"Thirty-eight... thirty-seven..."
"I KNOW! Fuck!"
Elle looked herself in the mirror one last time, anxiously scanning for flaws. Her makeup: perfect. Her hair: a calculated level of messy. Her breasts: inconspicuously nestled beneath a lace bra and half-button blouse, eagerly awaiting their moment in the spotlight.
"Thirty-two... thirty-one..."
"I'm GOING, you stupid metallic butthole!" Elle screamed, practically kicking down the door of her walk-in closet as she rushed into her bedroom. "I just couldn't find the right bra."
If her grapefruit-sized, floating camera drone had eyes, it'd be rolling them now -- though somehow, Elle knew what Roxy was thinking anyway. "It's important! None of the others were stretchy enough."
"Elle, the point is that it
isn't
supposed to stretch," her bot sassed in its Aussie accent.
"Well, it should stretch a bit," Elle whined as she assumed a cross-legged pose on her rose-pink bedsheets. "I have to give 'em a show." She inhaled, trying to collect herself. "How much time?"
"Nineteen seconds."
"FUCK! I'm too jittery, Roxy. I need a minute."
"You promised 9pm on the dot. Or do you want your fans to find some other slut to jack off to?"
Elle sighed -- knowing her drone, uncouth as it was, had a point. "'Kay. I'm ready. Where's the hose?"
"It's right here," Roxy sighed, and a robotic garden hose it controlled slithered up to Elle. In lieu of a nozzle, a hollowed-out dildo was attached to the top.
Elle smiled. "Then let's make history."
Seventy-five years ago, in the mid-21st century, humans had become so addicted to their devices that they stopped leaving their homes altogether. With an entire species now isolated from itself, the global population plunged, and society took a dive along with it. The economy collapsed. Wars were started. Humanity was mere generations away from extinction. Technology bans were proposed, but populist politicians were afraid of upsetting their app-addicted constituents. No, the real solution turned out to be something nobody expected:
Cum pipes.
That was what their detractors in the media called them -- though in fairness, that's what they
were
. The world's plumbing systems, so efficient at transporting water and natural gas, would now also be designed to transport human ejaculate around the planet at supersonic speeds. Any woman who wanted to get pregnant by any man could do so in nanoseconds.
It was more successful than anyone anticipated. The global population exploded, then exploded again, going from 4 billion to 40 in the span of several generations. Mankind entered into an era of unprecedented economic, cultural, and technological success.
But most of the cum went to the camgirls.
For over a century now, their kind had grown to become Earth's favorite entertainers, some attracting billions of devoted followers -- so long as they proved willing to do
anything
on livestream. Hopelessly horny men everywhere gave them their hearts, their wages, and, yes, their semen, the lucky ones getting to watch their idol suck up their loads or splash them on their face for the whole world to see.
For most camgirls, that last part was the dirty part of the gig: swallowing cum from who-knows-who in front of who-knows-who-else. For Elle Pennington, it was everything. The 22-year-old camgirl loved cum: its salty taste, its plasmatic texture, the way her whole upper body seemed to warm when a hot load slid down her throat. Where others asked for their fans' dollars, she asked for their spunk -- which was probably why, on an increasingly cramped planet where camgirls owned the few remaining mansions, she could only afford a cramped eighth-floor apartment in the coastal megahub of Santa Sedienta.
Still, the authenticity of Elle's lust had bought her a growing fanbase. It was even enough to make up for her minuscule B-cup breasts, usually a death sentence for a camgirl's career. Elle had always wondered how high up the SlutHub rankings she'd climb if she only had a pair of DDs. She'd be huge. No, she'd be
massive
. Instead, her career had just been... okay.
That all changed today.
"
HELLO,
kings!" Elle sang as her drone's big camera switched on. To its side, it projected her chat feed and current number of viewers -- 2,482 for now, though most of her fans tuned in several minutes into her feed when things got good.
"I know I teased something
big
for you guys today, so here goes: last week, I was one of the first adult content creators in the world to undergo cyberoptic enhancement surgery."
"Cyber
netic
," Roxy corrected. "And as a legal disclaimer, this surgery is still extremely experimental and Elle Pennington is not endorsing it in any way, shape, or form."
"Yeah, whatever. Anyways, Roxy here can now control the nanobots in my bloodstream. So tonight, every drop of cum you guys feed me is gonna go straight--" she dramatically removed another button on her blouse -- "to here. How many people are watching right now, Roxy?"
"3,272. Assuming every man produces half a tablespoon, that's 2.13 gallons of cum that'll be redirected to your jugs."
"Mmmmmm, 2.13 gallons," Elle sighed, trying her best to make the awkward number sound sexy as she squeezed her bra. "I don't know if I'll even be able to
contain
that much."
"Maybe if you asked for money this time, you'd be able to pay off your surgery," Roxy chirped.
"Oh, hush, you," Elle smiled, pulling the dildo-topped hose up to her lips. "Alright, boys, let me have it." She looked into Roxy's lens with fuck-me-now eyes, eagerly anticipating the first stream of cum to arrive at her mouth.
But after five seconds of awkward silence, nothing had come -- or perhaps more accurately, no
body
had come. "Uhhh, Roxy, is this thing connected?"
"Chat wants to see you grow first. Nobody's jerking off yet."
Elle hadn't anticipated this paradox -- people would cum to her boobs, but her boobs wouldn't burst out of their bra until enough people came. Already her viewer count was plunging, her fans evidently bored of this experiment.
"W-wait!" Elle cried, desperate. "I need you guys to cum! Please!" Thinking fast, she took the dildo hose and squeezed her boobs against it, moaning as she did.
"Oh yeah... mmmmm, feels so good..." Her pleasure wasn't very convincing, but she only needed a percentage of her fans to get off to it for her growth to get started. With her viewer count dropping under 1,500, it was a necessary last-ditch effort. Closing her eyes, she squeezed and moved even harder. "Mmmm.... yeah, just like th--"
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