Chelsea had me sit on the dressing table's stool as she pulled her t-shirt 
over her head and then asked, "Barbie, would you undo my bra for me?" as she 
backed towards me.

This was a dream come true for me.  My small hands were trembling as I 
reached out and as gently as I could, began unclasping the hooks on her pretty 
bra.  It took me quite a while, because my hands were not as strong as they 
used to be and seemed clumsier than before I was changed.

"Taking your time and enjoying yourself, aren't you?" she teased as I 
finally unclasped the last and hardest hook.

Her bra nearly leapt from my hands as the elastic force was released.  I 
was proud of myself for being able to hang on to it though.

Chelsea took the bra from me, but asked, "You didn't want to keep it did 
you?  After all, you have plenty of your own now.  However if you want it, I 
think I can spare this one for my new girlfriend."

I didn't know what to say.  I felt certain that the bra I had bought from 
her, was now long gone, along with all of my other things, so I decided that I did 
want it, "Can I hath it?  Pwease?"

Chelsea giggled at me and replied, "Sure, that one is yours now.  You can 
put it under your pillow after we finish."

"How'd you knowth?" I asked realizing that she obviously knew where I 
had kept her other bra.

"I supervised the sale of your things.  I know everything about your 
previous life and about your future life," she affirmed.

By now, I had placed the bra on the makeup table and Chelsea asked, 
"Now, did you want to pull my panties off, or should I do it?"

"YETH," I quickly replied, reaching for her lacy pink panties.  I snatched 
the waistband and with trembling hands slowly drew them down, past her 
inviting cleft, and then down as far as I could take them, which was about, to 
her knees.  My huge boobies stopped me from leaning any farther forward.

"I sometimes have that same problem myself dear.  Don't worry, I can 
shimmy out of them the rest of the way on my own."

My cheeks felt as if they were on fire.  My breath was coming in short 
gasping breaths, and it felt as if I had wet my panties.

"Ooh, I am so glad that you still find my body so stimulating Barbie.  
Your nipples are rock hard and your panties are sopping wet.  If you stand up 
and grab onto the towel bar, with your legs slightly spread, I'll get those 
drenched, lacy, pink panties off your sexy butt," Chelsea declared as she helped 
me to my feet and pulled my panties down.  (God, it's still strange for me to 
write about 'my panties.')

I felt my natural lubrication literally oozing down my leg and my knees 
were shaking so badly that I thought I would fall down and embarrass myself.

"Hmm... maybe a shower wasn't that good an idea after all.  Here, sit 
back down for a moment," she sat me on the makeup table's stool.  She then 
went to the nearby Jacuzzi tub and started running water to fill it.

"This way I won't have to worry about you falling down, and anyway a 
bath should relax you more," she smiled supportively and began pouring 
fragrant lilac bath oils into the running water, "and make you smell deliciously 
in the bargain."

I sat there totally stunned.  I had been surgically altered into a woman, 
given massive string implants, and now I was going to share a bubble bath with 
the woman of my years long obsession.  I wasn't sure if it was a dream come 
true or an unbelievable nightmare.

It wasn't long and the tub was ready for us.

Chelsea helped me to my feet, sat me on the tub edge, and swung my 
legs into the warm soapy water, "There, scoot your butt into the water, and I'll 
meet you in the middle."

The first shock I received was the warm water on my new pussy, the 
second was my giant tits floating in the deep bathtub.

"How's that feel?  Your boobs floating, soft skin all wet and slippery, and 
big soft butt being caressed by the lilac oils, does it feel nice?" Chelsea was 
moving closer to me while she asked.

"Sthrange... nithe... yeth, I wike it," I agreed, just beginning to relax.

Chelsea brought her boobies over and squished them into mine, while 
her hands slipped up underneath my boobies and began to lightly stroke them.

My big nipples went from almost relaxed to clinched up so hard it felt 
like diamond points way out away from my chest.

"I just love boobies, don't you?" Chelsea crooned, as she increased her 
attentions to my tits.

"Oooh," was the only reply I could muster.

"I have a pair over here that you could be groping, unless you are still a 
bit too shy for that," she urged.

I was more than happy to oblige her, I wasn't sure that she would 
welcome it until she asked.  It was becoming increasingly difficult to 
concentrate though, Chelsea, really knows how to stimulate huge boobies!

My leg was quivering and I was biting my lips so hard I was afraid they 
would start bleeding.  My little hands were trying their best to mimic what 
Chelsea was doing to me, but were falling short of that lofty goal.  Occasionally 
she would do something that locked all of my muscles up in ecstasy and it took 
several seconds to be able to continue my stroking and caressing.  I was almost 
getting as much satisfaction by the feel of Chelsea's beautiful breasts, but the 
alien feeling of my own breasts being stimulated was all-pervasive.

I was biting my lip and whimpering in no time.  I didn't know or care 
where I was or what was happening, I just wanted it to keep happening.

"It's okay Barbie, just let yourself go.  Allow yourself to orgasm.  I want 
you to orgasm really hard.  Can you do that for me baby?" she asked while one 
of her hands had made its way down to my vulva.  She started to delicately 
diddle my molten slit, working my new sexual equipment as a concert violinist 
plays a Stradivarius.

My eyes rolled up into my head.  My toes clenched so tightly that I 
thought a bone might break, and my back arched so hard my head banged on 
the rim of the bathtub, with my legs as rigid as steel girders.

I screamed, "Uhgnooof!" in my glass shatteringly high voice.

"That was so much fun!" Chelsea declared.  "I like making you come like 
that!  They told me that they had trained your body to respond like a sex-
starved nymphomaniac's.  I bet I can make you orgasm again almost right 
away!"

I whimpered weakly in fear that she was right, as well as in submission 
to her desires.

"I know!  Barbie, I want you to diddle yourself to another orgasm right 
away.  You will do that for me, won't you?"

I whimpered again, but knew that my situation was hopeless without her 
good will, so I started playing with the alien equipment, which had been forced 
upon me.

I'd started panting and humping my hand, faster and faster.

"Ooh, little Barbie likes that.  The doctors wanted to try an experiment so 
I authorized it.  The reason you speak with a lisp is that they had to make your 
tongue smaller.  It will take a while for you to get used to it.  It's a little less 
flexible than you are used to, but it still does its normal job.  Isn't that, great?" 
Chelsea gushed.

I couldn't answer since I was beginning my second orgasm since entering 
the bathtub.

"I like the idea that you will enjoy being my sex slave.  Whew, that looked 
like a good one," she stated while she leaned over my nearly sunken face and 
kissed my big soft lips.

"Mmmm hmm," I moaned in reply.

"Okay now, will you do my pussy with your sweet tongue?" Chelsea 
asked, looking me deeply in the eyes.

"Yeth, thure," I replied.  Before I had been altered that would have been a 
fantasy beyond belief, to be able to lick Chelsea to orgasm, now I wasn't quite 
as sure.  I guess I want to... especially because I still love the way she looks and 
her wonderful breasts.

Chelsea presented her beautiful vulva up for my ministrations and we 
soon discovered that about the only way I could do it was to have her sit on my 
boobies.  God, that feels great.

Chelsea started stroking and twiddling her nipples while I dived in for the 
Promised Land.

"Ooh, your lips and tongue are nice...  Oh baby..." she coached while I 
tried my best to satisfy her.  Her moans and actions were telling me how well I 
was doing.  I found that if I concentrated on solely licking her clit, she wouldn't 
enjoy it as much as if I would graze by it occasionally.

"That's it Barbie... oh... ooh... good... uh," she was twitching from time to 
time, squishing my boobies, which she would reach down to caress from time to 
time.

Right then I remembered something I had read once about spelling out 
the alphabet on a woman's pussy, letter after letter.  I tried this technique and 
found that she responded to it quite well.

I began to orgasm again, eyes rolling, legs stiffening, toes clenching, but I 
tried to keep up my rhythm for Chelsea while I effectively screamed out my 
orgasm into her vagina.  Chelsea sure knows how to work boobies, and I hadn't 
fully lost my sexual high, so it was easier to push me over the orgasm precipice.

She seemed to find that a turn-on, so when I went right back with 'n' she 
seemed to be nearing her own ecstasy, "Oh!  Faster Barbie...  Harder...  Oh 
god...  Oh God...  OH God... OH GOD!" she screamed out as she flooded my face 
with her orgasmic juices.

When she recovered her breath she declared, "Barbie, you are a good 
cunnilinctrice.  I can hardly imagine how good you will be once you get more 
practice.  I love it when you orgasm while eating me.  It's such a turn on 
knowing you're enjoying yourself while you tongue fuck me!"

"I lovfth eating you, Thelsea!" I declared.

"We are going to have such fun together Barbie.  Let's you and I finish 
our bath and I can go get you dressed, shall we?" she suggested, rubbing my 
head of long platinum blonde hair.

"Thure," I agreed, as she began to use a washcloth over my boobies.

When we had gotten each other cleaned up, Chelsea stood up, (Her 
boobs swung so sexily.) reached out for a big fluffy towel she wrapped around 
herself, and then helped me to my feet and wrapped a towel around me just like 
hers.  She grabbed another towel for her hair and one for mine, which she 
wrapped around her and my heads like turbans, and we stepped out of the 
bathtub together. (Yes, she had to help me keep from falling.)

Chelsea blow dried our hair, splashed body moisturizer all over our 
bodies, and worked lotion into our boobies. (That was sooo much fun!)

"Whyth tha lothtion?" I asked, being new to the rituals of femininity.

"Well sweet Barbie, since we both have string implants, our boobs are 
still growing so we need to keep the skin moist and supple to reduce the stretch 
marks and keep our skin soft.  You are going to have to learn an awful lot of 
ways to stay beautiful, which men never have to think about.  You are in a 
special situation, which no man will ever understand fully.  You have to start 
doing all the things other women do.  You will even have to learn to deal with 
your menstrual cycle," she giggled brightly as she thought of the poetic justice 
of a man finally having to endure a period.

"Menths-thrugh-ate-thion?" I squeaked.

"Aw, but just think Barbie, you will still get to orgasm.  A good vibrator 
guarantees that and I have some special ones for you, so even when I won't be 
available, I'll make sure you have plenty of opportunities to cum as often as you 
can.  I have lots of friends who would love to help you with your needs," she 
brightly assured me, as she began to put makeup on my face, which shocked 
the hell out of me, but I submitted to without complaint.

"You really don't need makeup, but I still want you to wear some.  The 
medical students knew that you might not be willing to wear makeup, or would 
forget to put it on, or maybe you might not be adept at applying it, so they had 
makeup tattooed on your face.  Wasn't that thoughtful of them?" she inquired, 
obviously meaning what she had said.

"Yeth..." I replied, only because she was making such an effort to make 
me feel as if what was done to me was a good thing.  I knew that she has a big 
heart and wanted me to enjoy what I had gotten myself into.

"I'm glad you like it.  I am somewhat envious of one thing they did for 
you though.  The ladies didn't want you to be anything but soft and cuddly, so 
they had all of the hair on your body lasered off you.  Everything but the hair 
on top of your head and your eyebrows... well some of your eyebrows that is.  
You only have the high arched little eyebrows that fashionable ladies have," she 
smiled at me and stroked my smooth hairless leg to emphasize what she had 
said.

"Tho, I can'th be anything buth beautiful?" I tried to ascertain.

"Yes, even in bed after you have slept all night, after hours of wild sex, 
you will always be a beauty," she squeezed my cheeks, making my lips pucker 
and then applied a bright pink lipstick to them.

"Okay now go like this..." she told me, as she pinched her lips together, 
rocking them to even out the lipstick, "good that will do for now.  We can apply 
over-gloss some other time.  We're only going to be hanging around the house 
today, getting to know each other so you won't need it."

"Whuth over-gloth?" I queried in my ignorance.

"It's lipstick that goes over the lipstick I just put on you, to make your 
lips look glossy and wet.  They will look very kissable," she smiled, enjoying her 
role as mentor.

"You stay here and hang onto the bathroom counter and I'll go get your 
lingerie," she patted me on my naked butt, which seems simply huge to me 
since I woke up.

I just had to look at myself in the mirror finally.  I was trying to avoid it, 
knowing just what I might see when I looked.  I was staring at a short girl with 
platinum blonde hair, big eyes, oval face, slightly cleft chin, tall forehead, small 
cute nose, large plump pink lips on a wide mouth, and little ears, which when I 
looked closer I discovered were pierced.  The shocking thing was that I looked 
strangely similar to Chelsea, in a familial way.  My teeth even looked different 
and now I even have green eyes too.

The more I looked, the more I wanted to fuck me.  Damn I'm hot.

"Oh, I forgot that you hadn't seen yourself yet Barbie.  Is she hot enough 
for you?" Chelsea asked with a teasing lilt to her soft voice.

"Sheth awthum!" I panted, barely recognizing that her lips, (The hottie in 
the mirror's.) move in time to my words.

"You bet she is, and check out this fine ass here," Chelsea remarked as 
she help me stand, while turning me nearly around so I could see my butt.  She 
stroked my ass gently so that I knew the butt I was seeing was my own heart-
shaped womanly ass.

My knees went weak and Chelsea could only moderate my express trip to 
the tile floor.  I nearly pulled her to the floor with me.

"What's the matter?  Don't get all weird on me girl.  Why did you drop to 
the floor?" she inquired, partly annoyed, partly concerned.

"I doth know.  My kneeth went wobbly," I admitted, just as surprised as 
she was.

Chelsea giggled at me, "You're silly girl.  It sounds like you have the hots 
for yourself.  A girl's knees usually go wobbly when she is with someone who 
really turns her on."

"I muth sthay away from mirrors then," I surmised, trying desperately to 
get back to my feet on my own.

Chelsea grabbed my little hand and easily yanked me back onto my feet.

"Thorry, I'm tho weak thince I woke up," I admitted, blushingly.

"I don't doubt it Barbie.  You were kept unconscious for over a year while 
they worked on you.  Your little muscles have atrophied and you are much 
smaller than you used to be."

"Now that you are back on your feet, hold onto the countertop and lift up 
one of your feet so I can slip your panties on you," Chelsea directed, as she 
stooped over and slipped a pair of pale-pink, satin, French-cut panties onto my 
leg.

