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

Part 3

For Kacacarrotcake

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

Amelia had another night of less than stellar sleep, though it was better than the night before. Whether she was just getting used to the feeling of having active dicks or just too tired to spend all night jerking off again, or whether that fleshlight that she’d picked up from a vending machine made things better, she didn’t know. All she knew was that she had managed to get four hours of sleep rather than one, and that made a huge difference.

The double-dicked woman rolled over in bed, feeling a slight shift in the weight that she carried between her thighs, and a definite difference compared to the morning wood from the day before. She looked under the blankets, watching as the still-hard shafts slurped their way free from the bottom-of-the-barrel sex toy, the pair of them still shiny, throbbing…

But smaller.

[i]Huh…guess it’s already wearing off a bit…[/i]

It was kind of expected, really. Recro-TFs were meant to be temporary for the most part, something to enjoy and then go away so that you could get on with your life. Not everybody wanted to have those parts forever, and she had thought that she’d almost be relieved to see them go when the drug started wearing off.

Instead, she felt…weird. Like she wanted to get them back.

“Never thought I’d feel trans like that…”

Even now, she wasn’t sure that she was completely trans. She didn’t want to lose the female pronoun, and she didn’t want to go fully male, but there was something appealing to having a pair of dicks between her legs. It made her feel…powerful, in some ways. Sexy in others. Like she could do more –

More capable. That was how it made her feel, she realized. More capable than she had been, more capable than her pussy would allow her to be. Weird. That was a different way of thinking about it.

She rolled out of bed, letting the vending machine sex toy hit the floor. She’d throw it out later – it was a one-use thing, really, and she’d put it through five uses last night – but for now, it was shower time, followed by drug time.

Well, drug choice time. She wasn’t going to take anything off-camera.

Once she was good and clean, she sat down with the chest of different drugs. She could go anywhere she wanted with the stream, really. There were dozens of vials and injectors, each one with a different possible growth. She could allow herself to go fully into the shape of an animal – or, well, anthro – and she could mix and match if she wanted, creating creatures out of myth rather than just the ones that walked the earth as it stood.

[i]Heh…hippogriff or gryphons would be kinda interesting…[/i]

Interesting, but extreme. She had read a little bit on the Recro-TFs, after all, and she knew that the more different things that you injected into your body, the harder it was to keep control of yourself. There were some people that intentionally went overboard with that, just for the extreme thrill of being overwhelmed by the drugs when it hit them, and she didn’t want to go that far.

Eventually, she pulled out a breast growth drug, and one that seemed to be vaguely aquatic. She tilted it, saw the silhouette of a ray on it, and then leaned in to read it properly.

[i]Stingray Recro-TF. Initial transformation includes shiny skin, baldness, slimmer physique, sensitive skin. Other transformations can include flattening of the face and throat, tail growth, leg shift, digitigrade foot transformation, webbing between digits –[/i]

The list went on and on. It was quite the thing, though, and there was something about it that rung true for her. She didn’t know how much of that she’d want, but there was something about the shiny, smooth-skin look that appealed.

And it was always temporary, so long as she didn’t put too much. Amelia didn’t plan on making a perma-TF donation goal, either, so she should be fine as long as she didn’t let herself get carried away. The breast growth stuff should also keep her from getting too slender, losing her femininity and going to the ‘itty bitty titties’ level that some of the chat had been accusing her of being.

[i]Speaking of…[/i]

She looked through the door to the streaming room where her computer sat. She should probably start getting that set up, see if any of the ‘loyal’ guys were still around. Wouldn’t hurt to get to know them, figure out why they had stuck around when all the others had left her.

After a moment’s hesitation, she slid back to the streaming room and sat in her chair. The computer booted up as quickly as ever as she pulled a bathrobe over her chest and lower parts. Adjusting the camera slightly, Amelia waited for the rest of the system to boot, then brought up the chat. No cam just yet, just the chat.

