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Streams of Confidence

Part 11

For Kacacarrotcake

By Draconicon

The next two days passed quickly, and soon enough, it was the date of the first private stream. Well, was the date of the first private stream. With everything that had happened since she had arranged the rewards and found out that some of the top tier people were local, now it was the date that she was going to...well...

I'm going to fuck.

Amelia just thought it, forcing herself to think through that exact line of thought, and she found that it wasn't as bad or as nerve-wracking as she thought it would be. Still a little embarrassing, particularly for someone of her new build, but not so bad as she thought it would be.

Hope I can feel something...

Considering that she was over eight feet tall now, that was saying something. She had muscles for days, and they were big, thick, the sort that would rip phone books in half without even trying, and probably more than capable of shoving someone through a wall. The more that she enjoyed them, the more comfortable that she got with them.

Mostly. There was a frying pan stuck in the kitchen wall at the moment from a moment of frustration that ended with her throwing the cookware across the room. She'd have to get some construction workers in if she didn't want to pull a Sword in the Stone and rip half the wall out of the apartment.

She shook her head as she tapped her hands together, sitting on the couch and staring blankly at a program that she didn't remember putting on. All of those thoughts were distractions, things to keep her from thinking about the fact that she was going to reward a patron with a bit of sex. A fair bit of sex, considering the stuff that DarkSoles had said he liked. He went far beyond the foot fetish stuff, and...well...

She glanced at the dildo at her side. The fake horse cock was huge, even now. She was sure that it would go right up her ass like a punching fist if he decided to use it on her, and her cocks would be dribbling the minute that it started scraping over her inner walls. There was something about it that tempted her, something that made her want to start using it before he got there, but no, no, she'd be patient. She'd not push herself too far. She did want to feel something, after all, and using that before DarkSoles got there would mean she'd be feeling almost nothing from him.

Except in my mouth...

The idea of pinning him down and putting her lips and tits to work was almost tempting, because it would mean that she stayed in charge. She could just milk the hell out of his cock, whatever he had, with her tits and her mouth, sucking it down and forcing him to cum again and again. The looks on his face, the embarrassment he'd have from being held down by someone that he had bossed around...

She chuckled, hearing the nervousness in her own voice. She covered her face, shaking her head.

"Oh, fuck, why did I get myself into this?"

Of all things to be embarrassed about, she thought that this would be the easiest to deal with. She was having sex. That was all. Everyone had sex.

Yeah, but not everyone had sex in front of a camera, and not everyone did it for money, did they?

She wished that the little voice in the back of her head that was so 'reasonable' would just fuck off. This was not the time to remind her of the way the world worked. She needed to be a good host, a good person. Needed to get that persona back before she completely lost her mind to nerves and -

Knock knock.

That would be him. She took a deep breath, got up from the couch, and took a quick look in the wall mirror. It didn't quite go up her entire body anymore, but it was something, at least. It let her get a better look at herself.

She had a good hairdo going on, her hair a long mane of white going down her back. Her breasts were no longer sagging or pulling her forward, but still looked good and large. Her cocks were standing at half-mast, pushed out of their slit but without the balls that she'd had on past days. They weren't hard, but they were showing, which was probably good. Her skin, muscled and raised in a way that it hadn't been before the last stream, was good and shiny.

She lifted one leg a bit, rubbing her pussy. Good and wet, yes, but could be wetter. She doubted that would happen before they had fun, though. She was still a bit out of her wits, still kind of nervous about the whole thing.

Barefoot, though. He'll like that.

He had made it very clear that he liked looking at her feet with every passing stream, and his messages had asked her to be barefoot when he arrived. He wanted her to flaunt herself, from head to toe.

Here's hoping that I can flaunt when I feel like this...

It was a serious case of the first-time jitters, and she hoped that was all it was. If it was like this when Servile paid his visit, or DungeonDragon, or anyone else...well, she didn't know if she'd be able to keep this going for month after month.

Just try.

Putting her leg back down, she made her way to the front door. DarkSoles didn't knock again, for which she was thankful. It would have made her feel more and more out of place, less professional than she wanted to be. She rested her hand on the knob, hesitated for a second, and then pulled the door open.

For all that she had anticipated this meeting, Soles wasn't that different to look at. Standing slightly under six feet tall with dark hair and glasses, he looked more like someone that had just wandered in from a local college than anything else. Flat t-shirt, jeans, sandals - well, that part made sense, with his kink - he looked up at her with a smile.

"Amelia, I presume?" he asked, the edges of his mouth twitching as if the smile wanted to grow.

"Soles?"

"That'd be me."

"You're smaller than I thought."

