Chapter 19 - Katie's Streaming Adventure


FRIDAY - DECEMBER 3rd



 The end of the week should’ve brought Katie some comfort but she instead checked her card balance with dismay. Even with the tips she made over the week at that stupid waitressing job and with the weekly allowance from her parents, it just wasn’t enough to pay-off the debt on her credit card. 

 Sitting in front of her gaming PC, she could feel her heart beating just as she calculated how many weeks it would take to cover the expenditures without taking anything else out. In the other tab, though, were several subreddits for the games she played that she kept refreshing to see what cosmetics would be coming out for the holiday season. After spending so much cash on having every skin in the games she played, she couldn't handle the idea of missing the holiday ones, especially when those were usually cheapest.

“Fuck me,” Katie whispered to herself, already seeing an adorable Santa’s elf-themed outfit for one her most played character. I need to tell Dad. Or ask for a loan, or… I don’t know. Her father didn’t mind paying for cars and probably would’ve bought her a mansion if she asked, but to tell him that she blew tens of thousands on digital cosmetics and loot boxes might get him mad enough to hit her for the first time.

 As she went down the subreddit Katie caught a clip of SarayiRex reacting to the new cosmetics. She never liked watching streamers, especially not girls - even in this video she could see the slut was barely wearing anything. Just a tank top without a bra with her rock-hard nipples sticking through. As the girl reacted to the new skins, Katie’s eyes noticed the huge dono caught on stream. $100 from some loser, along with the message: <You look great today :)>. SarayiRex didn’t even notice.

 Is she seriously not even going to react to that? Katie wondered. It was insane how much money these chicks were making…



 SATURDAY - DECEMBER 4th



 A horrible nightmare made sure she woke up at 4am drenched in sweat. Katie tried to go back to sleep, but in the end she took a shower and came back to her bedroom. Jessica was still asleep so there was no one to even cry to about how shitty this all was. 

 The only thing she could think of doing was playing, so she sat down and fired up a game. It was only as she stared at the loading screen, her eyes gleaming in the darkness of her room, that an idea occurred to her: streaming.

 And why not? Everyone else was doing it! 

 Katie wasn’t going to show her face, of course, but maybe there could be some cash to be made even without doing that. She had already set up an account for it years ago and never went through with it because of what she saw other girls doing, almost stripping down naked instead of playing. Katie didn’t want to be one of “those girls.” But so long as she just played and kept things civil, then it would be fine.

 This was the hour that most people signed off at so some strays managed to find their way. Katie noticed her avatar for the site was a picture of her she had uploaded years ago, which explained how she got 8 viewers in just thirty minutes.

<is this really a girl> 

<we can’t hear you>

<SCAM>

 Katie read one message after another. They were all asking for confirmation that she was, in fact, female. At first she tried to appease them by writing back: <what do you think?> But that couldn't make them behave any better.

<just talk>

<say anything>

<COME ON>

 Katie clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes. Assholes. She held her finger over the push-to-talk key for several seconds with great hesitation and then pressed it down. “Okay, okay. Well, if I’m talking, you guys better be nicer.”

<lol she is a girl>

<NICE>

 Not only did they suddenly become all positive towards her and gave her tips as she played, encouraging her when she died, but Katie saw her first donation of $5 come through. “Won’t you please turn on your cam?” she read for all to hear. “Sorry, I can’t. But maybe next time.”

 The streaming session only lasted 2h47m, but by the end of it she had made about $37 in donations. Which wasn’t much. Certainly not enough to cover the deep hole she was in, and probably less than she would’ve gotten out of tips from waitressing for the same amount of time. But it’s a start…



 SUNDAY - December 5th



 Katie hadn’t told Jessica about her early-morning/late-night streaming experience and she really wasn’t planning on telling anyone unless it became a truly successful venture. Maybe I can finally make it big, she thought, realizing just how delusional that sounded. But it would’ve been so nice to be able to stream and quit the awful waitressing job. The way those guys there looked at her and grinned her way as they handed her the fat tips was demeaning, and would’ve been demeaning for almost anyone; but it was especially rough on Katie considering she grew up as a rich girl that never thought she would ever have to work. It was Father that pressured her into it: You want to get your allowance, then you’ll have to work, he said. Well, maybe it was time for a different type of work. 

 She decided that she would give it her all today and felt so excited about the prospect of making some extra cash that she couldn't even fall asleep. She waited until she could be sure that Jessica was asleep in her room, then changed into something comfortable. She wasn’t about to put on a show for the viewers so she only wore a t-shirt, but she did her makeup and hair in advance in case she would turn on her cam. 

 As the day before, she turned it on only when she was in-game, but this time put up a donation goal: <Building up $1500 for a new PC! FACE REVEAL AT $2000.> 

 She wasn’t expecting to get all the money in a single session and suspected that some of the viewers might even lambast her for trying to go for so two thousand after just a day. But the truth was that most of them knew nothing about her, weren’t aware how long she had been streaming for, and were just asking casual questions.

 As Katie played and chatted with them, she began to pick out the ones that asked her the nicest questions and kept the filthy ones in check and awarded them with her full attention. “Yeah, I’m new to streaming…” she told them as she clicked away chasing a player around the map to kill him. “Truth be told I’m only doing it because my PC is so bad, it’s dying… I’m working a job during the day but I’ve gotta support my parents and I don’t have enough.” 

 The sob story was met with empathetic responses. The donations started coming in, too, first $5, then $25, then another, $5 and a $2. Katie was barely at the end of an hour when a whooping $150 was donated. <Can’t wait to see your face. You sound beautiful..> 

“WOW!” Katie exclaimed, pausing the game to respond appropriately. “Thank you so much, I appreciate it you guys. Thank you, thank you, thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me, man. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, I love you for this…” 

 Contrary to the stressful job she imagined streaming to be, it turned out to be surprisingly easy. She didn’t even have to ban the ones that were misbehaving, it was enough to ignore their questions and they just went away. Gaming and getting paid? Fuck yeah. I can do this!

