Meanwhile, The Streaming Execs are having a meeting.

"Gentlemen, we have a situation." Mr Oswald Hasting's, CEO of the world's leading streaming service said, leaning over the large conferance desk. He looked more than a little haggard. This was not the sort of call he had been expecting to ever be called in for and to make it worse this disaster had dropped just before a major shareholder meeting.

He'd swiftly called an executive meeting to try and figure out what the fuck to do about the "Ally" situation as it was being called but he'd not been able to dodge Carlo Christoph, the largest shareholder and therefore the defacto leader of the upset mob of investors. As such, as well as the entire top level executives_ _being there in person, almost all the shareholders had dialled in remotely as well!

There was a lot of money and a lot of power concentrated bearing down on Hasting's through a laggy and low definition Teams call!

Despite being a fairly experienced and ruthless exec, he was feeling the pressure, not helped as Carlo's lightly accented voice sneered through the link, the ancient media mogul's lined face more closely resembling a decrepit pug than the handsome playboy billionaire he had been in his youth.

'Ya don't say Os, The fuck is going on over there?'

Oswald adjusted his tie and winced, nodding gratefully as his assistant Jenny brought him a glass of water, although right now he was wishing for something stronger.

'Well...Carlo, it appears that one of streamers has somehow bypassed the censorship and appropriate content limits we have in place and is streaming...ah...explicit content.'

'Explicit!' Carlo chocked out, going a dark shade of purple, jowls quivering, 'It's more than just "explicit" look at this fucking filth!' The thick man appeared to be somewhere hot and sunny, maybe in the carribean somewhere but his face, along with hundred or so other incredibly rich shareholders dissapaered and the large presentation screen was the aforementioned streamer.

Her big, jacked body, wobbling tits and big, eager dick were front and centre as she squealed and bucked pornographically.

'Why the fuck have you not thrown her off yet!' Carlo bellowed and Oswald swallowed and tried to stammer something before turning helplessly Adams, the head of technical mangement.

Who had gone sheet white and apparently catatonic in his seat...

Fucking brilliant.

'H-he's been like this since he found out Mr Hasting's sir-' A quiet, mousy brunette woman said, adjusting her large glasses and gulping as every eye in the room turned to her.

'Who are you?' Oswald said, eyebrow raised as he looked her up and down. She wasn't one of the execs that was for sure, she looked more like a low level IT gopher.

'T-Tina Sir, I'm uh...' Her eyes flicked to the still playing stream of Ally furiously frigging her pussy and blushed furiously before rallying, 'I'm one of the software debuggers and um...Well...Mr Adams just grabbed me and dragged me up here before collapsing...He looked a little lost...'

Fuck, aren't we all.

'Well...Seeing as Mr Adams is...unresponsive...Do you have any idea why we cannot pull the plug?'

'Oh! Um...Well she appears to be some kind of dubug version of the site with higher admin rights than...um...what we have...'

'But we own the platform!'

'Um...Yes...We're at a loss...but we're working on it...it's difficult though, the sheer volume of viewers is slowing the system down-'

'Volume?' Oswald asked, 'There are a lot of people watching it?' Despite the viral nature of the stream, he'd been more preoccupied with the coverage off the site and what it meant when every single advertiser pulled thier investment at the same time. He hadn't actually known people were activley watching it!

'Oh yes! Ally is very successful!' Tina bubbled and then flushed again, burying herself deeper into her biege cardigan in the ensueing silence.

In a rare act of mercy for her, Sophia Houseman, the Head of Commercials saved her, the formerly ruthless blond had adopted a resigned, laconic air and a half empty glass of whiskey sat infront of her as she drawled out,

'Oh yes, our freaky little Ally has come out of nowhere and in one afternoon racked up more than double the earnings any of our top streamers have made in their entire careers~'

'Really...' Oswald said musingly, losing himself for a moment as the dollar signs appeared in his head before-

'Are you fucking serious?' Carlo's voice cut in, snapping him back to reality and everyone's attention back to the screen which was still displaying Ally's stream,

'What fucking next? I'm dumping all of this stock as soon as the market opens-'

'Please Carlo be reasonable-'

'Don't fucking "Please Carlo" me Oswald you little shit, I swear if you don't-

[SPLURT]

The trajactory of the world's future shifts significantly as two or three hundred of the world's top investors become much more invested in Ally's stream!

