Sophie had spent a few hours preparing for her second stream. Rooting through her bags of new clothes, she struggled to find the perfect outfit, repeatedly going back to her laptop where she had saved a folder called “Outfit Ideas.” Inside the folder were photos of gothy outfits that she had downloaded for reference, which itself had taken hours. The problem was that once she had started to do some research, she hadn’t been able to stop. The folder had over a hundred photos in it, and she wasted time practically drooling over the girls, unable to believe that with a little hard work she could look just like them.

She hadn’t ever given much thought to the fact that she liked girls just as much as guys. Until recently, she never imagined she would be of much interest to anyone, no matter their gender. Sure, she had crushed on both boys and girls in the past, but there was always something in the back of her head, telling her that any kind of relationship was a fantasy. She was just too shy.

But in the last few days, ever since she started her new “job,” and ever since Rob had started his project to make her more confident, that shyness had begun to melt away. And with it, she started to fully acknowledge just how into women she actually was. Scrolling through outfit ideas, she tried on combinations of new clothes, knowing that the next step was to start making herself up like the girls in the pictures. Heavy eyeliner, black lipstick… with some excitement she started an Amazon wishlist, knowing that she could mention it during her next show and that at least a few of her fans could help her out.

After that, she’d need to get her hair done. Her straw-brown hair just wasn’t enough, and if Rob wanted her to be the kind of girl she now knew he liked, she’d have to dye it, maybe get it cut differently than she ever had. But what color? Pink? Purple? She wasn’t sure. Scrolling through outfit ideas, her mind raced with excitement.

And soon, the excitement got the best of her. Sophie’s searches began with phrases like “alternative outfit ideas,” and “casual goth girl outfits,” slowly progressing towards “goth lingerie,” and then, “goth NSFW.” Laying out all of her new clothes on the floor and bed of her dorm room, she tried to mimic the girls she saw in the photos, trying out poses, experimenting with various states of undress. Maybe I can be a little bad in my next stream, she thought. The idea made her feel faint. And if that doesn’t seem right, I can get my Instagram account password from Rob, and post some of these there. After all, she only had a few photos on her Insta, and her thousand followers would need content if she wanted them to stay loyal.

Slipping into one of her new underwear sets, a high-waisted, black, lacy pair of panties and a lacy bra with a print of skeleton hands, she stepped in front of the mirror. Her huge breasts were barely contained, soft flesh spilling over the cups of the bra. It was so strange, she thought, that the goddess-like body she saw in the mirror was hers. How could I have ever let this go to waste? She mused, squeezing her chest with one hand, and absentmindedly letting the other slip beneath the waistband of her panties. I’ve been so good for so long, but… why? This is so fun! Rob is right, I should be showing myself off, making people happy, getting famous.

Sophie’s fingers slid into her slit, parting her pussy lips and lazy exploring the dampness there. I look so sexy. I should send a few photos to Rob.

She reluctantly let go of her chest, searching her desk for her phone. Finding it, she got down to her knees, spread her legs, and took a photo. Inspecting it, she frowned. Even though she loved her new clothes, and finally loved her body, she felt she wasn’t ready until she had gone “fully goth,” as she pictured it. Which required her to get her hair done, and learn some makeup tricks. Her hair was not even close yet, and her glasses still screamed “nerd.” Sighing, she sat down in front of her computer, oblivious to her hand still playfully resting between her legs. She typed in, “goth girl porn,” and slowly fingered herself to a video of a tattoo-covered girl having sex with a blonde girl wearing an innocent-looking dress. Maybe I can get a tattoo. I wonder if Rob wants that.

But there was another problem: Sophie hadn’t heard from Rob since the day he helped her with clothes shopping. And while that had only been one day, she would have considered that a long time even before he became her “boss.” She fretted, wondering if she would hear from him before her show, which was scheduled for 8:00. Without his help, she was still nervous about what she would wear, how she should act, and whether or not she was allowed to read the messages on her profile. To try and relax, she sped her fingers up, trembling as her legs began to become numb. The goth girl on the screen had put a strap-on on, and was bending the innocent girl over a bed. Sophie spread her legs, breathing harder, the smell of her own pussy reaching her nose causing her to fuck herself faster. But as quickly as she had started, she stopped. What if Rob didn’t want her to cum yet? I would hate to meet him at the airport this weekend and not be as horny as he wanted me to be.

Her body still buzzing, she patiently closed the porn window and forced herself to get ready for her show. She finally picked out an outfit to put over her underwear: a pair of black cotton shorts and a skin-tight t-shirt decorated with a pair of smiling half-moons. It was simple, and not quite as extreme as she would have liked, but she felt as if it would be better to ease into things. I have a whole career ahead of me, she figured. It’s just like Rob said, I have to let my fans watch me transform.

She wondered what she might “transform” into. An actress? An internet star? The clock slowly ticked towards 8:00, and she brushed her hair back and put her elf ears on. She checked her phone what seemed like every two minutes, but still, no Rob, even when she sent him a photo of her outfit, her boobs straining against her t-shirt, playfully distorting the half-moons. When 8:00 came, and she signed in, the streaming lobby already had nearly three hundred people in it. She stalled for five minutes, reading the chat room, still feeling her body buzzing as she waited for instructions from Rob.