 By the end of the first three hours, Katie was at $489 and noticed she had 187 viewers. Is it really this easy? she wondered. Probably not, because then everybody would be doing it. No, it dawned on her that perhaps she had the right aptitudes for this line of work. Jesus, how have I not done this before? 

 The more money came in, the more relaxed she became. <Why are you idiots paying her? It’s some guy using a voice changer, he might not show his face at all. IDIOTS.> Katie ignored the message at first but it was spammed over and over until she went ahead with her first ban. “There you, you got the attention you wanted now.” Rather than siding with him, the chat went wild spamming hearts to her and saying <fuck that loser>. 

 Barely a two day streamer, and Katie already felt like she had built a small simp army.

 As she got closer to morning more of the big streamers were tuning out and some of the lost night owls tuned into her. Katie wasn’t sure whose audience she was getting, because she only looked away for a few seconds when she noticed her numbers spiked to 496 viewers. “Holy shit, what is going on?” 

 God, I’m so lucky. The cash now reached $733. Katie noticed that the more she interacted with the chat, the more they gave. After a while she decided to quit the game entirely and just spoke to them, taking each reply in turn to make them feel special. But it was the ones that paid that she mentioned with the warmest of feelings. 

 It was nearly 5am and she was down to 276 viewers and reached $1023. “Well, you guys, it seems like the face reveal is going to have to wait until tomorrow.” At this point, the night of no sleep left her exhausted. Plus, she wanted to actually wake up and play some of those games. She needed to get all the items from the battlepasses before the seasons ended. 

 Just as she prepared to tune out, an insane guy donated a whole $1000. 

 Katie stared at the message in awe. “Dronesbee4721, thank you so much. Wow, that’s crazy! Thank you! I love you!” She wasn’t sure how else to emphasize her thanks so she just blew him a kiss. “I appreciate you so much, man, I love you, I’m never going to forget this, ever, ever.” 

 Though there was nothing sexual about it, it felt oddly dirty to speak so fondly of a person she never met. Though it was true: she would never forget the $1000. His name, maybe, but not the cash. 

<FACE TIME!!!!!>

<YEAAAH>

<pls pls show face now>

< <3 <3 <3 > 

 Katie saw the rolling demands for her to turn on the camera and got sudden heart palpitations. It was now $2053 so there was nowhere to go. “Okay guys, okay…” 

 Swallowing hard, she turned on the camera and let them see her. She imagined a scenario where they would find her so ugly that they collectively left without so much as insulting her. It was just a nightmare of anxiety, but Katie was pleased to see the river of hearts that overflowed from the chat, going by so fast that she could barely read their names. 

<wow ur pretty>

<HOT!!>

<lol dono was worth it boys>

 Katie blushed and giggled, unsure of what to say. “Thanks, everyone. Sorry, I’m a bit shy… And a little tired after today.” 

<go rest u need ur beauty sleep>

<YEAAH WE CAN CONTINUE TOMORROW>

<i’m going too gn everybody>

 It was incredible just how supportive they were. I could say just about anything, huh? 



 MONDAY - DECEMBER 6th



 On Sunday Katie began to have second thoughts about the whole thing. I’m not like one of those girls, am I? Plus, she began to wonder what her parents might say if they caught wind of this. 

 She only lazed and played on her PS5 from bed, yet it felt like the battle for her very soul was being waged in her heart. As night came, she knew that she should’ve gone and talked to her viewers from the day before, but she just went to sleep.

 The next day, however, was different. On Monday she slowly began to wonder who exactly she was having all these thoughts for. It’s not like Dad owns me, Jesus. I’m not some slave girl. If he didn’t want to support her, then why not do this? Why not stream? It was easy money and these guys actually liked her for who she was. If I play my cards right, I could make $10k a month, easy. Hell, I could become a millionaire like those huge streamers. 

 So on Monday, after an afternoon spent drooling after Jessica, Katie got back to the PC eager to do her job. She waited for viewers to gather, then when she got up to 100 she turned on the stream and spoke. “Oh, man, I’m so sorry for yesterday, you guys. I really wanted to come on but my family wanted to go visit my grandma…” 

 It didn’t take much to sell them a story and then they were back in business.

 Though this time Katie didn’t have any goal to work towards and while the donations were coming, they weren’t nearly as numerous as the day before. 

 As morning closed in, she had only made $379 in the same amount of time she made over $2k two nights before. I need to up my game somehow. 

 Katie wanted to get at least to $500 before she turned off the stream, which led to Jessica waking up and checking in on her. The stream was still on as the door opened. “Katie? Up already?”

“Oh. One sec guys.” She got up from the PC quickly and ran over to talk to Jessica in the hallway. She explained what she was doing and hoped not to be met with resistance, especially not from the friend that could excuse almost anything when it came to those slobs she allowed to come over.

 Jessica grinned and clapped her hands together. “Wow! A streamer! Katie, you’re going to be a celebrity. That makes me so happy. I know you can do it. Let me know if I can help in any way…” 

 They decided to talk about it later in the day. Jessica headed to freshen up and make breakfast as Katie went back to her room. “Sorry about that, everyone. My roommate is up,” she was saying as she sat down. 

 It was only as she put her ass back into the chair and glanced at the screen that she saw the numerous comments going by. None of them were addressed to her specifically, they were more discussing how hot her body was. As she scrolled up she could see the shocked emoticons followed by passed-out faces and hearts that must have come exactly when she got up. They saw me? 

