Soulstreamer Part 2

*Victoria

“BOOM! NAT 20!” Victoria called out excitedly.

“Alright. With a furious roar, Lucinda Darkfang swings her enchanted blade, blazing black with the power of the demon king Voldor, slicing clean through the dragon’s head! The beast drops to the ground, it’s molten blood still boiling as it sprays at your feet. You know this is only but one of Narjeel’s tests….but you have passed for now.” Erin said as dramatically as she could to the cheers of everyone at the table. As the veteran DM for the campaign Erin hadn’t really expect such clever thinking from her newest player, but twice a week without fail, Victoria proved herself an out of the box thinker and a decent roleplayer, even if she didn’t always know what to say right off the bat.

Before long, everyone was packing up and Victoria had been named MVP of the night once again. It wasn’t much, but compared to the life that she remembered having before, it was a dream. She gave Erin a hug and thanked her for running the session, delighting in the fact that the other girl could get both arms around her, even if their chests squished together generously.

On one hand, she remembered being kicked out of this very group for attempting to be a Cleric of Aphrodite and hornily trying to convince people to roleplay sexual encounters with her. She’d been banned from the local game shop for the same thing, and nearly caused a breakup when one greasy neckbeard actually accepted her advances. On the other hand, she also remembered playing a well-loved fallen paladin and doing reasonably well for her first campaign.

She remembered being cooped up in the house for too long after moving in with her best friend since childhood and wanted to get out for a bit. The two of them had both planned where they wanted to go to college so that they could live together and both get out of their obnoxious, heckling parents’ houses. They had accomplished the first part of their goal, but Victoria still felt like she wasn’t feeling inspired and that the apartment had become something of a prison since neither of them really had anywhere to go other than school. Rebecca had suggested joining a local D&D group and even helped find her some people nearby to play with. Victoria jumped at the chance and despite a few awkward, shy interactions at first, she was soon a cheerful and welcome member of the party

Victoria drove home, not missing the days of ubers and standing on street corners waiting to be picked up or sitting at bus stops, nervously playing her outdated 3DS. She was still a gamer for sure; more than ever in fact. She and Rebecca ran collaborative streaming channels where they would play through their favorite games either together or separately to an audience of roughly 300 or so people. While 300 may not have been a huge or even impressive number, but even so, it was huge to them. There was a general understanding that neither of them were especially hot, but they did both have a sort of nerdy charm that didn’t exactly hurt their following. Periodically, they would receive a lewd comment or nasty request about starting up an Onlyfans, but while Victoria would roll her eyes and verbally dismiss them, Rebecca would giggle or flirtatiously play it off without saying yes or no.

She enjoyed living with her new Rebecca, now far different from the stunning overachiever BexiBae, with that shining, radiant glow that drew others towards her but made the old Vicky feel somehow unworthy to be around her. Victoria walked into their shared apartment and threw her stuff on the counter and saw Rebecca rapidly sit up as if she were startled. She quickly lifted herself off the couch and tugged her tanktop down over her belly, eager to ask how the session was. Of course, Victoria wasn’t an idiot. She knew that her roommate was most likely masturbating right there on the couch, but jumped up the moment she heard the door.

The pink haired nerd pretended not to see, and remembered a second life where it was a thin and perfect Bex who had walked in on a 300 pound version of herself bare-assed naked and desperately riding a sybian to Samus Aran hentai in the center of the living room. She grinned evilly to herself at the knowledge that even though it wasn’t as embarrassing or extreme, she still could see that this new Rebecca was possessed of a high libido and poor self control. That was something she could use if she ever decided that this new and improved life wasn’t enough for her.

Even the thought of it made her feel guilty, knowing that they only had the lives they did because of her stealing from Rebecca and the only way to undo it quickly would require giving up the chance to have even more and keep it forever. Watching her former goddess of a roommate's ass jiggle as she waddled around in her underwear, diddling herself while reading The Queen of The Damned in her room was amazing, but the opportunity to take rest would end after 6 months, and the second half of the spell would be permanently wasted as they slowly drifted back to their old lives with only Victoria being any the wiser. 

It was tempting for sure, but Victoria couldn't bring herself to do something so horrible to her truly favorite person in the world.

...But still.....

