The Stream Queen

Jeremy King gripped his game controller, his thumbs dancing over the analog sticks as he navigated the neon-lit urban map of Valorant. His monitor pulsed with the chaos of the MMO cyberpunk-styled server, where players darted through alleys and traded gunfire for control of the map. The buzzed-blond bodybuilder, operating under his main account, “AlphaKing69”, locked his crosshair on an enemy avatar, “LunaVibe.” She was the only woman on the server, and he had enjoyed tormenting her for the last 30 minutes. He stalked the female avatar as she stabbed a mugger in close combat before firing a single headshot, sending LunaVibe’s character sprawling in a digital heap.

“Better luck next time, doll,” the gamer purred into his headset, his voice laced with venomous glee. “Maybe try a game with sparkles and ponies instead of embarrassing yourself on a real game.”

The woman’s voice angrily crackled through the comms. “You’re such a pathetic troll, dude. Get a life and start treating people with respect.”

Jeremy laughed at her comment. The downed woman had no idea that she was talking to a notorious gamer who was well known for his belittling of women as he streamed his exploits, and that he had amassed a following of over 500,000 followers who enjoyed every moment of it.

The musclebound jock gamer leaned close into his mic, the skinny-fit white t-shirt outlining his chiseled features. “Respect? Sweetheart, you’d be of much better use to society if you were on your knees pleasing me instead of making a fool of yourself on here,” he taunted with smug delight, eliciting various tips from his subscribers. “Go put on a little makeup and send me a selfie like a good girl.”

Tucker Hayes was a lanky 23-year-old nerd with no social skills and blamed women for his lack of sexual exploits. One of his most common hobbies was watching his favorite Twitch streamer humiliate women who thought they were so high and mighty. “AlphaKing is on fire tonight,” he commented in the chat, feeling that small burst of dopamine as he watched his fellow commenters agree with him.

Lunavibe regenerated before her avatar immediately fell to the ground after an instantaneous sniper shot from her tormenting troll. “Arghhh! What the hell, loser?” She cried out in frustration.

The chiseled-jaw streamer smirked, his controller vibrating after he racked up a 10-headshot kill streak, “Keep crying, babe,” he taunted into his headset, his voice smooth with malicious delight. “I’ll be waiting here when you regenerate.”

The angry woman bit back, taking the bait. “A base sniper? Really? You’re a sad little man,” she replied. “I hope you get banned for this.”

Jeremy leaned forward, his piercing blue eyes glinting with smugness as he winked at his audience. “Banned? Go ahead, try and get me banned,” he laughed, knowing his illegal backdoor software would unban him the moment an administrator tried to eject him from the game. He was as untouchable as could be, which meant his despicable behavior often went unpunished.

LunaVibe’s voice trembled through the comms, her frustration boiling over. “You’re a disgusting creep, ruining gaming for women. I’m done with this server!”

The male gamer’s grin widened as he read the message, ‘LunaVibe has left the game.’ He chuckled to himself before making a show for the audience. “Run away, princess,” he sneered before addressing his supporters. “That’s why these games are for men.”

At 25, Jeremy King was the self-anointed god of “alpha” masculinity. His physique, chiseled through a sacrificial diet and grueling gym sessions, filled out his skinny white t-shirt, the fabric clinging to his toned pecs and carved abs. A platinum chain shimmered against his bronzed neck as light poured through the man’s penthouse glass walls. His buzzed blonde hair, cropped tight, framed a face with a razor-sharp jaw and piercing blue eyes. The gamer’s high-rise apartment was a temple to his success and ego: protein shake bottles sat on his living room table, a rack of barbells stood by the balcony, and photos of himself pictured with various supermodels lined the walls of his lush apartment.

The chiseled gamer’s personality was a venomous cocktail of arrogance and chauvinism. He lived to dominate and humiliate female gamers, knowing there was a gap in the viewing market for a man like him, and he reveled in both the praise and admonishment he received. He was the subject of several feminist articles about the objectification of women and misogyny in gaming, and the essays only fired him up to continue his antics.

His Twitch channel, “AlphaKing69,” was a cathedral to this mayhem, drawing a legion of followers who revered his misogynistic bravado. Tucker, using the handle “TigerMan666”, was a fervent acolyte. Although he was unaware of AlphaKing’s real identity or location, they both lived in Dallas, Texas, just twenty minutes apart from each other.

Jeremy’s online persona matched his real-world view. To him, women were mere trophies, destined to kneel, obey, look pretty, and serve their boyfriends or husbands every whim. To him, any woman who didn’t conform to his standards was a radical feminist, and there was no changing his mind.

The Valorant match faded from the screen as the streamer stretched his powerful arms. “That’s enough for now, boys,” he declared to his audience with a low and commanding tone. “Time to hit the gym and check out the ladies, if you know what I mean.” He winked at the audience and received several tips for his comment. ‘Man, this is so easy,’ he thought.

