The Am-Drag Stream 2

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Jake Long continues down his streaming work, getting further and further ensnared by ZSS's pleasurable offers.

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The Am-Drag Stream

Part 2

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by Draconicon

A month passed, and Jake Long was deeper into the streaming game than he had ever imagined anyone would go. What had been a way of making side-cash and enough money to keep going had turned into a full-time occupation. He still went out on patrol from time to time, but they were getting less and less frequent as the streaming took up more and more of his life. What had been a couple of hours once or twice a week had become something else, something that was almost more of a calling. Certainly the streaming service called to him with dollars and with fame.

Fame...so much fame...

Jake was already shirtless as he sat down at the computer station, stretching his arms overhead as he started shifting from human to dragon. The flames ran down his arms and legs, thickening them up and turning them into something more suitable for fighting than gaming, but hey, at least it was more comfortable. He was...

He blinked, having a moment of confusion as he realized that he hadn't bothered to put pants on yet. Underwear was still there - that was always there - but he hadn't bothered to put on his jeans the way that he normally did. Why was that?

It didn't matter, really, not when nobody could see below his pecs. That's what he told himself, at least.

The screen blipped, and the usual text-box popped up. ScalyAdmin was already there.

ScalyAdmin: Hello there. Ready for another session?

"You know it. Everything ready?"

_ScalyAdmin: Yes. But I had a thought.

ScalyAdmin: What if we changed the game today?_

"...What are you talking about?"

Admittedly, it had been a little while since they'd shaken things up, but at the same time, the stream had been almost running itself for a while. The whole 'penalty' thing brought in more and more subscribers every week. Sure, he never remembered just what the penalties were, but that didn't matter. It was all part of the heat of the moment, and all that mattered to him was the bottom line. If he was doing better than before, then all was good.

"Why'd we want to change?"

_ScalyAdmin: Just hear me out. Okay?

ScalyAdmin: There's this new game, called Dragon Soles._

"Sounds like a fetish game."

_ScalyAdmin: You'd be surprised how many people say that.

ScalyAdmin: Anyway.

ScalyAdmin: The point is, this thing is like those old hard games, the ones that were driving everyone nuts a few years back. You play it, and you get in-game penalties every time that you die. Hard enough, gets a lot of people coming in.

ScalyAdmin: But!

ScalyAdmin: We've got a function at ZSS that allows the watcher-base to play with this. Greater donations to throw something at you, to make the game different, to alter the way that the AI works, and put challenges in your way.

ScalyAdmin: And it pays three times what you're getting now._

Jake had been ready to turn it down. Much as he liked a challenge, he knew that there were trolls in every audience, and his was no different. Given half a chance, they would turn any game into a hellscape, and if it was already a hard game, they would make it impossible. They'd found that out when he was pushed to try those Ninja games that were horrendously difficult and ended up...

He remembered some sort of rage-quit, something that had involved breaking the controller and having to buy a new one. Thankfully, ZSS had footed the bill for that, but it was still something that embarrassed him to think about.

However, hearing that the pay-rate was triple the standard...

"Heh...I could give it a shot."

ScalyAdmin: That a yes?

"That's a hell yeah, man."

_ScalyAdmin: Wonderful.

ScalyAdmin: I'll get it set up while you log in._

Before Jake could agree, the logo for ZSS took over the screen, shimmering brightly as it spiraled around and around. His eyes caught the center and spun with them, his thoughts already disappearing as if they had been flushed down the spiral along with everything else that had been on the screen.

Without thinking, the American Dragon lifted his feet off the ground, putting them on the desk in a way that framed his face. His dark toes curled for a moment, then fanned out, even as his cock started to rise in his underwear. He barely felt it, more focused on the spiral as commands from the past started dribbling in through his mind.

_Feet up.

Cock hard.

Throbbing.

Needy.

Obedient.

Good show-off.

Hot dragon.

