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Swirls in Chat

By Limewah

Patron Reward for Izzy

October 2022

18+

This streaming business was... well, okay, it wasn't easy, but it was an enjoyable challenge.

Still, it sucked that she wasn't able to completely turn off and get away. In her 'downtime', she was still finding inspiration for things to do on stream in the world around her. A particularly crinkly baggie of candy made her wonder if an ASMR evening would be worth trialling. She found herself wandering into vintage stores, particularly gaming stores, to see if she could find some curio on deep discount. She would have just played it on an emulator anyway, but she'd feel less bad about it if she did.

Even the media she consumed was often stuff that was recommended to her by her followers. Her mod had sent her something recently enough. After she accidentally let slip that she had an interest in hypnotism, Ray (a close friend, and one of her mods) had suggested she check out this absolutely atrocious old film from the 50s, called The Hypnotic Eye.

"You'll laugh your ass off," they said.

The file was quite small for a movie file; then again, it was an old one and probably had a pretty shit level of quality.

She got herself comfortable on her bed, her tablet nestled into a bunch of pillows to keep it upright, and she tapped the play button.

-

Ray had shown her some really good ways to warm up before a stream started, as well. Some stretches to do before she sat down - squats, shoulder rolls, spinal rolls, that sort of thing. Vocal warmups, too - a nasal hum that tickled her sinuses, long, deep sighs, and quick in-and-out breaths. It got her in the zone.

Her jolteon friend had stopped in for a quick pep talk on voice call before the kickoff of the stream, too. Just to guide her through a quick meditation. No matter how stressed she was, that disembodied voice just slipped in and untangled the jumble of worries and cares, leaving the bunny nice and calm and collected for the stream to come.

Sometimes she'd just zone out to the sound, too, her gaze going unfocused and her body sagging into a comfortable slump.

"Make sure your posture is straight, eyes straight ahead," Ray would helpfully remind her. Her eyes would cast up, and she'd look at the ... something on the screen. Her stream setup. Nothing else.

"There you go. Ready?"

"Hmmn?"

"Oh, the meditation's done."

"Right, right..." Izzy nodded. "Uh-huh. Let's go live."

There were already half-a-hundred viewers waiting for her. That was a great start... maybe today she'd crack a hundred.

She gave a little wave and smile to the camera. "Goooood afternoon y'all~

The inverse waterfall of comments began. The usual greetings, emotes, and icons. Almost straight away, a few donations rolled in. Small amounts. Two dollars to five dollars, give or take. About the norm, though it was nice getting them this early. .

-Love seeing ya Izzy!

-Do u think u can play Morenatsu

-Have you ever thought about doing ASMR?

"Awww, thank you, uhm... Morenatsu, I don't think I know that one... and ASMR? I dunno, that's not really my thing. I don't even have anything to play with, heh..."

She was curious though. There were plenty of objects she could potentially play with, tapping or stroking or scritching to give her audience some tingles. She had seen that ASMR streams did well, and it was on her mind. She leaned over, looking away from her monitor to rifle through a little cabinet close by. Her hairbrushes would work... some pencils and pens, she could do something with those.

A chime drew her attention back to her monitor.

$50.

Fifty!!!

She had never gotten a donation that big before; that was more than she made in her last stream already!

She barely even read the message. The five and the zero loomed in her mind, imprinting themselves into her subconscious as she practically vibrated with barely concealed excitement.

"Gosh! Gosh! Wow, thank you, uh... Salamander33!"

She looked at the message next to the donation. It was... blank?

-That's a nice shirt, but weren't you going to take it off? You do not see this message.

Izzy peered at the feed of what her viewers were seeing. Nothing was showing up underneath the donor's name and amount. Very strange.

Nothing else seemed untoward to her. Her hair looked all right, her room was clean, her eyes were rippling with black and white rings just as they always were...

Oh, wait, her shirt was still on.

She was gonna take of it because... of reasons. She couldn't remember. Didn't matter.

