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 Belle took a deep breath and stared at her phone screen as she sat on her bed. Roger returned her message, deciding work would start Wednesday at 8:00AM sharp. He told her that farm work would usually begin earlier, but he was cutting her slack and allowing her to acclimate to the schedule. Sophia was out for a little while, so she would talk to her about these farm plans later.

"I guess I should thank you for considering my sleep schedule, but I'm still just pissed," Belle grunted, setting her phone down and flopping onto her back as she stared at her bedroom ceiling. The last few days had been a bit of a blur, filled with raging hormones, anger, and confusion. Knowing that Sophia was willing to help with the farm bullshit whenever possible was the only golden thread of hope she had to grab onto right now. She would take hold and walk toward the light in some way or another.

"I… I need a drink or something," she grunted, putting a hand over her head as she took a few slow and steady breaths. Since she still had a few nights before losing her life to farmwork, she wanted to focus on her e-career as much as possible. Minutes passed as Belle stared at the ceiling, the air conditioner cooling her room as it generated peaceful white noise. "Maybe-- a video game?" She said out loud, raising an eyebrow as she scanned her brain for an idea. What did people want to see? It would be easy enough to play some easy games like Fortnight. Maybe she could show off a little cleavage and act like a ditz to make her viewers happy.

Belle winced, feeling a slight twinge of shame. Am I going to resort to being a complete thot for my views? She mused, not wanting to admit that she had already been nearing that level before her run-in with the Cortina idol. After dwelling on her thoughts for a few minutes, she decided not to worry about that right now. She would play that new game where you repeatedly bashed your face against brick wall-like boss battles; Eldest Souls, was it? She had seen other streamers getting a lot of views even when they played poorly. It wasn't like she would be able to get very far without help, but her Belleievers would eat it up as long as she turned on the charm.

"Fuck it. Weird fucking dreams, hormonal issues, and my dad being an ass aren't enough to keep me down." Belle psyched herself up and stood up, stretching her arms with a defiant yawn. A sudden tingle went through her body as her head and tailbone throbbed. "Ahhh…" She winced as a throb in her ass and tits followed soon after. "Not again-- god dammit," the internet star grunted, adjusting her boxer shorts and tee-shirt as they rode up and chafed uncomfortably. Without warning, her nipples spasmed, sending shocks cascading through her chest as they rippled through her chest. "Ahhhhh!" She cried out as her body trembled. A bizarre spurting sensation erupted from each nipple, causing Belle to look down in horror. Thick, creamy fluid seeped through the fabric of her shirt.

A confused look spread across her face as her whole body trembled. "W-- What?" She recalled noticing that her nipples were crusty when she showed a few days prior, but now she got to witness the horror in real-time. "No-- I… Birth control…" She shook her head as tears welled up in her eyes. Belle's clitoris ached and screamed for stimulation as she wrapped her arms over her chest and shook her head in desperation. The pressure and pain at the base of her spine and atop her head intensified, a sensation of tearing flesh overtaking the hysterical young woman.

Just relax. Enjoy your day and focus on your stream tonight. A voice echoed in Belle's head as a surreal wave of calm washed over her. The aching within her erogenous zones didn't cease, but it was as if something was willing her to relax. Her adrenaline subsided as a weak giggle escaped her lips. "I need to focus on my stream tonight-- that's right! That's all I need to do." Belle pulled her shirt off, tossing it to the ground as she grabbed some tissue and carefully wiped her breasts. Now getting a better look, she saw how ripe and swollen they appeared. She had originally been on the smaller side of C cup and was now pushing past the upper range of D. Despite their impressive size; they stayed perky while her nipples stood erect, hard as diamonds. Tits don't grow that fast-- this isn't right, this… A fog rolled over her brain once more. Look how nicely shaped they are, though. Her lips curled into a smile as she thought about wearing a lower crop top during her stream. These heaving jugs were a gift; they could help push her channel's views to the next level.

A part of Belle screamed that this was wrong; she was above getting views by acting like a slut on camera… Wasn't she? She hesitated, biting her lip. Did it matter? Perhaps it wasn't like she would do it all the time, just once in a while. "Y-- Yeah! It's fine! I should ask Daniela for something to wear!" Belle told herself with a giggle as the torrent of conflicting emotions fogged over her head.

She pulled on a new shirt and left her room, walking down the hall toward Daniela's room. Was she even home? Belle could make out faint sounds coming from behind her feisty friend's room as she approached, so it seemed likely.

Are you really going to get help from Daniela so you can be sluttier for your virgin fanbase? A voice suddenly echoed in Belle's head, causing her eyes to widen in horror. Was that her conscience? "No-- shut up…" She felt like she was losing her mind. Images of giant, dark cocks flooded Belle's mind while the fragrance of fresh cut grass suddenly assaulted her ou of nowhere. "Ahhh-- ahhh… No…." She took a step back from Daniela's door, vaguely recalling the dream she had just recently. Did she learn something important? But what? I have to get a fucking grip. I can't lose my mind. I'm Belle-- I'm strong, I'm smart as hell, I'm hot. I'm above this. Whatever the fuck was happening, she refused to give in.