She didn't have to tell me what my next move should be.  I lifted the 
other foot all on my own.  I couldn't help but shiver all over when she slipped 
them up my legs and over my hips.  The cool fabric of the panties hugged my 
vulva like nothing I had ever experienced before and it was making me pant.

"Sexy lingerie is so stimulating, don't you think?" she teased as she spun 
me towards the mirror again.

She reached around behind me and passed one end of the bra straps to 
her other hand across the front of me, "Slip your arms through the straps so I 
can help you with your bra."

'Oh my god!  I'm wearing a bra!' I thought to myself, but kept my cool 
and was able to help her shrug the bra up my arms while she fastened all five 
hooks on the back of the band.

Chelsea expertly adjusted all of the straps in mere moments.

I looked into the mirror and saw my huge boobies ensconced in pink, 
lacy satin with a pink satin triangle between my legs.  I was in near shock 
seeing myself like this.

"Get used to it Barbie.  You are going to look like this everyday.  I won't 
have you dressed in anything but sexy lingerie and alluring dresses.  You will 
be pampered and pretty all of the time," she smiled and hugged me from 
behind, lifting me up from underneath my boobs.

"Oof," was all I could answer until she let me go.

"Sit on the stool and I'll help you with your nylons and garter," she 
ordered while she picked up the matching garter belt and slipped it up my legs.  
I pulled my butt up off the seat for a moment so she could continue up to my 
waist.

"Youth work around youth boobieth real well," I complimented her, 
watching her bunch the stocking and slide it over my painted toenails.

"Thank you sweetheart.  I have had plenty of practice though.  You will 
get better at all of this, soon enough on your own.  Until then, either I or one of 
my friends will help you," she reached mid thigh with the stocking and stopped.  
She snatched one of the dangly things from the garter, popped it open expertly, 
and clipped it onto the stocking.

After repeating the process on the other stocking and three dangly 
things, she had me stand back up.  (Yes, braced on the countertop again.)

"You are going to have to lean back into the counter top to steady 
yourself for what we are doing next dear," she helped me around and leaned me 
precariously up against the counter, "Now stick your arms up into the air..."

After I complied, she dropped a light pink shimmering silk slip over me.  I 
shivered all over as the spaghetti straps nestled onto my shoulders.  I couldn't 
help but run my hands lightly over the slip, up and down my flanks.  It feels 
so... so... cool and slick and the gossamer look of it was a real thrill.

"Nice, huh?" she asked, smoothing and stroking the slip over my body.

"Oh yeath," I agreed.

"Now we need to slip your dress on," she declared and I found myself, 
arms over my head and being sheathed in a little, black, silk, fuck-me dress, 
which hugged every curve, swell, and jiggle of my body.

Chelsea zipped up the invisible black zipper in the back and it looked as 
if the dress was painted on me.

"Now, Barbie, would you try to stand up away from the counter, on your 
own for me?  Don't worry, I'll catch you before you can fall," Chelsea asked, 
while she positioned herself for a quick catch if I couldn't manage.

"Here gothes nuthin..." I announced and pushed off from the counter.  I 
wobbled a bit and I had to lean back, but I actually did it.

Chelsea clapped her hands and bounced up and down happily, "See I 
knew you could do it!  Why don't you try a few steps and see if you can walk."

I soon discovered that taking small steps and allowing the rhythm of my 
boob's bouncing determine my pace I could walk well enough, but it was slow 
going.

"That was great hon..  I'm going to put some boots on you and we can try 
it again," she declared.  Chelsea went just outside the door and returned with a 
pair of silver boots that were like the ones she wore in the photoset where she 
was wearing a ruffled white mini skirt and a tiny ruffled top, also a photoset 
where she wore a white sheath dress posing on a red leather sofa.  I had always 
loved the look of those boots.  Smooth and supple with no seam between the 
sole and boot and they clung to her legs like hosiery.  The only thing that 
scared me was the fact that they have platforms and three-inch heels on them.

I didn't really have much of a choice, if she wanted me to try to wear 
them.  I had better try and wear them.

Chelsea kneeled in front of me, tugged, and rolled the boots up on my 
hairless legs.  They cling to me almost like a second skin.  If there was a pocket 
in them, I wouldn't be able to hide a paperclip without it showing through 
them.

"There, you're a fully dressed lady.  Now stand up and we can see if you 
are able to move around in them."

I was scared to death.  I knew I was barely able to walk without them, 
and with them, I was trying to walk nearly on my tiptoes.  The one good thing 
about them is, now I am nearly as tall as Chelsea is, when she isn't wearing 
shoes.

I carefully walked about two feet forwards and stopped.  It wasn't too 
bad.  I just have to take baby steps and keep my toes pointed down, "Thee, I 
can walkth."

"That's terrific Barbie.  This sure has been more fun than dressing up 
dolls.  Come here and give me a hug hon.," she offered with her arms 
outstretched, as any mother would, who is encouraging her daughter to take 
her first steps.

I wobbled over to her arms and got a great big hug, "Good girl Barbie.  
You will get better at it.  Just remember to hold your arms out away from you 
farther or walk with them bent at the elbow, or you will wear out the hips of 
your dresses."  She giggled at the mental image.

It is always very exciting for me to hug Chelsea.  Her boobies are higher 
up than mine are so when we hug my boobies dive under hers so my face winds 
up buried in her cleavage.  Heaven isn't even this good...

"I'm going to need to wear a drool bib on my titties.  Every time I hug you 
my cleavage gets soaked," she snickered and rubbed my hair good-naturedly.

"Come with me honey.  I want to take some pictures of my sex slave," she 
informed me as she held my hand and I jiggled, wobbled, and perambulated 
into the bedroom with her.

"Up on the bed spread honey.  I want you to look sexy for me," she 
coached.

"Ith hard to crawl.  My boobth are thoo big," I complained.  It felt weird to 
drag my nipples along the comforter as I crawled to the center.  My arms are 
barely long enough to keep me up off the bed.

"You are shorter than I am, so I guess someday I may have that same 
problem.  Ah, you're right in the middle now.  Stay sideways to me, but twist 
your butt this way and try to look horny," Chelsea coached while she snapped 
off a couple of shots with the digital camera she had snagged from the dresser.

"Now, grab your right boob, look this way, and lick your lips... great!  
Work around so your body is inline with the bed, head this way, and bend your 
arms so your boobs are solidly setting on the bed...  Darn, Barbie, you don't 
have to bend your elbows much for that shot.  Oh well, turn sideways again and 
lay down on your side so that your boobs are stacked on one another," Chelsea 
took shot after shot for almost twenty minutes and through out it all, I stayed 
completely dressed.

"No sthripped sthots?" I inquired, not that I wanted to, but with my job 
title, I rather expected it.

"Not right now.  I think you have worked enough for this morning.  
Would you like to grab a bite of breakfast?" she offered.

"I'm stharved," I declared, letting my body flop to the comforter from the 
kneeling position she had me in before deciding she had enough pictures.

"I'm sorry Barbie.  I forgot that you haven't been, fed yet today.  Come 
with me, right now young lady, and let's get your hunger sated," she almost 
dragged me off the bed with that and marched me into the kitchen table.  "Sit 
here hon..  Now, what kind of fruit would you like?  Bananas, apples, peaches, 
pairs, grapes, I have them all in the fridge and they will be good for you.  You 
have to keep that sexy figure if you are going to be a sex slave, you know," she 
snickered as she opened the door and waited for my response.

"Nectharines?  Bananas maybe, I don'th like peacthes, the fthuzzy feelths 
weird," I declared, beginning to really hate my new speech impediment.

I suppose my annoyance with it showed on my face since Chelsea 
informed me, "Don't get frustrated Barbie, the doctors say your lisp will go away 
as soon as you get used to the way your tongue feels in your new mouth."

"That's a reliethf," I declared.  I stuck my tongue out and tried feeling it 
with my little fingers, but it just felt like a normal tongue, though slightly numb 
near the end.

"Careful with that Barbie, it not healed yet," she teased, as she snagged a 
nectarine and banana both.  "To tell the truth, I like smooth skinned fruit too.  
That's why you are hairless down there...  I actually don't have peaches, just 
the nectarines."

She pulled out a bowl and started slicing up the fruit into very small 
pieces, "Here you go sweetie," she placed the bowl in front of me and handed me 
a fork.

I started shoveling it into my face as I would have done before, but 
Chelsea sat down and grasped my wrist, "Slow down Barbie.  No one is going to 
take it from you.  You need to learn to eat like a lady.  Here, I'll show you."  She 
carefully speared a piece of nectarine and delicately placed it in her mouth.

"You thaid no one wouldth thake it..." I accused, wide-eyed and trying to 
look hurt.

"Goof, if you are still hungry after you finish that, I promise to cut up 
another one for you.  Feel better now?" she smiled and pinched my cheek.

"Yeth, I wath only teathing," I confessed, while trying hard not to wolf my 
food and mimic the way Chelsea ate.

I finished my bowl of fruit, well I almost finished it... it seems that my 
stomach, along with everything else but my boobs has shrunken.

"Do you feel up to having a visitor?  One of my friends is keeping herself 
amused in my study, chatting with the guys on my website.  She honestly 
wants to meet you and she is one of my sweetest girlfriends..." Chelsea was 
selling this almost urgently.

"Thure, your friendth are my friendths," I wasn't sure whether to be, 
'wetting my panties frightened,' or 'creaming my panties excited, so I opted for 
creaming my panties. (I don't really have much choice in that anyway, I'm 
always creaming my panties.)

"Come on then.  You'll have to stay outside for a minute.  I had better 
make sure she isn't using the web cam first.  We don't want my fans demanding 
to chat with you, at least not quite yet anyway," she laughed at me when my 
face went pale, "Don't worry sweetie, I'm not into humiliating anyone.  I really 
meant it when I said I want you to enjoy your new life."

"I don'th think I can handleth anyone stheeing me yet, if ever..." I 
confessed.  "Thankth for being thoughtfulth."

She smiled and ducked into the study, while I steadied myself on the 
nearby wall.

When she popped her head out, she invited me in to meet her friend.  I 
recognized her right away, "This is Vixen LaMoore.  She is one of the sweetest 
girls I know.  Vixen, this it Barbie Charms, my 'girl Friday."

"Ooh, she's so pretty," Vixen shrieked and dove at me for a friendly hug, 
"Nice to meet you Barbie.  I don't often meet girls who are both bigger and 
shorter than me."

"Nicth to meeth you tooth, Vithen," answered and hugged her back.

"Would you mind if I... touch them?" she asked, wide-eyed and eager.

"Sthure," I answered, trying to use as few words as I can.

"Poor Barbie had a bad tongue piercing that's still healing up.  Don't 
worry though, her lisp should pretty much go away in a few days," Chelsea told 
her, trying to keep her questions to a minimum and allow me to keep some 
dignity.

Vixen had already started groping my boobies and had me moaning like 
a slut, "Wow Barbie, you're like driving a Ferrari... very responsive at the 
controls."

My knees were becoming like warm Jell-O when Chelsea rescued me, 
"Careful Vixen, she can go off like a howitzer if you keep that up."

"You're so lucky, Chelsea.  I wish I had my own 'girl Friday' that is as 
boob crazy as we are.  Does this mean that we can't... 'you know', anymore?"

"Oh my no, Vixen.  Barbie will ask to join us of course, but we can 'you 
know' as much as you like, and Barbie can probably 'you know' more than that 
even," Chelsea giggled and hugged Vixen and me both.

"Wow, then she can, 'you know' one hell of a lot!" Vixen exclaimed and 
rubbed my nipples, eliciting a loud moan from me.

"One day we may find her limits, but we will have to bring friends... lots 
and lots of friends," Chelsea assured her.

This was all news to me.  I had only 'you knowed' a couple of times so 
far.

Vixen released me and craned her neck to have a peek at my butt, and 
then declared, "Mighty fine ass you have there girl, I wish mine looked that hot.  
Wait... it does!" she spoofed.

"You are definitely a vixen, Vixen.  What fun things should we do while 
Barbie recovers from all the hot sex we had this morning?  I know, let's go 
shopping," Chelsea suggested, with a wink at me.

I knew that I must look like a deer in the headlights, but I couldn't do 
anything about that, what she suggested just scared the shit out of me.

"Don't tell me you don't like to shop Barbie," Vixen declared, holding me 
at arm's length.

Chelsea to the rescue, "Barbie is a little shy about her lisp right now.  
Don't fret honey, I only meant we three girls could do some online shopping for 
pretty clothes and lingerie together.  We don't have to go out and brave the 
public just yet.  Come over here and sit down in the middle, Vixen and I will 
protect you in Victoria's Secret-land, where the lingerie is so hot you'll need 
SPF90."

"I've been dying to see what their new summer line up is..." Vixen 
declared as she snatch the mouse by the scruffies and flew to the 'Victoria's 
Secret' quick link.

"Wow, Barbie would look hot in that.  Don't you think so Chelsea?" Vixen 
appraised, displaying the blue halter-top bikini on the opening page, the one 
with the pink hearts all over it.

"Oh my, yes.  It wouldn't even fully cover her nipples..."

"Stop Chelsea, you know I meant one made for us," Vixen defended her 
choice.

"They, hath any brath?" I asked in my ignorance.

"In our sizes?  Hell no, no one does.  They don't even have any for big 
girls that we can buy and have tailored down to fit us.  But it is nice to get 
fashion ideas for stuff we can have made to fit us, here," Chelsea informed me, 
getting a strangely quizzical expression from Vixen.

Chelsea whispered loudly to Vixen, (So we all heard, but we could 
pretend was a secret.) "Barbie just got much bigger implants and isn't used to 
shopping in 'porn star' sizes yet."

Vixen nodded, taking that as an explanation and went back to displaying 
more sexy girl clothes.

We were at it for a couple hours of squealing and giggling, imagining 
ourselves in all sorts of outfits and how we would look to different types of 
people.

I actually had fun doing it, which scared me, and at the same time made 
me feel like one of the girls.  It's hard to say what frightens me more, being 
accepted as a girl, or how much I was beginning to like it...

"Time for dinner girls," Chelsea declared, and then she stood up and 
beckoned me to follow her.

As I stood up and turned, Vixen groped my butt, which made me pause 
so she could do a good job of it, while moaning loudly.