She pulled the tee up and off over her head, wicking it behind her. She had no bra underneath, so her breasts were put on full display for her viewers.

"Hope you don't mind!" Izzy.

-Aren't you gonna get reported?

"For what?" Izzy squinted at the comment. "Getting my tits out is normal, I do it all the time!"

The chat exploded with excitement. Izzy didn't mind, but it was a little odd nonetheless.

Another donation rolled in. Another 50. Her eyes lit up and spiralled faster. Elation fluttered inside her. "Holy shit! Wow! Thank you MrSansMan!"

-Can u rub ur tits?

"Awwww, sure thing!" Izzy said. "But it's gonna be hard gaming with no hands free..."

She sat back and cradled her boobs in her hands, rubbing and tweaking the nipples in such a way to draw the viewer's eye to them. She was a master at showing off for her audience. This something she did every single stream, after all. Par for the course for her.

She looked at the chat, looking for all the satisfying simping that was to come. A torrent of blushing faces, big droplets of sweat, and flames scrolled their way up, along with plenty of compliments for Izzy's gorgeous figure. It made her brain alight with happy chemicals. This was why she streamed...

Though there were some odd messages.

-Is it rly working?

-fuck getting my card rn

-Is she actually hypnotised, though?

"What...?" Izzy's swirling eyes squinted at the screen. She scoffed. "I'm not hypnotised, what're you talking about? Oh yeah, I watched this movie earlier, actually... RayTheJolt recommended I check it out. It's this really dumb - oh, hang on, thank you for the donation!"

$100 this time.

Take off your skirt, Forgetting your words with each article you remove. You do not see this message.

No message underneath....

"Is there a glitch or something?" Izzy asked. "Chat, can you see what the donor just said? Can't even see their name..."

As she spoke, Izzy shimmied off her skirt, her erect dick standing to attention just barely out of view.

-No, don't see anything :)

-Yeah we aren't seeing it either that's rly weird...

-I see something

The last message only appeared for a fraction of a second before it was Removed by a Moderator.

"Wait, whazzat say, Ray?" she asked.

CHIME.

Another 50, from DampCrit...

-Can we see your dick :)

"Oh, sure!" Izzy nodded and pushed back a little bit. ONly a little bit of her cocktip was still peeking from the bottom, and going back much further would be awkward. But she did her best, squeezing her knuckles around her flesh as it pulsed, already dribbling pre.

A DM slipped into her view.

_-Don't forget to look at the spiral. _

The spiral? Did Ray mean the cheesy old movie? Was there a spiral in the film? She tabbed out, and to the window where the video file - the film she thought she'd been watching - was still endlessly looping. She stared for a while, and let her mind drift away. Her mind went blank, and her face drooped to match its blankness. Her eyes were still pulsating, and she leaned in towards the screen with a gentle little sigh. She watched quietly, hands robotically groping at her chest, and waited.

-

RayTheJolt (moderator) - Remember : it's super important that no one mentions seeing the chat. You can ask her if she's hypnotised or question her, that's okay. But we need to make sure the trance holds. And remember, you need to donate fifty or above for her to fill your request! ;)

Okay, let's bring her back.

-

"Did I zone out?" Izzy asked, reading out the text a little more slowly than usual. "Tch. No. I've been here this whole time. I was watching a clip so I could tell you about it."

She leaned back, one paw stroking her dick, the other still rubbing her breasts.

"So... there's um... this guy... and this, uh... girl..."

The chime of another donation arrived, and she fixated on the screen like a puppy who'd just seen a new toy.

"Awww, Scrungly444! Thanks for the 55 dollars!"

-You're getting dumber the more you stroke, right? ;0

"Dumber?" Izzy laughed. "Nuh uh..."

She knew he was a little bit right, though. She was getting pretty horny, and it was harder to keep her thoughts straight... what had she been talking about, again?

A movie...? Or what game she was gonna play?

She was always doing this, getting distracted and horny when she was streaming. She just loved being looked at. She couldn't help it.

"I should play a game, shouldn't I..." she slurred.

-You ok?

