Doxxed & Dommed (Patreon)

(Special thanks go out to whomever suggested this story in the survey~! It was supposed to be a short story but... I got carried away, haha.)

A man named Justin sits at his keyboard with a headset on. He’s streaming tonight, like most nights, to a modest but loyal following on Twitch. He’s got about 125 viewers watching him play the latest troll games, gleeful as he flies off the handle at every minor inconvenience. He was known for his furious outbursts, something made clear by one look at his screen name, Justin Raged. And while he of course played this up, he definitely did have something of a temper.

After spending a few minutes comically ripping at his hair in jest, Justin looked to his chat and while most were reacting to him like normal, he noticed a conversation between two viewers. One regular who was coming into the stream late mentioned that he’d been distracted by another… very different streamer.

They were watching a well known streamer called Queen Bre. Even if you don’t recognize the name you probably know the type - she’s a lady gifted with tremendous physical assets, and makes good use of them to get the subs rolling in. (That means two things!)

Justin narrowed his eyes at this conversation. Without a word he clicked on the name of the viewer who namedropped Bre and timed him out, ensuring he wouldn’t hear from them for a good long while. Justin was the type to be insulted by the very idea of this kind of streamer. He put a lot of work into what he did, yet he was nowhere near as successful as a hot chick could be just by showing herself off? It seemed unfair, and perhaps to some degree it was. But Justin was known to fly way off the handle about these things and get himself into hot water and today would be a prime example…

He couldn’t help but check the VOD of Queen Bre’s latest stream, already too engaged in this thought process to let it go. He scowled as he saw her sub count, which was nearly 10,000 strong. She was certainly on a different tier from what Justin had going on, and as he watched her stream from earlier in the day he became all the more frustrated about this.

Queen Bre was a black lady of exceptional thiccness. Her hair, dyed a vibrant red, was perfectly straightened and silky and hung halfway down her back. She had icy blue contacts in her eyes that made her gaze all the more piercing. Her body was an absolute marvel - though she was large, she had some truly privileged genetics which seemed to let her maintain an hourglass figure no matter how big she got. Her hips were round and wide, her thighs would be compared to tree trunks if not for their inviting smoothness. Her breasts were titanic as well, and it was a running joke in her chat that she needed all the extra income just to afford her 140GG bras. And man oh man, was her ass a sight to behold, huge beyond words, full and pristine without a wrinkle in sight, a rare specimen of a booty. As per usual, she wore a lacy, black lingerie and knee-high stockings, leaving very little to the imagination.

As for what she was streaming… well, it was just her. She didn’t play any games at all, just sat there talking to her chat which was more active than Justin could ever keep up with. She had multiple cameras - a ‘facecam’ that seemed to be angled up to focus deeply on her womanly chest, a cam under her desk which showed off her legs and tummy, and another cam behind her which showed her enormous ass through a generous opening in her chair.

Justin grunted in disgust as he saw this. “Why? Why do so many people watch this?! And just throw money at her, like it’s ever going to mean anything to her… all the free porn in the world and you’re here encouraging this? Urgh, and she takes so much shine away from people who actually try to do something on this platform…” he groans. “People think she’s so great just because she shows off her body. Just because she has massive bouncy tits, and… jiggling, rippling thighs and, just an astronomical ass that bobs and wobbles hypnotically with every little movement, it’s… I mean, it’s pathetic really!”

He kept watching for a while as she talked about the day she’d had, as nearly the entire screen was taken up by her voluptuous figure. She really was a stunning beauty. Justin mumbled under his breath, “Just a vile woman…” as he reached into his pants and began to fondle himself at her image.

As he did this though, he managed to catch her saying something.

”...so yeah, I was heading out near the Griffith- uh… I was heading out near a park and some dude just…”

Justin raised an eyebrow. Though she caught herself, that only brought attention to the fact that she’d just slipped up and accidentally revealed more than she let on. She was usually careful not to give away details about her location to keep her away from the creeps of the world, but… Griffith Park? That seemed like a big clue.

