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“What’s up, Belleievers!  I’m live streaming at the Uptown Marketplace today!  Your girl Belle is going to be looking for the fun, the weird, and the creepy!”  A short college-aged girl chimed exuberantly.  She put up her fingers to make a peace sign, holding her phone up.  She then stared into the camera with a broad smile spread across her pale, perfect face.

Disgruntled shoppers walked around Belle as she made it even more difficult to navigate the already limited space between each stall.  The Uptown Marketplace was a massive outside shopping center with dozens of stalls lined up to peddle their goods.  Since it was only open for one weekend a month, Belle would have to make the most out of her day.  Full of gusto, the young woman brushed her brunette ponytail back over her shoulder and continued her trek while speaking with her stream.

“Hey Belleievers, check this out.”  She turned the camera toward a stand selling fresh boba tea.  “Should your girl try drinking tea that would put her into a diabetic coma with free choking hazards included?”  The woman’s red lips pushed into a playful pout while she put a hand upon her cheek. “Oh, you guys don’t want me to die?”  Belle asked with a smirk, reading some of the stream comments.  “I guess you guys love me as much as I love all of you.”  With a wink, the charismatic internet star blew a kiss for her fans.

Love you guys?  Get real; you bottom-feeders only donate if my cleavage is in view or if I show you my ass.  Even if my ass is pretty nice.  Belle thought to herself, contempt for her followers swelling up within her.  She knew how to keep her act together when it was necessary.  Having a blowup and berating her fans in public would mean her end.

The brunette continued her mission, looking for oddities or things to laugh at with her viewers.  It was a rather crude and primitive way to gain a following, but getting clicks was a ruthless game that brutalized any who refused to steel their hearts and find their resolve.  Laughing at weird shit, eating gross stuff, showing off your ass and tits; all of this low-effort bullshit was what the masses wanted to devour like pigs.  If doing so brought Belle one step closer to her dream of living an easy, cushy life, she would gladly wander down this dark path of no return.  So what if she used her body and low-effort clickbait to garner attention?  She chose to take pride in the fact that she wasn’t fucking dudes for money or showing her perfectly shaped pussy on camera for thirty-five-year-old virgins using their mother’s credit card.  It all made Belle sick to her stomach, but the young entrepreneur chose to drink some metaphorical Pepto-bismol and suck it up for the betterment of her future.

Due to her decision to wear tight jeans, nearby male shoppers found themselves casting glances towards the sexy bitch.  It appeared that her pants may have been a size too small, causing her juicy flesh to strain against the denim encasing.  The contours of her supple behind could be seen clearly every time Belle took a step.  Considering she worked out regularly, the rhythmic swaying of her rotund rear was enhanced perfectly by the perfect ratio of fat and muscle.

“Woooo, girl…”  A slickly dressed man lowered his shades, turning his head to get a good look as the sultry female passed him.  The front view was pretty good, but the view from behind was what men would tell their friends about at the bar.  This white slut got a REAL booty, he thought to himself.

“What do you guys think we should do now?”  Belle asked her viewers, adjusting the angle just right so her C cup cleavage could be seen nicely through her low-cut white top.  She knew very well that they were ogling her, but so what?  That’s what happened when you were hot.  Upon showing off her melons, a donation rolled right in.  “Oh, you’re so sweet!”  She cooed, pressing her arms together in an attempt to squeeze her sweaty tits together.

 Belle then pointed the camera towards a food vendor.  “Takoyaki? What even is that, guys?  She asked with exaggerated confusion, a look of puzzlement spreading across her visage.  While playing up her stupified cadence, she legitimately didn’t know what the hell this was.  “Octopus balls?  Eww, no.”  Her nose wrinkled with disgust upon reading the stream comments.  “More like Tako-YUCKY, am I right??  Haha, I’m kidddding, I know my humor is cringe as hell.”  The woman giggled.

Please just kill me now.

After ultimately deciding that this wouldn’t make a fun tasting, the apple-bottomed brunette wandered off to gawk at things sexily for her devoted fans.  She came across a merchant selling handmade wicker baskets and began to joke about where the hell this market for ineffectual containers came from in a world where backpacks and purses existed.  She then found it apt to make fun of some creepy novelty garden gnomes she found at another stall.  Who would need an army of fake, diminutive elderly men in fanciful hats on their front lawn?  Like, really?  The comments and donations pinged on her phone at regular intervals.  This whole strategy of being both hot and able to poke fun at literally everything had begun to bear fruit. In the words of Mr. Burns, Excellent.

A couple of hours later, Belle decided to check out one last shop before heading home.  “This sexy gal is getting too hot and tired, so I’ll be wrapping up soon!”  She said to her viewers with some pep in her voice.

