Three Bored Girls: Streaming and Changing

The real trouble started in the Valley of Defilement.

Erica was a good Souls player. Well, she was a good everything player, but she took particular pride in mastering a game that was so obviously a test of skill. And it was popular on her stream, though her numbers were still inflated far beyond what she was used to. Even accounting for the additional traffic her transformations were generating, the stream was busy; much moreso than her Overwatch one had been.

It didn’t take long in the Valley to find out why. As she died for the first time, roughly an hour into her stream, her thighs and ass began to grow puffy. Her breasts followed suit, then her legs lengthened and gained shapliness. Each **** brought new changes until she was proportioned roughly as she had been ahead of the doll TF, to the delight of her audience.

“Okay, okay guys,” She said with a flirtatious smile. Goddamn, when had she started enjoying this? “But the worst is over. Things are about to get real boring from here.”

The Depraved Ones quickly made her a liar. And that’s when things began to get weird.

Her clothes shifted into a one piece, white bathing suit. Her nails became painted to match as well. After another ****, she felt like she was wearing makeup and the chat exploded.

Woooah, that’s fuckin freaky!

Her eyes wtf

I think they look awesome!

Curious, Erica blinked, looking up at her camera. She could see the change on screen. Her irises had gone white. She blinked in surprise, but only for a moment.

“Holy shit!” she cried, scooting back.

A shift on the camera had made her jump. At first, she’d thought something was crawling on her head. Then, she realized it was her hair. The color seemed to drain from it, the black going gray and then white. It started at the roots and spread out. This was not the white and gray texture of aging, she realized as she examined it. There was no layering of the color. Every single strand of her hair had gone as white as fresh snowfall; as white as her new leotard and the stockings that now clad her legs.

“Fucking A,” She said with an exasperated sigh. “Another weird doll TF.”

She went back to the game. She was nearly through the worst of it. Just one more push and she’d be through to the bosses; a joke here. It was the terrain that killed you.

Suddenly, she was ambushed.

“Fucking son of a whore!” She cured.

Then, everything began to change. Her hair shortened to her shoulders forming waves that, while perfectly groomed, created a sort of organized messy style. Her nails turned a shiny black she could almost see her own reflection in, and she watched on the screen as dark lipstick painted her lips. The leotard warped into a lacy dress, the long sleeves and neckline of which could be seen through. It barely covered half her thigh. The stockings turned from white to intricate black lace, her creamy complexion shining through the gaps. Finally, her eyes changed color, the white iris becoming a flecked black that made them look like a starry midnight sky. They were lined with heavy eyeliner.

WTF?!!

That’s AMAZING! Holy shit!

Hmmm...a gothic theme maybe? What was the deal with the white then?

Maybe she changes colors when she dies?

As the chat marveled and speculated about her changes in turn, Erica examined herself in curious fascination….only to change again.

This time, gold was the theme. The lace dress became a tiny cocktail dress that glittered gold, so tight she could see the outline of her abs on it. It was every bit as short, but with straps replacing the sleeves and a low cut that made her feel as though her tits would pop right out. The cool air on her back told her it was backless, too. Her eyes took on a golden hue that made them look like streaky molten gold, her lips painted the metallic color. She wore jewelry now; a chain that fell between her breasts, a pair of hoop earrings, numerous bracelets at her wrists and ankles, her stockings replaced with a chain that hung from her knees over her caps with small coins suspended from it. All of it winked golden, like her hair which now fell to her waist in blonde waves. The change flowed over her like someone had poured a bucket of something invisible over her that washed away the black with shiny, glittering gold.

“Well,” She said. “I have absolutely no idea what’s going on. Except for the show.” She said, turning her attention away from her rapidly warping style.

Still, she couldn’t get that sense of surprise and curiosity out of her mind. What on earth was happening to her?

*****

The two lay on the sheets, Bianca lazily stretching back with an arm tucked beneath her head, Ash on her belly. Bianca had thrown on a tank top and panties, but Ash was naked.

