She felt her heart quicken, and her breathing became short and shallow. Jim had to be messing with her. She'd kill him for that. But as her eyes went to her computer screen, she saw that World of Consciousness was minimized at the bottom of the screen. That couldn't be right. She had logged off and then closed out of the browser. She knew she had. She told herself that a few more times as her finger touched the screen. As she dragged her finger upwards, the streaming website reappeared.
Her eyes darted across the screen, and she saw the horrible truth. She was definitely still logged in. And her followers had just been there when she… She shoved that thought out of her mind and looked at her numbers. She had indeed set a new record for herself, and more were logging on by the second. There was also a line of new comments making very explicit requests of her, the kind that get you suspended from streaming. As her finger dove for the log off button, she hoped the moderators hadn't witnessed any of it. If they had, she hoped they could tell that it had been an accident.
As she hit the button, her eyes stayed on the numbers that continued to go up and up. She didn't understand that. The number of ride alongs should have stopped increasing when she logged off. She had pressed the button, just like she swore she did last time. But they kept going. She looked at her finger, still hovering over the button, and tried to press it again. But then, for perhaps the first time, she saw that her finger never actually touched the screen.
And then her mind became alight with new fear, as she watched her finger, completely unbidden by her, initiate the screen's mirror mode. She hadn't meant to, or wanted to, do that. What she wanted was to stop streaming. More than anything, she wanted to stop, and to call her boyfriend, and maybe her parents. She wanted out, and away from the people that she knew could see and feel everything she was doing.
Instead of escaping from streaming, her body took a step back, and her face grinned menacingly in the mirrored surface. Her hand even gave herself a little wave. But his wasn't her. She wasn't doing any of it. Someone was making her do this. But how?
"I hope all of you enjoyed my bathroom break," her voice said cheerily. "I know I don't normally do stuff like that, but I'm feeling extra pervy today. So what should I do next?" She took a moment to look at some comments. "Wow, a lot of you are giving great suggestions. There's some pretty kinky ideas in here too. It looks like a lot of you have been just waiting for me to slut it up! Well today's your lucky day."
Emily watched as her hand drifted up uniform on the side, and she felt only bare skin there. She wasn't wearing anything under her skirt! Her hand let the skirt fall back down, but then she performed a quick circle that caused it to billow up around her. She had felt air all around her crotch and ass, and so had everyone else. Then she felt her hand cover her breasts and begin to alternately grope each one. Emily was sickened as she realized thousands of people were essentially feeling her up right now.
"I am a huge slut, you know," Emily's voice continued. "Don't believe me? Well keep riding with me today, and I'll show you how much. Feel free to invite more people too. Everyone at my school, everyone in this podunk town, hell, invite everyone in the country. I want them to see me, to feel how turned on I'm about to be with all of you inside me."
Emily watched the corner of the screen that showed the numbers. They were spiking. Probably around the time she peed, a flood of invites had already gone out.
"But let's not jump into the deep end right away," her voice purred. "Let's start with something small. Anyone got something they'd like to feel me do to this body?"
A comment popped up, and Emily knew that whoever was controlling her saw it, because her voice giggled, and then said, "Ice cube challenge. That'd be perfect." Her fingers went back to her computer screen, and shared her display with every monitor in the house. Then she winked at herself and said, "Let's go then."
Her body whirled around and left her bedroom. Emily realized whoever this was knew the layout of her house, because she walked right to the kitchen. She strode with purpose towards the refrigerator, and opened the freezer. She pulled out the ice maker, and extracted a single cube. Emily had never done this challenge, as a streamer, or a ride along. But she knew what was supposed to happen. She was extremely relieved when her fingers put the ice cube onto the counter. It had been a bluff. Whoever it was only wanted to torture her with erotic possibilities, that was all.
Then Emily heard herself say, "We should do this right." She opened a drawer and picked up the remote for the large kitchen monitor. She turned on the screen, and Emily's reflection smiled back again.
Emily saw her arms cross and her fingers clutch her cheer top. She tried to fight it, tried to resist, but it was as if she was a ride along in her own body. The top came off over her head, revealing her boyfriend's favorite leopard print bra. Whoever was controlling her took a second to make sure her hair was still perfect, and then she looked intently at the rolling comments in the corner of the screen.
"What's that? I should lose the bra too? Well, yes, I guess that would help in this challenge. But the ice cube challenge is about feeling the goods, not seeing them. So excuse me while I turn around."
