Chapter 9.2
For the next couple of hours it was a lot of fun, sure most of the guys tried to hit on me but their attempts were laughable, and it made me killing them in the game all the more fun. Occasionally during gameplay a certain movement would remind me that I have a metal plug up my ass or the cups sucking my nipples, and my dick would try its best to rise against the cage and it all combined to me thoroughly enjoying myself. In a totally different way to how I would usually broadcast.
However there was one thing that kept coming back to my mind any time my senses would become a little aroused, and that was the shower that morning. I must be able to find an attachment that I can stick the plugs to the wall with and as I closed the Twitch broadcast I immediately found myself on a website with all manner of sex toy that I never would imagine existed.
Vibrators, plugs and dildos of all shapes and sizes, with plugs to attached them to any smooth surface. There were masturbators for guys too which I found very appealing having not actually had sex with anyone else for what felt like forever. And then there were the smart sex toys which you could connect to Bluetooth, these ones I had seen on the female cam girls but they had them for guys too.
My eyes were wide as I took the sheer range and shape of them in. I wasn’t so keen on the realistic shaped dicks, but as I discovered ones which looked less intimidating I found myself checking through the details and reasoning that they weren’t much bigger than the plugs I had. Sometime later my basket had all sorts of items in it, quite a few different shapes and colours, none of them looked realistic, and none any bigger or wider than my own 6” dick, but quite a step up from the toys I already had.
I couldn’t put in an order here without getting something a bit special and that came in the form of a Lovesense Lush, then finally my fans could actually control my pleasure directly. I got a Fleshlight with a shower attachment and a rather large tub of lube. I also couldn’t resist checking out their lingerie, and although I really didn’t need any more, it was all so slutty and revealing I couldn’t help myself, the thought of what I would look like with the false breasts and how my current outfits wouldn’t fit as well spurred me on, I didn’t really know what size I would be, so just picked the stretchy lace items, some full bodystockings and well anything else that took my fancy. All of course express delivery as the sooner I got them the sooner they could start paying for themselves. And even if by some remote probability that my real job would come back I couldn’t imagine these toys would go unused.
Looking at all those toys and sexy lingerie had really got me going, I was aching in my panty covered cage and the thought of playing with myself took over. As I reached to release my hardened cock from my little prison the doorbell rang and I nearly jumped out of my skin. There was no way my hard-on would diminish and as the bell rang a second time I knew if it was a delivery they might not hang about long. I quickly re-arranged myself, tucking it as best I could and threw on an oversized hoodie. It would have to do, although I knew that it didn’t entirely cover my bulge.
I raced to the door somewhat awkwardly, and opened it just in time to see the delivery man walking away, I called out and he returned passing me my package, I was fortunately able to hold it in front of my crotch and hide myself, turning quickly I went back inside my apartment and as I went to close the door I saw him quite clearly paused on the stairs checking me out. Blushing I smiled and I briefly caught his smiled back before the door shut, I realised the blush wasn’t because I caught him looking, but the pride it filled me with that I was worth a second glance.
Being rewarded on my broadcasts was one thing, but nothing validated all my effort, work and time that I’d put in over these last few months than a person in real life checking me out. It made my body buzz which in turn flushed me from head to toe, tingling down my spine and setting off sparks in my permanently erect nipples and seemingly ever hard cock. And in my now trebling hands I hoped the contents of this package would take that to the next level.
Prizing open the parcel, and removing the loose fill packaging I grasped the contents and lifted out the box. With the images on the box confirming what was inside, the weight being deceptively heavy for the size, I proceeded to prize it open and pull out two perfectly formed false breasts. I took off the plastic wrap and held them in my shaking hands.
They were exquisitely detailed, and the skin tone was very close to my own, they had a strange warmth to them and didn’t feel overly cold to the touch. The texture was not perfectly smooth but very soft none the less, and as I squeezed them they had the perfect amount of give, like the most amazing stress ball.
I marvelled at the finer points, the nipples were especially detailed with tiny raised bumps around the areolas and much like my own hard nubs at the tips. The teardrop shapes flattened out to a very thin tapered almost transparent edge which would make for easy blending with my own skin, and I impatiently emptied the rest of the box which contained the glue and releasing agents.
I stripped of my top and with both forms in my hands I dashed to the bathroom to check myself out in the mirror. Holding them up to my bare chest they were perfect, exactly the right skin tone and turning left and right they looked every bit the correct size for my torso. I couldn’t help but squeeze and caress them and my crotch immediately responded. I was absolutely buzzing and the thoughts of being able to try on different clothes and what they might look like raced through my mind.
I knew my first outfit would be the French maid set, since that was what had spurred me on to buy them. The next 15 minutes or so I spent making sure my chest was as smooth and clean as it could be, measuring and checking to be sure I would position them correctly and then tentatively applying the adhesive.
As I held up the first one and waited for it to stick I could already feel the weight of it pulling at my skin and a few moments later it no longer needed my hands to hold it on, it was attached. My reflection looked somewhat disjointed, it would need some blending but at a distance it looked like my own, and I couldn’t wait to get the second attached and complete the look
I followed the same process and shortly afterwards the image in the mirror presented a bare chested girl with a rather large tent in her panties. They looked every bit as good as I hoped they would, cupping them in my hands they even felt very lifelike, however I couldn’t help but feel disappointed that the perfect looking nipples didn’t relay any sensations back to my own. But overall I couldn’t be happier, a little time spent with foundations and skin tone blushers to blend them in and they were almost completely seamless.
