The Clinic Collection
Part 1: The Bird Dog
By Candle Wit
“So, um, I wanted to bring up the idea of paying rent, maybe...”
Rebecca Kim chewed her left thumbnail, as she doomscrolled. Suddenly, Tim was asking her to pay rent. He knew that she didn’t have the money. She flicked her dark eyes up at him. Her roommate had a pained smile. She looked back at her phone. She could hear him swallow.
“Rebecca, I have a heart and everything, but…” Tim stood in her doorway for another few seconds before he shuffled away.
In moments like this, when she felt helpless, she thought of her parents. Pushing her to study, study, study to make money, money, money. The only thing that they valued was fucking money. They wanted her to be a doctor. She wanted to study art history.
“Art history!? That’s a white people fantasy!” Her dad had laughed. “You’re going to college to make money, Rebecca. After all, you’re never going to marry a rich man with your face. You’ll have to yourself.”
She signed up for pre-med. It was a disaster. People never accepted that an asian kid could be bad at math or science, least of all her mom and dad.
After her second semester at college, she dropped out. The shame of telling her parents was too much so she just… didn’t. Her parents were unaware that she had dropped out of UNLV and was using her student loan money aimlessly trying to “find herself” in Las Vegas.
She went to dive bars and concerts. She bought a leather jacket. Occasionally waiting tables gave her a little cash to spend on cigarettes and booze. The desert always had some kind of drum circle or acid trip to experience. Her parents had forced her to play violin, but now that she was free, she got a pawnshop guitar. She sucked at it.
Her parents expected her to graduate in a year and she didn’t know what the hell was she going to do. She couldn’t face them! Just thinking about it was giving her a panic attack.
She popped open the pill bottle she had rolled up in an old Led Zeppelin shirt. She had a collection of vintage band tee-shirts. She paired them with ripped jeans and old chucks. She ate a Xanax and washed it down with a swig of vodka from the handle hidden under her bed.
“Fuck my life,” she mumbled.
She realized the sun was down when she wandered out into the loft. The space was huge. It was the entire top floor of an old building. All the lower floors were empty. A freight elevator with a pulldown gate was their front door. She used the pilot lights on the stovetop to light her cigarettes. It was very rock and roll, which Rebecca loved.
Tim had made no effort to decorate his loft. It was all concrete and steel, other than a single couch and an enormous TV sitting on the ground.
When she flopped on the couch, her scowling reflection stared back at her in the black TV screen. She hated how she looked. Rebecca was 5′8″ and skinny. She had tiny boobs and big nipples, which were embarrassing. She had long dark hair. Her eyes were narrow slits. She had a wide nose with round nostrils and round cheeks.
In her opinion, she was ugly. She clicked on the TV to erase her reflection.
A skank on Love Island had only been crying for a minute when she heard Tim clear his throat. Great. Her roommate loomed behind her like a weirdo. Was he really gonna be a hardass about the rent?
Tim was the epitome of white male privilege—he had everything but he hadn’t earned anything. He was tall, lanky and pasty. His jeans hung off his ass and his hoodie had bleach stains. His messy blonde hair hadn’t been cut, combed or conditioned in months. He was a basic ass white boy.
She hated that Tim was exactly the type of guy she went for: the tall, boring and caucasian. It was probably some internalized racism. If Tim had played guitar, she would have been all over him. Unfortunately, he didn’t play guitar, he played video games all day. Her parents probably would have loved Tim because he was rich.
He didn’t seem to have a job. First, he told her he was a streamer. Then he told her that he was a professional poker player. Then he claimed had made a fortune in crypto.
The truth was that his parents were rich. It wasn’t his loft at all. Rebecca asked him about his mortgage rate and he’d gotten so flustered it took him a minute to claim he bought it cash.
Still, he wasn’t all bad. The house where she was couch surfing became unlivable. An endless party raged continuously; sleep was impossible. He’d ed through one night and invited her to crash for at his place. His girlfriend, Willow, had moved out so he had lots of space. It seemed like the weirdest come on that Rebecca had ever experienced. “My girlfriend dumped me, come live with me.” She’d already burned about every bridge she had and she’d lost her job, so she took a chance and had gone home with him.
It turned out he was just a lonely, generous loser. Totally harmless. He didn’t even have the guts to make a move on her. Or maybe he just thought she was as ugly. Most boys seemed to.
“Hey so, about earlier, I feel like we—”
“Tim, I’m trying to find a job, I told you!” Rebecca snapped. She looked back at the TV. Tim kept standing there, like a fucking pussy.
“No! What I mean is, like… do you want to smoke?”
A baggie of pot landed next to her on the couch.
Rebecca raised an eyebrow. What day was it? Tuesday? Fuck yeah, she could party.
Three hours later, Rebecca leaned against the railing of their balcony feeling like the goddess of victory. Vegas sparkled in front of her. She lit a parliament.
“I’ve really enjoyed, like, finally getting to know you,” Tim said. He packed another bowl.
It actually had been fun. Tim wanted to play Switch. Rebecca had owned his skinny butt at Smash Bros. He ordered a pizza. He listened attentively while she explained how much anxiety her tiger mom had given her and how her dad wanted a boy. It all built up until it crashed down and she dropped out. She liked art and music and her parents just didn’t get that.
“I wish I could just tell my parents to fuck off, but I’m a coward. They raised me to be a goodie-two-shoes, so that’s what I am deep down. I can’t make them ashamed. I wanted to do art camp, but they made me do fucking kumon math,” Rebecca said.
“So if you like art, like, do you like anime?” Tim asked.
“Are you asking because I’m asian?”
“No, I just… like…”
“I’m fucking with you. Yeah, I watch anime. I use chopsticks, too.”
“Do you like Kpop?”
“What the fuck, Tim? Just because I’m Korean doesn’t mean I like Kpop. I like rap and rock and grunge and post-rock,” she popped her baggy Nirvana shirt, in case he’d missed it. “But I do like kimchi and galbi. Any other questions?”
“Is your family, like, in Korea?”
“No, dude. My family’s been in this country for like… four generations. Which is why it’s so fucking annoying my dad was like ‘you need to be a doctor.’ He owns a liquor store, he’s not fresh off the boat. Like, you go be a doctor, asshole.”
“Yeah, my dad’s an asshole too,” Tim said, ing his bong.
Rebecca ripped a lungful, explained the concept of Love Island, and then ranked all the Zeppelin albums: 4, 2, Physical Graffiti, 3, Houses of the Holy, 1, then all the others.
Tim talked about how his streaming career had taken a turn for the worse since his ex-girlfriend, Willow, left him.
Rebecca showed him some of her art. She drew manga-style mostly. But she drew some lifelike portraits too. One face in particular, she drew over and over—
“Who is this?”
“That’s Bianca,” Rebecca said.
“Is she someone important?” Tim looked at the beautiful face Rebecca sketched again and again.
“She’s… just an idea,” Rebecca said, coughing.
“You know,” Tim said, “if you need work, there’s an app that you can use.”
“Is it OnlyFans?” Rebecca scoffed.
“No! It’s just like… psych studies. They pay a lot.”
“Oh yeah?” Rebecca said. She didn’t want to think about work. She felt too fucking awesome. Tim handed her the bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue.
“Yeah. My old girlfriend, Willow… um… she made a ton of money on it. You just have to answer questions.”
“Send me the link.”
Rebecca smoked a cigarette to the filter and looked at Tim critically. He was kinda handsome. He was rich. He was nice and safe.
Maybe she was just down on him because she was down on herself.
He’d never go for her in the first place. She wasn’t exactly hot.
Tim had spent most of the night talking about Willow, his ex. He missed her. He was lonely. She was so cool and hot and on and on. It was so annoying that Rebecca understood why Willow had bailed. But then, Rebecca had spent the night bitching about her parents and the job market, so it was basically even.
Tim texted her a link. She clicked it and an app installed on her phone. Her phone screen went pink.
Plug In Headphones and Begin her screen read.
“Thanks Tim, this has been fun,” Rebecca said.
She went to her room, taking the bottle of scotch with her.
The app seemed simple enough. It was called ‘The Clinic.’ Or the company was ‘The Clinic’ and the app didn’t have a name.
