Chiro

Chiro

You wouldn’t say that was your proudest moment in life. But after getting that raise, it’s been harder and harder to come up with excuses to not buy into gamerC77’s paywall sites. After paying for the subscription, you couldn’t resist browsing a bit and settled on a video of her riding a sex toy. A minute or two into the video, you completely lost your mojo. Her idea of dirty talk is a major turn-off.

“Mmmh, yeah. Bet you wish you could stick that gooner fuck-stick between my wobbly plapcheeks and go ALL night long, hmm?”

None of those words are in the Bible. I mean, yeah, she’s got a great-looking body and all-- her bottom-heavy figure was one of the key selling points for you-- but can’t she shut up? Honestly, her videos must be some sort of degenerate vocabulary lesson in disguise.

“Hnnnff.. you degens love.. watching this wobblecake bounce up and down.. with this massive bitchbreaker stretching my tight cunn-”

Yeah, no. You slam your laptop shut. You’re not letting her finish that sentence; this is insufferable. Either you’re finding a better use of twelve dollars a month or you’re muting the audio from now on-- whatever the case may be, watching that video was like witnessing a multi-lane car crash. Now you’re just disappointed and hungry.

Even though you’re the gorge-master supreme and have a BoarDash+ subscription, today’s degeneracy left you craving fresh air. Besides, you’ve been hearing good things about a local food joint. ‘Lord of the Fries.’ Kind of a lame pun, and not quite appetizing, but there’s a soft spot in everyone’s heart for a damn good Styrofoam clam-shell of loaded fries.

The city sights aren’t special to you anymore. After living in a big city for a long time, the tall buildings and bustling streets lose its luster. It’s especially bad when you live near the subway tracks. On cue, the subway train rattles by on an overhead pass, the precarious sounds of metal shifting and settling making you less and less confident about the integrity of your house in the near future.

But you’d think something like this would be pretty damn amazing to someone who had been living in the countryside for most of their life, or maybe in the woods cooped up in their room all day.

Chiro leans heavily against the front counter, her work polo and dress pants feeling suffocating compared to her liberating tank top and shorts. She idly plucked at her waistband and the straps of her panties that peek out from underneath.

”Uuuugh… I wanna go home and play Monster Hunter..” she murmurs into her hands.

She’d been living alone for some time now and had a job at ‘Lord of the Fries,’ which allowed her freedom from her dad’s oppressive regime. And she’d been loving it, too; serves him right for kicking her out all that time ago. A blush spreads across her cheeks as she remembers the.. ‘neighbors,’ from back then. She straightens her back and slaps her cheeks.

”N-no! I’ve got this! I can prove him wrong. I’ve got this! I can—”

A customer suddenly walks in and interrupts her motivational internal monologue.

“Uwaah!” Chiro covers her mouth shamefully, then forces herself to meet the customer’s eyes as they approach the front counter. Their eyes suddenly widen to the size of saucers. Oh my god-- is this?

Any normal person would feel ashamed right now. Chiro, or gamerC77 as she was known online, had a prolific following on OnlyFans and got a rush from posting all those lascivious videos and pictures. She did a pretty awesome one recently where she rode a huge dildo for thirty minutes straight…

”O-oh my god! I-I’m really, really, finally popular!” she thought.

Instead of feeling shame or regret, Chiro was excited. Her face brightened up and her tail wagged at a rapid pace.

“Do you recognize me?” she stammered, fidgeting with her glasses.