A separate follower, MarvelMan4, commented before Jeremy switched his set off, “I hope you do one of those female-only server raids again soon, AlphaKing.”

The gamer read the message and laughed. “Watch me again tonight,” Jeremy teased, “and you might just be in luck.” He replied before shutting down his system.

Jeremy stretched out before heading to his bedroom to fill his gym bag. His gaming was bringing in just under $6,000 a month, and he had half a million followers hanging on his every word. ‘Life is pretty good,’ he thought as he slung his bag over his broad shoulder and headed out of his penthouse apartment.

❖

Three hours later, Jeremy sauntered back into his Dallas penthouse. His gym session had left his muscles burning with dopamine-induced pain, and a gray vest clung to his taut body.

Eager to impress his half-million Twitch followers, the buzz-cut blond settled into his large, sleek gaming chair as he powered up his gaming rig. The screen flashed up, and he grabbed his game controller, logged on to his account, and switched on his webcam. The gamer loaded up his shady spy app tool and grinned widely when he found a familiar user inside a female-only server. ‘I’m about to go viral,’ he thought to himself.

Jeremy’s piercing blue eyes glinted with predatory delight as his trusty app pinpointed LunaVibe in “Vixen’s Vault,” a female-only Bulletstorm server run by Avery Quinn, the renowned Twitch streamer VixenQueen. Avery kept her servers relatively private, only advertising them on select feminist servers that had strict guidelines for membership. Because of her tech-savvy ability and evasiveness, Jeremy had never managed to humiliate Avery the same way he had destroyed most female streamers at some point. This was a gift, he thought.

The chiseled-jaw gamer leaned back, his gray vest riding up to reveal a glimpse of his carved abs, as he brainstormed ways to breach Vixen’s Vault. He could try hacking the server’s admin panel, but Avery’s tech prowess made that risky, likely outing him immediately. Another option was hacking into a current player’s account, but he’d likely only have his fun for a few minutes before he was kicked out. Another idea flickered in his mind; sometimes, the most basic ideas were the best: creating another ghost account to slip in undetected.

“FrigidBitch,” Jeremy typed, chuckling at the brazen insult as he chose the username of his new account. The name might raise suspicion, he mused, but it was worth the gamble for the hilariously viral moments it could sow. He selected a jarhead avatar, its muscular frame and buzzed blond haircut mirroring his own, and hit join. He could never stomach choosing a woman as a character, even when he was humorously posing as one. The gym freak hit join and spawned into a grimy alley on the Bulletstorm map, a starting zone he had generated into many times before.

The streamer’s confident grin faltered as his monitor flickered, the jarhead avatar vanishing before his eyes. In its place stood an androgynous female figure with short brunette hair framing a flat, curveless frame while adorning the traditional army green uniform. A message blazed across the screen: “Male Avatars Banned. Generic Female Avatar Selected.”

Jeremy’s heart lurched as a sudden chill swept over his real body, his gray vest and black gym shorts vanishing into thin air. Glancing down, the blond man froze, his chiseled physique now stark naked except for a horrifying sight before his very eyes. He brought his hand to his crotch and pulled against the small pink plastic cage that suddenly held his cock prisoner. He groaned in pain the firmer he tugged, with the plastic unrelenting and preventing his sizable cock the space it required. He noticed a silver lock at the top of the cage and searched around his desk for a key but came up empty-handed.

His webcam, angled at his face and torso, spared his Twitch audience the view of Jeremy’s caged groin. Still, the viewers caught his exposed pecs and rippling abs, sparking a humored conversation in the comments.

MarvelMan4 was the first to pipe up. “Nice abs, AlphaKing! But I thought we were here to laugh at some ladies, not watch your gay-ass body as you play as one.”

Several other subscribers joined in the mockery and agreed, although the banter was lighthearted in Jeremy’s mind. Despite the playful insults, it hit the muscle man hard. Groaning into his headset, he resolved to make those bitches pay.

Determined to turn the tide, he attempted to activate his cheat app that would allow him to spawn a high-tier assault rifle, a weapon reserved for those at Level 100 or above. However, as he attempted to activate the code, another message flashed on his screen: “AntiCheat Software Enabled.” Jeremy’s jaw clenched. He had the most sophisticated cheat software on the market; how did that little bitch patch her server so quickly?

The man’s fingers tightened around his controller, his knuckles whitening as he glared at the screen. “That’s fucking bullshit,” he exclaimed, his voice thick with frustration. He wasn’t used to being on the back foot, and it wasn’t an experience he wanted to get used to. He vowed to teach these bitches a lesson and convince VixenQueen to rage quit her own feminist utopia.

As his avatar stepped forward, Jeremy heard a woman’s voice slither into his headset. “Welcome, Princess,” he recognized the voice of Avery Quinn, prompting him to tighten his grip on his controller. “It’s time to play by our rules.”

