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[b][u][center]Streams of Confidence

Part 8

For Kacacarrotcake

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Amelia hit the showers, and this time, she told herself to really linger and enjoy it. After all, she’d just earned a serious bit of relaxation time after pulling off a stream like that, particularly with the way that the chat had been so intent on teasing her. She still blushed to think about how they had gone so far, so fast, and she rubbed her hands up her sides to her –

“Nnngh!”

The stingray hissed as she pulled her hands back from her breasts. Her tits weren’t so overstimulated as they had been, but good [i]fuck[/i] they were definitely still more sensitive than they should be. Was this going to be their resting stimulation level from now on? That was going to make tops rather difficult, unless they were particularly soft and smooth.

Turning her back to the water to keep from getting overly excited, she just enjoyed the hot water running down her back, covering her tail and her ass, making her all shiny for a different reason than just being all sweaty. A low moan escaped her as the tension slowly melted out of her arms and legs, running down the drain with the dirty water.

[i]Mmmm…[/i]

She rested her hands at her hips, ignoring the temptation to reach for her cocks, or her pussy, or her ass, or anything else. She’d already had a massive orgasm, one that had left her with a nasty keyboard that would need replacing, and –

No, she wasn’t going to think about costs. Just…relax.

Amelia lowered herself to the tub, letting the water pour over her, enjoying the way that it pooled under her sex and thighs. She sighed, leaning forward, her breasts running over her chest and down to her legs as she leaned further and further forward into something that was almost a yoga pose. She was kinda surprised that it was so easy, all things considered. She would have thought that she’d need to do something a little more to get that flexibility.

Then again, the stingray shape had surprised her so far. Maybe there were more surprises to be had.

She chuckled at the thought of self-sucking as it popped into her head. Fun thought, but not really needed. She had plenty of other ways to get off.

Once she had rinsed out her hair and made sure that there were no more strings of cum up and down her body, she stood up and turned off the hot water. The quick chill that followed stung her, yes, but it also worked to tighten her up. All the water that she had been absorbing was suddenly trapped in her pores, leaving her feeling more hydrated than she had been.

Quickly toweling off in a less efficient way – needed to leave some moisture for her skin, after all – she got dressed again and ran out the door. Time to get a new bra.

#

“Ah…ah…ah…”

[i]Good fuck, this is stupid…[/i]

Her coat had all the different little buttons and seam lines that she had forgotten about until now, and they were all teasing her tits. She had been forced to take her car off to the side of the road and pull off her shirt during the drive, and at that point, the coat had been fine. No bouncing, nothing like that, just something smooth and a bit fuzzy against her breasts rather than the caressing silk of her shirt.

Now, though? Now, when she was walking from the car to the front door of the shop? Her breasts bounced, heavy and all too free, and she shivered every time that her nipples dragged against the front of her coat.

[i]Nnngh…fuck, fuck, fuck…so good…[/i]

It was a hell of a tease, one that went right down to her cocks and pussy, leaving her dripping into her briefs. They were…fuck, they were so hard, and she was so wet, and –

[i]Keep walking, keep walking…[/i]

She’d deliberately picked this shop since it catered to women with bigger than average curves, and she needed something for these breasts that was well beyond the average size that a lingerie shop carried. It was a big girl's place, something that should have been comfortable for her.

And it would have been, were it not for the fact that she was otherwise skinny.

And non-human.

And a stand-out in all other ways.

As she stepped through the front doors, all eyes flicked towards her, and there was no love or compassion there. Human women that ranged from barely chubby to rather seriously overweight looked up from their shopping to see who had come in, and then glared at her. Amelia blushed as she walked between the aisles, trying not to linger in view for long. They stared at her with such utter hate that she felt unwelcome almost immediately.

“Skinny little bitch.”

“Bet those are fake.”

“Fake-ass silicone tits.”

“Coming here like she belongs here? No way…”

Amelia almost walked out right then, but she knew that she’d be waiting for at least a few days if she went online to order a bra. It might not even fit, and that would mean waiting even longer. The humiliation was going to have to be worth it.

She walked past most of the bras to the customer service desk, where another woman – someone that had a hint of good customer service attitudes – managed to look at her civilly and neutrally rather than disdainfully.

“Can I help you?”

“I need to find a, um, a new bra.”

“I’m not sure that we’ll find what you need.”

“Trust me, I need something from here.”

“Why? If I might ask,” the representative asked, managing to tack that second bit on just before she might have sounded like an asshole.

