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Streams of Confidence

Part 5

For Kacacarrotcake

By Draconicon

The week passed with regular injections, mostly to keep her hair and to make sure that her dicks stayed the way that they were supposed to be. So far, she hadn't made either of them permanent, saving that for the stream, but at the same time, she didn't want them to go away, either. So, she kept them at a constant, low-level existence, with her dicks standing out just enough to swing between her legs as she walked around, but not enough to actually throb and beg for constant handjobs, or more. After all, she didn't want to break the bank on sex toys. Not yet, anyway.

As the week went by, Amelia wondered if she was doing the right thing by putting her fate in the hands of a random online chat. Sure, they had been good to her so far, but that was something that happened because she was feeding their libidos. What if she started to do something that they didn't think was hot? What if they found her annoying? What if they just dropped her and moved on like the other chat had?

It was a constant worry for her, and it took a lot of re-reading the old records to soothe her panic when it was bad. She just hoped that it would stay good. This was all she had left.

The week passed, and the day of the stream arrived. She stripped down, running her hands over her chest. Her breasts had shrunk back down since the last stream, but the smooth stingray skin, purple as could be, remained. She ran her hands along her neck, up to her white hair, and wondered how the chat would like that. It was definitely different, not quite the way that some of the anthros out there wore themselves, but...well, she felt wrong without her hair.

They'll just have to live with it if they don't like it. It's not going away, she thought with more confidence than she felt.

Sitting down naked in her chair, she started getting things set up. The chat was already on, and some of the crowd were already yammering at her.

**DarkSoles: Hey, been a bit.

DarkSoles: Still hot?

DarkSoles: Still webbed?

SlinkyTube: Ha! You're obsessed.

DungeonDragon: He's got a fair point, though.

DungeonDragon: Tells us if she needs a re-transformation first.

ServileSerpent: Hello, ma'am. I hope you're well.**

She smiled at the names popping in, shaking her head. They were all quick to check on her well-being as well as everything else. Not something that the old chat had done, even when she was just doing games. Maybe she could trust this one.

She hoped she could.

Amelia typed a few things back, just letting them know that she still had the skin, but the boobs had gone down. The expected 'baaaaaalls' from DungeonDragon came through, followed by the laughter of the rest of the chat, but she had to focus on the camera.

Make sure that it can catch all of me...maybe get the second one out again?

That was a better idea. She put one camera on the desk, and the other under, making sure that it could get a good view of her legs up to her thighs, and part of her crotch if she leaned forward in the chair. After all, she wanted her clients to get a good view of her while she was in the process of changing, right?

Amelia made sure that everything was properly connected, then went to get two more things. The first was a dildo that she had been using off and on before her transformation adventures - though she wasn't sure that it would be that exciting, considering how small it was in comparison to some of the big models out there - while the other was a new fleshlight for her cocks, another little jelly-egg thing that she had gotten out of the vending machine. If nothing else, it would hopefully make the whole thing a little more exciting for the crowd.

Once it was all properly set up, with the toys just barely in view, she let the broadcast begin. The chat immediately noticed the toys, but rather than answering the questions coming through, Amelia made an announcement.

"Hey. I just wanted to check, did anyone read the thing I sent out?"

The chat was split. Some of them, like DarkSoles and DungeonDragon, had. Some others, like ServileSerpent and a few more, had been busy enough that they'd only seen the notification to come by, and others were completely in the dark. She sighed, rubbing her forehead. It was tempting to backtrack from the message, but...

No, no. She had realized what she needed. She wasn't feeling comfortable as a human, but she wasn't going to find the courage to change without having some help. Without some validation, she'd constantly question herself about it. This was her chance to get that.

"Okay, um...cards on the table. I've been doing a lot of soul searching, and...and I'm not sure that I want to be human anymore."

**DungeonDragon: Who does?

DarkSoles: Big decision.

DarkSoles: What prompted that?

ServileSerpent: A momentous moment. What prompted the lady to think of such a shift?

ServileSerpent: Perhaps something that would make her happier?**

"Heh...you got it, Servile," she muttered, leaning against one hand while looking at the screen. "I don't know. I wasn't...unhappy as a person, but being in this body..."

She gestured at herself. It wasn't perfect, wasn't quite her. It needed something more, something in the heat, something out of the base of her spine - definitely that tail. She needed that, for sure. But there was something closer to what she needed to be here, something that was nearer to the rightness of a proper body.

