Charity stream

"That's nonsense" D.va raged angrily as she put the controller down for a second. "How was i supposed to know that dragon would fire a lazer around like that on its final sliver of health?" she complained as she looked at the webcam. "I know. I know" she said tiredly as she reached down and slid off her bowtied high heel on her right foot and held it up as she opened chat and saw the all too familiar "feet!" chat binds as she tossed her heel away to meet the other with a sigh. "Okay, I'll beat the boss this time" she declared happily as she got back to playing.

D.va was about three hours into a 24 hour streaming event for charity that was amassing about twenty million views, all of whom were subscribed to see it, all in all generating just over two hundred million dollars, a hugely successful stream, in fact it was the most popular one the streaming platform would likely ever have. But such a stream would not happen if not for two very special reasons. The first was that this was for the nations of the world still struggling with the after effects of the omnic crisis even twenty years on, an event that resonated with many people, but the second thing was what was resonating more with the people who were watching the stream even more, the actual reason to watch the stream.

Hana Song, or D.va as she often went by, had agreed to stream video games for twenty four hours straight, but while this would bring in her fanboys without a doubt, what she had agreed to do to make the stream more exciting was what had brought in people who both adored her, were neutral towards her, or wanted to see her suffer out bitter incel tendencies or jealousy. D.va was considered the best gamer in the world despite mainly playing Starcraft, but her game sense and alertness were unrivalled, and she had maybe let that get a little bit too much to her head when the organiser of the event had stated that she needed to make a big deal out of losing if she were to die in any game. Initially he had suggested she might use some of her money to give away, but D.va had been a bit hesitant about that, believing that maybe a more radical thing would need to occur to get people to be willing to watch the stream.

She had not expected his next suggestion as she had froze as he had said it on the stream call they were having and immediately gone to close the screen. "Ms Song wait!" he had tried to stop her, but she had been too furious and spent about five minutes pouting at the suggestion. "I will not take off an article of clothing every time I die, that's ridiculous to suggest" she thought angrily as she had put the thought away, but an hour or two found herself opening the computer and calling him back. "Fine, I'll do it" she stated as he looked at her. "Are you sure?" he asked as she nodded. "Yes, but this is only because I think I can play twenty four hours without dying anywhere near enough to seriously do anything lewd on camera" she stated as an hour or so later she had finished the contract and a month later she was ready to stream.

That morning she had woken up and been tempted to wear her usual streaming outfit until she had put it on, but for such an event she knew that she should probably wear something more pleasant to look at as she took a shower and then bleached her hair. Then she put on her nicest black frilly underwear and then reached into her closet for a black dress with a low v-line that became purple near its end. She then pulled up her special tights that had black diamonds and diamonds which were normal tight meeting with one another in a patterns before strapping on the black high heels over them. Then came the final touches, a black neckpiece with a pink ribbon attached and her special black gloves before she put her now blonde hair in two pony tails on either side and with that done she put on the final part, a wireless headset with two cat ears on its rim. Or so it would seem, but there was one secret she liked to wear with the costume even on missions she had never let anyone see, not event the other overwatch girls, and that was the small tail buttplug that almost ran down out of the pink bottom half of her frilly dress.

She would never admit it, but she loved wearing that butt plug even if she desperately hoped nobody would ever get a glance up her skirt and see it hanging there dejectedly. It was her hidden guilty comfort when she would wear this sexy costume, making it secretly incredibly slutty though no-one would ever know she hoped. Thus she sat down then with a small grunt as her butt plug moved around for a second or two before she was ready to stream as Cat d.va, wanting to look her most playful and enthusiastic for the event while looking cute.

The events of the stream were that a game had to be beatable, deaths were never a mandatory unavoidable thing and the chat would decide by vote which games D.va should play. Also D.va had to play to speedrunner time and had to match it with ten percent added time. All in all those rules would have had any other girl down to her bare skin in under an hour, but two hours in D.va hadn't lost so much as a stitch and was enjoying herself as she had coasted through four titles in that time, all of them being soulslike games as she found herself yawning. The action rpg genre was not something she had ever struggled with as every boss just was melting before her eyes until she came up to the final boss of one of them and found herself suddenly wondering what had happened. Every other boss in this game so far had always kept their attacks separate, a magic attack not able to occur alongside a sword attack, but this boss had suddenly broken the trend and D.va had suddenly watched her health bar deplete in a second as she had looked up at the camera with shock and as she opened up the chat she saw that indeed it was common knowledge amongst the chat that the boss had such a bullshit wombo combo that only dying to would make you realise existed, the only cue for it being a noise before you could roll to dodge both.

More importantly something else was being spammed in chat. "Feet Feet Feet!" kept repeating as D.va shook her head and reached down to slip off her high heel on her left foot and held it up. "You got me Dread souls 34, but this will be the last time an action rpg gets me" she swore, but chat didn't care. "Prove you took off your shoe" kept getting demanded as D.va sighed and brought her shoeless foot up in front of the camera and chose to close the chat rather than see it.

