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Chat is this Permanent? by:MalicTheWriter

User5823: Ain’t no way

User0925: DO IT!!!

User7483: Can’t believe it...

User3269: Drink dRink-

User4250: Don’t do it!

Chat listed this way and that for a while as the anthro rabbit held the bottle of premium fountain water up for the camera to see. He was having the hardest time getting the web camera to adjust the auto-focus in such a way as to actually bring the bottle into view, but it seemed the chat could tell what it was just based on the contours and colors of what lay in his hands.

Set upon one palm, with the other resting behind it so as to get the focus to work, was a bottle of familiar pink make and model to just about anyone male who happened to be interested in finding out firsthand what it was like to be a female. Blessed by the goddess herself it was not merely a rumor that exposure to such enchanted waters might change ones sex, it was quite well known.

“What do you say, chat?” asked the streamer rabbit with a somewhat bashful smile.

User0925: Perhaps reconsider

User5823: It’s permanent right?

User4250: DRINK DRINK

User3269: DRINK DRINK DRINK

User7483: DRINK DRINK

“I think that’s a lot more people voting for rather than against, and no User0925 it is not permanent, unless...” said the streamer, setting the fancy glass to one side of his desk before reaching off screen.

There was the base heavy sound of a thump echoing through the corner of the desk as the bunny streamer slid back into frame carrying a rather large and floppy dildo. It was hefty and large, rounded out at the base and colored just as deep a red as the original it copied. Smiling that big rabbity smile the streamer held the false phallus up to the camera which had no trouble at all automatically adjusting its focus to take the girth of.

“This is what goes into me if I get enough Tidbits or Whatchamacallits,” said the streamer with a smile.

Deep down he did not seem to think his audience was willing to put up anywhere near that kind of money for something like that. After all, he knew drinking the blessed water and then inserting something like that would make the change permanently, a fact that gave him no small amount of anxiety. Far from the kind of anxiety to stop however, much of him craved the unique stresses of playing with one’s gender, but more over, a deeper and perhaps more buried part of him wanted rather badly to have this be the last day a cock lurked between his legs.

“Maybe I should get undressed...” murmured the streamer, looking down over their baggy clothes.

The chat was busy discerning whether or not the dildo in question had been modeled off a particularly well hung fox or a somewhat sizable wolf. With a finger waggle coupled with a nod the streamer managed to affirm that it was not just the latter in general, but a copy of a particular friend of theirs from whom they always wanted to have dildos made of their cock.

“Custom service, quite the size. Not sure if I could manage this much inside me all at once… maybe we’ll set it too… And yes chat, it is an wolf dildo~” mused the bunny as they leaned towards the camera to do some typing.

They stood and got undressed, their loose fitting ‘Loud Band’ t-shirt rolling over their long and floppy ears easily enough as a rolling donation incentive rolled out across the screen. A solid 5 grand bounty on locking themselves for good on the length of that heady shaft.

Off came the clothes, and soon his lithe and naked bunny body with fur so soft and brown was exposed for all of about three bordering on four significant digits worth of doubters all expounding how there was simply no way someone this hot would drink the blessed water and lock themselves in one fateful night.

The streamer smiled warmly at the camera, sitting down in his chair with the hole in the back so as to make room for his little tuft of a tail as he did so. The long time streamer’s chair slid back across the room as with but a clap he adjusted the broadcast so take in more than merely one angle of his personage.

Three views now greeted the average viewer. Five views for the specialty subscribers. Additional perspective almost always was a luxury for those who could afford it, but all this is beside the point. His body was feeling good, and so was he too. Gently now he pulled the stopper off the pink bottle, and gave it a gentle sniff.

It smelled of divine intent. Those specialty subscribers with a close up view of his half-hard cock could see that despite his lack of any sippage, merely smelling the aromatic blessings of the blessed water was enough to knock a good inch and a half off his hardening shaft. The bunny blinked, looking down over his shrunken shaft with a bashful blush.

Reaching down he gripped at it gently. It seemed despite the shrinkage on the way up, his cock was more sensitive than it had ever been before. He had expected as much. Rumors of the last orgasm before transitioning had been circulating throughout culture for at least the last hundred or so years, it would be nice to be one of the first people daring enough to stream the entire process for viewers both paid and passing through.

But was he really the first to stream the process? The question rolled through his mind and out into the ether, spoken aloud as a question to the chat which they all answered emphatically yes. Though it had been streamed before to partners or loved ones, the streamer would be the first to take it public with his splayed legs and already partly shrunken shaft.

Smiling still with those rabbity teeth he took his cock in one hand and the drink into the other. It would not be the first time he jerked off for the camera, but it was starting to feel like it might just be the last time he did it quite like this. The intoxicatingly sweet smelling substance rolled down his tongue and into his belly, where it radiated a strange and tingly warmth which soon began to trail downwards.

The usual inward spurts of pleasure that once darted up his shaft and into his body seemed to grow larger and more internalized, rolling like waves to great he gentle tingly feeling of his tummy and tugging on that inner sensation with an ethereal and otherworldly grace. The last of the bottle was drained, and soon the touch of the goddess took hold within him.

