Shiftstream

(Comissioned by EB18, intentionally leaving open a lot of space for a sequel. Thanks buddy, it was great working with you on this.)

“So yeah, thank you Bob.”  Artemis of Themyscira winked at the camera and went on to the next superchat. At first sight, Artemis would be called a “booba streamer” defined by her massive front heavy chest, yet she wasn’t wearing anything revealing. But the way she shifted, it was clear that she deliberately didn’t wear a bra. 

Yet her streams weren’t focused on excuses to show off as much skin as was possible. Artemis was an artist, and she took great pride in the things she drew on the canvas. And yet at the same time she was a small bit of a tease. Mostly though, she liked to make booba jokes like the best of them. Her chat had quite a few boob emojis available to compliment that fact.

Her long red hair ran all the way to her somewhat shapely butt. Up top, she had it in a sort of retro bob cut up front while the rest hung freely.  Her eyes were greyish blue with black around the edges. a lot of freckles on her cheeks.  Today, she was wearing a simple red t-shirt and a skirt since it was mid summer.

“All right, everyone, time for me to head out.” The chat spammed a bunch of emojis of all kinds, and Artemis winked as she deliberately stood up to turn off her stream, giving the chat a good look at her shifting breasts before it was cut short. She double checked that the stream was off and manually disconnected the webcam and microphone.

As she did this, she said to herself “You’re always so paranoid.”

Immediately she retorted to herself. “Yeah, if anyone finds out, we’re boned. Better to double check then to get wrecked”

Artemis was a mid-range streamer, at the stage where she could live comfortably off her superchats. At the same time, she did have a few side gigs that kept her going comfortably She was about to turn around when Artemis triple-checked it again.

“Really?’

“Yes, really.” Again, she spoke to herself.

She checked it. Satisfied she sat back down into her chair.

“How much did we make today?”

“200. Pretty good, just like that self portrait.” Hanging upon the canvas was a decent depiction of herself, lying on a towel on the beach in a swimsuit. 

She admired herself and chuckled. “If only they knew…”

In her mind, a different voice spoke up, feminine yet different from Artemis’ regular voice.

“Is it time yet for our post-stream ritual?.” 

She responded to her voice in her mind with a chuckle. “Don’t you mean you need your fix?”

Artemis slowly lifted up her t-shirt and neatly folded it up. Her chest, a heavy looking G cup never seemed to slow her down as much as it should have even though they freely moved around with her. Her thick nipples started to perk up as she flexed and started to rub all over her body.

“Maybe. I just love to make you happy.”

“Because you feed off it, I know.” It was subtle to spot but her breasts seemed to shrink by one cup size, yet they remained of an impressive size. The mass seemed to move down her chest, past her belly to rush to her crotch. The hairy red bush started to bulge out forward as the upper half of it pushed forward. Her vagina seemed to first grow testicles before her new oversized veiny shaft burst forth. The whole process took about 10 seconds before it was finished. It was as if she’d never had a vagina there in the first place. 

With two hands she touched her quivering erection. As she began to stroke, an electric-like tingle spread over her body. It was as an invisible force spread over her body, massaging her all over. It shifted from her asscheeks up through her shoulders onto her breasts which shifted once again, this time having her nipples grow in size and sensitivity. 

Artemis sat down on the floor, one hand jacking off , the other squeezing her nipple while the mysterious electric feeling now headed downwards until it seemed to douse her erection in pure pleasure. Her tongue rolled out of her mouth and she drooled involuntarily as she rapidly approached her peak.

In a short moment of lucidity Artemis rushed off to the bathroom, not wanting to soil her streaming room.. The feeling in her cock subsided for a moment as she stepped into the shower cabinet and sat on her knees. With one hand she turned on the shower at its hottest stance.

“Okay, go.”

As quickly as it had disappeared, the feeling of tension and pressure suddenly came back in full force. Two hands wrapped around her erection as she began to jack off as hard as she could. Her bottom lip quivered and the sensation of happiness seemed to strangely reverberate all over her body. The sensitivity of her skin increased even more as Artemis came. Not only from her cock which started squirting all over, splattering over the tiled wall. At the same time her nipples started to leak milk massively. 