"Well, I imagine everyone is, at the moment. Mind if I come in?"

"Uh, yeah. Sure."

She stepped to the side, and he entered the apartment. As soon as she shut the door, he had a hand on her ass, groping it, squeezing it.

"It feels just as firm as it looks. Recro-TFs are an amazing thing, aren't they?"

"They...are. You like my ass?"

"Amelia, let me be blunt. If I had the chance, I'd hire you as a live-in maid, pin you to the wall, and eat out your ass before fucking it every single morning. And that'd be just the start of what I'd do to you."

It was a shocking thing to hear said out loud, but she realized that she wasn't the only one that was feeling that way. Soles looked ever so slightly red in the face as he said that, and she suddenly wondered if this was his first time doing this in real life, too. The idea that she might be the only one having their first time like this brought some of her confidence back, and her smile stopped trembling.

"Something the matter, Soles?"

"Hmm?"

"You're blushing. Don't tell me that you're nervous about playing with me..."

"Not at all."

"Liar."

"...Okay, perhaps a little. But we both know that this is going to be a little weird, I guess."

"I can agree with that. So...couch, bedroom?"

"Couch, at first. Figure out what we're going to do before we get on camera."

"That sounds like a very good idea."

She managed to keep some of her relief out of her voice there, for which she was very thankful. Professionalism was her only refuge, and having someone there for real was dragging her down from that high and lofty perch. They both sat on opposite sides of her couch, but before she could ask him his thoughts, he patted his lap. She arched an eyebrow, and he chuckled.

"Your feet. Put them here."

"Wanting something already?"

"No. Just wanting to help put you at ease."

"Aw, being a good boy for your mistress?"

"No, just helping ease a nervous slut into her place."

Again, there was a mutual blush there, as if they were contending wills directly, one against the other, seeing who would bend and who would break first. Amelia couldn't help but feel a little intrigued, slowly lifting one of her legs off the floor and pressing her toes against his crotch. He groaned under his breath, lifting it by the ankle to start massaging just under her toes, hitting certain nerve points that -

"Mmmph..."

She curled her toes tightly, her cocks rising a bit further and her nipples popping into soft points. Soles smiled behind his glasses, pushing them up with one hand.

"I knew that reflexology course would come in handy."

"Cheating little..."

"You've got another foot, don't you?"

"Mmph...thanks for reminding me..."

Bringing her other leg up, she pressed her toes more firmly against his crotch. Soles grunted, huffing against her toes. She was about to take advantage of that, plunging her toes right into his mouth to tease him back for all that he'd already done, but then, she felt something strange. She paused, twisting her foot slightly to the side, dragging her toes along the bulge that she felt down there.

It was definitely bigger than she expected. Even for a guy that was standing almost six feet, it felt...out of proportion. She curled her toes, half-thinking that she should be grabbing nothing but thigh -

"Nnngh. Careful...it's still a bit tender..."

"What is that?"

"I've got a - ah - little experience with - mmmph - Recro-TFs myself..."

Clearly. Whatever he had down his pants was something of a monster, and the further she stroked, the more she realized that the horse dildo might not be the only big cock in the apartment. Her eyes went wider, her teasing demeanor faded a bit -

"Mmmph!"

Until he pushed down on a nerve point along the ball of her foot, slowly working from there along the raised bit before working back down to her toes. She huffed softly, glaring at him past her breasts as he smiled again.

"What's the matter?" he asked in affected obliviousness. "All I'm doing is massaging you."

"Mmmph..."

"Seems like a certain big, bad stingray likes her feet being touched."

"I don't - Nnngh! Stop it, you dick!"

"Why?" he asked, still massaging along different points, rubbing her in ways that made her hotter and hotter under the collar, his thumbs working up to her toes, delicately stroking the webbing between them before going back down. "You're enjoying it, aren't you?"

"Mmmph..."

"I know, I know. You want to be the mistress, but even a mistress can be pampered..." He leaned down, dragging his tongue along the webbing between her big and second toe -

Amelia had to cover her mouth at that moment, keeping herself from moaning out loud. She didn't know why that felt good, but whatever the fuck Soles was doing, it was working some fucking magic. Her cocks twitched, spitting pre-cum across her belly, and her pussy clenched down on nothing, her asshole following suit. It was so fucking intense that she had to push him back with her feet, pinning him to the other side of the couch and making him cough as she all but kicked the air from his lungs.

"Nnngh...stop...stop..."

He did, thankfully. As she caught her breath, she slowly pushed that lust back down where it belonged. Sure, her pussy didn't get any drier, nor did her cocks go down, but she didn't feel consumed by that sudden, needy pleasure.