 It seemed she had reached the outer edge of the marketplace as she spotted a lone booth in the corner.  While most shops got plenty of foot traffic, this looked like poor real estate for a business.  Not as many people seemed to wander this far back.  There were very old-looking wooden tables displaying a variety of what appeared to be assorted oriental imports. Paper fans, buddha statues, little geisha figurines, the whole works.

Yeah, this will work just fine.  Belle mused to herself as she trotted forward to her final store for the afternoon.  “Take a look, Belleievers!  I can finally cool myself off, thank GOD.”  The vixen said in an exaggerated tone.  She grabbed one of the paper fans and began to fan herself for the views.  Little pings went off as two more donations appeared from the aether.

“NO touch merchandise!”  An aged, eastern-accented voice commanded, forcing the young woman to jump with surprise and turn her head.

Belle saw a small, elderly man of Asian descent.  He had very short white hair, no beard or mustache of any kind, and was heavily wrinkled.  A look of pure, unfiltered un amusement and grumpiness burned holes into the weary streamer.

“Hey, come on!  I’m not going to break anything, relax.”  She began to say to the short geezer in response.

“You no talk back.  No recording, you turn off camera now.”  The man ordered in a serious and authoritative voice as he crossed his arms over his chest.  “Turn off camera or leave.”  He had never taken anyone’s shit before, and he had no plans of starting to do so right now.

Who the hell do you think you are, little man?  Seething words swirled through Belle’s head as she raised an eyebrow.  But she still had to play nice.  “Fiiiine, I understand.”  She turned back to the camera.  “I saw some weird stuff here!  I’m going to buy some things here, and we can have fun with it later!  I’ll stream a little longer next time to make up for cutting it twenty minutes early.  I promise I will make it worth everyone’s time.”  She said with a cheeky grin, winking in a flirty manner.  Finally, she was able to end the stream and be done for the day.

When that was over, she turned back to the shopkeeper.  He was wearing a green Hawaiian shirt with--  Bananas?  Belle scoffed internally, questioning his fashion sense.  She saw some weird statues and goods here that might be fun to laugh at during one of her home streams.  Maybe this man was an unrelenting asshole because no one loved him.

“I’m sorry to cause a problem, Mister--”  She noticed the nametag earlier but was just now reading it carefully.  Nguyen?  Fuck, why did everything bad always happen to her?  She winced, beginning to sweat a little more.  “Mister…  Nigooyen…  Noowin…”  Despite her reasonably high intelligence, this annoying Vietnamese surname was about to become her downfall.

“You give up.  This embarrassing.”  The man said bluntly.  “For you, I am Mr. N.  No recording.  No touch merchandise.  If you look for five minutes without buy, you leave.”  He told her rather clearly, his intense gaze ever unfaltering.

Oh, you old bastard. Belle forced herself to smile while one of her eyebrows twitched in pure frustration.  She closed her eyes for a moment, allowing the cool summer breeze to calm her nerves as it wafted by.  Her instincts told her to lay on some feminine charm.  “Mr N, I’m really sorry!  I apologize for being disrespectful.”  She said with such shame and sadness.  She pressed her milky tits together as a bead of sweat dripped down her chest.  With that, she moved forward while adding some sway to her step. Swagger filled every movement of her lush, feminine body as her well-toned form moved beneath the tight fabric of her top.  “I think we got off on the wrong foot.”  She smiled flirtily and moved closer, reaching a hand over to place on his arm.  Some of the prices here looked rather high; maybe she could lighten him up a little.

“No.  No seducing.  I am married.  Only want hardy woman who work for a living.”  Mr. Nguyen withdrew from the seductress with a scowl.  “You maybe 7/10 for me.  Feminine wiles only work 8.5 and higher.”  He added, sounding rather bored by this woman’s advances.

Was he fucking serious?  A 7/10?  This man had to either be legally insane or the literal antichrist.  There was simply no other explanation.  “I will look at your wares and let you know if I have any questions,”  Belle said in a dull tone, stepping back away from the elder.  She had lost all will to continue this schtick since it obviously wasn’t working.

“Yes.  You buy something. Maybe my opinion of you go higher.”  Mr. Nguyen said simply, walking over to his register as he began to sort through the bills.

Belle rolled her eyes after the old merchant turned his head away.  Why did this little dude have zero chill?  He’s probably mad he can’t get it up anymore.  Toxic thoughts filled her head as she walked around the tables to scour for oddities.  The early summer heat caused a thin layer of sweat to form on her taught, toned form.  Humidity caused the woman’s jeans and top to cling to her body,  her porcelain flesh now easily seen beneath the white fabric.  With every step, the contours of her lightly muscled abdomen shifted beneath the translucent fabric while Belle’s tits jiggled.