"Gosh, Barbie, I expected that you would screech and jump... but this is 
even better," she stated, finishing her grope and placing a big kiss on my 
padded derriere.  "I just love overstuffed little black dresses."

"It looks like Barbie appreciates a friendly grope when she can get one 
too Vixen.  Hey, why not put off dinner for a bit and take a swim in my pool?" 
Chelsea suggested, winking at Vixen.

"Great, I have a bikini in my luggage, I'll go put it on.  Would you like to 
come help Barbie," Vixen asked with a titter.

"I..." I began, but Chelsea jumped in.

"Barbie needs to get her new suit on and it may take a while, even if I 
help, and if we both help, we'll never make it to the pool," she wisely declared, 
taking my pink nailed hand and starting to drag me away.

"Okay, I can stand a little more foreplay, but I will be VERY horny after 
dinner," Vixen declared, heading down the hallway in the opposite direction.

"Nithe asth!" I declared after her, trying for some payback.

Vixen turned and replied, "It's yours for the taking baby... anytime."  She 
winked and turned back to the guest room door and entered through it giggling.

"You aren't going to shock lil' Vixen, Barbie.  The only thing you'll wind 
up doing is making her hotter for you and bringing an orgy upon yourself," 
Chelsea assured me, while she brought me to the canopy bed again and had me 
plop down onto it.

"Now let's take your boots off.  I'll do this one, and you do that one the 
same way, okay hon.?"

I nodded and mimicked what she did and was able to doff my boot 
shortly after she relieved me of the other one.

"Okay Barbie, I'm going to get undressed and you do what you can 
towards the same end, and I'll help when you need it."

I stood up and tried to bend my arms around behind me to unzip my 
dress, only to elicit laughter from Chelsea, "Sorry hon., I should have unzipped 
you first," whereupon she did just that.

I undid the garters and rolled my stockings off.  Then I squirmed out of 
my garter belt and began thrashing about trying to undo my bra.

"Barbie?  Take it off like this," she informed me.  Chelsea shrugged her 
straps off and then pealed one of her gorgeous breasts out of the right cup, 
followed by the left cup.  She then slipped the band around her waist until the 
clasp was in front of her, and easily unhooked all five clasps, "Viola, no more 
bra."  Chelsea did a little strip tease dance move while tossing her bra onto my 
head.  I had to lift up the side of the cup to see out from under it.

"Oh, godth that maktyhes me horny..." I complained while scooting my 
butt around on the comforter, trying for some relief.

"Calm down girl.  I'm sorry I got your motor running, but if you 
concentrate on getting your bikini on, I promise that Vixen and I will make your 
waiting worth while."

"Oh thay," I lisped, while removing the bra, however, not before inhaling 
Chelsea's lovely scent and rubbing the soft fabric on my cheek.

"Oh, stop that you horny girl.  Now you have me hot and bothered," she 
charitably offered, crossing her legs and bending at the knees.

By this time, I had my own bra off me, but was hesitating before, 
finishing the job.

Chelsea didn't say a word.  She just shucked her panties and tossed 
them into a laundry basket.

I decided that I should do the same, but when I tossed mine into the 
hamper, they made a loud splat noise before falling into it.

"Damn, you are horny, girl.  Here, I'll hold your bottoms while you step 
into them."

I put my feet into the pink bottoms with the white polka dots, while she 
slipped them up my hairless, smooth legs.

"Spread your legs hon., so I can slip these up your butt," she ordered.

I found myself wearing a thong bikini bottom, which flossed my butt 
cheeks and barely covered my wet slit.

Chelsea pulled on her own pink bikini bottoms and then started to tie my 
bikini top onto me, "This sure is easier from this side.  Okay, lift your boobs up 
a little so I can slip this string up under them.  Good, there you go, you are 
wearing your very first bikini."

Chelsea positioned her top just right, turned and asked me to tie it.

My hands were shaking, but I managed to do it.

"Barbie, don't be afraid to touch me girl.  If you keep trembling every 
time you're near me, it is sure going to be difficult doing the job of sex slave.  
You're supposed to touch me, you were made to touch me, and I need you to 
touch me, so relax baby," she urged, my little hands held in hers.

She gave me a quick hug and then pulled me over in front of the full 
length mirror, "I just wanted to you to see the sexy girl in the mirror, so you will 
know exactly what you are doing to poor Vixen, strutting around in your bikini.'

Damn, I would have given my right nut to fuck me...  Uh, never mind, I 
guess I already did...

"I can see you like it, so let's grab Vixen and hit the pool," she declared, 
grabbed my hand and tugged me away from my staring.

"Hey, snap out of it.  Stare at my boobs for a while.  That should take 
your mind off yours."

I was glad to stare at her boobs anytime, but especially when her nipples 
and just a triangle below them were covered in pink fabric.  Her boobs were 
bouncing and jostling around inside of the strings of the bikini enough to keep 
any boob man in a trance-like state.

We traveled down a hallway I hadn't been down before, and out through 
a sliding glass door to the pool area where Vixen was waiting for us in her own 
white bikini with black stylized flowers all over it.  Her bottoms were high 
French cut with the same pattern on them.  All in all, she was wearing far more 
fabric than either, Chelsea or I were.

"Well come on girls, let's jump in and do some breast stroking..." Vixen 
declared as she dove into the shallow end, leaving her high heel deck shoes 
behind on the poolside.

"Don't fret Barbie, we will slowly work our way in from the stairs.  You 
have had enough shocks for today I think," Chelsea informed me as we held 
hands and took it one stair at a time.  Even so, I know she noticed the look on 
my face when my crotch hit the water, and again when my boobies did a short 
while later.

When I finally submerged my big tits into the pool, Vixen came swimming 
through my legs and up underneath my chest.  She surfaced right in front of 
the seam my tits formed between them, "Hi gorgeous."

"Hi Vixthen.  You hathing fun?" I asked her.

"Yep.  Hey watch this... booby bubbles," she claimed and swirled air 
underneath my cleavage with her hand.

There was nothing but a string between my boobs to stop the air from 
collecting underneath my hooters, so my chest floated higher and allowed some 
of the air to slip up through my pressed together boobs, making a foop, fop, 
sound.

"That feelth weird," I declared, trying to stop the escaping air by sticking 
my hand into my cleavage to plug the airflow.  I only succeeded in making all of 
the air escape in one big foop.

"Goodness, Barbie, you sure aren't used to your chest being that big.  If I 
did that when any guys were in the water... look out, Vixen would have more 
company than she could handle," she declared and hugged me close, so I would 
know she was only trying to look out for me.

I wouldn't have had any trouble if Chelsea hadn't come up from behind 
and hugged me from there.  I was in a Vixen-Chelsea sandwich and it was 
heaven.  I had boobs all over me.

"Come on Barbie, loosen up.  We're all girlfriends here.  We touch, hug, 
and grab each other, so don't be so stiff girl," Vixen chastised, all the while, she 
was pulling me farther and farther towards the deep end.

Six feet deep wasn't far when you are a fair sized guy, but when you are 
a short girl, as I am now, it is way over my head.  Mind you I could swim, but 
with the added drag of my boobs, I wasn't sure how well anymore.

Vixen, who wasn't nearly as big as me up on top, wasn't having any 
problems.

"Are you doingth the breasth sthroke Vixthen?" I asked her, sincerely 
wanting to know.

"What a great idea, Barbie," Vixen decided.  She began groping my 
floatation devices and I became almost helpless in her hands.

I felt a hand come up between my thighs from behind and grasp my 
vulva. 

"I thought I would help keep you afloat little one," Chelsea told me.

However, I think she had alternative motives in mind, since her hand 
didn't just hold me up.  She worked her way around my thong, into my love 
box, slowly diddling me, while Vixen tweaked my nipples.

My head jerked backwards all by itself, my legs spread open 
uncontrollably, and my back arched.  Luckily, Chelsea's boobies were behind 
my head and kept me afloat.

Poor Vixen wasn't able to stay in front of me, since now I was floating on 
my back with my boobs thrust prominently into the air.

"Let's swim her back to where we can stand up.  I want to show you 
something Vixen."

Once we were where they could stand, Chelsea went on to say, "Okay 
Vixen, I want you to French kiss Barbie and tickle her nipples."

Vixen looked a little puzzled but dove in for the kiss.

I was frightened, since I knew what the results would be, but I was 
already so hot from what Chelsea was doing to me, I couldn't bring myself to 
protest.

Vixen was tickling the end of my nipples.  Chelsea was working my pussy 
and clit as only another woman could, and I was groping her big girls in 
ecstasy.

Vixen moaned into my mouth while never missing a beat with her 
tongue, which put me over the top.  I orgasmed in the warm pool, muscles 
locked, and toes clenched, while somewhere far off I heard a girl scream in 
bliss.

"Wow, and I thought I was easy.  Barbie is so quick to cum, and so 
helpless...  I want one of my own Chelsea!"

"Sorry, Barbie is a one of a kind girl.  Nevertheless, you can borrow her 
whenever you come to visit, or if we run into each other on the road.  Barbie 
will be my full-time companion."

"You're so lucky.  Will she be a feature dancer too?  I don't know if I can 
stand the competition..." Vixen groused with a mock pout.

"No, Barbie won't be in the public eye, not officially at least.  One day we 
may publish a photo pictorial of her but I'm thinking of doing it and claiming 
it's a hoax.  You know, like those latex and foam girls?" she recalled.

"Yes, I've seen them.  I think Barbie is back with us.  How was it honey?" 
Vixen asked, gazing deeply into my green eyes.

"Ith wonderfulth," I declared, clinging to her for support.  "I think I came 
in my pantieth..."

"I think you came in your bikini bottoms honey, but it's okay, they were 
already wet," Vixen comforted.

"Do you two want to relax in the hot tub a while?  I have a full wet bar we 
can raid for drinks to take with us," Chelsea offered, while she reorganized my 
thong so it covered most of what it was supposed to.

"Something fruity for me dahling..." Vixen said in a mock Zsa Zsa Gabor 
voice.  She began climbing up the pool stairs and adjusted her bikini bottoms.

Chelsea, her grip still affixed to my derriere, helped me out of the pool, 
while I leaned into her wonderful boobs for support.

"Vixen, give Barbie a hand to the hot tub, dear.  She's still a little wobbly 
from her climax," Chelsea urged, covering for my difficulty walking.

"My pleasure, Chelsea.  Come along Barbie," she declared and took hold 
of my ample ass with one hand and my hand with her other.

"Be there in a minute girls," Chelsea called after us, "and Vixen, don't 
make Barbie orgasm so much she passes out... at least until I get there..."

Vixen laughed wickedly.

Once there, Vixen gave me a hand balancing while I climbed into the 
warm water and then she climbed in after me, sitting very close.  She lifted my 
right leg onto her legs, and then my left and I soon found myself in her lap, and 
hugged tightly.

I was becoming very warm and relaxed in her arms when Chelsea joined 
us, drinks on a serving tray, "My, you two look comfy.  I hope Mai Tais are all 
right with everyone.  I'll put them in the holders by where you're lounging."

"I'm just cuddling with Barbie after her orgasm.  A girl likes to be held 
after sex yah know!"

"I'm so thoughtless..." Chelsea declared as she entered the tub, "I'll have 
to make up for it."  With that, she came over and held me from the side and 
behind.

I didn't think she would try anything and was so relaxed when I felt a 
hand snake up underneath my huge boobs and tickle my under cleavage.

When I jumped a little Vixen asked, "What is it Barbie?  Did I jingle your 
nerves with a boob or something?"

"Chelthea is thickling me," I declared, still squirming.

"I just love to rub my finger gently up and down between boobies, it feels 
so delicious," she admitted.  "I hope you don't mind hon.."

"Justh sthartled a little.  It feeths so good," I admitted, relaxing and 
enjoying her strokes.

"Aw, Chelsea, she's purring," she declared a short time later.

"Purring?"

"Yes, she moans almost like she's purring.  Listen close to her," Vixen 
claimed.

I barely heard her, lost in relaxation and comfort.

"It does sound like purring doesn't it...  Here, let me hold her while you 
take a break for a bit to grab your drink."

I was passed back to Chelsea, and held so my head was laying on top of 
her wonderful breasts, if anything would make me purr, those will.  The warm 
bubbling water, her strokes, and my generally tired state added up to Barbie 
taking a nap in her happy place...

**********

When they roused me, it was by taking turns tonguing my tonsils.  I like 
it better than waking up to a huge need to pee behind an even bigger boner and 
I'll take it any day.

"You sure were tired, Barbie.  You have been asleep for fifteen minutes.  
We should get out of the tub now.  It's not good to stay in here more than 
twenty minutes at a time," Chelsea whispered in my ear, which means that the 
face stuck to mine belongs to Vixen.

"Back to the pool or dress for dinner?" Vixen inquired, once she came up 
for breath. (With the size of her lungs, she can kiss for a long time...)

"Dress for dinner I think.  Do you want to help me dress Barbie?" 
Chelsea asked, as she started from the tub, helping me as she went.

"Can I pick what she wears?"

"Of course you can hon..  Why do you think she's called Barbie?  She's 
my very own living Barbie Doll.  I can dress her any way I want and she loves to 
do it for me, don't you sweetie?"

"Yeth, I loveth it," I agreed, concerned with what might happen should I 
contradict her.

"Goody!  I'll grab my stuff and meet you in the Barbie Playhouse."

"Playhouthe?" I asked, wondering how much Vixen really knew.

"That's a perfect name for Barbie's room.  I'll have a sign made for her 
door.  Thanks Vixen."

"Barbie was fun to play with when we were little, but this Barbie I like 
better..." she declared and then jetted off to grab her own clothes.

We made our way slowly to my room.  I was so relaxed my muscles didn't 
want to work right, so by the time we made the door, Vixen was right on our 
heels.

When we entered, I was sent to my canopy bed and Chelsea quickly 
whispered into Vixen's ear.  What, I don't know, but Vixen disappeared into my 
walk-in closet.

"What?" I asked, knowing she knew what I meant.

"I was just giving her a plausible explanation for your ignorance about 
feminine clothing.  We don't want her to come out with something sexy that 
virtually all girls know how to wear, but with which you will have trouble.  So 
she thinks you were brought-up in the wilds of Alaska now, with nothing but 
brothers and a father.  She thinks you didn't have a mother to teach you 
feminine ways," Chelsea explained and further added, "Now she will be more 
maternal and want to help you be sexy and feminine."