 She was still reading when another donation came for $3. <Katie, I think you dropped something. Stand up and check? ;)> 

 The donation combined with all the dirty comments frustrated her enough that she decided to turn it all off. “Good night, all,” she said, and shut it down instantly. What the fuck is wrong with these creeps? I stood up for like a second. 

 

 TUESDAY - DECEMBER 7TH

 

 The next day she had her talk with Jessica and found support, but also discovered something truly shocking. Not only were they talking about her on some subreddits, but some asshole had taken screencaps of her body and a clip of her standing up was floating around. All the comments were talking about her tits, her ass, dehumanizing her in a way that made Katie want to cry and punch however wrote that trash. 

 She spent the entire evening messaging the mods of those places until the posts got taken down, but she was nervous about streaming at this point. Fucking creeps, man! Why are they like this? 

 When the time finally came to sit down and stream she felt more self-conscious than she had in years. She fired up the game and got ready, but the chat turned toxic before she even showed her face: talking about her body from the day before, saying somebody should donate so that she strips, suggesting a cash goal so that she flash her tits. What fucking animals! thought Katie. 

 But the way they talked about her also made her want to retaliate. Not that she would swear at them and lose her mind. That would make her a true laughingstock. No, I’m just going to ignore her. 

“Hey, everybody,” said Katie, doing her best to smile. She leaned back into the chair with a controller this time, promising herself to barely pay attention to the chat. Compared to the day before there were even more viewers now. A whopping 3789. Where the fuck did they come from? Are there so many coomers here just because of those posts? 

 Katie died and clicked her tongue in annoyance. Her eyes went to the chat and noticed just a few comments, all of them bad.

<when does she show her tits>

<LOL GAMER GIRL CANT EVEN PLAY>

<I love you Katie <3 pls lower your camera>

 A lot of them were requesting that she either lower her camera or stand up. Katie banned the people making the worst comments. “If anybody is making demeaning comments, I’m just going to remove you. I’m sorry, but I’m just here to play some games and have fun. If what you want is to stare at some girls’ boobies there are plenty of other people on here you can go and follow.” 

 They calmed down upon witnessing the wrath of her banhammer, but a lot of them also left. In only an hour, Katie saw the numbers go down to 3k. And once it dipped below that, she only had to glance over every few minutes to see it go down by a couple of hundred. The donations had stopped too. Seriously…. These guys are just pigs… 

 Even if she knew that the number said nothing about her self-worth, the lower it got the worse she was starting to feel. Once it went below 1000, Katie was willing to sacrifice a little of her dignity just to get those numbers back up. 

 She had promised herself to turn off the camera if she ever got up, but this time she pretended to forget and left it on. She stood up suddenly, just enough to leave her boobs bouncing under her shirt. With a final glance at the chat before she went away she could see them losing their minds over it. Is this really all they care about? 

 This wasn’t the way her parents had raised her but if she needed to compromise to be able to keep making some cash then maybe it was the best choice. After all, that debt wasn’t going to pay itself. And showing off her body in the same way people saw it outside, in a normal way regardless of what these perverts took it as, was somewhat less humiliating than outright begging for cash. 

 To make things easier on herself she changed her shirt into one with a Star Wars print. As soon as she came back and sat down the questions were flooding in: <what are you wearing?>

 Pretending it was just a normal action, Katie lowered the camera down to her waist. The shirt was so loose that there wasn’t much to be seen, but her breasts were big enough that the way the fabric curved around them was enough to drive the viewers crazy.

“Just an old Star Wars shirt,” she said, tugging it tightly over her chest for a moment to emphasize the print, but also show off the huge size of her tits. Katie knew what she was doing, but she pretended not to. Other girls on this site are writing things on their tits and doing so much worse. Come on, be serious, K. This is nothing…

 It was almost sad to see how right she was, because within the next half hour her numbers had jumped back up to over 3000. At this point she paid no attention to the chat at all and just played the game, trying to make herself believe that at least some of them would stick around to watch her play. After all, she wasn’t going to take things any further than this…



 FRIDAY - DECEMBER 10th



“I think it’s really cool that you’re doing this,” said Jessica. 

 Katie chewed her breakfast toast and held the glass of pear juice in her hand. “Really?”

“Of course! How many viewers are you at now?”

 That was an answer she wasn’t thrilled to give. The truth was she hadn’t made it over 5k. By itself that wasn’t bad or humiliating - hell, it was something most people couldn't achieve. But this whole thing had gotten Katie to look just how much these streamers were making and it blew her mind. Some of these soulless sluts were making upwards of three million a year and porning up their streams to the max with fan-only accounts in other places and merch. That wasn’t something she was willing to do, but it still hurt to see these bitches with no skills that weren’t even real gamers sitting at 50k or even 80k viewers just chatting while she put her heart into playing her best. Just the night before she had done two full speedruns.

“Not that many…” said Katie glumly. She sighed and drank some juice. “It’s not easy, Jess. Some of these girls are just so dumb. They’re just showing guys their tits and butts. I hate it.”

 Jessica made a face. “Come on, don’t be like that. What did I tell you about being judgmental? I hate it. Everyone is free to do what they want.” 

 Here it comes again, thought Katie. “Right.” 

 Jessica turned to put the juice carton back in the fridge. “Plus, sex sells. If you want to get the numbers up you’re going to have to give a little ground. And hell, Katie, you’ve got a knocking body! I wish I had your body. Some girls have to put on a show to impress. You just need to… exist and wear something nice.” 

 It was almost like being talked down to by her parents and Katie did not appreciate it. But as the day wore on the thoughts sank in and she began to seriously consider her options. She went through the entire wardrobe trying to dig something appropriate and in the end settled on a tight sweater. 