The mix of water, cum, and milk spread all over and was flushed away. Relentlessly, panting, sweating, cumming, and leaking all over until finally Artemis collapsed onto her back.

She breathed heavily as she lay on the cold floor, warm rays of water hitting her face.

“Are you satisfied?” Like before, she spoke to no one in particular.

“Yes. Thank you for being happy for me. Your dopamine is so incredibly sweet today.”

Artemis slowly got halfway up, scrubbing herself clean and starting to shower.

“Back to Kelcey, then?”

“Yeah, we need to get some groceries…and he’s surely still stalking Artemis. Better to not walk outside like her any more.” In a weird, disconnected way she talked about herself, as if someone else had possessed the well-known streamer, and in a way, that was true.

“Let me finish my shower first.” Artemis played with her tits for a bit as she began to clean up. At one point, she washed some of the cum off the walls using the showerhead. Satisfied that everything was done she shut down the shower cabin and walked out. Glancing in the mirror back at her, was a 10 out of 10 woman, astonishingly and impossibly pretty, with a cock so big that it was impressive even while flacid. After drying herself up, she walked off to her closet.

“Anytime now.” She put her hand on her hip and waited. 

“Right!”

A sudden wave of changes rolled over the streamer’s body. Like a wave crashing over her, her entire body shifted. Her massive chest began to shrink as her waist expanded from an unrealistically thin size to a more normal one. Her shoulders expanded by a bit as the mass spread out. At the same time, the only region that seemed to expand by much were her hips and ass. Her chest had shrunk down by a miraculous amount as the massive chest shrank down to a respectable C cup. 

Not only did her body shift weight from one end to another, but she shrank down from her supermodel size down to a much more stocky woman. Her hair shifted from red to a darker shade, all the way to a raven shade of black. Even her genital hairs shifted along, and her cock reverted back into a very hairy looking pussy.

Finally, her face changed somewhat to be somewhat less attractive. Thicker cheeks, her freckles disappearing and bigger eyebrows. Mind you, this only meant that she went down from a 10/10 supermodel down to a 7/10. 

Within a minute, the tall supermodel-like streamer had become someone quite different. The only aspect that stood out about Kelcey were her hips and ass which held most of the weight taken from Artemis’ heaving chest. A common joke made about Kelcey was that she never skipped leg day, ever. Even Artemis’ thin, sleek legs had expanded, looking surprisingly muscular. 

“All done?” 

The words coming out of her mouth sounded different, of a somewhat lower timbre than Artemis. Altogether, no one would have ever guessed that the two women would be the same person, and that was a deliberate “design choice”. Only the most astute of observers would be able to tell that despite their extremely different body shapes they had the exact same weight overall.  

Kelcey Waterfront walked up to the mirror, checking her look out. She glanced at her eyes, seeing that they were still Artemis’.

“You forgot the eyes.”

“Oh, right. Thank you.” Kelcey’s eyes shifted to a rare shade of dark purple. Most people just thought she was a girl that wanted to be special so she wore coloured contacts all day. How little they truly knew about her real identity…both of them.

Kelcey waded through the section of the walk-in closet with her own name on it and quickly got dressed in a casual getup of a t-shirt and a hoodie. As she pulled on her panties, she moved on to her pants only to find her waistline too big to close them up. A cough later, and her body shifted with the mass spreading further down her leg. Satisfied, and finished, Kelcey packed her things and left the apartment.

And of course, he was there in the hallway. Micheal Rethimir, a blonde guy in his early 20’s. Artemis’ stalker, dressed in a hoodie and glaring at her.

“Kelcey. Where’s Artemis? I need to speak to her.”

“Who?” 

“You know her, your roommate. She just finished her stream so we can talk.”

“She doesn’t live here, now leave or I’m calling the police. I tried getting through to you before, this streamer girl you’re simping for doesn’t live here.” In truth,  they didn’t know HOW he had figured it out where they lived, but he didn’t know enough…and if he was trouble, she still had tricks up her sleeve. 

