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In her cramped and depressing apartment, June stared at her reflection and inspected the damage from her latest crying fit. It was bad. Her whole face looked red and puffy from an hour of sobbing, along with a blackeye from some corporate slapping her for fun. She looked nothing like the pornographic perfection that her streaming contract demanded.
June reached for her Pretty After Pain™ beauty cream and hummed the jingle “make your pain invisible” as she started applying it. In mere moments, the horrendously side-effect-laden cream had erased all imperfections and taken the liberty of filling her lips slightly. It was easy to see why her bosses included it in their goodie bags. Her face looked fake, slutty and ready to stream. Plus, her EgirlMode™ neural chip was warming up and she felt too numb to cry anymore. Problems solved.
Three weeks ago, she had escaped the streets by signing with the Laurent-Devereux corporation’s streaming division. Three weeks ago, they implanted a pink chip at the base of her skull, along with other ‘enhancements’ as time went by. Her fingers started compulsively tracing the capital ‘E’ embossed on the chip. It still felt strange, having that chip and knowing how it rewired her. It was a comfort too though, it wasn’t really her when the chip turned on… at least she hoped not.
The chip was easily visible to anyone thanks to her new haircut, to help ‘branding’ or whatever. Her naturally beautiful tangle of red curls had been turned into neon-pink cybernetic pigtails that got longer and glowed brighter the more donations she received. Her lips, nails and eyelashes gleamed with a shifting metallic gloss that pulsed faintly to the beat of her voice, along with changing colour and length based on her mood or donation milestones. She had initially promised to keep herself herself whenever possible. But various threats and incentives like ‘Big Boobie Bonus Bucks’ had reduced that promise bit by bit, until she started to look like Pixar mom porn.
Five Minutes
June bit her plump lips as the stream alert flashed on her HUD, ticking down to when her chip would activate. June felt something she didn’t quite understand and maybe she didn’t want to understand. Hopefully, it was the chip’s fault that she was getting wet.
Four Minutes
She sat on the edge of her bed, pulling a pink metallic box from under it. The Laurent-Deveurex logo glowed softly on the lid and inside were all the accessories and outfits she’d need to stream. Well, if you could call them ‘outfits’. More like strips of glowing fabric strategically placed to feel even more humiliating than nudity. With a sigh, June started stripping off her grey tracksuit.
Three Minutes
She started moving faster. With a blink, she activated her EgirlMakeup™ and dozens of holographic projectors under her skin flipped on. Her cheeks and eyelids became adorned with iridescent pinks and blues that shifted colour as she moved, dotted with glowing freckles in the shape of bunnies, hearts and UwUs.
Two Minutes
She picked a hypersexualised version of a schoolgirl outfit to wear, which struggled to contain her porn-bimbo proportioned chest and rear. The outfit consisted of a pleated miniskirt, tied shirt, bra and panties, all made of glowing fibre optic fabric that became more revealing based on her donation levels. That would surely make a dent in her water debt. As a ‘Tip to Upgrade Me!’ message flashed across her top, she couldn’t help but feel a wave of revulsion and a treacherous part of June wanted the chip to warm up faster. Maybe if having dignity was so great then it should try paying her fucking bills!
One Minute
She sat down in the pink gamer chair before her multi-monitor setup, with the smart cameras adjusting for her facecam, boobcam, cuntcam, asscam and feetcam to provide maximum fap material.
30 Seconds
June’s breath hitched as she looked at her reflection and didn’t even recognise it. It wasn’t too late. She genuinely could stop this. But where would she go? The slums? Back to debt prison? Living in fear of being kidnapped and sent to the hucow farms?
10 Seconds
She could feel the tug in her mind increasing. The chip was increasingly buzzing in her brain, ready to make her a dumb, happy egirl that just made bank and didn’t give a fuck.
5... 4... 3... 2… 1
And then… it turned on.
Her lips parted into a grin, her eyes bright and vacant as the switch inside her brain flipped. Her posture shifted, spine arching slightly, hips tilting as she adjusted herself for the cameras. The timer disappeared from her HUD, replaced by the chat and her angles, and the girl staring back at her now? She definitely wasn’t June.
“Hey, daddies~” she giggled, her voice a bubbly, high-pitched melody as she leaned in, practically shoving the camera down her cleavage. “Tonight’s a special stream! We’re playing this super hard game but it’s okii because I’ve got some extra motivation...” She said, her fingers playing with a strand of hair as she thought. “What was it called again? Oh right... Space Slut 69!”
She loved this feeling. The warm, tingling sensation spread through her body as if the chip was feeding pink and sparkles straight into her veins. The real June had always been miserable but on-stream, with the chip buzzing and only bubbly thoughts in her head, she was happy for once. And superchats were rolling in.