“Damn, I need to hurry this up.” The moistened woman muttered, brushing perspiration from her forehead.  An uncomfortably tight sensation manifested within her ass crack, causing the young woman to wince.  She turned her body discreetly and moved a hand down.  Belle grabbed her ass through her jeans and started to adjust her panties, picking at them in an attempt to free herself from the dampened wedgie afflicting her.  It’s too fucking muggy for these jeans; why did I think this was a good idea? She lamented as her pants creaked from her ass and thighs pasting against the denim, yearning for freedom.  She might have lost a button or some seams if she had worn less durable pants in the same size instead.

Mr. Nguyen turned his eyes towards the sultry slut picking at herself.  She wasn’t doing a particularly good job at hiding.  The way her lower body struggled desperately seeking vindication from their denim shackles was kind of hot.  He could see the shape of her figure quite quickly due to her clothing failing to hide much of anything.  As the female finished freeing her crack, she bent over to look at some decorative figurine of farm animals.  Upon doing so, her well-shaped vulva imprinted against the fabric of her crotch, causing the outline of her steamy, feminine crevice to show itself. There was no doubt that this woman was one-hundred percent female. Maybe he had been too harsh to her.

Maybe…  8.5 out of 10. The older male thought to himself.  She didn’t need to know that, however.   Mr. Nguyen became distracted when a ringing sound came from his pocket.  He pulled a circa-2004 flip phone from his pocket. My wife again, what now…  

“You!  No touch.  Call important.”  Demanded the older male, turning away as he answered the phone and began a seemingly angry Vietnamese rant.

Belle winced, feeling nothing but contempt toward the wrinkled old prune. Her eyes scanned the wares scattered across the ancient-looking wooden tables.  It mainly was just garbage that tourists would buy.  She walked around the stall with a sigh and attempted to find something, specifically, anything she could use to get more views.  Come on, where’s my golden goose…  She grumbled to herself.

As she was getting ready to leave in defeat, she caught something out of her eye’s corner.  Or maybe, my ivory cow,  Belle schemed, her gait gaining some noticeable pep as she walked to her prize.  Partially obscured from view due to the lack of organization,  a strange-looking white idol hid behind some assorted oddities on one of the tables.  A frown spread across Belle’s face as she tilted her head toward Mr. Nguyen.  He has still turned away and on the phone, making for an ideal situation.  She reached down and pulled the small statue out from the other garbage to get a better look.  Upon laying her eyes on the object, the brunette winced and recoiled.

“What is this?” Belle asked dully, letting out a sigh.  The foot-tall figure depicted an attractive young woman with incredible curves. It was gifted with an ass that any porn star would kill for and tits that remained somehow perky despite being at least J cup.  Honestly, they might have been bigger.  It was hard to gauge one’s cup size after exceeding a certain threshold of ludicrousness.  Small horns, a cow-like tail, and hooves in the place of feet adorned the feminine shape along with hair pulled back into a ponytail.  It had its hands held in prayer in front of its waist and a somewhat Egyptian aesthetic, like something one might see in hieroglyphs.

A spark of inspiration came to Belle suddenly, breaking her out of her state of disgust. “Hey, Mr. N!” She called out, waving a hand at the vertically challenged sales clerk.

“On phone!  Go away!”  He waved a hand back without turning around, and went back to his conversation.

Enough of this shit.  Belle felt fed up with this gremlin’s shenanigans.  It wasn’t like security existed to any noticeable extent at this market, so she decided to indulge in some petty revenge.  She turned around and surveyed her surroundings.  The closest people were a couple of hundred feet away, so there was no need to worry.  Without any further hesitation, Belle opened her spacious side bag.

“No!  We buy cheaper paper fan for customers!”  Mr. N shouted before reverting back to Vietnamese.  It seemed that a supplier had been added to the older man’s phone call.

This was good!  Belle benefited from both the distraction and from getting to see the geezer suffer some type of inventory issue.  She took one last look around herself.  Without any further hesitation, she grabbed the statue and shoved it into her bag.  Staying completely silent, Belle stared forward and walked away.  Despite her rebellious behavior today, she had never really done anything like this before; not even petty theft from a gas station or stealing a friend’s expensive makeup when there were ten other potential culprits to hide the truth.  She kept her eyes forward, a sinking feeling bubbling up within her stomach.  Anxiety consumed Belle, quickly accompanied by a thin layer of cold sweat.  What if the old fart noticed?  Continuing her pace, Belle peered back over her shoulder.  Instant relief washed over the sexy thief.  Mr. N was still yelling about something on his phone.  He had noticed nothing.  That nagging pit of worry within her dissipated, melting away into euphoric satisfaction and giddiness.