"Pants off. Now."

"I thought you wanted to relax. To plan."

"I do. And I want to see what you're hiding down there."

"You sure?"

"Fuck yes."

One thing could be said for horniness; when it got out of control, it burned through all that reluctance in a hurry. You wanted what you wanted, and there was nothing that was going to stop you from getting it. Soles nodded at her, reaching for the button of his jeans, and he pulled them down...

And down...

And down...

They went all the way to his ankles before the insane cock that he was carrying finally was completely exposed. The sheer girth of the shaft made it clear that he wasn't going to be getting it hard normally, but her mouth still hung open at the sight of the almost literal third leg that he had. It ran all the way down to his knees, and she wasn't sure how much bigger it could get if she managed to get it hard.

"What...the...fuck..."

"Bargain basement Recro-TFs. I did a couple of them that were temporary, but this one...I kind of over-indulged."

"How do you fuck anyone with that thing?"

"As a general rule, I don't."

"...But with me..."

"You're big enough to take it." He smiled, gripping it at the base. When he flicked it, rather than just wobbling the way that it would have done with most men, it flicked almost like a whip, the motion running down the shaft and flicking the head, sending a splatter of pre-cum against her leg. "I could use a little help getting it all the way up, though."

"...You're going to make this a hell of a stream."

"That was the plan."

She chuckled, shaking her head. At least she had someone here that would make a good show, and was interested. Still, that dick...there was something off about it, something that intrigued her.

She twisted around on the couch, leaning in on all fours. His shaft was big enough that she'd be forced to take it deep, even with her new, inhuman face. She stroked a thumb along the spot just under the head, feeling something like veins, but less regular, less like lines and more like -

"This didn't get this big with just size boosters, did it?" she asked.

"No, no, it didn't."

"What else did you take?"

"Um...would you believe 'dragon'?"

"Bullshit."

"Hey, I didn't think that the mythological stuff was out there, either, but here we are."

Dragon. Bullshit. But at the same time...she ran her fingers down his shaft, feeling and tracing the little ridges that would probably inflate as he started getting erect. There, at the base of the shaft, she could feel something like little...bulges...right where one might have expected a knot from a canine cock.

...Starting to feel a little more possible, actually...

A pity that he hadn't turned dragon anywhere else but the crotch. Then again, not everyone could get a sugar-momma like she had gotten in Ailsa.

Maybe if we make a deal, she can send me more of that stuff...could be a reward for those that jump in at the top, something to get a good, cheap transformation...

That would rather shift her persona, going from mom to drug dealer. That would be an interesting idea, too, though. Some rough, tough woman that was going to take care of her people, someone that would supply them the goods they needed, at a price. Might go with the muscles better, too.

"Well?"

Soles snapped her out of her thoughts, leaving her blinking and looking up past his cock. He smiled at her, chuckling.

"You going to help me get hard, or what?"

"...I think I can do that better without my mouth."

"Heh, you probably could. But I meant that I kinda need some help getting the cock ring on."

"You need that?"

"Amelia, I have a cock that's over two feet long, that's probably going to suck MOST of my blood into it just to keep it stiff. Putting on a cock ring is gonna be required."

"...That's a fair point. Anything else?"

"Got an oxygen mask?"

"Please tell me you're joking."

"Mostly."

"..."

"Heh, don't worry. I can stay conscious. Juuuuuust don't expect me to do a lot of thrusting."

The reality that we live in...Jesus...

In the end, she was able to help him slide into the cock ring with some ease, though there was the difficulty of fiddling it past his balls once they got the cock part in. There was no chance that they were going to slither the shaft past the balls, so they had to do it the other way around. Soles grunted and hissed several times as his balls were locked in place, but he managed to deal with it over time.

After that, it was just a matter of giving him a slow, teasing footjob to get his cock hard. She enjoyed that more than she expected; she imagined that it was from the fact that it allowed her to feel like she was in charge again, something that she had lost when he had been teasing her and massaging her.

Thankfully, his cock didn't go much past the two-foot mark. While it wasn't the mega-monster in length that the horse dildo was, it did have more girth going down the whole thing than just the flare at the top that the dildo enjoyed. More than that, the knot at the base looked like it was going to give her a hell of a pounding when it got inside of her, and might even leave her gaping a bit.

"So," she asked as she led him into the bedroom. "Want to go with a footjob for your video, or are we going to take it further?"

"Actually, I was wondering if I could look through your drugs first."

"Seriously? You're going to change me more?"

"Not you. Me."

"...And what would you change about yourself?"

"A number of things, but I'd like to see what you have."