Before the self-described alpha could retort, a sniper shot cracked through the comms, and his avatar’s head exploded in a digital spray of red. His screen went black, the words “Respawn in 10 seconds” pulsing ominously.

“Goddamn it!” the blond-haired gamer roared, slamming his fist on the desk. Chatter, in his comments section, remarked about his out-of-character outburst. Typically, AlphaKing69 was calm and collected and reveled in the humiliation of his foes. Jeremy shook his head; those sluts were going to pay for that. No more Mister Nice Guy.

The chiseled streamer gritted his teeth, his naked body tense as the respawn timer ticked down. His caged cock throbbed painfully in its plastic prison, a humiliating reminder of his inexplicable vulnerability. Jeremy knew this map inside out, and a sniper perch on a nearby rooftop offered the perfect vantage point to turn this server into his playground. He grinned to himself as the timer ticked down to 1.

As the respawn timer hit zero, Jeremy’s avatar materialized back in the same grotty alley. However, as he stared at his avatar, the confident grin disappeared from his face. The androgynous figure now flaunted long, wavy hair, a fiery cascade that tumbled past his shoulders in wavy delight. The gamer’s heart pounded as a prickle raced across his own scalp. Leaning forward toward a small mirror on his desk, the gamer gasped; vibrant red locks, identical to his ghost avatar’s, now framed his chiseled face, their silky weight brushing his bare shoulders. He urgently yanked at the hair in horror, but each strand was real and unyielding, a cruel mockery of his masculine pride.

“What the fuck?” Jeremy growled, his voice cracking with panic as he discovered that he wasn’t in any ordinary game.

“Whoa, what just happened?” one follower asked with concern.

“Did you activate a filter on your cam by accident, man?” queried another.

Jeremy’s heart raced. He wasn’t sure what to do, but one thing was for sure: the predator had become the prey.

❖

Jeremy’s naked body trembled in his Dallas apartment, with his new fiery red hair cascading past his shoulders like a taunting veil. His cock, trapped in a tight pink cage, throbbed in a constant reminder of his supernatural prison. Gripping his game controller, the new redhead maneuvered his androgynous female avatar toward a sniper perch on a nearby rooftop that he had camped on many times before, determined to seize control of the server and give his audience what they had come to see.

However, his Level 1 avatar, a weak shadow of his usual juggernaut Level 168 Hulk, betrayed his intentions. Jeremy aimed for a tall ledge he needed to climb to reach his vantage point, but his character leaped with a pathetic hop, its jumping range far short of his required athleticism. The streamer cursed under his breath, retrying the jump, but the gap loomed too wide.

A rustle in the comms snapped his focus as a sure sign that someone was nearby, and before he could turn to investigate, a knife plunged into his avatar’s back. The killer’s avatar, MsSmith94, danced on his collapsed body before a woman spoke through her headset. “Nice try, FrigidBitch,” she laughed before running off to continue the game.

Jeremy’s screen went dark, and the bulky man slammed his controller on the desk before him. “Goddamn it!” he groaned as the “Respawn in 10 seconds” began counting down. Shaking his head in fury, the testosterone-fueled gamer waited for the counter to strike zero; he knew he was being targeted in this game and needed to find a fresh hiding spot.

When his avatar materialized back in the familiar dirty alleyway, he took a closer look at his character. For some reason, its androgyny had softened. The face was delicate, with a smooth jaw, a petite button nose, and wide, doe-like blue eyes that gleamed under the high-quality graphics.

Jeremy began to move when he noticed a comment in his Twitch stream that startled him. TigerMan666 commented with concern, “Your internet connection okay, man? What happened to your face?”

He immediately leaned towards the small mirror on his desk and gasped as he stared at his new reflection. His own jaw had somehow melted into a soft curve, his nose was the same tiny button on his avatar, and his piercing blue eyes had widened into doe-like orbs, erasing his masculinity in an instant. If anyone glanced directly at his face, they could have mistaken him for a woman. “What the fuck!” He shouted, his voice cracking slightly.

The red-haired gamer’s distraction cost him dearly, standing in the starting zone like a lame duck. A gunshot echoed through his sound system, and his avatar crumpled to the ground for the third time, a bullet from an unknown player piercing its chest.

Jeremy shuddered, his naked body tensing as the respawn message appeared before his eyes again. As the timer hit zero and his character reappeared, he immediately noticed its skin shimmering with a glossy, hairless sheen, as if it had been polished to perfect.

A shudder ran down the man’s spine as he noticed the air conditioning brushing his own skin for the first time. He glanced down and gasped at his bulky frame, shimmering with that same smooth, hairless texture. He ran his hand over his arm and shuddered; his real skin was now flawlessly smooth and extremely sensitive to touch. Every trace of body hair had vanished, leaving him sleek and unnervingly feminine. “How is this bitch doing this?” He whined, ignoring the comments of disbelief scrolling down his screen.

