“Hi, everyone!” Nea settles into her ridiculous video game chair with the blue trim and the speakers placed inches from her ears. She waves to the camera on her computer and all three of her Aricadia Stream viewers. “We’re gonna be playing Viperwatch for the PC today! Let’s see what we can do today.” She barely got past the hero select screen when the chat lit up. “Ooh, we got something from someone new!” Confetti shoots across the screen. “MetalGraceSolid wanted me to have a… StreamBoost? I’ve never gotten one of those before!”
A cartoon ghost swishes and floats across the screen. She looks cute! Big old pink twintails with a rainbow of streaks meeting at the tip, little stars on her face, headphones around her neck, and, of course, a nice pair of tits poking out of her spooky breasts. She presses her face against Nea’s screen and… pops out! “Don’t worry~! We’ll get those viewer numbers way up!” Nea’s eyes struggle to follow the helpful ghost swirling around the edges of her vision, leaving cute little notifications in her wake. “New subscriber!” floated off her hair. “$20 donation!”.
“Startin’ with your cup size~” The game controller cables unravel from the ghost’s arms and pluge into Nea’s body. The ghost pulls herself in close and starts to merge with Nea.
The boobs are always the first thing. “Ooh, lucky girl! You’re getting two cup sizes. Someone must have paid extra~” She makes Nea wink at the screen while her eyes flash perky pink and swirling digital green. “Thank you for the donation, dear~!” Their combined voices come through Nea’s mouth. Her tri-colored hair pomfs out into huge, festive twintails. Their tongue hangs out of their mouth. Her viewership shoots into the thousands as countless smaller ghosts weasel out of distant computer screens. Each one a new avid fan, ready to tune in every time their favorite streamer comes on, and each one perfectly enthralled by whatever Miss Nea put on screen.
And come on she will! Poor Nea almost can’t handle the sheer bliss that comes with merging your mind with a ghost who’s going to propel you to internet stardom. Both her hands are firmly planted between her thighs, stroking and moaning her silly little brains out. “God, usually they don’t get the exhibitionist kink until at least a week in~ Shame you don’t get to cum until you reach five thousand subscribers~” The chat is going wild. The words swirl at the corners of Nea’s vision. Every donation and new subscriber cranks the bliss in her brain farther and farther up. Her eyes roll back into her head. Poor thing doesn’t know what to do with herself.
“I think I know how we can get you there.” Their combined voice comes out of Nea’s mouth. They look at the hero select screen for Viperwatch, featuring one of its flagship characters. A tall girl with spiky blonde hair and a pink streak over her left eye wearing an awfully skin-tight suit. “I’m Gracer! Good choice, dear. <3” She chimes when you select her and she’s not too busy kisshacking one of the robot girls in the lineup or hypnotizing and butt grabbing one of her fellow humans.
And that’s how Nea wound up stripping on cam and pouring herself into a nice, skintight Gracer outfit. They even had matching cock bulges! She settles the wig on her head and strikes a pose for her thousands of adoring fans, all just a little hypnotized into hanging on her every move. The donations and subscribers flow in faster and faster, obscuring her vision. She didn’t care. She was awash with bliss just pleasing her public. At some point, she started playing the game and doing pretty well. It’s all kind of a blur, really. She streamed for hours, racking up incredible numbers. Her bank account swells with donations. If someone’s in front of a screen, there’s a fifty percent chance they’re watching Nea stream.
Eventually, the stream ends. Nea is one of the best Viperwatch players in the world. More people saw her stream than the moon landing. The ghost leaves her body with a kiss on the cheek. “See you next time~” She coos before slipping back into the screen. And Nea wakes up, wearing a skintight bodysuit, a wig that’s a little stuck to her head, and knowing that she should do it again tomorrow.