Her promise about the action RPGs almost rang through as about an hour and a half later she was on the final of the voted in action RPGs, from softwares Soulskiro 4 shadow of the first abyss, getting tired of them and wishing she could try something different than the same rinse and repeat combat and bugs she was using to get through them. Ten games she had played as she was looking to beat the final boss, a japanese style dragon who could shoot fire from its front and whose tail was a lazer cannon, so generic soulslike boss two hundred. D.va once again had thought that the boss would be as easy as the other nine hundred, only for her face to sink as on the final blow, a shield of magic suddenly appeared around the boss and her character could not break through, instead she watched in horror as the boss shot her with a lazer as she panicked and wiped her healthbar in one hit as this was what caused her rage and the subsequent loss of her second shoe.

"What was that?" she asked angrily to the chat after removing her shoe and proving to the chat that she was in fact not wearing her heels any longer. "Didn't you read the lore of the items? If you had read the lore you could have figured out the boss is not killable at low health for twenty seconds and then goes motionless for you to kill" some helpful people in the chat were saying amidst all the feet spam as D.va took a sip of water and started to play again, beating the boss as she had promised as finally the action rpg part of the list sent in by people who swore they were the hardest genre despite them being nothing but visual action were done as D.va welcomed what people thought was difficult that werent just boss fights.

However the event had been organised in such a way that the top 50 most paying people could decide what games she would play, and she had fourty still to go as it seemed that the people who were paying a million or more of their money to challenge her had found some genuinely nasty ass games, particularly stuff from almost a century before. NES PS1 or even older games that genuinely were pure trial and error.

D.va however had beaten most of these games before and to the disappointment she was sure of many millionaires even though she put on a farce and her most high pitched school girl sounding wails of pretend frustration and terror. So even something as genuinely unfun as Dragons den, an NES game that was one long qte didn't frustrate her nearly enough as she wanted to pretend as she reached it and many other NES games end without much bother.

That was until a certain NES game she had heard of, but not ever really wanted to play on any of her streams had been put on the list as she felt herself frown upon seeing that legendary title on the list. "Oh no... battletoads" she just muttered as the game had earned itself a reputation over the years with sexism and racism from fascists who liked to flood game stores with fake calls for the no women no gays no coloured people versions of the game.

D.va naturally hadn't wanted to be associated with the symbol the game had become, and so she had never played it for ethical reasons. Unfortunately as it loaded up before her she felt a strange sensation of fear as she had lightning instincts, but whoever had suggested this game had placed 2 million on it, expecting her to fail as she began it then and to her surprise found it quite fun. She was willing to acknowledge the game was a broken barely functional **** trap mess for normal human beings, but then she got to the speeder bike level, a simple seeming section with a bike that could either jump or move left or right down two lanes, but the speed of the obstacles by the end of the game proved too much for her for one reason, the leather gloves of hers on the controller. For D.va didn't game intensely in this outfit usually because of the relative slippiness of the gloves. It was good for entertaining her viewers, but for the speed with which she was button mashing, to her horror her fingers slipped off the D-pad, and before she could right them, she had crashed into the obstacles of the turbo tunnel and to her annoyance had died.

And just like the screech of a defensive toad, she suddenly arched her back and on stream gave out a loud shriek of frustration as her temper flared up, she being a really bad loser as she pointed at her hand furiously. "It slipped! It slipped!" she shrieked like a petulant child as she was almost on the verge of tears as the chat were all celebrating. "Based battletoads!" was echoing through it as D.va pouted and looked at the chat before pulling her glove off and showing her painted pink fingernails as she swore this time she would beat this silly toad game and did so with a sigh as she was calming down again now.

But then she had to play the silver surfer NES game, and as someone who didn't care for the marvel franchise, about 100 movies of it and 200 shows released a year, an NES game from that company certainly wasn't her style, and within a few minutes her second glove was coming off to her chagrin as the mess of a hitbox the silver surfer had along with the general inability to distinguish background elements from obstacles led to her taking an unfair **** before she figured out what parts of her body were safe and a general idea of what might be obstacles she could dodge as she completed it with disgust and hoped that her next few games would be a bit better.

They weren't, instead they were the Shin megami tensei series, and while she realised quickly how to avoid the games BS instant **** mechanics, but even still the games did kill her twice as the copious amounts of RNG and assholish design even for the worlds best gamer left her furious. D.va was good at trying to minimise the risks of any strategy or combat game she played, but her biggest strength was dealing with consistency and mastering games, so she was left fuming with the lack of any empathy from the developers of the series as she was left seething as she was starting to feel a lot less confident now, the stream having gone on for quite a few hours now, and as she raised her feet above her table to show the viewers she was genuinely taking off her thigh high black and purple checkered socks, showing them her shapely calves, small and smooth feet and chunky thighs she was noticing now the comments were getting a lot more lewd to her embarassment.