-You seem kinda dizzy

"'You seem kinda ditzy- dizzy!" Izzy giggled at her slip up. "What're you talkin about? I'm always like this on stream... I'm always a bit of a ditz, y'all should know this by now~!"

Another chime. Another donation.

-Move back a bit

"Thank you~"

"Aaaanyway, so like..." she leaned back in her seat and scooched back, pushing her hips forward and letting her cock be on full display. "What's... uh... was I gonna play a game, or were we just gonna hang out? Yeah, let's-"

Chime. Another donation came in. This one for $69. She giggled and snorted embarrassingly loud at that.

"That's the sex number~"

-The microphone in front of u looks like a nice tasty cock

Whoa.

When did her microphone look so... phallic?

Of course, it always had been. How silly of her to think otherwise.

Her mic was shaped like a dick. It was one of her many little gimmicks to keep her viewers coming back for more. It was quirky, but not unorthodox at all.

Man, her face felt hot... she was probably blushing like crazy!

"Hang on a sec, I gotta d-do something..."

Izzy scooched in closer to her camera again. Her gaze turned upwards to the microphone hanging from its stand.

She was drooling a little, licking her lips. As she leaned in, she glanced at her monitor. Her dick was no longer in sight.

"S-sorry, hang on," she said, standing up into an awkward half squat so she could prove she was still stroking. "Don't want you to miss out on that~"

Her lips parted, and she pressed her mouth right against the microphone. She sucked and moaned into it.

The feedback from her monitoring earbuds was narcotic in its own right, intense rushing suckling noises that crashed into her mind from both sides like tidal waves.

It was hard to see from her current angle, her head tilted to the side to better take that lovely cock into her mouth. Her own mouth-sounds were spurring her on. She moaned loudly, and that same moan recursed into her ears, making her groan again, and again, and again... her dick throbbing and dribbling pre-cum all over herself, her hips unconsciously thrusting and bucking.

Chime.

She managed to turn one eye towards the screen, so distracted by her suckling that she was finding it so hard to read.

$100.

"Mmmnh!" She tried to speak, forgetting for a moment that you can't talk with your mouth full of dick. She pulled back, tasting the imaginary pre-cum on her lips, and looked properly with bleary, fluttering eyes.

"Th-thank you KitsuneGirl22, that's r-really... kind of..."

-You're such a horny, dizzy idiot, and you're gonna stroke nice and slow for ages, just showing yourself off and getting dumber and dumber each time you cum. You can't start gaming till you've got no brains left, right? That's why we come here, to watch your streams, right chat?

-Yeah

-Fuck yeah

-Yesssss

She almost came on the spot, her eyes rolling up as she groaned with ecstasy. They were right. She was a horny idiot. And she was getting dumber and dumber the longer she stroked. Rather than it offending her, having that fact affirmed made her positively giddy.

"Y...yeah I am... can't s-start the stream till I'm... h-how many times do you want me to cum, chat~?"

$60.

-Don't forget to suck that cock.

"R-right, of course~!" she giggled, high pitched, perfectly suited to the bimbo she was. "You'd think I'd remember, I do this every stream...~"

She threw herself back and got right back to dragging her tongue over that rough - no, that soft, smooth cock. Back to suckling on it. It was easier to cum when she was sucking someone off, after all. Moaning and wriggling like a fish on a line, she dove onto the dick and let her mind melt in the sounds of her own voice. Her hips pounded against her wrist, and her free hand groped her breasts feverishly.

Each time a chime came up, she checked the screen, thanked the donor, and read their reminder.

She was forgetting to do so many things. Like play with toys, roll and cross her eyes (though they were always like that anyway, right?) and show off her body for her loving audience. They were exploding with excitement, talking about things they could "Make her do". As if they were making her do anything. They were just making sure she stayed on top of things, kept her pre-gaming rituals up.

Just an hour or two of stroking and wriggling, and then she'd have just enough time for a half hour of gaming. Which was, of course, the real reason they came to the stream.

She was lucky to have such a patient audience.

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