He wasn’t prepared to play VixenQueen’s game any further, and he pressed the start button, gliding over the option to leave the server. However, an ominous buzz sounded from his system, and a message blazed across the screen: “Misogynist Bastards Are Unable To Quit At This Time.” His blood ran cold as he weighed up the ramifications. VixenQueen knew his real identity. She knew he was the infamous AlphaKing69.

Jeremy’s heart pounded, and his hands shook. He just wanted to have a little fun, and now he was somehow living his own worst nightmare. “This is enough, Avery!” he called out to no one in particular, targeting the famous feminist’s real name. “You’ve had your fun; now reverse this shit!” The feminized gamer clutched his controller and began navigating the map. He heard a crack as a bullet skimmed past his avatar’s ear. Glancing around, the gym freak couldn’t find the offending culprit, and another shot barely missed him. As he turned to escape, he practically ran into VixenQueen’s avatar waiting before him. In his turmoil and panic, Jeremy temporarily forgot how to shoot and began crouching instead. Avery could be heard laughing in her headset as she shot the misogynist in the head. “Time to take care of that Adonis body of yours,” she said before running away.

Jeremy’s screen went black again, the respawn message tormenting him further. It had been years since he was shot so often in a single game without registering a kill, and his viewers were sure to let him know. His naked body slumped in his gaming chair, prompting the heavy plastic cage to shift, reminding the man of his virtual torture.

As the timer once again hit zero, his avatar reappeared in the alley, but there was one noticeable change to his character’s stature. She was shorter, much shorter. With wide eyes, Jeremy dropped the controller and raced to the full-length mirror on the opposite side of his room. As he ran, he noticed his balance felt off, and the room around him seemed bigger. With parted lips, he gasped in horror as his typical 6’4” frame had shrunk by at least a foot.

“Fuck this!” he cried, turning away from the mirror and the game and heading towards his bedroom until a ripple flowed down his spine. Jeremy horrifyingly turned to his large TV screen and witnessed his feminine avatar lying in a pool of blood, shot dead again by one of the merciless feminists. The timer ticked down from ten to zero one more time, and he stared back at his mirror in abject horror.

“No, no, no, no!” he cried out, his voice cracking with despair as he lurched closer to the mirror. His reflection was a gut punch. His proud muscles had evaporated, leaving scrawny arms and legs and a six-packless gut in their place. His bulging biceps and chiseled pecs had been replaced by a frail, curvaceous form. His eyes grew wider as he witnessed his waist cinch in real time, growing smaller and smaller until it formed a feminine wasp waist.

Everything the man had worked towards over the last few years had been destroyed and replaced in mere seconds. His very masculinity had been attacked, and he was losing. The overwhelming emotions were too much for the new redhead to bear. Dizziness overcame him, prompting the feminized man to collapse to the polished hardwood floor, his similarly slim and muscle-less character standing aimlessly in the starting zone.

❖

Jeremy awoke with a jolt in his Dallas penthouse, his smooth, naked body slumped on the floor. As he stood, readjusting his balance to account for his smaller 5-foot-4-inch height, he glanced over at the TV screen, revealing a new nightmare: his frail, feminine avatar was now unarmed and dangled in a swinging metal cage inside an abandoned building.

The tortured gamer picked up his controller and slumped back in his chair, watching Avery’s character, VixenQueen, standing across from him, her rifle trained on his caged figure. Jeremy’s smooth, short character stood in stark contrast to Avery’s tough avatar.

With his tormentor facing him and the desperation to avoid further transformations sinking deeper, the delicate-faced streamer snatched his headset and placed it over his ears before pleading into the mic. “Avery, please,” he begged. “You’ve made your point. Please, reverse these changes, and I swear I’ll leave you all alone.”

Avery’s laugh crackled through the comms as she mocked her new toy. “I like you much better this way, Princess,” the tech-savvy woman taunted. “Those big eyes and that cute nose suit you, and I’m sure your woman-hating followers love it. Why would I change perfection?”

Jeremy swallowed hard as he leaned forward in his chair, his exposed caged cock shifting uncomfortably. “I was wrong,” he said with as much sincerity as he could muster. “I won’t torment women on gaming servers again. I swear it, Avery.” His Twitch follower count suddenly began to shrink after his comment as viewers abandoned his stream.

Avery fell silent, even as her rifle stayed pointed at the feminized character. After a tense minute, her voice returned cold and unyielding. “That’s not good enough,” she said. “You’re going to need to try harder than that.”

The petite gamer snapped in fury as his frustration and desperation boiled over. “Get me out of this fucking game, you stupid, dumb slut!” he roared. He regretted his statement as soon as he said it.