Justin smirked and, after finishing pleasuring himself a few minutes later, he started scouring tons of previous broadcasts and clips as well as her various social media accounts to get more clues about her whereabouts. He saw this as a great way to get a little petty vengeance. He spent hours doing this, a bit obsessively really, but by the end of the night… he’d done it. He’d actually managed to track her down to an apartment in LA.

And thus he hatched a devious if purely spiteful plan against a woman that, for whatever else you can say, had done nothing to him personally. He waited for the next time that he knew she’d be streaming and scheduled his own stream for that same period. He was a little agitated that this overlap clearly affected viewership but nonetheless, he surprised folks by ending it quickly and encouraging everyone watching to go on a raid. He had his chat raid Queen Bre’s account using a very, very odd raid message…

As Bre sat there, doing her nails and half-listening to the alerts that were going off at all times, she glanced at the chat and her eyes went wide at the sight of an odd repeating message from various different usernames.

“1825 N Las Palmas Ave - keep yourself safe!”

She was agape for a moment. “...What the hell is going on…?” she asked, bewildered to see her street address plastered all over the chat. It wasn’t long of course before someone slipped as to who sent them. “Who the fuck is Justin Raged?!”

The message was clear and though she’d gotten her fair amount of death threats as was common for her ilk, most didn’t come with proof that they knew where she lived. And while Justin had no plans of doing anything else, trying to scare her like this was bad enough, and she wasn’t going to let it fly. She quickly got her faithful following on the case. She’d dox him back just as easily… and she actually had something pretty big in mind.

Several days later…

Bre had taken her chat out on a field trip, something she’d done a few times before, letting them see her as she walked about on her day to day. She wore a white silk dress and matching heels as she walked across the urban landscape, taking in the sights of Tuscon, Arizona. As she stepped over towards an apartment building, she gave her chat a peace sign and sent them on a special raid of her own.

Inside, Justin was in the middle of a stream and bashing the desk in frustration as I Wanna Maker was really kicking his ass. But to his shock, in that moment his view count doubled… then tripled, then quadrupled. Hundreds of unfamiliar viewers out of nowhere, all sharing a less than flattering message.

“#SmallDickEnergy”

“Excuse me?” Justin asked with a laugh. But just as this was happening he heard a knock on his door. “Eh…? Who the fuck could that be? Ah, hold on…”

He stood up and went to go answer. As soon as he opened the door, Bre’s hand was on his throat. He gagged in shock as she stared him right in the eye. She actually towered above him, much taller in person than she looked on stream.

“You’re about to learn a hard lesson today, little man. You don’t threaten me and get away with it. I’ve crushed way bigger and better men than you…”

Justin struggled but in vain, as he was entirely overpowered and at her mercy as she pushed him backwards, slamming the front door shut behind her. This place was small, nowhere near as ritzy as where she lived and it wasn’t hard to figure out where the stream setup was. She let him go, forced him to turn around and booted him in the ass to send him careening against the door, forcing him back into the room where he landed on his face.

He scrambled to his feet in time to see her slam the door behind her. “Wh-what the hell is this?! How did you… what do you think you’re doing, get out of here!”

“You oughta be thankful. This is the only time you’ll ever have a baddie like me in your place.” she chided before ripping off her silk dress and revealing her usual black lingerie, her thicc vivacious body on full display.

She stood proudly before him, not an ounce of shame as her massive breasts and intimidatingly large thighs jiggled and swayed before him. Justin was gobsmacked - it was one thing to see her on a screen but to encounter a woman like this up close…? Well it was brand new territory for him. Justin blushed a bit, his cock already lurching as he stammered, “W-Wait a minute, what are you about to do…?”

“Don’t get too excited unless you like getting your ass beat on a live stream.” she remarked as she bent down and started taking off her heels.