Needy dragon._

With each slow repetition, his cock throbbed harder until it was pulling the front of his underwear away from his crotch, keeping a gap between his waist and the underwear itself. It didn't quite expose the base of his cock, but it came pretty damn close, and it was going to get closer.

There was one last command - forget - and then the spiral stopped. The screen flickered, and he smiled as his face popped into view as the camera turned on. Face, feet, and the hint of something else -

You don't have to think about that.

And he didn't think about the fact that his barely-covered cock was inching into the bottom of the screen as he waved at the camera and the viewers that were logging in. He laughed.

"Hey, everyone, what's the haps? It's the Am-Drag again, and today, we're doing something special. Tell 'em, Scaly."

_ScalyAdmin: Of course.

ScalyAdmin: Today, the Am-Drag is going to be playing Dragon Soles.

FFiend: What a day to be back for a stream.

GameControls: Oh, fuck. That's a hard one.

GameControls: And I don't just mean -

GameControls: Heh, you know.

FFiend: Think he's going to get far?

ScalyAdmin: We're playing under Alteration rules today. That means that any time that our streamer gets a death, something big happens. An Alteration to the game and his ability to play it. The top donors at any time will be the ones to dictate an Alteration, so make sure that you keep those funds coming.

GameControls: In the bag.

FFiend: You sure about that?_

Jake grinned. He could already all but taste the money coming in, considering that those two were in the chat. There were quite a few chat-followers that came and went, but those two had followed him almost since the start of his streaming career. FFiend had been in and out, but GameControls was there for almost every stream.

It was kind of like having good friends there that were supporting him, and it always made him feel good to have them there.

"Alright, Scaly. The game - heh, there it is."

The game loaded, and for all that he had been thinking that it'd be just another generic game focused on the 'hard' mechanics and the easy deaths, he had to admit that the opening cinematic was a good one. A big, flashy thing of some big dragon mage taking over the world, a dark shadow of corruption spreading over the lands, and the way that it warped everything that it touched seemed surprisingly well-animated.

That looks like something you'd see on patrol, he thought as one plant went from a simple bush to a monstrous, carnivorous bit of flora. Eesh.

Shaking his head, he pulled his controller up. He felt a little self-conscious, but only for a second. Chat was already talking about his feet and his bulge -

What bulge?

Nah, just his feet, and being a little surprised that they were still up. He didn't know why. He always gamed with feet up -

And cock hard.

He always gamed with his feet up these days. It was just the most comfortable way to play.

"Alright, guys. Let's get into this."

Jake was never one for overly-elaborate character creation. The game was always beckoning him, and he never had that much of a connection to his character, anyway. He took the most basic look that he could get, took a quick vote for the overall archetype that he should play as, and got told to pick out a mage class. He groaned.

"Really, guys? Gonna make me even squishier to start?"

_FFiend: We're here for pain.

FFiend: Let's have it from the start.

GameControls: And besides.

GameControls: You're getting off easy. Some of the streamers take the challenge run even harder.

FFiend: Remember when that other dragon did it with no-armor?

GameControls: Oh, god, or the other guy without any health potions?_

"Alright, alright, guys, I get it. Mage it is."

The game loaded as soon as he made his selection, dropping him into a new world. The black screen faded away to reveal his character waking up on a forest path somewhere, nothing but a robe, a couple of scrolls, and a staff to their name. Not even boots, he noticed.

"Heh, seems like your kind of thing, FFiend," he teased.

_FFiend: Nothing compared to your big feet.

FFiend: You know what I like._

"I..."

For a moment, Jake blinked, wondering where that had come from. His thumbs were still pushing forward on the joystick, so he kept walking.

Why would he know what that was like?

Why would he even -

Ping.

A donation from FFiend came in, followed by a rattling sound effect. Jake blinked again, staring at the screen just in time for one of the carnivorous plants from the opening cinematic to seize hold of his character and whip it up and off the ground.

"Oh shit, shit, shit!"