Avery’s laughter erupted. “I think it’s time to turn it up a notch,” she purred with a dark and gleeful tone before her rifle fired, the bullet shattering Jeremy’s avatar’s head. The screen went black as the familiar respawn message pulsed ominously.

“Arghhh!” Jeremy cried in frustration as the time ticked down to his next transformation.

When the counter reached zero, his avatar materialized back in the grotty street that had become so familiar to him. He was humiliated. His kill-to-death ratio was the worst it had ever been since he picked up the game, but that wasn’t what humiliated him. Staring at his avatar’s face, he glanced in horror at the glossy, meaty pout dominating its delicate face. The character’s lips were huge, obviously enhanced, and formed a natural puckered pout.

Jeremy’s hands flew to his mouth, feeling the same plump, enhanced lips protruding from his real face, their unnatural fullness characterizing his features. “No fucking way,” he exclaimed as he stared into the small mirror, wincing as he heard his once masculine, confident voice transformed into a high-pitched feminine lilt, a gut punch to his manly pride.

His loyal follower, Tucker, even showed wavering doubt as he commented on the stream. “You turning homo now, man?” he taunted the gamer. “How about you give us all a kiss with those far lips!” he jeered, with a series of approving comments from subscribers who agreed.

Fury surged through the smooth-skinned streamer, his plump lips unintentionally contorted to give his face a traditional ‘petulant child’ expression. He gripped his controller and steered his avatar away from the alley’s open street. He knew a hidden house on the map, tucked behind a crumbling wall, where a supply crate held an overpowered plasma rifle. If he could just reach that weapon, he could fend off the relentless attacks.

His avatar darted towards the house, the stamina meter depleting much faster than Jeremy was used to. With his ‘FrigidBitch’ character visibly gasping for air, he made it over the wall and into the war-torn house. The feminized man headed upstairs and made a beeline for the crate, a smile crossing his plump lips as he equipped himself with the plasma rifle. Unfortunately, another gamer was waiting for him in the shadows of the battered room. The moment he added the weapon to his inventory, she lunged out of the darkness. She shot him in the face, leaving Jeremy’s character in another pool of blood.

“Fuck you!” the redhead whined in his new girly tone as he waited for the timer to count down once again. He thought he had it this time, the weapon that would have made him invincible. When his avatar reappeared, its ass had swollen into a plump, rounded mount, straining against the virtual army uniform’s seams.

The feminized gamer shifted in his chair, gasping as his real ass mirrored the transformation, the naked skin padding out his seat further like a cushion against the firm leather. “How the fuck is she doing this?” he muttered in a squeak of panic. He thought back to earlier in the day. Had she spotted him at the gym and spiked his protein shake with a hallucinogen or something? His mind must have been tripping, he thought to himself.

Another gamer crept up behind him, wanting a piece of the action. Still, this time, the petite gamer reacted swiftly and plunged a knife into the woman’s stomach, her virtual body dropping with a satisfying thud. “Take that, bitch!” Jeremy squealed with glee, his plump lips curling into a triumphant pout. His victory was fleeting, however; a sniper shot from an unseen player pierced his avatar’s skull, his screen darkening once more.

When the familiar timer hit zero, his avatar respawned,  now sporting prominent bulges in the chest region of his previously androgynous character. The mixture of the recently grown breasts, ass, and cinched waist gave the character an undeniably feminine silhouette. Jeremy glanced down, and he gasped in terror at the identical breasts that had swelled on his real chest. They looked huge on his slim frame despite being an average C-cup. His comment section lit up with a mixture of elation, humor, and disgust.

VixenQueen’s voice boomed through Jeremy’s headset, her tone laced with wicked amusement. “Cute, but I don’t think those tits are nearly big enough for you, Jenni,” the feminist streamer taunted, her avatar materializing through a wall in the alley. Before the misogynistic gamer could react, she aimed her Desert Eagle at the feminized character, and another bullet tore through his avatar’s chest, sending him back to the ground.

The screen went dark again, and Jeremy clenched his fists. “That cheating bitch!” he cried out, noting how she just flowed through the walls like a ghost. He was adept at using cheats to torment his female victims, but he rarely found himself on the receiving end of an exploit.

Ten seconds later, his avatar reappeared. However, her pert C-cup breasts had exploded into huge, spherical mounts. Their fake, rounded heft dominated the virtual uniform, transforming his character into a total bimbo caricature. Jeremy reluctantly pulled his eyes down to his own altered body and spotted the massive, round, obviously fake E-cup breasts sitting high on his chest with barely any jiggle. They defied gravity like it never existed and felt heavy and ridiculous on his short, slim frame.

One of Jeremy’s followers accessed his stream and immediately commented in disbelief. “Whoa, whose the naked bimbo slut playing on AlphaKing’s account? I like it!” Replies joked that he wouldn’t believe them if they told him, while others told him to watch the stream from the start. Jeremy gasped; he was totally humiliated and transformed on his own stream.

