When Sophie gets her hands on a device that can transform any part of her body on demand, she sees the opportunity to elevate her regular online stream and makes a bid for stardom. As the donations roll in, her petite look changes for that of a curvy dream. But her viewers are not easily satisfied and keep growing her in wilder and more debauched ways, as the changes paralyze her with pleasure.
Can Sophie keep it together to remain in control of her show and her transformations? Or will she lose herself to the otherworldly sensations of her obscenely empowered new self?
This fantastic 6.700 word tale contains the following themes: Transformation, hyper futa, breast expansion, ass expansion, muscle growth, multiple limbs, excessive cum, and angelification all on a very adult-rated stream.
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By Popular Demand 1:
A Multi Futa Angel Transformation
SOPHIE STARED intently at the little pill in her hand. Metallic and fully reflective, aside from a smudge of her fingerprint, she could see her face clearly on the surface, warped by its soft, ovoid shape.
So small and innocent-looking. But it would soon warp more than just her reflection.
The young woman sat in a big, comfy chair (from one of her sponsors, naturally), lost in thought as her regular viewers populated the chat of her stream in advance of the camera being turned on. Her short pixie-cut was bright pink, her face was petite and girlish, much like the rest of her - clad in a tight, pink top and a skimpy, pleated black skirt with white stockings. It worked wonders for her stream donations compared to when she first broke into the scene.
The beep of her phone reminded her of the time. Time to get this show on the road. She popped the chrome-plated pill into her mouth, swallowed, and turned towards the camera. “Good afternoon everybody!” Her voice was chipper and singsong, smile and eyebrows cheerful, bordering on the manic. “Thank you for tuning in to the stream. I am, as always, Sophie Starlight and today I’ve got a very special stream for you.”
She raised a small, black box the size of a smartphone into view. “Thanks to my fantastic subscribers, I’ve managed to procure this top-of-the-line nanobot array, promised to perform any sort of body modification on demand.” Her lips, bright pink, curled into a smirk, the barest hint of her tongue peeking through. “That’s right, folks. Today’s stream is going to be rated Adult As All Hell, so you better brace yourself. Or rather, get those dicks out and panties off, because you, my dear followers, are going to be deciding how I’m going to look through the stream. All you need to do is to donate to yours truly and write what you want to see. Your comments will be fed straight into the nanobot control unit and interpreted one at a time. Of course, the more you donate, the bigger the effects!”
As she spoke, the general madness of any stream chat with a large population scrolled by.
“Pink LUL”
“Morning all!”
“Notice me, Sophie-sama!”
Sophie’s heart beat like a maddened drummer, but she did not allow it to interfere with her alluring smile. She had never gone this far before… But it could be the ticket to absolute stardom.
Finally, the stream caught on to the rules of her little game. The first donation ticked in. “Bigger boobs, plz!” The text appeared on her stream in a cloud of little hearts, and as the 2-second fanfare blared over the speakers, the nanobots went to work.
A flare of heat welled up in her chest and forced a gasp out of her. She tried to play it down and placed one hand on her breast. “Ah, the classic. Tits or GTFO, right? Well, I’m happy to go for… Tits!” Her small bust swelled for the camera. Not as much as she had hoped, though, so she arched her back to help the effect along. “Aww. I was hoping to burst free, there. You need to reach deeper into your pockets for that.” She cocked her head to one side, pouting at the camera. “Won’t you help a girl out?”
The audience responded swiftly. Da-dada! Da-dada! The fanfare of her donations heralded the continued expansion of her breasts, cup size after cup size bulging forward. She traced her fingers across the visibly outlined peaks of her nipples. “That’s more like it. I knew there was a reason I didn’t wear a bra today.”
Another surge, starting to fill her top to capacity. Her neckline stretched, showing her deep cleavage as an abundance of pale, porcelain skin bulge out from her tight confines. Her eyelids fluttered, and she bit down on her lip, not even needing to ham it up for the camera. Fuck, this feels good. Almost too good. This was only the start of the stream. Could she last an entire session of this?
“Show your tits! Show your tits!” The crowd chanted in her chat, hundreds of horny viewers with their eyes no doubt plastered to the screen where Sophie squirmed and swelled.