Pressing buttons almost at random, Jake tried to fight back, but before he could get the plant's HP even halfway down, its tentacle attacks had slapped him back, beating his character to the brink of death. He groaned as he saw the last attack coming, knowing he could do nothing to stop it, and leaned back with a grumble as the death animation started to play. The tentacle attack hit him, then wrapped around his character's waist -

Then a spiral began.

Jake sat up straight again, his eyes going wide and his toes fanning out, his cock throbbing against the inside of his underwear once more as he stared straight into the spiral. The tip of his bulge started getting wetter and wetter, dampening until the red tip of his cock could be just about seen.

_ScalyAdmin: And we have our first death, with FFiend being the one to donate first.

FFiend: Still got it.

GameControls: Fucking dammit.

GameControls: I was going to fuck with his ass.

ScalyAdmin: There will be more opportunities.

ScalyAdmin: FFiend, your alteration choice?

FFiend: Give him a monster fetish. Make him want to get fucked, and get used.

GameControls: No foot stuff?

FFiend: And be underfoot.

GameControls: There it is._

Jake was completely unaware of what any of it meant. As he stared at the spiral, all he could do was feel horny. His memory faded from one second to the next with the text passing through his mind and leaving nothing behind. Nothing on his mind, nothing in his memory, nothing at all. All that mattered was the spiral, and the fact that it was spinning deeper, deeper, deeper through him.

As he stared, he felt something...tingling, for lack of a better word, in the back of his head. He remembered other monsters from the cinematic, and...

And he felt...

Horny. Horny at the thought of them being in a fight with him, and even hornier at the thought of what they might want to do to him. Not that he might do anything to them, but the things that he might have done to him if he lost.

He panted as the spiral sped up, the image of that plant coming back to mind, and the tentacle around his waist pulling him off-screen to some opening that bound him up. Being swallowed up to his waist, his hips pushed down into the plant, and then, more, more, more of the tentacles coming up. One running along his foot, others running up his legs before finally reaching his hips. His cock felt wet and slimy in his underwear as the image of one tentacle running against his asshole filled his mind before -

Ping.

The spiral faded, and he was looking at the restart screen. He stared at it, blinking, and pressed the restart option. The game reloaded with him on the forest path once more.

"Okay, first death. Not so bad. So...what the hell did they do, Scaly?" he asked.

_ScalyAdmin: It would spoil the surprise if I told you.

ScalyAdmin: Going to have to pay attention._

"Heh, alright, but you know you can't keep the Am-Drag down."

He pushed his avatar forward. This time, he remembered that the plant was there and was doing his best to ignore the chat going on and on at the side of the game. He knew that they were going to try and distract him like last time, and sure enough, just as he was about to reach the crossroads, one of them pinged him with an alarmed screaming sound.

"Uh-uh."

The plant attacked, but this time he was ready, dodging back and swinging his character's staff out with a couple of fireball spells. The plant wilted away, and he laughed, punching the air.

"That's what you get, trying to take down the Am-Drag. Can I get a hell yeah?"

_ScalyAdmin: Hell yeah.

GameControls: Damn, but hell yeah.

FFiend: Hell yeah._

"That's right. Now, let's - ho fuck!"

No sooner had he bent down to loot the plant than another monster attacked, this time far more aggressively. He barely managed to roll out of the way before a surprisingly well-rendered bare foot stomped down where his character had been standing. Jake spun his character around, looking at -

At an orc. Big, green-skinned, and nearly naked, he was a hunky sort of thing -

Hunky?

And was on the attack. Jake kept his mage dodging around, but there was no chance to let off any attacks, and the longer that he spent fighting and fending off the inevitable death that was circling around, the more distracted that he started to feel.

What if he...what if he won for real? Jake wondered. What would happen to me then?

In the real world, he knew that sort of thing would more than likely end with his head on someone else's wall, as the Huntsman and the others had threatened time and time again, but this...this felt different. It felt like he would be put through the wringer, yeah, but not in the way that would lead to deadly circumstances. It felt more like he might be put through something...something sensual, sexual, and hot.