She set up direct deposit information—promising—then put on her headphones. A soothing sound flooded her mind. Her neck relaxed. Goddamn, she wouldn’t mind getting paid for this.
She cleared the pile of dirty clothes off her bed into the suitcases that were in the same place she’d dropped them when she arrived. She stretched out and plumped her pillows. Tim had good pillows, she had to give him that.
She held her phone to her face and pressed BEGIN
A swirl of colors faded into a light pink background.
Is your name Rebecca?
She could answer Yes or No
She tapped Yes
Is your name Rebecca?
Yes
The app seemed to be an endless questionnaire.
It was really stupid, but Rebecca got 10 cents every time she answered a question. A relentless stream of ‘Yes or No’ questions peppered her. She lied to the app once, to see what would happen. She said her name was not Rebecca. The sound in the headphones changed and she felt disappointed in herself. An empty, awful feeling descended, like it was graduation day and she’d have to tell her parents that she was a failure… She switched her answer to the truth and the questionnaire continued.
Is Bacon your favorite food?
No
Do you live in Las Vegas?
Yes
Is your name Rebecca?
Again, the name question popped up. Some questions got recycled, over and over. She’d made close to a hundred dollars, rapidly tapping her phone.
Are you happy?
No
Have you had sex today?
No
Would you like to have sex?
No
Her stomach dropped. The screen flashed and her headphones pulsed in her skull. Rebecca felt her pussy get wet. Her mouth went dry.
Would you like to have sex?
No
Again, her stomach dropped. Her hand moved down her tummy and touched her hairy mound. She hadn’t shaved in forever, she hadn’t needed to.
Her fingers found her clit and—
“Oh my god!” Rebecca gasped. Her heels dug into the mattress. Her whole body was tingling with bliss. She stuffed a pillow into her face so Tim wouldn’t hear her moaning as she rubbed one out.
She put down her phone and closed her eyes, imagining a jock stud pinning her down and using her cunt in a locker room. A hulking quarterback emerged from the steam of the showers. She was the nerd getting fucked by the high school king—it was so milquetoast, but this little fantasy usually got her to orgasm. She’d never really been successful without a vibrator. She tried anyway.
She failed.
15 minutes later, sweating and frustrated, she picked up her phone.
Would you like to have sex?
Yes Rebecca tapped.
The question flashed ten more times, and Rebecca answered it more urgently.
Are you going to have sex tonight?
Yes
Her answer had been automatic.
Her answer had felt really good. Rebecca swallowed.
Are you going to have sex tonight?
Yes
This time she meant it.
Fuck it, Tim was right next door. He was drunk and stoned, so he’d probably dick her. Another swig of Johnnie Walker gave her some courage. Her tee shirt covered her tiny tits. She didn’t bother to put any bottoms on. She kept her headphones in, they made her feel safe and warm.
When she cracked Tim’s door open, it smelled like boy. A musky, thick funk. Dirty clothes covered the floor and posters of anime girls and superhero vixens covered the walls. Jesus, he was in his twenties but this dweeb was living like he was a teen. Whatever, beggars can’t be choosers. She was so horny she needed to be locked in a fucking cage. Some dirty laundry and fan service wasn’t going to stop her.
The only light in the room came from glowing computer monitors.
The monitors played porn. A disgustingly busty blonde was getting fucked doggy.
Normally she would have retreated as quietly as possible, like any sane person, but Rebecca felt deranged. I’m going to have sex tonight, Rebecca thought. I’m going to have sex tonight. She thought it again and again until the words blurred into irresistible instinct.
“Hey, uh, Tim?” Rebecca said, “Umm, this is weird, but…”
Tim spun around in his gaming chair.
“Holy shit…” Rebecca said, as her jaw dropped.
He was a ridiculous sight, face plastered with a wide-eyed shock, long naked body slouched in his chair, gym socks on… hands gripping an absurdly huge cock with two hands.
Tim had the biggest cock Rebecca had ever seen. It was veiny and thick with a fat head. He held it like a baseball bat, but two palms didn’t cover half his hard-on. His nuts were the size of plums. Rebecca was so fucking wet, she was dripping.
They stared at each other… then Tim frantically tried to turn off his monitor.
“Jesus Christ, Tim, it’s cool. Let me help you with that thing,” Rebecca said, sucking some drool back into her mouth. Her headphones pulsed. The inside of her skull felt like it was covered with the soft side of velcro.
Tim got up and said something. Rebecca just nodded, staring at his monster cock. He was saying something, trying to explain himself, but she couldn’t hear what he was saying through the humming in her head.
Tim held up a face mask, like a surgical mask. Ok, guy… she wasn’t that ugly! But whatever, maybe it was a kink. She put the mask on and flopped down on the bed.
“Fuck me, Tim.” The humming in her headphones swelled.
Tim paused. She wasn’t a lip reader, but she could make out Tim ask ‘you sure?’
“Yes, I’m sure. I’m having sex tonight, Tim. Now fuck me.”
Tim shrugged as he dug through his nightstand. He fiddled with a plastic bottle then she felt cool lube on her crotch and she spread her legs.
He pressed his cock into her slit. Even with the lube, it wasn’t going in. He grimaced, then gave her a bashful smile. She bit her lip and nodded insistently. She put her hands on his lower back, and pulled him into her. He pushed again.
“Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod—fuuuuuck!” Rebecca squealed as the throbbing head of his cock split her. Yes. He was going to break her in half. Yes. She screamed as he pushed deep inside. Yes! In and out, her groaning matched his thrusts. She grabbed a pillow and covered her face. She felt him lift up her shirt and paw at her chest. She wished she had some titties for him to play with. She wished she were beautiful. She wished she were as beautiful as Bianca, the girl she sketched. She wished—
Rebecca climaxed.
She spasmed and choked and was blind. She thought she was having a stroke, then realized she was smothering herself with a pillow. In and out, her breathing came back as she got to the downslope of her orgasm. She saw Tim’s straining face and felt his giant dick as it hit bottom and filled her to the absolute limit.
She was so wet, she was worried Tim had cum in her. He hadn’t. He finished a second later all over her stomach. A sticky pool of splooge settled on her tight tummy. There was a silent moment when Tim stood over her, cock in hand, sweating. Top marks for Timmy. Good boy.
“Ugh, I needed that…” Rebecca sighed as she curled up in bed. She felt Tim’s jizz pour off her stomach onto his sheets. She felt him pull the comforter over her. Her headphones played the most wonderful sound in the world. She fell asleep and was the happiest she’d been in her whole life.
They slept all day like a couple of vampires. Rebecca woke up after sundown and felt drained. The sickly light of the computer monitors lit the room. Porn was still playing, silently. The same impossibly endowed blonde was getting worked like a bitch.
Tim had plugged her phone in. How thoughtful. She managed to grab her phone without moving his arm off her. She liked that he was cuddling her. She liked his smell.
She swiped The Clinic app open and put her headphones back in. A smooth sound and instant bliss flooded her. Time to make some money.
Do you like sushi?
Yes
Do you like sashimi?
Yes
Do you like hot pot?
Yes
Do you like Korean BBQ?
Yes
Yes, app, I am asian, Rebecca thought.
Do you like sex?
Rebecca paused. Sometimes? She liked sex if it was good. She had loved how Tim fucked her. She wasn’t that sexually experienced really. But last night had been great so…
Yes
Are you pretty?
No
“You don’t think you’re pretty?” Tim chuckled.
“Jesus!” Rebecca jumped. “You scared the shit out of me!”
“Sorry, sorry!” Tim apologized, “It’s not like I snuck up on you.” He kissed her neck and caressed her thigh. They sat in silence for a moment.
“So, you want sushi, sashimi, hot pot or Korean bbq?” Tim asked
“You fucking snoop!” Rebecca tried to groan but it was a laugh. Tim was cute. She shrugged his arm off her and sat up, then stretched all the way up to her tippy toes. She couldn’t help but compare her skinny body to the blonde bimbo getting fucked in 4K on the computer monitor. The girl’s rack was really stupidly big, like ‘can you even walk’ big, but she was absolutely gorgeous. She had the face of an angel.
“You really like this porn star, huh?”
“Oh, yeah. Um… yeah…” Tim looked at her like he was trying to say something.
“What?”
“That’s Willow. That’s my ex-girlfriend,” Tim looked down and scratched the back of his head.
