Transcript Start<br /><br />There were very few people in life Sam was dissatisfied with. Save for his boss (who had been unwittingly 'rehabilitated' into his loving understudy) and a handful of folk, Sam was otherwise an understanding man, preferring not to let opinion get the better of his judgement over others.<br /><br />[GET OWNED NO LIF3RS]<br /><br />But as he stared down a taunt spelt out in comic sans overlaid on an absolutely snobbish face only a mother could love plastered over his desktop, the hard working office boy could only click his tongue in frustration as his hands hovered over the keyboard, midway through typing up a message of encouragement for one of his all time favourite streamers about to set a record for speedrunning a notoriously difficult video game. A great moment soured by a troll with far too much time on his hands.<br /><br />Familiar with the man in question, Sam had seen his rise to notoriety within the streaming community. Starting out as an obnoxious spammer, Bill went by many aliases online, changing every time an account was taken down. Not even IP bans proved capable of stopping his tirade against Bwitch streamers, escalating in scale from simple spamming to taking advantage of the streaming service's vulnerabilities via hacking, overlaying streams with illicit imagery and other annoying ones that disrupted things for both the streamer and their audience. So cocksure of himself, Bill had even used his own ugly mug in these pranks, the very same face Sam was fuming over right now.<br /><br />He'd been planning to watch this stream right to the end in a show of support, but with this debilitating blow that usually took hours to fix, it seemed Sam had no choice but to throw in the towel early tonight&#8230;or did he?<br /><br />Glancing over to his phone, Sam scoops the thing up with an eager look in his eye, sliding a thumb over the screen before pressing down on a quaint little icon, loading up a reality bending camera capable of inverting a subject(s) as long as they were the main focal point, uploaded to his phone one fine day through a mysterious message. Since then he'd gotten plenty of practice with it; saving himself by transforming his would be murderer into a rookie cop, accidentally granting his friend a good time by turning a cheap little cafe into an expensive confectionery staffed with a 'loose' waitress. The possibilities were endless, but the implications behind each transformation, especially the latest one, taught Sam to be frugal with its use, only ever resorting to it when needed.<br /><br />But besides potentially ridding himself and the world of an annoying prick, Sam was also curious to see if taking a picture of a picture could affect the subject. Pointing the camera towards his computer screen before pumping his fist in the air as the freak still of Bill's face filters through the lens, warped into the bubbly visage of a lovely young woman sporting a beauty mark beneath large almond shaped eyes containing lively golden irises. Framed by sharp locks of hair partially dyed neon orange beneath to match the turtle neck top he could barely see in the mugshot. Not even thinking for a second, Sam immediately thumbs down the capture button, wincing as the dimly lit room flares with pink light, dying away just as the sounds of hectic commentary over gameplay returns, exciting Sam as he reclined into his chair, setting aside his phone before typing out the rest of his encouragement message with a knowing sigh of relief.<br /><br />While he was a smidge curious about what had happened to Bill, that tiny speck in his mind did little to budge Sam from his seat as he slowly gets back into the boisterous mood of watching a new record be set in the annals of gaming history, ignorant to the female version of Bill's face flitting by in the many supportive messages in chat&#8230;<br /><br />Elsewhere across the country in a messy apartment, Bill was snickering to himself, musing about all the people whining in chat, sending him death threats and the usual nonsense he got after every hit. But just as he was about to reach out for the keyboard, a curious wave of invisible energy runs through the house before speeding up the legs of his chair to envelop the portly man in magenta threads, removing the clutter across every inch of the place and tidying it all up with a new coat of paint as dust, grime and pests disintegrate altogether. By the time it was over, the apartment was glowing in polish it hadn't been seen in for quite awhile, all thanks to the hard work of the new tenant sitting dumbfounded in her chair as it creaked in protest to her heart shaped rear pressing down against it.<br /><br />Beth was dumbstruck for a moment, feeling like something was off as her vision seemed to grow hazy for a moment, oblivious to long silken hair tumbling down a sexy, arched back while the bulge in her jeans quivered for a second before receding, only to surge forth once more as sensitive folds and new abdominal muscles form a delectable cameltoe between plump thighs, glancing downward across her workstation to direct her woozy vision over pert, D cup breasts jutting out beneath a woollen long sleeved shirt to the half assembled handgun prop held in dexterous hands tipped with trimmed and polished nails. What exactly was wrong here?<br /><br />Her thoughts however, would be broken by a sudden ping from her fashionable desktop, turning her wide eyes back to the screen just in time to view a message from a concerned donor wondering if she was alright.<br /><br />"Ah&#8230;soz everyone! Had a teensy tiny brain fart for a sec, just remembered somethin' 'portant&#8230;so as I was sayin', I made this lil nifty piece all by myself in case you were still wonderin' Dex&#8230;and whoever's spammin' the chat, I see ya&#8230;keep that shit up and I'm bringin' the banhammer down! Whaddya mean ya get t'do it just cuz you paid me?! I'm not some cheap E-girl y'know?!"<br /><br />Shaking her head with a sigh, the self made set designer focused her mind back to the task at hand; assembling yet another well made weapon prop to be used in a high budget movie. She loved streaming her work process to the world as long as her partner's were alright with it. Attracting a strong following thanks to her impeccable work and high quality products that often sold for a high price whenever she held commissions. With a well paying job, a streaming hobby that offered more income and a loving boyfriend she always loved to get down and dirty with, what more could Beth want from life?<br /><br />Transcript End<br /><br /><span>A request long overdue for someone on the Discord for a troll to e-girl streamer in the invershot series so I took the opportunity to bring focus back to Sam with this one.</span><br /><br /><span>Link to my Discord group if you wanna hang with like minded peeps and view content I cant post on DA :&nbsp;</span><a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://discord.gg/6kruMRX9jk">discord.gg/6kruMRX9jk</a><br /><br /><span>Link to my Patreon where I upload exclusive captions and stories if you wanna support me :&nbsp;</span><a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.patreon.com/YakerTG">www.patreon.com/YakerTG</a><br /><br />image 1 by Gie_Gienara :&nbsp;<a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/28005896">www.pixiv.net/en/users/2800589&hellip;</a><br /><br />Image 2 by Tomochi :&nbsp;<a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/24963071">www.pixiv.net/en/users/2496307&hellip;</a>