“Wow, I really got away with this,” the woman smirked, walking with confidence as she put a little more pep in her step.  It was easy enough to stroll right out of the Marketplace without worry.  Belle looked down at her bag and patted it gently with her hand.  “Let’s give you a makeover soon, you cow slut.”

~~~~~

An hour later, Belle arrived at her upscale three-bedroom apartment.  She lived with two roommates and had her dad pay for everything regardless, so life wasn’t too bad for her.  High-quality furniture and a feminine sense of style permeated the general ambiance.

“Hey, Daniela!  Where’s Sophia?” Belle asked, walking in through the door and closing it.  She then walked over to the kitchen for a drink.

Daniela had tanned skin and shoulder-length black, wavy hair that fell around her shoulders.  She currently sat cross-legged on the couch while old episodes of Chopped played on the television.  “How the hell am I supposed to know?  Probably crying over sick kittens and puppies or some shit.”  She responded dully, staring at her phone’s Twitter feed while taking a hit of her vape pen.

Belle returned to the living room with a beer in hand and looked back at her friend.  She frowned immediately upon seeing the other woman’s face.  “Your eyes are bloodshot as hell; what are you even smoking right now?”  The brunette demanded.

Daniela exaggeratedly rolled her eyes.  “Chill out, don’t start acting like a little bitch.  The lease says we can’t smoke marijuana.  So, I’mma just vape THC instead.  There’s no smell or whatever.”

With a wince, Belle decided to drop it.  Daniela was a certified bad girl who Belle had witnessed take out a frat boy last week.  Even if the dynamic wasn’t always healthy, she didn’t want to be a stick in the mud or appear uncool in front of Daniela.  “Relax, I was just curious since I might want some if it’s not weak shit.”  That was a good answer, right?  “Anyways! There was this obnoxious little old dude.  He pissed me off, so I swiped this.  I’m going to give it a makeover for my fans.”  Belle changed the topic, pulled the idol out of her bag, and set it on the end table.

Daniela blinked, staring at the bizarre, ivory figure.  “What the fuck!  That’s wild and creepy as hell.” She snorted, taking another hit of her vape.  “Yeah, give that bitch a bra and some makeup.  She also needs a tan.”  The tan woman turned back to her phone, picking at her bra to adjust her DD tits.

“Yeah, creepy as shit, right??”  Belle giggled.  “That’s not a bad idea.  I’m going to do a little more work since you inspired me, talk later.”  She waved, grabbed her prize for the day from the table, and headed back to her room.

She walked in, tossed her bag onto her bed, and stripped herself down.  Belle peeled her sweat-soaked top off before reaching down to undo her jeans.  It took her a moment to peel the denim away from the sticky, rotund flesh of her shapely ass, a sticky sound reverberating through the room as she did so. “Don’t need this either,” said the brunette as she slipped her hands around to unclasp her bra.  Upon falling to the floor, her perky, C cup tits flopped right out.  “Ahhh…”  She sighed in relief, moving her hands up as she rubbed her breasts between her fingertips for a moment.  There had been more chafing than she would have liked.  “I bet I could have made money on OnlyFans with these if the site didn’t die,” she murmured, squeezing each tit, so the soft flesh strained against her fingertips.  After letting go, they sprung back to their lovely shape.  Belle slid her hands down and pulled her pants down.  The garment clung greedily to her crotch and bubble butt, having absorbed every ounce of body fluid she had secreted today.  A wet sound formed as her steamy panties peeled away from her nethers and finally fell to the floor.  “A little chilly, though,” the brunette lamented, looking down to see each nipple hardened into a point.

Belle placed the statuette on her end table and glanced around her room with a grimace.  Her space was filled with plushies and cute girly things.  Honestly, she wasn’t all that interested in the super girly shit, but she needed a cute bedroom in the background of her videos.  People liked girls who acted like girls after all.  She then smiled devilishly and walked to her bathroom before returning with a tube of red lipstick.

“Am I as sexy as you, Cowtina?”  Belle asked the newly named tiny, supple cow woman.  She opened the lipstick and leaned over, placing one hand on the idol to keep it stable while she applied a thin layer of lipstick to her new friend.  “You look beautiful.  We’ll post some Instagram pics tomorrow, okay?  You’re going to be a star.”

“A-ahh!”  Belle yelped suddenly, a little spark of electricity going through the hand she had used to keep the statue steady.  She pulled away and examined herself as her heart raced a million miles per hour.  “Static?...”  Something seemed off, but it seemed like it was just a little jolt. For a moment, it felt like the statue was giving off a little warmth, but it passed quickly.  Maybe she was far more tired than she initially thought.

Wait a moment, she mused to herself, realizing she was exhausted.  When had she gotten so tired?  She stood and quickly stumbled to the bathroom to pee before coming back out and turning out her light.  Waves of complete exhaustion wracked her, forcing the confused girl to collapse into her bed with a healthy jiggle of her tits.  “I…  I just need to sleep…”  Belle’s voice trailed off as she passed out into a deep, all-consuming slumber.

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