'-Don't give this sexy bitch front page I'm gonna come down their and smack you with my fucking cock!' Carli Cunts, the most famous pornstar and media baroness in the world drawled, her huge tanned body lounging on a huge deckchair on the fore of her private mega yaught. Her perfectly unblemished body, bronzed and rippling, two huge golden globes visible through her gauzy, white neglige. It blew softly in the wind, her thick, defined thighs visible as one of her many servants rubbed oil into them, her dainty hands dwarfed by the massive hamstrings.

Another gorgous woman ran her delicate hands over Cindi's wide abs, fingers working into the ridged groovs while two more struggled to oil her golden tits while two more massaged her perfect feet. There was even one, her favorite, whose job it was to faun, worship and suck on her balls.

Several golden bands, heavy, tight cockrings ran up her fuckstick, diamond encrusted and matching her glittering crown, nestled atop of thousand dollar blond bouffant which wobbled as she inclined her head, signalling one of her handmaidens to pop a grape in her mouth for her, chewing on it as she waited for Oz's reponse.

Oz folded her defined arms under her large chest, grunting in relief as the shirt split open, her pale tits falling free. The pale, dark haired bitch flicked her blue highlighted hair back over her shoulder in contempt as she viewed the hundred or so rich, indolent futa's lounge, laze or in many occasions activley fuck as she and her team worked on the situation groundside.

'Cindi, I fucking love you but I swear, don't fucking tell me how to run my company.' The prickly vixen almost snapped at Cindi before her assistant, Sarah put a gentle hand on her shoulder and handed Oz another glass of water which she took thankfully.

She was even more thankful as the tatted PA knelt down and began to unbuckle Oz's belt and hiking her black, hip hugging jeans down, letting her own ivory dick flop free and exposing her own inked up thighs. Oz grunted in satisfaction as her goth assistant throated her dick with practiced ease. She was once more thankful that she had hired Jenny, although, the narrcasistic business exec had originally brought her on because the tatted bitch looked so much like herself.

The excellent administration skills were just a bonus after she had pounded her doppleganger's every hole in every concivable position and situation.

She tugged on her aching nipples and sighed as Jenny set to work. She had actually got Cindi and the other shareholders attention by flashing her cock and her assistant's large, toned pale peach of an ass.

Good. Maybe they would listen to what she had to say.

'This was not how we were supposed to introduce our first mainstream futa streamer-' She said, pinching the bridge of her nose

'Like I said, the income stream has been...mph...more than excellent-' Sophia purred as she slowly rocked her wide hips back and forth, thrusting her dick into her own PA, a thick, drooling bimbo with long, asslength blond pigtails. Sophia, Oz's raven haired rival was making good use of said pigtails, yanking them back as she sleeved her fuckpole deep into the drooling bimbo.

'Focus groups love Ally-' Sophia said, eyes glittering as she sized Oz up, greedy for her top spot.

The two alt futas were old friends, bitter enemies and passionate fuckbuddies.

'What focus groups?' Oz said, grunting as a fat wad of pre squirted down Jenny's throat and Sophia grinned back before slapping her bimbo's ass hard,

'This one! What do you think of Ally, my precious little fucksleeve?'

The bimbo moaned as she was pulled up by her hair, back arching and tits wobbling as she drooled from fat, pink lips,

'I looooovvve huge cock-' She moaned before squirming and squirting, much to Sophia and the other shareholders amusement.

'See! And the numbers don't lie Oz, we're making bank, obviously the public love Ally-'

'Haaaahh! FUcck!' Tina grunted as she blew her own thick, white load into Adams's huge, MILFY ass, completly plastering her boss's porcelean globes before shoving her beneath the table.

'Something to add...Tina was it?' Sophia cooed, her voice more than a little mocking as she always loved bullying her subordinates but this little firecracker wasn't having it.