I snapped a few selfies, teasing at the new cleavage. Nothing too revealing but they had pretty hard hints as to what might be in store on my next broadcast, posted to my various platforms with a smile on my face knowing how my fans would react. I loved the weight of them, the jiggle and bounce they made with each step, now they were up to body temperature they really felt like part of me. It didn’t take long before the pings of likes and comments started to come in and I knew I had made the right decision to purchase them.
Then like a girl possessed I pulled open my wardrobe and started trying on outfit after outfit. The French maid costume looked incredible, the new boobs filled it to perfection and spilled out the top, from a distance and on camera the seam was invisible and my cock straining against its confinement was all the approval I needed. It felt strange to be turned on by your own body, but along this journey I had embraced the duality of my personality, sure I was more cam girl than the guy I’d been but he was still in there and would have loved to be intimate with the girl staring back in the mirror.
There was some disappointment though, a lot of my early outfits no longer fit my new chest. The memories of how it felt to wear them the first time, how my fans reacted and tipped. Even some of the more recent purchases didn’t fit properly after removing the padding, but at least I knew I could take off the falsies and still look great, and knowing I had already ordered items that would arrive tomorrow kept the momentum up.
I now had my wardrobe organised into two sections of items that would work and those that wouldn’t. for a laugh I put on my running outfit, and although the sports bras held everything in place, there would be no way I could run, the weight alone would have them bouncing all over the place. If I did want to go running I would have to buy new ones, however as I bumped into so many familiar faces when out, I wouldn’t be able to hide the new additions and as much as I loved the attention, I didn’t really want to bring that much focus to my chest.
It was then that I realised how late it was, I had totally got carried away with trying on clothes and outfits that not only had I forgotten it was time for my show, but I was already late to start it. I pulled out the best fitting outfit to go with my boobs, blended them in a little more and applied simple but sexy makeup to my face, a double application of lip plumping formulae and big false lashes.
Taking in the completed look in the full mirror I could barely recognise myself to the me only a few months ago. The long hair styled to perfection, my makeup applied without fault, my painted and shaped nails on my fingers and toes, my trim but curvy body clad in an incredibly sexy and shape enhancing set of lingerie, capped off with a very full bra and what now looked like a rather perfect pair of breasts, dark and erect nipples showing through the lace fabric.
If it wasn’t for the bulge in my lace thong no-body would even guess that I was a guy, in this moment I didn’t even feel like one. I posed, admiring all my hard work, this was the culminations of weeks and weeks of graft, exercising, makeup practice, and a little help from some artificial enhancements. But I felt not trepidation or embarrassment about how I presented.
Not only was I ready for the show, I couldn’t wait. Spending all afternoon trying on different outfits and essentially perving on my own body I was good to go. I fire up the lights and all my different cameras, the computer is setup and I log in. it doesn’t take very long for the room to start to fill up and I’m soon bombarded with comments about my chest. I couldn’t help but smirk as I’d done such a good job with them, but I knew today I was going to make the most of them, and if possible drag this out until they paid for themselves in a single show.
I was still chatting to the room when the person who requested I used the cage last time dropped another message, along with a massive payment. Little did they know I had been wearing it all day to help control my libido and keep myself it check. I stood up, biting my lip and lifting the frills of my dress. To rapturous applause my fans praised how good I looked locked up, how much more femme it made me look, my sponsor was especially impressed.
But the fans loved it, and tonight I felt somewhat at their mercy, the desperate need to not just earn enough tokens to keep up the pace of the week but to recover the costs of all the things I’d bought in the last few days. Besides the last time I used the chastity device had been one of my best earning shows, not to mention most intense orgasm.
With my dick locked up and my nipples out of action below a pillow of breast shaped silicone I didn’t have all my usual go to places to pleasure myself, with my trusty jewelled plug slid effortlessly into my ass I asked the room what they would like me to do. There were various suggestions but one which rose to the most requested was to suck on some of my toys.
In all my shows to date it had never really come up, I guess when I was so keen to put them other places my fans never made the request. I had thoroughly cleaned them since the last time I used them so it wasn’t that much of an issue, except for maybe the larger ones. The smallest plug was no problem, I licked and covered it with saliva before my swollen lips spread with ease and sucked it in.
The pings of tokens sounded out and I replaced it with a larger one, and I toyed with my audience, there was such a thrill being able to tease them and have them beg for me to do things, my trapped cock was leaking and collecting some precum and smearing it over the plug only spurred them on.
A suitably large donation arrived with the request for me to take my top off and I obliged, the weight of my false breasts now hanging freely felt very strange, but the image beaming back at me on my monitor was amazing, they really did look like mine from this distance. Playing with the nipples was so disappointing. I was used to the mega sensitivity of my own and being buried beneath inches of silicone I couldn’t feel a thing, I moaned but out of frustration, with my cock locked up it was going to be a very hard fought orgasm, if I could even get there.