[p1 CM] Barry continues enjoying his time off...

After leaving Jill and Roxanne behind, Barry chuckled to himself while shaking his head. "Sometimes being a bachelor pays off," he whispered to himself while walking down the halls. He was glad not to be in Roxanne's boyfriends shoes... or in Jill's spot, involuntarily caught in some dramatic struggle in drunken Roxanne's and her boyfriend's relationship.

Barry caught the scent of some decent pizza in the air. He followed the enticing aroma to a surprisingly decent Italian food booth, with big and hot pizza ovens popping out a new masterpiece every two minutes or so. He ordered a Pizza Capricciosa, never having tried artichokes as a topping and wanting to appear like he knows his pizzas. He found it... passable, being reminded of his philosophy that plant stuff on pizzas should be kept liquid or in leaf sizes.

While chewing on his pizza, Barry remembered something Roxanne had said that piqued his curiosity. He searched for Jill's play-through of "Zombie Dungeon 4" to figure out what was the big deal. He was in no hurry to get to the hotel, though the thought briefly crossed his mind that there might be a party starting up somewhere. Considering the stray thought for a moment, he decided he wasn't immediately in a hurry, so he hit play on the first episode.

"Welp, nothing much to say about this so far," he muttered to himself. There's a bit younger version of Jill with a laptop cam and poor lighting introducing her videos, then there's just video streaming of the game, as far as Barry could see.

A waitress lost a glass a dozen yards or so away. Barry looked up at the noise, putting on a sympathetic smile. She cursed silently and one of the helpers at the counter passed a broom over the desk.

He searched for clips of Jill's playthrough that had a lot of hits. After tapping the screen a few times, he finally came across some of the stuff that he could understand would get her a following of drooling males and disgusted girlfriends. He had to admit, she did fine voice-acting as the blonde zombie-slaying ditz. It's sad that almost anything said by a female online in a way that can be interpreted erotically, would be creeped upon by creeps. "Parasocial relationships are a bitch," he said quietly to himself with a chuckle before having a sip of water.

A waitress lost a glass a dozen yards or so away. Barry paused with a blink, looking over at the scene. She cursed silently and one of the helpers at the counter pass a broom over the desk. She daintily walked a few steps over to him, high heels clacking with a hint of frustration on the hard floor. Barry scrunched his face. Didn't this just happen a minute ago? Barry shook his head at the deja vu and looked down at his phone again.

Barry looked at his phone in confusion. The video on the screen made him wonder if some random ad for exercise equipment had started playing while he was distracted by the accident.

A 'call on me' like song was playing while a gorgeous ass with toned thighs descended towards a camera put down on the floor. The camera was positioned at a seven'o'clock position behind the owner of the wonderful rear end. A wide camera angle making you feel like a house cat about to be squashed.

"...And, oof, one hundred squats," a familiar voice said as the exercising woman stood up, shook out her arms and legs and did some basic stretches. She taps a button on the suddenly visible computer desk behind her, making the video switch to a camera revealing the woman's face as she spins towards the computer.

Which was definitely Jill's face.

Well lit and slightly flustered by the activity, she gave the camera a smile and a moan as she wrapped her arms under her breasts, pretending to be stretching, but in reality just posing for the camera. "That's the warm-up for today, simps! If you want to get a full regimen subscribe to my other stream!"

"Your outfit today is awesome Jilliette," and messages quite like it flowed through the chat. A twenty dollar donation came through for a 'Body spin.' with an animated head crying "Show us what you got!" as the donation sound effect.

"Aw, well, I guess I can give you a quick spin," Jill smirked at the camera as she tapped a button out of view, changing to a third camera that is positioned at a sitting height. There's a strip pole in the background of the shot but currently a sturdy bar chair with a spinning seat is in the center of the shot. Jill came back into view and gave a wave at the camera before posing in front of it, slowly moving around to show off her outfit and very fit body.

Barry didn't know what to say. It sure looked like Jill, but the last time he saw her she definitely wasn't this well trained. He considered the possibility that she might have a sexy streaming sister or even a twin. but he couldn't explain how they shared the same name.

"Alright, that's enough for now, you pervs," she said to a mic as she walked out of view. The video returns to the streaming table. "Time to show you how to play Zombie Dungeon 4 with extra challenges. It's time to vote for my punishment if/when I lose! I got a bottle of... mexican liquid magic and glasses ready, but we also have some nasty chilis and some other physical punishments. Tell me what to put inside of me, chat!" she said. At the end she momentarily leaned in with a husky voice and pressed her cleavage up for the camera. "Meanwhile I'll read some donos!"

Barry couldn't do anything but believe that this was Jill, even if it was unbelievable. The video is over two years old. He ponders momentarily if she's had an existential crisis in that period. If that was the case, He thinks Roxanne should have been able to tell and be a bit less abrasive.

"Some people should go easy on the bottle," he muttered to himself as he closed his phone and started to get up.

As he did so, Barry realized he felt... very full, his belt digging slightly into his waist. He found the experience strange, as he didn't eat any more than what he usually does. He paused as he looked down at himself, realizing he's thin. Not only that, but he looked to be in great shape! "What the fuck?" he whispered to himself as he freezes up for a moment, patting his disappeared beer gut.

He glanced around the vicinity, looking for incoming trouble and emergency exits. He wondered if authentic Italian pizza includes psychedelic mushrooms, because he suspected he is either having a stroke or he had been given some **** altering his perception of reality. Adding to the confusion, a thought reminds him he really should be going back to the hotel room to get ready for a party. But, for some reason he finds himself remaining surprisingly calm. After all, he'd been trained excessively to handle being **** or incapacitated in various ways.

He stood still for a moment as he tried to recall where he got that sort of training. "Not exactly Computer Science curriculum," he smirked quietly at himself, but no answer immediately came to mind. He shook his head, glancing around casually to see if anyone seems to be watching him as he begins moving towards the exit of the convention center, looking to catch a cab to the hotel to see what the hell was going on.

As he quickly inserted himself into a cab and gave the driver instructions, giving the name curtly and with an intimidating gaze that made the driver go quiet and hit the accelerator.