Amelia cocked her head to the side, pointing to her chest. The other woman looked down, then back up.

“And?”

“Can’t you see how big they are?”

“Not with that on.”

“…”

“You’re small enough. I’m sure you could find something – OH MY GOD.”

Amelia had gone far enough as to rip her coat open, showing off for the woman behind the counter and nobody else. She had her skirt and panties, thankfully, so there was nothing that immodest shown down there, but her breasts? Well, they were perfectly on display, and she still wobbled a bit as they suddenly lost what little support they had.

It took her a moment for the rational side of her mind to catch up with the frustrated side that had exposed herself like that, but when it did, she pulled her coat closed again. The sheer humiliation of having pulled her breasts out in public came crashing down on her, and if it hadn’t been for the confidence-boosting that she had gotten from the stream of late, she probably would have blushed and left right then and there.

“You see?” she managed to mutter.

“You…I see that you are…big.”

“I need something big for these.”

“Yes…yes, you do. Holy…”

“Can you help me?”

“Yes, yes, of course. I’m sorry.”

“Thank you.”

“Let me just…let me check my inventory.”

The human leaned over her computer, tapping a number of keys as she muttered under her breath. Amelia crossed her arms under her breasts, taking a few deep breaths to calm herself down…and keep herself from reaching for her cocks.

Showing off in public like that. Fuck, that was not something that she’d ever thought she’d do, but it had been hotter than she expected. The very fact that she hadn’t gotten in trouble, either, meant that it was rather tempting to think of doing it again.

[i]Streaking?[/i]

God, the idea of running through the city naked, her fat breasts bouncing up and down, her ass swaying, her cocks bouncing for all to see, stretching with her leg up to show off her pussy for those that wanted something different –

No, no, no, she needed to stop thinking about that before she started getting horny enough to show her cocks properly. She pushed the thought down, shivering as the other woman looked up again.

“I think we have a few things that would fit you.”

“Do you think we could do a measurement, too?”

“That…that might be a good idea.”

“Private room?”

“Better idea.”

#

The human clerk, to her credit, kept apologizing for her behavior for the rest of her measuring and fitting, and even went so far as to use her store discount to help Amelia pay for her new bras. By the end of it, all the apologies were getting on her nerves, though she was still saying that it was alright.

However, as she walked out of the store, she did turn to the various other women still giving her the evil eye. She stopped at the front of the store, grabbed her coat, and ripped it open again, letting her boobs drop and show.

“Bigger than all of you fuckers, aren’t they?”

The silence she left behind was tangible, palpable, and she felt a hell of a lot less guilty as she left than she had when she lost her temper with the clerk. As she walked back to her car and put on her seatbelt, she actually felt like she had done the right thing. People that had their own space were more than allowed to feel bad if they thought that space was being violated by someone that didn’t belong, but just like they shouldn’t get people making assumptions about them – that they were lazy, that they were stupid, etc. – they didn’t get to make assumptions about her.

She was about to pull out when her phone buzzed at her. She opened it, cocking her head at the notification. An email from the streaming site? She tapped it, opening it up.

It was a private message, one from DarkSoles. It said that he would be free for a private stream tonight, if she was up for it.

[i]Hmmm…[/i]

She was feeling rather tired, she had to admit. It would be a little bit better to wait for another night, particularly with how much she had already done. If nothing else, she’d like some time to prepare.

After firing off a message that asked for particulars, and a different list of nights that he was available, she put the car in gear and pulled out. Time to go home, attempt another bit of cooking, and then settle in for the night.

#

The next round of cooking was…well, less of a mess than some of her attempts, and a hell of a lot better than the French omelette, but still a giant mess compared to what she saw on the cooking shows. She grumbled as she put away a crusted pan and a series of different measuring cups, throwing them into the sink as she took her garlic-crusted steak with her to the bedroom, sitting by the computer and opening it up.

A series of other messages had come up while she was getting the cooking done. Some of them were from the other top tier donors – and Dweller had joined them, apparently – while one was also from Soles. She clicked it, curious.

[i]Hey again,

Sorry that we can’t do this tonight, but looking forward to when you have the free time and energy to put on a show. I’m sure that we can make it a good one, between the two of us.

As for what I like, you’ve already guessed feet, I’m sure. If you can do something with a footjob for a toy – or a person, even, if you’re comfortable with that – and maybe toss in some foot growth, some sweat, maybe a little bit of extreme anal – that would be really hot, by the way – then I’ll be happy.