Justin had totally blanked on the fact that he was still streaming and as he glanced to the monitor, he realized the two of them were in shot. They could probably still hear them pretty well too. This was crazy, she wanted to fight him? He couldn’t have this. Either he’d win and be seen beating up a girl or he’d be seen getting absolutely humiliated by one. There was no winning there! Besides, for all his talk, Justin wasn’t the confrontational type…

“H-Hold on, I’m not about to fight a chick! We don’t need to go there.” he reasoned. “How about we just talk this ou-”

She cut him off by smacking him in the face with her heel, which was delivered with enough force to send him sprawling onto the ground again.

“Don’t act like a bitch now. Whether you want to fight back or not is up to you but you’re GONNA get destroyed and that’s all there is to it.” she finished as she threw her shoe to the floor. She advanced on Justin like a predator about to devour it’s prey.

“Ugh, you psycho!” he yelled as he scrambled to his feet. Bre went to grab him and he got his hands up to block and the two of them grappled briefly. He tried to impose himself and push her back, but to his dismay he got another bit of proof that she was much stronger than him and she easily took control of this little grappling situation.

His struggle was very brief as she quickly pulled his hands above his head and, with a loud yell, launched her knee up between his legs. Her incredibly large and supple thigh ended up smashing into his nethers. A less than masculine squeak escaped Justin’s lips as this doubled him over and likely would’ve dropped him had Bre not maintained her grip.

“This way, numbnuts.” Bre taunted as she advanced in, smooshing her immaculate and overwhelmingly large bosom into his face as she forced him backwards until he was up against the wall. She backed up a bit, before turning to her side and driving her hip right into his crotch, letting him really feel the strength and overwhelming size of her lower body against his manhood. “You like that? The hips don’t lie and they calling you out right now…”

Justin cried out in pain but was also absolutely enamored with this, she was a beautiful woman taking complete control. Bre continued to turn and now had her back to Justin. She shot her pelvis out and then went all the way back in, driving her colossal ass right into that same spot, slamming it against his dick and balls. He was already defeated by this point, hardly able to move after such a direct blow from something of such overwhelming size.

Bre decided to linger this time though, keeping her ample backside - which threatened to envelope his abdomen and thighs as well, such was it’s size - firmly pressed against his crotch, laughing as his erect cock sprung up. She shook her ass, grinding it lovingly against his erection and his howls of pleasure were utterly blatant and totally embarrassing. Bre laughed, “Wow he’s really feeling it, chat! But it’s weird… I’m not feeling much down here at all!”

Bre stepped forward and bent down in front of Justin, getting real low as she began to pop her booty towards him. He watched in amazement as she got to twerking like a true professional (taking twerk lessons was her first sub goal and it was smashed out of the park) and it was a true sight to behold as her enormous ass bounced heavily with her movements.

“Bet you always wanted a lady to do this for you, huh?” Bre laughed as she pulled at her G-string just to show off that little bit more of her booty. “Like I said, savor it. I know you aren’t getting any pussy after today…”

She took a few steps away, just to get a running start before once again delivering a massive blow with her massive ass - some would call it a hip attack - right into Justin’s junk! After this she finally let him fall to his knees to cradle his groin. She continued to dance through, gyrating right in front of him and he had an immaculate view, his entire vision taken up by her tremendous and unbelievable ass. She started twerking again, this time each movement causing her booty to slap repeatedly into his face, more to mock him than anything, laughing all the while.

“Having fun back there? Go on Justin, let me know!” Bre remarked.

“St-stop…!” he pleaded. “Ungh, this is so… embarrassing…!”

“Hah, you should be honored I bothered to come kick your ass! And speaking of ass…” she reared her hips forward again and proceeded to unleash another hip attack right into Justin’s face, causing his head to snap back!