"I just...I can't do it on my own. I need someone to..."

**DarkSoles: Tell you what to do?

DungeonDragon: Hey, hey, she's not looking for a dom.

ServileSerpent: Well...if she was...

DungeonDragon: What, you're offer? With that name?

ServileSerpent: I can serve any need.

DarkSoles: I know what you mean there, Servile.

DungeonDragon: Hey, hey, she hasn't even finished what she was saying.**

"Heh, no, but...Soles is right. I kinda need someone to push me on this one."

It was surprisingly easy to say that in the chat, even considering what they were talking about. The complete loss of humanity should have been a much harder subject to broach, but here she was, bringing it up completely casually, letting it be heard that she didn't want to be a human being.

More, just...just trusting them to be good with her about this. There was something about her friends here, her supporters, that made her realize that all the culling had been a good idea. There were people here that did care, and could think with more than just their dicks. It was a good change.

Still, she still needed to make the change to her body, too, considering what they were actually here for. She cleared her throat.

"So, I'm setting up a donation thing. The more that you donate, the more permanent the change becomes, and the more extreme the dose.

DungeonDragon: Balls?

"Heh, I'll even do that, if you -"

PING! She blinked, staring at the donation bar. In the split second since she'd agreed, it had jumped from $0 to $500.

"...Well then."

DungeonDragon: Balls. Big ones.

Amelia laughed despite herself, shaking her head slowly.

"Wow. I didn't expect you to jump right into that, DD. Alright, alright, balls will be the first thing that we do. But after that, let's name what the donation is going towards, alright? Otherwise, it's performer's pick."

The idea of a swaying sac between her legs didn't feel consonant with a long-term change, but for that, she could give him a little treat. She was willing enough for that.

As she started pulling her needles over, a few other questions - this time from ServileSerpent - started popping in. She watched with one eye as she readied the dose.

**ServileSerpent: Apologies, ma'am, but do you want us to be a little...rougher?

ServileSerpent: You seem like you need a little force.

ServileSerpent: But I don't want to push it if it's not completely consensual.**

"Um..." Good question, honestly. "I guess...We can give it a try. I mean, I'm a little bit hesitant right now, and I could use some...encouragement..."

**ServileSerpent: Alright, then...

ServileSerpent: Here's what you're going to do, then.

ServileSerpent: You're going to take that dildo and sit on it.

ServileSerpent: You're going to sit your fat-ass down on that dildo, and you're going to grind on it like it's your favorite cock in the world. And you're going to moan your whore-ass off as you work yourself into a sweaty frenzy, just for us.

DungeonDragon: ...Wow.

DarkSoles: Nice way to break stereotypes.

ServileSerpent: And the whole time, you're going to keep your legs spread, like a good girl, showing off everything...and I mean, everything.**

Amelia surprised herself with the burning blush that spread across her face. She hadn't expected something like that out of someone with 'servile' as part of their name, but she supposed that the serpent really was multi-talented.

She spread her legs right away, her pussy starting to drip a little bit as she re-read the messages a few times. The dildo was easy to grab, and she felt a little self-conscious. Not because of using it, but more because it was so...

Well, seven inches wasn't small, but it was comparatively a little on the small side. She blushed as she lowered it between her legs, rubbing it against her pussy -

**ServileSerpent: That's it, little changeling slut...

ServileSerpent: You want to get into this, don't you? You want to become some hot bitch for us.

ServileSerpent: But I didn't tell you to ram that up your pussy, did I?**

"Mmmph...no..."

**ServileSerpent: That's right. I said to sit that fat-ass on it.

ServileSerpent: Get it wet, if you gotta.

ServileSerpent: But then sit on it...and give DungeonDragon the show that he's been waiting for.**

Having someone take this out of her hands was better than she expected, and she huffed and puffed as she dragged herself to the edge of the chair. She laid the dildo down on the seat, making sure that it fit properly and wasn't going to fall over. It was already wet enough from the short grind to be nice and big, and she groaned as she pushed her ass back. Her cheeks weren't 'fat', per se - the transformation to the stingray so far had made sure that she stayed relatively lean - but she swore that she felt a little jiggle as the tip rubbed between her cheeks.

Haven't done this...done this for a while...

The idea of taking it up the ass on-stream was a new one. Hot, though. Hot enough to make her crave it. She ground backwards, feeling the pressure against her pucker, feeling it on the verge of opening up.