Of course, if you’re happy with it, happy to provide commentary to keep ‘motivation’ going. I know how much that helps you keep focused. Just need to know if you want to be worshiped or given that sort of ‘controlled’ attention.

Let me know.

Sincerely,

DarkSoles[/i]

She shook her head. The fact that the chat seemed to believe she had the confidence to go out and just find partners like that was kinda flattering, even if they were completely wrong. The idea of going out and grabbing random people –

[i]There’s DD, of course…[/i]

Amelia rubbed her forehead. That wasn’t what she needed to be thinking about. She’d already told him that she wasn’t going to be doing prostitution for the top tier stuff, and that was a little bit much to go back on just a day or two later. She needed to stick to her guns, or she’d become one of those braindead sluts that came on and did anything for a dollar.

[i]And they’re not exactly long-lasting, are they?[/i]

She shook her head, remembering some of the little sluts that she had seen and previously disdained on the streaming site. They had been all too eager to trade their dignity for sexual fame, and none of them lasted long once they went too far down the rabbit hole. Once someone could get whatever they wanted out of a slut for cheap, then they stopped having the resources to maintain themselves, and then? Well, then they were doomed, because they couldn’t keep up the high-quality shows anymore.

Not without a sugar daddy, anyway. And she wasn’t going to go that far.

She shook her head, sending off a message back to DarkSoles. She was more than happy to give a toy a footjob, though if he wanted an extreme sort of insertion, he’d have to pay for it. She wasn’t really that well supplied with the bigger dildos, but she was happy to take one as a gift if he would send it to a drop-off point for her to pick up.

With that done, she slotted him in for three days from now, ensuring that she’d remember to get that done. The other top tier people followed, slotted in at three-day intervals, and she put out a notice that the next big stream would be one week from now, when she would be working on muscles and height.

[i]That should do it,[/i] she thought, munching on her steak. The crunchy garlic was a nice touch, something that she hadn’t expected to enjoy much, but hey, it worked.

She nibbled along as she let some random anime play over the background, more losing herself in the time than actually doing anything with herself. She deserved some time off, dammit.

At least the new bra was comfy. That was a plus.

She was just starting to drift off, half-asleep, when her computer pinged at her again. She groaned, lifting her head from her empty plate.

It was a message from Dweller. He was asking for a quick chat, and against her better judgment, she decided to go with it.

[b]Admin: Yes? What’s up?

DwelleroftheDeep: I’m just checking in, wondering when I get my private stream.

Admin: That’ll be week after next.

DwelleroftheDeep: That long?

DwelleroftheDeep: Can’t you bump me up?

Admin: The others got back to me with what they wanted before you did.

Admin: Don’t worry, you’re still getting it.

DwelleroftheDeep: Come on. I can send you more.[/b]

She narrowed her eyes at the screen. This sort of client was someone that she had heard stories about. Most streamers had something like this, some sort of dick that thought that they were particularly entitled to the rewards over the other supporters. She kept typing.

[b]Admin: Sorry, that’s not how this works.

DwelleroftheDeep: Come on. You know that you want to.

DwelleroftheDeep: Just let me do this, just this once.

Admin: Just this once is gonna turn into ‘every month’, and you know that.

DwelleroftheDeep: Okay, then let me do mine in person.

DwelleroftheDeep: I can make it worth your while.

Admin: Are you trying to proposition me?

DwelleroftheDeep: Hey, unlike the rest of the guys, I have some actual good shit to back myself up.

DwelleroftheDeep: You’re not the only TFed person out there, you know.

Admin: Yeah? Prove it.

DwelleroftheDeep: Okay, I will.[/b]

He would? That was different. She’d expected that to be the thing that made him back off, but if he was actually going to –

Ping.

A file had been sent. A little worriedly, she opened it.

The picture was…very much not what she expected. Expecting little more than a dick pic, though one that would probably have been somewhat enhanced or larger, she got something that was very, very, very different. She found herself staring at a lower body made up of eight tentacles, with a ninth tendril that was much more phallic pushing out from the middle of them. Her eyes widened, particularly as she realized that the other tendrils were all living, all quite lively tentacles.

Ping.

[b]DwelleroftheDeep: See?

DwelleroftheDeep: I can make it hot.

DwelleroftheDeep: You’d make BANK with me in the stream.

DwelleroftheDeep: So, let me do this, huh?

Admin: …

DwelleroftheDeep: What’s the matter?

