This story has severe brainrot by usual lesbian story standards, but fans of the general concept of vtubers may enjoy it. Check the tags before reading, and enjoy!
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Courtney was almost done with Friday's three hour long late night Overwatch gaming stream; she couldn't wait to end it, turn off the camera, turn off the microphone, turn off all the full body motion capture equipment one by one, and settle down in her New York apartment with whatever alcohol she had in the kitchen. She was sure that some vodka would cause less brain damage than the thing she was currently doing.
"Wooohooooo lol cmon, can we get two more kills before the end of the match cmon I just gotta shoot two of these bitches then we can rank up wish me luck gang!" she said.
Her vtuber avatar, a ridiculous persona named Nebula Girlboss, was an orange-eyed anime girl with dark purple and bright red hair fashioned into a pair of twintails; her hair was red on the sides, and purple in the middle. Wearing a skimpy dress with a built in animation that scrolled across a stock photo of a pretty multicolored space nebula, a purple necktie that hung down between her huge boobs, and a pair of mismatched pink and black thigh-highs, Nebula was nothing like the real Courtney, sitting in her gamer chair in a pair of gray sweatpants and a short sleeved blue shirt with a bland look on her face. Even the voice acting was so energetic and fast paced that it barely sounded like her normal voice.
Chat, of course, being packed as usual, was full of miscellaneous hijinks, plus some backseat gamers telling her what to do, and most of all, some people who were still hanging onto some sexual comments she made earlier. With less than a minute on the in-game match timer, she had to fill the rest of the time somehow. And there were some good threads to pull on.
"Look chat what I'm saying is I would let her do medical experimentation on me and so would all of you, I know you people, you all went crazy when she got the witch outfit, and when she got the demon outfit you all SIMPED for her, you would let her strap you to the operating table even if you don't want to admit it."
Lots of "TRUE" and emote spam instantly swept the chat.
"Yeah! You all admit it you weirdos. Oh sweet, two kills, thank you for letting me murder you enemy team I love you both. Kinda unfair for them but whatever we take those. Hang on, we just got a thirty dollar donation from... oh wow, yeah, not reading that username out loud... but the message just says 'same'... lmao is that the entire message alright sure..."
As she finished the round with a victory, she let out a little "woohoo," then got back to the topic at hand.
"People in chat saying no they wouldn't, stop lying to yourselves lmao you're all perverts just like everyone else in this chat, you clicked on the vtuber with the big tits who do you think you all are... so we have five minutes left in the stream, do we wanna talk about the game and tomorrow's stream or do you just want me to insult you for five minutes?"
Responses were thoroughly mixed, so she did the former, mostly, unless she found something really good to say.
"Again make sure to bring your monster energy tomorrow because, hang on, someone in chat just said according to the lore, she's an ethical doctor and wouldn't do anything as unethical as experiment on humans, okay look imagine this, she approaches you and asks you to take part in an experiment that could save humanity and you have to be locked up and constantly with her while she does things to you, and then after explaining everything she puts her tits in your face, do you think you're gonna say no to me--i mean, to her? You're not gonna say no then!"
Chat, of course, reacted exactly as she had planned. Lots of "mommy" were thrown around in that brief moment.
"That's it, stream over, I'm done, goodbye thank you for the donations good night byyyye!!!"
She shut off the stream, and Courtney was finally free. She blinked her eyes, took in a deep breath, looked at the physical space of her streaming area in her plain, roomy bedroom to center herself back into reality, and turned off everything she could. Finally, she could be a normal person again instead of a brainrotted big titty anime girl. Even if there was fun to be had, it was a persona she deeply wanted to pry out of her mind with a crowbar every time she ended the stream. Being normal for the other twenty plus hours every day seemed like a much better idea.
After walking out of her bedroom and making her way to her apartment's bathroom, she washed her face to get the grimy Nebula sensation off it. Finally, feeling pure and normal once more, she dried herself off, brushed her slightly disheveled brown hair, and walked to the kitchen to grab something to drink.
Courtney slammed down a whole glass of water, stuck it into the dishwasher, ate some chips, and then looked for some alcohol. Some cheap vodka, alright, she could work with that, but that was what she had two nights ago. Surely there was something else...
The discontinued alcohol at the back of the fridge nagged her once again as she looked around for other things. No beer, but she did spot the Bacardi 151-proof rum. Maybe now was the time to finally bust it out. Maybe... She glanced at that one discontinued Jack Daniel's next to it, and finally to the Jagermeister Spice, however the hell that tasted.
