Not Just a Phase – Part 3

The drive was an exercise in frustration for Mary. Though she’d gotten off that morning thinking about seeing her girlfriend for the first time in person in over a month, the two hours in the car with building anticipation was maddening.

Mary had even pulled over halfway there at one of those mega rest stops, unable to focus on the road. She sent some flirty, probably too-desperate sounding texts to Emily. Class be damned, she needed her girl so badly she spammed Emily with pink hearts and thirsty selfies until she finally got a short string of replies.

oh god mai

good girl

mommy is busy

cant wait to see u 🥰

It was enough for Mary, who had been holding off touching herself, but was already sweaty and wet. She quickly found a parking spot near the back of the lot, away from the families and tourists churring through the gas stations and food court. Her pants were already unbuttoned at the top – they were cute and made her ass look amazing, but cut into the soft stomach she’d grown over the summer. With a plausibly private distance, she squeezed her hand between her legs and rubbed.

In spite of her desire and the precarious location, she found herself edging. It was a habit she hadn’t intended to pick up, but all the engagement and influencer work had made it impracticable to just cum constantly whenever she’d gotten turned on. So now, sitting in this parking lot in the middle of nowhere, Mary was manically trying to push herself over the edge – in spite of a hard instinct to ride the pleasure indefinitely.

After what seemed like an eternity, she finally managed to re-mount her phone on her dashboard. With the screen auto-playing through the reaction feed to her latest TikTok, and another free hand to grope her newly-impressive breasts, she finally came.

Catching her breath, and looking around the parking lot to make sure no one had seen her, she saw a teenage boy in the distance. Old enough to be cute and on the cusp of a hottie, but young enough that he was still slouching around a picnic table, no doubt dragged around on some family car trip. While his parents were distracted by something this teen’s younger sibling was excitedly communicating – the boy was locked into eye contact with Mary – a slack jaw and shocked expression. Mary knew if she’d been close enough to see, the boy’s cock was probably pitching a tent under that table.

So she had an audience! Mary was surprisingly flattered. She’d been so worried about getting caught, she hadn’t even thought about how hot it was to be appreciated like this. He had a hoddie from Emily’s college, so Mary reassured herself he was probably just a young looking freshman boy.

A large semi truck, blaring it’s horn to clear a path, slid between them. Mary gave the gobstruck cutie a wink and little wave as they were separated.

Flush with the climax, not to mention the ego boost from her adoring fan, she grinned and cleaned herself up using the rearview mirror. 

Her hair was a bit frazzled, but nothing some product and a brushing couldn’t fix. Her shorts were wet with sweat and her juices, but a flannel tied around her waist would be good enough. 

Mary was surprisingly comfortable crossing the parking lot in her slightly disheveled state. Her outfit was probably a little to small and skimpy for her new weight. The heavy cream, the hearty breakfasts and delicious snacks from the local farmer’s market were worth some discomfort. Almost everything was going straight to her ass, tits and thighs but a little softness was still unavoidable. She actually liked it, and didn’t mind if her new curves peaked through a bit. These days, more attention always felt so, so, so good!

Not Just a Phase – Part 2

Mai logs in and shows off.

camera off tn?? 😭😭

The chat was flooded with activity the moment she logged in, immediately followed by lots of sad faces. They always were so sad when she wasn’t on video.

Back when she first made the server, the constant pings and clamoring for getting on stream were annoying and obnoxious. Every immature and entitled fanboy seemed to demand Mai’s full attention.

Sure, those first few days of live streaming were stressful. She nearly just closed the server and retreated to posting on Insta, where she only had the comments and occasional DMs to worry about.

But time just seemed to blur like it often did this year, and Mary had found herself enjoying the attention. Even looking forward to it.

Besides how could she show off for Emily if she wasn’t streaming?

im missing midterms 4 u mai 💔

Before, when she was uploading as Mai, each video could be reviewed and re-shot. She’d been just emulating her mother’s own slightly stilted Engrish in those short clips — god new she didn’t actually have an accent. The cringe was real, and every time she’d slip from an authentic voice to stereotype she’d re-shoot.