A message appeared on the busty redhead’s screen: “Multiple Complaints Reported. This Stream is Under Review for Nudity. Stream Has Been Relocated to Adult-Only Section.” The naked, feminized man tried to cover his huge tits with his hands as he held his controller. He wondered if he was ever going to awaken from this nightmare, and how he was going to escape this cursed game that was rewriting his very existence.

❖

Jeremy was trapped. He had been transformed into an extremely busty, curvy, fiery redhead with the sexiest face he had ever seen and prominent dicksucking lips, and he had no way to escape the game. He knew he needed to soldier on and hope this was all a bad, unfunny dream.

He had made his way to an abandoned hospital; his avatar was a bimbofied mockery, mimicking his every transformation. Her plump ass swayed as she ran, distracting Jeremy’s focus. The character’s steps were wobbly and unprecise, a side-effect of the gamer’s own huge tits bumping his arms and throwing off his aim.

Chasing a flicker of movement, Jeremy spotted a blonde avatar darting through a door. He pursued her; the avatar’s short, busty frame was a hilarious image to the gamer’s countless misogynistic followers. As he cornered the woman into a cleaning cupboard, he was caught off-guard when she instantly turned around and fired a bullet into his chest with a shotgun, splattering the feminized man’s bimbo avatar across the hospital floor. “Better luck next time,” GlittrStrike commented as she ran off.

The screen went dark, and the respawn timer pulsed on his screen like a death knell. He shuddered, glancing down at his bimbofied body. What could they possibly do to him next? It didn’t take long for him to figure it out as his character appeared in the familiar dirty starting alleyway. He saw his character holding her gun, but the long, bright pink talons on her fingernail distracted him. That kind of girly shit wasn’t built into the game. Jeremy swiveled the camera around and stared at FrigidBitch’s face. Its face was coated in heavy makeup, with bold black eyeliner winged off in an Egyptian style, soft glitter-coated coloring on its eyelids, and glossy pink lips that shimmered like wet candy.

The red-haired gamer’s hands froze on his controller, feeling his own nails extend, their vibrant pink polish catching the penthouse light. He stared gormlessly into his desk mirror, and his heart sank; his face was a bimbo’s canvas, with dramatic eyeliner framing his doe-like blue eyes, pink, glittery lids adding to the enhancement, and glossy pink lips pouting obscenely. His face was a total image of ultimate femininity. Even worse, his caged cock twitched painfully in his plastic prison as it attempted to grow. His own image was turning him on.

The hunted man soon found himself being chased by three gamers, Avery leading the charge, as bullets flew past his avatar’s head. As he rounded a corner, he bumped into a dead end. He cursed himself; he had led his prey to this exact spot many times before, and now he had fallen for the trap. Instead of shooting blindly, his enemies slowly closed in on the busty, redheaded character. The smooth-skinned streamer raised his weapon and tried to fight his way out of the predicament, but a hollow click sounded with the message across his screen: out of ammo.

“How the fuck?” he squeaked in disbelief. He hadn’t fired a shot since respawning and should have had at least 50 bullets before he ran out. VixenQueen stepped closer, pointing her rifle at him. Avery spoke through her headset; the smug grin was evident in her tone. “I think it’s time to cover up those goodies, Princess,” the server owner taunted before firing her gun, blasting his avatar into another digital smear. The respawn timer instantly flashed, notifying Jeremy of yet another death to his level 1 character.

When FrigidBitch reappeared in the alley, it was no longer wearing the traditional green army uniform. Instead, it was clad in a highly fetishized schoolgirl uniform: a plaid, pleated micro skirt skimming its plump ass, a white blouse tied under its mammoth chest, showing both the upper and underside of the character's enormous bosom, white thigh-high stockings, and 5-inch black stiletto Mary-Jane heels that click-clacked with every step.

Jeremy let out a squeal through the headset as he discovered a matching outfit had suddenly appeared on his own body. The microskirt hugged his wasp waist and barely covered his plump rear, the blouse strained against his huge tits, and the high-heeled stilettos altered his sitting posture. He shook his head, his flowing red hair temporarily blocking his vision. The slutty mockery of an outfit was even worse than being naked, the feminized misogynist thought to himself.

Jeremy controlled his slutty character and headed out of the starting area, the heels clicking audibly with every step, making the redhead wince. He tottered up some battered steps, hoping to find a vantage point and hiding place. However, he heard a taunting voice from one of the female gamers enter his headset. “Those heels are not very stealthy, Princess,” she mocked him before a bullet sank into the back of the character’s head, and her busty body slumped to the floor.