She really was saving all these discontinued drinks for a special occasion, but as she thought about it, she couldn't really think of any special occasions worth saving them for, at least not ones she was ever likely to do.
Maybe it was worth living a little. Maybe today was the time to have some. She mulled over which one to sample, wondering which one would pair well with the act of reading a dirty lesbian romance novel for the rest of the evening. It was late, and she wasn't tired in a way that demanded sleep, at least not yet; she just needed to get drunk and chill and exercise her drunk brain with quality literature and then pass out sometime between midnight and two.
She stood in the kitchen for five minutes, still wondering which one to take. Eventually, desperate to get reading, she decided to just mix them all together. It would taste horrible for sure, but it would certainly be something. Really, it was a combination nobody else had probably ever experienced before, so mixing them together and making something new was the best use of discontinued alcohol in her mind.
After mixing a bit from the three bottles together with some apple and lime juice, she carried the large mug containing the ill-advised mixture to her bedroom, sat it on her nightstand, and pulled out that delightful lesbian romance book she was in the middle of reading. A pizza delivery girl and an English princess sneaking off together... oho! Scandalous!
Still in her sweatpants and thin blue shirt, she slipped under the blankets, propped up her head on a few white pillows, and then started reading in comfort. After about a page of flirting, she picked up her glass and took a sip. It was the most abhorrent thing she had tasted in months, and she almost spilled it as she tried to glue her mouth shut and swallow it. Eventually, she managed to get it down her throat, the apple juice doing very little to stop the burning.
Having survived one little drink, she felt like the science was already done; this combination of drinks was a disaster, but it was worth it. Unfortunately, the rest of it was still there, and she just had to drink it. Hopefully, the suffering would make the lesbian kissing on the page feel better in comparison, so she took another sip. The second time, it tasted even worse, so she put her glass on the nightstand again. A few pages later, having fully embraced suffering, she took another sip.
That delightful drunken fuzziness started to enter her head more quickly than usual. She didn't pay it much attention, and kept reading and drinking. Yet as she did, slowly emptying the seemingly endless cup, something started to feel off. Her head began to throb with pain... well, alcohol was good at fixing pain, probably, maybe, she wasn't a doctor, so she drank more.
Figuring she'd finished the whole thing by now, she looked down at her cup and realized it was only half empty. Realizing all her sips were tiny all along, she took a bigger one and then kept excitedly reading so she could get to the next kiss scene.
She turned the page and... Oooh! Spicy! She took another sip and imagined it was the kiss of a cute pizza delivery girl.
Then her head pounded with an agonizing headache, and she almost spilled her drink. Thankfully, she held onto the book, which was the more important thing. Something felt very wrong... her head buzzed with drunkenness, and the pain was bunched up at the top of her skull. This wasn't something alcohol was supposed to do. She looked at her glass, took in a deep breath, and chugged the rest of it. Then she stood up, feeling dizzy already from both the headache and the unusually quick drunkenness onset.
Stumbling to the bathroom, her body shivered while feeling absolutely sweltering all of a sudden. Was there something toxic in there? She hoped not. Hopefully it would go away. She pushed the cracked door open, turned on the bright bathroom lights which stung her eyes, and opened the medicine cabinet. Looking at her supply of assorted medications, she decided that adding more chemicals to the mixture inside her was a bad idea. Maybe water would help.
As she walked out of the bathroom, the headache exploded and shot through her entire skull, and she almost fell. Hand pressed against the wall, she let out a low groan as the pain briefly became unbearable. Knees shaking, she tried not to fall over as the pain pulsed down her spine...
...Then it was gone--all of it. The pain stopped. She felt fine. Courtney realized how fast she had been breathing, and slowly stopped. And where was the drunk feeling? It was gone too. She stood up straight, thought about taking some painkillers in case it came back, and decided to wait and see what would happen.
A thud sounded like it came from her bedroom. Probably a bird. But as she approached her bedroom door, still open, she heard a humming from inside. Her phone maybe?
Then she stepped inside and saw... Nebula Girlboss? On her bed? Reading her book?
Courtney stared hard in silence. This wasn't a cosplayer or anything; even in Courtney's shock, she still noticed the scrolling nebula pattern on her dress, and the exaggerated yet broadly appealing anime-esque 3D model appearance.
