The Big-Titted Streamer Agonizes Over a King-Sized Cock
I stream with these absurdly huge breasts bouncing around like I own the place — but the truth is, ever since I was little, my chest has been a complex.
I hit puberty early, so from elementary school on the kids around me never let me hear the end of it. They cackled and stuck me with ridiculous nicknames like "symbol of fertility." They whispered behind my back and pointed, buying into that stupid idea that big-chested girls must be desperate for men.
If I tried to hide them under baggy clothes, that just made me look fat, and then they teased me for that instead. I hated my body so much I seriously considered reduction surgery.
What finally got me past it was starting to stream as a hobby — and something that happened not long after.
The air conditioner had died, and the heat pouring off the computer was brutal.
"Nngyaaaah. This is so annoying!!! I'm dying of heat over here!!! Ugh, I'm taking this off!!!"
Game over after game over, sweat pouring down — I was gradually losing my mind. I snapped, couldn't hold the impulse back, and yanked my top straight off.
My sweat-soaked breasts heaved free, heavy and slick, and the sudden coolness hit at the exact same moment as the horror of what I'd just done — blood drained from my head — but the reaction was surprisingly good.
Of course people still made fun of me. Most of them did, honestly. But it was a different kind of teasing from the slimy, nasty stuff I'd dealt with in real life — somewhere in it, there was something almost cheerful.
When someone got serious and called them ugly, others actually defended me, saying a big-chested girl doesn't have big breasts because she wanted them that way. And there were people cheering me on, too.
That gave me courage. I started streaming more shamelessly, in clothes that were actually comfortable. If I went first, maybe other big-chested women could feel a little freer too — that was the thought that kept me going.
Well. The more I did it, the less likely any guy would ever want to meet me. But still.
And then today, someone showed up and said my chest was too sexy.
"Are you insane? What the hell was that, seriously…"
It was the first time in my life anyone had ever said something like that to me. He started with "I'm hard," and I got so embarrassed I put my clothes back on. My ears were burning. Total chaos.
In the end it turned into a funny, good stream, I guess, but…
Before half a day had even passed, a fan-edited Shorts clip went up. Comments like "is this that North Wind and the Sun thing?" flooded in, and everyone was having a blast.
The general mood was half-believing, half-doubting whether that donor had been serious.
At first I figured he was just messing with me, too…
But the donation amount wasn't small, and the way he talked felt genuine. I wondered if it was some elaborate troll job, but when I checked, he'd been subscribed since the day I first started streaming.
It isn't like this is the first or second time I've taken something off on stream. So why now all of a sudden? Because the half-covered look was more obscene?
I was self-aware enough to know I'd been pushing it a little lately. Not long ago I'd even gotten a quiet warning from the platform. Maybe stripping it all the way off had been too much.
But enough to get someone hard? I'd never once gotten a look like that from a man. Looks of disgust, sure — I'd had those up to my eyeballs.
This restless, fluttering feeling just would not settle down.
"…Haaaah."
After turning it over and over, I reached my own conclusion, let out a long breath, and sent that viewer a message — as politely as I could manage — saying I'd be more careful, so please refrain from comments like that.
Maybe he really had gotten hard over my chest. But there was no way. I decided to treat it that way. Better not to hope; that way the disappointment hurts less when you're wrong.
Cut it clean with this message and forget it. A one-off little incident.
Honestly I didn't even need to write a reply. But without it, this useless hopeful flutter — this excitement that was obviously going to end in disappointment — didn't feel like it would go away. And then my streaming would start getting weird too.
So I sent the message, felt a little freer — and the reply that came back was:
That he'd gotten hard was a fact, apparently.
"…Yeah, right."
I snorted.
Unless two people who truly love each other set aside a long time to prepare for sex, or get help from drugs, a man in this world does not get hard that easily. "Love at first hard-on" is the kind of thing that only happens in porn.
So I was ready to write it off as a joke.
Until that viewer — until Mara — sent a photo of a cock so overwhelmingly huge I'd never seen anything like it.
"?!"
Clatter-crash-bang!!
I was so startled I went over backward in the chair. I scrambled sideways, set the chair upright, and looked at the monitor again.
"…"
That absurd thing left me speechless. Blood rushed straight to my face.
"Wh-wh-what is this…"
The biggest, most beautiful cock I had ever seen in my life was right there on the screen.
"This is an impossible dick…"
The kind of massive cock only erotic manga artists draw under the logic of "bigger is always better" — and it existed in reality.
A fat glans that looked like it would scrape the inside of a pussy raw. A slight upward curve that would press hard into a cervix if you took it deep. Veins bulging like they were ready to throb any second. That thick girth, that overwhelming length—
"Ah… ahh…"
A hot, aching throb hit low in my belly. My pussy tingled.
I-i-is this real? A real cock? Not a composite or something?
It was so filthy and so beautiful it almost didn't feel real — but it didn't look edited. I reverse-image-searched it just in case, checked the file info, and everything only confirmed the photo had been taken moments ago.
This is really my viewer's — Mara's — cock…? The one who said he got hard looking at me…?
Every worry I'd been chewing on earlier blew clean out of my head. I just stared at the cock on the monitor, trembling with arousal. My breath went short. My nipples went hard. My lower belly throbbed, and my pussy got wet.
Shaking, I stared at the photo, then sent Mara a message.
Not a firm rejection. Not a threat to report him. Just a question I couldn't hold back out of raw curiosity.
"Ah. It's real…"
Just like he said, there was a sticky note beside the cock with his nickname — Mara — written on it for verification. I'd been so locked on the dick I hadn't noticed it at all.
This cock was definitely Mara's. But there was still one thing I couldn't understand.