For it seemed a lot of people had just assumed she would win every game without difficulty because she was D.va and the early chat who had been people genuinely interested in the charity aspect along with minor curiosity as to whether she might remove some clothing had obviously told the various forums and social media she was actually losing her clothing and so far committing to it.

And D.va to her horror was now looking at tonnes of comments talking about all the things they'd do to her legs as she uncomfortably brought them back down and looked at the next game with a smirk. Ghouls and goblins was a legendarily unfair franchise, but its mechanics were still solid and with ease she beat most of them, although she was increasingly aware now that she only had her cat ears before things would start to get really scary. And that little thought of hesitancy and sudden fear of what could go wrong was the hesitation she shouldn't have had, because as she was fighing the final boss of the most recent goblins series game she suddenly was dead as she was just left staring at the screen in horror.

"No! Please let me have a bonus life" she begged, only to realise she had used them up over the adventure and her character was one hundred percent dead. "Oh come on!" she thought with misery as she brought the cat ears up off her ears and down, leaving her feeling a bit silly looking in her dyed blonde pigtails as she smiled at the camera.

"I feel silly now" she admitted as she beat the game again and felt herself feeling clammy now, her armpits and forehead sweaty and her face flushed. "Alright, next game" she asked only to freeze as she watched a 20 million donation pop up and to her horror read the words she just felt her heart break at. "Mario party? Are you kidding me?" she demanded as she couldn't believe this bullshit. And by the excited emotes in the chat she could tell everyone was thinking the same thing, that there was a very high chance she was going to get fucked over by RNG no matter how she played as she smiled at the chat and held up her finger.

"I need to get a snack guys, my blood sugar is running low" she stated as she removed her headset then and slipped her phone out with her, where in the hall she immediately called the organisers with annoyance.

"What is going on here?" she demanded as they sounded confused. "Is something wrong with mario party?" they asked as she was furious. "It's complete RNG, what are you doing putting a party game on the list?" she demanded as the organiser was confused. "You didn't clarify they were banned Miss Song" he reminded her as she was left furious. "I don't want to play it, cancel it!" she demanded as he looked at her over the phone with concern.

"That'll cancel the twenty million though Miss Song" he reminded her as she felt herself pause at that. "Oh no" she could only think with dread as she imagined the headlines were she to disregard such a sum for charity, having met enough orphans from the omnic crisis who had been born in unluckier circumstances than her, and the poverty it had created as she frowned. "Can you at least call the donator? To see if he can change his mind on a game?" she asked as they did do that, but unfortunately as she suspected, whatever billionaire thought it amusing to put her under this kind of pressure to either show skin or selfishness wasn't going to change as she sighed and headed back into the room, her black and pink dress suddenly feeling light as the breeze, like it could blow off at any moment. And worse still, she was torn about what then as she remembered her butt plug was still very much inside her rectum as she wanted to remove it, but now was too late as mario party was loading and she could only just stare at the camera with a shell shocked face as she and her audience knew there was a good chance she could do everything right and lose.

And lose she did, as no matter how many of the rounds she won, the other bots just seemed to conspire against her, as eventually she was left staring at a celebrating donkey kong even as her character looked dejected in second place, but nowhere near as dejected as D.va as she looked at the chat going wild with a frown of sheer contorted embarassment and humiliation, feeling like she deserved this, she'd been a bad girl not being able to beat those games and everyone watching what she was about to do was her punishment.

"Alright. I'm going to remove my panties now... so behave" she admitted with a few tears in her eyes of shame, her pride as a gamer, her respect as an overwatch hero and her dignity as a woman all having taken a serious blow as she reached under her skirt then, looking at the emote spam as she awkwardly wriggled her frilly lace panties down her thighs, trying to not drag her buttplug out before she finally stepped up and out of them as she took a deep breath.

"These are my panties guys" she stated with embarassment as she bent down and picked them up off the ground and held them in front of the camera with a frown. "They're not modest, but please don't think I'm promiscuous. I'm a good girl I swear" she promised as even though D.va was a world superstar, her Korean heritage made her feel more like a Kpop star than a hero at times, and she still felt obliged to try and keep pure even as she ran around in a skintight combat suit that left her entire butt outline for anyone to galk at, something she and the other girls of overwatch despite their protestations all actually enjoyed as most of them had some sort of neglect or need for approval inside them.