“We’re getting there…” She purred and gave a husky moan, squeezing one breast in each hand as they advanced well through the alphabet. E, F, G, what did that even mean any more? Her boobs were the size of melons, rivaling her own head for size as they tore her top apart. The sounds of failing fabric filled the air, caressing her sensitive chest like a rough lover as the strands of cotton closed in on her. “Ah… Almost… There…”
The release of her basketball-dwarfing boobs provoked a frenzied cheer in the chat. They sprang out, huge, womanly, drooping with a majestic weight, but not as much as gravity would normally demand - the nanobots were better than that. At release, her thick, pink nipples unleashed a gush of warm milk that splattered across her keyboard.
Sophie shuddered and dug her fingers into the armrests of her chair. Fuck! I almost lost it. Outside the view of the camera, her underwear was absolutely drenched, her clit throbbing like it might burst. But she steeled herself, focused her eyes and looked back into the camera, unphased by the transformation, despite the fierce flush across her face and the beads of sweat atop her brow. “And there we go!” She continued, hefting her enormous boobs to jiggle them for her audience. “Well done. Satisfied enough that I’m a real girl now?” Her eyes flicked momentarily at the donation list. “Thank you, dear followers. Even that cheeky bugger that made me lactate at the end! I need to clean the milk off my desk, so I’ll be back in a moment!”
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“Well! Someone could not wait for me to get back from my break. And apparently I forgot to turn the nanobot donation tracker off. So fess up. Which one of you did this?” Sophie stood up and turned around, popped her hip out and held the skirt against her legs to show off her ass. “I’ve always had such a cute, little butt! But just as I was out in the kitchen, fetching some paper… My panties started to really dig into my hips, and here we are!” She paused, her fingertip on her lip as she regarded the camera over her shoulder. “Ah well. I suppose I can live with going from small and cute to a big, fat badonkadonk. That could still be cute, right? But in the seductive, large-and-in-charge sort of way, instead.”
The fanfares immediately rolled in. Sophie grinned. “I’m glad you agree.”
The heat returned to her loins as her body reshaped on demand, equally from the hard-working nanobots and her own arousal. The transformations danced much closer to her womanhood this time and gave what amounted to an intimate massage as the structure of her bones and tendons shifted to accommodate her growing backside. Her hips widened, her thighs packed on fat and muscle… And incredibly, her waist even slimmed up, counter to all the rest. “Ooh. Someone’s going for a real cartoony look, huh? A Jessica Rabbit in the flesh.” She bit her lips, trying so hard not to succumb and touch herself, even as droplets of arousal spilled down the new, sensitive skin of her widening thighs. Her huge nipples popped out, hard and already leaking milk again, albeit in slow streams that hugged the grand curve of her underboob rather than the messy gushing of their debut.
Just then, as Sophie swayed her backside for the camera, her short skirt slowly creeping up the round, fattening curve before she finally had mercy and pulled it all the way, saving it from the death by shredding that had claimed her top, another fanfare blasted from her speakers. “Aha! A tier 2 donation! From one of my fantastic, regular subscribers, I’m sure.” She turned back towards the camera, reading off the comment as she started to remove her skirt entirely. There she froze and felt a powerful shiver run through her bones. “Ah. I was wondering when we’d get freaky.”
The donation text was simple. “FUTA.” The chat reaction was a mix of confusion, disgust and celebration.
With her voice balanced on a knife’s edge, feeling like she could cum her brains out any moment, Sophie let her skirt drop out of sight and drew herself up before the camera, standing with her legs well apart and a hand on her hips, a curvaceous goddess of a woman. But that was about to change. “For the viewers at home who’s not as steeped in the terminology, you’re about to get a live demonstration.” She ran her fingers across her underwear, over her quivering slit and the little mound above. Which gave a quiver in return, and expanded, elongated, filled up her panties to capacity with a long, fat bulge. “A futa is… A chick with a dick. Observe.”
Her cock grew too big to be contained, overwhelmed the meagre strip of fabric that held it in place and bulged out in a U-shape. With only the cockhead trapped in her panties, it filled out like a salami, before finally her fist-sized balls forced her underwear down and released her foot-long penis with a messy strand of glittering pre.
She posed with it, shifting her weight to the other foot as her slender her closed around the monstrous girth. “Looks pretty nice, doesn’t it? Thank you, Futalova99 for that donation! I hope you’re satisfied with it. I know I am.” She grinned, giving a few more strokes which let more spurts of pre drip from the tip. She caught most of it in her hand, smearing the lubrication across her throbbing shaft and getting it slick and shiny in the light. “Man, I have a feeling that things are about to get messy.”