When Vixen popped out again she said, "Damn girl, don't you have any 
pants?"

"Barbie had such a deprived childhood, she wants to make up for it now.  
She isn't to wear pants or jeans, unless they are hot pants, or maybe Daisy Mae 
Cutoffs."

"Suits me just fine.  I love lipstick lesbians.  Here is her outerwear.  Can I 
get some lingerie to accompany these?"

"Be our guest Vix.  Just keep in mind what I told you..." Chelsea grinned 
expectantly.

When Vixen came back she was carrying bright blue panties and a 
matching bra, "I love these.  If I tried them on though it would be like a guy 
trying to wear my bra..." she giggled.  "This living bra would starve without 
Barbies big girls to feed it."

"Why don't you put it on her, while I help her with the panties?"

"Sure.  Stand up Barbie, we'll get you dressed and then we can do 
ourselves," Vixen told me, and then the two girls worked diligently to enfold me 
in luxurious femininity.

Once they were finished with my and their dressing, both ladies started 
in on my makeup.  I sat still while they discussed the pros and cons of each 
type and what would suit my clothes and our activities.  I never knew how 
many parameters had to be met, just for me to get dressed and put on makeup.  
This is going to be a lot tougher to learn than I had thought.

Both ladies had already done their own makeup, so once they had 
finished mine, we were ready to eat.  However, they had to stop and show me 
how I looked in the mirror before we left my room.

I was looking at a small busty angel, dressed all in blue taffeta, showing 
nearly a yard of cleavage, and even wearing heels, with the two other stunning 
ladies who were taller than me.

Once we walked outside the room, I was led down a corridor that I 
discovered only too late, led to the garage.

"Thith isn'th the kitchen..." I blurted out in my fright.

"No, Vixen has offered to take us both out for dinner," Chelsea calmly 
answered, then unlocked the doors on her SUV with the remote.

Chelsea wheeled us onto the highway and eventually after quite a long 
drive we came to a very large building and you can imagine my surprise when 
we pulled into the parking lot area designated for the local Hooters Restaurant.

"I love coming to theses," Vixen declared, "It gives the waitresses an 
inferiority complex."  Then she giggled loudly.

I knew that we would be the objects of much attention, but steeled 
myself for the experience.

Once we had entered the door, the hostess, who was wearing the usual 
satin shorts, nylons, and silk tank top, greeted us.  But not however, before her 
eyes nearly bugged out of her head and she stammered, "G... G... Good evening 
ladies, a table for three?"

"Yes please," Chelsea answered, "and can you tell Vic that Chelsea is 
here?"

"Oh... yes... Chelsea.  I'll tell Vic you're here," she replied and then spun 
and escorted us to an out of the way booth.

As we progressed through the restaurant, people were gawking, stunned, 
intrigued, amused, and even uncouth and nasty.  Some would point and elbow 
their neighbor.  Others would whisper and titter to each other and still others 
dropped their utensils and just stared, open mouth and trying to resist 
drooling.

Chelsea whispered in my ear, "Now you know a little of what being me is 
like."

I had very mixed emotions.  I wasn't sure whether to be flattered, angry, 
or defiant.  I just tried to keep my head up and walk to the booth behind the 
busty little hottie in front of me. (Well, little to most people.  She is still taller 
than I am.)

Chelsea slipped easily into the booth ahead of me and beckoned to me to 
follow her.

I wish that I had slid into the booth as easily as Chelsea and Vixen had.  
I had trouble with my boobies, if they tried to go under the table, I was hunched 
over, above the table, they were in my face, so I had to ask for a booster seat, 
which embarrassed me no end.

To top it all off, the booster seat was a little too narrow for my ample 
asset, so they wound up using two phone books for me.  Talk about blushing!  I 
thought I would melt into the floor until Chelsea stood up, and allowed me to 
slip into the corner and relative obscurity.

One guy who was watching with obvious mirth, snorted out his 
amusement and Chelsea shot him a look that must have made his blood run 
cold, since he quickly turned his attention to the food on his plate.

Vic showed up quickly after we were seated, saying, "Chelsea!  It's so 
good to see you again.  I see you have friends with you this evening, and lovely 
ladies they both are too.  As always, if you have any complaints about the 
service, or if unruly patrons bother you, don't hesitate to call me.  Barry over at 
the bar knows the deal.  He will be watching out for you."

"Thanks so much, Vic.  I love your place and really appreciate how you 
look out for me.  Hey, you wouldn't have any more of those tank tops my friends 
could wear to help advertise your place, would you?" Chelsea asked him 
brazenly.

"Are you kidding?  I can't buy that kind of advertising!  What size ladies?" 
Vic asked eager to publicize the restaurant.

I was clueless, so Chelsea answered for me, "Barbie takes a double Extra 
Large, the same as me."

Vixen piped in with, "I only need an Extra Large."

"Can I ask if you'll sign T-Shirts for us again for a while tonight?" Vic 
pleaded eagerly.  "I know Vixen LaMoore through her career, but I haven't seen 
your lovely blonde companion anywhere..." Vic subtly asked.

"Oh, I'm sorry Vic.  This is Barbie Charms.  She is my new traveling 
companion and girl Friday.  You will probably be seeing her a lot more.  Barbie, 
this is Victor Damien, the manager and owner of the restaurant," Chelsea 
introduced.

I held out my hand, wrist up, limply, as I had seen Chelsea do, and that 
fink actually kissed it!

"So grand to meet you Miss Barbie," Vic then turned to Vixen, who also 
proffered her hand and said, "I'm so glad to meet you in person Miss LaMoore.  
Any friend of Chelsea's is an honored patron in this restaurant."

Vixen tittered and said, "Call me Vixen, Vic."

I haven't seen a man so pleased that he was almost goofy looking before, 
but Vic must look as I did whenever I had met a stunning lady.

"I'll be right back," he declared.

Vixen and Chelsea shared a little giggle, though I was still in the dark as 
to why until Chelsea shared, "Guys are so silly around us sometimes.  It's sweet 
though.  He's a really great guy and his wife is terrific too."

Vic slipped up with almost astonishing speed, a tray in one hand, and 
some shirts under his arm, "I picked up three Mai Tais on the way by the bar.  
Barry had them all ready made and waiting for me."  He placed the drinks in 
front of each of us and then started handing out tank tops, "One for Chelsea, 
one for Vixen, and one for Miss Barbie."

"Pleathe, call me Barbie, Vic," I asked, following Vixen's example.

"Bad tongue piercing," Chelsea, announced before Vic could coagulate 
the question onto his face.

"Barbie it is then, gorgeous," Vic agreed, blushing up a storm himself.

I noticed that Vic still had tank tops and t-shirts under his arm, and 
when my gaze went to them, Vic said, "Would you ladies please sign this tank 
top for the restaurant?"

He handed each of us a 'Hooters' pen to sign with and then carried on 
with, "Barry asked if you would sign his t-shirt too?"

Chelsea had finished the first one and passed it to me.  I signed the 
name he knew me by, 'Barbie Charms'.  It weirded me out that my penmanship 
was now much more fluid and feminine, but I didn't say anything and passed 
the shirt to Vixen.

"A... A... And could you sign this one for me?" Vic was blushing up a 
storm, but I could see he really was, honored to get our signatures on a t-shirt.

Chelsea signed that one, 'To Victor and Vicki, I love you both, Chelsea 
Charms'.

I didn't know Vicki, so I signed, 'To Victor, All my love, Barbie Charms'.  
That should be appropriate I guess.

I signed the same thing to Barry's t-shirt, and the one tank top for the 
restaurant, however that one was, handed to a waitress who grabbed a short 
stepladder and pinned it to the wall in a prominent place.

Vic worked up his courage and asked me, "Are you in the 'business', or 
are you..." he let the statement fade into the distance.

"Barbie isn't a feature Vic, she's just my companion.  You want your tank 
top back?" she tittered.

"Dear god no!  Chelsea what a thing to ask honey, I have Barbie Charm's 
autograph, something very few have I'll bet, and how many people have all three 
of your autographs?" Vic quickly defended.  "I'm most honored to have your 
autograph Barbie.  If you ever need work, you can be a Hooters waitress any 
time your heart desires... I'd even let a girl go if you offered!"

"I could never leave Chelthea..." I declared. (For more than one reason.)

"I know what you mean.  Ah, there go my dreams of mega wealth..." Vic 
sighed.

"Oh stop it Vic.  You'll frighten Barbie," Chelsea teased.

"That would never be my intention.  My, my, look at me.  I've kept you 
ladies from ordering for far too long.  As always Chelsea, please allow me to 
cover the tab," Vic finished with a slight bow as he backed away and ushered a 
waitress to our table.

"Thank you Vic.  Give my love to Vicki," Chelsea said to his retreating 
form.  "Vic is such good people.  Barbie, if you want to moonlight..." she let it 
fade into a snicker at the terrified look on my face.

"Darn, sometimes it's just tough to buy your girlfriends dinner," pouted 
Vixen, in an exaggeratedly poor act.

Chelsea and Vixen cracked up laughing.

When she'd calmed down, Vixen explained, "Barbie honey, this happens 
to us all of the time, and not just in 'Hooters' either."

"Yes, if not the manager, or owner, or head waiter, then quite often we 
are recognized by patrons who want to show their appreciation," Chelsea 
finished for her.  "The only way to avoid it is to wear big sweatshirts or moo 
moos to disguise ourselves."

"Moo mooths?" I questioned.

"Big loose straight dresses, which hide a girl's figure hon., usually 
affected by extremely overweight women," Chelsea explained.

Vixen was looking a little suspicious but held her piece.

The buxom waitress was standing expressionless, waiting for us to 
acknowledge her.  (Buxom compared to average women.  Compared to us, she's 
built like twiggy.)

I made indications with my eyes to Chelsea that we weren't alone and 
needed to quit wasting the poor girl's time.

We all ordered, so she could get to other patrons.  (I had to say 
everything I wanted two times or more... damn lisp.)

We had a great meal and no other problems, other than when Vixen 
slipped her shoeless foot up under my skirt to get a rise out of me.  (It worked 
too!)

When we got up to leave, some drunken loud mouth yelled out, "Yah!  
Strippers!  How about a table dance honey?"  He snagged me by the waist and 
put me on his lap.

The stench of his alcohol-laden breath was pretty bad, and his rough 
handling of me was frightful.  I tried to wriggle free.  I tried to slap him, or 
punch him, but I wasn't strong enough.

Chelsea was about to dive in when a large well-built guy hopped the bar 
top and ran to my aide, "Let go of the lady, friend," was all he said.  It must 
have been in the way he said it, because the guy instantly let go of me and I 
was out of his lap in a shot.

Vic ran out from the back and told the guy, "Please, leave my restaurant 
and never come back."

The guy looked defiant for a moment, but even as drunken as he was, 
the sheer size of Barry told him to shut up and leave while he could.

Vic turned to us and quickly apologized directly to me, "I am so sorry 
Barbie.  We usually attract a much better clientele.  Please don't hold it against 
us."

"Thankths Vic, You didn'th do ith and Sthuperman here resthcued me 
quick enoughth he didn'th even hath a chanth at a good grope," I 
acknowledged.  I hugged him to show my appreciation and thank him, and of 
course, I had to hug Barry's thighs to thank him too.

"My pleasure lil' lady," Barry's deep voice thanked me from far above.  "I 
hope to see you in here again real soon."

I was blushing like a schoolgirl when Chelsea dragged me out to the car, 
"I think Barbie likes Barry."

Vixen started to tease with the children's ditty, "Barbie and Barry sitting 
in a tree..."

Chelsea snickered but had Vixen stop.  She knew that I had only 
consciously been a girl for one day and didn't want to scar my delicate psyche.

The trip back to Chelsea's house was fairly quiet, much to my chagrin.  I 
would have rather had plenty of chatting to take my mind off what had 
happened to me.  The drunk hadn't bothered me nearly as much as Barry had 
and that frightened the hell out of me.

Luckily it didn't take Vixen long to get bored with the silence, "Dinner 
was great, the entertainment was a hunk, I have an idea what we can do for an 
encore..."

"Play Parcheesi?" Chelsea suggested.

"Ah... No."

"Go sthwimming again?" I suggested.

"No..."

"Play disco records and dance all night?" Chelsea teased further.

"Hmm... I hadn't thought of that one...  But it wasn't what I had in 
mind."

"Whath then?" I asked impatiently.

"Pajama Party!" she declared.

"I like it Vixen.  However, we must all wear our sexiest nighties," 
determined Chelsea as we pulled into her garage.

"I have a better idea," declared Vixen, "we look through each other's 
nighties and decide what we think their sexiest nightie is and she wears the one 
the others pick for her, fair enough?"

"When you're right Vixen, you're right.  I stand corrected.  Much better 
we turn each other on, than just ourselves."

"Who's room should we use?" Vixen asked out hostess.

"Barbie's room, of course.  That is what it was made for and why it has 
the biggest bed and all of the other things specially built into it," Chelsea 
informed her.  (As it turns out, informed me too.)

"Can I move my things in there too then?" Vixen asked hopefully.

"You bet.  Don't let Barbie try your blouses on though, or they'll never fit 
you right after that," Chelsea teased as she locked the SUV and the garage door 
behind us.

Vixen took off at a trot to get her stuff, mesmerizing me with the 
bounding of her breasts as she ran...

"They look nice, don't they, Barbie?" Chelsea whispered in my little 
feminine ear.

"Am I supposed to drool this much?" I complained, however never taking 
my eyes off Vixen for a moment.

"I sure like the fact that you do, don't you?" Chelsea answered my 
question with a question.

"Thure, but ith I don'th swallow quick I'll wet my cleavageth," I declared.

"That's okay with me sugar.  If you didn't do it, I will have to do it myself 
sooner or later..." she declared and punctuated it with a delicate butt grope.

I wasn't surprise when Chelsea and I entered Barbie's Playhouse and 
discovered Vixen already there and beginning to disrobe herself.

"Vixen, shame on you.  You of all people know the importance of 
stripping slowly and alluringly!" chastised Chelsea.