He groaned at the surprisingly effective attack, in a bit of a daze as Bre grabbed him by the hair. “Come on, atleast try and make this entertaining! If you can’t fight, maybe I can make you sing…”

She pulled Justin up to his feet and proceeded to wrap her arms - larger than his own - around him. Justin’s rather fragile body ended up lifting off the floor as she took him up in a mighty bear hug, pushing his chest into hers as she put a tight squeeze on him! Justin howled out loud and long for this and Bre just laughed in his face. “Nice! He’s got some bars!”

She swung him around like that for a while, letting him feel like a ragdoll for a bit. Then she said, “Let’s give the people a closer look, huh?”

Bre proceeded to walk around the room with him, showing off the ease with which she can carry him and getting up closer to the camera in the process. She slammed him onto the ground and stood lording above him for a few moments.

Justin was in a daze as he look up her monumental figure. She was already imposing before but from this angle she looked like a giantess, ready to utterly squash him with her body. And that was exactly what was about to happen.

She put her hands behind her head and smirked as she yelled, “Timbeerrrrrrr” and started leaning forward until she fell right onto Justin’s body. The weight of her thicc figure came down hard on his meager frame and her breasts landed directly onto his head, utterly smooshing it in the process! This was unlike anything Justin had ever experienced. Her body was so soft and large, it was like being attacked by a thickly padded queen-sized mattress. The impact was intense but the cushy feeling of her body, even as it’s weight served to crush him, was like something out of a dream…

“Mmm, you like that? Cozy down there?” she remarked as she lingered in the position for a while. “You know something? People try to tell me all the time I’m not fit. I think now’s a good time to show something…”

She proceeded to lift herself off the ground, doing a push up. And of course she slammed right back down, crushing Justin once more, her monumental breasts proving themselves as unbeatable weapons against his face. She repeated this several more times, her pristine body rising up and slamming back down against him over and over, it seemed like she was trying to flatten him.

After about six or seven repetitions, she settled again and remained on top of him, pressing her chest down as his head sunk deep between her gigantic breasts. Justin struggled in vain against this, entirely unable to even budge her.

Bre chuckled to herself and taunted him with a knowing smirk, “Hey Justin! I promise I’ll let you go if you say sorry right now. Go on, let me hear your best apology. Say it from your soul.”

“Rrrmn rorregh!” came his muffled voice, almost entirely indiscernible thanks to her thick and heavy bosom which was so tightly and lovingly embracing his face and threatening to suffocate him at the moment.

Bre cupped a hand to her ear and titled her head. ”Sorry, didn’t catch that, can you repeat that for me?”

“Rrrrngh rorreugh! Rrrurr shush shurrurh!” Justin desperately bleated out, trying and failing to form words.

Bre shrugged. “Yeah I got no idea what you’re saying, didn’t hear a ‘sorry’ though. Guess I’ll keep on smothering you!”

And with that the stream queen bore down hard, her immaculate tits taking up all of Justin’s senses for minutes on end, only ever giving him just enough air to remain conscious.

Eventually she took him to the very brink of passing out before pulling away at the last second and staring down at him with a smug smirk. Justin was panting desperately for breath and looking all too pitiful.

“Mmm, that’s a sad sight. And in front of everyone too! They can all see this, all twelve of your buddies across the globe… heh, they’re probably jerking off too, knowing how y’all operate.”

As Justin got a little bit of oxygen back into his lungs, he sputtered, “Th-they’re probably… calling the cops! Urrgh, there’s no way they… would just watch this happen…!”

“Oh no?” Bre asked with a naughty smile, before grabbing Justin by the hair and dragging him up as she rose. She pulled him closer to the screen so he could see it… and then surprised him by locking him into a standing headscissor! Her huge mighty thighs wrapped snugly around his neck, his face barely popping out from between her powerful legs.

Bre looked to the camera and pointed at Justin’s mug. “This your boy? Huh? This guy right here, any of y’all respect this man?”