"...Maybe next time. I'm not sure that I want to have you rooting through that right now."

"Understandable. So. What I'd suggest is a face-sitting thing, with a footjob going on. And then we can move to something more fuck-focused."

"Heh, you think that you can resist my feet long enough to fuck me?"

"I think that you'll be surprised at what I can do."

One thing that Soles didn't lack was confidence. She had to admit, she appreciated that. Chuckling, she shoved him back over her bed, and he went over hard, his cock carrying him down and slapping him in the chest hard enough to knock the air out of him. As she turned the computer on, bringing the stream and camera online, he groaned and sucked air.

"Oh, get over it. You're going to get fucked soon enough."

"Yes, I know. Just forgot how much weight there is to this thing."

"Tell me about it..."

The chat popped up almost immediately, curious how things were going. She put down the basics of the stream, pointed the camera back at her bed, and then hopped onto it herself. The springs creaked and the frame groaned, but she expected that. The stingray slid forward, positioning herself in a squat over that massive cock.

The heat of something real against her pussy tempted her to take it further right then, to break the plan, but she held back. Instead, she just rolled her hips, letting everyone get a good look.

"Heh, seems like Soles has a big cock that he was hiding from everyone. I get a really good treat today."

"She's getting an even better treat in a minute," he muttered from behind her.

"Heh, he thinks that he's going to screw my brains out. I think that he's a little overconfident."

"Or you are."

"Mmm, you think that you can make me scream?"

"Okay. Get over here."

With a speed that surprised her, he grabbed her by the hips and yanked her back. She went from squatting over his cock to sitting on his face in the space of two seconds, and then -

"MMMMPH!"

Amelia's eyes went wide as he jabbed his tongue against her asshole. It was slippery and wet, sure, but there was something more to it, something that grabbed her by the libido and dragged her along for the right. She huffed and puffed, having to lean back with her arms on the headboard of the bed to keep from crushing him under her ass.

"Holy...mmmph...holy fuck..."

Each swipe of his tongue across her pucker made it feel oddly better, her breath puffing out and her toes curling into the sheets. He gripped her hips tight, leaving her shaking body and trembling knees unable to push up and off. He kept licking, thrusting his tongue against her asshole.

Fucker...had another...fuck...fuck...fuck!

Her cocks spasmed, squirting pre-cum across his stomach, almost hitting his cock. Remembering her part of it, she dragged her foot across his stomach, through her juices and over to his shaft. She pinched the head between her toes, drawing a groan out of him from below, a hot huff of air going up her ass cheeks.

"Heh...you like that...you like that, you teasing - MMPH!"

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck that tongue was longer than it looked, and he'd just jabbed it right up her ass. It was coated in some sort of slime, too. What the hell, had he done something to his mouth, his tongue? Some sort of frog or chameleon sort of thing, to go with that dragon-sized piece of meat between his legs?

Whatever it was, it was leaving her ass more and more sensitive the longer that it was up there, and it was leaving her needy as all fuck. She whimpered, biting her lip as she rode his tongue, grinding on his face as her shaking legs rubbed down his body. She managed to bring her feet together around the sides of his cock, feeling his knot starting to grow at the base of his shaft as she rubbed it with her toes.

Mmmph...gotta...gotta flip the script...

If she didn't do something soon, she was going to be the undebated bitch of this little production. She needed to change that...needed to be...on top...

Soles was driving her crazy, though, his face perfect for her little throne. Her own face was twisting up in the expressions of pleasure, need, everything that was good about sex. Every time that he jabbed his tongue into her, she swore that he was loosening her, puffing up her hole, and -

"MMMPH!"

He managed some little wriggle with his tongue, something that flicked into her and through her body and set her off. She arched her back, her breasts rising up for a moment before clapping back down against her torso as she came. A squirt from her pussy along his neck, followed by a blast of cum that went over his cock, over his legs, and hit the floor some distance away.

She couldn't see what the chat's reaction to that was, not at this distance, but she knew that she had a chance, now. The stingray slipped off his face, going down to his cock. Her footjob had been fucking rubbish from how much she had been distracted by that tongue, but now, it was time for some revenge.

"Okay, you want to take this pussy?" Amelia muttered, groaning as she crawled. Oh, he'd done something to her asshole, alright. Something that she was going to take out on his hide later. "Fine. Let's see if you can take it."

There was a huge difference to having her ass eaten out aggressively and being the one that was taking a fat dick. She growled as she straddled him again, positioning herself so that he could look up at her ass, and the camera could see what happened when she took his dick into her sex. She turned, looking over her shoulder at him, and flashed her biggest, toothiest grin.