I couldn't see why a cock this magnificent and massive would get excited over someone like me — not ugly, sure, but nothing specially pretty either. Just a girl with stupidly huge breasts and not much else.
Not particularly tall. Chest way too big for no good reason. No muscle. Face not ugly, but young-looking — a kid's face with zero cool factor.
Short, big-chested, no muscle, baby-faced. An utterly ordinary, dime-a-dozen kind of girl.
And lately I'd been straight-up flashing my chest and letting it bounce around like some kind of comedian.
To me, sitting there thinking all of that, Mara said something I had never heard once in my entire life. The kind of line that belonged in some embarrassing romance manga.
"Nnh…"
This was bad. My heart was pounding ridiculously hard. Without realizing it, I'd pressed my thighs tight together and started squirming.
With trembling hands I sent another reply, denying it the way common sense said I should —
— and in the first line, Mara said something so happy I'd secretly been hoping to hear —
"Wh-whaaaaat?!"
— and in the second line, he casually dropped an insanely perverted act like it was nothing.
The kind of play you only see in SM porn — sandwiching a cock between breasts and squeezing — something so sacrilegious I'd been too embarrassed to even imagine it. And Mara said, completely straight-faced, that he wanted to do it.
"Th-this guy is a total pervert…"
Hearing something that extreme out of nowhere made my whole face burn. I'd thought this was a romance manga. It was erotic manga. Or maybe it already was, from the moment he sent the dick pic. My brain wasn't working right.
A s-scam? Like one of those romance scams that are supposedly trending?
And around this point, a little suspicion started creeping in.
A man with a magnificent cock showing up to call these breasts pretty — the same breasts that had only ever been mocked — what was this, some erotic manga? Things this good don't just happen.
"Nnh, nnnnngh…"
But the cock was this big. So big and so incredible.
With a cock like this, maybe it was fine to get played. Even if he cleaned me out for money, if I got to take a cock like this, it wouldn't exactly be a bad deal, would it?
"What kind of stupid thoughts am I having! Get a grip!"
Slap!
I smacked my own cheek and stared hard at the cock on the monitor again.
No matter how I look at it, it's a real cock… There's even the username verification.
For a second I wondered if it could be a silicone fake, but the veins, the color, the shape — no matter how I looked, it was real. Fundamentally different in presence from every fake silicone dick I'd ever seen in porn.
That magnificent cock made my lower belly, my womb, throb. My panties were soaked. I had never been this turned on in my life.
"Haaaaah…"
I let out a hot breath and imagined taking that cock in my mouth, sucking it, tasting it, putting it in my pussy.
I imagined that thick, massive cock — that glans — spreading open a pussy that had never taken anything but my own fingers, and driving all the way in.
I imagined it parting my insides so good as it pushed deep, shoving my womb up with a firm press, then scraping back out along my walls with that fat head.
"Nnh, uuuugh… Haaaaaah…!!"
I couldn't hold it anymore.
A soft slide, a wet sound…
I pulled down panties that were already drenched, scooted my hips forward, and hooked my legs open over the desk. On the monitor, I put the viewer's cock on full screen.
Once I come, I'll be able to think coldly again…
I bared my chest. One hand grabbed a nipple that was uselessly sensitive; the other spread my pussy with index and ring finger while the middle pressed on my clit.
A firm press, a rub-rub…
"Nnh, huu…"
I masturbated imagining that huge cock burying itself in me. Like I was begging the cock on the screen to put it in, I spread my pussy open with two fingers and rubbed my clit hard.
A deep press, rub-rub, wet little sounds…
"Haa, haa, haa… Nnh, haa."
I fantasized about him sucking and licking these stupidly huge breasts he'd called big and beautiful, about him tearing through the hymen of my still-virgin pussy and driving deep. Imagining him sucking my chest was too much — I lifted a breast and took the hard nipple into my own mouth and sucked it myself.
"Slurp, suck, mmph, haa, haa, hah, nnh, hnh, haah, haa…!!"
I'd barely started — my first time in a long while — and not even a few minutes had passed when—
"…Nnh!! Hinh!!"
A sudden gush!!
"Ah, haah. Ah, ah…!!"
Spurt, squirt, a trickle, a longer trickle…
"Haa, haa, haa… Wh-what…"
I'd come ridiculously fast. So fast I didn't even have time to grab a tissue, and I dirtied the desk and chair with my fluids. I'd never experienced anything like it.
I felt stupid and pathetic for it, and yet—
"Nnnnngh…"
The desire I'd thought would settle once I came once hadn't dropped even a little. My lower belly, my womb, ached so badly it was almost enough to cry.
I wanted to have sex with a viewer. The one desire a streamer is absolutely not supposed to have.
No reply.
Yeah, maybe that was a bit much… I might have gone too far. No — I did go too far.
I'd only been honest, but men in this world are all so restrained. The level of what I'd said might have come off as full-blown deranged pervert.
I told myself that if I got blocked and reported and my account suspended over this, I'd take it with humility — and then three messages from Boyang came in one after another.
"…Holy shit. Is this real."
If she wanted to, of course I wanted to. But I still couldn't tell what intention Boyang had in sending that message.
Maybe it was a question meant to dig out my intent — and the second I said I wanted to, she'd hit me with a polite "I see," then block and report me on the spot.
I sat there fretting over what kind of answer I should give.
In the end, after all that fretting, I answered a question with a question. On a test that would have been a zero.
Then a reply came that felt a little annoyed. It had been a tone-deaf question.
I answered Boyang — who seemed a little irritated — as politely as I could manage. And then for a while, nothing came back.
I was wondering if the mood had gotten too greasy and whether I should change my tone when—
—Boyang's reply arrived.
A message thick with the desire to have sex with me.