He groaned under his breath as that idea burned in his head, feeling more fantasies creeping in. Being under that big green foot, having his own shackled, being yanked off his feet and his tail raised and being put to use by that big green -

THUMP!

The orc's weapon came down and cracked his avatar's head, sending him sprawling to the ground with no health. This time, Jake saw as the monster started dragging his character off-screen, and he wondered what was going to happen in the black game-over section that he wouldn't be allowed to -

Ping.

This time, a donation from GameControls. He groaned -

And then the spiral returned.

This time, Jake stared at it with more of a hunger, something that pulled at him and made him want to stare. His cock throbbed harder than ever, oozing so much that the red color of the tip was showing through on the camera.

ScalyAdmin: I think that it's time that our streamer discarded his clothes. Stand and strip.

Jake did just that, moving mechanically, his eyes never leaving the spinning spiral that had taken up the entirety of the screen. There was no point in looking anywhere else. It made him feel good to look at that. The dragon pulled at the waistband of his briefs, pulling them forward along his shaft before finally tugging them past the head, making the whole monstrous length bounce up and slap across his stomach, bobbing up and down in desperate need as he let his underwear hit the floor.

ScalyAdmin: Now, let's have him turn a bit, left and right, left and right, eyes on the screen while GameControls decides what he wants.

Doing as he was told, Jake was lost in the world of the spiral, happily obeying as he turned left, right, left, right, each time feeling the pleasure of obedience going through him. After all, he was -

_Obedient.

Horny.

Slutty.

Needy._

All of those things. His cock throbbed and his tail went high, showing off his ass, his cheeks clenching again and again as he felt the eyes of the chat on him. He knew that they were as into him as he was into them, and they were probably thinking of some very naughty things that they could do to him.

Yet, he was so deep in trance that he couldn't really imagine them, let alone protest to them. All he could do was obey, turning to face left, right, then center, then going through it again, swinging his cock around and dripping pre-cum all over his gear. He didn't care. All that he cared about was showing off...showing off his cock...showing off his ass...getting hornier and hornier every time.

_GameControls: I heard you can change bodies.

GameControls: Can you give him bigger stuff?

ScalyAdmin: That is doable, though we'd need a bigger reward.

GameControls: $200 more?

ScalyAdmin: Done._

No sooner had the words passed over the screen than Jake felt something...heavier behind him. He didn't look down, but he did see it in the camera, the tight glutes of his ass slowly pushing outward, getting thicker and rounder than they were supposed to be. He groaned, reaching back with one hand, his arm moving slowly as if it didn't want to obey him, but he had to know. Was it really happening? Or was he just -

No, it was real. His ass was bigger, rounder. Thicker. And more than that, it gave beneath his hand, feeling like something that was...that was made for...

Made for fucking.

He was made for fucking.

And his cock throbbed upward, getting stiffer and harder, and more than that, longer. He stared as the tip advanced toward the edge of the screen, his cock feeling like it was being pulled right out of his crotch, stiffening and pointing toward some lucky hole, or...or offering itself up for some eager monster.

For a split second, he wondered what was happening and how his body was defying reality, but then the thoughts disappeared, replaced with the spiral. Jake moaned as he felt the words flowing through his mind once more.

_Needy.

Horny.

Obedient.

Good dragon.

Good show-off._

He panted, thrusting his hips, going up on his tiptoes as the chat was going wild.

_GameControls: Fuck, that's an ass.

GameControls: That is an ASS.

GameControls: I would fuck it all day long.

FFiend: I wish that his growth was a little more all-over.

GameControls: You mean you want to see his feet grow._

Jake groaned, stumbling away from the computer, moving to stand against the wall. For a half-second, he was able to look at the wall, not at the spiral, and he stood on his tiptoes. His ass felt like it bounced, popping slightly towards the computer, and he looked over his shoulder. He saw himself, his stretched, taut soles, his entire backside exposed to the camera and the stream.

He looked like someone that had been trapped against a wall in an alley.

He looked like someone that had been hunted down and caught.