[b]Admin: Hey, anyone else there?

ServileSerpent: Oh, hey. Good to see you there.

ServileSerpent: You good?[/b]

She smiled. She hadn’t actually met this user before, but it was always good to see someone new. Just by the name, she had a guess as to why he’d stuck around. A quick glance to the chat records from the day before and the donation links told her that he’d been one of those that had figured out that she had Recro-TFs, too.

[i]ServileSerpent, huh? I wonder if he’s going to start simping.[/i]

The thought alone was enough to make her blush. Simping. The very word seemed to be a little silly to think, particularly with all the other stuff going on in her life. She’d made fun of other streamers that used that word.

[i]God, what’s going on with my life?[/i] she wondered as the stream chat continued to grow.

[b]ServileSerpent: Still there, hun?

Admin: Yeah, sorry. Got distracted.

ServileSerpent: No problem. Still planning on doing the stream today?

Admin: Yeah.

DungeonDragon: Hey, did I miss anything?

Admin: Just thinking.

Admin: Hey, DD.

ServileSerpent: Hey, is it just me, or are there more animal names now?

Admin: Well, guess that we all have a shared interest, then.[/b]

She smiled despite herself at the way that it was going. A serpent and a dragon. Doubtlessly both human and both having their own plans for what they’d do if they had access to Recro-TFs. She imagined that they had both planned what they’d like to look like with those names.

They’d probably want to live through her transformations, imagining what would happen if they got the same sort of thing. Well, she hoped that she’d be able to put on a good show for them. The way that they had supported her when the world had come crashing down, she hoped to make it up to them. It had meant the world to have that sort of support.

More and more names started to pop into the chat, and while she didn’t know all of them, the majority were those that had sent her donations, and all of them were more supportive to her post-shitshow than anyone had needed to be. She smiled, shaking her head.

[i]Okay, okay. Get the camera set up. You told them that you’d be doing this, so get ready to do it.[/i]

A naughty stream. First time doing it, and possibly not the last, if this went well. She looked at the chest of Recro-TFs, and took a deep breath.

[i]Fuck you, embarrassment. We’re going to make this hot…[/i]

She hoped.

Within a few minutes, she was properly posed, leaning back in the chair and showing just a bit of cleavage. Her hair ran over one side of her face, carefully positioned to look careless and a little bedraggled. The shower had gotten rid of the sweat from all the self-fucking the night before, but she still had a bit of the tired, well-fucked look that she hoped would go over well for the stream. With one last nod, she tapped the button to start the stream.

Just like that, she was on camera. The chat stopped for a moment, everyone taking the time to look at her. She wiggled her fingers hello.

“Hey, guys. I hope that you’re not too put out to be here for this.”

[b]ServileSerpent: Not at all, ma’am.

ServileSerpent: Just making sure that nobody comes in behind me.

DungeonDragon: Me too.

DungeonDragon: First time watching something like this, heh.

DungeonDragon: Not porn, I mean –

DungeonDragon: I mean –

ServileSerpent: Someone transform?

DungeonDragon: Yeah.

DungeonDragon: That.[/b]

Amelia bit off the giggle that wanted to come up as she watched the conversation. The last thing that she wanted was to leave someone feeling insecure, and DD looked like he was going to have a little bit of a hard time sticking around if he didn’t get a grip on that nervous nature of his.

All that said, she was happy to have two people that were rather amicable in the chat, and she could see more. Everyone seemed patient, too, which was a damn sight better than what she had gone through last time. It felt like she was getting what she needed this time.

Tapping a few buttons, she started putting bars on the screen for the chat to see. All the while, she explained.

“Alright. I’m doing this as a thank-you to you guys. As you probably guessed, I have a few…Recro-TFs on me. Yeah, yeah, I don’t want to say where they came from; I don’t know if I’ll ever get more, but…they’re fun. I want to put on a show for you guys, and I already figured out what the theme is going to be.”