*Rebecca

As much as Rebecca had loved the idea at first, and for as much as she absolutely adored living with and getting to hang out with Victoria all the time, there was something offputting about the way that her roommate acted around her. No matter what she tried to do or where she went, it seemed like Victoria would jump to do it too. Granted, they had grown up together loving all the same things and it was never an issue, but now that they were living together, Rebecca couldn’t help but notice that any sign of interest in anything would be met with almost competitive levels of enthusiasm. If she wanted to watch a new show or got into a new book series, Victoria would too. If she wanted to go to a concert, Victoria would have two tickets the next day.

The problem, Rebecca realized, wasn’t even that Victoria wanted to do everything she did or even that she couldn’t really have anything to herself. It was that at any time during any situation it felt like Victoria was watching. Analyzing. Comparing.

At first it started with small things like practicing extra hard to get good at Mario Kart or making comments whenever Rebecca had a hard time doing something that she couldn’t tell whether they were consoling or just passive-aggressive. Statements like “Oh wow! I can’t believe you didn’t get that!” or “It must be an off day. The Bex *I* know could handle that easy!”

Rebecca tried to ignore it, dismissing it as a fluke or paranoia, as she had been told many times that she was a bit irrational when she was frustrated. But over time it had become more and more obvious, and more difficult to ignore. Victoria would make sure to go above and beyond to practice any game they attempted to play together so that she would either win or just perform better. If Rebecca brought a friend over, Victoria would lovebomb the shit out of them in order to make them like her better. This was especially upsetting because more often than not, it’d work.

Even when Rebecca said she was going to try and lose weight, Victoria went so overboard on the diet and exercise plan that the post-emo college student grew tired and insecure being around it. While she was just planning on hitting a treadmill for 20 minutes a day, Victoria had put together a 90 day full body fitness plan while drinking protein shakes and kale smoothies every day. It eventually just became *her* thing while Rebecca played reluctant fat friend who couldn’t keep up. By the end of that 90 days, Victoria had dropped 16 pounds while Rebecca ended up stress eating her way to an extra 10.

Even so, Rebecca knew that competition wasn’t everything and that she was plenty capable as she was, regardless of whatever her roommate felt the need to prove. She took solace in the fact that even if Victoria did end up no-lifeing a game just to get better than her, it only meant that Rebecca was naturally talented. There was also no small amount of smugness in the fact that she’d tricked Victoria into reading all of Twilight by claiming that she was gonna see what they hype was about. Even better however, was the subtle way that her friend would get angry when Rebecca’s watcher count during their joint streams was higher than hers was and how it would start messing her up the bigger the gap became.

Rebecca felt like even if Victoria was a skilled tryhard, *she* was the one that the subscribers wanted to see. While Victoria was rude and dismissive, Rebecca was fun and flirty and knew how to work a crowd just as she’d done tonight before logging off and getting to snapchat to sext with a flirty guy from her stream. He was pretty hot and despite an awkward question or two, he wasn’t all that bad at getting the chubby alt girl hot and bothered. Before too long she was bare-chested on video chat, moaning as she tweaked her pierced nipples for her new luckiest fan. It was only after she’d hung up and turned the light off that she noticed just the tiniest splash of red light on the fur of one of her stuffies as it sit in her half opened closet.

She threw on a shirt and aching with dread at what it would mean if what she was right about what she  thought it was, walked over and lifted a stuffed penguin. Behind it was a small, barely visible, and very new looking camera. It was little more than a lens with a stand, adorned only with a little light bulb that would turn on whenever it was livestreaming.

In a blazing rage of fear, humiliation, and raw fury, Rebecca nearly fell over trying to fit her fatter ass into a pair of tight jeans before she charged out to confront Victoria.

“WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK!? WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? OH MY FUCKING GOD, *PLEASE* TELL ME THIS ISN’T YOURS!!!!” She screamed, pleading far more than she’d originally intended.

Victoria only sat on the couch, excitedly staring at Rebecca, whispering something into a small pink dildo as weird, glowing markings appeared on it. Her breaths were short and shaky, and she looked as if she were quaking with excitement.

“WHAT FUCK, ANSWER ME BITCH!” Rebecca yelled, only to feel her fury turn to a cold, sour fear in her chest as it dropped into her stomach at the terrifying grin on Victoria’s face once she’d stopped chanting.

“You know what I don’t get?” She asked sweetly, standing up and very slowly walking towards Rebecca at a speed that indicated she’d been trapped in a well for seven days.

“How come you still find ways to outperform me? I left you only HALF of what you originally were and you still manage to show me up from time to time.”