Dinner was sushi and kbbq. Rebecca had spent the last two months living off ramen noodles and cigarettes. She devoured her food, right out of the takeout containers on the counter. Tim got some beer and sake out of the fridge. They barely talked. Rebecca flipped through her phone.
Are you close to your parents?
No
Do you value how others see you?
Yes
Do you think money is important?
Yes
Is money very important?
Yes
Rebecca crushed a beer and followed Tim outside to the balcony for a smoke. They sat in silence as Rebecca flipped through her phone, answering inane questions, smiling like a dope as happiness flooded her.
Do you like porn?
Yes
Rebecca paused and looked at Tim, who was staring off into the distance, burning cigarette dangling ash between his fingers.
“So, you dated a pornstar?” Rebecca asked.
“She isn’t really a pornstar. I mean, she wasn’t…” Tim said. “We were like, partners. We performed together. You know, we cammed together.”
“Oh, shit. So she went solo, huh?”
“Something like that. Look, I need to tell you something.” Tim tried to take a drag but looked startled when his cigarette collapsed into ash on his fingers. Rebecca giggled and gave him another. He took a while lighting it.
“What?” Rebeca asked.
“So last night, when you came in, I was like…”
“Jerking off to your ex?”
“I was streaming.”
Rebecca’s smile froze on her face. He had been what!? That meant that she had… She had been…
“That’s what I explained to you, but you said you wanted it! That’s why I put the mask on you! So no one would see your face!”
The mask! Now it made sense! Well that was nice of him, but honestly…
“What the fuck, Tim?!”
“I’m sorry, ok! And hey, we made a ton of cash.”
A ton of cash? We made a ton of cash.
We. We—made a ton of cash.
Is money very important to you?
Yes
“How much?” Rebecca asked. She couldn’t even pretend she didn’t care.
“Like, two grand. The subscribers really liked you. I’ve been losing subs since Willow left. Not a lot of guys want to watch me jerk off to my ex. What I’m saying is… you’re welcome back any time.”
Is money very important?
Yes
Rebecca didn’t say no. Not right away. A flush of happiness lifted her up. Rebecca liked that the viewers liked her and she liked cash. She needed cash.
“You could just wear the mask, that way it would be anonymous. I even have a name picked out—Becca Bianca. It’s alliterative, like a super hero. It’s easy to . Like Willow. She was ‘Willow Wonderland’ on cam. I’m Timmy Ten, cause I have a ten inch… you know.”
“I’m good,” Rebecca said. Even with a mask… Her dad would murder her. Or he’d have a heart attack and then her mom would murder her for killing her dad.
“You really don’t think you’re pretty?” Tim asked.
“I’m not,” Rebecca said, incredulous.
Suddenly she felt righteously angry. This fucking white boy, with his big dick and his bimbo posters and porn star ex had no idea what it was like to be her! She was always out of place and overlooked. She didn’t belong anywhere! She was an ugly loser.
“Tim,” she seethed, “The whole world has made it very clear to me that I’m not pretty. Do you think I’m hot? Be honest? Am I hot like Willow Wonderland, your superslut ex?”
Tim didn’t say anything. Dude! Couldn’t he just lie to her? Couldn’t he say she was pretty enough or good enough? Fine! She was going to make him feel bad. She was going to tell him something that would make him feel so guilty…
“You know Bianca, the girl I draw?”
“Yeah”
“That’s me. In my dreams, Bianca is me. That’s how I wish I looked. Ever since I was little I hoped I would grow up and be beautiful and someone would love me, but I’m fucking ugly and I’m dumb. I can’t do fucking math, I can’t bio, I can’t pay rent, I can’t tell my parents I dropped out. So, I draw Bianca and imagine I’m her and I’m having a wonderful life.”
Tim stared at her sadly. She’d sure showed him! She’d showed him more than she’d ever shown anyone. She suddenly felt really vulnerable. She wished she could take it back.
“You could look like that if you wanted.”
“Don’t be an asshole, dude.”
“You could look like Bianca. You could be Bianca.” Tim said it quietly. A chill ran down her spine. What was he talking about?
“That’s not funny, Tim”
“Willow didn’t always look like Willow, you know,” Tim said. He tossed her his phone. It was an album of ‘before and after’ photos. A plain brunette girl with bad teeth smiled at the camera. She was a little bit chubby. The next photo she looked a little different. Her teeth were straight. Then her nose was a perfect little nordic ski jump. Little by little, Willow became the blonde goddess Rebecca had seen getting fucked in 4K.
“No fucking way”
“Yeah,” Tim said, grabbing his phone back. “It cost a fortune though, so keep working the app.”
Rebecca put her headphones in and spent four straight hours on the balcony answering The Clinic’s questionnaire. She smoked a whole pack of parliaments, while she feverishly tapped Yes and No.
Do you like hiking?
Yes
Do you ever wish you were someone else
Yes
By 3:00 am it was asking her if she was going to have sex tonight. She tried to answer No but her body rejected it. A hopelessness crushed her until she answered Yes again and again and again.
She opened Tim’s door. The smell hit her. The thick smell of musk and sex. She swallowed. Tim sat in his chair, stroking his monster cock. This time he didn’t look startled. He just smiled at her and nodded toward the surgical mask hanging on the doorknob. She put it on. She kept her headphones in—they played a delicious sound.
“Hey everyone in the chat! My girl Becca Bianca is back!”
Becca Bianca. That was a good name. Rebecc— no, Becca Bianca waved to the camera.
“Ok, what do you want to see me and Becca do tonight?”
There were a few options based on how much everyone donated. ‘Mask Off’ was at the top for $100,000. ‘Anal’ was $80,000. She wouldn’t do anal! No fucking way. Well… maybe for 80 grand she would. Fine. But it would never happen. Tim’s cock was way too big to fit up her ass.
Donations started to trickle in. ‘Hand Job’ was at $100. They hit that in about ten minutes. She lubed him up and stroked his big cock with both hands. It was easily the size of her forearm. It was actually mesmerizing to touch. Soothing. Grounding. Tim leaned back and groaned.
‘Becca Bianca Naked’ was for $500 and they hit that next. She felt really embarrassed as she stripped off her clothes. She didn’t know what to do so she stood awkwardly with her hands at her side, then ed her phone. She answered some questions in The Clinic app, but couldn’t help peeking at the chat.
Some of the comments were not that nice.
“Buy your bitch some tits”
“3/10”
“She better have a pretty face cause she’s a butterbody”
Rebecca sniffled and dabbed at her eye. This was totally harsh. She didn’t sign up to be humiliated. She was about to storm out, but Tim closed the chat and pulled her onto his lap. She started stroking his cock again. That gave her something to do with her left hand. With her right hand, she worked on her questionnaire.
Do you have a graduate degree?
No
Do you like sex?
Yes
“Everybody, be nice! Becca is new, let’s not scare her off.”
Tim reopened the chat and people were being way more nice. They hit the next milestone at $1000—‘Shave Becca Bianca’s Pussy.’ Rebecca balked at the idea. When Tim pressed her, she dissociated into her phone.
Is money important to you?
Yes
Do you follow through on your commitments?
No
Should you follow through on your commitments?
Yes
Fine. She’d make some money and do the stupid pussy shaving.
Tim led her into the bathroom. There was a whole camera setup in there. Rebecca watched as Tim filled the bathtub with hot water. Her headphones made her head feel like soft butter. Tim buzzed her pubes with trimmer, which hit a resonant frequency with the sound the app was playing that made her feel so amazing. She could see the chat going wild on the laptop he’d placed on the sink. She just stood there like a statue letting it happen, answering question after question on her phone.
Do you like plastic water bottles?
No
Do you like cucumbers?
Yes
The hot water and suds were glorious. Then she sat on the edge of the tub while he shaved her mound with a razor. It was weirdly intimate. He was so, so careful. She giggled and he laughed. He set up a towel on the floor and she got on her hands and knees. Tim slowly, meticulously shaved her pussy lips.
Do you like having your pussy touched?
Yes
“Damn girl, you’ve got a meaty pussy. I should buy you a labiaplasty.”
“Huh?” Rebecca asked, dazed.
“The doc tidies up your snatch. You’ll have a barbie pussy.”