[b]DungeonDragon: Balls!

DungeonDragon: Awwww…but balls…

ServileSerpent: M’lady, what might you be doing?

DarkSole: I’m curious myself.[/b]

“I’m going for more of an aquatic thing, and some growth.”

[b]DungeonDragon: Balls?[/b]

“Heh, no, not balls,” Amelia said, shaking her head. “I’m going for breasts. Maybe dicks, if they’re too small for you guys.”

That was probably the most that she wanted to do for the day, anyway. She was going to lose her hair with the aquatic transformation anyway, so she might as well make sure that she had something good to replace it. The chat seemed to consider it, and even DD seemed to be overall okay with the idea of getting big boobs rather than big balls.

Even so, she considered that for a later stream. If she did something like that on a later stream. She probably would want her dicks back, and the next time, she’d like to have some big balls to go with big shafts.

Maybe. She didn’t know how she felt about that yet.

“So, here’s the deal. I’m going to do a little bit for free, and then you can start boosting how far I go with the donation bar,” Amelia said, surprised that she sounded as confident as she did. “The more that you donate, the more of the drug I jam into me, and the more that I’ll change. Just, uh, try not to take it too far with the boobs, okay? I do want to be able to wear shirts at the end of this.”

[b]DungeonDragon: …Can I live on ramen til payday?

DungeonDragon: Probably.

DungeonDragon: Hehehehehehe.

DarkSole: Growing anything else?

DarkSole: Yes, obvious man is obvious.

DungeonDragon: No balls, no feet.

ServileSerpent: A pity I can’t be there for you, ma’am. I’d grow them and cover them for you.

DarkSole: Alright, what’s the goal?[/b]

“Uh…what do you guys think is fair for a month with smooth skin?” she asked.

[b]DungeonDragon: $50/day?

ServileSerpent: Surely we can do more than that.

ServileSerpent: A good lady such as this deserves at least $100/day.

DungeonDragon: Come on, don’t break my bank account, man.

DarkSole: Maybe $30/size increase on boobs?

DarkSole: And maybe a donation of $200 from me for something further down?

SlinkyTube: Come on, let’s focus on something we all like.

SlinkyTube: $100 for tail!

SlinkyTube: And ass cam![/b]

She was seriously mind-boggled at the prices that they were throwing at her. She had thought that it would be lucky to get $20 a day, and here they were quoting anywhere from $1,500 for the entire month to $3,000, and that was before they got to the breast stuff.

The way that they were so willing and offering good prices like this really did send a good feeling through her. It was so different to the way that the assholes had been treating her that she honestly wasn’t sure how to feel. All she knew was that she felt more secure than she had in a long time.

The happiness must have shown on her face, because the chat reacted.

[b]DarkSole: Fuck it, here’s $300 now.

ServileSerpent: She’s so happy. Happiest I’ve ever seen her.

ServileSerpent: Ma’am, I think you’ve found your calling.

DungeonDragon: Heh…smiles. They’re nice.

SlinkyTube: Let’s get this show on the rooooooad.[/b]

“Alright, alright, alright. Donations are open, and – holy hell.”

Just like that, nearly six hundred dollars came pouring through. Three hundred, admittedly, came from DarkSole, but the others had come through just as quickly. They obviously wanted to see some serious growth and change going on.

Or maybe they were just good people that wanted to see her good mood stick around.

Either way, she was obliged, now. She pulled her robe open, tossing it over her shoulders and getting to her feet. She slowly turned on her heel, showing off her body, feeling the little sags here and there around her hips and stomach. Not fat, but just a little paunch that belied the smaller breasts that she had. As she turned in place, the double-dicks just over her clit throbbed, and she could all but feel the eyes of the stream on her.

Despite knowing that she had a transformation to get started, she lingered for a moment, letting everyone get an eye-full of the sort of woman she was. She wanted them to really see her properly, to know how she was starting out. That way, the TF would be that much more intense. Or at least, so she hoped.

