Better pick one to watch.

Currently, three different “stream-starting-soon-screens” were playing on loop. Although technology had come quite far, it still wasn’t feasible to watch all three at the same time. That said, there were options- and you could always catch the VODs later.

First up was Cesya Sodium 4-hydroxy-3-(2-(4-methyl-3-((phenylamino)sulfonyl)phenyl)diazenyl)-1-naphthalenesulfonate... and yes, that was her actual full title. Most people just defaulted to "Sodium" as her last name, or more often than that, "salt"- which definitely wasn't because of her attitude, or smug confidence, or anything like that.

Cesya’s utterly incomprehensible stream name cycled past on her chemistry-themed preparation screen, as if her fans needed reminding of how absurdly unwieldly it was. Her bright, red-orange hair was apparently the reason she’d chosen that specific chemical name for a similarly-colored dye, although that might have just been her particular brand of insanity. Given that her chat was already full of oranges and salt-shakers- emoji only available to her supporters- they were all for it, at least.

The animation of bubbling beakers and chemical reactions giving rise to a dozen copies of herself, each one reenacting one of her stream highlights, played on loop, until the scene finally faded to black. One unseen transition later, Cesya stood before a table practically ready to buckle from the amount of military hardware stacked on and all around it, clad in a primarily black skin-tight suit that left precisely nothing to the imagination.

There might not have been a great quantity to imagine up top in the first place, but mentioning that was asking to get kicked from chat. Cesya’s short frame made up for her lack of height and bust in other ways, after all- especially below the waist. Her ass was huge.

Huge by Inryo standards.

With hips easily more than double the width of her shoulders, thighs very nearly as wide as the slimmest part of her waist, and an ass so large that it could probably do more structural damage to the table behind her than the immensely heavy rifle designed to hunt skyscrapers on top of it, there was no getting around how unreasonable her figure was. There was no getting around her at all, in fact. Her smug grin really told the whole story about how she felt about her proportions... though given the extra-stable firing stance this gave her, and her experience with this type of game in general, Cesya’s expression wasn’t entirely unwarranted.

She would have had that same expression in basically any other circumstance anyway. That was, unless, she was playing Gloria in Block Stack again. That was a nightmare, and Gloria was a T-spinning demon.

On her own home turf, however, things would go a little differently.

“For those of you just now tuning in, let me congratulate you on picking the right stream to watch. Unless you’re hoping to see me lose, that is. Vote for whatever terrible, unbearable punishments you want, chat, I’m not losing today.”

An uncountable number of salt shakers filled the chat, though that was rather the point. Before things got started, it was worth checking out the other streams- and it appeared as though the next one was about to kick off.

The blonde knight Gloria Steiner’s intro splash-screen was like something out of those old-style role-playing games the children were supposedly all into nowadays, with the noble blonde knight standing front and center. Her gleaming armor plates adorned a white ballroom dress whose many ruffled layers still spoke to a deep inner femininity. That, and her exposed, pale shoulders, even if the left one was half-covered by a pauldron. The fashionable asymmetry went further, with a long feather ‘wing’ accessory on the left side of her blonde bangs. Unlike many such designs, though, her chestplate didn’t curve.

Which is why it was absurd that, even beneath that, her sheer busty heft was still evident.

When the camera cut back to her actual model, the one she’d be using inside the game which was mapped to her absurd hourglass proportions, which were much more tightly revealed by that skintight bodysuit. It was a way to show almost everything while still maintaining technical decency - the best kind. She had curves for days, her sharp, powerful ocean-blue eyes and their driving glare being perfectly contrasted by a body hand-crafted for other activities. Sure, her hips were wide. Too wide, even for her custom-designed gamer command chair, which visibly bobbed when she made the slightest movements, and whose hydraulics hissed and whined.

Who knew how much trouble it would get her into now that they were going into Full Dive, and not just ‘playing’ the game… the game would be their own reality. Even a 1:1 recreation of her normal "set" in 3D felt a little smaller and tighter than it should have been. Naturally, that meant her ignoring of certain physical space limitations would be all the more troublesome, considering how often she got herself wedged into places, and thus left helpless.