“I can feel it chat, is this real?” he asked, a last little bit of far-too-late hesitancy rolled free of his tongue as he felt possessed to continue stroking his rather diminutive prick.

It was just a few little inches in his fingertips now, a subtle pink glow seemingly enshrouding it for the cameras as he continued to stroke. As oversexxed as the rabbit was it usually took quite a bit of time for him to cum, but under these unique conditions he found a climax building up with godly haste.

“Oh goddess I...” stammered the bunny, her long and floppy ears trailing behind as she shook her head from side to side, new body wracked with a pleasure that shot through from the tips of her splayed toes to the ends of those long and lovely ears.

Cum. A great and enfeebling spurt. The ejaculate fired off in an arc out before the shifting streamer further than ever. The momentum of it all increased by the last banishment of the shaft within which it once traveled, as both his balls seemed to invert within a new and growing slit between those splayed legs.

Paid viewers got an up close view, a 4K resolution focused view of that cock turned clit still visible between her partly splayed pussy. It clenched first at the last gasps of her masculinity, and then it clenched at nothing at all, tightening up for all the viewers at home who happened to describe to see in brilliant glistening detail as the streamer bunny moaned.

“That was… a lot chat…” she half whimpered the words, still catching her breath.

Smiling now up at Camera One she regained some modicum of composure, only for it to grow a bit shaky as her breasts gently began to grow. She looked down and caught it happening and let out a mixture of a shout and a chuckle that might have been teased in the chat more if it didn’t get her fresh breasts jiggling for the audience.

The views had shifted wildly from her usual crowd. As lithe and sexually charged as she had been as a guy it wasn’t surprising that much of the audience had been interested in her old body. A few of those fans stuck around out of curiosity for where this would all go, but there was a genuine contingent of her established fans that wanted to see her go all the way.

One such fan had rather deep pockets. Deep enough that the exorbitant price she had pegged to forever renouncing her masculinity to would matter little in the scheme of his day to day life. With his hooflike hand he pressed the mouse cursor up and up all the way to the top of the donation track, and with the click of a mouse button sealed her fate forever more. The Pavlovian perk of the rabbit’s ears as the chime of a donation rang through rolled across her body in tandem with a shiver.

“Chat, is this real… chat…” she said, looking over the funds climbing all the way to the top in a flash.

She was struck with a moment of anxious silence, unsure of what to say or do about what she had done. Some small part of her, feeble and weak, had her considering shutting down the stream and claiming there was some kind of malfunction. Or perhaps she could simply raise the price even higher to further prevent such a donation objective from being reached.

And yet. And yet. Oh so much more of her was pleased. A part of her she had hidden deep for so long. Too long. She was finally, fully, free. Not just free, but embraced. There upon the screen before those wide opened eyes the viewers just could not get enough of was a number too large to ignore. How else could she interpret it but as a wholesale support of her by the economy itself.

She finally caught her breath. The swirling intensity of the male climax had finally abated, leaving her with the still intense maelstrom of anxiety and self acceptance which had her gently biting her lip. She shifted idly in her seat, turning on the pneumatic tube to give the free viewers a look at her little tail poking through the hole in the back of her chair as she thought things over. She let out a sigh of relief.

“I’m glad chat,” she said, slowly turning around, “I don’t have to pretend to be a male anymore.”

With a playful grin she scooted herself forward, stooping towards the camera with those soft furred mounds as she dragged the wolf molded shaft over and set it in frame just to the left of her head. She leaned into it, pressing one of her floppy ears against it as she looked into the camera longingly.

Paid viewers got a rather good look of the way her pussy tightened up the moment she made contact with the cock. It was clear for those with eyes and wallets to see that her body was yearning for it. She hugged around it gently, pressing it for a time between her breasts as she hammed it up for the camera.

“Maybe I should save myself to be locked by the real deal… but, a deal is a deal they say, and I would hate to back out of mine,” she stated plainly, gripping the dildo around the base with one hand while pushing off the desk with the other.

Her legs thumped rapidly on the floor in excitement as she hyped herself up for this grand finale. A great and lengthy curtain call in the shape of one of her best friends turned possible guest of the show depending on how the next few weeks turned out. She flashed those great big pearly whites at the camera again, making sure the paid viewers were getting that high resolution view of The Moment.

And then it finally came. Around the dildo went, twirled into a two handed grip and angled optimally for insertion. Both her own natural slickness and the lubrication applied before the stream began proved more than capable of permitting it, and with the slightest of wiggles and the simplest slippage of that tip, she could feel her feminine side fully taking hold.

Rolling her hands around the shaft she gently slid a bit more of it in, finding at first a sweet spot and then something of a rhythm to accompany the tapping of her legs as she embraced girlhood in all its glory. Her pussy clamped down hard at first around the pseudo shaft, and she could feel the energy of the change locking into place with regards to the blessed fountain water, but the night had only begun.

User0925: She did it...

User5823: Love it

User4250: No freaking way

User3269: She took...

User7483: All of it!

And she streamed happily ever after. The end.