Turn, turn, turn, her ass bouncing with a slight jiggle, her soft skin just smooth enough to show the hairs here and there that hadn’t been shaven off over the course of her life. She took her time to turn and face her ass back, leaning forward to show those curves, and then turned the rest of the way, letting her hair fall over her shoulders, long-ish, but not quite enough to reach down to her breasts.

The chat loved it. The texts were filled with hearts and the occasional compliment, and another two hundred dollars popped in.

“Well, you guys know what you want. Boobs or aquatics first?”

The overwhelming answer was boobs. Chuckling, she took the pre-loaded syringe. At $30 per size increase, that meant that she’d be getting quite a bit of a boost here. She looked down at the needle, took a deep breath, and slowly inserted it just above her nipple. She winced, but only for a second.

As she injected herself and then pushed the needle to her other breast, the chat continued to erupt.

[b]DungeonDragon: Mmmph. Could never do that to myself.

DungeonDragon: Maybe better without balls, if she had to inject that.

ServileSerpent: Where do you think she got the dicks, DD?

DungeonDragon: …

DungeonDragon: That’s it, boner dead.

ServileSerpent: Hehehe.

ServileSerpent: Just wait a sec.

DarkSole: This is gonna be – holy FUCK![/b]

DarkSole’s reaction was more or less what hers was as her breast suddenly started swelling. She arched her back, thrusting her chest forward as she felt the bubbling, tingling feeling inside. Her skin felt tight, then soft, then tight again, drawn taut over the swelling that was already starting to take over down there. She panted as she watched the camera, staring as her breasts slowly swelled up, her areola stretching out and creating a sort of disk along her breasts. The feeling of that much pressure and weight down there shocked her, but at the same time, she rather…

She rather liked the feeling of such exaggerated features, almost as if it felt right, better than the ‘natural’ size that she was used to. She groaned, reaching up to cup them, only to gasp again as she felt them swelling beneath her hands, getting bigger and bigger.

[b]DungeonDragon: I take it back.

DungeonDragon: If it makes them that big

DungeonDragon: I want to see it in her butt.

DarkSoles: I second that emotion.

DarkSoles: And other things.

ServileSerpent: The lady needs servants to uplift those breasts. [/b]

As ServileSerpent pushed a meme of two burly men holding one well-endowed lady’s bust up, Amelia chuckled, though not without some gasping shivers running up and down her spine. This was intense. Really –

“Nnngh…”

She groaned under her breath, huffing softly as her breasts continued to rise and expand, growing out past her ability to hold them with her hands. They were past C-cups, past Ds, and all the way to Es. Fuck. She didn’t think that there was a shirt she owned that would cover these puppies.

[i]Sweater?[/i]

Probably the only thing that would work, but fuck her if she’d be able to walk if her nipples stayed this sensitive under that. Fuck.

Yet, despite already breaking the rule of keeping things normal, she shivered in pleasure. All those eyes on her, all those men and women enjoying the view, was just fucking hot. She shivered, rolling and squirming in her chair.

“Mmmph…you like it that much?”

The chat was pretty unanimous with that. She nodded, groaning as her breasts finally seemed to slow in their growth, coming to a stop just before they could go from Es to Fs. Fuck. They were so heavy now, so big and full.

It felt good.

As she leaned back on her chair, taking a minute to catch her breath, she looked at the chest of vials and syringes. She had planned on going from this to the shift to the aquatic features, but they were being so good…

No, no, she needed to keep something for the next stream, if she was going to do that. But she could give DarkSoles what he wanted, at least. Well, if it was a he.

Amelia shifted her position, putting her heels up on the table. The camera was just positioned to allow it to look all the way from her soles to her pussy, and her shrinking cocks. The chat groaned en masse at that.

[b]DungeonDragon: Come on, do you have to play to the foot guys?