Bianca watched her as she perused her phone, one leg popped into the air above her. She drank in the line of her back, the curve of her shapely ass and the pleasant way her breasts pooled beneath her. Not for the first time since this had all started, Bianca marveled at the woman’s easy, natural beauty, and wondered how she hadn’t seen it sooner.

“Enjoying the view?” Ash asked, playful blue eyes moving from the phone to meet Bianca’s.

“Mmhhhmmm.” Biana agreed.

She reached out a hand to grab Ashe’s ass. The girl let out a squeal as she pulled her close.

“I gotta mind to do a lot more than that,” Bianca said, kissing her.

Ash giggled, crawling on top of her as their lips met again. Bianca’s heart skipped a bit as she held her close.

“You’re really....I dunno. Different today,” She said. “It’s like you’re back to your old self again.”

Ash smiled, shaking her head.

“Bi, I’m better than my old self,” She said, “I’m having fun, I’ve got money coming in and I can finally be honest with you. It’s amazing!”

“That’s the afterglow talking,” Bianca said, tracing a finger along Ash’s back. “But it’s a good look on you.”

Ash giggled and gave her a peck on the cheek.

Suddenly, Bianca noticed something. She sat up, though kept an arm around Ash’s waist to keep her close.

“I think I’m...changing again?” She said. “I feel smaller. Less...y’know.”

She flexed her free arm to make the point. And yes...now that she was looking at it, she could see a difference. The muscles had reduced. She was shorter overall again, too.

“What’s going on now?” She wondered out loud.

“Oh! That!” Ash perked up. “I have a theory about that. You said you bought a thingy, right? The lesbian magnet one.”

Bianca nodded.

“Well, it’s supposed to make you more attractive to the girls around you, right?” She continued. “I think you went all She-Hulk in front of your class, and now you’re turning back to your old self now that you’re here with me.”

Bianca mulled that over. It seemed as good an explanation as any. She really was a much more clever girl than she let on.

“Yeah. You’re probably right,” She said, giving her butt another squeeze. “You...like me normal, huh?”

Ash shrugged.

“This isn’t something I’ve got a ton of control over, but yeah, it stands to reason,” She said, giving her cheek another gentle kiss. “That’s the version I nursed a crush on, right?”

Bianca smiled at that, groping her ass and returning the kiss on the lips, more fiercely. Still, something was off.

“I’m still bigger, than you though. And I feel...I dunno, stronger or something.” She noted.

“Weeeell…” Ash smiled, looking away innocently, “I did sorta like how you pinned me against the wall earlier.”

They were interrupted as her phone buzzed. It was the app. Bianca cursed and reached for it. Ash began to climb off of her, but Bianca held her in place.

“You stay right where you are,” She said, pulling it up.

It was a warning. She had 15 minutes left to make a decision. Ash’s snuggled in close, craning her neck to see the screen.

“Who ya picking? Me?” She asked.

“Not sure. Ugh...I don’t wanna deal with this right now.”

“Not sure you have much of a choice, hon.”

Bianca groaned. She wanted to shove Ash’s pretty head between her legs and enjoy the rest of the afternoon with her there, not fiddle with options and weigh her choices. Still, she was right. She didn’t want a boomerang penalty.

Beneath the names of her roommates, however, a third option glistened in rippling, rainbow letters.

Trigger Special Event

There didn’t appear to be any associated cost. She could just press the button and go. Ash seemed to be eying it as well.

“That’s new. What is it?” She asked.

Bianca gave a little shrug.

“Only one way to find out.”

She tapped it, prompting confetti to rain down across her screen. A 60 minute time appeared, along with some instructions that Bianca didn’t bother to read. She pressed a button and tossed the phone aside.

“Hey! What did it want you to do?” Ash asked, looking to where it had fallen.

Bianca placed a hand on her blonde head, turning it to face her.

“Don’t care. I got an hour to figure that out.” She said, giving her a kiss. “Right now, I want you to do something.”

She gently pushed Ash’s head down to the place between her legs. Ash giggled.

