“What am I doing here…” Casey murmured to himself nervously, leaning against the bedroom stage’s wall, slowly nursing a bottle of Mighty-ade sports drink. He’d just celebrated his eighteenth birthday last week, and now he was dressed in nothing but a tight-fitting top, cat ears, and a black latex banana hammock that hugged the contours of his small bulge and left little to the imagination. This was going to be his debut on one of the most popular porn streams online. “Rovopup’s Knotty Hour.” To say he was just anxious would be the understatement of the century. He’d never performed before and never ever went through a transformation…
The sound stage was lined with animal-shaped dildos and putt plugs as Rovopup’s own big male German Shepard scratched at the door to get into the room. Fortunately or unfortunately for Casey, he’d won the genetic lottery to look like a girl and a young one at that! He was small and scrawny, his skin smooth and blemishless with a voice that could easily be mistaken for a female’s. It was going to be all worth it in the end, though. These streams pulled in so much money that he wouldn’t have to work for the next year after tonight!
“Hey, dude. Get me another drink, will ya?” ordered the eponymous Rovopup in an androgynous voice as he fiddled with his monitor and camera, adjusting lights here and there to make sure the bedroom stage was illuminated just right. The other boy was nineteen and already a veteran at this. The slightly older boy had a similarly feminine body and was also as scantily clad as the eighteen-year-old, but opposite to Casey’s cat theming, Rovopup dressed like a dog, complete with dog ears and a butt plug tail. Casey couldn’t help but marvel at how meticulously he worked to get all his equipment just right. He was certainly a professional – so much so that no one even knew his real name, he always went by Rovopup.
“Yeah, here ya go.” Casey obeyed, bringing him another bottle of cherry flavored sports drink. “Are we almost ready?”
“Mhmm…” Rovopup confirmed “OBS: working, soundboard: okay, chat:…”
Casey peered at the screen displaying the stream’s waiting room, eyes widening as he staggered backwards. “Fuck… 128,000 people already…?”
“Yeah. It’ll be alright, no reason for stage fright… just numbers on a screen.” Rovopup reassured the newbie. “They’re all here for one thing, so just act horny and they’ll fall for whatever you do. Oh – and make sure you finish your Mighty-ade. You’re gonna lose a lotta fluids.”
Casey nodded, chugging down the entire bottle in an attempt to drown his anxieties in Mighty-ade.
“Rovopup…” Casey sighed, “Changing… it doesn’t hurt, right? And you don’t like… lose your mind, do you?”
The other boy looked over his shoulder and smirked. “Don’t worry, dude. It’s actually really fun. Just embrace the fact that you’re gonna be on all fours for a while and play the part. You’ll love teasing all the boys in chat, trust me!”
“Yeah, alright…” Casey lightly smiled back. There really wasn’t a way to prepare for these sorts of things after all, so the only way to do it was to do it.
“Two minutes ‘til showtime.” Rovopup remarked. “Come on, we gotta connect our phones, gimme yours!”
Casey handed over the phone, knowing full-well what it was for. Rovopup had an interface on the stream where the users could interact with the Yiffr app. This was the main draw of the show.
“Good, okay.” Rovopup, confirmed as he connected the two phones to his PC. “Here we go. Lights. Camera. Action…”
The stream flashed online with the two half-nude boys on screen. Rovopup struck a pose to show off his plush bubble butt while Casey stood by awkwardly, already succumbing to stage fright.
“Hey chat! Rovopup here, your knotty boyfriend!” He declared, cheerfully sticking his tongue out as chat messages flew by at lightspeed. “Huh? Sponsored stream? Oh, you mean the Mighty-ade!” He giggled picking up an empty bottle that was in frame, “Yeah! They called me up and were like, ‘Hey, we really wanna hit the dog-fucker demographic!’”
“Anyways- It’s another Yiffr night but with a new TFee!“ Rovopup gestured, “KittyCat-Casey!”
Casey gulped loudly but managed to flash a smile and a wave. “Hey everyone!... umm… I’m so excited for… umm…” Casey paused suddenly looking mortified in front of the audience of over one hundred thousand viewers, spending a few seconds trying to think of something sexy to say. “…p-penis…!”
“You want penis? Don’t worry, our viewers got you covered!” Rovopup jumped in to rescue him, holding up a two-foot-long horse penis dildo, rubbing it against Casey’s crotch. “BigSippy69 sent us this one and we just got a whole buncha other fun toys sent to us from other fans in the back! Now – before we start, let’s go over tonight’s menu!”
Casey gestured to a sidebar on the stream’s user interface and read off the donation rewards:
“$20 for a bark from me or a meow from Casey!
- $50 for a trick (roll over, beg, etc.), $200 for an extra naughty trick!
- $350 for dildo selection!
- $350 for me and Casey to ‘play’ the way you say!
- $500 to let my dog into the bedroom!
- $500 to change our cocks!
- $700 for a partial TF!
- $1000 for a gender swap!
- $2000 for full feral TF - my favorite!
- $5000 for mental TF!
- And more - If you guys are willing to convince us!”
“Oh! And I almost forgot!” Casey added, “The stream goes for an hour, but overtime can be bought for $250 a minute! So don’t be shy, give us all you got, boys!”
Casey peered at the screen, anxiously looking for the first sizable super chat and wondering who the hell would even shill out the money to see those things. Suddenly, a red message popped over the chat window. It was a superchat for…