DungeonDragon: I like the big tits. And big ass. And…big things, I guess.

DarkSoles: Snooze and lose, DD. I put it out there as a gift. She’s the one giving me a gift back.[/b]

“Heh, does that mean that you don’t want to see my feet change, DarkSoles?” she asked.

[b]DarkSoles: I sent the money without you guaranteeing it.

DarkSoles: That means it’s yours.

DarkSoles: Show if you like, and I know I’ll enjoy it, but it’s your choice. Not like you’re a prostitute here, after all. It’s your show.[/b]

She hadn’t been sure about showing off that much, but the minute that he said that, it put her at ease. The fact that the whole chat didn’t go further than teasing at that – even DD just playing around and calling DarkSoles out for being a foot freak was more playful than anything – made her feel like she’d made the right choice. These were the people that were more than worth keeping around.

“Well, for that kind of attitude, I’m happy to let you see what you like. For the rest of you…should I get a second camera?”

The whole chat erupted in what amounted to a ‘fuck yes.’ She laughed, getting to her feet.

“One second.”

It took little more than a minute to get it connected, but the harder part was getting the chat to agree on where to put it. Eventually, it was agreed that she’d shift her chair out for a stool, something that would let them see her more fully, and the second camera would be in profile to her rather than staring at her front. She put her heels back on the table, and then grabbed the syringe.

“Alright, everyone. Ready – Jesus Christ, how high are you going to make that donation bar go?”

It kept rising and stretching, something that she had hoped to see but had no expectation of it. Yet, here they were, not just donating to see her boobs get bigger, but to see all this other stuff, too. They had donated enough to keep her going through the month before the stream even started, and now they were paying to take it further.

If it wasn’t for the fact that she was naked on camera and still getting used to that, she would have thought that she’d made a mistake getting into gaming before and not this.

[i]It’s porn,[/i] she thought, trying to calm herself down. [i]It’s still porn, and that’s not what you want to be known for, is it?[/i]

Yet, at the same time, the syringe shook in her trembling hand, and she had to admit that this was a far headier, more powerful excitement than she was used to. This was the sort of thing that came along once in a lifetime, this sort of community, this sort of opportunity. They were all ensorcelled, entranced by her looks, and they wanted to see her do more.

[i]They want me…[/i]

She thought it would hurt to be wanted more for her body than the personality that she’d shown during the other streams, but at the same time, it was something. Something that was respectful, for once, rather than just dickish, and it was more than just money. There was no entitlement, this time. There was just fun on both sides.

That made it okay.

That made it good.

Amelia jabbed her arm with the syringe, slowly pushing down. As soon as the chemicals started spreading through her arm, she held it down, letting the camera pick up as the skin went from pale to soft purple, almost a bruised color, but it was also shedding what little arm hair she had. The further it went, the more little strands fell out, and the high-quality camera sent it right to the feed.

[b]ServileSerpent: You will be smooth as silk, ma’am.

ServileSerpent: I wish I could be there to feel your newly smooth thighs around my head.

ServileSerpent: As well as make you feel other things.

DungeonDragon: Wow. That’s really…really weird.

DungeonDragon: And hot.

DungeonDragon: Mostly hot.

SlinkyTube: Hooooly cow. It’s really real.[/b]

“Of course – ah – of course it is,” she said, blushing. “I already got the big boobs.”

Of course, she understood why Slinky felt that way. It was one thing to see boob growth; that was something easy enough to find, particularly the faked stuff of balloons under the shirt that kept growing out, and the bad SFM stuff that never quite looked right.

This was real. This was an actual shift, a full transformation that was happening right before their eyes. The purple spread up and down her arm, making her veins stand out, sending ‘corruptive’ purple lines through her limb and then into her chest. It spread like jagged lines of lightning through her body, making her look almost demonic for a moment, and she shivered, panting at the low-level heat that burned beneath her skin.