 It was far from skintight but it showed the outline of her boobs way beyond the loose clothing that were specifically picked out to hide them. 

 On the subreddit that her fans made for her she could always find dirty posts of her. The latest to get upvoted to the top was titled only with a blushing face and showed her cursing and jerking her arm in frustration, followed by the slowed-down and zoomed-in jiggle of her chest that followed from the movement. 

 A few days ago she had asked for less offensive posts to be deleted, but now she came to accept that this as necessary. A part of her almost hoped it would get reposted on the subs of popular girls with millions of followers and was tempted to do it herself. Publicity was the way to win at this game, and swaying boobs were apparently great for publicity. 

 As she settled down and fired up the stream, Katie pretended not to see the reactions that were commenting on her tight sweater. How many clips are they going to make of this? 

“Hey friends!” she said with a theatrical smile, waving at them hard enough so that her boobs would be moving with her. “How’s it going? I think I’m done with speedrunning for the day. Holidays have almost come and I’ve got a LOT of cosmetics to get…”

 Only a few of the most dedicated paid attention to what she said and responded on topic. Katie had moded five of them to delete the worst of the posts, and she wanted to believe they were some of the good ones that were genuinely there to listen to her thoughts and watch her play. Who knows, after all of this, maybe I’ll just keep going with a small dedicated audience.

“Now, let’s queue up, shall we…” 

 Katie saw the numbers of viewers rising and licked her lips in anticipation when she looked over and saw that it had gone all the way up to 7568. God damn. This is sad. What a bunch of sex pests. 

 7689.

7986.

8432. 

 I think this is enough, thought Katie. This will do. 

 The donations were coming in, too, and some were borderline offensive. Katie read out the ones that weren’t completely irredeemable and just complimented her looks, but not the ones that were inquiring into her bra size.

“Guys, please! Keep it civil or I’ll ban you. I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again, there are plenty of girls on this platform to give you what you want if that’s what you’re into. I am not one of them.” 



 SATURDAY  - DECEMBER 11th



<She’s such a fucking bitch,> Katie read. 

 There were over a hundred replies to one of the posts made on her sub from people that were whining about her not showing more of her body. 

<It’s clearly all she’s got to offer, lol.> +260

<She’s probably just going to paywall it, bitch.> +310

<STOP BITCHING, GUYS. IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT STOP WATCHING.> -35

 There was war in her “community” (odd that she could even think of such a thing existing) and Katie wasn’t sure how it could be solved. The worst part was that her supporters were losing, and badly. 

 The right thing would’ve been to ban the dissenting voices, but how could she ban that many? And who would be left? Most of them appeared to be the same type of degenerates. 

 Just a few more days, she told herself. Her debt was already almost paid. All that was needed was just a few more streams to cover it entirely and maybe make some extra cash to last her a month or two. Then I’ll nuke all of this out of existence. 



 WEDNESDAY - DECEMBER 15th



 It’s done, thought Katie.

 It was satisfying to know her debts were paid and now she could just relax. No more pressure from the stream. No more slutting it up. It’s just over.  

 That night she told herself not to even bother with any of it. She would delay the stream until most lost interest, then stream one last time to say goodbye to her shortlived fans. 

 But as she started playing by herself, Katie still glanced over to where the chat might be and felt… strangely empty and lonely to know she was by herself. 

 She debated the harm in starting up the stream. She was only wearing a pair of boyshorts with a white shirt she used as a PJ that was relatively tight. Not to mention, she had no bra on at all tonight for comfort’s sake. Her nipples were nudging through visibly, hardened by the cool temperature of the room. 

 What’s the harm? she wondered. She was going to stop streaming any day now. And if it got too uncomfortable she would just shut it all off. Plus, it’s not like I’m streaming in my underwear. If someone came over I’d wear the same thing. Girls from her college wore a whole of a lot less to courses. 

 Katie did not even shift in her seat. She remained chill, leaning back for maximum comfort, and just turned on the stream. “Hey guys,” she said softly, eyes still focused on the game. “How’s it going?” 

 Their responses were predictable and at this point she didn’t even need to read the chat to get a sense of what they were saying. Just seeing that viewer number of 10.764 was all she needed to feel at peace. 

 Though there were so many donos that the sound became distracting. “Thank you,” said Katie, “I love you, thank you so much for your support.” 

 It felt dirty to think that a lot of those were coming just because of her outfit. That much could not be denied. It took less than an hour to get up to almost $300 . 

 Why should I feel bad? Katie fought with herself, barely able to focus on the match. These other chicks do so much worse! And they still make millions. Why exactly am I guilting myself for doing so much less? 

 She wouldn’t. Not anymore. 

 If they want to stare at my tits, they’re fucking welcome. Just pay the fuck up.  



 THURSDAY - DECEMBER 16th



 The hearts flowed down the chat as soon as they saw the tight button-up shirt she was wearing. “You guys like this?” asked Katie teasingly, lifting up her boobs. “I inherited it from my mom. But it’s a little tight. Sadly, I have more boobage than every girl I’ve ever met combined.”

 Katie had noticed that other girls were doing streams where they stripped down all their clothing to get donations for “gifts.” It was a cringy excuse to strip for cash that was done even by the few respectable female streamers she could think of, but the season made it the right opportunity. 

“Here’s the rules everybody. I’ve got a lot of friends and family to buy gifts for. And this shirt has… one, two, three, four, five, six, eight, nine buttons. Nine buttons! Now, I’m going to start with the top one and open it for 1k. Then the next one is going to be 2k, so 3k total. And we’ll keep building up and if you guys want to see what’s underneath, then…” 

<didn’t you make enough money???? you got your pc wtf>

 The comment was sniped by one of her mods and the guy banned before most of the chat probably got a chance to read it. These assholes, thought Katie. I’m giving them what they want and they still make it so hard. 