"Where is my head?" Vixen exclaimed, "I'm rushing into this as if I was a 
guy or something!"

"Ith okay Vixthen..." I tried to console her, however she cut me off, 
saying, "No it's not okay.  I know how much I want to watch you strip to some 
sexy music, so you should get the same consideration."

Then she quickly put her clothes back on and opened all of her suitcases 
proclaiming, "Ready for your inspection girls."

We dug through her things and finally decided on a sexy little red 
negligee with wispy red feathers across the bust and feather pom-poms on the 
lace ties dangling from the center bust.

Next, we went through Chelsea's drawers, (Not literally!  You have a dirty 
mind!), and agreed on a long smoke colored nightgown with an open back.

They dug through 'my dresser drawer', (At this point I hadn't even looked 
in it either.) to retrieve a snow-white baby doll with lacing over the boobs and 
the tiniest thong panty to go with it.

"All right, now we each in turn do a strip tease for the other two, and 
when we're all naked, we dress each other.  Are you two game for that?" Vixen 
asked with a devilish grin.

"I'm game for that, but remember, Barbie isn't a professional dancer so 
we may need to give her pointers when it's her turn," Chelsea reminded Vixen, 
to my great relief.

"Oh, I guarantee when it's Barbie's turn, anything she does will make me 
horny," Vixen declared and then sensuously licked her glistening lips.  (Over 
gloss?)

Chelsea started up some music and asked, "So any volunteers for first 
strip tease?"

When no one answered, Chelsea began to use the bedpost as a dance 
pole and striped exactly as I had seen her do in several clubs across the 
country.  It didn't take her more than a few minutes to have me drooling in lust 
for her.

When she was entirely naked, I was doing my best to keep from crawling 
over to her and begging her to let me kiss her...

It was Vixen's turn and she decided to use me as her main audience, by 
tossing her clothes onto me, tickling me with things and nearly rubbing up 
against me as she undulated about in time to the music.  When she made it 
down to her panties, she danced and thrust her hips towards my face with her 
thighs spread and then turned around so her bottom was right in my face and 
slowly slipped her panties to her knees, wagging her pussy in front of me.

I was salivating like one of Pavlov's dogs and had unconsciously started 
to flick my nipples, which was making me hotter than Hell's asphalt.

"Your turn Barbie, now don't be nervous and just try to take off your 
pretty clothes in time to the music.  We aren't expecting you to have a polished 
act as we have.  Just try to be graceful and tease us with your hot body," 
Chelsea instructed, as she helped me to my feet.

I wasn't sure exactly what to do and I was embarrassed about stripping, 
since I knew they would notice how sopping wet I had become watching them, 
but I had to do it so I reached behind me hard and got lucky grabbing the 
zipper on my first try.  I swayed to the music as best as I could and turned to 
show them the zipper as I opened my dress all the way down past my hips.  I 
turned back around, holding the bodice of my dress to my bosom and swayed 
some more.  With a shy look on my face and a bit of a blush, I slowly revealed 
my big lacy shelf bra to their gaze.

Vixen's eyes were wide with anticipation.

Chelsea's face showed desire and a touch of the proud momma.

Encouraged, I started shimming my hips loose from the dress and as it 
floated towards the floor I snagged one of the shoulder straps and held it while 
stepping from the middle of the taffeta prison my body just escaped from.  With 
the dress in hand, I wiggled over to my goddess and drew it across her face and 
lovely naked breasts, watching her nipples scrunch up excitedly.

I left the dress with her and swayed back away while a reached into my 
right cup to, slowly, teasingly, release my huge boob from it.  Just as it was 
about to pop loose past my nipple, I ducked her back into the confines of her 
lacy prison, so I could tease them once again.  When my nipple was just about 
to pop loose, I finished the motion with a high-pitched, "Oops!"

Slowly I worked the top of the cup down underneath my boob, readying 
the release of my other one, however before I started to pull her loose.  I turned 
and bent over at the waist, so when I finished my full turn they could see my 
boob dangling from the cup, while I teased the nipple, using the hope chest at 
the end of the bed for support.

Vixen was licking her lips and Chelsea was watching with intent interest 
now.

I decided to see how much desire I could generate, so I grabbed the big 
girl and drew it to my painted lips and began licking and sucking on it, blowing 
a couple of times to bring it to full erection.

Now that my right boob was stiff and excited, I reached in to extract my 
udder side, and slowly, teasingly, I lifted it free.  (It hung up on my hard nipple 
and took more effort than had my right breast.)  I pulled her up to my mouth 
and worked her into a tight hard ball of electric pleasure for me before pulling 
my bra band down towards my tummy and spinning it to release the hooks.

Once free, I shook both boobs left and right just to feel them jiggle... and 
watch Vixen's tongue sweat.  I took my bra and slipped one of the cups onto 
Vixen's head, almost obscuring her head entirely.

The next step was to waggle my hips and turn while slowly pulling my 
slip down towards my ankles.  Once freed I lifted the cool shimmering material 
up to my face and with closed eyes, gently rubbed my cheek with it.  When I 
opened my eyes, I saw both girls looking hungrily at me.

I tossed the slip onto Chelsea's head and undulated around facing away 
from them.  Squatting down I ran my hands up and down my inner thighs while 
waggling my hips at them.

Just then, I recalled how hot Vixen made me while slipping down her 
panties, so I stood back up, bent over to show my butt... and promptly fell onto 
my face.

I had been doing so well getting around today, I had forgotten how easily 
I can over balance leaning forward.

Chelsea and Vixen both let out concerned squeaks and dove to make 
sure I wasn't hurt.

"Oh, poor Barbie, I'm sorry sweetheart.  You were doing an astonishing 
job too," Chelsea praised.

"Gosh Barbie, I guess you really aren't used to your new boobies yet," 
Vixen sweetly remarked while trying to help me to my feet.  She really is a vixen 
because the way she went about it was to slip her hands underneath my 
boobies and lift their weight off my chest to make it easier for me to regain my 
feet.

Chelsea helped by pantsing me as I stood.

They both hugged me closely when I was on my feet.  The feeling of their 
soft sensuous bodies against mine was indescribable.

Chelsea looked at Vix and asked, "Rubber sheets?"

"Great idea Chelsea!"

They left me holding onto the bedpost while they scampered into the 
closet, returning with a huge rubber sheet they draped across the bed.

Chelsea lifted me up and Vixen grabbed my feet as they placed me on top 
of the bed and crawled over to flank me on both sides.

"Didth I do thomething wrong?" I lisped.

There was no answer forthcoming I guessed when I felt Vixen squirt baby 
oil onto my back, side, butt, and then out to my right boob, which was on top, 
as I was lying on my left side.

They both expertly rubbed the oil around, adding more when needed, 
pushing me onto my back and then right side, until I was covered head to toe in 
a thin sheen of baby oil.

"My turn!" Vix squealed as she squirmed overtop of me, proffering her 
ample breasts to me for oiling.

Chelsea squirted a large amount onto Vixen's breasts for me to spread, 
while she added oil to Vixen's tight butt, and then to her inner thighs.

I figured that Chelsea was doing more than just mere oiling when Vixen 
moaned with closed eyes, clutching at my slick boobies and getting as much 
purchase as a two year old does on a beach ball.

However, the sensations were making me hornier than a Triceratops.

Chelsea flipped Vixen over and tossed me the oil to finish Vix's other 
side, as she spread the oil I squirted onto every surface Vixen has.

It was Chelsea's turn for oiling so she dove over Vixen and bisected us 
with her back turned to me.

We smeared Chelsea up and when we finally finished, she slipped her 
hand between my thighs and started urgently diddling the hell out of my 
permanently erect clit.

I twitched as if overcome by an epileptic fit.

Vixen saw what happened and dove overtop to attack my nipples and 
embed my face between her soft boobies.  Every time I thought, I could reach 
out and return the favor by caressing one of them, Chelsea, would hit my 
electric clit and have me flailing about once again.

"Wow, I love how you can do that Chelsea.  Would you show me how?" 
Vixen pleaded.

Chelsea grabbed Vix's little hand, drew it between my thighs, and placed 
her finger onto my engorged clittie.  When properly situated, Chelsea pressed 
Vix's finger into my clit and I spasmed as before.

"Kewl!  Barbie's clit is so easy to find and so sensitive too," Vix exclaimed 
as she spasmed me again.

"The best part, Vixen, is that Barbies Clit is always erect..." Chelsea 
shared my vulnerability with her.

"So I can just have her orgasming any time I want whether she likes it or 
not?" Vixen tried to clarify the situation.

"Shh...  It's a secret.  Only you, Barbie, her surgeon, and I know about 
it," Chelsea affirmed.  "It's like having superman's kryptonite."

"And how!  I think Barbie's going to cum..." Vixen declared, renewing her 
efforts toward that end.

"Uh... Uh... UHH... UHHHHHHHHHH," I screamed through my first 
orgasm since the pool.

"Nice... She cums so hard," Vix gushed.

I finally could focus my eyes again and forced my head between Vixens 
thighs, diving in for tongue duty on her sweet pussy.

Of course, every time I licked her, it was like licking me since she was in 
a position to return the favor, which made me want to lick her even more.  I 
orgasmed before she did, but kept on eating Vixen until she clutched 
desperately to me screaming out her own.

I couldn't stop though.  It feels too good.  After I came eight times and 
Vixen came five, she was begging me to stop.

She was barely moving after bringing Chelsea to three orgasms while I 
worked her over.  I still couldn't quit eating her.  Vixen had twitched through 
two orgasms while unconscious when I was finally able to stop my assault on 
her lovely pussy.

"Tongue fucked her into unconsciousness did you?" Chelsea giggled at 
me when I came up for air.

"Thorry... I didn'th mean to..." I sheepishly replied to her.

"God, don't apologize honey.  Vixen will wake up tomorrow completely in 
love with you," she assured me with a big booby-to-booby hug.

"Ohthay, but I am sthill your sthlave," I promised, nearly drowning in 
spittle.

"Don't try to talk much until the swelling in your tongue goes down," she 
told me, still holding me closely.

I dragged Vixens limp form up to cuddle with us, even though she wasn't 
conscious, and Chelsea pulled a sheet overtop of us to keep us from being 
chilled while we slept.

**********

I awakened to find Vixen waiting for me to open my eyes so she could 
plant kisses all over my face.

"Umph?" I said, as she acted like a puppy when you first come awake.

"I've never had my lights fuck out before!  Thank you so much Barbie," 
she declared squirming all over.

"Barbie even made you cum twice after you passed out Vix," Chelsea 
informed her.

"You can, do that?" Vixen asked Chelsea, not quite believing a girl can 
orgasm while unconscious.

"I don't know if I can, but honey, I sure know that you can," Chelsea 
teased, planting a big wet kiss on Vixen's lips.

Vixen started in realization, "Oh my god...  Will I ever be able to top this?  
Can I go back to sex with men?  Oh... well sure I can have sex with men, but 
would it ever be this good?"

Chelsea let her fret a little more before interjecting, "I guess you will just 
have to stay friends and keep cumming back for more..." she punctuated that 
with a friendly laugh.

"God if she can suck cock as good as she eats pussy...  I would feel so 
inadequate..." Vixen declared.

"You will be relieved to know then Vix, Barbie hasn't ever sucked a cock."

"Really Barbie?  Maybe I can give you some pointers..."

The very thought of sucking some guys dick made me feel sick, and I 
guess it showed on my face.

"Never mind Vix, Barbie isn't interested in penis," Chelsea informed her, 
knowing my evident mental aversion.

"Actually, that's probably a good thing.  I won't have to worry about you 
running off with some swinging dick and leaving me without your fantastic 
tongue."

"That's sweet of you to say Vixen," I declared, shocking both myself and 
the two other girls at the same time.

"Your lisp is gone, Barbie!" Vixen squealed and hugged me as if she was 
a fellow cheerleader.

"I think if I talk slowly and let my voice go higher, it goes away," I 
carefully declared.

"I love your voice.  It's so sweet," Vixen praised wiggling all over whilst 
still hugging.

However, it wasn't really, what I wanted to hear.  Everything about the 
new me screamed girl, and I was torn about how I felt about it.  Who could deny 
it, when you are wearing a snow-white baby doll, which tightly hugs your huge 
breasts and with a thong spreading your labia, that you are a girl, a damn sexy, 
girl.  I decided that my best response would be a sweet smile and wiggling 
hugging her back.

"Come on Chelsea, let's clean off all the baby oil in a hot soapy bath.  I 
want to have some clean fun with Chelsea's and Barbie's boobies.  We can all fit 
in the tub I saw last night.  Chelsea, thank you so much for letting me share 
your girl Friday," Vixen gushed excitedly.

The two ladies helped me stand up and get balanced before, chasing me 
into the bathroom, threatening to stick their fingers into my vulva if I didn't 
hurry.  I wiggled, jiggled, and undulated my way into the bathroom where they 
insisted on undressing me.

"It is much safer this way, Barbie.  We don't want you getting a black eye 
if you fall down again," Chelsea assured me while lifting the baby doll uppers 
over my head.

"Yah, it's safer for us too.  I almost hit myself in the face with my own 
boobs, getting up so fast to see if you were okay," Vixen giggled as she slipped 
the thong from between my labia and down my legs, to splat on the tile floor.  
"Wow, Barbie, you sure are juicy."

I blushed so hard that it felt like I had sunburn.

"Sorry honey, I meant it as a compliment.  I wish I was as wet as you 
get."

"I like her wet too," Chelsea proclaimed, "I like it so much, it's as if I had 
Barbie made to order."  She slyly winked at me.

"Well, Chelsea, what scent of bath oils should we indulge in today?"

"Rose and Lavender I think... is that okay with you Barbie?  It will make 
you smell so feminine."

"Whatever will get me naked into a tub of soapy water with two gorgeous 
women and four outstanding boobies, is okay with me," I declared, knowing 
that I had little choice in the matter in any case.

While I stood shivering, the beauties squirted oil into the water and 
divested themselves of their own sexy nightclothes.  Luckily, before my teeth 
started to chatter, the girls insisted that I let them help me into the warm slick 
water.

It was so warm and pretty smelling that I relaxed and unconsciously 
started worrying the tip of my nipple.  It was astounding how fast that aromatic 
bath water was heating me up...