The chat was going wild, too. Even though she was here to transform, they clearly loved this bit of fun, too. She smiled, a bit more nervous now, feeling the hesitation that her body was starting to draw up. It was harder to push down.

For inspiration, she re-read the messages, knew that they really wanted this, and -

Pop!

She gasped as she went from squatting over the dildo to sitting on it, feeling it spreading her insides good and wide. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps as she got used to the feeling of being filled between the cheeks again, webbed toes curling against the carpet under her.

**DarkSoles: Oh, she enjoyed that.

ServileSerpent: Of course she did. The little slippery slut probably loves it up the ass.

DarkSoles: Just watching her toes. Curls don't lie.

DungeonDragon: Baaaaaaalls!

DarkSoles: Yes, well...soles.

ServileSerpent: Give them a show, slut. Give them the show that they're paying for.**

She groaned under her breath at that. The idea of taking this that far, this fast, was already getting her good and horned up. Her eyes were half-rolled back in their sockets as she fumbled for the needle, feeling it warm against her hand as soon as she touched it. The idea of getting balls, doing what they asked...

Mmmph...

This wasn't quite her, but it would work until she had the confidence to do this on her own. That was what she told herself, anyway.

Amelia jabbed the needle in just under her cocks, letting the chemicals flow through her. Almost instantly, just above her clit and just under her shafts, a pair of bulges started appearing in her skin. She gasped, arching her back, throwing the needle away as the sharp pinch-pain of the needle faded into a warm, churning, swelling sensation between her legs.

"Holy...holy fuck..."

She groaned under her breath, feeling the way that her skin was slowly pushing out, the taut, tight stingray flesh slowly giving way to the swelling just beneath it. It felt like she was folding, molding, twisting down there. Her toes curled again, her cocks rising as if to show off the new part below them.

"Fuck...fuck..."

She was swearing so much, her asshole clenching around the dildo and her pussy clenching around nothing. The cameras were getting it all, too, leaving her blushing worse as she felt sweat running down her face, her chest, everywhere, leaving her looking wet and shiny, oiled up and glistening. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Amelia all but screamed in pleasure as her new balls started to roll out of her, rolling over her clit and filling out. Full and heavy already, they kept swelling from the sheer amount of the drug that had been forced into her.

"Nnngh...you...you like that, DD?"

**DungeonDragon: Baaaaaalls. Keep growing.

DungeonDragon: They musky?**

"Mmmph...Yeah..."

She was probably smelling her own cocks more than her own balls at the moment, but she could smell the musk in the room getting stronger. She had never had it this strong before, never been this horned up on a stream. She was just starting to close her legs to shift her position -

**ServileSerpent: Ah ah.

ServileSerpent: Keep them open.

ServileSerpent: And bounce. Bounce on that toy for us. Lets see you jiggle.**

This was definitely starting to get past what she had expected for the day, but she was more than willing to go along with it. She was getting off on it, enjoying giving a show, and more to the point, enjoying letting them take charge. She started to rise up, relying almost entirely on the fluids running from her pussy back to her asshole to keep the toy lubed, and the slight burn as it slid out of her was almost pleasurable in its own way.

Then down. Down, making the toy go into her. Down, making her new balls bounce and dangle lower. Down, driving it all home what she was doing.

Again, rising up, feeling her balls dangle lower under their own weight, almost hiding her pussy from their growth. She reached down, rubbed them, then pushed them to the side, letting her pussy be seen -

Down. Slam, smack, the chair spanking her and the dildo slamming into her ass with full force. Up, down, up, down, her balls starting to rise and fall like her cocks did. DD wasn't typing anymore, and she imagined that he was jerking himself furiously to the show.

She couldn't blame him. She was on the verge of jerking herself just as hard.

"Ah...ah..."

Amelia moaned, feeling her pleasure rising higher and higher. She half-expected Servile to make her stop partway through, to edge her, but no. He kept encouraging her, telling her to keep going.

It didn't take long to reach the inevitable climax. Maybe three minutes of fucking her ass on the dildo later, she came, arching her back and thrusting forward. Her cocks spilled pre-cum and then real seed all over her desk, barely missing her keyboard. It was all on camera, too, letting it get captured for the records. Under the desk, she could feel her toes curling, her pussy spasming, almost pissing juices against the back of her sac.

"Ah...ah..."

She groaned under her breath, slowly sagging back into her chair as she came down from that sudden, powerful orgasm. She shivered from head to toe, moaning under her breath.