He was forced to look at the screen and to his horror he saw nothing but praise for Bre. Of course the chat by far was made up of her regular viewers. To say that Justin’s record for viewers was broken would be an understatement, as there were currently upwards of 7000 people watching him right now and growing! This was well over a hundred times more than his previous best and far beyond anything he could dream of getting to… but still, he saw some of his most faithful regulars chiming in too…

“Yaaas, destroy him!”

“God I wish that were me”

“Nice knowing you Justin! What a way to go out!”

“u had it comin tbh”

“Dont stop yet Im so close”

“Bre plz me next! I got next”

Indeed it seems like his fans had been pretty quick to turn on him entirely. As if this couldn’t be any more demeaning… as well, it’s clear that no help was coming for him any time soon.

“What…? C-Come on, guys… s-seriously?!” Justin barked.

Bre shrugged. “Sorry buddy. Your subs are my simps now. Heheh… hey chat, sorry I wasn’t paying attention. Please tell me one of you clipped me beating his ass. World’s shortest fight, hah. Anybody…? Oh yeah, here we go, thank you so much!”

Bre clipped on the link and quite cruelly made Justin watch several replays of the earlier events. The knee to the nads, her hip attacks, crushing him beneath her and smothering him with her boobs…

“Uh oh, she’s about to fall on top of him…” Bre said, pretending as though she’s not talking about herself. “Don’t do it, he’s just a wimpy little guy, oh no! Awwww man, he got CRUSHED! Hahaha…”

He was forced to watch - and listen to her commentary - as he remained utterly trapped between her thighs. It was the most humiliating experience of his life… but for some reason, he couldn’t help but notice his boner was returning to it’s full form. Was he really getting turned on by all this?! Her she was ruining his online life, leaving him with scars both mental and physical and he was getting aroused?!

Bre’s thighs tightened around Justin’s neck, choking him once more as she leaned over and began fiddling with his computer. “Heh, got full control of his account right here. Hey, I can change his username! Heh, anybody got any ideas? I was thinking maybe uh, Justin Competent or, I dunno. Justin Ferior, that’d be about right. What do you guys think?”

The beleaguered low-level streamer gripped at Bre’s legs and tried his best to separate them but he felt like a complete weakling as he just could not move them. She didn’t even react to his attempts, just smirking as she watched the chat and some suggestions came rushing in.

She read aloud, “Justin Decent, iunno… Justin Sipid? That’s accurate but I don’t know how many people will get it. Justin Sulting, that’s pretty good! Oooohh… Justin Adequate! Oh that’s perfect! Don’t you think so, Justin? That sounds JUST like you. I love it, I’m going with it!”

And just like that, his channel name was changed to Justin Adequate. And he sure was feeling inadequate right about now…

“Bre… ppleeaaase…” Justin groaned, his words choked as he was about to pass out again.

“Oh fine.” Bre answered with a roll of her eyes as she spread her legs and released him. He coughed up a storm as he laid out on the floor, wanting to crawl away but lacking the strength.

“Works for me anyway, I think I need to take a seat myself.” Bre added with a smile before grabbing Justin by the nape of the neck and dragging him up. With one hand on his shoulder and the other to his crotch she lifted him and body slammed him, making sure that his head landed in the seat of his gamer chair.

He was in a bit of a daze after that rough landing but his eyes went wide as he saw Bre step in front of him, knowingly immediately what would happen as he gawked at her intimidatingly huge ass. She took a moment to grab her thong and yank it down just to fully expose her bottom before emphatically sitting right down upon his waiting face. Her full weight bore down on him through her ass and it was way beyond anything he could handle.

“There we go, what a nice little seat you make. Heh, get comfortable, we’re gonna be like this for a while. Hah, how’s it going chat, you digging this?”