As it went up the back of her neck, she could feel her hair falling out. That was something that didn’t feel right, and she gasped as she felt the strands tickling the back of her neck as they fell free. She didn’t like that feeling, not nearly as much as she liked everything else.

[i]No more of that. Wigs. Or hair growth stuff.[/i]

Making that mental note, she still shivered as she felt the lightning heat running through her, spreading her legs a bit to show it running over her thighs and down to her knees, going further and further down her body. It looked like some sort of crack just under her skin, like some mythical demon was taking control.

Hell, that thought was hot as hell, and she groaned as she groped her chest with her free hand.

Another couple of donations popped in, and she injected a little more. There was just enough in the syringe to allow her to stay in this form for a month if she got enough money – she’d taken care not to load it past that – but fuck it felt…weird. Addicting. The feeling of being so inhuman in color was one thing, but as the rest of the transformation spread up her arm, she could feel the smoothness under her hand, almost like a slime that had permeated her flesh and left her slick to the touch.

The next time that she touched her breasts after the transformation crept across them, she gasped, her pussy clenching and her cocks rising. The sheer sensitivity…fuck, if she’d felt almost orgasmic when her breasts grew, now they were nearly a goddamn sex toy. She felt hyper-sexualized and hyper-sensitive to anything and everything.

Further, further the smoothness went. She felt the last of her hairs fall from her head, leaving her smooth-skulled and bald. The wetness and smoothness pulled tight around her breasts, lifting them up, almost like she was wearing an invisible pull-up bra. The little paunch around her gut disappeared, the smooth skin acting almost like a corset down there, something that she hadn’t expected, but rather liked.

As it spread the purple along her body, all the way down to her feet, she looked up at the screen again. She had a view of the tops and bottoms of her soles, watching as they changed color, as a webbing began to appear between her toes. She felt the difference that it made, the way that it felt like it would change her swim speed.

[i]Mmmph…[/i] She rubbed her feet together despite herself, feeling so wet and wild, feeling so…so much more than human. Not less, but more. As her toes curled, she felt the soft crick-cracks that preceded the next change. Her heels rose up, her toes pointed more, and the ball of her foot grew outwards.

As her foot turned from plantigrade to digitigrade, the chat kept muttering.

[b]ServileSerpent: I think I’ve just gained a foot fetish.

DarkSoles: Not hard to get.

DarkSoles: Makes you pretty hard, though.

ServileSerpent: So I see.

DungeonDragon: Fucking…wow. I’ve seen good Recro-TFs, but this is amazing.

DarkSoles: Isn’t it?[/b]

Even as the purple finished, leaving her smooth and shimmering under the camera, she felt the tingles of other little transformations going on under the skin. It felt so weird, but at the same time, she felt more…more comfortable in her own skin. Like this was more what she was supposed to be, like there was something better for her like this than she had available as a human.

As she panted for breath, she slowly sat up straight. She dragged her feet down from the camera, much to the disappointment of a few chat members, and smiled at the screen.

“Thanks for…for tuning in. I’ll check in with you later. For now…for now, I gotta get used to the new body.”

Before anyone could ruin the moment – potentially, intentionally, accidentally, whatever – she reached up and turned off the camera. She had to slump back after that, still getting used to the feeling of her new shape. Body. Tightness. It was all so strong, so different that it was impossible for her to focus for more than a few seconds at a time.

She felt both taut-tight and rubbery-loose. It was so strange, and she didn’t know how to make it better, to make it more normal. More to the point, she didn’t know if she [i]wanted[/i] to make it more normal.

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

Summary: Amelia does the little stream for the people that supported her, and then realizes how much of a difference this kind of group makes.

Tags: H/solo, Streaming, Exhibitionism, Webcam, Transformation, Foot Fetish, Teasing, Voyeurism, Comedy, Series, Drugs, Bald, Human, Double Cocks, Breast Growth,