That wasn’t uncommon for a lot of them. It was the chest that set this streamer apart from her comrades, though. For it was every bit as obscene, threatening to spill out at any moment and squish against her keyboard. In fact, there had already been a few incidents on stream of her doing some critical task, something that required absolute focus and control… only to mash those puppies in and welp, time for penalty games.

Not that she would be doing that on purpose, she would be quick to suggest in thickly-accented, richly arrogant, forceful speech. She was still learning the language a bit over here, after all, but a girl who was trying her best was always cute. She sounded practically like a native speaker! Anyone to suggest otherwise among her fanbase, the Knights of Glory, will get an execution between her thighs.

That didn’t seem to dissuade all the playful bullying, though, if anything it was a perfect incentive. Almost like she wanted it that way, or that was the entire focus of her character.

“Let us get to doing zis.”

For the sake of reader and writer alike, her future lines will be rendered in normal words, but the accent was voted many times as one of her major charm points by Overseas Bros.

There was still one other stream to check up on before deciding which to focus on. Luckily, this particular idol made it a habit to be a couple minutes late to start events. No one was sure why, but no one was sure why Amaya did anything. It was just another one of her offbeat charms.

Amaya’s loading screen evoked a tropical paradise of white sand, crystal-blue water, and bright shining sun. Swaying palms added green and brown to the expanse, the sounds of ocean waves and blowing wind backed by a soft, simple backing music that was just barely there, steel drums and whispering woodwinds going silent for long stretches at a time. The camera panned slowly, a small 2D version of Amaya walking across the beach, past tiki heads, colorful umbrellas, and the occasional easter egg in-joke that would take an hour to explain.

Most wouldn’t have noticed the “Starting soon…” banner being swapped out for one that said “Starting now!”, if not for the looping graphic finally coming to an end, the camera panning across a tiki-bar counter laden with a rainbow of tall, tropical-themed drinks, the little 2D Amaya finally reaching her destination.

The camera zoomed into a particularly large, empty glass, and in a flood of some bright-orange drink, the scene transitioned to Amaya’s current stream.

She appeared to be in some grand planning room, with a holographic globe glowing behind her. Screens lit up with scrolling text, satellite images, and technical drawings could be seen even further back, and lockers full of all sorts of gear could be seen at the edges of the camera’s view. Amaya herself sat in a grand-looking chair, a map placed on the table beside her with little people-shaped objects placed upon it.

It would have been an almost jarring transition, if not for the numerous tropical-themed pin-up style posters in view, the tropical drink well within Amaya’s reach on the table, or the hangar doors in the far back being wide-open to reveal a very similar tropical paradise to the one seen in her loading screen, just behind some decidedly old-looking military green vehicles.

With the simple motion of changing her seating position, uncrossing and then crossing her thick thighs over one another again, she drew all attention back to herself. Long snow-white hair framed her beautiful, tanned-brown complexion, the vast majority of which was visible thanks to her choice of gear. Although it looked to be made of some futuristic material, and had plenty of straps to mount various pockets and gear to, her top was undeniably little more than a bikini. Her midriff was completely bare, a pair of tights made from the same material looking just barely adequate to contain the width of her hips, or the immense mass of her thighs. Although one couldn’t tell from the way she was seated, the sheer extravagance of her commander’s chair indicated that the suit couldn’t have been doing much better for her rear than it did for her flanks.

“Operation Storming Beach is a go! The mission briefing is simple- ah, but this is for your eyes only! Don’t let the enemy see unless you’d like me to remove them, okay?”

Amara was always a master of setting the stage properly, even though this type of game was far from her usual faire. She did have a taste for strategy titles, though for the most part, she was known for marathon runs of extremely long, content-packed RPGs, strategy titles, and open-world adventures. Her infectiously sunny, cheery attitude gave way to dark humor and jokes so readily that it was impossible to see them coming, even when you knew of Amaya’s “sense of humor”. Endless thirty-second clips of her streams “going wrong” were all over the internet at this point- and they only seemed to make her more popular as a result.