Yep - as long as Anne is... contained, the three of them are a PERFECT addition to her stream.

"Actually, you know what? Screw snorkeling. I just did that yesterday. We are gonna do something with the four of us!" Addie's eyes positively sparkled as a huge grin spread on her face. Turning around, she yelled towards the others still sitting on the bath towel: "Moonicaaa! Get the big beach ball and get over here, we're playing volleyball! With a bet for chat!"

"Uh, volleyball? Doesn't that involve... a lot of jumping...?" Jamie looked down at herself - the frilly hem of her swimsuit hid things pretty well, but she'd surely flash the stream and half the beach if it started flapping around during any kind of wild physical activity. "I mean, I... a-and mom... Micaela too, we're..."

"Don't worry - we're playing here in the water, so we're not going to move and jump all that much. Although I'm kinda counting on a lot of... movement."

Addie's smile was equal parts lewd and mischievous. Once again, Jamie was reminded that the streamer girl's brain was at least as big as her tits - she was playing her audience like a fiddle while keeping everything just within the confines of acceptability. And the futa couldn't even fault Addie for her approach to work and life in general; it wasn't like the blonde had many other options, at least none that let her be in control like this. Also, considering that Addie had managed to get Jamie an entire new wardrobe, anything Jamie could have said would have been a tad hypocritical.

"Not too much, though - chat is already spamming BumbleTOS..."

"Bumbletoss? Are those emotes throwing you around or something?" For all her time spent gaming, Jamie had no idea about any of that streaming stuff.

"No, no," Addie giggled, bumping her shoulder into Jamie's playfully and showed the futa her phone. To the right of the camera, a stream of messages rolled past, many with small pictures included in them. "See the one with the blinking TOS? That stands for Terms Of Service. Chat spams it when we risk getting to lewd and break them. We never did so far and it's mainly a fun joke, but Monica has her work cut out for her this time..."

A shriek from where Micaela had been playing around together with Anne made them turn their heads, camera still pointed out to sea - which was for the best, because Anne had once again managed to jiggle out of her bikini top.

"You know, I'm glad I brough this as well..." Monica mused as she waded next to Addie and gave her lover a kiss on the top of the head, a big beach ball under her right arm and a small bottle in her left hand that she now waggled around. "Without it, we could spare Flinch the trouble and delete the channel ourselves."

"What's that?" Jamie asked curiously, trying to see the bottle better unsuccesfully.

"Special modeling glue, waterproof of course," Addie grinned and typed something on her phone. "I use it all the time. How the heck do you think my clothes stay on? Okay, Maggie is setting up a bet for chat - I'll explain later, now I need to prepare Anne. Jamie, you up to entertaining chat for a few minutes? Just say hi and answer a few choice questions Monica picks out?"

"Uh, buh, sure?" Actually, Jamie wasn't sure at all, but she was overwhelmed with the sudden developments - but the futa also didn't want to leave her friend hanging.

"Awesome! Chat loves you, and my mods and Monica are going to keep the pervs in check," came Addie's rapidfire reply as she took the glue from Monica and handed her lover the phone in its waterproof casing. The amazon-esque woman took the phone, set the beach ball down to let it bob gently on the waves and prepared to continue the stream. "I'll let you know when we're ready over there."

"See you soon, sweetie," Monica called after her daughter before looking at the increasingly nervous Jamie. "Relax, Jamie. Maggie, the other mods and I are gonna use the banhammer on anyone who's gross, and I'm only going to ask questions from chat that I think are alright. Of course, you don't have to answer any of them if you don't want to."

"O-Okay. Thanks, I... let's do this!"

"Attagirl," smiled Monica and pressed a button on the phone before . "Okay, chat, we're back! Hope Maggie's tunes kept you entertained. We have a little something planned, but until we're ready, our Jamie has agreed to a little AmA! So fire away, but keep the questions SFW; you know how these things work. Wanna say Hi, Jamie?"

"Hi, uh, chat, nice to meet you. Again. Because yesterday, uhm... yeah, uh, do you have questions?" Jamie felt her face heat up as stage fright took her ability to form coherent sentences and ran off along the boardwalk. How the hell did Addie just talk and talk and talk?!

"They sure do! Thanks for all the questions, chat, and thanks, Maggie, for pulling a few out for me." It probably came down to experience, because Monica didn't stammer once and seemed to know exactly what she wanted to say. The amazon grinned at Jamie encouragingly before checking the phone again. "Okay, here comes the first question: Jamie, why are you so cute?"

"Uh, I, you think I'm cute?" Jamie squeaked out, face burning even hotter at the unexpected compliment, stammering out a reply: "I... I... uh, genetics?"

"True, and a little something else, right?" Winking conspiratorially, Monica checked for the next question. "Next question: Do you go to school or college? And what do you study?"

"I actually go to college here in Bay Cove, I study marine... biology..." Trailing off as she realised she'd just given a bunch of strangers the name of the city she lived in, Jamie's eyes widened as she stared at Monica, but the older woman gave the futa an encouraging smile.

"Don't worry, Jamie, the guys are perverts, but they're alright. And they know I'd beat them up if they harassed anyone appearing on stream. And it's not like Bay Cove is some small little village, I mean, even this beach here is--"

"I object to being called a pervert," a robotic, female voice suddenly interjected - it came from Addie's phone and turned Monica's smile into a cheshire cat grin before the amazon schooled her expression. "It's true, but still. Also, yes please, mommy, beat me up, UwU."

"That costs extra, Nigel," Monica laughed, pressing something on the phone's screen. "But thanks for the 25$ donation, it's very much appreciated. And makes you our number one donator again! Guys, if you want to take top position - Nigel's only in the lead by 3 bucks. And remember, top donator of every week gets to choose the game on community night!"

In Jamie, relief and confusion mixed; there was so much going on she had never heard, seen or thought of. Apparently, people could spend money on Addie's stream to have a message read? And they wanted Monica to beat them up? But what the hell was an UwU?

"Looking at the preparations Addie is up to, we have time for one more question; sorry to all those who didn't get picked," Monica continued, raising one eyebrow with a crooked smile. "But knowing you, Maggie had to weed out 95% of you guys' questions anyways because when I say SFW, you all think the N is silent. Okay, here's the question: Jamie, will you ma... marry me? Maggie! I thought you were taking this seriously!"

Jamie wouldn't have thought that her face could have felt any hotter, but was now proven wrong. Hiding her face behind both hands, Jamie dropped into a squat into the water until only her head was sticking out of the surf. This was too much, it was so embarassing! Sure, it was probably only banter, and it was kinda fun too, but the futa was in no way used to what was happening. She'd spent most of her high school and college years cooped up in her room, for Pete's sake! These interactions were way out of her comfort zone, especially when her mind wasn't overtaken by rampant lust!

This thought actually helped Jamie calm down considerably while Monica kept interacting with chat, hopefully not filming Jamie all the while. The futa had fucked all the people she was now at the beach with, plus a few others, and now she was getting all worked up over a pretend marriage proposal? Jamie's new life was so confusing... but at least she had friends and family to help her through it all.

"We're ready, Monica! Operation Beach Volleyball is a go!"

Okay, so much for the 'helping' part.