I was feeling so good that I heard a moan come out of my own mouth, 
even though I hadn't consciously intended to moan.

"My god Chelsea, you were right.  Barbie could out screw both of us and 
still be ready for more," Vixen whispered to her.

"She is my lil' treasure..." Chelsea affirmed."

"Do you want us to play too Barbie, or are you flying solo this time?" 
Vixen asked me.

I had no idea what she was on about, "You can always play Vixen."  I 
figured that since Chelsea owned me that she didn't need an invite.

"I guess I have to sit this one out..." Chelsea pouted.

"No... oh... ah... Chelsea I thought you...  I mean...  It goes without 
saying..." I was all clichéd out, felt like crying, and would have, if I weren't so 
near to orgasming.

"Please?" I begged, finally realizing that I had been working myself to a 
sexual frenzy.

"I bet you would cum if I just waggled a nipple in your mouth and Vixen 
tried to stuff her little hand into your pussy, while you diddle yourself," she 
surmised and then, began to do.

It wasn't immediate, but it was damn close.  I came like gangbusters and 
when I finally came back to myself, Vixen still had her whole hand inside me.  I 
could feel my pussy muscles gripping her wrist, spasming, and then releasing.  
It was so strange to feel it, but it felt so good being impaled on her arm like this, 
and I was becoming so horny again, it was unreal.

Vixen began opening and closing her hand inside of me, "Oooooooh that's 
soooo... uh..."

She made a fist and began pumping her arm in and out of my vagina, 
which had me beating my little fists on the side of the tub.

"Barbie?  Hold your boobies up for me," Chelsea ordered, and I did.  She 
then commenced to tickle my udders with one of her wonderful nipples, which 
had me orgasming out of my mind.  However, those minxes didn't stop there, 
they kept it up for almost half an hour... at least I think it was half an hour.  I 
remember Vixen adding hot water to the tub three times.

They played with my huge boobs, tickled my erogenous zones, and Vixen 
went to work seriously on my clittie.

The only thing I vaguely remembered next was a soft patting off with a 
big fluffy towel and the next thing I knew I was in bed alone.

I moved my hands about as I had a couple of times before and affirmed 
that it wasn't a dream, she had actually turned me into a huge breasted horny 
little girl.  I also discovered that I was wearing a silky see-through pink teddy, 
with a note pinned to the strap over my left breast.


'Barbie,

You were so lost in, orgasms that we decided to let you nap 
while we did some work on the web.  If you wake up before 
we are back, put on the outfit I laid out for you on your 
hope chest, raid the kitchen, (I left you some of your 
favorite fruits cut up in a bowl in the fridge.) and then 
knock on the office door.

Love
Chelsea


I looked at the clothes she had laid out for me and shouldn't have been 
surprised at her choices.  She put a short plaid skirt, a peasant blouse, panties, 
garter, and hose with high heel saddle shoes for me to wear with them.  I also 
found a note pinned to them:


Barbie,

Once you have these on, don't forget to put on your 
makeup.

I love this.  It's like being your mom and lover at the same 
time.

Vixen says she can't wait to see you in this, so do a good 
job and we'll see you soon.


Love
Chelsea


I started putting on the essentials first and had my panties, hose and 
garter all on when I realized that Chelsea hadn't laid out a bra for me.

'Not, a problem, I'll get one myself,' I thought.  I went to my dresser, 
found an innocuous looking full cup black bra, and slipped it on, just as she 
had shown me.

I proceeded to put on the peasant blouse and figured out all on my own 
that the long hanging pieces in front were to be tied-up underneath my bosom.

Something struck me as a little off, but I wasn't going to let it worry me.  
Into the bathroom, I went and it only took me forty-five minutes to put on my 
makeup.

When I finally got the Raccoon eyes to go away and begin looking, as a 
lady should, off I went to the kitchen, proud of my accomplishment.

I pulled out my bowl of fruit, sat down at the table, and fearing I would 
make a mess of myself, I tucked a napkin in my cleavage and overtop of my 
blouse to keep from being, stained.

I ate slowly and daintily as Chelsea had taught me, washed the bowl in 
the sink, put the napkin in the laundry, and with head held high, marched to 
the office door and knocked.

"Come in!" Vixen shouted.

I grabbed the handle and barged right in... just as I heard Chelsea cry 
out, "No Vixen!  We're on the web cam!"

I froze as if Medusa herself had turned me to stone.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see the chat winds ablaze with 
questions, comments, and saw windows with guys' faces, which Chelsea and 
Vixen could see as well, go blank, their jaws drop open, and rivers of drool flow 
down their chins.

I could even hear a couple of voices exclaim, "Damn!  Who is THAT?" 
and, "I'm in love!"

I finally began to be able to move again, but it was towards the hallway I 
progressed, as if in slow motion.  I had gotten to a point where I could swing the 
girls out of the way and bolt down the corridor when Chelsea called out, "No 
you don't young lady.  The damage is, done.  Just get you lovely soft ass back 
here and face the music."

"Bu... Bu... But... I... I... I..." I stammered while slowly moving back 
towards Chelsea.

"Well, everyone was bound to find out sooner or later I guess.  Everyone?  
This is my kissing cousin, Barbie Charms.  You can tell we share a gene pool, 
can't you?" she tittered musically at the web cam.

An avalanche of written and spoken responses deluged us, but they all 
seemed to buy that tale.

"Barbie isn't a public kind of girl.  Therefore, everyone be sweet to her.  
Barbie?  Wave at your fans and then take Vixen out and spank her for me will 
you?" Chelsea asked, quite obviously playing up to the camera and all the 
horny guys at the other end.

Chelsea whispered in Vixen's ear, and then went back to playing with her 
boobs for her fans.

Vixen jumped up, buck-naked and snagged my hand to drag me from the 
office.

Once out the door she asked, "Where did you get that bra?"

"From my dresser..." I meekly replied.

"You act as if you're a guy sometime Barbie!  Nobody, but nobody, wears 
a bra with a peasant blouse girl!"

I quietly and timidly said, "I... I just thought you two forgot..."

Vixen's eyes rolled around as if she thought I was nuts and helped to 
show me how to wear the peasant blouse.

I quickly discovered that it didn't restrain my boobs nearly as well as my 
bra did, but when I complained, Vixen replied, "Jesus Barbie, that's why you 
wear them!  It's to bring attention to your tits and arouse everyone who sees 
them dance around."

"Do they arouse you like this?" I asked in confusion.

"Do my boobs arouse me when I wear a peasant blouse, or do your boobs 
arouse me when you wear one?" Vixen asked, needing clarification.

I blushed realizing I was mining for a compliment, but I knew better than 
to try to mislead her, "I wanted to... uh... know if my..."

Vixen was way ahead of me and held her finger to my lips to stop me, 
"Very, very much Barbie.  However, I enjoy your breasts in many different types 
of garb.  This look is very hot... well at least without the bra, it is."

"If the bra wasn't hot looking, why did those guys slobber all over 
themselves?"

"Shit Barbie!  You could wear a trash bag and make those guys slobber 
with boobs like those!"

"That might be an interesting experiment..." I trailed off in thought.

"Well, we might just get the chance to do that yet..." she declared and 
then took my hand, leading me back to the office.

Vixen didn't knock, was still naked, and still had me in tow, "She's ready, 
Chelsea."

"Welcome back cousin Barbie!  Give me a kiss honey!"

Chelsea sucked onto my face like a Plecostomus.  She slipped me her 
tongue and groped my boobies.  I loved it, but it was weird knowing we were 
being watched by who knows how many guys.  My body betrayed me by 
creaming my panties, embarrassed, yet turned-on and lubricating myself like 
mad.

My whole world shrunk down until the only thing in it was Chelsea and 
what she was doing to my breasts and lips.

She whispered in my ear, "Sorry baby, I had to promise them 
something," and she scooped one of my boobs out of the peasant blouse, 
exposing it for the entire world to see.  She began to lightly tickle my nipple, 
while still sucked onto my face.

My nipple was scrunching up and I was helpless to stop what was 
happening.

Chelsea twiddled, teased, and tweaked my nipple until it became nothing 
but a diamond-like white-hot pleasure center softening my brain.  My panties 
were soaked and I stayed tight to Chelsea's face, so the people on the other side 
of the web cams couldn't see me clearly.

I briefly opened my eyes and saw Chelsea signal Vixen to come and join 
us, and the next thing I knew, she was boldly and openly licking my nipple, so 
that her face wasn't blocking my boob from the cameras.

"Mmmm Barbie has such tasty nipples," Vixen moaned, putting on a 
show for the camera.

"Come on Barbie, say something for the viewers," Chelsea urged.

"Gahh!  Ooh!" I blurted, while squirming on Chelsea's lap.

"Okay, this is Chelsea and..." Chelsea prompted.

"This is Vixen," Vixen added.

"Signing off for now.  We have to finish this poor girl off now, so you guys 
will just have to fantasize about what we are going to do to Barbie...  Bye, bye," 
Chelsea told her viewers, waved, and turned off the incoherent babbling from 
the many guys who had seen me pleasured.

"Y... Y... You said you wouldn't..." I accused, still squirming since Vixen 
had gone right back to work on my boob.

"Yes, I said I wouldn't humiliate you.  Do you feel humiliated?" Chelsea 
asked, having slipped her hand up my skirt to cup my vulva.

"I...  Uh...  Actually, no..." I rambled, "Soooo gooood..."

"She's so cute when she's horny," Vixen laughed and tenderly bit my 
nipple.

"I think it's time for Barbie to have a pony ride, while you and I watch 
from the hot tub," Chelsea suggested.

"I'll make the drinks..." Vixen offered.

"Barbie, you are just going to love this!" Chelsea promised as she stood 
up, setting me on my low heels.

Vixen supported my wobbly little body on the other side as they brought 
me back to my room.

The girls quickly striped themselves and then helped to strip me.  (I'm 
still not too used to dressing as a woman.)  When we were ready, they slipped 
on bathing suits, however this time they gave me a bikini to wear.

The one-piece was bad enough, but at least it had curtailed some of the 
shifting of my chest, which was throwing me off balance as we walked back to 
the hot tub area.

"So, you have a sea horse for me to ride, while you two relax in the tub?" 
I tried to suggest, hoping it wasn't something worse.

"No such luck honey.  Ah, we're here.  Take off your bottoms and come 
over here," Chelsea ordered.

I did as she urged, sporting my hairless crotch, feeling exposed and 
vulnerable.

"Okay Vixen, let's boost her to the saddle," Chelsea declared as she lifted 
me onto a vinyl-clad, half-round, barrel-like structure, with a flesh colored 
rounded ridge along the top, and centered upon this is a vertical dildo.

I was immediately scared out of my wits.

"Don't be frightened Barbie.  It's okay.  Vix and I both ride the pony from 
time to time," soothed Chelsea, however she neither stopped, nor slowed my 
unavoidable decent onto the dildo.

When I hadn't been looking apparently, Vixen had lubed up the dildo 
with K-Y Jelly, so they easily slipped me onto the protrusion.

"Oof!  Hey, my feet don't reach the ground," I complained, legs dangling 
on both sides of the unit.

Chelsea brought up a center post in front of me, which angled at about 
45 degrees and she had me lay against the padding with my boobs straddling 
both sides of it.  Next, they belted me to it with four different belts and it was 
obvious that I couldn't even fall off the thing.

"Just lie there and enjoy, Barbie," Vixen suggested, "We are going to take 
the control to the hot tub with us and supervise your ride from there."

They scurried off to the Hot tub, Vixen hurriedly making drinks and 
splashing in after Chelsea.

The girls started counting down together, "Five, four, three, two, one...!"

Immediately after hearing, "one," I felt a low vibration start up in the 
'pony', "Wha..."

"What you are riding on sweet Barbie, is called a Sybian, and you are in 
for a wild ride girl," Chelsea declared as I heard and felt the vibrations increase.

"Uuuh!" I squealed in and even higher tones than, I have almost, gotten 
used to.

Dimly off in the distance I heard Chelsea and Vixen chatting, laughing, 
and necking, while I screamed through orgasm after orgasm.  Only after having 
orgasmed so much that I couldn't even scream, let alone sit up, they turned of 
the infernal machine and gently lifted me off the probe.  Random electric pulses 
fired muscles all over my body, totally beyond my ability to control them, 
twitching and jerking as the two women carried me back to bed, where they 
cuddled me until I fell asleep.

**********

Chelsea and Vixen were in bed with me when I came around and it 
seems they had dressed me in a pink nightie, before donning their own 
bedclothes.

"Morning Barbie," Vixen declared with a stretch.

"Oh is my pussy sore..." I answered right back.

"I don't doubt it," Chelsea added from behind me.

"I didn't think a girl could cum that much," I returned in disbelief.

"You did last longer than anyone I ever saw ride the wild Sybian," Vixen 
informed me, "We should get you a rodeo buckle or something..."

"Maybe we could get that Superman guy from TV and have Guinness 
validate the record next time..." Chelsea giggled.

I quickly dove under the pillows and covers trying to hide.

"Damn, I wish I didn't have to leave town tonight," Vixen exclaimed while 
rubbing the large bump sticking up nearest her... my butt.

"Yah, that sucks.  We better get up and make the most of the day we 
have though," Chelsea declared as she dragged me towards the edge of the bed.

"Eep!" I squawked as I slid, finally winding up with my knees dangling 
over the edge of the bed.

"Let's see how well you are walking today Barbie," she insisted as she led 
the way to the bathroom.

"Okay..." I planted my feet on the floor, raised myself up, wobbled, and 
Vixen steadied me before I could topple onto my boobs.

"Still getting your balance, eh Barbie?" she asked, and swatted my big 
soft bottom playfully.

"I guess so.  Thanks Vixen, I would have gotten sore boobs if you hadn't 
caught me," I hugged her in thanks.  It is an amazing feeling squishing our big 
breasts together... especially for me, since mine are so much bigger than hers 
are... and since hers are huge by any standard, that's saying a lot.

Vixen escorted me to the shower and all three of us climbed in together.  
That was some experience too, all of the boobage in that shower made turning 
around, or bending over one hell of a lot of fun.

"Hey Barbie, while you're down there, could you get the underside of my 
boobs for me?" Chelsea asked.