Mai had been a curated persona back then. A character Mary built up, edited and presented in the way to get the most attention and follows. If Mai had been born in silly videos on TikTok, she’d found her voice live streaming.

just want vc!! need that sexy voice tn

The first time she actually got on voice chat was when Emily was back home for the first time since College. They had been slipping to roleplay more and more long distance, and Mary knew it was only a matter of time each night before Emily would “ask if Mai could talk” (she always could).

When Emi was finally there in person, they never even talked girlfriend-to-girlfriend. Horny and desperate, Emily had edged Mary into “Mai-mode” and kept her there for the whole weekend. It was maddening, but Mary was drunk on the evil look in Emily’s eyes (and the liter of bottom shelf vodka they’d won by flirting with a DILF outside the local liquor store).

1k subs and we get noods? 😉

Sometime late into that hazy weekend, with both girls pushing each other in whispered tones as Adam slept down the hall, Emily had fingered Mai senseless and slipped on the laptop mic.

Mary was furious as soon as she’d noticed, but Mai was totally in control at that point and happily gushed her dirtiest confessions the lucky fans who happened to be online so late.

ur spray got nuked in fortBlox. dm fpr details @mai_xoxo

Since then, it had become almost dangerously easy for Mary to just to hop onto cam as Mai. Once you’ve cum to a thousand horny followers, it’s difficult to feel awkward.

“Haaai!” Mai clicked into view. “Emi-san, like, I did okay?”

Mai leaned back from the camera to show off her latest cosplay. Emily had been insistent it was show-accurate, so the cut was impractically low and fit jaw-dropping tight.

“I did good, Emi-san?” Mai giggled at the flood of heart and eggplant emojis streaming down the text chat. She bounced up a little and clapped, making sure her cleavage slipped just enough to give the fans a little nip-slip.

Manic Pixie Slut!

Vivian James is a silly, toxic projection of misogyny and male gaze. That’s what makes cosplaying a sexy, objectified version of her so fucking hot.

From the pink voice in your head…

Vivian James is a silly, toxic projection of misogyny and male gaze.

That’s what makes cosplaying a sexy, objectified version of her so fucking hot. Embrace that this is what “gaming girls” should be.

Embrace being eye candy for horny nerds.

Embrace that you’re valued on your looks more than your personality or “skills”.

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Good Advice from a Bad Place

Lilly hates how much she loves the comments under porn of her dopplebanger.

this is what all Asian girls dream of growing up to be

It was a shitty comment, and one Lilly couldn’t stop thinking about.

She watched porn, like most single adults. Her daughter was off at school most of the day, and working from home she tended to have the house to herself. 

Lilly wasn’t ashamed of it, though if she was being honest, the frequency of consumption was probably unhealthy these last few months. 

Her taste tended to be toward straight porn. Nothing crazy or creepy. She’d long ago accepted that her preferences were self-insertion wish fulfillment: Asian women with well hung white men.

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A Confession from Mr. Hyde

Back when I was an irresponsibly horny teen, I was dating a girl 100% for her looks and the sex. 

She was obnoxious, vapid and shallow. Everyone – friends, family – hated her, but she was head over heels infatuated with me.

So 19 year old me (being the toxic creep I was) told her if she kept me horny, I’d never break up with her.

She called it my “Mister Hyde” weakness.

For over a year, she enabled me to just be a selfish, spoiling ‘daddy’ to her – and I would give her more ammunition every time.

“If you edge me for hours, I’ll say I love you more than anything.”

“If you wear this outfit and pretend to be your sister, I’ll blow off my father’s birthday.”

“If you keep me turned on, I’ll never leave you.”

It was a horrible, enabling relationship. 

And some of the hottest sex I’ve ever had.

(Before you ask: yes, she was Asian.)

Lowered Expectations

From the pink, ditzy voice in your head:

Disappoint your parents.

Shame your family.

Break your teachers’ hearts.

Their expectations are holding you back.

Make yourself sexy and stupid for random perverts on the internet.

Your culture, your heritage, your “standards” – all are preventing you from being truly happy.

Be who you really are.

Be dumb.

Be slutty.

Give in.

Bimbo is better.