Justin moaned into her backside, her ass was so overwhelmingly huge and heavy but at the same time it was the softest and smoothest thing he’d ever encountered, invitingly supple and round even as it took all his sight as well as his oxygen. It felt absolutely incredible…

“Mmm, what to do next…? Oooh, I know, let’s be giving! ‘Tis the season, right? Let’s do something a little generous and give some gifts! I mean, okay, generous with Justin’s money of course but… since there’s so many viewers that have never been in your chat before, this seems like a great time to gift some subs! I’m thinking maybe, uh… 500? Sure, let’s gift 500 subs, that sounds right! What do you think, Justin, sound good to you?”

Justin started to struggle and yell. He couldn’t afford that! Each sub was worth $5! He wanted to plead his case but he was even more muffled than before, it was hard to even tell he was making noise.

“Are you sure? You can absolutely say no if you want to, it’s fine. Sure you want to do this, hmmm?” Bre asked with as much condescension as she could muster.

Justin just whined at this point, accepting that there was nothing he could do about it.

“Wow, so gracious! Well here you go chat, 500 gifties courtesy of Justin Adequate! Hahah, what a guy…” Bre laughed as she gleefully spent a ton of Justin’s money for him. Her eyes then lit up as she saw a donation come in from a familiar username. “Ahh, there’s one of my mods from my own streams, whatcha got for me? Oh…”

Bre smirks as she reads aloud, “With how easily you’ve dominated him, I’m curious if this guy even has a penis. I’d like to see proof, if you get my drift…”

Justin immediately began to struggle and howl into her ass again, impudent as ever. Bre put a hand to her chin, contemplating this. “Hmmm, I dunno chat, is it too far? What do you think? Should he show meat? Or has he been humiliated enough already? You wanna see the D or no?”

Bre smirked as the replies came in. She watched for a while and shook her head. “Hoo boy, chat is sadistic…!”

Justin started kicking his legs and struggling ferociously, he began slapping at her thighs, doing anything he could to show his protest. Bre simply rose up briefly and slammed her ass down hard onto his head to respond, her juicy feminine flesh splashing down decisively into his face. “Hey. Remember, you’re the one who started this! You sent me a threat you could never back up and this is what that gets you. So fuck it, we ball, let’s go!”

Bre reached down and grabbed Justin’s ankles and propped them up on the desk, adjusting the camera to help make sure that both her delectable form and Justin’s crotch could stay in the shot. Bre proceeded to undo his pants and, despite his wiggling, managed to take them off and leave him in his boxers.

Already this was showing a not-so-flattering bulge but Bre ignored this and grabbed at the hem of his boxers and looked to the camera. “Ready chat? You want to see it? You ready?! Okay, three, two, one!”

With a bit of ceremony, she pulled his undies right off and revealed his junk to the world. Immediately, Bre began pointing and laughing uproariously. “Oh my GOOOOODDD!!”

She was playing it up and definitely exaggerating. He was about 3 inches erect, smaller than average for sure but not the smallest she’d seen. She actually showed herself to be a great actor though as the laughter seemed to come from deep within her soul.

“It’s… it’s so tiny!! Hahahahaha, I knew it, I KNEW the second I laid eyes on you that you’d be rockin a baby dick, but MAAAAN! Hahahaha…! I’m dying…!” Bre’s laughter ate into Justin’s soul as she leaned back deep, putting even more weight down on his face which was being utterly smothered by her gigantic backside.

The laughter continued for a while and even a small tear trickled down her cheek as it became quite intense. “Ohhhh wow, you are a sad little guy! Man, and that’s full size too, it’s hard! Atleast hard for your standards… geeze. No wonder you gotta dox people just to try and feel significant. Justin Adequate, that’s you for damn sure! Hahahaha…! Ohhh wow…”

Justin felt for sure this day couldn’t possibly get any more humiliating than it already was… but then he realized that his dick was starting to twitch. No… this couldn’t be happening. He had to try and fight it, try and hold onto some tiny measure of dignity…

Bre was too distracted to notice this, wiping another tear from her eye as she saw a question from chat. “Huh…? TOS? You think I’m worried about that right now? It’s not even my channel, remember? He’ll be the one in trouble! Heh, as a matter of fact… let’s let the girls loose!”