 Doing this at all made her uncomfortable but she had confided in Jessica about it and her bestie gave her the necessary pep talk and insight to do it. Of course these people were here to watch her play. Why else would they have been there? Like, sure, the boobs made it a lot better, but if they just wanted boobs they could’ve googled for them. It was a combination of the two. I’m good at what I do. I’m actually a real gamer unlike these fake bitches, thought Katie. 

 It took less than an hour to achieve the first goal. Katie could see the trepidation in the chat as she reached over and undid the first button of her shirt. It did little to show off her boobs, but it offered a glimpse at her cleavage which was enough to bring on another wave of donations that got up to $732. 

“Woah, calm down, everybody,” said Katie. “The night is young. We have lots of time.” 

 She did not have much hope that she would get the full sum from opening every button, because that was out of the means even of the big streamers. But even getting to the third made her a little nervous.

 Once they reached the goal for the second button, the cleavage shown was enough to offer a genuine look at her cleavage. It wasn’t much, really just a half inch of skin, but now all they could talk about was her tits.

<it would make my day to see those all go down…>

<YOU SHOULD UNDO ONE AS A CHRISTMAS GIFT TO US>

<wow those tits are huge wtf>

 Katie had noticed on the subreddit that some of them referred to her as a titcow and some in the comments were spamming <moo> thinking it was funny. Goddamn idiots. 

 For the next five hours it appeared like they wouldn’t even be getting to the third button at all. Some in the chat were accusing her of being greedy for asking for so much, but Katie would not engage. “Look, I’m just doing this for fun, that’s all. I’m not actually expecting people to give me anything. We’re here to game, right? But just so you guys know, I’ll be heading to sleep in half an hour or so.” 

 There was such cooperation between the chatters at that point that it was sad to think what better ends the energy could’ve been put towards. They were encouraging one another to donate, even though some of them likely had no money to spare.

<will you keep it for tomorrow too if we get it>

 Katie thought about that. “Sure,” she said. “I guess it’s only fair since I’m leaving soon.” 

 So, somehow, they managed to get up to the 3k necessary to get the third button down too. “You guys are something else.” 

 Though as she reached over to undo it, Katie was met with some hesitation. It wasn’t like her to show off in front of guys and her parents, especially her mom, had always advised her not to treat her body like an advertisement. That was below the station of a girl that came from a good and well-off family. 

 It’s just a little cleavage, Katie told herself. Why am I acting like it’s the end of the world? Christ. 

 With that thought, she pulled her shirt open and showed off the creamy white peaks of her upper breasts, so soft that they trembled with her every move and rose and fell with her breaths. “I get it, okay, I get it,” she said, laughing along with the chat. “You guys like it. Now let me play before we lose this.” 



 FRIDAY - DECEMBER 17th



 Despite the actions that should’ve labeled her a “slut” Katie noticed that her name was popping up everywhere instead without any reference to that. Some of the biggest streaming subreddits had some clips of her laughing at some of the stuff that happened in the day before’s matches and the stupidity of her chat, though none of them made any direct reference to her breasts. Only a few of the coomers in the comments directly mentioned that. 

 Katie lay on her bed and scrolled through them, realizing how much she had panicked. People do want to watch me play. She suddenly realized that she had spent years feeling self-conscious about her body, when the truth was there was nothing to be ashamed of. Just because she had big boobs didn’t mean she have to hide them like some psycho. Some girls had big boobs, others didn’t. Why should she be forced to die of heat under some gigantic hoodie while a skinnier girl showed her boobs?

 Plus, I look pretty good here. As vain as it was, Katie saved some of those clips for herself and watched them, coming to terms with how cute and hot she was. I could become the biggest streamer, she thought. Before that might’ve sounded insane but now she saw a real possibility. And I won’t ever slut it up. I won’t put the sex before the games. Though the money would be nice, Katie saw it almost as her feminist duty to do what the others were doing and selling sex appeal, but to do so respectfully. 

 When the stream came on she greeted her chat in a tight ribbed tank top that she had bought just earlier that day. It offered an even better look at her cleavage than the shirt from the day before, though it was also so tight that wearing it with a bra made it completely uncomfortable. The skintight fabric wrapped around her breasts and copied their shape, holding them in place as she presented them to her followers with her chest pushed out for maximum effect. They took up almost ¾ of the screen.

“Hey there, everybody,” said Katie with a bright smile. “Tell me, what we are going to play tonight?”

 The first streamer she had her eyes on beating was some chick that went by DarkLunaFaireyyy. She was always streaming with her tits out, though they were covered up by pasties under which she had vibrators that could hit her nips that went wild each time anybody donated. She wasn’t even pretending to play anything, just taking advantage of the horny idiots there.

 Katie knew she had to beat her and that would require a little work. Beyond the tank top she showed up in, she had thought of some other little tricks: she pretended to have something wrong with her monitor and brought her breasts right into the camera as she examined the issue; she brought a drink with a straw and placed it over her breasts as she sipped and played. That she managed to laugh and spill some of her drink over the tank top was an accident, but it worked wonders. 

 Katie wasn’t just climbing in MMR in the game, she was climbing in viewers too. Never dipping under 10k now and actually over DarkLunaFaireyyy. Hah. And I’m just playing, she thought as she thumbed the buttons on her controller. 

 It wasn’t even about the money anymore. For the first time ever what seemed like the hobby that everyone looked down upon was being validated. When Christmas came and she would tell her parents that she got 10k people to watch her play, it was going to blow their minds. 