And she was none the less as she felt millions of eyes examining her panties, scared over whether they were too plain and girlish, or too revealing and suggested she was not a virgin as she saw mixed replies. Some calling her a whore now, others emoting happily at the sight of what was inside D.vas lingerie drawer and others saying they were boring as she let them all take in the little bit of cloth she used to hide her nethers but was now showing off like an exhibit at a museum as she decided the attraction was closed for the day and wouldn't be hopefully open to the publics viewing ever again as she placed them down on the floor then and sat back in the chair uncomfortably as she could see people starting to wonder if this was real, if she had actually taken off her real panties or was sitting their with a second pair on, something she could confirm was fake as her vagina felt more exposed than it ever had even with her dress still on as she looked at the camera timidly.

"Umm... i can't show you right now. But on a maidens honour those black stringy lace were on my nethers just a minute ago everyone" she promised with a red face as she could see comments like "maiden my ass" and other people calling her a skank even if moderators were trying to remove this judgemental negativity as she started mario party again and **** her way through it, this time winning to her relief as the final few games were left now.

And the next one was worth 30 million as D.va at this stage felt fatigued, and wizardry IV, a game she hadnt even heard about she could just tell was going to have some stupid gimmick that was going to have her dress on the floor within the next hour or two as she could deal with the dated combat, but ultimately found herself at a boss she realised was completely invincible and then she was dead as she just stood up then and brought her trembling fingers to the strings that held her dress tight at the front, untying them and unthreading them through the rings on either side as she felt her dress sag immediately, but then with sobs of embarassment pushed the puffy shoulders of the dress down.

And down it dropped on camera as all around the world D.vas upper body, from her neck still with a pink bowtie on it, down to her tiny a cup breasts still covered by a black and purple frilly bra that supported practically nothing other than her areolae themselves and then down to her toned chest leading to her hips and just before the cameras view cut off, her trimmed pussy with an ironically bunny shaped mound of pubic hair above her barbie style outer vagina and the upper parts of her juicy thighs were all displayed as she looked down with sobs of shame at what everyone else was seeing on her screen as well, her flat chest while still covered by the redundant bra seeming like a bad joke now given everyone was spamming bunny emotes or lauging emojis at her pubic hair, with plenty of other more perverted comments also leeching through telling her what they wanted to do to her womanly parts as she just kept standing for a minute or so, trying to find the strength to continue the stream, to not just crouch down and put her clothes back on, or even to turn off the stream and go have a shower with plenty of **** to try and induce amnesia over this whole mortifying event.

But instead she just sat back in her chair with a huff as she was just thankful that somehow she hadn't shown off the tail yet as she looked at everyone, finding it horrifying looking at herself with her blonde dyed hair and her bra on full display to everyone.

"Alright, let's try this again" she declared with a frown as she started the whole game again, and was in tears by the time she got to the same boss again, no more the wiser on what to do as she desperately wanted to understand what was going on, why she couldn't beat Lord Hawkwind, and the sensation of utter humiliation at being bested was only worsened by the fact that as much as she was regretting signing up for this, but also thinking a bunny was a good idea for a pubic hair formation, her vagina was still something she wasn't fully ashamed of.

Her boobs though, now that was a different matter. Any of her friends knew that D.va thought size mattered a lot, a small girl as was she often felt intimidated and unworthy compared to the rest of the heroes at overwatch even now. But her breast size was a different matter entirely, for at the academy she had watched so many of the other girls growing into their bodies height wise and bosom wise while she still felt like an overgrown child, and she had an immense fear of feeling unfeminine with her tiny breasts as she unclipped her bra at the back and looked at the camera pleadingly.

"Please. I know they're small, but they're mine and I'm trying to be proud of them" she begged with red watery eyes as she slipped her bras straps off then and nervously lowered it down as instantaneously she could only cover her face in humiliation at the amount of. "flat is justice", "are you sure this isn't child pornography?" "i was expecting more" and other juvenile but hurtful jokes she was seeing as she wanted nothing more than to just run over to her bed and curl up and die, all of her doubts about herself feeling so strong there and then, having always stuffed her skinsuit to try and not look so childish compared to the tits she knew angela and so many of the other girls had and she knew it wouldn't be long now before articles about her stuffing her shirt were going to come out and call her a bad influence on little girls expectations.

"Oh... why did i agree to this?" she just thought with utter horror as she could see her own despair on the computer screen, along with her hardened nipples and the millions of people enjoying them as she just decided enough was enough.

"I'm sorry, i need to go now! It's urgent" she suddenly declared as she couldn't take it anymore, being gawked at by people all over the world she wouldn't even meet as she reached for the end stream button then desperately, trying to cover her small bosom even though the damage was done and she knew if she searched in the next ten minutes, tabloid articles about her shamelessness, her strange pubic hair trim and even how skinny or fat she was were going to air, especially back in Korea where she knew the little bit of fat she had put on her abdomen since completing the training programme was going to get her in trouble with the media and with her senior officers.

"Why did I agree to this?!" she found herself screeching again in frustration as she was about to click the button to end the stream... except...