“You can’t fool me, I know Artemis lives here.” Kelcey pulled out her phone, and he turned to leave.

“Tell her I love her, and that we need to talk about our future.”

“Look, buddy, I don’t know what kind of phantom you’re chasing, but Artemis, whatever her name is, doesn’t live here, hasn’t been here, and I don’t even think she knows you or anything. I get that you’re in love, but I’m sorry, you’re just wrong.”

He looked at her, waited for a moment, and left.

“Dumbass.” Kelcey muttered under her breath. “We need to file a restraining order against him…I mean, I do.”

‘What’s a restraining order?”

“I’ll explain later, come on, we gotta get going.” The woman with the thick asscheeks stepped out of the hallway and stepped onto the street.

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In an undisclosed location, far away…

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FBI Agent Lee Mackersohn’s death glare was visible from behind his glasses. Dressed in a snazzy suit he sat down opposite the man in the interrogation chamber. An older, slightly portly bald man with thin-rimmed glasses was breathing heavily, averting his gaze.

“Okay, let’s go over this again, Doctor Mader.”

“Why did you let the prototype escape?”

“I didn’t! I didn’t! I swear!” Ilya shook his head. “She was never rebellious or anything. Always cooperative.”

“Why do you call CAS-1 a she? It’s a prototype, doctor, able to shift into any form it likes.”

“Because she likes to be a woman. And…I never suspected a thing. I could never believe that she had replaced my assistant and walked out of the facility as her. I’ve seen the footage, and I still can’t believe she planned and executed this perfectly.”

“Well, neither can I. You were involved in letting the prototype slip out of here. She used you, and now a dangerous, unstable asset is running wild. The only way you’re going to avoid getting prosecuted for treason is the fact that you are going to bring the prototype back to us.”

“I doubt…that will be possible.”

Mackersohn slammed his hands on the table.

“THEN MAKE IT POSSIBLE!”

“And if you can’t, I’ll reserve you for the next spot on the first flight down to Cuba.” Without any further word, he left the room, leaving behind him a man on the edge.

“Casey…” Her name left his mouth, quietly contemplating what to do next.

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Kevin Strauss couldn’t believe his week. The 26 year old photographer didn’t stand out by most metrics. He was caucasian, with his black hair running down all the way to his nipples, though he tended to just tie it in the back most of the time. He had his own apartment in the big city , small enough to be cozy, but not small enough to be cramped. Yet, he didn’t spend much time in it, rather, most days he was out and about on shoots.  Mostly weddings, which allowed him to hike up the price of his services by 300 percent and still get paid. Life was busy, and he didn’t really have time to engage in the big city dating scene which ended up being really rather stressful. He didn’t quite have a plan at all on where to go next outside of vague dreams of being a director. 

Kevin lived comfortably, even though he wasn’t doing too exuberantly on the financial side of things. Which meant that he couldn’t be picky with who he had as clients. Luckily, word of mouth was on his side, and soon he had a new regular client. Only when he was all set up for the shoot did he find out that it was a shoot for a latex covered BDSM couple. 

It wasn’t his thing, personally, but he remained professional, and the tip he got at the end was great. He kept his two sides of his business separate, the weddings, and the fetishists, making money off both sides by word of mouth and the class of his works. 

Plus, whenever there was a solo female model, he made copies for…”home research”. 

Last week, one of these solo models had contacted him for a shoot, and in lieu of hiring a studio, she proposed to do it in his room. When he met her, he was blown away by how pretty she was. 

Casey Luvin was an upcoming adult model that was seeking to do something new for her subscribers. The former U.S. Military prototype had quickly integrated herself into human society, making use of her shapeshifting abilities to change from woman to woman, selling herself along the road. Moving from place to place, form to form, she never stayed long in one region.

The money facilitated many things for Casey, but most importantly, her line of work kept her fed. Her form didn’t require food to function, but rather, pure dopamine and ecstasy. Human happiness, in essence. So she went around making other people happy, yet never daring to stay around for too long even though the stunningly gorgeous forms she took were frequently propositioned. 

