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

[b][u][center]Prologue[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]For Kacacarrotcake[/center][/u][/b]

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

“So, uh, yeah, this part’s pretty easy if you know what you’re doing,” Amelia said, trying to keep from being too embarrassed at the fact that her tits were out. The feeling of having cool air on them as well as a camera was brand-new to her, and it showed with the red on her face she could see in the camera box on her screen. “You just have to, uh…uh…”

Commentary was usually the easy part of the job for her, but it was just going right out of her mind as she stared at the screen, at the game, at the enemies that were running after her along the balcony on the screen. The part of her that had practiced on another save file knew just what she needed to do. Hop over the edge of the railing, jump to the next building, and then continue a back and forth leaping pattern to avoid the frenzy of enemies trying to knock her off the railings. In theory, it was an easy trick.

However, that theory had not included being bare to the waist and having the commentary coming fast and furious about her breasts.

[b]CasulFucker: Look at those tits. Ain’t that big, but those nips ain’t telling no lies.[/b]

[b]CasulFucker: Put the controller down and play with ‘em, babe.[/b]

[b]TruGamer: Looks like she’s gonna fall.[/b]

[b]LurkerLugh: Tiny tits. 3/10. Wouldn’t use.[/b]

[b]TruGamer: Almost falling now.[/b]

[b]CasulFucker: Who cares about the game? We’re not doing that anymore.[/b]

The thing was, Amelia was trying to do that. Her breasts were just something that were supposed to be an enticement to get a few more people watching, not the main part of the stream. Her cheeks burned as she looked at the game again, trying to ignore herself on the camera. She tapped the buttons, managing a few clumsy jumps as the chat pinged again and again.

[b]CasulFucker: Why are you pretending to be a gamer?[/b]

[b]CasulFucker: Just forget it. Make it a porn stream. That’s more interesting.[/b]

[b]TruGamer: Ugh. Annoying chat, bad gamer. I’m done. [/b]

[b][i][TruGamer has left the chat.[/i][/b]

[b]LurkerLugh: Why do you care about her tits, Casul? Ain’t that big.[/b]

[b]CasulFucker; Because they’re there. [/b]

[b]NaughtyNed: Ever thought about getting piercings, girl?[/b]

She bit her lip, trying to focus on the game, but every time that she looked back to the chat, she knew that this stream was most likely a wash. There was nobody actually interested in the game, and as much as she had needed to do to force herself to go topless, she knew she couldn’t go further while they were watching.

Not that she had had any plans to do that. She was trying to be a gamer, not a stripper, or worse. She gritted her teeth, trying to find her commentary again.

“N-now, you want to – uh, uh-oh – gah!”

Amelia managed to save her character from falling, but in doing so, she delayed too much. The skeletons in the game seized her, pulling her from the railing and throwing her into the chasm. She sighed, tossing the controller onto her desk and leaning forward.

Ping, ping, ping.

[b]CasulFucker: No, no, push them together, you dumb slut.[/b]

[b]CasulFucker: You gotta grind them against each other.[/b]

[b]NaughtyNed: Pull on those nips.[/b]

[b]LurkerLugh: You guys are all into kiddy-breasts, I swear.[/b]

[b]NaughtyNed: You’re just looking for anime boobs that don’t exist.[/b]

[b]CasulFucker: Do I have to tell you how to do everything, bitch?[/b]

Amelia shook her head, sitting up and pulling the blanket on the back of her chair around her middle. She was covered, finally, and other names started popping up in chat, probably those that had been watching in silence and were now finally outraged that their treat had been taken from them. She shook her head.

“That’s it, stream’s done. See you guys another time.”

With more complaints about the lack of boobs filling up the screen, she closed her streaming program and leaned back in the chair. She covered her face and shook her head.

“That was the dumbest idea…so fucking STUPID…”

So much for getting anybody that was worth a damn. So much for getting any kind of rep as a cool streamer. So much for anything but putting the slut-target on her back.

Ping. Her phone, this time. She picked it up, looking at the name. Damien, a guy that she knew and had streamed with before, and more importantly, the guy that had recommended that she try doing something like this. The temptation to throw the phone out the window in response to that was almost overwhelming. Instead, she made herself open the message.

[i]Stream go well?[/i] he asked.

[i]Not really. All anyone cared about were my breasts.[/i]

[i]In a good way?[/i]

[i]In a bad way. They wouldn’t stop talking about it. It was like the game didn’t exist anymore.[/i]

[i]Oof. Sorry.[/i]

[i]And some of them were pushing me to do a porn stream.[/i]

[i]Did you do it?[/i]

[i]FUCK NO! Are you kidding me?! There’s no way that I’d do that.[/i]

[i]Hey, hey, just asking.[/i]

She sighed, rubbing her forehead. She knew he was just asking, but it still hurt. Just because she was a woman…

Glaring at her computer screen, she remembered all the other harassers that she’d had to ban over the years. There had been a hundred different people – hundred and three, actually, looking at the ban list – that had come poking their heads in and then pushing for her to get naked. Considering that this was one of the few streaming platforms that allowed that kind of thing, she understood that she’d get some of those assholes, but she didn’t think that they’d all gravitate to her.

And now, she would be known as one of those gamer girls that was willing to show her tits. She had avoided it for nearly six months, but she’d hit a wall for subscribers, and nobody new was showing up. Some of her older patrons had started slacking off, too, pulling out and watching other people. She’d been desperate, but now…

Ping. She sighed.

