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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