"Sure.  My pleasure, ma'am," I busied myself with sudsing and caressing 
her wonderful tits and then of course Vixen asked me to do hers as well.

"Barbie, while you are at it, could you use the wash cloth on my pussy..." 
Vixen added for good measure.

After finishing off Vixen, and without her asking, I began work on 
Chelsea's lovely labia, cleaning and teasing as much as she would allow...

"Okay, your turn Barbie," Vixen declared, lifting me up so Chelsea could 
do me without bending over.  I must have been extra dirty too, cause she really 
went to town on my crotch.

"God, she can even cum when you wash her pussy!" Vixen declared 
shaking her head in amazement.

"Well let's get dressed and ready, before we wind up blowing a couple of 
hours screwing Barbie's brains out," Chelsea laughed as she exited the shower, 
handing towels to Vixen and me.

I started to rub the towel over myself as I used to, "Ouch..."

"Barbie, you need to pat yourself dry.  Your skin is too sensitive for 
rubbing that towel over yourself," Chelsea instructed.

I started to pat myself dry as she had told me when I heard, "That's it!  
Now, are you two going to let me in on this?  There is no way a girl doesn't know 
to pat her skin dry.  What the hell is going on?"

I must have blushed all the way down to my toes.

"Can I tell her Barbie?"

I nodded.  I couldn't see any way around it now.

"Vixen, what I am going to tell you, you must promise to keep secret.  
Barbie's life would be in total turmoil if the word got out," Chelsea began, "Do 
you promise?"

"Uh... sure... do I have to cross my heart and spit or something?"

"If it makes you feel better..." Chelsea replied and laughed with Vixen in 
answer.

With all of us wrapped in towels, bottom and top, we went in and sat on 
the bed while Chelsea told Vixen my story.

"That's unbelievable Barbie.  I wouldn't have ever know you are a guy," 
Vixen declared.

"Barbie isn't a guy, Vixen.  Barbie is a woman.  She has a uterus and 
ovaries, with all of the plumbing that goes with them.  She had her genitals 
transplanted in exchange with a lady doctor in Bangkok.  So I don't want you 
referring to her as male in any way," Chelsea admonished.

"Sorry...  But, isn't that impossible?"

"Nope, it just hadn't been done until Barbie here."

"She must have been one heck of a short guy then," Vixen surmised.

"Not really... Barbie is over a foot shorter than she started out."

"How did that happen?  You can't make bones shrink," Vixen inquired 
suspiciously.

"Actually they did it arthroscopically.  They inserted two hollow tubes 
until they were on opposite sides of the bones, then they pushed a loop through 
one side, and a flexible saw blade, which has a knot on the end.  The knot is 
caught by the loop, which is tightened, pulled through the loop's tube a ways, 
drawing the saw blade out and around the bone, allowing the doctors to saw 
through the bone.  The procedure is then repeated down the limb a ways, 
releasing the bone segment, which is pulverized by an ultrasound probe they 
insert through the small cut.  Irrigation is provided allowing the bone dust and 
water mix to exit the body.  Once that is complete, they use a small amount of 
autogenous paste to speed healing of the bones together."

"The really cool thing is that autogenous paste was also used to widen 
Barbie's hips.  The doctors used the arthroscopic procedure to separate the 
hipbone and filled in the void with the paste.  The bones were speed healed with 
an electrical bone growth stimulator.  The whole thing was cutting edge 
surgery.  It was a good thing that Barbie owned a house and a couple of cars, or 
she couldn't have afforded the surgery, even though the medical students all 
volunteered their time."

"The special surgeries that came later were due to a fluke of timing.  
Barbie was there during the time the tsunami hit the area and a young girl died 
in the hospital.  It turned out that she was a perfect donor match with Barbie, 
so the Doctors wanted to do something special for Barbie.  They gave Barbie the 
girl's ovaries in addition to the ones they had already transplanted from the 
doctor.  They knew that Barbie was to be a lesbian love slave.  Her high voice is 
from the same donor, which is why it sounds so childlike.  That about covers it, 
other than the fact that I am rehabilitating Barbie, by mentoring her in the 
ways of femininity.  Any questions?" Chelsea took a big breath after such a long 
dissertation.

"Wow.  So little Barbie was really a man and you made her one of us?  I 
like it," Vixen determined.  She walked over to me and drew me into a big hug, 
"Barbie, your secret is safe with me.  Not that anybody would believe me if I told 
them.  If I can help with girl lessons please ask.  I would love to help you 
become as sweet a girl as Chelsea is."

"Th... thanks Vixen.  Aren't you grossed out or put-off, now that you 
know?" I asked uncertainly, worried that she wouldn't like me anymore, or 
worse yet, would think me a pervert for stalking Chelsea in the first place.

"I think that if Chelsea believes you can be reformed that you must be a 
good girl inside.  I don't know why I would be upset with you, since you are one 
of us girls now.  My knowing how you got this way, doesn't change what we 
shared the past couple of days," she rubbed my platinum blonde head and then 
asked, "You aren't put-off me, because I still like you, are you?"

I shook my head, hair flying all over, and started to blubber into Vixen's 
terry cloth towel, "Damn hormones!"

Vixen and Chelsea laughed and comforted me.

"New lesson for today Barbie, 'Dressing to minimize the attention you will 
draw when out in public: 101'.  Today you get to start out with the bra you 
showed up wearing underneath your peasant blouse.  Dark pantyhose, navy 
pumps and skirt, and a big, loose-fitting, lace-covered, white blouse with three 
quarter length sleeves that buttons up so only six inches of your cleavage 
shows.  Accent that with the low inch and a half pumps in your closet, two 
bracelets, and a tight string of pearls necklace around your neck and you 
should be very understated.  Well... understated for a girl built like us that is," 
she blushed and winked at me.

I busied myself dressing, which means that Chelsea and Vixen finished 
before I had my pantyhose on.  They helped me with the rest of it and we 
adjourned to the dressing table to put on our makeup.

The girls insisted that I do my own makeup the best I could and only 
after I made a mess of my face did they help.

"Less is more, Barbie, just a touch of color and shading here and there.  
You are going to be outside and in well-lit places today.  If you were going to go 
dance at a club, then you would need to put it on heavier, with slightly different 
colors, here we'll show you," Chelsea said, finally taking pity on me.

Once they finished, I had to ask, "So just where are we going today?"

"To the Mall," they answered excitedly in stereo.

My makeup wasn't adequate to hide the fact that all of the blood had 
drained out of my face so Vixen reassured me, "Barbie, don't worry.  Chelsea 
and I will be there to protect you.  We know how to handle ourselves in public, 
and you need to start learning now too."

I knew she was right, but stage fright is stage fright, even when you 
know you have it, "I'll be alright.  It will just take a while to work myself up to it, 
I guess."

"Good girl," Chelsea praised, "Now, here's your purse.  Let's go."

We all gracefully made our way to the SUV.  Well, Chelsea and Vixen 
were graceful at least.

The drive was long, through Minneapolis and St Paul, but we chatted 
and I answered as many questions as Vixen could think up.

As we approached our destination, I was alarmed at the size of the place.  
I had been by the Mall before, when I was taller, during the daylight hours, and 
it seemed big.  Now, to the smaller me, it looks really big.  When we came to 
Hooters, it was dark so I didn't see how big it was.  Perhaps I, was distracted?  
('Hooters' is on the fourth floor, Upper East Side near Bloomingdales.)

"Remind me Barbie, we need to stop by the 'Sunglass Hut' first to pick 
you up some sunglasses."

"It won't be that bright in the Mall, Chelsea, I won't need them, I think."

Chelsea and Vixen both had theirs on, but we were outdoors and Chelsea 
was driving.

Vixen snorted a laugh, "Barbie, it's not to shade your eyes honey, it's to 
hide your identity."

"Oh..."

"It also helps you look around and see who's staring and who might be 
trouble, without them knowing you saw them," Chelsea added.  "We'll show you 
how."

We parked, and entered the mall from the east parking lot and turned 
left at the main corridor, up one level, where the girls quickly hustled me to the 
Sunglass Hut and we picked me up some cheap Ray-Bans.  It was weird 
shopping in the women's sunglasses section for me, but they looked much 
better on me than the men's sunglasses I accidentally put on.  (They fell off my 
face anyway.)

After we left the hut, I had come to an embarrassing conclusion when 
Chelsea paid for the sunglasses, "Chelsea?  Um... thanks for the sunglasses.  
Can I ask you something?"

"Sure Barbie, any time," she smiled as we strolled.

"What can I do for a living now?  Uh, how can I pay my way without a 
job, in this body?" I feared the answer I might get.

"You work for me Barbie.  You don't get a salary as such though.  I plan 
to have you help with my online store and a few other things.  If you are able to, 
I will have you schedule my out of town jobs and help promote me to clubs, you 
know, generally manage the details for me.  At least when you aren't screwing 
my brains out."

Vixen tittered at that.

"Oh, okay... I was worried there for a bit.  I realized that I didn't even 
have the twenty five bucks for the sunglasses and I couldn't have paid for 
them."

"Now you know how it is for some housewives, Barbie.  Their husbands 
don't give them any money so they have to rely on him to buy everything for 
them.  That makes me think..." Chelsea stopped over by the wall out of the way 
and opened her purse, "Here honey, keep this in your purse for emergencies.  
God, I didn't even think..." she reached back into the purse, "Here put this 
business card in your purse too.  It has our home number and my cell phone 
number.  Shit I hadn't even thought we might get separated and you wouldn't 
know your own phone number."

"Thanks..." I replied, stunned.  I hadn't thought of that either.  It finally 
dawned on me how completely dependant on Chelsea I am.

"Shoot, I didn't even tell you," she began, "Open your purse and look in 
your wallet."

I did as she said and found my identification, a copy of my 'Birth 
Certificate', a social security card, library card, and a photo ID card, "No drivers 
license?"

"You weren't available to take the driver's test, or pose for the id picture," 
she reminded me.

"Oh."

"Now we need to go shopping..." she smiled reassuringly.

"God, Barbie, I never thought about all that stuff...  You really were a..." 
she let it trail off without finishing it.

"We are getting Barbie a Cell phone first thing.  A girl shouldn't be 
without one."

We wandered up to the third level and around to the west end of the 
mall.  Chelsea escorted me into the 'Verison Wireless' store and right up to the 
counter, "Hi, I'm here to pick up a cell phone I ordered."

After the guy stuffed his eyeballs back into his head, he forced them up 
to Chelsea's face, "Eh, hem... ah...  Oh, you are picking up a phone.  Uh yah, 
what name is that under?"

"The billing name is Chelsea Charms.  The listed phone number is for 
Barbie Charms."

"Oh, heh... I remember someone speaking of this.  Good choice, I'll go 
and get it," he spun on his heels and slipped into the back room.

When he returned, carrying a box, a couple of male faces peeked out 
from the back area, and boy did they act stupid.  One guy's eyes rolled up and 
he slapped his face really hard.  Another was pounding his forehead on the 
doorpost.  Shortly, they both started tittering at each other like eight-year-old 
schoolgirls.

"I took the liberty of installing the optional covers you ordered Ms. 
Charms.  You know that these have been a very hot item since their release.  
The boss had to hide this one in his desk to keep it from being sold out from 
under you, even after he made everyone swear to keep their hands off this one.  
I understand why now," he informed us with a huge shit-eating grin on his face.

"Just call the number stuck on the phone to activate it when you're 
ready, and thank you for your business," he finished, having already proffered 
the credit card receipt to Chelsea for her signature.

As he headed back towards where the other guys were, all three of them 
made as if they were little girls gossiping excitedly.

I just shook my head as we made our way towards the door.

We sat down outside on one of the Mall's benches once clear of the store.

Chelsea took out the box and handed me the contents.

She had gotten me a Nokia, 'Barbie' Cell phone!  I wasn't sure if I should 
be upset, or grateful, I just stared at it in my pink fingernailed hands.

"Don't you like it?  I think it's cute!" Vixen declared snatching it up and 
looking it over.

"If you don't like it, I can take it back..." Chelsea offered.

I considered for a moment and realized that she had gone to a hell of a 
lot of trouble to make sure I could get one of these special phones.  'Oh, what 
the hell,' I thought, 'so what if Barbie Charms has a 'Barbie' phone.  She 
wanted me to have one, and she thought it would make me happy.  I already 
knew she was working hard to make me happy, and that girls like their 'Mattel 
Barbies', so I sighed, "It took my dimly male brain a minute to get out of the 
way.  I really like it Chelsea, thank you."

"Aw, you get all the pretty stuff!" Vixen mock pouted as she handed the 
phone back to me.

"Yah, but most of it wouldn't fit you anyway," I declared.

Both ladies chuckled and I put the phone away into my purse.  'God, did 
I just refer to, 'my purse'?' I thought.

"Well now that that problem is solved, follow along to our next shopping 
adventure," Chelsea teased as she stood and dragged us both with her.

Down two levels, and all the way over to the East side again.

I saw ahead of time, what our destination would be.  I wanted to balk at 
going in, but neither of the ladies even hesitated.

The whole time we made our way to the store, I had noticed how 
strangely people were acting whenever we passed by.  One guy even walked into 
a post.

When we entered the store, two clerks started looking down their noses 
at us, and were obviously being very catty.

Chelsea and Vixen acted as if they didn't see them and immediately 
started diving into panties, garter belts, and slips, comparing their finds and 
discussing the possible combinations and how we would look in them.

The clerks seemed to become braver and louder as we browsed, as if they 
didn't care if we heard them and were offended.  Right about the time they 
would have become loud enough we couldn't pretend we didn't hear them, a 
woman slipped out from the back and marched right over to us, "Chelsea!  So 
nice to see you in here again."

She shook hands with Chelsea and turned to us, "I see you have brought 
some new customers with you this time.  Hi, I'm Mary."

I held out my hand for her to take, "Hi, I'm Barbie."

The clerks tittered loudly and I heard one say to the other, "Of course she 
is."

"Very nice to meet you Barbie...?" she prompted for my last name.

"Charms, I'm Barbie Charms," I confirmed.

"Are you related?" she looked at Chelsea and me back and forth.

Chelsea confirmed, "Yes, Barbie is my cousin."