DwelleroftheDeep: Don’t tell me that you’re upset.

Admin: I’m not.

DwelleroftheDeep: Well, that’s good…

DwelleroftheDeep: So…what do you think?

Admin: I think I need to think.

DwelleroftheDeep: What’s there to think about?

Admin: Whether I want to take that step.

DwelleroftheDeep: What step?

DwelleroftheDeep: Selling sex?

DwelleroftheDeep: You’re already doing that.

Admin: Don’t push your luck. I’ll get back to you later.[/b]

She cut the chat before it could get any more awkward, leaning back in her chair and rubbing her forehead. This was not how it was supposed to go?

But then again, how did she imagine it going? Flaunting her body, fingering herself, rubbing herself with toys until the money started flowing in? Even she wasn’t that stupid.

[i]Usually.[/i]

Okay, admittedly, usually. She sighed. Oh, boy this was getting complicated.

[i]Okay, if he’s offering, then that means that he’s either local or willing to travel. Probably local, since you aren’t going to get those tentacles on a plane easily. That also means that he’s got money.[/i]

But if she did this, that meant that she’d have to start doing it with all the other top tiers that were willing to come to her. That was going to get awkward real fast, and she didn’t have any guarantee that she’d like the others. DD was nice enough, if a bit shy, and DarkSoles seemed to have a nice personality, and Servile seemed to be the sort that would listen to her if she said no about something…

But this was definitely getting out of hand.

[i]God, why did I say I’d think about it?[/i]

Because of the tentacles, probably. Where else was she going to get that hentai fantasy?

Just the idea of having them creeping up along her legs, pinning her, using her like that was more than enough to get her cocks standing at attention, and she seriously doubted that she was going to be able to just take that and forget about it with a single session of masturbation. Now that she knew that she had a fan that actually had tentacles…

[i]Fuck. What am I going to do?[/i]

Knock, knock.

“…You’ve got to be kidding me…”

Twice now, she had been wondering what she was going to do, and then all of a sudden something had shown up at the door. If this was the case a third time, then she was seriously going to have to get her head checked. MRI scanned. CAT-scanned. The works. Because someone was spying on her.

She got up from the chair slowly, making her way to the door. There was another knock, and she ripped the door open –

But there was no-one there. She blinked, finding the sheer impossibility of that hard to swallow. She looked down, but there was no package. Nothing that would have explained the knocking the first time. Amelia looked up and down the hallway, but there was no one knocking at another door that might have carried to her apartment.

[i]This is getting creepy…[/i]

She pulled her head back in, shut the door –

“GAH!”

Only to find herself face to face with a floating package, one that seemed to have no strings, no drones, no [i]nothing[/i] supporting it. The stingray’s heart leaped into her throat at the sight of it, and her face went paler and paler as the box floated closer. She raised shaky hands, and it fell into them. A strange tingle went through her palms before fading away, the box no longer floating.

And heavy. Now it was quite heavy.

She carried it with a grunt, kicking the door closed with one leg. Amelia was well aware of how mechanical her movements were, how out of her own head she felt. What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck?

[i]Impossible. Things don’t float. Don’t just appear.[/i]

And yet, this had. Just like the chest of drugs had. Just like the cookbook had.

[i]What the hell is going on?[/i]

Taking it to the kitchen counter, she laid the box down. Just like the chest had been, it was addressed to her, without fail. The tape on either side of the box started peeling on its own, and Amelia barely suppressed a whimper of shock and fear. Her eyes were wider than ever as she stumbled back, leaning against the opposite counter.

“What the fuuuuuuck?” she groaned. “Why me?”

There was no clear answer. The box untaped itself, and from inside, a tablet rose out. Not something that she was familiar with, either; the tablet had a brand symbol that she’d never seen before, and the screen itself seemed to shimmer, even while offline. It floated toward her, and her eyes went wider and wider as it came to a final stop right in front of her face.

“What the –”

Flicker. The screen finally turned on, and a stingray appeared on the screen. A stingray that looked just like her…well, minus just how massive her boobs had gotten, at least. The other woman – no, other [i]herm[/i] – was naked, standing up, one arm under her breast and the other under propping up her chin.

“My, my. So this is what you’re turning into. I have to say, you’re doing a pretty good job.”

“Who are you? What are you talking about?”

“Me? Oh, that’s easy.” The other stingray smiled. “My name is Ailsa Faustus. Not that you’ve heard of me, but I’ve heard of you.”