As if just to prove her lack of shame about her body and her brazen resolve to be naked on the internet, Bret reached back and undid the strap of her lacey bra and proceeded to rip it right off. Her gargantuan breasts fell free with a hefty bounce as she held her bra above her head, spinning it in celebration. “Woooooooo! Hahaha… here, Justin, hold onto this.”

Bre mockingly handed her bra to Justin, communicating very clearly to him what had just happened, in case he somehow couldn’t figure it out on his own. Feeling her bra and it’s sheer size, he couldn’t help but dwell on it… even though he couldn’t even see her bared breasts, he couldn’t stop himself from imagining them and how they must be swaying and bouncing at the moment. His dick continued to twitch…

“Wooo, you like the show chat?!” Bre asked, giving her chest a playful wiggle to the camera. “Ohhh yeah, I’m feeling good. Life is GOOD right now, y’all… I think this is a great time to party, a great time to dance! Heheh, let’s put some music on…”

Bre proceeded to go over to YouTube and find her favorite track. She put on some energetic EDM and started swaying her hips in her seat, grinding her enormous ass back and forth across Justin’s face. She swayed and bounded around, her beautiful bare breasts thrusting and swinging rapidly… she was seriously dancing naked on Justin’s face right now.

This… was just too much. Her whole body was too much, her ass in his face was wayyy too much and knowing that she’s dancing around now with her tits out… Justin was far past his breaking point and going on 8500 viewers now were about to see just that..

He couldn’t hold it. Without her even touching his junk once, he came and he came hard, his seed firing up like a geyser. Bre was in shock as before she saw it, she felt it - a splash of white on her perfect, bouncing breasts.

This stopped her in her tracks. She just stared for a moment, silent amidst the blasting dance music as she stared at his dick. It finished expelling cum and began to shrink and shrivel. After a lengthy pause, Bre started to crack up again and laughed uproariously once more.

“Duuuuude! You have GOT be to kidding me! What kind of man are you?! Is that really all it took?!” Bre asked, beside herself. “Maaan, what a fancy bit of technology you got down there between your legs. A super compact, hands-free device… hah, amazing. So you’re not only small but a preemie too, got it.”

And indeed, it was now complete. Justin’s humiliation was as thorough as could be.

Bre pulled his legs down from the desk, having no need to show anyone the man’s unmentionables anymore. She proceeded to stand up and look back at Justin, who looked utterly spent.

“That feel good?” she asked.

Justin stared at her for a moment, before silently nodding. It had, in fact, been the most powerful orgasm of his entire life. She nodded in return.

“Alright, well, I think we’ve peaked here. Nothing to do but send us home. Oh, speaking of which, you’re paying for my flight to here and back. You’re covering that, just so you know. Anyway, let's get ready for a big finish before we sign off, hey?”

She turned away, shaking her ass just a little before hopping up onto the gamer chair, her bare feet on either side of Justin’s face. He could only stare up in awe at the sight of her nude lower body, in all it’s glory and splendor.

“See ya next time, chat!” she called out, before hopping up into the air as far as she could manage. Justin watched helplessly as time slowed down and her ass seemed to approach in slow motion, becoming larger and larger by the millisecond.

This hip drop would go on to utterly destroy that gamer chair, but of course before that, Justin’s head was in the way. That ass hit his face with such incredible force that it was lights out long before he ever registered any pain.

Suffice to say, Justin never threatened or even so much as disrespected a woman on the internet ever again after that day. In fact he’s never maintained a public presence on the internet ever since, as you might expect, since this whole thing turned him into a viral sensation for all the wrong reasons.

Still, to this day, he has kept a copy of the VOD around, for his own personal use…