Chelsea wants some of that Foreign Pussy

Chelsea had a few options but she really wanted to see Arabian, Indian, and Egyptian women. She heard of how they were very stuck on their culture save those that grew up in America and wanted to see how they stacked up to most other women she had seen. So she chose the winners, of the winners only one was out of the country the Indian one the rest lived in America in different states. So she arranged for them to be transported. They would stay with her for 2 months, afterward it was up to them if they wanted to stay longer. They would get a preview of what their life could be with her. So with that done she announced her winners and the arrangements made for them. A thought occurred to her and shrinking her boobs down she grabbed the wand, "I wish that no one makes threats, harasses, or tries to publicly shame the winners of my raffle as I will be opening another raffle every 3 months starting today with the prices for raffles being just 5 dollars per stage." the wand glowed, this would give people a chance to try again and not exactly bleed people dry of money. With that done she began to get ready.

-3 Days Later-

Chelsea stood at the airport strip landing, at the windows of the airport people were snapping pictures of her. This time she was in her 'public' form in all it's tall, gigantic busted, amazonian glory. Behind her was a large jeep since she had a new body she decided to get a car that would work best with it which it did surprisingly well. She heard the roar of an engine and turned to see the jet coming down to land. Once it landed the door opened and out stepped the three ladies she was entertaining. First came the Indian girl, she was average in terms of overall appearance and height, slight bust, slight hips, slight butt, not much going. Then there was the Arabian woman very beautiful though similar to the indian very slight in terms of endowments. Finally there was the Egyptian woman, and par the course her endowments were minimal... something Chelsea would fix.

But for now time to play the gracious host. "Welcome my lovelies." They all stared up at her in awe, her gigantic breasts almost hiding her face. She lowered herself down and pulled them into a hug. They all made noises of surprise and pleasure, as she hefted them up swinging them from side to side. Then she lowered them down, "Sorry a little excited." she said.

The Arabian woman spoke, she had a slight accent but sounded very American. "It's alright I'm just surprised I won to see you... you personally is amazing! I must truly be blessed!" she said.

Chelsea smiled, "Well I wanted to meet more... exotic women get to know them and their culture a bit... and see what they look like under the covers." All three blushed. "Come we can talk as I take you to my place." She said as the staff put the last of their luggage down each one had at least 2 suitcases. Chelsea grabbed 4 suitcases and hefted them up with ease.

The Egyptian woman spoke, "Oh no please we can carry our luggage!" she said.

Chelsea shrugged, "Ah it's fine it's nothing for an Amazonian like me!" she said. "In fact had me the last two." she said, and they did she hefted all up 3 in each of her huge hands. "Come on." she said and lead them to her jeep. She put the bags in the back secured it and then got in the Jeep as they sat there looking nervous. "Now then ladies tell me a bit about yourselves." she said and began driving.

-Several Hours Later Chelsea's Mansion-

Chelsea pulled up to her mansion having learned a lot of her winners. The Egyptian was Bennu Hamza, she was 24 and was trying to become a model for adult magazines. She greatly admired Chelsea's prodigious body and wished she had been born an Amazonian or at the very least had a great figure like Chelsea. Currently she was working at a small modeling team for underwear. The Arabian was Samira Salim, she was a writer, and mostly wrote childrens stories though she had penned some adult stories under a different name and had even wrote some fetish novels of Amazonians and had heard of the rumored Futazonians and was currently writing a story of a Futazonian. Finally the Indian was Mira Gupta, she was a more curious case as she spoke very little of her past and mostly talked of her present. Apart from having no job she was currently trying to gain citizenship for America and was hoping that time with Chelsea would help her decide whether or not she wanted to live in America and refused to speak further while Chelsea could easily use the wand to find out what was going on she preferred to let Mira reveal the facts when she was comfortable enough to do so. She got out of her Jeep unloaded the suitcases and lead them inside.

Chelsea smiled as they looked around in awe, "Now then ladies you have a special chance to come out of this event with some sizable benefits." She said, "To which I must inform you of one rule, you will be shown a secret I have been hiding for a long time, this secret must never leave this house, ever if it does you will leave here as if nothing has changed. You cannot tell anyone this secret, not your friends, your family, not even your pets is to know this secret. Should you tell anyone you will leave here immediately and it will be as if we had never met." she said. Chelsea figured this was a clever way to tell them the power of her wish without actually saying it. "So swear to me right here and now that whatever you learn here will be a secret you keep forever!" she said.

The women looked at each other then at her, confused but willing they all said, "We swear." The only question now being was would they keep their word.

Chelsea nodded, "Good now then you can either tour and find which rooms you wanna stay in, or if you want we can go out see the sights, buy some clothes and maybe get something to eat? It's up to you." She said. They looked at each other.

Mira looked at them, "Well I would rather go see the sights I've never been to America before." she said.

Samira nodded, "True but I'm tired flying on a plane is far more stressful than I thought it would be." Mira nodded to that.

"True to fly across the ocean was... breathtaking but terrifying." she agreed.

Samira nodded, she then turned to Bennu, "It's up to you it seems." Bennu was silent as she thought...