The fact that he went a little pale at the sight of it was all that she needed. Oh, she'd gotten on top again.

SLAM!

She took him to the hilt on the first thrust of her hips, and she heard him wheeze out a gasp, a sound that was just barely audible over the creaking and complaining of her bed and mattress. Oh, it was going to need to be replaced after this, she had no doubt, but fuck if she cared at this point.

Up, down, up, down, and she started to feel the ridges and whorls and knot of his cock. They were getting bigger and bigger the more aroused he got, and the cock ring meant that more of the blood flow was getting trapped there, holding it inside and making him that much stiffer and more...endowed, for her. All the little features were tickling her fancy in a whole new way, reminding her of the differences that came from fucking stuff that wasn't human.

She might have to make that her focus. This was so much better.

As she bounced, she had to bring one hand up to her breasts, keeping them in place. She groaned every time that they bounced, feeling their weight, relying on her new muscles to take the weight bouncing around. Slam, slam, slam went her hips, beating the pelvis of the little man under her right into the mattress. Her other hand went to her stomach, feeling the sheer girth of his cock going good and deep.

"Fuck yes..."

She groaned under her breath, shivering. She looked over her shoulder, talking both for him and the camera.

"You want that dose? You fuck me good...you make sure that you don't cum...and this stingray will see you good..."

That should do it. That should work that new little reputation in. Mama Amelia? Gang Boss Amelia? Pimp Amelia? Fuck, there were all kinds of options depending on just what she wanted to do with this sort of identity, this sort of persona. She moaned under her breath, bringing both hands down behind her, resting them on either side of Soles's chest. He grunted as she put her weight down on his cock, swiveling her hips. Her pussy felt so wet, and she was so pent-up now.

"Fuck...you got me all riled up now...I hope you can take responsibility for that..."

"Fuck..."

"Oh, it's going to be a fuck...a long..." SMACK! "Wet..." SMACK! "Fuck..."

Two hours later, the ring failed. He came, and it was like a fire hydrant going off between her legs. She honestly felt rather thankful that they had switched to anal by that point, considering she wasn't sure what that kind of douching would have done to her pussy and her womb. Even then, she had barely managed to take it all, though she had a belly that looked like a pregnant woman's fate from the sheer inner 'rinse' that she had gone through.

They'd had to hurriedly cancel the stream at that point as she ran to the toilet. By the time that she was done in there, Soles had moved from the bedroom to the main room, sitting naked on the couch. He had put a towel down, though, something she was grateful for after he had worked up that much of a sweat...and after his cock had been so soaked in her juices.

"You need a shower before you go?" she asked, throwing her thumb over her shoulder.

"If you don't mind."

"Not at all."

"Heh. How do you feel?"

"...Drained?"

"Heh, I meant, about doing the whole thing?" Soles cocked his head to the side. "You were nervous before we started. Real nervous."

"I was, but...I guess it helped that you were a bit pushier. Helped me find where I needed to push back."

"Sometimes we need obstacles to know where we want to be."

"Heh, calling yourself an obstacle, are we?"

"I'm calling myself something. Also tired. Mind giving me a hand?"

The stingray helped him off the couch, then gave him a little spank. When he didn't wriggle his ass the way that some sluts would have done, she knew better than to follow him into the other room. He wasn't one to bottom that way. He would be happy to give her the sort of worship and attention that she liked, but he wasn't going to be someone that just bent over and let her take his ass.

Worth knowing.

And worth knowing that she had something to work with. She had been sliding around, taking it from him, until she realized that she really wanted to be in charge for that round. It was a nice thing to discover about herself, that she did want to be in charge, most of the time. She rubbed the back of her neck as she sat down on the couch, looking down at the dildo in front of her.

Wonder if that would make a good strap-on for someone...

Her own cocks were good, but - nah, probably not a good idea. Not unless she had a client that she wanted to send to the hospital. And DD and Servile weren't that kind of client.

Dweller, on the other hand...

Nah, even he wasn't that bad. Yet. She'd keep the dildo around just in case. The punishment cock, she'd call it.

For now, though, she needed to pull a few rewards out for Soles. When he got done showering, he should have something that he could take with him for further mutation. That would go over well, and should keep him even happier.

And then she could ask him what the FUCK he had done to her ass. It still tingled.

The End

Summary: Amelia does her first co-stream with one of her top tier donators. DarkSoles comes to visit.

Tags: H/M, Anthro/Human, Hyper, Realistic, Cock Ring, Rimming, Drugs, Big Cock, Cum, Orgasm, Squirt, Webcam, Series, Stingray, Face-Sitting, Facesitting, Foot Fetish, Teasing, Contested Dominance,