Streamer and Hater: one fuck away from being banned

Title: “One Fuck Away from Being Banned”

The nerves were setting in as I fidgeted with my cams and adjusted my angle one last time. I had been building up to this moment for weeks, teasing my loyal fans with glimpses of my new bimbo body – the massive tits, the phat ass, the full lips and bedroom eyes. I knew they were hungry for more, desperate to see it all, and tonight, I was going to give them exactly what they wanted.

I stripped down to just my bra and panties, unhooked my bra and let my heavy jugs bounce free. They had grown so big in such a short amount of time, my nipples were perked and aching. I stroked and squeezed them, pulling on my nipples until they hardened into little pebbles. Then I slid my panties down, revealing my plump pussy, already glistening with anticipation.

“Hello everyone,” I purred into the mic, arching my back and putting my ass on full display. “You know me…or should I say…you want to fuck me.” I came clean, having already crossed the line with my teases and outfit changes. “But I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news for you today…”

I paused for dramatic effect and slid a finger down the crack of my ass to my clit, rubbing myself there as the chat blew up with questions and speculation. “Yes, I made a promise to my followers, I said ‘no nudes, no sex’ and I intend to keep my word…with one exception,” I added, crawling onto my bed in my favorite reverse cowgirl position, “if I get 10,000 new followers between now and the ending of this stream, I’ll give you something extra special to remember me by…”

I spread my ass cheeks, showing off my tight little asshole and slick, wet pussy, then reached back with both hands to unceremoniously shove three large fingers inside myself. My fans were going wild, flooding the chat with pledges and promises. I fingered myself until my fingers were thoroughly coated with my juices, then brought them to my mouth to suck them clean, moaning like a whore as I imagined it was their cocks I was tasting.

By the time I peeled off my pointy heels and crawled up the bed, I already had 5,000 new followers in under 30 minutes. I didn’t expect them to reach 10k, but I had a surprise for them either way – a sex toy I designed to replicate my pussy, complete with spasming walls and a vibrating clit that could suck and fondle them like the real deal.

I unboxed the device, still in its packaging, and held it up to the camera, introduced it, then blushed and pretended to get shy about using it in front of them. “I would never…unless you promote this video,” I teased. “Every share counts.”

Fifteen minutes later, they were halfway there and I was riding my toy like a center-fold housewife on Sunday. I came three times as I fucked myself senseless, snatching the 10k win in the closing minutes of the stream. I pulled the device out and displayed it between my sticky folds, then announced my “winners” would be able to purchase one of the limited-edition models for a small fee.

The hundreds of thousands I made in sales that night set a new record and prompted new initiatives from the company to create more realistic, customizable models of their favorite sex stars. As a huge bonus, they even offered to be my exclusive sex toy partner, meaning I wouldn’t have to be limited to the same boring routines and teases, I could ditch any moral commitments that held me back, and make an astronomical amount doing what I loved most.

From then on, if I promised anything – a naughty dance, a reveal, a ride, a taste – there was only 1 fuck away from following through. The most popular model, the brand-new bimbo body I designed myself, was a billionaire status seduction that always sold out, but I was happy to give my loyal fans experiences I’d never give the mainstream.

It was the most exciting change to my entire career, and for once, I wasn’t sorry for the things I did for the money. I was grateful for the money I made doing my wildest, naughtiest fantasies.