“is she real? she hasn’t come online yet.”

“check her instagram @so_sofy… fucking unreal pics”

“sophie plz log on im so ready”

“she’s actually an awesome gamer”

“any1 else edging?

The clock passed 8:05, then 8:10, and still Sophie waited, sitting on her bed with the camera framing her upper body, her controller on her lap. Meanwhile, the guest count passed three hundred, and the chat was getting restless. Finally, when she knew she couldn’t wait any longer, she noticed a message from someone named GraveyardGirl99:

“Rob says go ahead, you’re going to do great!”

Sophie was struck with a wave of fear. GraveyardGirl? Is Rob with… a girl right now? She searched her memory, remembering him mention a friend he made while Sophie was away. Rob can’t have a girlfriend, she reasoned. He said he wants to fuck me. But there’s something I don’t know, and he hasn’t talked to me all day…

Trying to stay calm, she tried to reason with herself. Rob is still giving me directions. Directions through some other girl, but… he’s still my boss. And he wouldn’t spend all this time getting me ready and helping me just to ignore me. He must be planning something. And I have to be a good girl for him.

Sophie took a deep breath, and tried to push any worry out of her mind. Putting a big smile on her face, she clicked, STREAM, and her image popped up on the monitor, her nearly impossible chest filling half the screen.

“Hello, everyone!” she said cheerfully, waving a free hand and holding her controller with the other. Immediately, the chat exploded.

“omfg.”

“literally a goddess… I knew u were real”

“sophie follow me back, I saw your first stream.”

“jerking it already!!”

“grade A girl right there, literally marraige materiel”

“Welcome back to all of you who saw my first stream!” she said happily, savoring the flood of comments. “And for any newcomers, I’m Sophie, I’m eighteen and we’re playing ElfTome. Obviously, I love RPGs, and since this is my first playthrough, I’m playing as an elf version of myself.” She gestured towards her fake ears.

“I didn’t get very far last time, still in the first stage since it was my first ever stream. Hopefully, we’ll get to see more gameplay now that I’m out of the intro dungeon. Here’s my character, created with some help from my fans.”

She changed the camera from first to third person, and rotated it around her character, Sofy. Sofy looked just like the real Sophie. Or at least as close as you could get in a video game. A few people offered their opinion.

“tits too small… but the sliders are probably maxed out”

“not as hot as the real thing but w/e”

Sophie blushed. “Aw, thanks guys! I went shopping this week, so from here on out I’ll get to dress up for you. Message me with any requests!” Then, remembering her wishlist, she added, “I just put an Amazon wishlist in my bio, so be sure to check it out. I’m still very new at this, so be patient.”

“i will marry u, i’m serious”

“messaged you, pleasae respond to me xoxo”

“how big are your tits??”

“do you do tributes?”

“donated already!”

The “donations” bell rang a few times, reading $100 dollars. Sophie squealed with delight, her arms squeezing her boobs together. In her t-shirt, there was no cleavage visible, but the rightness of it didn’t leave the shape of her chest to the imagination. Her bra was clearly outlined underneath the fabric. “As much as I’d like to answer all your questions, you’ll have to ask them in the messages! Maybe I can do a FAQ for you all sometime.”

She guided her character along a wooded path. Things progressed normally for a little while, and she nearly forgot about GamerGirl. Her Sofy alter-ego killed some skeletons, and orcs, and finally reached a more challenging dungeon. When she clicked “enter,” she was met with a loading screen.

“So…” she said, “My only complaint so far is that the loading screens are, like, really long.”

About thirty seconds passed in silence, while she waited. The bar was only half-full.

“Uhm, I guess while we wait we could do a sort of FAQ. Anyone up for that?”

“tit size”

“where are you from?”

“do you do requests?”

“nudes?”

“what’s your sign!”

“do you have bf?”

“Slow down!” she laughed. “Too many things all at once. How about this: every loading screen, I’ll answer a question of my choosing. Let’s see…” she scoured the comments, finding one she liked, a question asking her how tall she was.

“Well,” she said. “If you couldn’t tell, I’m tiny, 5’1, to be exact.”

The loading screen ended, and her character continued on into a dark dungeon, full of spiderwebs. At only level two, she hadn’t acquired any armor yet and crept along the passageway. A skeleton popped out of nowhere and she struck it down quickly.

“Oh, man,” she laughed. “I forgot how scary these games were!” A few people concurred, but were lost in the chat room among a flood of questions.

“Wow,” Sophie said, staring ahead at the screen. “You guys are really curious! You wouldn’t believe this, but in real life, no one wants to know any of this stuff about me. I don’t have too many friends.”

“lol yeah right.”

“dude they are just too nervous to talk to you… you are literally the perfect woman.”

“we can be friends!”

