BE-TWITCHED (POKIMANE TG) (Patreon)

There was always a certain nervousness when embracing a new passion, especially one that had such a steep cost of entry as streaming. Peter knew some people got by on potato cameras and the bare minimum, but he knew he was hardly the most charismatic of people and he needed to hit at least a certain standard of quality as he unpacked his new camera. He had been saving up for months, the budgeting a hassle to scrape a few hundred each month but now a year later he was ready to start doing his passion during the weekends. It felt like progress, which he wasn't getting much of recently with his thankless office job and the thought of his own house seemingly a pipe dream in today's market. the camera cost about two and a half month's rent, and his rent was not cheap, his roommate thankfully splitting it evenly with him in their apartment, even if he had the much larger bedroom.

"Oh is that your special camera?"

Speaking of his roommate, Max was yawning, only just getting up from his graveyard shift, squinting through the bright afternoon sun. Peter shrugged, the StreaMerchant branding clear on a box he was lovingly cradling as if it was a newborn child.

"No it's actually the start of my dakimakura collection. This is just the discreet packaging it comes in."

He rolled his eyes and left, grumbling out, "I'm making some eggs. If you need help just give a yell."

From then on it was back to work, Peter cradling his baby as the wide angle lens was slotted in, an adjustable chassis atop a jungle of bars and legs slowly forming like the world's most expensive lego set. After a half hour of work it was complete, the slick camera looking nice on its tripod contraption, but how the camera looked hardly mattered. It was all about what it recorded and the special gimmick of the series; Streamer Mode.

Even now Peter wasn't entirely sure what it did, the sort of hushed internet chatter of legends that obscure nerd forums rarely consistently spouted, a number of the largest streamers mentioning offhand how great of a help it was without ever explaining why it helped. First he turned it on, the booklet for it like a mini phonebook as he flipped through, adjusting the exposure, flipping between auto and manual focus as he looked at the large screen attached to the back. It was like a window, his room in such high quality he had to double take to make sure there wasn't just a convenient hole on a hollow body. He gave a quick adjustment to lighten the orange glow of the room, shocked at how good it looked just on the standard mode, taking a quick video of himself making nonsense noises just to get an idea on how he'd look.

That came out a tad worse, but it was on him, his blackheads and eye bags in harsh relief this close. It was a testament to the quality of the camera, but now he wondered if streamer mode was some kind of filter, flipping 60 pages in the book to find the small toggle switch on his camera, turning it around to record his room as he made sure it was just that, a switch.

"Alright let's see what this mode even- Uh... uh?! HOLY SHIT!!!"

It took a second to process what he was seeing, the red walls of his apartment blanching pale, turning white before his eyes as the details began to warp, his furniture turning pricier, but more importantly girlier. A cheap cabinet turned into multiple drawers, his bed twisting as the mattress shed corners, turning to a grey large sized bean bag, the covers sewing into a carpet underneath as the spare cotton turned into plushies of Pokemon and Hello Kitty.

It was already hard to believe watching it in the viewfinder, but it was even stranger seeing it unfold in real life. His desk's clutter was turned to makeup, vanity mirrors popping up left and right, anything caught in the viewfinder irrevocably altered as he stared at an unfamiliar room, finding it strangely familiar. He didn't know what the proper reaction to this shit would be, his mind racing, his room girlified up to the edge of the viewfinder as he stood paralyzed, scared to even touch the camera, thankful that he wasn't in the viewfinder. It terrified him to think of what could have happened if he had been pointing it at him-

"I heard you yell. Need help setting up y-HOOOR~ NNGH!"

Peter could only stare in horror as Max burst in, the hallway warping behind him as his body stiffened, caught fully in the lens of the camera.

There was what could only be described as a ripple going through his roommate, skin trembling in a wave, Max stumbling forwards a step, his socks shedding to ankle lengths. He was breathing heavily, his shrinking sweatpants revealing calves to the camera, hairs burning away, a tan swirl turning patches of them darker as he moaned. The raw pleasure of it caught Peter off guard, watching as his roommate fell to his knees, clutching at his back as a series of shudders were accompanied with frenzied moans. A clear erection tented his sweats, a feverish glow tanning his features, his lips pursed in a luscious O as they plumped.

KRRK CRRKL CRRKL

"Oh fuuuuuuck yes!"

The wife beater he had on was thickening, the white strips turning cream with his skin, more and more goosebumps flattening to perfection as his shoulders rolled smoothly, creaking as each circle rounded them deeper, the slopes smooth and shrunken. Inches were curving away, vertebrae tensing, creaking and popping inside, Max purring as his features were smoothed. It looked like a filter washing away his stubble, tanning his rounding cheeks with every pleasured coo. His brows were plucked, looking somehow thicker as they ended sharply at the corners of his eyes, eyes that were tearing up as their steely blue-grey look muddied to a darker, sultrier brown. He was close enough for Peter to see his eyes wavering between worry and lust, the lashes spiking to mascaraed tips.

