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— Hey everyone! It’s Mark... Marsha Blendor! Missed me? — she said in a cheerful, mischievous voice, leaning in a bit closer to the screen to fit perfectly into the frame. Her dark hair, tied in a ponytail, gently fell over her shoulder, and her big DD-sized tits were tightly pressed against the fabric of her tight black sports tank top. She sat in the driver’s seat, leaning forward slightly — just enough to show the slight post-run blush and the flawless boob cut. Marsha had really gained popularity over the past few months, ever since she started her social media hustle.
— Daddy! Please stop, it’s not funny anymore! — the girl in short shorts that showed off her knees, and a T-shirt with a smiling avocado print, puffed up her cheeks and slapped the seat with childlike bluntness. She suddenly popped into the frame from the backseat, like out of nowhere, her hair tied in two sticking-up pigtails, and even her eyebrows were comically furrowed, truly like a little kid.
— You promised! It was just a project! — she frowned, her voice a mix of indignation and worry. — I don’t want to get teased at school because my dad turned into... an influencer chick!
Mark, a 45-year-old regular family man, quickly shut off the livestream, hoping his daughter hadn’t blurted out too much to the audience of three and a half thousand followers. He let out a shaky breath, dropped the phone onto the dash, and sank back into the driver’s seat.
— Sweetie, I asked you... — Mark began, holding back his irritation, — not to interrupt when I’m... working.
He turned to her, never letting the turned-off phone out of sight. Her cheeks were puffed out like an offended hamster, but her eyes had a spark — way too grown-up for her nine years.
— That’s not work, Dad, that’s stupid! — She poked his shoulder with her finger. — You’re pretending to be a woman and everybody believes it! But you’re not her!
But she was right. Mark hadn’t even noticed how deep this project had pulled him in. It all started as a joke. AI, generated appearance, a hyper-realistic filter that didn’t just draw “Marsha,” but corrected movement, expressions, even voice. The first streams were just for laughs — no one knew it was actually a tired 45-year-old dad trying to cope with loneliness, debt, and a daughter who was growing up way too fast...