"Fucking...wow..."

**ServileSerpent: You're welcome, ma'am.

DarkSoles: I think she's nice and relaxed, now.

DarkSoles: Shall we move on with the transformation.

DungeonDragon: Y-yeah...

DarkSoles: Cum to the balls?

DungeonDragon: S-shut up...mmmph...

DarkSoles: Amelia? You good to continue?**

"Water...water first...then sure."

She chugged half a water bottle, then returned her attention to the stream. Another few hundred had been donated, all towards giving her permanent cocks, save for $50 that was reserved for the further stingray stuff. She slowly pulled herself off the dildo, half-expecting them to tell her to stop, but nobody did. It went 'pop' as it left her ass, and she could feel the stretch that remained.

"You sure you want me to keep the cocks permanently, guys?" she asked. "I mean, less pussy..."

They were all in agreement. She looked better with both. DD tried to convince her to keep the balls, too, but the other two were more inclined to have her without them. Secretly, she was rather thankful for that.

Taking a deep breath, she ran the needle around the base of her cocks. It was going to sting, and she braced herself for it.

"Ready?" she asked the chat. She turned to the side. "Here we go-ooooo!"

Oh, it hurt. It hurt good. Her cocks spasmed, shooting straight up, the tips starting to turn a deep, almost crimson red as they started to change color from purple to something more...angry, for lack of a better word. A shade that looked aggressive.

She panted for breath as the skin around her cocks went tighter than ever, making her feel harder and stiffer and more...more needy than usual. Gritting her teeth, she clenched her hands tight around the base, half-expecting to feel veins popping along the side, but there was nothing of the sort. No, no, it was all down to the pleasure of her cocks getting bigger, stiffer, harder, almost like they would never entirely go soft after this.

As they changed, as they took on a diamond-like head that folded down into a slightly narrower shaft before widening again, she realized how good it felt to be big down there. Big, intimidating...

In charge...

DarkSoles: Show us your cocks.

Yes, show them. She was a performer. Amelia turned, a shaky smile on her face as she twisted herself from side to side, showing off her cocks as they swayed back and forth, heavy enough that they were already starting to sag a little under their own weight. God, it felt perfect. It felt right to have them large and in charge down there, ready to break people with just how full they were, and how...

How they were a better shape now. Not human cocks, but stingray cocks. Proper. Pointed. Penises.

She was panting softly at that, but she needed more. She needed...

Need to be not human...

Fumbling with one of the needles, she got another dose of the stingray transformation stuff, ready to inject the Recro-TF right into her spine. She turned, swaying slowly, letting them see her in all her glory. It got all the attention she could want, including a few more donations that would edge her closer to what she needed for the final transformation.

"Ready for something cool?" she asked. "Then...then put in for the stingray TF. Let me leave humanity behind."

The numbers started climbing. $75, then $100, then $150, all coming in from her small, devoted group. A hundred-dollar jump followed, then a twenty-dollar jump. The chat was getting larger, someone sharing out the link, but Amelia was past the point of caring. This was...this wasn't private anymore. This was what she was.

No more hiding.

No more holding back.

The number climbed to $400, and that was enough for her. Enough to tell her that they wanted this.

That they would keep to this.

That they would follow her.

She jabbed the needle into the base of her spine, and almost immediately, she was floating on air. She moaned under her breath, arching her back slightly, the needle embedding itself into her skin and staying there. Even as she squirmed, there was no pulling it out. The heat of the drug hit her hard, and she slumped against her chair, giving a profile view to the cameras above and below the desk.

The transformation hit her harder this time, running through her back and up to her brain. She felt fuzzy, the drug altering her, shifting her bodily structure in a very different way. Her eyes rolled back, her breath coming harder, feeling more ragged in her throat.

"Fuck...fuck..."

She was half-afraid that she might need medical attention, that she had overdone it, but it was too late now. The Recro-TF was in her system, and without a shit-ton of money to buy human Recro-TF, there was no way to reverse this.

She was happy, despite that. She felt right, despite that.

"Nngh..."

She slumped forward a bit further, unable to help herself. The needle was still there, almost touching her bones. She reached back, trying to grip it, but everything was shaking too much, too strong. It was just out of reach, her arm refusing to bend further back to get it again, and then -

"NNNGH!"