He looked like a bitch.

And he loved it.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

_ScalyAdmin: He's almost deep enough now.

GameControls: You think -

FFiend: Oh, I know what that means.

DarkDungeon: What - what did I walk in on?

DarkDungeon: Hey, is that -

FFiend: Hey, welcome.

GameControls: Hot slut, right?

DarkDungeon: That the American Dragon?

ScalyAdmin: Quiet._

The chat went still, and the spiral changed, for lack of a better word. For a moment, he was made to keep standing there, and then...then he came back. He sat down, he put his feet up - ping ping ping went the donations - and then he picked up the controller.

There was more game to play.

Jake played for another hour, suffering death after death, and each time that he came back to the game, something was just ever so slightly off. He didn't know what it was, but there was something that made continuing it and getting past where he had been that little bit more difficult. It was as if something in him wanted to lose, to endure another Alteration, even though he didn't know what they did.

After his twelfth death, he just sat there. His cock was past his belly button, well into the camera view, but ZSS said that was fine. There was no need to worry about nudity getting him banned, and the chat loved it. Or...or he was pretty sure that they did, but he was having a hard time focusing anymore. The game...the game just wasn't fun. Gaming wasn't fun. He wanted to do something else, something...something hotter.

He put the controller down, groaning. No sooner had it hit the table than his mod was talking.

ScalyAdmin: Something the matter, Jake?

"Just...I don't know. I don't know if I can keep going, guys."

_ScalyAdmin: Well, there's another way that you can stream and make money.

ScalyAdmin: Something more profitable and more fun than games._

"Mmmph...I'm listening."

_ScalyAdmin: ZSS offers more erotic streaming options.

ScalyAdmin: There are some that can do a fair bit with solo exhibitionism streams, but the big money comes through with fuck streams. Streams where the streamer calls on their audience to come out and do things with them.

ScalyAdmin: For those that would make a particularly good stream, ZSS will foot the bill.

ScalyAdmin: All we need is your permission to make that start._

The chat erupted with dozens of bids right off the bat. Jake read through over a dozen instances of people wanting to fuck his ass, suck his cock, or even come in and fuck his feet, something that would have sounded weird before but now sounded oddly sensual. The idea of a cock sliding between his toes or along his arches was enough to send a little pleasurable shiver down his spine, and he groaned under his breath just thinking about it.

But that was...that was kind of whoring himself out, something that he hadn't planned on doing. Yet...yet even as he looked at the screen, the commands were there. The money was there.

And that felt so much more fun than gaming for hours on end.

He lifted one leg, putting his foot between himself and the camera. The chat went wild, some small subset of the streamers calling out for the chance to push his foot against their faces or their dicks. Some wanted to pull it down between their legs and hump it, to enjoy it as something to just grind on, while others wanted to see him under their feet, his soles marked with red lines of punishment.

They had so much to say, and they wanted every last part of him. Offers of hundred - in some cases thousands - of dollars were coming through. They just wanted to fuck him.

_Needy.

Horny.

Obedient.

Good dragon.

Good show-off._

And he wanted to be fucked. Jake slowly smiled, standing up and putting his hands behind his head and thrusting his hips forward. The chat went wild as he slowly brought his hands down, shame burning away as he was all but assaulted by all those compliments coming through.

"Heh...alright."

It was breaking all the rules to allow someone to come and fuck him in his dragon form, but the rules were for another time. Was he even the Am-Drag anymore?

Did it matter, so long as he got what he wanted?

"Who's got the most to offer the Am-Drag for his body?"

The End

Summary: Jake Long continues down his streaming work, getting further and further ensnared by ZSS's pleasurable offers.

Tags: M/solo, Streaming, Jake Long, American Dragon, Rule 34, Body Altering, Growth, Fetish Implantation, Corruption, Nudity, Briefs, Bulge, Erection, Dragon, Stream Chat, Exhibitionism, Commentary, Mind Control, Hypnosis, ZSS, Miniseries,