She was going to say something but a sharp sound in her headphones stopped her. Then the chat went berserk. She could see heart and dollar emojis floating up the screen.
“Oh nice! The people have spoken, Becca. That’s $2,000. Time to get fucked.”
She hung her head and moaned through her mask. She stared at her phone on the tile floor.
Are you having sex tonight?
Yes
Becca flexed her hips, presenting like a good girl. Tim lubed her cunt, as the soothing sounds from the headphones pulsed in her head. When she looked up, a camera was right in her face.
What the hell was happening again?
She looked at her phone. It swirled in color and asked her another question.
Are you going to have sex tonight?
Yes
Tim’s cock jammed into her tiny pussy and Becca Bianca howled.
Do you like huge cocks?
Yes
Are you a lucky girl?
Yes
Darkness at first. Then pain. Becca wanted to scream, but she was too weak. Her face felt like it had been worked over with a jackhammer.
She heard voices, shreds of a conversation.
“…Just booting up… minute…”
“It’s older… effective, but…”
“…got a reading…”
Sheer agony left little room to think. She could recognize the voices of Dr. Chapel and his nurse. She must be in the operating room still.
After weeks of working The Clinic app and streaming with Tim every night, Becca had enough for the down payment on her facial surgery. Well almost enough. Almost half enough. Tim spotted her the rest. He had been so awesome to her. As a duo, they were kind of rock and roll, honestly. Timmy Ten and Becca Bianca! They put on shows at night, slept all day, did lots of drugs. Tim was the thick bass to her wailing lead guitar.
She wished Tim were here to help her out of this blind, paralyzed hell she was in.
It would all be worth it. Her ugly old face would be replaced by Bianca, her perfect vision of herself. Her true self, born out of her mind’s eye.
Rebecca was getting her dream face. Her Bianca face.
“Green, green. That’s normal… send her a…”
A question popped into Becca’s mind.
Are you Rebecca Kim?
It hung in the darkness. It didn’t seem to have any substance or shape. But it was there. She couldn’t tap at it; she was formless. She’d just have to think the answer like she meant it.
Yes
Her mind sagged into despair. The pain in her face doubled. She couldn’t breathe. She was going to die!
Are you Rebecca Kim?
No
Sweet relief.
Are you Becca Bianca?
Yes
Are you Becca Bianca?
Yes
A comfy feeling hugged her and she could breathe again. A heart rate monitor steadily toned. Fingers on a keyboard. She had just enough strength to moan—
“Ok, it’s working. Shut it down.”
Darkness.
No more pain. No more questions. Nothing at all.
There was a white light. Two white lights. Headlights.
She was in a wheelchair in a parking garage.
“It’s all internal now” someone was saying, “She should use her phone at first, just as she psychologically transitions, but she doesn’t need to. The system will generate everything automatically—“
Then dreamless darkness.
Then she was in an elevator. It was their floor at the top of their empty building. Hers and Tim’s. She was home. She moaned. Her face itched and ached.
“You’re okay, Becca. I’ve got you home,” Tim said.
Becca whimpered and reached for her face.
“No, no, don’t do that. I’m giving you a shot for the pain.”
She woke up in her bed. Her sheets were clean. Her suitcases were still in the same place, but the room was spotless. When she tried to stand, it was like she had never done it before.
“Easy, easy,” Tim was next to her suddenly, steadying her. “You’re really weak.”
He walked her to the bathroom and she peed forever. Her crotch was really tender and wiping made her wince.
“Your cooch should be fine in a day. Your face is going to take about 72 hours,” Tim reassured her.
Her face was completely bandaged. She looked at herself with dull anticipation. Who was this person? Was Bianca under there? Becca Bianca?
Are you excited for your new face?
A question floated in her head again. She’d used the app so much it must have driven her crazy. She was generating her own inane questions.
Are you excited for your new face?
Yes
Becca curled up on the couch. She took out her phone and opened The Clinic app. It had a swirling pink announcement.
UPDATE: New Wireless Version! Headphone Free!
Great. She couldn’t put on headphones because her head was wrapped like a mummy.
Have you visited Portugal?
No
Have you visited Spain?
No
Becca realized the reassuring hum of the app was playing. It seemed like it was in her head, but it must have been coming from her phone.
Tim lit a cigarette and gently fed the filter end into the mouth slit of her bandages.
Do you want to make Tim happy?
Yes
Do you want to make Tim happy?
Yes
Does Tim make you feel safe?
Yes
He took out a hypodermic needle and gave her a shot. She drifted into her phone, answering endless questions, and sank into the couch cushions.
If she moved over the course of three days, she didn’t .
She didn’t anything until the third night.
Tim shook her gently when the sun was down. She was up at night with Tim, her pale, nocturnal fuckbuddy. This was her safe space. She wanted to make him happy. He’d done so much for her.
She could walk on her own now, but he held her arm anyway and led her into the bathroom. He had one of her sketches of Bianca taped to the mirror. She looked at it, crossed her fingers and made a wish—please be me! When he started peeling off her bandages she began shaking. She closed her eyes, she couldn’t withstand the reveal in stages.
“Oh my god,” Tim whispered.
Becca opened her eyes. Her reflection took her breath away. She looked identical to the face in the sketch. Her face. Her Bianca!
She was gorgeous! It was everything she ever dreamed of. She screamed happily and kissed Tim, then went back to the mirror for a close inspection.
The mirror showed her big, dark eyes. She had double-eyelids now. A graceful nose was impeccably set above her tastefully full lips. Her neat chin and delicately angular jaw, were balanced by sculpted cheeks. Everything was perfectly symmetrical.
Do you like your new face?
The question hung in front of her. She loved her new face. She fucking loved her beautiful face!
Yes
Are you going to show off your new face?
Yes
Are you going to have sex tonight?
Jesus Christ! Hang on a damn second! Becca was still looking herself over. She wanted to stare at herself for hours and hours-
Are you having sex tonight?
No
Becca’s mood crashed suddenly. It felt like she’d had her favorite toy stolen away just as she was getting to enjoy it. A harsh noise sounded in her ears, and her right eye twitched closed. What the fuck was wrong with her!?
Are you going to have sex tonight?
Yes
The soothing sound returned in her head. She hadn’t noticed it until it was gone. She managed to look away from her own face and saw Tim staring at her with a stupid grin. Well, if she was having sex tonight, it was gonna be with good ol’ Timmy Ten or nobody. And she was having sex tonight. Yes. She was having sex.
“So, Tim, you wanna fuck?” Becca asked, batting her long lashes.
“Totally. Let me set up the camera and log on.”
Log on? C’mon dude! She had a perfect face and his first instinct was to blow a load on it for their viewers?
Are you going to have sex tonight?
Yes
Fine! FINE! Jesus, her head was messed up. The app had given her OCD or something. Maybe getting fucked would help clear out the cobwebs, even if it was livestreamed.
Is money very important to you?
Yes
That was a solid point. Camming with Tim meant some cold cash and that was something Becca Bianca needed.
Tim set the price for her taking her mask off to $10,000. She protested—her privacy, her parents—but he pointed out that no one would recognize her. That was true. They hadn’t ever hit $10k before anyway. Also true. The questions in her head kinda bullied her into accepting that logic.
“Welcome back, chat! Timmy Ten here to unveil the new and improved—drumroll please—Becca Bianca!”
Becca walked in wearing her surgical mask and nothing else.
The first thing Tim showed off was her new pussy. She got her first good look at it on the computer monitor. It was really fucking cute. Just a couple fat lips pressed together. The chat loved it. The chat loved it even more when they hit $5,000 in donations, he lubed her up and slipped his cock into her.
She made an inhuman sound and nearly collapsed. His cock just kept sliding in deeper and deeper. He buried his cock to the hilt.
“We modified her snatch a bit, not just aesthetically. Becca can accommodate my ten-incher now, and she’s a little more sensitive,” Tim said, sounding proud.
Modified her? What the hell, Tim!? In between the mind-shattering pleasure of every thrust, Becca managed a few indignant thoughts. What the actual fuck had he done to her!? This was so fucked up! But waves of pleasure overwhelmed her. And then the questions started.
Do you like your new pussy?
Yes
Do you like your new pussy?