The clerks were becoming nasty and my head was cocked such that Mary 
knew they were bothering me, "Excuse me for a moment Barbie."

She turned and approached the clerks, who appeared to take interest in 
rearranging the checkout counter, "If you girls care to keep your jobs, you will 
go over and apologize to my friends, otherwise pick up your purses and start 
looking for work."

Both girls turned pale and came over to us, "We're sorry, we were mean 
and immature..." the loudest girl told us, sounding like she didn't mean a word 
of it.

"Mandy, get your purse.  You just lost your job," Mary informed her.

When she turned towards the remaining clerk, the girls blurted quickly, 
"I'm really, really sorry.  I hope you will forgive me," and promptly bust into 
tears.

Mary hugged her and said, "You just might make assistant manager, 
Julie.  I want you to meet my friends.  This is Chelsea Charms and her cousin, 
Barbie Charms.  Unfortunately I haven't been introduce to this beauty yet..."

"Vixen LaMoore, bosom buddy, no relation," she laughed at herself as 
she proffered her hand for shaking.

"Lovely to meet you Vixen.  Now can I show you girls something in a 
panty?"

Vixen was feeling frisky I guess, she replied, "Barbie would be my 
choice."

Mary laughed at the obvious joke and Julie seemed to relax a little.

"Well, unfortunately we don't allow fitting of panties.  Or I wouldn't mind 
seeing her in a few pairs myself," Mary confirmed, much to Julie's shock.  "Will 
you be wanting quantity discounts this time Chelsea?  I think we can make you 
a good deal."

"How well you know me, Mary.  Yes, I think maybe two or three cases," 
Chelsea confirmed.

Julie's eyes were bugging out of her head, "Two or three cases..."

"Yes Julie, Chelsea is one of my best customers.  She doesn't usually 
come into the store unless she is looking for something special," Mary informed 
the younger woman, "I thinks she only gets to wear them once, she goes 
through so many."  Marry laughed, "Julie, Chelsea resells the panties.  She's a 
sorceress in Internet lingerie sales."

"Oh..." Julie's eyes were big and round, even though she was being, 
misled.

Mary winked at Chelsea knowingly.  She knew that Chelsea was selling 
them used, and how much she could get for them even.  The younger girl didn't 
need that information until she matured a bit.

Chelsea held up a half dozen of the ones we had picked out and handed 
them to Mary, "I want a half case of each in my size, and now that I think of it, 
give me half a case more of each for Barbie."

"Very good, they will be arriving in about two weeks Chelsea," Mary 
promised.

"Now could you show me something in a padded bra..."

Mary cracked up laughing, "Sure, Julie and me are the only qualifiers 
here."

Julie caught on a bit slower but finally smiled when she understood the 
joke.

"I really wish we carried something in sizes that could be tailored for you 
Chelsea, especially now that I know your cousin would be a customer too."

"We might have something that would fit Vixen though," she posed 
hopefully.

"Sorry Mary, 34 GG cups," Vixen declared.

"Jesus!" Julie burst out, blushing immediately.

Vixen laughed and said, "Julie, these aren't anything when I stand next 
to my breast friends here," having pointed to her boobs.

"What... What size are you Barbie, if I may ask?" Julie pried.

Chelsea jumped in to answer, "She is somewhere between, 'Holy shit!' 
and 'Oh my God!'  Actually Julie, there is no size for us.  If you were to assume 
a direct progression I would guess about a double V cup for both of us."

"Sorry... I just had to ask," she blushed self-consciously.

"Don't worry about it Julie.  Many people are curious, and many are 
prejudiced, I don't hold it against anyone unless they're rude, and even let them 
feel the weight of them if they're nice.  Are you curious enough for that?" she 
tempted.

"Go ahead Julie.  She let me do it once too," Mary smiled at the younger 
girl's trepidation.

"Can I?  I'm not a lesbian or anything... I'm just curious..."

"Hey, it's okay Julie.  Why don't you try Barbie's girls, she won't mind," 
Chelsea offered, as I was standing closer to Julie.

Julie gently reached out, as if my tits would bite her, and hefted both 
from underneath, "Wow, they're heavy."

"Yes, a little over twenty-six pounds each," Chelsea, confirmed.

"Thanks for letting me feel, Barbie," Julie gave me a big hug.  Lucky for 
me I'm only boob high on her.  (So what, they may be small, but they're still 
boobs!)

"You're welcome anytime Julie," I answered, into her breast.

"Careful Julie, you might not be a lesbian, however..." Chelsea warned.

"Oh!" Julie let go of me as if I was on fire.

Chelsea laughed, "Barbie is spoken for, though."

"Now, now, Chelsea I think Julie has been open-minded, she doesn't 
need to be traumatized," Mary told her.

"Just teasing Julie, sometimes we goof around too much.  Barbie is 
harmless.  She is just an entertainment agent.  She makes sure my actress 
career stays on course."

"You're an actress?  That's so cool," Julie gushed.

"Now you know more of why Chelsea is such a good customer, and why 
she doesn't often come into the store.  Look out front and you will probably find 
a dozen or so guys staring in here, afraid to be seen amongst the lingerie," Mary 
tittered.

"Speaking of lingerie, do you have anything in a bustier for Barbie?" 
Chelsea asked.

"Nope, not unless Julie is wearing one... and interested.  Seriously, 
though, everything in our bustier line has demi-cups so we can't accommodate 
her.  I doubt we could even find one for pretty Miss Vixen either.  We do 
however have some very nice skirts on sale.  I think that Barbie would look 
great in a black pencil skirt, or a rose-print mini skirt," Mary suggested, 
beckoning us over to look.

"Oh, I know the perfect thing..." she declared scurrying off.  When she 
returned she held up a plum colored silk charmeuse skirt and promptly held it 
to my waist, "What do you think?"

I placed my hand on the skirt and it felt wonderful, so smooth, and cool.

"Sold, the look on Barbie's face is enough to decide that," Chelsea 
declared, noticing my infatuation.

"Great, and oh, we have this lovely Camel colored leather skirt on sale 
too..." she held it up to me, so Chelsea could see it.

"I like it too.  Why don't you try those on and model for us Barbie?  We'll 
wait for you out here while you slip into them for size."

This would be a first for me, actually going into a ladies dressing room 
and trying on clothes.  Mary carried the skirts back with her and hung them in 
the dressing room, "Would you like me to give you a hand getting these on?"

I shook my head no, and began to slip out of my skirt.  After she left, I 
expertly donned the leather skirt first, made sure my fly wasn't open... (Got you!  
Skirts don't have flies.), and stepped out to model for Chelsea and Vixen.

"Shit!  Now I'm really sorry I have to fly out of here tonight," she 
grumbled.

"We'll take that one.  Go try the other one on, Barbie," Chelsea told me.

She liked that one even better and Vixen was strangely quiet throughout 
my modeling it.

I slipped out wearing my skirt and handed the two others to Mary to ring 
up.

"That should do it for us Mary.  Would you mind bringing those and the 
panties by, when they come in?" Chelsea sweetly asked.

"Not one bit," Mary smiled and then, "I'll see you when I drop off the 
panties," she whispered to me and winked.

"I can't wait.  See you Mary," Chelsea waved as we left her store.

"Did a girl just get fired for disrespecting us?" I asked.

"Yup, it happens sometimes.  Some people are too narrow minded or just 
down right rotten.  Don't worry though, she can probably get her job at the 
Dairy Queen back..." Chelsea confirmed.

Vixen found that to be hilarious, and laughed up a storm, all the way to 
Bloomingdales.  She dove into a sale rack and found a lovely Silk Charmeuse 
Wrap Blouse in Claret.

It looked absolutely huge to me.

She handed it to Chelsea who held it up in front of me and stated, "This 
will tailor up very nicely for you Barbie.  Hmm, size 22, perfect.  Come on, you 
have to try it on, I want to see you in it."

We went into the dressing rooms, she helped strip the blouse off me, and 
slipped me into the Silk one, "That will look great with the leather skirt we 
picked up."  She lifted the front of the blouse up underneath my boobs and 
pulled it in tightly to my sides, "Here, have a look in the mirror hon.."

I looked and was amazed to find that size 22 does fit... my boobs that is.  
Once the darts were in, the seams re-cut, and the whole thing shortened, it 
would look fabulous on me, "Chelsea?  Uh, I have to look away.  I'm turning 
myself on too much."

Vixen giggled, "Your turning me on too much too."  She slipped up 
behind me and stroked my derrière.

"Stop it Vixen, you don't want her to grab you and bang your brains out 
in the dressing room do you?"

"It wouldn't be the first time..." she laughed, "but Bloomingdales might 
be too busy for us to get away with it."

They stripped the new blouse from me and then helped put me re-dress.

We shopped there a while longer but not much caught our eye.  We 
wandered the mall... well we wandered in quickstep, "Chelsea, why are we 
walking so fast?"

"Here, let me show you what happens when we stroll," she slowed way 
down to an almost granny speed walk.

Within a few minutes a guy walked up to Chelsea and asked, "Excuse 
me, but may I get your autograph Miss Charms?"

Quickly followed by another guy, "I'm your biggest fan Miss Charms, 
would you autograph my shirt?"

Behind me I heard, "Vixen LaMoore!  You're great.  I loved your layout in 
Score Magazine.  Would you autograph this?"

We were trapped there, for ten minutes, signing autographs... yah even 
me.  I heard a guy behind me say, "Oh my god!  I saw you on Chelsea's website.  
You're Barbie Charms aren't you?  Would you sign this for me?"

Once other guys heard that, they deluged me just like the other two.  
Most of them had no idea who I was, but I fit the description and they didn't 
want to miss out in case I was somebody.

The crowd pressed in around us so much I didn't know if they were 
groping me or if guys were being, pushed into me.  There seemed to be an 
inordinate amount of collisions with my breasts in any case.

Finally, the commotion became so huge the Mall Security Guards had to 
come break it up and escorted us to the Mall offices.

When we walked in the doors I heard, "Oh, it's you again Chelsea.  What 
happened, did you slow down too much again?"

"Sorry Steve, we were trapped.  Thanks for the rescue," Chelsea replied.

"I haven't met your two companions..." he remarked.

"Steve, this is Barbie Charms and Vixen LaMoore.  Vixen, Barbie, this is 
Steve."

We all shook hands, and then Steve went on, "Chelsea, we just can't 
have riots in the Mall.  It doesn't play well with the bosses you know.  I'll have a 
guard follow you around for the rest of your stay if you don't mind.  Then I'm 
only one man down, instead of having to send half my men in," he chucked 
good-naturedly.

"My disguise wasn't very good today I'm afraid," she added, removing her 
sunglasses.

"Right...  Especially with your entourage and figure, you are almost 
wearing a neon sign when you visit.  Ah well, I can honestly tell the bosses that 
no one was hurt, many of the patrons were given 'celebrity autographs' for free, 
and nobody is pressing charges."

"If you think this was bad, you should see me at the beach on a sunny 
day."

"I would...  Ah, never mind.  Just don't put images in my head like that," 
he reigned himself in at the last minute, "Now take off, before I violate the vows 
I made to my wife."

We all giggled at his response and found ourselves tailed by a brick-wall 
sized mall guard.

Once we had started out of the mall offices, Chelsea stopped, turned 
toward our protector and said, "Hi, I'm Chelsea.  What's your name?"

"Ah, Billy... it's Billy," he answered, seemingly uncomfortable being 
talked to.

"He's shy.  I like him," Vixen declared.

"Steve told you we're celebrities?"

"He didn't have to," Billy replied, blushing.

"Are you a fan?"

"Yes, ma'am," he answered politely.

"Would you like an autograph or anything...?  I figure we might as well 
be friends if you have to follow us around anyway."

"I'd like that Ms. Charms," he answered, with an aw-shucks look at his 
shoes.

Chelsea popped open her purse and pulled out an autographed picture of 
herself.  Vixen followed suit and handed one to him as well.

"I'd really like, ah... her autograph..." he managed to get out, indicating 
me.

Chelsea smiled and chuckled, "Good thing I took those shots of you the 
other day."  She pulled out a photo from when I had posed on the bed for her 
the other day and handed it and a pen to me.

I found a countertop handy and signed, 'To Billie, All My Love, Barbie 
Charms', to it.

He lit up like a one armed bandit during a jackpot, "Thank you so much, 
Chelsea, Vixen and especially, thank you Barbie."  He gently shook our hands 
and tucked the photos away in his light jacket.

We all started again heading for Nordstrom's, and anytime someone 
looked as though he were about to approach us, Billy gave him a menacing 
look, which sent him on his way.

We could take our time and stroll leisurely, finally, which I appreciated 
as my back was beginning to bother me and my feet weren't doing much better.

"You getting tired hon.?" Chelsea asked, seemingly reading my mind.

"Yes, I guess I'm not used to being in high heels this long," I answered, 
and quite honestly, since I hadn't worn high heels more than a couple of hours 
before in my life.

Vixen stifled a laugh.

"Do you want Billy to carry you, or do you think you can keep going until 
we reach Cinnabon?" she teased.

"She wouldn't weigh more than some of the kids I've had to carry out of 
here before..." Billy informed us.

"I think I'll last," I quickly answered before Billy decided I needed a lift.

We picked up some cinnamon buns and invited Billy to sit with us.  He 
would have been too conspicuous standing over us while we had a bite.

I had about one quarter of a bun, Chelsea had half of one, Vixen had the 
other quarter and we forced Billy to eat one, which left Vixen a snack for her 
flight later.

"Feel strong enough for the hike over to Nordy's now?"

I stood up and started walking with them towards Nordstrom's and 
Chelsea leaned over and whispered, "Barbie, you shouldn't use the tables to 
hold up your boobs when we eat.  People stare..."

"Oops..."

After walking the almost quarter mile to Nordstrom's I was becoming 
fatigued again, but wasn't about to show it for fear of being carried around by 
Billy.

Vixen turned off the walkway onto the carpet, headed for some of the 
racks of clothes.

I turned off the carpet to follow and that's when everything went black.

**********

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.

**********

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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COPYRIGHT:

Stalking Chelsea (Version 0.2)

By Wholeman

Everything else is Copyright (c) 2005, by: Stone On the Moor LTD.  Freely 
archived, copied, transmitted, and redistributed, printed, fantasized about or 
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