"A-Are you okay Max?"

He was unsure if he should even stop this, worried that if he stopped halfway reality would take over and the shifted anatomy would cause problems. It didn't help how loudly Max seemed to be enjoying it.

"I nngh gaaawd~ don't mmm~ kn-know! This voice is just making it feel sooooo~ AH!"

He gripped his temples, moaning as his short cut hair spilled downwards, tickling past his ears, covering them, his moans getting sexier by the second as his chin raised, his simple chain turning to a black choker that pushed his shrinking Adam's Apple the rest of the way inside. Peter couldn't help but notice Max was posing for the camera almost, fluttering his lashes as the eyes slanted, licking his lips as he moved his elbows together, soaking up the viewfinder completely as they slimmed down cutely.

"She's in my head and I just- I juuuuhhhst~ FUUUUCK JUST NEED TO BE HER!"

The front of his sweats darkened, brown hair spilling past his shoulders in shiny ringlets, his flat chest perking.

"YESSSS~!"

He was leaning forwards, letting the camera get a down collar shot of his nipples, groaning as the wet spot on her grey sweats spread. The deep diving collar stretched up, the tan color continuing to darken as he played with his nipples, giggling as he gave them a pinch. Peter by this point recognized who his friend was turning into, Pokimane's face resting atop a half shrunken body, Maxe wiggling his body as he soaked in the camera's power, moaning with every scrunch of spine, half a foot of height already taken as his spine finished its exaggerated curve. Giving a teasing look, he grabbed the hem of the changing wife beater, peeling away to reveal smooth, pale skin, moaning as each inch he peeled up tanned his hairless body, his navel stretching as the center of his flat waist sucked inwards, curves chiseling into his waist as fat squirmed upwards into his welcoming nipples.

"UNNNGH FUUUUUUCK~!"

He was screaming now, each teasing reveal of thinning waist making his nipples shudder and grow, his thighs rubbing at his off camera cock as he pulled the shirt up to the ridge where his rising breasts started, cupping and teasing them with the rest of his fingers while the thumbs hitched the shirt past, scraping his nipples as his rounded shoulders suddenly popped, shrinking his frame to make the two round hills swell even further into perky caramel mounds.

There was a limit to how much could happen with Imane's body so close to the viewfinder, the top half of his waist from navel to breasts fully curved, but he clearly wanted more.

"HNNGH Yeah bigger~!"

Each step back made the bony thrusts of his skinny bottom half flare out, the mirrored curve swelling out as his hands rubbed at his navel, the top of his sweats gaining a hint of blue as it moved into frame.

"Mmm~ y-you know how it feels so good when you're HNNGH h-ohhh~lding it in and you finally b-UHHHsst?"

There was a crunchy series of pops, his hips spreading from the top down, looking angled at first, but each shaky step set the curve of them wider, rounder, the cumstain growing in surges before the camera wiped it away in a cycle.

"It's l-HIIIIke my h-II-II-IIPS are one big c-haaawk abooouuut t-hooo~ OHHH GAAAAAAAA-~"

CRUNCH

In one fluid motion, his hips cracked fully, rounding out wide and girthy, a large thigh gap greeting his knobby knees as they clacked together. He certainly put them to use, squealing and bucking, one hand palming his erection as he swiveled them around and around, half turning to let his ass soak in some of the limelight. His shirt was navy blue now, white stitching itself above a breast, the hug of it tightening to a stretchy, form fitting material as his sweats were shifting to match. The grey became a cadet blue, then more of a robin's egg, his gyrating ass getting thicker by the second, his moans reaching a fever pitch once the bloating hit his thighs. It was overwhelming, each second making his ass fill up the viewfinder, his thighs swelling around his erection as he tried to push down on it.

"YES! YESSS! FUCK I NEED TO LOSE THIS FUCKING COCK! JUST DO IT!"

Pokimane grabbed the camera, yanking on it, the holster grinding as the rest of his sweats turned blue. Peter went to stop her, not wanting his equipment damaged and nervous about what could happen if she waved it around too-

CLICK

"Ahh~ noo f-fuuuuck!"

The camera tore loose, Peter groaning as it briefly covered him, his skin tingling as the hairs stood on end. He was already admittedly turned on from his roommate's changes, but he didn't want to join him! And yet, there was something so nice about the throbbing now running over his skin, the stiff hair falling in patches, his trembling body turning smoother, paler, sensitive to every touch. While Peter shuffled to a corner to avoid more of the camera, Pokimane was basically dry humping it, making sure every inch of his body was in view as the back of his shirt began merging with his sweats, pulling it up, tearing open the seams. It seemed he'd soon be getting exactly what he wanted as he stepped back and let the camera work its magic.

"AHH~!"