Yes
Over and over her mind ran through the same question. She liked her new pussy. She loved her new pussy. Yes. Yes. Yes.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Becca shrieked as Tim slammed his massive cock in her.
“We did some permanent hair removal as well. And we bleached her asshole,” Tim mentioned nonchalantly.
On the monitor, Becca could see her bald pussy gripping Tim’s veiny cock as it furiously slapped into her. Tim zoomed in.
“Yes, yes, yes! Oh god, yes!” Becca moaned.
“But the real treat is her face. If we hit $10k, you all get to see the prettiest China Doll west of Hong Kong.”
I’m Korean you fucking retard. But another thrust into her pussy destroyed her ability to think anything but yes yes yes. She glanced up and emoji’s were pouring out of the chat box. The dinging of donations became a steady tone.
“Holy shit! That’s $10,000, Becca! Let’s show you off!”
Tim jerked her up and bent her over his desk, face forward into his monitor and the main webcam.
He ripped her mask off and started fucking her again.
There she was, the most beautiful girl she’d ever seen. Her exquisite face was wincing, grimacing, and drooling.
Do you like how you look?
Yes
Questions flooded her mind. She tried to close them out, but they kept coming.
Do you like how you look?
Yes
She loved how she looked! Yes, yes, yes!
The chat was going crazy with dings and cha-chings. The comments were very ive.
“Beautiful Becca!”
“So so so beauty!”
“Best face in the game”
“That’s the hottest slut I’ve ever seen”
“She needs a pair of tits…”
“I love you Becca Bianca!”
Becca and Tim came at the same time. His cum oozed down her legs. Then Tim turned off the stream and they collapsed in bed.
Becca woke up some time later. The room was lit by the computer monitors.
He had porn playing again. Willow, his massively busty ex was on screen, getting railed silently.
Do you like the way she looks?
Yes
Becca couldn’t lie to herself. Willow looked sexy as fuck with her cartoon proportions. She lit a cigarette and looked around the room. Tim’s walls were covered with posters. There was Faye from Cowboy Bebop in her low-cut shirt. Catwoman was on the wall, nearly busting out of her leather suit. Red Monika looked fiercely over her oversized chest.
Becca looked down at her own chest, flat as a board.
“Tim?”
“Hmm?”
“The chat tonight… someone said that I ‘need a pair of tits’”
“So?” Tim said, as he stirred and propped himself up.
“So, like… is this what you like?” Becca said, motioning to his wall of busty characters.
“Well, obviously that’s what I like. But, I mean… it’s not the only thing I like,” Tim said evasively.
“Do you want me to get a boob job?”
Tim was silent. The seconds ticked by.
“Look, Becca. I’m gonna tell you something personal okay. My dad is kind of a bully. I mean, he’s a real dickhead. He, uh, forced my mom to get a bunch of surgeries and it kind of fucked me up.”
“Oh, I’m… sorry?” Becca said.
“I want you to get a boob job... if you want to. Not because I want you to.” Tim said, big spooning her.
“But you want me to?”
“Well, yeah. If it makes you happy. And like, if you want to get some implants, I’ll pay for them, no question.”
Becca puffed her cigarette as intrusive thoughts swirled into her head.
Will new boobs make you happy?
I don’t know. I want to make Tim happy. If they make Tim happy, I guess they’d make me happy.
Will new boobs make you happy?
Yes
Drawing was soothing. When she wasn’t answering questions on her phone or camming, Becca was sketching. It seemed like she was answering questions all the time in her head.
Do you like sunny days?
No
Are you a Night Owl?
Yes
Do you like cannabis?
Yes
They would wake up as the sun was going down and Tim would load up his bong. They would get stoned and settle in. Becca would curl up next to Tim while he played video games and sketch herself gleefully, until she had to do her makeup for their nightly cam-show.
At first they were honest self-portraits. She was perfect now, there was no need for embellishment. But when she felt inspired to sketch herself naked, things changed.
Do you like your body?
Yes
Doom descended like a lead tide. She couldn’t even move her pencil. She didn’t like her body. She loathed it.
Do you like your body?
No
Liberty! She felt like she was soaring.
Becca began drawing herself with an increasingly ample bust. Nothing too outrageous. She wasn’t a complete lunatic. Eventually she was sketching herself with DD’s.
Their viewers were occasionally very critical of her. One person had commented that if he wanted to watch a dude ride a board, he’d go surfing. Tim had laughed. It really hurt Becca’s feelings.
One night, after a cam-show where they’d only made $100, Becca had woken up to see Willow Wonderland getting fucked silently on Tim’s monitors. Tim played his ex’s scenes like a nightlight. She was a skinny little thing, just like Becca, but Willow had a couple of flesh blimps on her chest. Her tits heaved hypnotically.
Is she beautiful?
Yes
Is she more beautiful than you?
Yes
“Timmy?” Becca whispered.
“Hmmm?”
“How big are Willow’s boobs?”
She heard a sharp intake of breath. She had his attention. Tim turned over and draped his arm over her shoulder. His cock hardened against her back. He kissed her neck.
“She got 5,000 cc silicone implants,” Tim grunted, “and some added body fat. Why?”
“That’s fucking crazy. Is that even… legal? Are you sure that’s how big they were?”
“Of course I’m sure. I paid for them.”
She felt his hard cock press at her pussy lips. She wiggled her tight butt into his hips. After an open-mouthed groan, he was in. He slowly fucked her, gently and lovingly. She covered her perfect mouth with her pillow to stifle her groaning. She stared at the buxom babes covering his wall.
Do you want to be on that wall?
Yes
Do you want to be on that wall?
Yes
Do you want bigger breasts?
Yes
Will you get bigger breasts?
Yes
“I want to get a boob job,” Becca said.
Tim was giddy. He actually paced around the room then gave her a big hug. He squeezed her tight. She was still trying to pay off her facial procedure, so he would foot the bill for her implants, of course.
“We’re going to Doctor Chapel again. He’s the best, but he’s insanely expensive,” Tim explained. He had a plan to offset the cost though. “It’s a gimmick, but I think you’ll like it.”
They spent the week posting and hyping up their viewers that they were doing something big for their Saturday night show. Becca wasn’t in on the secret—the viewers loved that.
On Saturday night, Becca lounged in her favorite Pink Floyd shirt and ripped an extra bongload while Tim jerked off before they started streaming. That was weird. He usually liked to be fresh. Whatever. She popped a couple of pills and packed another bowl.
Is two bigger than three?
No
Are you a dog person?
No
She heard Tim gasp in the bathroom as he finished jerking off. He walked in, cock waggling between his thighs. “Get naked,” Tim said.
Do you want to get naked?
Yes
Fine. She stripped off her Dark Side of the Moon tee and checked over her skin. No blemishes or anything. Her snatch was bald—Tim told her the hair was never growing back. She bent over in front of the camera and used the monitor to check her pussy and asshole for lint. She was spotless, as usual.
Tim slumped into his gaming chair, limp cock dangling off the seat. He pulled Becca into his lap and Tim opened the room…
Showtime!
“Whaddup, chat! It’s Timmy Ten and Becca Bianca!” Tim bellowed. Becca put on her best Disneyland smile. She loved looking at herself. She was so beautiful.
The chat was swarmed. They’d never had this many viewers. At least a hundred people. Then two hundred. It kept ticking up.
“We’re so excited to see you! We got big news. BIG news!” Tim said.
He paused for a second, relishing the moment.
“Oh my god, Timmy, just tell them!”
“Our very own Becca Bianca is… getting a boob job!” Tim said.
The chat erupted. Clouds of hearts floated up.
“Now, I’m paying for it, because I’m a generous guy.”
Is it good to be generous?
Yes
Is Tim generous?
Yes
Is Tim good?
Yes
“But I’m gonna need your help. I’m asking you to help me decide… just how BIG Becca is gonna be!”
What? What the fuck was he talking about? Becca maintained her strained smile, but her eyes looked panicked. They hadn’t talked about size or anything. Becca had imagined some Double D’s…
Can you sleep on airplanes?
No
Do you get car sick?
No
Random questions saturated her brain and she tried to clear them quickly enough to think.
Tim clicked his mouse. Bob Marley’s “Could you Be Loved” started playing.
A bike pump animation appeared.