This revelation stunned her audience enough, for bad or for good, to lead to a lull in the donations. The chat went from shock to hesitant fascination.
She decided to goad them on. “Come on, boys. This is nice and all, but don’t you know that futas are supposed to be fucking hung? This is not nearly enough.” She squeezed a fat droplet of pre from her rock-hard tool, winking suggestively. “Hell, I can’t even fuck my tits yet. Get on it and make me bigger.”
That did the trick. Donations started rolling in and the inches heaped onto her shaft. It was all she could do to remain standing, to smile for the camera. With such a sexy toy to play with, her one hand went wild, though. Slow, teasing strokes for the audience sped up, went faster and faster as she felt her fat dick grow in her hand, pushing her fingers apart.
“H-ah…” Her mouth felt dry, her breath ragged. A fever ran through her body, an oppressive lust that made her flushed and sweaty, aching and needy. Her right hand could no longer reach around her 1½ foot cock and the left joined automatically, stroking, stroking, stroking.
The mask was off, her persona gone. This was real, raw lust, real moans and gasps as she threw her head back, leaned deep into her chair and jerked herself off like her life depended on it. The audience ate it up. The chat scrolled by in a blur. The viewer count rose… And the donations kept flowing.
Fuck, I’m so hot, so much, there’s too much! Her thoughts were a jumbled mess, a trainwreck with another train ramming into the pile before the last one had finished leaving the track. She was faintly aware that her body was still changing, her cock most of all, but didn’t truly realize until she suddenly found herself with a meaty, sensitive glans pressed against her face. The sensation of her own hot breath across the pre-soaked tip alone drove her wild. No force in the world could have stopped her from lapping and slurping all over it, while she drew her enormous, supple boobs around the thick shaft and gave herself the titfuck of a lifetime.
Messy did not do her orgasm justice. Gushing a combined gallon of sperm, milk and pussy juice was a step beyond, a chaos of cumming and moaning until her voice grew hoarse. She tried to swallow her load for a brief moment, but soon had to abandon the task and instead jerked it off with her tits until her ropes of cum had splattered across walls, ceiling, and herself. Her hands were white with milk, collecting into a puddle underneath the chair, joined by the excess of pussy juice overflowing from her seat.
Finally, after many minutes, she sank back, spent. Holy shit. Holy. shit. The computer screen slowly came into focus (beneath several messy strands of jizz). Fucking hell, the stream! She jumped to her feet, frantically wiping the screen with paper towels to get at least some view of what was going on.
Evidently, the chat had shared in her climax. The viewer count had climbed to dizzying heights, and the messages had devolved into diffuse praise, utter shock and demands for more.
By a stroke of extreme luck, the camera lens had escaped her liquid onslaught. She caught a glance of what it was broadcasting to the world at large and stopped to stare. “Holy shit… I’m huge!” She could hardly believe that the mega-hung seductress on screen was her. Her attempts at cleaning up were abandoned as she reached down to explore her body, to take stock of her transformations. Evidently, her horny viewers had kept donating to her curves, her breasts, her ass - even her pussy had gotten a few upgrades, explaining the extreme mess between her legs. But most had gone to her cock. A mammoth slab of lady-dick, far wider than her own arm and hanging below her knees. The thought of how monstrously big she would get when it actually grew hard again made her knees weak. The knowledge that she had transmitted it all to the world at large made her blush… And want to go again.
“Well, dear viewers,” she started, putting on the mask of her cheerful persona once more. “I’d say that this has been a very successful stream today! Nanomachines, huh?” She forced herself to laugh, feigning far more energy than she actually had. As it was, she could barely stand. “I need to do a spot of clean-up here before my computer is fried - you can’t tell from that angle, but the poor thing is practically submerged in spooge!” She hefted her cock, secretly marveling at the weight as she nestled it between her cum-glazed tits. “So yeah, well done guys! I’d love to stay and keep going - you know how insatiable us dickgirls can get - but if I don’t rescue my stream setup I’ll have nothing to show you in the future. So tune in next time and make me even hotter!”
Sophie, the walking wet dream, cut the stream and staggered into bed, sleeping soundly within seconds.
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If you liked this story, you may enjoy the sequel By Popular Demand 2: A Hyper Futa Transformation.
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