 SATURDAY - DECEMBER 18th



The next day she switched things up from the tight tank top to a nightgown and decided to do a “comfy Saturday stream” from bed, abandoning multiplayer games from the moment to do some fun speedruns of older games from her childhood.

 The nightgown was lacey but not entirely see-through. However, in the front it had a V cut going so low that the light pink of her areolas were easy to spot. Katie wouldn’t have been caught dead wearing something so revealing outside, but it was extremely comfortable wear for bedtime, and she saw no issue with it. It was just a genuine aspect of her personality. This was what she wore in bed, so why hide it?

 Revealing comments about her appearance had been completely banned from her chat and the whole thing had been made followers-only. So despite the 17k people watching, only a few of her reliable followers were interacting with her and giving her advice for the game. This is actually so comfortable, thought Katie. It was contradictory that she could be herself in front of thousands when she couldn't even really do it with Jessica.

 And who knew? Maybe some of those followers, or most of them, were other gamer chicks like her. Maybe they appreciated the hard work she was doing to push for a better way.

 With the removed anxiety from the dirty comments, Katie made no effort to hide any part of herself as she gamed. She stretched, rolled on the bed, and even jumped a couple of times and made her boobs bounce. To her mind, though, it was all natural. All her. None of it was fake. 

 The one time she threw away her controller and planted her face down into the bed, fake-crying to show how annoyed she was, she pulled back up and noticed only after a couple of blushing and shocked faces in the comment that her gown had gone over her nipple and that most of them could see it. 

 Her face went crimson with embarrassment as she put it back into place. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry everybody, I really didn’t notice. I guess I shouldn’t be wearing stuff like this when I stream…” 

 As soon as she said that, a $50 donation came through. <It’s your body, there’s nothing to be ashamed of :)>

“Well, I agree, and thank you,” said Katie, smiling. “There’s really so many stereotypes about gamer girls, especially ones like me that have bigger boobs. But it’s, like, what - am I supposed to give up all clothes because I was born this way? It’s not like I chose to have big boobs, you know? Like, just don’t sexualize me, dude, because that’s not okay. I’m not here for you to get off, I’m here to play.” 

<EXACTLY> 

<YES QUEEN!!!>

<I love it.>

<it’s so frustrating when guys r like that>

 There was so much agreement from her comments but she relaxed immediately. “Thanks, you guys. You’re all so nice and supportive. I seriously appreciate it.” 

 The guy that made the $50 donation followed it with another fifty. <It’s not about the clothes you wear, you could even be naked, it’s about the attitude. A guy can sexualize a fully clothed woman if he feels like it.>

“Yes, thank you!” yelled Katie. “Exactly. Fucking exactly. Excuse my language, but I am so done obsessing over everything I do because it might trigger some incel into jerking off. From now on, I’m going to love my body like it deserves.” 

 The stream was so cozy and successful that Katie did not want to turn it on. It went deep into the night and was still going when the sun came up. Some of the viewers were insisting she go for a full 24h and she was considering it.

“Yeah, maybe… I’ll have to get some breakfast with my roommate soon though…” 

 She was yawning and closing her eyes every so often. With her head resting on the pillow she could tell that she was just one overwhelming moment of falling asleep, but she had stated now that she would try to do 24h so she did her best. 

 When she fell asleep it was without warning. She was still holding her controller as she passed out, her breasts rising and falling. The chat continued by itself, spamming hearts and other compliments. 

 At the point when she turned to her side and her breasts got pressed up against one another, partly spilling out of the cleavage of the gown, was when she reached the viewership peak for that stream: 22k.



 SUNDAY - DECEMBER 19th



 Katie stood in the hallway with crossed arms watching Jessica as she checked her bags one last time. “I wish you didn’t have to go.”

“I know, I know. But it’s Christmas. Family time. I’ll make it up to you once I’m back.” 

 Katie escorted her to the door with slavish obedience and waited for the kiss she hoped would come. Jessica gave her a big hug and kissed each one of her cheeks, then brushed the hair out of her eyes. “Be good, okay? By the way, you might want to check under your bed.”

“Huh, what do you mean?”

“I don’t know. Merry Christmas!” 

 Did she get me a gift already? Katie had bought her something too but it would arrive by mail at her parents’ house just before. This was unexpected.

 She padded over to the bedroom and checked what she meant. The giftwrapped box was waiting for her. Katie pulled it out and opened it to see a small red satin top. With it was a card that said, Contributing to the best streamer ever! Merry Christmas, I love you. 

 The piece Jessica gave her was small and made out of a satin so fine it looked like frozen liquid. She put it on for a trial and noticed how flimsy it looked and felt, like any wrong move could get it to slip off. Not to mention that it was low cut, reaching just the tiniest millimeter above her areolas.

 She wants me to wear this while I’m streaming? It wasn’t a good idea but there was no way she was going to go against Jessica’s wishes when she was sweet enough to get her a Christmas gift. 

 So when evening came and she sat down to stream, it was with a deep feeling of self-consciousness. To wear the top with a bra would’ve been tasteless given the type of clothing it was, yet Katie worried she would forget about it and accidentally let it slip. 

“Good evening, everybody.” 

 She had completely forgotten that she agreed to play some competitive matches for charity. It didn’t really matter who won, but it wasn’t in her spirit to give up. Plus, she wasn’t about to lose to some of these girls that barely knew how to use their abilities.

 The first match went well enough and Katie was getting tons of love from the chat. Donos seemed to be coming in every five minutes and the positivity was rubbing off on her though she felt that her teammates were far from ideal. They just barely won that first match despite playing against total idiots. With idiots, against idiots, thought Katie glumly. 