When his avatar reappeared for the gazillionth time, Jeremy feared the worst. However, as he examined his character’s bimbo body, he didn’t notice any immediate change. ‘Perhaps she had run out of ideas,’ he thought to himself. He let out a squeal when Avery’s character, VixenQueen, ran through a brick wall in the alley and confronted the bimbofied body.

Jeremy shook his head and moved his avatar back. He was tired of this and just wanted the nightmare to end. He pleaded through his headset. “Like, enough is, like, totally enough, Avery!” his eyes widened as he squealed, his voice a high-pitched valley-girl lilt, each word bubbling with ditsy charm. “No, like, what happened to my voice and stuff?” He said, sparking hilarious comments from his Twitch stream. “I, like, super-duper learned my lesson, ‘kay?” The words spilled out uncontrollably, complementing his new image as a dumb plastic bimbo.

Avery chuckled lightly as her character approached his, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. “You sound totally adorable like that, Jenni,” the feminist witch cooed. “But I agree. Enough is enough. The game is ending soon anyway.”

Suddenly, Jeremy noticed a ten-second timer at the top of the screen, indicating the impending conclusion of the battle royale. His heart relaxed slightly until he witnessed her approach closer and heard her voice turn icy cold. “But there’s still time for one final change,” she said before pointing her rifle directly at the trapped man’s skull and firing one final shot. As his avatar fell to her death once more, Jeremy’s world plunged into darkness, and his body slumped in the gaming chair. Consciousness faded from the feminized man’s bright blue eyes, and he fell into a deep sleep.

❖

Jenny yawned languidly, her glossy lips parting as she stirred from her four-poster bed, the silken sheets sliding off her curvaceous form. The curvy redhead’s Dallas bedroom was a shrine to her new reality: bubblegum-pink walls adorned with posters of deliciously hunky men as their smoldering faces were fixed on her. She stretched, her bare E-cup tits straining against the air and her fiery red hair cascading in soft waves over her smooth shoulders.

Absently, Jenny slipped into a sheer pink nightgown and tottered over to her en suite bathroom. Her bare feet with pretty pink toenails sank into the plush carpet as her plump ass swayed seductively with each step.

In the bathroom’s gold-trimmed mirror, Jenny’s reflection was a bimbo’s masterpiece: she had doe-like blue eyes that popped even without makeup, a cute button nose that would make any woman jealous, and plush dicksucking lips that pouted obscenely and shimmered even without a hint of gloss.

The redhead leaned closer, her breath fogging the glass, and peered into her own eyes. A glint of fear flickered deep within, the trapped consciousness of Jeremy screaming for attention and mercy, his male ego clawing at the prison of the bimbo’s mind, unable to control her actions or speech. “Like, hi, Jeremy,” she giggled as she noticed the terrified look in her eyes, taunting the man buried inside of her.

The busty bimbo reached for a tube of red gloss and painted her lips with slow, sensual strokes as if to relish in the delight of her alter ego’s downfall. She styled her face, dusting glittery blush over her high cheekbones and carefully lengthening her lashes as she decorated her eyes. She had pure porn star allure.

Returning to her bedroom, Jenny perched on the bed’s edge. With practiced ease, she brushed her hair and gathered it into high pigtails, their bouncy curls framing her face to enhance her juvenile bimbo persona. She slipped out of her nightgown, and the bimbo pulled out a red latex dress from the closet. She slid the skintight fabric carefully up her body as it molded to her E-cup tits and plump ass, showing off an abundance of cleavage. A slight bulge in Jenny’s groin reminded her of her locked cock and her status as a sissy bimbo, the pink cage an almost permanent feature on her otherwise ultra-feminine physique. Jeremy writhed inside her head, as if he were bound by shackles he couldn’t escape.

Jenny eased into a pair of 6” red strappy stilettos and tottered into her pastel-pink living room. Every step forward was a methodical seductive sway until she reached her gaming rig and eased her bubble butt into her pink gaming chair. The bimbo logged into Twitch as PrincessJenni60, her webcam whirring to life and capturing her pouting red lips and deep cleavage as she welcomed her audience to the channel. “Like, hi, my totally yummy guys!” Her almost entirely male audience ate it up and flooded her chat with greetings and comments about how fuckable she looked. Jenny giggled, absently running her freshly pierced tongue over her plump lips.

After joining a male-dominated Bulletstorm lobby, Jenny’s avatar looked ridiculous, with her bimbofied self-image wrapped up in cargo green. The uniform was cut off at the waist and thighs, showing off the pierced navel that mimicked her real piercing. A group of guys cheered in Jenny’s headset as they received the message that she had joined their server.

“Wait, Princess Jenni is here?” one of the gamers asked. “I can’t wait to see that hot slut,” said another.

Jenny softly bit her lower lip and giggled lightly. “I’ve come to play, boys,” she flirted as her character danced around the screen.