There wasn't much of a need for words, his ankle length socks peeling to nothing, his toes cricking as they lengthened and pedicured to smooth little things, clenching dainty and smooth as his soles shrank and arched, his heels rubbing together as they turned smooth. It didn't take long for his sweats to pull up, the final hairs on his body plucking, calves jostled like the muscle had turned to jelly as in a few gurgling rumbles they wobbled and curved, turning cute and curvy as the viewfinder quickly molded them to fit the rest of his body. Soon there was only one thing left marring her form, the merge of sweats and shirts into an Adidas brand sportsy dress requiring him only to roll the hem up to reveal his throbbing erection.

It took barely any time for her boxers to shred, Pokimane moaning as the first pressured presses of the viewfinder assaulted her cock. It was intensely erotic, the viewfinder stroking every last atom of her cock as it throbbed, spilling cum to the floor, evaporating in the viewfinder as her entire groin receded in a flowing organic squeeze.

"YESSSSS!"

They shuddered, her balls collapsing into themselves, her cock plugging its own hole like some kind of perverted ouroboros as it shrank. Her cum turned sudsy as her scrotum split, her balls releasing their last bits of sperm as they flipped to either side of her hips, now clear as the tear ran up her shrinking shaft, ending at the shiny tip as it popped into a leaking clit, shining brightly in the camera. Her entire body buzzed on the high of it, Poki planning to play with herself until she heard the struggled moaning of her roomie nearby, deciding that a collab sounded much more fun than just a simple masturbation session.

The arousal was driving him mad, Peter's body wanting the camera, wanting its gaze, the thought of an audience watching turning him on as he stroked himself furiously, hopeful that once he came he'd only have to worry about some hair loss and a long fringe of brown-

"Hey cutie. I see you're putting on a show."

Pokimane stood over him, the camera dangling loosely in a hand as she waved it back and forth, his toes tingling as his socks turned black, feeling a sudden surge of pleasure as they began to shrink.

"W-Wait don't- OH!"

She smiled as she pointed the camera up to his main body, giggling as her roommate began to tremble and change, moaning as she began teasing his rising breasts through his shirt.

"Don't worry babe, I'm recording. No point in having an audience if they can't see the fun stuff right?"

Peter planned to struggle the camera away, but his arms immediately took the full brunt, fingers shrinking and manicuring, his arms flopping down as the little muscle they held melted and reformed, his hips bucking as Pokimane gave his nipples a pinch, the first orgasm just the beginning of the onslaught.

"C'mon. We both know a bit of sex appeal can go a long way."

She relished his cute resisting moans, hearing a little less with every pull, his cock at least not shy about how much he was enjoying it as it thrashed in his damp shorts. Bit by bit she raised the viewfinder, his thrashing lessening as his neck came into frame, his perky tits tenting his shirt as his moans quivered up and up as his Adam's Apple shrank. Peter could hardly think mired in such forceful ecstasy, his throat feeling lightly choked as it shrank, shocks of ecstasy radiating with every growth on his chest as his tits made his arousal deepen, his entire body feeling electrified. The pleasure spread, his chin snapping, bottom lip plumping first as it felt like he was making out with himself, the top lip completing it as his cheeks rounded in steady, upwards crackles. He was scared how good it felt, the shirt teasing his slender waist, each tweak to his nipples making his dick feel ever more inadequate, but that fear trembled as the viewfinder creeped up past his nose, his eyes popping open with a pleased shriek, feeling the camera's sights bore down on his brain.

"Nngh f-huuuuck fuuuuck OHHHH~!"

He did wonder what had made Max give in so suddenly, only truly getting it as the camera turned his brain into a dopamine machine, the feeling of being watched drilling into his subconscious, his desires to be a streamer turned into a need, one that each change seemed to satisfy as brown hair spilled from his scalp. His hands flailed, only not towards the camera but towards his breasts, Peter squealing as the feeling of fans and femininity overtook his previous meager desires, his shirt turning black as it sucked closer to his curvy figure.

"Sounds like you're getting it now. Wonder who you're becoming."

He already knew, cosplay and gaming filling every spare crack of grey matter unchanged, his back snapping as he palmed a breast, giggling as he happily posed for Poki. Loser Fruit rolled over, wiggling her ass left and right as she let it be spanked, moaning in ecstasy as it thickened quickly, thoroughly, every contour of her booty thick and luscious as her shorts turned red, hugging her curves as they pulled tight to her body. She gave a few strangled squeaks as she thrusted, the tight fit of the cloth tensing over her groin, her body thrashing as one ball popped inside, then the next, her cock rolling between her thighs as it was slowly squeezed inwards by her changing legs. She didn't need it, nor did she want it, the bulge sure to fuck with her spandex cosplays, just letting the tightness push and push as she ground it to the floor, the rest of her body giving in to the streamer mode as she came, feeling the final gush slide her cock inside her folds with a final, satisfying pop.

It took her a few minutes to recover, sighing as she turned towards her new partner, the two moving around the house to make sure every room was up to their standards.

"So what'll we do now Poki?"

"Duh, we're gonna stream! And our fans better get their wallets ready, this one's gonna be one steamy collab."