A sudden grunt from a spasm that almost took her off her feet. She hit the chair hard, almost falling over it, groaning as something pushed out from inside of her. It pushed against the needle, lifting it, pushing it out of her back.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

**ServileSerpent: It's too much for her.

ServileSerpent: I'm calling an ambulance.

DarkSoles: Wait.

ServileSerpent: She's crashing.

DarkSoles: No.

DarkSoles: She's enjoying it.**

She was glad that someone had stopped Servile, because DarkSoles had it right. She was enjoying it, just as she had enjoyed the odd pain-pleasure from when the needle had gone in, and from the way that the dildo in her ass had felt. It was all so goooood.

Amelia still had to grip the back of the chair harder as her tail kept emerging. It was a distinct, disturbing, powerful feeling that was all but ripping her mind apart. She felt like she was losing all of her humanity at once, all of her understanding of her body. Her center of balance all but disappeared, the growing tail throwing it off with each new inch that it took, running out of her spine and up along the small of her back.

Then, along the sides of her face, fin-horns started to grow, getting longer, framing her face like some sort of biological crown. Her nails, decorative as they were, started to turn to sharper, short claws. She gritted her teeth, feeling them cutting into her chair, knowing she'd need to buy another and not caring.

"Nnngh..."

Her cocks throbbed as her tail pushed out, as the hair threatened to come out. If it did, she didn't care; she could get it back with that other Recro-TF. Right then, she was just holding onto consciousness, keeping herself upright, keeping herself from falling into that horrible pit of stimulating darkness that would knock her out and keep her from feeling the whole thing.

"Ah...ah..."

Her hips twitched, her balls swinging back and forth, bumping her cocks and then slapping her pussy. That would be gone, no longer fitting, soon enough.

"Nnngh..."

Crack. Her legs, pushing her up. Her stomach grumbled, going leaner. Her entire body felt softer, smoother. Thirstier, too, her skin needing something to moisturize it soon in the hot lights in front of the streaming computer, but that was for later. For now, just focusing on getting through the transformation was all she could manage.

It was intense, almost too intense for her to take, but eventually, the spasming, shivering feeling that had taken her along for the ride slowly came to an end. The pain-pleasure spasms that had been riding her spine like a bucking bronco came to an end, and Amelia could catch her breath. Her face...

She touched her face. It had already been pulled out a little from the last transformation, but now it was a proper snout, something that felt right for a stingray rather than just a little bump like she was some anime, cutie-fied version of herself. She rubbed her hands along her cheeks, through her hair -

Oh, yes, her hair had maintained itself. If anything, it felt more rooted in place now. As she ran her hands along her shoulders, and then under her breasts, she realized that the transformation had left her lean, almost petite. Some of the curves that she'd gotten before were no longer there, and her breasts were shrunken in by quite a bit. A-cups, at most. She'd have to do something about that.

But next time, she felt. That huge transformation felt like it had taken everything from her, and she was barely staying on her feet. She turned to the screen as the needle finally fell from her tail, smiling slightly.

**ServileSerpent: ...I think the word I'm looking for is 'bravo.'

DungeonDragon: And 'scaroused.'

DungeonDragon: Almost demonic.

DungeonDragon: Hot demon, but -

SlinkyTube: Very hot.

SlinkyTube: What's your address, cutie?

SlinkyTube: Kidding. Unless...?

DarkSoles: How do you feel?**

"Damn good..."

She wobbled on her feet, barely catching the edge of her chair again with a nervous chuckle.

"And tired."

**DarkSoles: Sleep.

DarkSoles: I've seen this before, you're going to burn out if you don't get some rest.

DungeonDragon: Just one more shot of the balls, please?

DungeonDragon: Care to sniff them?

DarkSoles: *baps all with horny bat*

ServileSerpent: Look who's talking, foot boy.**

"Alright, alright. I'm getting to sleep. Thanks...thanks for everything, guys."

Amelia managed to turn off the stream just before her energy completely left her. The smile dropped first, then her legs, and she just barely managed to crawl back into bed before she was completely lost to the world. Pulling her pillow under her head, she conked out completely, hoping that she wasn't going to regret this.

With how happy she felt at that moment, though, she doubted she would.

The End

Summary: Amelia goes in for her most intense stream yet, and learns that she can trust the chat with more than she expected.

Tags: H/solo, Stingray, Transformation, Cock Growth, Ball Growth, Drugs, Exhibitionism, Web-Cam, Series, Tail Growth, Nudity, Silly Chat,