The copper haired asian stood up and gripped Adams's head in her hands, dominantly throatfucker her MILFY Futa boss while shooting Sophia a contemptious look despite her low station,

'Yeah, I do actually you vapid cunt-Hnng-' She bent over slightly, her abs flexing as Adams's miracle mouth went to work on the young techie's dick, 'You spew shit about focus groups but I'm the one with the analytics, from what I can tell, the vast majority, if not all of the viewers off this stream are futa's themselves-If we wanted to put a good foot forward we've fucked it as hard as you're fucking that brainless slut!'

That shut Sophia up for a bit and Oz grinned to herself. This young techie had balls!

Although the news itself wasn't great. Sure, they were making a fuck ton of money but this could easily be a one off event as despite all her top girl's being mean, cut-throat alt cunts, this had been their attempt to monitize in a more...PG situation.

Futas had something of a reputation which today had shown was more than warrented.

'Tina is right, we were supposed to be marketing to people other than futas-'

'Fuck them-' Cindi purred, 'A purely futa audiance is obviously more than profitable-' She took a moment to be fed another grape before shoving her ball servant into her gonads with a wicked grin as she partially smothered the sexy young woman in her fat balls.

'All this has proven is what I already knew, we don't need non-futas. We're far superior to them in every way anyway-' The richest and most powerful futa in the world purred, delighting in the adoration her maidservants were showing his chisled body. A huge glob of precum left Cindi's cock as she casually flexed a bicep, her long, golden fingernails flashing in the sunlight. The oiled, tanned bicep bunched into a huge, unyielding ball of strength and her various maidservents all went weak in the knees, their naked pussies obviously glistening.

'Do what I say Oz, I want that slut everywhere. Shirts, drinks, fucking sex toys, Ally is now our brand.'

And with that, Cindi simply ended the call.

'Fucking arrogant cunt-Hnnngg!' Oz grunted, her own powerful body going tense as Jenny drained her balls at the perfect moment. It was a fucking huge load as well, fueled by her frustration at the situation and she noticed Jenny's defined gut bulge with her batter. She shudderd then pulled her assistant to her feet and pressing her lips against her almost twin.

Fuck having a subby, hyper efficient near clone nearby was fucking hot.

'I wouldn't feel to bad about it Oz.' Sophia said, dropping her spent fucktoy who was now a twitching mass of tits and spunk. 'Cindi's a futa supremecist cunt but she's normally right and we can has out the details with Ally probably, maybe do some SFW stuff...' Her cutthroat persona had diminished somewhat now her balls were empty and she was pulling her black, spiderweb dress down over her gorgous body.

Oz grumbled but was distracted as Tina, the confident yet low level techie lost her grip on Adams and her boss, spunkbrained collapsed to the floor, twitching and orgasming herself,

'Fuck!' The auburn haired punk said as her boss giggled and grunted on the floor, not much better than Sophia's bimbo sleeve. 'Fuck! I-Fuck!' She said, more than a little flustered,

'Eh, Don't worry about it Kid-' Sophia said, finishing the rest of her drink in one solid belt before slapping Tina on the ass, apparently not at all out of joint by Tina's's insubordination to her earlier.

'Yeah, She'll be okay-She's a fucking lightweight, always has been-Anyway...this has been a fucking mess...Fuck it...Let's hit the bar and figure this out on Monday...'

'Fucking A. Hey, You, Tina was it? You wanna come with?'

'Me? With you guys? I'm just a IT grunt?'

Oz sighed as she opened the door and lead the four of them to the elevator,

'Not for much longer if you play your cards right, I liked your balls back there-'

'Figuratively or literally?' Tina says, her peachy ass squashing against the elevator wall as she stands, legs spread, displaying the outline of the aforementioned balls,

Oz snorted, 'Figuratively, I gotta inspect the ones hanging between your legs more closely before I come to a decision about them.' The confident boss grins, returning Jen's eager smile.

'Remind me tommorow morning to look into your record.'

'-After she cleans my spunk our her pussy-' Sophia interjected, nudging Oz and palming her ass, to which Oz rolls her eyes,

'Sure Sophia, whatever you say. But fuck that for now, let's party tonight. I want to make the most of it because we've got a fuck ton of work coming our way I think.'