“Here’s how it’s gonna work—For every $10,000 you donate, Becca gets 1000 cc’s of silicone. That’s 1000 cc’s each! But this is a race—you’re pumping up the silicone, while Becca’s pumping my cock. The moment Becca makes me blow a load, it’s over.”
“Tim, what are you—“ he didn’t let her finish.
“Go!” Tim shouted.
Donations poured in. Within 10 seconds they had $500. 50 cc’s already. 500 cc was the most Becca could imagine stuffing into her chest, and that would be $5,000. They almost never made that much money, so she would probably be fine… but what the actual fuck!? This was incredibly disrespectful!
Is blue your favorite color?
No
Do you play the trombone?
No!
Enough with the fucking questions! She wanted to strangle her brain. She squeezed her eyes closed as tight as she could, focusing—
“I’m not playing this stupid game, Tim!” Becca snarled at him.
Are you playing this game?
The question floated in her mind, oppressing her.
No
Fear flooded her. Becca felt alone, she imagined being thrown out on the street. Shunned by her family. Hopeless, tired, she thought she might barf…
Are you playing this game?
Yes
Are you playing this game?
Yes
Yes! Yes! Yes!
“You fucking asshole, Tim,” Becca said as she grabbed his soft cock and started stroking it. Son-of-a-bitch! He’d just jerked off! He was completely soft. She grabbed a bottle of lube and drowned his crotch in it.
The chat was blowing up.
“This is the best fucking thing ever”—$50
“The bigger the better”—$100
“Finally, buying the bitch some tits!”—$60
She straddled him, tight butt planted into his hips. Her pussy lips rested on the base of his shaft, as she frantically stroked him hard. It was like she was yanking her own giant cock. She was shiny with lube and slyly rubbed her clit against his shaft as she worked it. This was, like, a matter of survival, but she could still have some fun. She finally got him respectably hard and looked up at the chat -
The pump animation read $5,000.
No fucking way…
Do you want big titties?
Yes
Do you want to make Tim happy?
Yes
Do you want big titties?
Yes
500 Hundred cc’s was big enough! She rifled her little hands up and down Tim’s monster dick. She felt him relax and lose a little stiffness.
“Tim, what are you doing!?”
“I’m enjoying this, Becca,” Tim said, putting his hands behind his head.
“Fucking help me, you shithead!” Becca shrieked. She got down on her knees and jerked him off towards her face. “Come on my pretty, face. Pretty please, Timmy. Pretty please!”
The chat erupted. They loved her distress.
“you’re gonn be all tits slut!”—$130
“I love you Becca!”—$200
“looool”—$500
“Becca Bazongas. rofl”—$75
She heard a siren sound and looked over her shoulder. They hit $10,000 dollars. That meant 1,000 cc!? Fuck!
She scrambled up and started riding him cowgirl, faced away from the monitor. Maybe if she didn’t watch it would help her focus. His cock filled her and made her so happy. He was smiling up at her. She couldn’t stay mad at him, the doofus. She ruffled his blonde hair as she bounced her pussy on his mammoth dick. She was getting close to coming.
A siren sounded.
“That’s $20,000 chat! Keep it going! Every cent goes into Becca Bianca’s brand new boobies!” Tim laughed. She’d never seen him so happy.
Do you want to make Tim happy?
Yes
Becca strained as she orgasmed, sputtering in frustration as she lost precious seconds to involuntary spasms. She recovered and worked her little hips like an athlete. Tim slouched like a fucking noodle. She was gonna kill him!
Do you want to make Tim happy?
Yes
She spun herself around, reverse cowgirl and bracing her hands on the desk, dropping her hips onto his cock as fast as she could. The chat chimed relentlesly with donations.
$25,000
$27,000
“Please, Tim. Please finish, baby!” She shimmered with sweat and lube, dark hair hanging limp in her face. Tim’s fucking reggae playlist chugged along. She tried to hump to the beat, but it was too slow.
Siren!
$30,000
She heard him flick a lighter and rip a bongload as she furiously bounced on his hard dick. She was getting him close. He couldn’t last forever.
“I just love the tits-on-a-stick look, don’t you? In case you don’t know her stats, Becca Bianca is 5′8″ and she weighs 105 pounds. Wonder how much she’ll weigh after we stuff her chest?” Tim mused to the chat.
$35,000
$36,000
$37,000
Does 7x7=49
…Yes
Does 5x7=35?
…Yes
Does 9×9=89
…No?
“Goddamnit, brain, I’m bad at math!!” Becca screamed out loud.
“wat”—$69
“lol, this bitch is losing her mind”—$40
“let’s give her tits for brains” $600
Becca shrieked in despair. Tim finally stood up and grabbed her hips, taking her doggystyle. He’d finish soon. He’d—
Do you think Willow Wonderland is pretty?
Yes
Do you want boobs as big as Willow Wonderland?
No
Crushing depression. Becca felt worthless. She felt worse than worthless.
Do you want boobs as big as Willow Wonderland?
Yes
Yes. Yes. Yes. She could use titties that big. She needed them so Tim would put her on his wall and Tim would use her sexy videos as his nightlight. Becca screamed in frustration. She couldn’t believe what she was about to say—
“Slow down, baby. I can go bigger,” Becca groaned.
“What? For real?” Tim stammered.
“We can get to $50,000,” Becca mumbled wretchedly.
“You hear that chat!? Let’s get Becca to $50,000! That’s 5,000 cc’s—each! That’s what? Over 20 pounds of tits on this skinny bitch?”
Do you miss your family?
Yes
Do you like being a whore?
Yes
Do you need big titties?
Yes
Are you making lots of money?
Yes
Are your parents proud of you?
No
No? Maybe? I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know…
The siren blasted on $40,000 and Becca started to cry.
“You want me to stop, babe?” Tim panted. He didn’t stop pounding her pussy, but he sounded genuinely concerned. He was right on the edge of coming—
“I don’t know, I don’t know,” Becca sobbed.
The siren sounded.
“It’s what you deserve whore”—$10,000
$50,000! Some maniac had donated ten grand!
“Thankyouthankyouthankyou…” Becca whined, then Tim yanked her down and sprayed cum on her flat chest. Becca Bianca felt relieved because it was over. She smiled because next time he’d have something to cum on.
Dr. Chapel was so calming and gentle. He worked with a black pen, making little marks all over her naked body. She ired his big hands and deliberate movements.
Do you like big hands?
Yes
Do you like big cocks?
Yes
“Now, Becca. Just to make sure you understand,” Dr. Chapel said, “we’re going with a pair of 5000cc custom silicone implants. They were made just for you. We’re also adding some fat and skin to help accommodate and shape them. You’ll also be getting something called a bio-bra which will help your new breasts.”
“Um, ok!” Becca said. Pointless questions swarmed her brain. She couldn’t close them fast enough. She was glad she didn’t become a doctor, even though it’s what her parents wanted. It seemed complicated!
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Dr. Chapel asked.
Do you like fried chicken?
Yes
Do you like rock music?
Yes
Becca was nodding yes yes yes.
“Yes, Dr. Chapel.”
“Wake up, babe. It’s 8pm.”
Becca didn’t want to get up. She was having the nicest dream. She pouted and threw the covers over her head.
“I got some blow,” Tim teased her. “But you gotta get up.”
Do you want cocaine?
Yes
“Ugh, fine.”
Becca struggled to sit up. Becca’s boobs made getting up so fucking hard. She swung herself off the bed, stretched, and nearly tipped over.
Do you like Christmas?
Yes
Do you play blackjack?
No
Don’t fucking start with me, brain. Just give me a fucking second.
She struggled into a tee shirt and brushed her teeth. Her tits were so big the squiggly smile of the Nirvana logo was stretched into a straight line, which made her giggle. You had to have a sense of humor after all.
She didn’t put pants on. Tim would want to use her.
The loft was finally decorated. Online shopping took up most of her free time. Persian rugs and plush couches and black curtains filled the cavernous space. A wall of vinyl records and CDs was her pride and joy. She started the turntable and “Everybody Wants to Rule the World” blasted out of their concert quality sound system.
Are you a rock chick?
Yes
Do you put on shows?
Yes
Do you sleep all day and party all night?