“Yes, mistress!” She said enthusiastically before taking Biancia’s nipple in her lips.

Bianca moaned as it stiffened between them, but she moved on quickly, kissing her waist, then her tummy as Ash migrated down her body. When she looked down to find her, she found playful blue eyes staring up at her from between her legs. Then, she stiffened and gasped, back arching as Ash’s tongue began to work.

*****

“Yes!” Erica cried, leaping from her chair as the boss fell before her.

She felt joyful; triumphant, even. She’d finally fought her way through this shithole.

As she pumped her fist in the air, the bracelets on her right hand turned to blue plastic ones. The dress split up the middle to reveal a strip of midriff, the top half forming into a tied off blue button up, the bottom a lighter, short, pleated blue tennis skirt. The chain became socks that rose halfway up her calf, white with a blue strip adoring them. They were tucked into a pair of blue canvas Chucks. Her eyes turned a vibrant sapphire color, her lipstick and hair a beautiful sky blue color that shortened into a perky bob that framed her face.

The chat erupted.

It’s a mood ring! It totally matches these colors and everything! One viewer observed.

That must be right, she thought, and the feeling of euphoria that enveloped her only intensified.

Her phone buzzed. It was the app again, demanding her attention. Apparently, she’d been changed again.

“And on that happy note, I think we’ll call it a day!”

The chat protested, but she was firm. She wanted to see what the app had in store for her, as well as another matter of curiosity.

“I know, I know. It’s early,” She said. “But I’ll make it up to you tomorrow, okay? Bonus day!”

That seemed to mollify them, and she left them to their chatter. Before she closed the site, she wanted to check what her stats were. What she found made her gasp in stunned, joyous surprised.

That her viewership was up in this strange new reality that saw her transforming for her audience was obvious. But she hadn’t fully realized, or perhaps hadn’t been able to imagine, the extent to which that was the case. Her viewership was astonishing. Her subscribers and participants had skyrocketed. She had a little north of 2 million followers now; enough to make her one of the top 5 female streamers in the world.

“Oh my god!” She squealed. “Oh my GOD!”

She spun in her chair, laughing at her good fortune. This was an audience she’d never dreamed of! Her mind danced with the possibilities; the pet projects she could try, the reach she could have, and the money. God, she hadn’t even thought about how much money she was making from all of this.

She knew it wouldn’t last forever, of course. The changes themselves only lasted two days at a time. As quickly as she’d felt excited, she began to worry, a grayish color seeping into her hair.

Then it retreated back to blue as a thought occurred to her. The changes didn’t have to wear off after two days. They didn’t have to wear off at all. Lunging for her phone, she pulled up the app, ignoring the message waiting for her.

Yes, she remembered now. She could use in app currency to extend the changes. She tinkered with the options. It wasn’t cheap, but the app was detailed on the costs. Simply making her streaming change permanent was $250. But extending the universal acceptance was as well. At first it seemed it would only let her keep her current change, this bizarre mood ring thing she was going for. But she found additional options to extend the streaming transformation curse, at the low low cost of $500. It would cost $1,000 in total, but who cared? She could make that in a day with the popularity she was enjoying.

She bought it without hesitating, smiling all the while. She felt like she was on a sugar high. Had she really just done that? Made permanent such a drastic change? Had she really just bought herself the life she was imagining? It seemed both frightening, and too good to be true all in one, exciting rush.

Finally, cheerfully, she turned to the notification that had called her attention in the first place.

SPECIAL EVENT The bold text read.

What followed was a list of instructions.

Welcome to the Special Event! Your target in this event is ASHLEY.

Please describe what you think of ASHLEY in three words:

Three blank spaces appeared beneath the instructions. What did Bianca think of Ash? Not much, in truth. She wished she’d drawn Bianca. She thought Ash was a vapid, silly party girl who perved out on their roommate and tried way too hard to be everyone’s personal cheerleader. She irritated Erica, and she’d done everything she could to avoid her as often as possible since they all moved in together.

Still, she had to describe the woman in three words. What to choose, even? She mulled it over, and began to type.