“The fuck? What the hell are you talking about, you psycho fucking stalker? This is bigger than fucking Mario Kart! You’ve been spying on me naked! You’ve been livestreaming me while I fucking masturbate, and I never even knew! How long has this been going on?!”

“All year.” Said the pink haired nerd with the serrated grin. He sweet, childish tone reminded Rebecca of a creepy doll about to kill a hapless babysitter.

“Who are you sending it to?!” Rebecca yelled.

Victoria smiled and clasped her hands together. “No one really. Just me. I love seeing you like this, Bex. And I’ve been thinking about it for a while now. Tonight you did so great on the stream and you beat me in viewers by like a hundred and FIFTY! They really do still like you better……And that’s why I’ve made my decision.”

Rebecca was horrified. “Wait. What decision?! What are you doing?! Please don’t hurt me! OH MY GOD!” She yelled, walking helplessly backward, unable to muster the courage to power through the busty nerd girl and get away. Instead, she found her heart pounding slower and slower as she admired her aggressor’s confidence and the way she towered over her. Rebecca hadn’t even realized she had fallen backwards onto her bed until she hit the wall and a flood of arousal hit her like a truck. The lights dimmed and grew to be a sickeningly hot pink as the chubby girl’s terrified gasps thickened to a slow pant and her hand snaked drunkenly into her pants even as she held onto her rage.

“Wow. You’re still fighting really hard too. I’m impressed. *Very* impressed, which is why I decided to do this. See, when we did this last time, I could only take half in one go, and figured that that would be enough to close the gap between us. Which it did….but still.”

“You’re so fucking jealous of me and you always have been, you crazy, obsessive whore!” Rebecca snarled. “It doesn’t matter how much you try to copy me. It doesn’t matter how much you practice or how many friends you have because you will NEVER be ME.” She said, her fat pussy soaking through her panties as she reveled in the pleasure she was getting from both her fingers and the thrill of standing up to Victoria.

“YES! Exactly!” Victoria cheered.

“That’s exactly it! What I took from you last time left you half empty while what I got was stacked onto the little bit that I already had! When you compare the stats directly, I come out on top. So why does it still take me two weeks of practice to beat you in Mortal Kombat? Why are your streams more popular than mine and why are YOU still the one introducing ME to people? No. That isn’t what I wanted from this. I realize that I originally wasn’t planning this, but I knew from the beginning it was option. So now I’m going to take what’s mine, and I’ll finally be able to live the life that I’ve always dreamed of.

And Bex? I really did try to let it just be half……And for what it’s worth, I AM sorry.” Victoria said, just as ominously as she did guiltily.

Rebecca had no idea what was going on, but by now she’d stripped off all her clothes and was literally humping her hand with how overwhelmingly horny she was, even as she tried to fight against it.

“Hey Bex,” Victoria asked. “Do you want this?”

Rebecca nodded stupidly and let out one last groan of resistance before snatching the dildo from her captor and greedily fucking herself with it. Orgasming wildly, she once again felt the familiar feeling of being emptied out. The dildo grew larger inside of her as she agonized with the terror of the sensation, feeling as every increasing sensation stole something from her. She screamed in horny, sex-crazed frustration, desperate to stop, but unable to do anything but pump the fat rubber toy into herself even harder as the warmth and light from within her leaked out onto it from her quivering, gushing lips.

With one final surge, Rebecca lay with the toy in her hand, staring at it like she were a mother watching her child get taken away. At first she felt like a ghost staring down at her body as she made her way to heaven, but after a few sad moments, realized that she had gotten it wrong. She wasn’t going to heaven. The light throbbing within the dildo was the ghost. She was the body, left behind to rot while her soul abandoned her for paradise.

She barely moved when Victoria grabbed the dildo and began riding it in front of her on the bed, not moaning with pleasure, but letting out several long and unintelligible but obviously pleasurable groans. Rebecca could feel hot tears run down her face as she watched the strange spectacle unfolding before her with a sense of incalculable, devastating loss.

“BEX. I LOVE YOUUUUUU. I PR-O-O-OMISE I WO-ON’T FOR-GET YOU-U-U-U!!” Victoria nearly sobbed in mindbreaking pleasure. Rebecca began to feel drowsy and tried her best to stay awake. The last dregs of her willpower were barely enough for the girl to keep her eyes open long enough to watch the dildo convulse and shrink as it’s otherworldly ejaculation ended and Victoria slumped backward against the wall. The last thing Rebecca saw was her best friend rubbing her lower belly in circles and cooing “Ooooooooohhhhhh yessssss……”