Yes
Breakfast was two shots of whiskey in a splash of black coffee and a bite of white toast. She lit her first Parliament of the day. She leaned on the kitchen counter, resting her enormous rack on the cold stone, and managed to snort a line of coke before she felt Tim’s hands on her hips and his dick press against her pussy lips. He waited for permission to enter, like a real gentleman. Or a vampire.
“You can fuck me, baby.”
Tim made it nice and sensual. He kissed her neck and grabbed handfuls of her jugs. He squeezed hard. He liked to feel the implants. She wasn’t guessing that, he told her. They were soft, but springy, and kept her boobies perky. He thrust into her slowly and she moaned. God, she loved his giant cock, but she made him stop for a second so she could snort another line.
Do you like your big titties?
Yes
She came pretty fast, then he nutted in her, which meant she had to go back to the bathroom and push the splooge out of herself. Whatever, she needed to do her makeup and get ready. They’d start camming pretty soon.
Do you want to go out today?
No
Do you want to leave the loft?
No
That question kept popping up. She’d tried to answer ‘Yes’ but it made her feel fucking suicidal, so she gave up. She hadn’t left the loft since she got her boobs done. She lit a t and smoked it while she put on some eyeliner.
She stripped her shirt off. Mirror, mirror on the wall, whose rack empties the most balls? Mine, Becca thought.
Her tits were just magnificent. They weighed close to 30 pounds total and absolutely murdered her back, but they were full and wide and perky. Her dark nipples were slightly upturned and seemed small now, which was a delightful reversal.
Do you like knowing that men masturbate to you?
Yes
Do you have silicone breast implants?
Yes
Are you happy with them?
Yes
You ask that like 100 times a day. Becca always answered ‘Yes’ because it was true.
As much as Becca Bianca’s colossal boobs made life more difficult, they also made her life unbelievably easy. All she had to do was cam and men threw money at her. She could sit in a tee shirt and play video games and she made more money than a lawyer. She made $3,000 last week by watching Cowboy Bebop dressed as Faye Valentine. When she put on a show with Tim, she made even more.
Do you stay in touch with your family?
No
Becca got a sick feeling in her stomach. She didn’t know if she answered wrong, or if it was just hanging over her. Her dad had been calling her, probably about her graduation. They still had no idea she’d dropped out. She pushed the feeling down and bounced into Tim’s bedroom, which now was their ‘office.’
“Timmy Ten and Becca Bianca with you live. We’ve got a fun game today—‘Truth or Dare!’ We don’t know what truths and dares we’re looking at—our good friends at The Clinic made them up for us.” Tim was lounging in his gaming chair, smoking a t. Becca stretched out her lower back on the bed behind him.
There was a grid set up in the chat and people could pick “Truth” or “Dare.” There were dollar amounts attached to each, from $100 to $25,000. The higher the price, the spicier the question or action.
“Okay, we got any players today?” Tim asked.
$500 on “Truth” got purchased.
“Ok this is for Becca—What’s the grossest thing you’ve ever done?”
“Walk around in public with my old face,” Becca laughed.
The chat went wild. Tim snorted.
Becca lit a cig and eyed the board suspiciously. She suspected the $25,000 dare would be anal. They had actually managed to do it off camera once, but it hurt like a motherfucker. $100 Dares were like, nothing, like, ‘flash your tits.’
Do you like Truth or Dare?
Yes
Will you play by the rules
Yes
Will you play by the rules?
Yes
Fuck! Yes, yes, yes I said yes already! I’ll play by your stupid rules. Becca took an aggressive drag of her cigarette and stubbed it in the ashtray.
“Ok, we got a $10,000 truth for Timmy—uhhh. Huh…”
“What is it?” Becca asked, smiling.
“The question is—Do you love Becca Bianca?”
There was a pause. Tim looked at his fingernails.
“Tim? Do you love me?”
“Yes,” Tim said, voice quavering a little. “Yes, I do. I love you,” Tim said. He sounded so sad but Becca’s heart soared. She squealed and bounced over to his lap. They made out as their viewers applauded. He couldn’t help groping her giant titties, but that just made her giggle. She was living on a cloud. She was floating in a dream.
“Hey, we got a $25,000 Dare! This one is for Becca!”
Great. Here comes anal. She started looking for the lube…
“Oh man, umm... Jesus.”
Becca stared at him. What, Tim? He looked at her with real pity and shook his head.
“Dare for Becca—FaceTime your dad, naked, while Timmy fucks you.”
Will you play by the rules?
No
Becca’s mind collapsed. No, please no! She went blind. She was suffocating. Please, no! A surge of pain coursed through her—
Will you play by the rules?
The question loomed above her like a mountain. She couldn’t escape it.
Yes
Becca felt around for her phone. Her hands trembled. The pings from the chat were overwhelming.
“How do you want to do this?” Tim mumbled.
“I’ll call him and… we can improvise?” Becca said.
She sat on the bed naked and held her phone close to her face.
Becca called her dad.
He picked up on the third ring. The bald man in glasses looked at her blankly.
“Who are you?” he asked.
“Hi, daddy. It’s Becca— it’s Rebecca.”
“You’re not Rebecca,” her dad laughed.
“No daddy, it’s me. I just look different. I got a lot of surgery done,” she smiled hopefully.
Silent disbelief from her father as he looked at her. She’d just have to prove it.
“We had an orange tree in our backyard until a storm blew it over. We can’t get a dog because you’re allergic. I broke a tooth in 5th grade—“
“What the hell did you do to yourself!? Did you miss class for surgery?!”
Do you have silicone breast implants?
Yes
Is money important to you?
Yes
Are you proud of yourself?
Yes
“No! No, dad… I dropped out. I don’t go to college now,” she whined. The look on her father’s face changed from disbelief to fury.
“You dropped out!? How… How do you pay for your life?”
Do you like sex?
Yes
Do you like sucking cock?
Yes
“Well, I’m a… camgirl,” she felt so pathetic saying it. She looked at Tim to comfort herself. He smiled and gave her a thumbs up. If she jammed his cock in her mouth she’d feel so safe and complete.
“A cam-what?”
“I do… I do porn, daddy!” Becca screamed at him.
“You’re a whore?” her father sounded hollow. Why did he make it sound like a bad thing?
Are you a whore?
Yes
Are you a slut?
Yes
Do you have silicone breast implants?
Yes
Do you like them?
Yes
Is money important to your parents?
Yes
“Daddy, you’d be so proud. I make tons of money!” She pleaded. He understood money. It was all her parents ever talked about.
Are you going to show your father your body?
She couldn’t, she couldn’t, she couldn’t—
No
Strangulation. Pain. She couldn’t see—
Are you going to show your father your body?
Yes
Are you loved?
Yes
Are you loved?
Yes
Are you going to show your father your body?
Yes
“I’ve got someone who loves me, daddy. He s me. He’s rich and pays for things. He bought me my new boobies.” She pulled her phone back, showing off her breasts. Her mammoth titties rose and fell, her little ribcage fluttering as she took nervous sips of air.
Her father made a choking sound. Then he started laughing at her.
Is your family proud of you?
No
Are you loved?
Yes
Are you happy?
Yes
“Is it funny that I’m happy!?” she yelled. “Is it funny that someone loves me!?” She grabbed Tim’s cock and dragged his crotch into frame. She started sucking him and groaned like the whore that she was, holding her phone up like she was taking a selfie to capture it all.
“I’m hanging up, Rebecca.”
Are you going to let your father mock you?
No
Are you going to show him how talented you are?
Yes
Are you going to let your father mock you?
No
“NO! If you hang up, daddy, you’ll be sorry!” She hissed ominously. “I’ll… I’ll send my videos to our whole family! I’ll send my videos to your church! I’ll send my videos to your fucking golf buddies!” Becca shrieked hysterically. “You’re going to watch me get fucked by my boyfriend, and you’re going to see how loved and talented and special I am!” Becca was nearly incoherent as she leaned back on the bed and spread her legs.
Tim awkwardly mounted her, holding her phone to capture everything. He slid into her pussy and started pounding her.
“See that, sir, she’s ready to go. Becca’s a total pro, Mr. Kim,” Tim said. Stop trying to reassure him, Tim! Just fuck me like the whore you made me into!
Her tits jiggled violently. She moaned and arched her back, wrapping her skinny arms around her overstuffed chest.