“You guys are awesome,” Sophie said, her face reddening. She squirmed with excitement, well aware of the heat still radiating from between her legs. “I guess I could answer some more questions… just don’t break my concentration. I haven’t died yet, and I want to see how long I can go.”

Flicking her eyes between the screen and the chat, she managed to make out a few questions, and she pictured it as a sort of interview:

Q: clearly you are in college. where are your roommates?

A: “I don’t have roommates! I signed up for a single because of my anxiety issues. I wasn’t quite ready to meet new people yet."

Q: lol, how can you be anxious?

A: “Easy… I’m a huge nerd with no social skills. I couldn’t even do this until my best friend helped me.”

Q: is your bestie as hot as you?

A: “Well… he’s a man, so maybe not your type, wayneGamer,” Sophie laughed. “He’s also my boss and manager! He’s awesome. Hi Rob, if you’re out there.”

Q: you guys ever fuck??

A: “No, but we will soon,” Sophie said, before she could stop herself. A wave of realization washed over her, and her face turned beet red. But in spite of that, she realized that she might have an opportunity to stake her claim, while GamerGirl was watching, whoever she was. Suddenly becoming very bold, she looked directly into the camera, bit her lip like a model and said, “I’ll do anything he tells me to do.”

“oh. my. god.”

“anyone get a screencap?

“i am rock hard right now”

“subscribed”

“leave him, marry me”

While the chat room went crazy, Sophie watched with glee as the donations poured in, quickly accumulating to nearly $400. “Oh,” she said. “You guys really liked that, huh?” She blew a kiss and went on gaming. In the dungeon, she came to another door, which meant another loading screen. “Who wants to know more?” She asked, feeling herself slowly losing control. She sifted through comments, looking for something fun.

Q: you still haven’t told us how big those monsters are?

A: “What monsters?” Sophie asked innocently.

Q: your tits

A: “Oh, silly me… right now, I’m wearing a 32K.” She squeezed one breast with her free hand.

Q: do you have nudes?

A: “I have a few censored things on my Instagram! I just started it yesterday, will you guys follow me? It’s @so_sofy.

Q: do you do DMs?

A: “If my boss lets me, I’ll look at my messages. In the meantime, please reach out! I’d love to get to know you more.”

Q: would u consider hardcore stuff?

A: “We’ll see!” Sophie said cheerfully, unsure exactly what “hardcore stuff” meant. She assumed it meant hardcore porn, which she hadn’t actually considered. But she wanted to tease the fans a little bit, because why not?

An hour passed by quickly. Once she began to grow tired, she checked her donations again, and could barely contain her excitement when she saw the total: $700. She decided to sign off for the night, and build some more excitement. She herself was excited to check her Amazon wishlist, which up until this point only had makeup products in it.

“Okay, guys,” she said, saving her game. “That’s all for tonight! Any donation you made is going to go towards a flight to see my best friend, or towards some beauty supplies! I’ll be working on my hair next, so please follow me here and on Instagram for updates. I love you all, and hopefully I am allowed to check my messages soon!”

When she finally signed off, she fell back in her bed, elated. Never mind that her pussy was soaking wet, fluid making her shorts stick to her legs. She knew that she did a good job, a really good job… and that she had a few hundred more dollars and followers on Instagram.

And then, to make a good night even better, her phone rang. Her heart pounding, she read her next instructions from Rob.

“Go to the airport tomorrow, and buy the first flight home. I’ll be waiting for you with a surprise. Send me a special pic to show you understand?”

Sophie quickly rolled out of bed, stripped off her top, and snapped a selfie of her in her bra. But before she sent it, she thought of a better idea: writing the words, “YES SIR” on her chest, she took a picture and sent that instead, eager to stake her claim in case GamerGirl was a real problem.

Rob quickly responded. "Good girl," he said. Sophie held her breath, waiting for her reward. A few moments later, he sent another text. Opening it, Sophie realized it was a video. She recognized Rob's cock and nearly dropped her phone trying to open it up. She could barely believe what she was seeing: he was masturbating, and although she couldn't see his face, she could recognize his voice in
the background. His dick was massive, she could hardly believe it, but his voice forced her to... even though she never could have imagined him saying the things he was saying.

"Fuck..." he grunted, as his hand traveled slowly up and down his shaft. "You like that, Soph? You're such a good girl. You good, little... slut. Fuck."

Sophie's eyes widened, and she laid down on her chest, slowly humping the bed.

"Your big fucking tits are mine," Rob moaned, starting to jerk faster. The camera panned up. Behind the huge dick, Sophie recognized herself, on a TV in the middle of her stream. She realized Rob had been jerking off to her while she worked. She gasped with shock and pleasure, shoving her free hand between her legs, humping it roughly, nearly burying her face in her own chest. But as abruptly as it started, the video ended. Breathing hard, Sophie, with all her strength, slipped her hand out from her panties. There was one more message from Rob.

"Wear something sexy tomorrow, and get content. It will be a long flight so have fun reading your DMs, and feel free to do whatever you want with them, except cum. See you tomorrow!"