"Oooohhh fuck yeeeah!" Daniela's voice suddenly cooed from behind her door.

Belle jumped, losing her train of thought as her mind shifted away from her ongoing existential crisis. Was Daniela masturbating or something? It sure sounded like she was enjoying herself. Belle took another step away from her friend's door and took a deep breath to regain her composure. I should leave her be. She's obviously busy. She was about to turn when she noticed something. Her eyes narrowed, honing in on Daniela's door as she saw it was actually slightly ajar. Oh, she didn't correctly close her door. Walking away and ignoring the lewd noises emanating from Daniela's bedroom would be the right thing to do. No-- it was the only thing she could do.

While in the middle of telling herself this, Belle stepped forward and placed her hand on the doorknob. No-- wait, what am I doing? She asked herself as she carefully cracked the door open just wide enough to peek in. Belle ultimately couldn't fight her compulsion as a mix of excitement and shame washed over her. No, no, no-- what the fuck am I doing!?

"Oh my gooood, yessss…" Daniela moaned. Her writhing, naked form was sprawled on the bed as a digital camera upon a tripod recorded her from a few feet below the bed's foot. From Belle's current angle, she got a side view of the action. Daniela fondled her supple, tan breast, giving it a squeeze as a squeal of delight flowed from her pouty red lips.

She-- she is recording this? Belle asked herself, staring in awe as her internal voice of dissent once again dulled in lieu of her unyielding curiosity. A pang of arousal shot through the core of her body, her vulva saturating with a hot stickiness.

"Mmmm… You know I appreciate my top supporters. I hope you enjoy the show…" Daniela purred as sweat glistened on her curvaceous, pin-up girl body. Her fingertips pushed through her perfectly formed labia and rubbed her clitoris in slow circles. Simultaneously, her hips jerked and jutted upward in rhythmic motion while she squealed and filled the air with lustful sounds.

Is this some OnlyFans thing or what? Belle thought before her pupils suddenly dilated, and a torrent of sexual memories surfaced. That hike with Bret-- her big cock fantasies, all of it. As her head and tailbone painfully throbbed, she addressed the more pressing sensation between her legs as her trembling hand slid downward, slipping into her shorts as they brushed over her aroused sexy. She squeezed her clitoris with trembling fingers and released a tiny gasp, taking short gasps as she completely lost control. It felt so damn good, but it wasn't enough.

"Let's crank it uuuuuup, shall we?" Daniela sensually moaned as she reached her hand off the bed toward her right. After rummaging, she held up a large, dark purple vibrator. It was a solid twelve inches in length and pretty girthy. "You want to see this in me, right? I'll turn it on in just a minute." She spread her legs and used the fingers of her other hand to spread her labia apart, showing her dripping wet inner labia off to her viewers. "I'm going to put it in, okay?" Daniela giggled, giving a wink as she brought the vibrator between her legs and placed the tip at the bottom of her throbbing vulva. Her hips shuddered and shifted as the dark purple shaft gradually penetrated her body. After two or three inches of vibrator entered her tight body, she turned the sex toy on. "AHHH! Oooooh!" Daniela squealed, biting her lip as her hips trembled.

 Why-- why isn't there anyone to touch my tits for me? Belle angrily thought, moving her free hand under her shirt as she clenched her swollen tit. Even just a faint squeeze was enough to cause a warm squirt of milk to spray through her fingers. Watching Daniela's body shake and moan as the vibrating plastic slid further and further was too much to bear; no one could witness such a scene without getting horny. Images of Bret danced in her mind as she felt a strong desire to have his big, throbbing cock buried deep within her. She didn't even notice the tearing sensation at the base of her spine and the subsequent brushing of something against the fabric of her boxers.

Daniela carefully slid the vibrator to the base, fully taking the length into her well-shaped, feminine body. "Fuck yes! I'm-- I'm going to go harder, fuck… I promise I won't cum yet… I'll hold it off for my lovely fans!" She cried out with an excited squeal, pulling the vibrator out nice and slow before pushing in again. At the same time, she pushed her hips down to meet the thrust and gradually got into a rhythm as she fucked the artificial cock.

"I-- I need that…" Belle whispered under her breath as a surge of jealousy coursed through her. She rubbed her clitoris in frantic circles and massaged and rubbed her leaking tit. "Mmmmm--ooooo…" She grimaced at her noises, moving a milk-coated hand up from her tit to cover her mouth to stifle the peculiar moans she continuously uttered. Daniela probably made good money off of this-- how was that fair? Why couldn't she do the same? If Belle went the OnlyFans route instead of trying to stream video games and market shopping trips, maybe she could make enough income to go low contact with her dad-- or even no contact, for that matter. Would it really be so wrong to take the easy way out for once?