The form she currently had taken on would later become Artemis. A stunningly gorgeous woman with a massive chest and a smile on her face. Kevin kept it professional, though now, it was harder than ever. The couples and individuals he had met and took photos of before were mostly average people, with some of them being quite attractive to the eye.

But she was perhaps the most attractive woman he had ever seen. By the end of the nude shoot he had seen all he could have ever wanted. He was hard, though he did his best to just ignore it as much as he could.

And of course, she had spotted it, giggling from moment to moment before assuming the next pose she liked.

When all was said and done, he showed off some of the photos. To his surprise she didn’t immediately re-dress. Rather she glanced at him with a smile and then at his crotch where his dick continued to pump itself up.

“Let me help you with that.” With a big grin on her face she pushed his camera aside, unzipped his pants and freed his cock.

It took a lot of willpower for it not to burst right then and there. As she dragged her tongue across his veiny shaft his lower lip quivered with joy.

“Let’s have some fun together. I know you love it.” She put her hand on the side of his head, and Kevin could feel…something. Her hand was surprisingly cold and he reeled back a little bit. Casey looked up at his discomfort and immediately took his meat in her mouth. In an effortless fashion her throat and mouth covertly shifted to allow as much of his erection into her mouth as was possible. 

“Oh God..oh, Oh, wow.” Her tongue stretched out to pressure his cock even more. At this point Kevin had lost his cool completely and hit his peak. The torrent of cum burst out from his tip, which Casey devoured with great ease.  As it flowed she put both hands against his head and massaged it, nourishing herself with the rush of happiness that flowed through his head. 

Kevin continued to cum and cum, far more than he usually would. By the end of it, he was spent and exhausted. At the same time, he was super satisfied.

“Oh…wow, you’re fantastic.”

“Thank you, thank you.” As she glanced at him she feigned a bit of worry. “Oh…you look really tired, you should go and catch your rest.”

“I guess.”

“Come along then, I’ll sleep in your bed as well if you’ll let me.”

“Yes, yes, please stay, it’s all right.”

“Thanks, Kevin.” She gave him a quick peck on the cheek as the two of them wandered off to his bedroom. She got under the sheets with him, looking him in the eye.

“Rest, everything is going to be just fine.” Kevin couldn’t believe his luck. This week went from bogstandard to perhaps one of the best ones of his life…if only he could find a way to make her stay. He cuddled with her, giggling somewhat as the warmth of it all made him droozy, and soon he dozed off. 

He didn’t notice the somewhat mixed look on Casey’s face. While she had been in lots of sexual contact, she didn’t quite experience someone who actually just wanted to cuddle with her after sex. The feeling of his body close was something she had not experienced in quite a while. A sudden urge came over her. Was it instinct? Was it a need? Whatever it was, she suddenly felt hollow inside. Like, not a whole person. Her mind flashed back to the fusion experiments with Doctor Mader. 

She needed him inside her. Now. Her mind was made up as her body started to shift and alter itself. She turned into a fluid, rolling over him, surrounding him, encasing him within her. From the outside, it looked like Casey was the only one lying in the bed, snoring quietly. 

The almost nostalgic feeling made her feel whole once again. This felt right. She didn’t want to give herself away to him, so she would un-merge from him soon enough. Five more minutes though, she said to herself. Five more minutes.

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That morning, Kevin felt remarkably soggy. Heavy even. For a moment, it felt like it was hard to move. Like someone was sitting on top of him. Still, he felt like getting up, standing upright and feeling his body sag in the front and back.

And then it hit him. He had BOOBS! 

‘Oh my God, oh my GOD!” The voice that came out was female. He trudged over to the mirror to see not himself standing there, but Casey Luvin herself.

“Please don’t freak out.” An unknown, feminine voice sprang up in his mind.

Kevin freaked out, trying to tug at his new chest, to get it off him. Strangely enough, it seemed to work for a bit, stretching out with his pulls before slapping back into place.