“From…who?”

“Oh, nobody that you’d know. But I’m glad that my first venture into the multiverse found one of my alts so quickly.”

“Alts?”

Amelia’s head felt like it was throbbing, stuffed to bursting. Not to mention that the whole thing felt impossible. She was getting some kind of magical message from someone that looked just like her? What in the hell?

Ailsa seemed to understand that it was getting overwhelming. The tablet pulled back a foot, though it still floated impossibly well.

“Hmm, I guess this is a bit much.”

“You think?!”

“Oh, don’t start mouthing off to me. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have half this shit right now.”

“You – you sent the drugs?”

“Potions, more accurately, but yes.”

“What do you mean, potions? They’re drugs…aren’t they?”

“Mostly. They’re an imitation of what you have there. Can’t quite synthesize it exactly in my world – some microscopic differences or something, the scientists at the company haven’t really explained it all that well – but it’s close enough. Just had to balance it out with a little magic.”

“No – no such thing.”

It felt like such a hollow protestation when she was staring at a table that floated in front of her face, when two gifts had appeared out of nowhere just when she was feeling her most desperate. She slumped down her counter, holding a hand to her head as she tried to process the whole thing.

The tablet turned to face her properly again, and Ailsa actually looked…sympathetic? Kind of, at least. Somewhat concerned.

“Oh, boy. It’s a little much, isn’t it?”

“Nnngh…”

“Right. Gotta remember that for the next one.”

“What do you mean, next one?”

“Nothing that you need to worry about, dear. For now, just remember this. You’re not the only one.”

“…”

“I’ve got to go, but I wanted to see how you were doing, how you were handling the change, and all that. It looks like it’s going well, but that’s to be expected. You are like me. Heh. Well, you [i]are[/i] me, mostly.”

“You’re – you’re lying. There’s no way that this is real.”

“Okay, look. I’m going to have to go right now, but I’ll call you tomorrow. Uh…probably near the evening. So, keep that part of the day clear. We’ll be able to work on stuff then. But until then, listen to your body and your instincts. You might not be me, but you’re close, and I’m pretty good at guessing what I need to do. Sometimes, you might need to be a little more brave about it, but the body knows what it needs, and you can listen to that.”

“Just…just go away.” Amelia covered her eyes. “I can’t take more of this right now.”

“Going.”

The tablet clicked off, and then floated itself back into the box. Amelia watched it go away, keeping her eyes on it until it was completely out of sight. The urge to wrap the box up in another layer of tape, then another box, then another box, and then mail it off to the Antarctic was insanely strong, but she managed to hold back.

It had to be just a moment of complete insanity, brought on by a new life, right? There was no way that she was talking to a stingray that was her – or some version of her – in an alternate dimension, right?

But…

She groaned, rubbing her forehead. Taking the box, she walked into the hallway and threw it down the wood-lined floor, sending it right under the bed and leaving it there. For now, it could live down there, well away from her daily life.

[i]I’m not touching that. Not until it comes out again.[/i]

Or at least, that was the plan. She’d find out how well that would actually work out. The whole insanity of the moment probably meant that she wasn’t thinking clearly.

[i]I…I need…[/i]

Games. Games would be good. That would be a good way to not think about the weirdness of getting contacted by out of this world people, or the bad possibility of losing her mind. She didn’t need to think about either of those for the moment, and it would be better than going back to sex stuff.

She’d had enough sex stuff for a while, and Dweller was reminding her of just how much she really did want to get fucked. Not just by toys, but by people.

[i]The body knows what it wants…[/i]

“The body is an idiot.”

With that established, she left the computer and the sex toys everything else in her room alone. She could play a console game for a change, well away from all the stuff that reminded her of the streaming, or the chat, or the various sexy people that were willing to pay to get into her pants –

“Stop it.”

Amelia slapped herself, shaking her head as she went to her couch. She was going to game, goddammit, and she wasn’t going to think about sex. Every time that she’d just done what someone else said she should do without thinking it through, she’d ended up digging herself into a deeper, if more pleasurable, hole. This time, she was going to do it her way, just to see if she could do it better.

She just…needed to find out what her way was.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Amelia goes bra-shopping, consults with her fans, and then gets one HELL of a surprise.

Tags: H/solo, Flirting, Entitlement, Stingray, Human, Tentacles, Hybrid, Flashing, Exhibitionism, Temptation, Shock and Awe, Series, Drugs, Arousal, Webcam Business,