“I know this is weird Mr. Kim, sir, but don’t worry, I’m taking excellent care of your daughter,” Tim grunted. “I mean, just look at those titties,” Tim grabbed one of her boobs and squeezed it hard “those are the best jugs money can buy.”
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” Becca screamed.
Tim flipped her over and she rested on her chest. Tim slapped her ass with a sharp thwack. She yelped and flared out her hips.
“Fuck me. Fuck Becca Bianca!”
“She’s so petite, isn’t she, sir?” Tim narrated, as he entered her from behind. “She’s got such a cute little butt. It’s a great contrast against her rack,” Tim picked up the pace, thrusting deep into her cunt. Her brain flooded with trivial questions. She couldn’t keep up. She couldn’t think. She tried to close them out, but they kept on popping in. She tried to focus on Tim’s dick, which was threatening to knock the wind out of her.
“Becca’s pussy is so tight, sir” Tim panted. “Look at that grip.” Tim thrust all the way in and paused for dramatic effect. She arched her back and yelped. “That’s ten inches of hard cock, sir, and your daughter can take it all. You should be proud.”
Becca wailed. Becca was so close. So close. So close—
“Your daughter is a world-class slut, Mr. Kim. I really love her.”
That’s what got her there—Tim loved her. Becca orgasmed, squirting pussy juice like a garden hose. Tim wasn’t done yet. She knew what he wanted. She pressed her tits together and waited for him to fuck her jugs. She didn’t have to wait long.
“I wish I could do this all day, sir. But I never last that long,” Tim moaned as he titfucked her. He unloaded on her face. She greedily wiped it all into her mouth and swallowed.
Are you happy?
Yes
Is your father ashamed of you?
Yes
Does that make you happy?
Yes
She took her phone back. Tears streamed down her father’s enraged face.
“Rebecca…” he growled
Becca smirked.
“It’s Becca Bianca now, daddy. If you ever need to jerk off, look me up.”
Then she hung up.
The number of heart emojis floating from the chat turned the right side of the computer screen red. An extra $20,000 in donations had flooded in.
“Well, chat, don’t think we’re gonna top that tonight.” Tim turned off the livestream and held her close. He said he loved her. She went to sleep and dreamed wonderful things. Everything was perfect.
“Don’t tell me you fell in love with a doll again!”
“I just, like, thought I could maybe keep this one,” Tim mumbled. His dad was such a prick. Tim never lived up to anything his dad wanted him to do. Even when he succeeded he’d done something wrong.
“Jesus Christ, son. How simple are you? She’s a fuckdoll!”
“Me and Becca just like… really hit it off and… like we were getting a lot of subscribers on our stream!”
“Tim, please don’t tell me you thought all that was real? You know The Clinic is providing those viewers, right?”
“Yeah, The Clinic provided them but they’re real subscribers!”
“You need me to tell you the truth about Santa Claus next?”
Tim’s dad rubbed his eyes and sighed. He walked to the wet bar in his bedroom and poured two glasses of bourbon. He put a firm, reassuring hand on Tim’s shoulder.
“Siddown, boy.”
Tim slouched in an Eames chair and dug his feet into the shag carpet. His parents’ house was like a desert disco. There were mirrors everywhere. Tim saw his pasty reflection, blonde hair hanging down in his bloodshot eyes. He looked miserable.
“Look, buddy, you did good,” his dad smiled.
“Oh yeah?” Tim said sarcastically.
“Now, I thought letting you bird-dog some fuckdolls would get you to grow up. I got you your own place to live and I gave you an income. And then I thought buying you a great big cock would make you more of a man. But I was wrong.”
Tim pouted and drained his glass.
“Timmy, help mommy,” his mom said from over on the bed.
“Sweetheart, we’re having a father-son moment,” his dad shushed her.
“I am a man, dad,” Tim mumbled.
“Of course you are. You know why? Cause you’re getting your heart broke. Being a man ain’t all big dicks and bank s, son. You need to break that heart of yours until there’s nothing left that can make you weak. You understand?”
“Timmy, help mommy!”
“Gawd, mom! Shut up!” Tim snapped.
“Hold on, son,” his dad patted his shoulder.
His dad stood up and dropped his silk robe. He was a little soft around the middle and his chest hair had gone white. His cock was every bit as big as his son’s ten-incher.
His dad walked over to a blonde woman, who looked to be in her early thirties. She was on her hands and knees.
She had to be on all fours. She had breasts so big she couldn’t stand.
“Ok, doll, suck me off,” his dad grunted.
Tim’s mom got to work. He knew his dad had her tricked out for blowjobs—no gag reaction, expanded throat, flexible jaw—she was the best.
“Son, look, I’ve pushed mom to the limit. I de-aged her, I got nearly 20,000 cc’s of silicone in each of her titties, she’s been programmed to hell and back… but if you can get me a couple more girls, we’ll let mom retire.”
Tim made himself another drink.
“I’m counting on you to bring in some new variety for your father, and you’ve done a hell of a job. And there’s a career in this too. Some of the people in The Clinic have been very impressed. They think you’ve got potential. They called you ‘authentic.’”
Tim’s dad grabbed the back of his mom’s head and jammed his cock down her throat. He finished with a grunt and slid himself out of his mom’s face. Cum poured out of his mom’s throat and onto her kiddiepool-sized rack.
“But I have a heart, son. Until you lock in your next assignment, come out on the weekends. You can use Becca Bianca and Willow Wonderland all you want.”
“Can I go see them?”
“Go ahead, kiddo. Have a threeway, you deserve it. Then go home and move on to the next one.”
He found Becca and Willow fucking the same dildo in his old bedroom. They both squealed when they saw him. They were almost nonverbal.
When Dr. Chapel microchipped Becca, he explained that the technology was already outdated. It was just a brute force system that overwhelmed parts of the pre-frontal cortex and triggered responses in the amygdala. At low levels, it worked like intense peer pressure. If you cranked it up enough, it basically functioned like a temporary lobotomy. Dr. Chapel called it the “Questionnaire Dungeon”—the doll was still present, but spent all her mental capacity keeping up with incoming stimuli.
“It’s like trying to use an internet browser with a thousand pop-up windows a second,” Dr. Chapel had told him
Becca had been so nervous to meet his parents. The whole drive out into the desert she’d been pumping him up and ing him. She thought he was depressed because he hated his dad, which was actually partially true. When they got to the house, he told her that he loved her. She gave him an incredible blowjob in the driveway.
“This must be your new girlfriend with the huge tits,” his dad had greeted them. His dad’s robe was open and his big cock was hanging out. Becca was pretty much unfazable at this point, but it took her a second to recover.
“I see Tim takes after his father,” Becca had laughed awkwardly.
“And you take after his mama,” his dad chuckled, “Let me introduce you.”
When Becca saw his mom she gasped in horror. His mother groaned, confused eyes pleading, as she tried to stand. But she was stranded in place by her gargantuan jugs. Becca didn’t say anything until she held Tim’s hand and whispered, “Tim, is that...”
His dad punched a remote and Becca’s eyes dilated.
“Do you hear that sound…” That was the last thing Becca said to him before he eyes went dead.
That was less than an hour ago. He missed Becca already.
His dad didn’t understand what Tim had accomplished. He’d taken Rebecca Kim, who was a sour poser, and turned her into Becca Bianca, who was a wild, sexy, reckless rockstar. Wilma Smith had been a friendless bookworm, but Willow Wonderland was an effervescent maven of fantasy.
His dad didn’t care. His dad just wanted another piece of furniture to stick his dick in. Like his mom. A trophy. A pair of tits with a blood supply. Becca and Willow had style and taste and vitality! His dad stripped them naked and put them in stripper heels.
It broke his heart.
But he got to use their bodies at least.
After he fucked Becca and Willow for a few hours, he felt a little better. He’d still get to see them and make sure they were okay. He decided to grab Becca’s Nirvana tee as a memento. At the bottom of Becca’s suitcase he found a piece of drawing paper.
It was a portrait she had made of herself, post-surgery. She leaned forward, hands pressing her giant boobs together. She had written a caption at the bottom—“Love you forever, Becca Bianca.”
When Tim got home, he pinned it to his wall.
He went out later that night to scout out a couple of names The Clinic had given him.