“I can’t unfuse from you, I’m sorry,  this has never happened to me before!”

“Un…fuse…who are you?’

“I am Casey.”

Kevin forced himself to calm down, acting for a moment in a type of delusion where professionalism could save him from this situation.

“Why am I…you?”

“I am…special. I don’t quite know what I am, but I was made by the government to assist in infiltration.”

As Kevin looked into the mirror, his body shifted hair and eye colour his face changed shape to be taller with more visible cheekbones. 

“But I don’t know what has gone wrong, I can’t disconnect from you any more. I’m sorry, you’re stuck with me…as me.”

“This…this can’t be happening.”

“I can change your form if you would like.”

“Change me back to myself!”

“I have not…been a male for a while. I will need to practice that.”

“What?! You can’t put me back to myself!”

“Not for a while. I’m sorry.”

Casey shook her head.

“What am I supposed to do in the meantime to make a living?” Casey tugged at her own face, stretching out and letting it slap back into place. “My business relies on me being myself, not…this!”

“Porn…like me.”

“Ugh, no. Hell no. I take photos, I don’t actually participate in it. Ever.”

He looked in the mirror, seeing a woman that looked stunningly beautiful with a heavy set chest.

“But maybe….we could become a booba streamer?”

“A what?”

“Well, with these…I could draw attention from coomers…but not have to go naked myself. That could get me…some income. Thank the lord I saved up before this.”

“God…they’re so saggy. How can you walk around like this? This is going to draw so much attention from everyone.”

“I can’t….reduce my total mass. But I can readjust it from place to place.” The massive mounds on her chest started to shrink down more and more as Casey shifted their fused form down to what would later become known as Kelcey..

“I take this form when I am not trying to draw male attention.”

Casey turned around looking back at her now massive ass.

“I don’t think it works as well as you think.”

“It…it has to go somewhere.”

“Okay. I am calm. I am calm. This is fine. I can…deal with this.” she touched her asscheeks, feeling the touch as if it was her own skin.

“Okay. So. If we are going to do this, we need to separate the…streamer from…this.”

She looked in the mirror at herself.

“This…this is going to need some time to get used to.”

“On the bright side, I thought of a name for the both of us. Kelcey!”

“Kelcey?”

“Yeah. Your name, and a bit of mine.” Kelcey nodded. For the moment, Kevin just sought to find a way out of this madness. But panicking wouldn’t help him in this situation. One final time, he tried to pull the apparent mask off his face and struggled with his new female form. But nothing helped. It even hurt himself.

“O…okay. Okay. We’ll sort this out. Together.”

“Don’t you worry, I will try to separate myself from you soon enough. Just…sit tight, there is not much else you can do at the moment.”

Kelcey sat down on the bed, reflecting for a while. Casey didn’t dare speak, staying silent for a moment. 

Then Kevin realized something very important.

“I have boobs. Within reach, at all times.” As he gazed down at his chest, shrank down to a C cup, he cupped the both of them. “They’re so…sensitive.” Kelcey squeezed her own chest, rubbing her hands all over. “God! G-G-God, that’s so good! I can’t…”  For the first time, she could feel a whole new sensation in her crotch. 

“Is that..” She looked down at her pussy. With one cautious hand, she touched it, a whole new wave of feelings rupturing through her body.

“I can help you with that.” Her folds seemed to shake and shiver, a mysterious current like feeling running through them. Kelcey gasped. “So…ssso good.” Immediately, she started exploring her new genitalia, touching, and cupping, and finally sticking a finger in. 

Her left hand squeezed a nipple at the same time. Kelcey doubled over, moaning, sweating, and squirming as the new feelings rocked her body. She suddenly screamed as her pussy squirted fluids all over the bed. For a moment, it was comparable to a male climax before just as it was declining it suddenly burst up again, like a second ejaculation just after the first.

She went limp, her eyes rolling in her head as Kevin and Casey bathed in pure joy together.

“So…delicious. Your joy, it’s so sweet.”

“I…I really could get used to this. Maybe this isn’t so bad after all.”