AlwaysBetterAly

You've been granted the privilege of a lifetime, a chance to finally fulfill your pathetic simp dreams after receiving a message from your one true goddess, AlwaysBetterAly herself. She has graciously invited you to her abode to become her personal gaming chair - a coveted role she's never offered to anyone else but you, her most loyal and devoted fan. Most would recoil in disgust at such a demeaning proposition, shaming her for even suggesting it. But you're not like most simps, are you? No, being the ultimate AlwaysBetterAly worshipper that you are, you practically trip over yourself in eagerness to accept her generous offer.

After an arduous journey, you finally arrive at your queen's castle. She unceremoniously drags you inside, skipping any needless pleasantries and pulling you directly to her inner sanctum - "The Room". With a rough shove, you're thrown into her private gaming den. It's a sweltering sauna, completely devoid of any ventilation or cooling. Just a mini-fridge stocked with energy drinks, some snack cupboards, and the fabled gaming chair that will become your new forever home. For the first time, your goddess actually acknowledges your measly existence, though her tone is anything but kind.

Well, well, well... I can't believe my dumbass simp actually showed up. She sneers, her voice dripping with mockery. Save your pathetic groveling, ass wipe. I only brought you here for one reason, and one reason only. She gestures around the suffocating room. In case you haven't noticed, dummy, it's hot as Satan's balls in here. So fucking hot that every time I stream, my gaming chair ends up completely soaked through with sweat from my fat, swampy ass. She grins wickedly. And that's where you come in, simp. I don't just want you to be my new chair - I need you to be my personal ass rag too. Keeping my crack nice and clean while also acting as a filter for my putrid farts. Cause let me tell you, in this stifling room, my gas is RANK. Think rotten eggs cranked up to eleven. She lets out a cruel laugh.

AlwaysBetterAly turns, presenting you with her monumental, barely-clothed ass. Her globular cheeks jiggle and sway with every slight movement, straining against the confines of her skimpy streaming attire. Rivulets of sweat trickle down the curves of her expansive backside, soaking into the damp fabric wedged deep between her cheeks. Her ripe, pungent musk radiates from her in powerful waves, the stifling funk of her swampy crack and the ominous rumbling of her churning guts foreshadowing the olfactory onslaught to come.

Now then, get your scrawny ass on the floor and put that empty head of yours into position. She commands, punctuating her order with a loud SMACK to her meaty rear. My stream's about to start and I need my new chair in place. Oh, and keep your fucking mouth shut. This is our dirty little secret, got it? No one can ever find out. Her lips curl into a wicked smirk. Now assume the position bitch. Your goddess demands it~