 As soon as the second match started, though, she became furious. One of her teammates stole a kill that she had earned, raising such a fury in her that she could only slam her palm over the keyboard. “Come on!” 

 The viewers went from sending smiling faces to sending shocked ones. With how wildly the screen shook none of them noticed that her top had slipped off the shoulder and now left her upper areola uncovered all the way to the nipple. 

 Clicking her tongue, Katie adjusted it and rushed to play. “Sorry, guys,” she said with a sigh. “I just really don’t like losing.” 

 Getting angry never helped and yet she couldn't control it. Wearing the top tonight was the worst decision she could’ve made because the loose straps kept going down her arm. The top was low-cut enough anyway, so that meant that any lower pretty much left her breasts on full display. 

 Katie fought to keep it up at the same time as she played, constantly cursing under her breath and raising it back in place. Her heart was rushing and the agitation of the game was passing into her body and making it harder and harder to keep the top in place. All it took was one movement for the strap to go down until it seemed almost pointless to keep fighting it. 

 Since the game was nearing its end, Katie decided to give it her all and focused on the match entirely. She could feel the strap slide off her shoulder and the satin tickling her as it went down her breast. Her nipple was out there and exposed, yet somehow even this sacrifice wasn’t enough to get her teammates to move in unison.

“Come on, you fucking morons, come on! Have you never played this game before?! COME ON!” 

 She was shouting into the mic with such anger that her chat was freaking though Katie could barely spare it a second’s glance. 

 They entered an unexpected teamfight and her hand jerked suddenly as she sought to click the enemy support. Katie was so focused that she could not even feel the second strap sliding and falling down. The flimsy satin top, unable to find any support, toppled and let her tits tumble out.

 For a good twenty seconds, 25k people were watching enraptured at her trembling breasts as she licked her lips with bloodlust and directed her team. “Yes, yes, yes! Heal me now! HEAL ME, I SAID HEAL ME! There we go. There we fucking go. Now that is how you do it.” Her excitement was so raw that her nipples weren’t just hard, but twitching. 

 At the end of it she leaned back breathlessly, now certain that they would be victorious despite the setback. The moment she realized her breasts were out in the open it came as such a shock that she made a sudden handbra and reddened. “Uhm…” 

 Looking towards the chat, she expected to see support from her favorite followers. But even the ones she thought she could trust had gone insane.

<FUUUUUUUCK THOSE TITS>

<this is why i never missed a stream lol>

<Gentlemen, we got her.>

<perfect breeding specimen>

<this slut *chefs kiss*>

 Katie wanted to turn the stream off right then and there and never turn it on ever again. But there were also so many donos coming in that they were bleeding into one another and making it impossible to keep track. 

 In what was probably less than a minute, she must’ve made almost 10k. 

 There’s no way. Her heart was pounding with shame as well as excitement. 10k? Are you joking? 

“That was, uh…” Stunned, she was unsure of what to say or how to react. All these pervs deserved to be put in their place. But that was so much cash. So much fucking cash. Just imagine a few years of this. You’d never have to work again. Don’t be stupid. 

 Katie breathed in deeply and put on the hint of a smile. “That was an intense moment, wasn’t it? These matches are something else…”

<TAKE YOUR FUCKING HANDS AWAY!!!>

<guys what’s her OF does anybody know>

<what is your cup size?>

 Every other comment now was about her tits. No matter her tone, there seemed to be no way to hold them back. 

 Even so, Katie moved her hands away and tried to settle down, knowing there were over twenty thousand virgin losers out there that were probably jerking off to her. It doesn’t matter. They still give me their money, don’t they? And I’m doing what I love. Joke’s on them. 

 As she went back to the match, she made no attempt to put the top back up into place. “Playing clothed sometimes is really distracting,” she said jokingly. “I need my freedom of movement…” 



 Months later… 

 Her time streaming had treated her kindly. Katie not only banked enough to feel comfortable but she knew that she would likely never have to work again or worry about her parents’ opinion on anything after landing this job. Best of all, Jessica was proud of her. In just a few months she had gone from being an irrelevant nobody to the 9th largest streamer on the platform. She wasn’t at the level of competing with those sluts that were willing to do anything to entertain the goons watching, so #9 was just fine. 

 For a time Katie had tried to dial back the way she exposed herself in streams but the reaction against it was so visceral and hateful that she could not even sleep. Now she had gotten accustomed to showing her body, and the only real problem was going outside. It wasn’t all the time, but every so often some idiot would recognize her and then come up and grab her tits or ass as if they were entitled. Society as a whole agreed that streamers needed to do anything to satisfy their fans, so rather than get in trouble with everyone it was easier to just stay inside and stream all day. 

 Today was special because Katie was celebrating six months since her first stream. Half a year. 500 viewers were already in her chat three hours before she started streaming, hyping each other up in anticipation for what would happen. 

 Katie ate dinner and spent some time watching Netflix with Jessica, then gave her a quick hug and said goodnight. She took her top off as soon as she entered the room and sat down, knowing her followers wouldn’t be happy if they saw anything but bare skin.

 The moment she turned on the stream every chatter went from talking about random crap to spamming <booba> in the chat. At this point Katie knew all too well what they wanted to see so she made no effort to hide it. Her camera was not only lowered so they could see her torso, but it was angled down so that her breasts would be their main point of focus. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that they would’ve been unable to notice her face not being there.

“Hey…” said Katie, no longer able to summon up any joy in greeting them. 

 The first $10 of the evening came in. <just came buckets for you been waiting all day love you bby>

“That’s nice,” responded Katie with a soulless, dead look in her eyes. “Hope you enjoyed it. What game do you guys think I should stream tonight?”