“Damn babe that outfit is 🔥🔥🔥”
“Twerk it girl!”
“I love you ;3”
“OwO”
A garishly sexual sci-fi shooter flashed onto the screen and June bounced eagerly in her seat, a nipple slipping out of the already more revealing top. With a giggle, she grabbed a controller and bit her lip pretending to concentrate. The game’s intro started but no one cared about the plot or even the pornographic space marines on screen. They were too focused on June jiggling in her seat every time something happened on the screen, and she quite clearly didn’t know or care what she was doing either.
“Ooops! Guys, did I die?” June said, giggling as her character exploded in the tutorial. “Guess I’m gonna need that... motivation~” Her hand slid down, playfully spanking herself and batting her inch-long lashes at the camera. A low hum filled the room as the strategically placed vibrators weaved into her outfit whirred to life, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body and she gasped with faux-surprise. The chat lost its mind all over again.
“Ahh! I’m gonna be punished harder every time I lose!” she moaned, grinding slightly in her seat, hips moving to the rhythm of the buzzing as the dampening crotch of her panties was broadcast in 8K 3D. Her back arched as she squirmed, tactically giving the best view of her assets to every camera. The donations poured in even faster as viewers demanded more and her enhancements pulsed with neon light.
Her character stumbled through the level, dying repeatedly to easy enemies, the hum of the vibrator kept intensifying and her holographic makeup shifted to write ‘RETARDED’ on her forehead. June’s legs started shaking and she was fumbling with the controller, rapidly approaching an orgasm. She gasped again, her voice becoming more horny, more UwU. “Ohhh, Daddy! You like it when I lose?!”
The chat exploded with a chorus of “YES, YES, YES” as June started bucking and squirted hard on the cuntcam.
The camera feeds flickered, the neon colours dimming as June’s body convulsed in a final orgasm. Her character stood frozen on the screen, still in the tutorial but chat barely noticed, while her body trembled from the overwhelming, endless pleasure from her outfit that had morphed into a set of vibrators. Almost every pixel of her stream was filled with her flushed skin, every square inch of her bare, vibrating form.
And then just as abruptly as it started, it was over. The stream shut off with a clip of June saying “Bye daddy~”
The chat filled with “CYA CUNT!!” and “Be mine!” and thousands of obscene emojis. June slumped forward as the toys shut off too. She was breathless, eyes glazed, body still humming with aftershocks from the mind-melting combo of toys and chip-induced pleasure. Then in a single, brutal moment… the chip shut off too.
Her glossy lips twitched, the permanent smile faltered and her eyes blinked rapidly as if waking up from a dream. Slowly, the haze lifted. The pink fog that had consumed her mind evaporated and June was left blinking at the now darkened monitors in her dim, cramped apartment.
Reality hit hard.
She could hear her own breathing now, heavy and ragged but no longer laced with arousal. Just exhaustion. She could feel the clammy sweat on her skin, the sweaty hair clinging to her skin, the toys now limp and lifeless beneath her. Her body, aching and sticky, felt too real and completely gross. She sat there, frozen for a moment, still perched on her garish pink chair.
And then the shame washed over her like a cold wave.
She curled up into a fetal position, glancing around her tiny apartment. The neon lights from her enhancements cast eerie shadows on the cracked walls, and her reflection in the dirty mirror looked like a discarded sexdoll. There was no fun here. No adoring fans. No buzzing notifications. Just silence. Just June.
The most awful and humiliating part of streaming was easily this, how much she missed the humiliating display afterwards. Missed the high, the attention and the mindless pleasure. The way the chip had made everything feel easy. No worries. No doubts. Just blissful, stupid obedience. Was it so wrong to feel happy for a little while? To not be a girl in a depressing apartment, on the verge of another crying fit.
She sat crying for what felt like hours, letting out ugly sobs. She didn’t want to be this. She didn’t want to be alone.
Her bleary eyes eventually focused on the messaging icon in her HUD. All it would take was a simple message to the staff. One message. She could ask for more hours. She could stream more and let the chip take over more. Less guilt. Less shame. More… bliss. Just that empty-headed egirl who didn’t worry about her pathetic existence.
Eventually, she sighed. The resolve drained from her, replaced by that nagging emptiness. She couldn’t hear the voice saying “No! I’m better than this” over her own sobbing. She opened her messaging app and without a second thought, typed out a message to the staff.
With the message sent, June collapsed back onto her bed and closed her eyes without bothering to remove the pornographic outfit. The reality of her decision settled over her. Maybe it wasn’t what she really wanted. Maybe it was immoral or whatever. But at least with the chip on, she wouldn’t care about what was right or wrong.