Being as people had been there when she wiped her pussy, she wasn't sure how much modesty she had left, but she was still glad that she wasn't just getting naked for everyone to see. She felt her body turn from the monitor, then felt hands reach behind, and expertly unfasten her bra. It had to be a girl that had taken over her body. A guy would have struggled with it. And it had to be a girl that had been in her house several times, especially to know exactly where the kitchen remote was.
As her breasts became exposed, Emily felt her nipples stiffen a little at the change in temperature. She knew that everyone watching her stream could feel it as well. She feared they would soon feel much, much more.
Thankfully, her eyes drifted upwards so as not to see the large breasts that her boyfriend loved to try and touch all the time. She felt her fingers pick up the ice cube. They brought it up into her field of vision, and she looked at it for several seconds. Then she felt her tongue stick out, and she licked it. Emily sensed the cold in her mouth. She heard her tongue be much louder than normal, as whoever was controlling her made sure to click the sides of her mouth and repeatedly wet her lips. Finally, she heard herself say, "Ooh, that's going to feel nice on my hot body."
And then Emily couldn't see the ice cube anymore, because she had closed her eyes. But she knew where it was going. She felt the cold, wet surface land on top of her collar bone, and begin to slide down. She did not expect the spike of arousal her body felt. It was betraying her. Whoever was in control was actually getting off on this. The ice cube reached the top of her right boob, and a tiny trickle of water raced ahead, sending a delicious chill down her spine.
Right before the cube got to the center of her voluptuous breast, it changed course, and began to make a circle around the edge of her areola. "Can everyone feel this? I can see why this challenge is so popular. I can't believe I haven't done it until now."
The ice cube abruptly left her right boob, and the same journey was made on her left. The heat from her body was making it melt rapidly. It dropped from her grasp on the third trip around her left areola.
"Oh poo," she whined, but then giggled. "Good thing there's plenty more."
Her eyes opened so she could see the refrigerator door handle. Her gaze was a little too low though for Emily's liking. She couldn't see her boobs, but could see the tips of two very erect nipples in her peripheral vision, which meant everyone else could too.
She felt her hands pluck out two ice cubes, and instead of waiting, both were shoved right onto both of her tits. Much to Emily's dismay, this caused a spike of pleasure that rippled through her.
And then her body slowly turned and faced the monitor. Her hands barely contained her boobs, and her palms pressed the ice hard into her tits, making them feel both pleasure and pain.
"Oh, I see you've been busy inviting people," her voice said in what Emily could have only described as that of a porn star. "Wow, over a million of you now. That didn't take too long."
Emily felt her fingers drum along the top of her boobs.
"I know what I said earlier, you know, about this challenge being about, like, feeling and not seeing. But you've all been an amazing audience so far, so I think it's only fair if I let you get a peak, or maybe an eyeful."
Slowly, painfully slowly, her hands came down, and two very stiff and pointy pink nipples came into view. Her fingers gave one of them a painful pinch. "Man, I really have a smoking body, don't I? I bet I use it to lord over everyone and get people to do my bidding. Because that's the kind of stuck up horny bitch I am."
At these words, Emily knew it had to be Avery. She had called her a stuck up bitch yesterday. She had motive. She knew the layout of her house. It all made sense. Emily couldn't believe Avery could stoop this low. She wanted to beg her to stop. But she couldn't say anything.
As if the girl could read her thoughts, Emily's voice said, "I know what you're probably thinking. Someone should stop me, should keep me from ruining my stellar reputation as a perfect, homecoming queen type. But no one's going to, because no one wants to. Look, even your… I mean, my boyfriend is still logged in. He's seeing and feeling everything right now, aren't you baby? I bet you're so hard for me. I bet you want my hand to go down here, don't you?" she asked as she bit her lip and dropped a hand below her skirt to the place she knew was plenty wet and ready. As a cold finger made its way into her pussy, she panted, "Can all of you feel that? This girl wants it. It's a pity there's no one to-"
In one of those cataclysmic moments of timing, Emily heard the front door open. In her current lack of clothing, her instinct told her to drop down to the floor and hide behind the counter. She wanted to race back to her room. She wanted to put her fucking bra on! But her body didn't care about her instinct, and did none of those things. Instead, her hand calmly picked up the remote, and turned the kitchen monitor off.
"Who's there?" her voice asked innocently.
"It's me," a male voice answered.
Written for an original commission, posted on Outfox Stories by Kripto, reposted with permission https://www.outfoxstories.com/blog/post/ztddmm_stream-of-consciousness/