 Another $5 came asking her to open her mouth and roll her eyes back in an ahegao. Katie did it; but only for one second and noticed the salt in the chat. At this point she had become accustomed to milk them dry for all they had. It was the only use of these degenerates. “Hey, you paid $5 and got your $5’s worth. You want more? Pay more.” 

 A few minutes later the same request came but with $50. This time Katie opened up her sloppy, slutty mouth and let it glisten with desire in the webcam as her eyes rolled back white, her hands squeezing her tits together. She counted to twenty in her mind, then sat back down. 

<FUUUCK>

<i came so hard>

<i love you so much katie>

 Katie was disgusted with all of it but it was what it was. By the end of the night she would $500 at minimum. On good nights, she could push it all the way up to $5000. 

 Sighing, she started up the game and queued but they were made with her. “Gifts? Oh, shit. I forgot about that.” 

 Katie quickly stopped the queue and then brought a couple of boxes from the mound in the corner of her room. They had all sent her stuff for her birthday from a month ago that she had postponed opening until it got late enough that she delayed it to the sixth month anniversary. Now even more of them had come and there was not much else to do. 

 The first box was labelled as fragile and Katie almost let herself believe there might be a proper gift inside. But open she found a baby bottle filled up with milk and a note. You’re my baby, Katie.

“Nice one, guys, very cute.” 

 She showed it to the audience and put it aside, but they were insisting on her drinking it. “You know what, fine. But I better see some donos after I do this.” 

 She raised the bottle and sucked on some of the milk, grateful that it didn’t taste rancid. She let just a little bit dribble out of her mouth and go down her breast, knowing that would get a few extra donos, and took her time wiping it off with her fingers. 

“Okay, happy?” In total they only paid her $127 which wasn’t that much. “Next time I’m going to want to see more if you guys want me to keep doing this, or I’m stopping. I could be gaming right now!” It was necessary to keep a light and funny tone though everyone knew what was going on.  

 A sudden $250 dono got her attention. <Katie please open the big box with a heart on it, it was from many of us.> 

 Katie went and searched for the box in question and brought it over. It was very heavy. Inside she found a glass bottle that looked like an oversized version of the baby one from before. 

 She lifted it up her hands and swirled the thick contents. “Thanks… I guess.” It looked so much like cum that she immediately assumed it must have been some type of prank. They probably wanted her to overreact and become a laughingstock. Or agree to drink cum. “So is this some weird ethnic milk, or what?”

 This time the donos came in instantly, all begging her to have a taste. It didn’t take much to guess it would be something awful. Or worse, it would be super sweet and they would clip it to laugh at how she drank “cum.” 

 Katie removed the cock and then upturned the bottle, letting the thick contents flow towards her mouth. The smell alone left her suspicious and wondering if this was really as simple as it appeared at face value. There’s no way. No one is that much of a pig. Yet the moment the viscous substance hit her tongue, her body almost recoiled away from the bottle.  

 She tasted the rancid seed that must have come from several of her viewers and gagged, her throat clotting up and ready to make her throw up, her stomach twisting in a knot. Katie quickly lowered the bottle and spat it out, then took a moment of silence to keep from throwing up. These sick fucks, she thought, tears coming to her eyes. These sick fucks, what’s wrong with them?! I can’t give them the satisfaction of crying. But…

But they were happy. Excited. The donos were streaming in like wild in almost every sum imaginable.

<DID IT TASTE GOOD LOL>

<can’t believe she fell for it lmao>

<don’t pretend you didn’t like it>

<LOOOL LOOK AT HER FACE>

<... i don’t even>

“Uhm…” A shiver went down her spine. $3732 total donated. “Thank you guys. That’s a really nice gift. I, uh… I appreciate it.” 

<TAKE MORE OF IT>

<DON’T STOP PLS>

 Message after message pleaded with her to drink more and the donations weren’t stopping either. Katie looked down at the bottle, wondering what hellish depths she had reached. They have no idea what’s inside her, she told herself. For all they know I’ll just spin this around as a prank I planned if it gets too bad. 

 As always, she struggled to find ways to cope with the humiliation she was suffering. Only six months after she started as a faceless streamer that promised to dedicate herself to video games, she was a titcow streamer that drank rancid cum live for their entertainment. 

 Tomorrow, no more of this, Katie thought. But today I need this cash. They’re giving so much. It’d be irresponsible to say no…

 This time she raised the bottle to her mouth prepared to swallow and grimaced as soon as the thick seed hit her tongue. She loosened the muscles of her throat and let it pour inside, thinking of how many great things she would do with her cash. Her eyes were on the screen, reading their reactions and watching the amount of money as it rose. 

 She drank a quarter and then wiped her mouth and put on a smile. “Tastes… great… guys…” 

 The realization of what she did exactly was enough to make her gag and cough, but she struggled to hold it in.  

 Another $200 dono came in. <You’ve got more to go!!! BE BRAVE YOU CAN DO IT!!! We’re all with you.> 

 Defeated, Katie raised the glass rim of the bottle to her lips and blinked. “Keep the donations coming, guys. I’ll donate these earnings to charity…”  

 That wasn’t true, but what did it matter? I’m just here to entertain, thought Katie. I’m not responsible for any of this. I don’t want this. This is what I’m paid for so this is what I do…

 She drank from the bottle again and now upended it entirely, determined to get it all inside of her and get it over with. As the viscous cum flowed into her, she could only think of her father and how insistent she was on her getting a job. 

 The most fucked up thing was that he wasn’t even disappointed. He was proud of how much she was making. Proud that she had found her calling and was doing something with gaming after all these years…
 As she lapped up the seed and teared up in shame and disgust, Katie kept that in mind: she was finally making her very successful father proud. 
