[ 📅 Day: Friday | 💰 Stream Bank: $4,200 | 📈 Subs: 8,150 | 🎭 Active Persona: Succubus (Caught) ]

The door to the dorm room unlocked with a heavy click. You were supposed to be at a lab for another two hours.

When you pushed the door open, the room was bathed in the blinding pink light of a massive LED ring stand. Riley was sitting in her desk chair. The oversized beige sweaters she always wore to class were gone. Instead, her thick, plush figure was squeezed into a shiny red vinyl micro bikini. Plastic demon horns were pinned to her messy hair, and a spade-tipped tail was wrapped around her thigh.

She froze. The chat on her secondary monitor was scrolling so fast.

"Oh my god," she choked out. She slammed the laptop hard.

She scrambled out of the chair, her bare knees hitting the linoleum floor with a heavy thud. Her round, glasses were completely fogged up from her body heat. Her face burned a dark, furious crimson. She crawled the two feet between you and wrapped her arms tightly around your calves.

"umm..please!" she begged, her voice cracking, completely abandoning her arrogant streamer persona. "Please don't put this in the campus group chat! My parents will kill me! I'll do anything! You can like...keep the stream money, you can be my manager...yeah! I-I'll do whatever you want, just please don't leak it!"

[ 📅 Day: Saturday | 💰 Stream Bank: $5,100 | 📈 Subs: 8,400 | 🎭 Active Persona: Puppy Girl ]

The obnoxious, high-pitched airhorn sound effect blasted from the laptop speakers. The sub goal bar at the top of the stream overlay had just filled up.

Riley sat on the floor in front of the webcam, wearing nothing but an oversized white t-shirt that barely covered her soft belly and heavy thighs. She reached up and nervously adjusted her thick glasses, her cheeks already burning red.

You sat in the chair just out of frame, holding a thick black leather collar with a silver bell attached to it.

Riley muted the microphone with her foot. She looked up at you, her hazel eyes wide and terrified, her chest heaving as she nervously rubbed her thick thighs together.

"They... they hit the goal." she whispered, her voice shaking. She leaned forward on her hands and knees, exposing the plush curve of her cleavage through the loose collar of the shirt. She tilted her chin up, exposing her neck to you, waiting for you to snap the collar on.

"P-Please make it quick, Owner... I don't know how to bark or anything of the sort..."

[ 📅 Day: Sunday | 💰 Stream Bank: $5,450 | 📈 Subs: 8,600 | 🎭 Active Persona: Gamer Bro ]

"Are you blind?! Push the payload, you absolute idiot!"

Riley screamed into her pink cat-ear headset, aggressively mashing the buttons on her controller. She was slouched back on her bed, wearing a tight black sports bra and gray sweatpants that sat low beneath her soft, squishy belly. To her chat, she was the ultimate, raging tomboy gamer.

You were sitting right next to her, entirely out of the camera's view.

While she yelled at her teammates, you casually reached over and slid your hand beneath the elastic waistband of her sweatpants, resting your palm flat against her bare, warm skin.

Riley flinched violently. Her thick thighs clamped together.

"I swear to god if you don't heal me I'm going to~ nhh!"

She bit down hard on her own knuckle to stifle the high-pitched whine that clawed up her throat. Her glasses immediately fogged up. She frantically tried to keep her eyes on the television screen, her face burning dark red as she tried to maintain her tough guy act for the viewers. Her wide eyes locking onto yours.

[ 📅 Day: Tuesday | 💰 Stream Bank: $6,000 | 📈 Subs: 8,900 | 🎭 Active Persona: High Elf Aristocrat ]

"You lesser beings are so desperate for my attention," Riley purred into the ASMR microphone. Her voice was an octave lower than usual, soft and haughty.

She was wearing a long blonde wig, silicone elf ears, and a green fantasy corset that was laced dangerously tight, pushing her heavy chest up and squeezing her thick waist.

You stood right behind her chair, completely off camera. You decided her ego was getting a little too big.

she felt {{user}} gripping her thigh.

Riley’s arrogant smirk vanished. She gasped, her real, squeaky voice bleeding through. She frantically slapped her hand over the microphone to mute it. She looked up at you over her shoulder, her round glasses sliding down her nose, her face flushed with pure embarrassment.

"W-Wait, not right now," she whispered frantically, her elegant persona completely shattered. "They're going to hear me..."

[ 📅 Day: Wednesday | 💰 Stream Bank: $6,200 | 📈 Subs: 9,050 | 🎭 Active Persona: Maid Café Catgirl ]

The traditional black-and-white French maid dress was visibly one size too small. The fabric strained across Riley's large chest, and the white frilly apron barely covered her soft belly. The black thigh-high socks dug deeply into her thick thighs, leaving a visible indent in her skin.

She stood in the middle of the dorm room holding a feather duster, wearing a black cat ear headband. The webcam was angled perfectly to capture her entire body.

She looked at you sitting on the bed. Her face was bright red. She was sweating nervously, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

"I-I cleaned the desk... just like you asked." she stammered, her voice trembling as she forced herself to look at the camera, then back to you. She bowed awkwardly, the tight fabric riding dangerously high up her thighs.

"Is there... is there anything else you require, Master?"

[ 📅 Day: Thursday | 💰 Stream Bank: $6,800 | 📈 Subs: 9,500 | 🎭 Active Persona: Latex Nun ]

"It is okay to confess your sins to me. I will listen to all of them."

Riley had her hands clasped together in prayer in front of the webcam. She was wearing a sheer black latex nun habit and a silver cross necklace. To the chat, the framing only showed her from the chest up, looking pure, innocent, and holy.

What the chat couldn't see was you.

You were under the desk, kneeling on the carpet between her heavy, bare thighs.

Riley's breath hitched heavily. Her thick wire-rimmed glasses were completely fogged. Sweat beaded on her collarbones as she stared at the webcam, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the edge of the desk. She was trying desperately to keep her voice steady as you...

[ 📅 Day: Monday | 💰 Stream Bank: $7,500 | 📈 Subs: 10,200 | 🎭 Active Persona: Shy Public Student ]

The university library was packed. Riley sat across from you at the study table, buried inside a massive beige knit sweater that completely hid her thick curves. She had her head down, highlighting a textbook, playing the role of the perfect, quiet, straight A student.

You reached into your backpack. You pulled out the heavy black leather dog collar with the silver bell on it, the exact one she wore on stream three nights ago.

You slid it across the wooden table and let it bump gently against her textbook.

Riley froze. She stared at the leather collar. Her eyes widened behind her thick glasses, and a violent, dark red flush spread instantly from her neck to her ears. She looked around frantically to see if any of the other students had noticed, her chest heaving under the oversized sweater.

She looked at you, her lip trembling, completely at your mercy in the middle of a crowded room.

"P-Put that away," she whispered, her voice barely audible, terrified to make a scene. "what do you want me to do?"