"Ahhhh--fffuuuckkk!" Daniela screamed, shaking as her hips thrashed. She pushed the vibrator in harder and harder as sticky fluid seeped out from her folds and trickled onto the bed sheets.

"Mmmm--oooooh…" Belle shuddered, rubbing herself as her mind went blank. She could hardly think straight other than fleeting, brief images of big dick. She hit her own climax and released a loud gasp, collapsing with her back against the wall. "Ahhh… Ahh…" She panted, pulling her hand away as she closed her eyes. It didn't take long for her to realize what had happened. The throbbing in her nethers died as she felt a deep sense of shame permeate every cell of her body. "Fuck-- what… What am I doing?" Belle choked as tears fell from her face.

Wouldn't it be easier to make your fans happy this way? Daniela probably has way more viewers than you do. How do you think she affords so much without a real job? The voice in Belle's head sounded off. She shakily stood to her feet and staggered toward her bedroom while Daniela's moans echoed in the background. Before long, she reached her bedroom and slammed the door shut, collapsing on the bed as she curled up into a ball. "F-- Fuck… No-- I can't… I can't fall that far-- I can't sink that low…" She murmured, cursing that awful inner voice that urged her toward the easy path. After some time, she fell into a troubled slumber.

Belle jolted awake upon hearing a knock at her door, sitting upright as she blinked and rubbed her eyes. "Huh?..." She muttered, grabbing the phone from her nightstand. It was 2:30PM, so she must have fallen asleep for a few hours.

"Hey! Belle-- are you awake? I'm sorry if I woke you from a nap," the voice Sophia chimed. "Can I come in?"

Belle paused before pulling her blanket away and inspecting her body. Boxer shorts and a tee-shirt; that seemed presentable enough. "Yeah-- sure, come in," she quietly responded.

Sophia opened the door and poked her head in with a gentle smile. "Hey! I just wanted to see how you were doing…" She paused upon seeing Belle, noticing how disheveled she seemed. There were dark bags under her eyes, and she generally seemed to not be doing well. Then again, considering what Sophia had seen of Belle recently, she wasn't surprised.

"Oh-- yeah, I'm… I'm okay," Belle responded.

Sophia stepped in and closed the door behind her, walking over as she sat on the edge of the bed. She gave Belle a sympathetic look and placed a hand on her shoulder. "I know you have been going through a lot. Do you need to talk?"

"No-- I…" Belle began to tremble. "I'm fine…" Despite her words, a few tears streamed from her face. She reached her hand up to brush them away in embarrassment. "Fuck-- this isn't what I wanted. I feel like--" should she really vent? Belle was desperate and scared, so maybe it wouldn't hurt. "I'm losing myself. I have all of these hormonal changes… I find myself fantasizing about opening a fucking OnlyFans and making money the easy way. There's just so much bullshit in my head right now, Sophia." She shook her head, putting her hands over her face.

Without hesitation, Sophia leaned in and wrapped her arms around Belle, pulling her into a gentle hug. "Sweetheart. You are still you. You're going through a tough spot right now, but you still have the power to change your life if it's going in a direction you don't like. I won't pretend I fully understand, but I know you can take a stand."

Belle immediately recalled a snippet from her latest dream. There had been something about it not being too late; if she made changes, she could reverse and fix what was happening to her-- was that right? It wasn't like she believed in some dream, but hypothetically, she would just need to improve herself and gradually shift back to normal, right?... Right? She internally pleaded, "Do-- do you really mean that?" Belle murmured, resting against her friend.

"Of course I do! I genuinely believe in you. Why don't you talk to me? Tell me about what you've been going through."

Belle hesitated before she gave in and began to talk, explaining some of the frustrations she had suffered. She omitted the part about stealing a cow idol but came clean about the situation with Bret, her hormonal angst, the issues with her father, and more. During her explanation, she occasionally grew emotional and needed a moment to collect herself. After speaking for a while and getting gentle words of assurance from Sophia, Belle began to perk back up again.

"You look like you're feeling a bit better now. I'll make us some dinner in a little while. Why don't you relax and think about what you're doing for your stream tonight?" Sophia suggested, pulling back from her friend.

Belle weakly nodded, feeling reinvigorated. I AM in control. Cursed or not, I won't let anyone or anything tell me who I am and what I can be. She grinned, pushing her negative thoughts away. "Thank you, that sounds good," she responded, seeing Sophia off as her friend left the room.

After Sophia left, Belle flopped onto her back and stared at the ceiling once more. "Tonight's stream is going to be freakin' awesome. I can do this!" Despite her motivational words, she couldn't wholly curb that nagging feeling of pessimism. Was any of this really going to be easy? Would her stream really go off without a hitch?

CHAPTER END

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