Lynn prepares to stream something steamy.

Joy whipped her elegant wig off her head, freeing her dirty blond locks. She finished unzipping her parka and tossed it aside with a relieved sigh. Her Mei cosplay was thick and full, but not nearly as thicc as her unveiled body. Joy's assets just couldn't be contained: her breasts squeezed together in a massive swell of cleavage, highlighted by the too-tiny blue cami she'd worn under her parka. Her big white bra peeked around its edges, decorated by snowflake print. Beneath all her voluptuousness, her Mei-styled lycra leggings clung tight to her oh-so-squeezable thighs.

Joy looked down at her chest and groaned at the sweat glistening in the valley of her cleavage. "Damn," she sighed again. She slid a hand inside her bra, cupped her heavy breast and swept her fingers deep inside its soaked cups. "Boob swamp is the worst."

"Oh, no! It must be so horrible to have big boobs!" Lynn stuck out her tongue teasingly. "You poor girl."

Lynn shot a glance at her stream chat. They were going nuts.

つ ◕_◕ ༽つ Give TITS つ ◕_◕ ༽つ
OMG BOOBS
TAKE IT OFF
つ ◕_◕ ༽つ Give TITS つ ◕_◕ ༽つ
MEIMEIMEIMEI

They didn't care about her AFK D.Va. They didn't care about Lynn's attitude. All they wanted was Joy's body. A flash of jealousy burned Lynn's chest. Then she saw the donation.

WonxBronx has donated $40.04: More coming if you strip her like Police Girl

Lynn wasn't for sale. She wasn't a shameless camgirl who'd give herself up for a few bucks. But with her chat exploding, her subs climbing, her infamy growing... she wasn't the cute, sassy little Bunny Hapa from a few days ago. She was bold. Brave. Fearless. She'd stood in front of a crowd in nothing but three scraps of pink cotton and they'd loved her for it.

She was a sexy beast.

"Hey, Joy, let me get you some water," Lynn said, trying to sound concerned for her friend. Her heart was beating so loudly that she couldn't hear her own voice. "You must be so dehydrated."

"You have no fucking idea," Joy groaned. She lay flat on the bed, right in front of the fish-eye camera in Lynn's laptop. "I was roasting all day long in this ski gear shit."

Lynn minimized the tiny picture of her stream and hurried to grab her friend a bottle of water from the hotel's minibar. Even away from the computer, she could see and control the stream on her phone's connected app.

"I'm sorry for making you be Mei in this weather," Lynn lied. "I knew you wanted to be Torb, but you're just so..."

THICCCC
TIT-TACULAR
BOOTYLICIOUS

"I know," Joy sighed, sitting up and looking at Lynn. "People loved the cosplay. I'd just love to get out of it."

Lynn bounced beside her friend on the bed and held out the water. Joy sat up and accepted it with a grateful half-smile, then downed half the bottle, letting some of the water spill down her cheeks and dribble down into her cami's canyon of cleavage.

Lynn delicately traced her finger over the soft blue of Joy's cami and inched them off her shoulders. The thick, sweaty straps of Joy's bra were digging deep, leaving angry red lines in her skin.

"You should rest," Lynn said with as much concern as she could muster over her nervousness.

"Yeah..." Joy sighed. "God, I'm sore."

There would be no better time to push things with her prickly friend. It was now or never.

"You want me to give you a massage?" Lynn asked.