[i]So, what are you going to do?[/i]

[i]I don’t know. Find out if the grocery store’s hiring, I guess.[/i]

[i]Hey, don’t give up. You can still get this.[/i]

[i]Not without some help.[/i]

[i]You can. It’s just down to confidence, Amelia. All you need is the confidence to show off in the stream. Gaming or, you know, the other stuff, it’s all down to the right sort of persona that you show off.[/i]

[i]Yeah, maybe. I don’t know.[/i]

[i]Just don’t give up yet, okay, huh?[/i]

[i]Okay, fine. I’ll try one more time next week.[/i]

[i]Great. Take care.[/i]

[i]See you.[/i]

She waited until he went offline this time before putting the phone down, rubbing her forehead and looking at the computer. It was slowly going to screensaver mode, and she let it as she got to her feet, walking out of her bedroom. The one-person apartment was not that big, with her bedroom at one end, the bathroom attached to the hall, and the kitchen and living room technically the same space. She walked to the bathroom, letting the blanket fall off her shoulders.

Much as that ‘LurkerLugh’ guy was talking about how tiny her breasts were, she wasn’t that small. Sure, she wasn’t [i]big[/i], either, and she didn’t have the boobs of some of the bigger porn stars out there, but she wasn’t small. A decent B, a good way towards C. Not that small…

She blushed as she looked at them, not unaware of how her nipples were starting to stiffen a bit further. Having them out wasn’t…bad, exactly, but it had been harder for her to deal with than she expected. Rather than the audience just getting into it for a bit and then focusing on the game, all they wanted was more. Always more, always naughtier, always…

Always just going straight for the bottom.

Sighing, she shook her head and tossed the blanket into the laundry hamper for later. For now, she needed to clean up. She was sweaty from the hot lights, and she needed to get rid of that before she started breaking out.

#

The young woman left the shower feeling better than when she’d started, but still feeling down. She had hoped for a little bit more…she didn’t know, better attention. Every time that she had tried to steer the conversation, they shouted her down with lewder versions of the old ‘make me a sandwich’ line.

[i]Confidence…heh….where the hell do I find confidence to push back against a flood of that shit?[/i]

She didn’t know, and that was the part that would take forever to get around. She wrapped herself in her bathrobe, making her way to the couch and flopping onto it. The TV clicked on as she landed on the remote, and the news buzzed away. Something about a bunch of moral outrage that was coming from a series of churches across the land, it seemed. Something about the moral decadence of youth and all that.

[i]Yeah, well, you want to talk to the guys about that,[/i] she thought, reaching for the remote. [i]Just because we show a little doesn’t mean that they get it all.[/i]

And it wasn’t that she was ashamed of how she looked. Well, mostly not ashamed; it was hard to not be embarrassed by the little bush of brown hair between her legs when she didn’t get the chance to shave down there, or have the chance to get her legs perfectly smooth, or do something with the lighting to make her tanned skin look like something more than a spray-tan applied badly. She had that hue where it could look fake when it wasn’t, and that always went badly on camera.

She sighed, leaning back against the couch. And now that there were streamers that were taking it further than the old VR stuff could…

[i]Fucking recro-TFs…[/i]

Recro-TF, or Recreational Transformation drugs, had been released to the public three years ago, and as soon as they hit the market, the prices skyrocketed from a couple hundred a dose – the price of an old game console – to well over ten thousand dollars for a partial transformation. If you wanted your dick to look like a horse’s, that was $15k. If you wanted to have the multi-breasts of a bitch? $30k. If you wanted to go further than just the individual transformation, it only got more and more expensive.

As if it wasn’t hard enough to get an audience as a gamer anymore, people started to sign in just to watch the beast-streamers show off what they had. Some donated insane amounts of money to watch people transform in temporary fashion, showing off their cock growing, their feet turning to hooves, and more. The whole bullshit of the situation had gotten completely out of hand, and people like her – the ones that didn’t have money or fans to give them some – were falling behind faster and faster.

[i]Confidence. Heh. No way confidence could fix this mess unless ‘confidence’ has a bank account of a few million.[/i]

But even if she did have some Recro-TF, what would it matter? So she’d look different. That might get her a few more views, but without doing what the other girls did – and they did a [i]lot[/i] once they were changed – she was nothing but a freak that happened to play games on camera.

Knock, knock.

Amelia blinked, sitting up and looking at her front door. She saw a shadow pull away, but it looked like something had been left at the door.

“…Well, that’s not creepy…”

Considering that she didn’t have any packages expected, she knew that this was, at best, a wrong delivery. At worst, this could be one of those things that happened to streamer girls when someone found their home address. The smart thing to do would be to leave the package alone until someone came up, or it got dark. Either way, she knew that she should leave it alone.

The problem was, there was no way she could do that. She was too curious for her own good, and at least it would be a distraction from what she was dealing with. Sighing, she brushed her hair out of her face and got up from the couch. Pulling her robe a bit tighter to herself, she walked to the front door and opened it.

Nobody waited to grab her just outside, but there was a box waiting for her on the porch. Addressed to her, too, which she hadn’t quite expected. Pulling it in quickly, she locked the door behind her and carried it to the table marking the divide between kitchen and living room. A knife sufficed to get rid of the tape, and the first thing she saw inside the box was a note, writ in fancy cursive, from someone called ‘Ms. Fausus.’

The second thing she saw were syringes. Many, many syringes, and all of them marked with animal heads.

“Oh…my…god…”

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

Summary: Amelia finds herself at the mercy of some rather asshole-ish stream commenters, and ends the half-nude stream before it gets worse. Lamenting her life, a delivery comes that might change it.

Tags: F/solo, human, streaming, drugs, mystery, prologue, breasts, lewd comments, embarrassed, exhibitionism,