As she played, her aim was clumsy as her big tits and long nails got in the way and reduced her finesse. As she was shot down, Jenny smiled. “Oh my gosh, you’re, like, so super good, BigGunz420!” she squealed. “You totally know the rules, guys. Like, nine more deaths, and I totally have to show my boobies on cam.”

The busty streamer’s joyous lilt reverberated through the lobby, her giggles a siren song that kept her male companions enthralled. She was killed almost instantly again. “Like, omigosh, StudMuffin, you’re like, totally owning me!” she squealed as she flirted shamelessly.

Despite a couple of lucky kills, Jenny soon found herself at her self-imposed ten-death target, and she pouted, acting disappointed. “Rules are rules, Princess Jenni. Show us those titties!” BigGunz demanded in the lobby. “Yeah, don’t be a sore loser, Jenni,” said another.

Jenny softly bit her lower lip before lowering the hem of her tight, pink dress. With more effort than should have been necessary, the bimbo revealed the curves of her spherical fake E-cup tits, her new silver barbell nipple piercings shimmering in the light. “Fuck, those are the best jugs on the internet,” one Twitch follower commented as tips began pouring in.

After two minutes and $4500 of tip-induced earnings, Jenny received a notification that her current stream had been demonetized due to inappropriate adult content. The sissy bimbo pouted. “Ohh, poo. Those mean admins, like, totally screwed me again, and not in a good way.” She giggled at her own joke.

A sharp knock at the door echoed through Jenny’s living room, interrupting her stream. She pouted again before parting her bright red lips invitingly. “Like, sorry, my super-sexy guys. I, like, totally gotta bounce,” she chirped, sparking groans of disappointment from the male-dominated Bulletstorm lobby. “Don’t worry. I’ll, like, totally be back,” she quipped. “Shawnpip3r, I, like, still owe you that blowjob!” she teased the group, winking at the webcam. “But, like, right now, I’ve got a super-hot date!”

Logging off, the curvy redhead rose from her pink gaming chair and straightened her red latex dress. The feminized former man touched up her makeup in the mirror before propping up her fake tits further, and tottered towards the front door with a seductive sway.

Opening the door, Jenny’s doe-like blue eyes widened as she found Tucker Hayes, a scrawny, bespectacled man with greasy brown hair and a stubbled face. Tucker smirked gleefully as he admired Jenny’s bimbofied form. His eyes lingered on her cleavage before dropping to the slight bulge of her caged cock beneath the latex. “How’s my sissy bimbo doing?” the lanky fanboy asked playfully.

Jenny squealed and threw her arms around him, her tits pressing up against her ‘dates’ bony chest as she planted a wet kiss on his lips. “Like, ohmigosh, Tucker. I’m, like, so totally excited to see you!” she gushed, her valley girl trill bubbling with ditsy charm.

The redhead’s gaze flicked to the silver key dangling on a chain around Tucker’s neck, and her pink-nailed hand absently brushed along her bulge as she was reminded of what that key had the potential to unlock. The bimbo batted her lashes, her pink nails tracing Tucker’s collar as she playfully pouted. “So, like, are you gonna, like, unlock my thingy today, pretty please?” she asked with a sultry purr.

Tucker laughed a harsh cackle before grabbing the key and sliding it beneath his t-shirt out of sight. He ran his hand along the curvy sissy’s plump ass and gripped her, pulling the bimbo close. “You know better than that, Jenni,” the wiry former follower sneered, his tone laced with control. “Whenever I unlock that cage, Jeremy’s dumb personality comes out and tries to ruin our fun.” He leaned in, his breath hot against the busty figure’s ear. “I’ve got a hot date planned, and there’s no way he’s messing this up for us.”

“Like, duh, you’re, like, so right, Tuckie!” Jenny giggled as she nodded eagerly, her pigtails bouncing as she pressed her body firmly against his. Inside, Jeremy screamed. Unlocking the cage was the only way to escape his mental prison, and that asshole held the former alpha’s freedom around his neck.

Tucker squeezed Jenny’s big tits together before pinching her new pierced nipples. “I love these new piercings, Jenny,” he complimented her. “Before we head out to dinner, I’m thinking of stopping off for a tattoo or two. Let’s show everyone what kind of sissy you really are. You’d love that, right?”

The redheaded bimbo moaned softly as her date caressed and played with her sensitive tits. She wasn’t paying attention to what he said, but she giggled and nodded. “Like, whatever you say, cutie,” she flirted.

The bespectacled nerd spanked his busty date’s ass, the sharp crack echoing in the corridor, eliciting another moan and giggle from the slut’s glossy lips. “Damn right, my sissy bitch,” Tucker growled possessively as he led her down the apartment corridor. The man’s hand cupped the bimbo’s ass, and he guided her tottering steps toward the building exit. Avery Quinn had rid the world of another red-pilled misogynistic loser and given it a fun-loving busty sissy instead, and Jenny couldn’t be happier.

The End.