Big Hard Girls

by Nikki Crescent

  His dangling cock was ruining the illusion. He solved it by slipping a pair of pink panties up, beneath the slip’s skirt. The panties were light and flimsy, but they managed to hold his pecker and balls in place. He did a little shimmy, watching his skirt dance from side to side. The soft satin actually felt kind of nice, teasing his skin. But his heart just wouldn’t stop pounding ferociously against his ribcage.

  What did all of this mean? Why was he still standing there, wearing that little costume? Why wasn’t he taking it off? Why wasn’t he ripping that wig off and feeling ashamed of himself? Why was he suddenly feeling the urge to try on more of Susie’s little outfits?

  He went over to his room, to check Susie’s live stream. She was still going, still shaking her tush for her many fans, still getting tips every few seconds as if she was actually doing something worth money.

  So Charlie knew he had time. He ran over to her bedroom and he started trying on different outfits: taking different things out from her many lingerie drawers and then putting them on his body. It was strangely fun—maybe because it was so exciting and wrong. He figured it would lose its novelty quickly, but as time went by, he was only feeling more excited and his heart was starting to pound even harder.

  He found himself looking through Susie’s toy drawer. He found a big, long vibrator that smelled like her sweet pussy. He turned it on, set it to its maximum setting, and then he held it up to the bulge in his panties. He rubbed it up and down while standing in front of the mirror. He had a big, red-cheeked smirk on his face. He was breathing heavily, biting the corner of his bottom lip. His cock was rock-hard in a matter of seconds, and it was tingling and bloating in a matter of minutes. Why was this so much fun? Why did it feel so good?

  He ended up coming, filling up those pink panties with his white goo. His legs trembled and his knees buckled as he let out a long, glorious sigh of relief. He came so much that his load started to pour out the sides of his panties, trickling down his leg towards Susie’s bedroom floor. He took a long, deep breath, and then reality caught up to him.

  He realized how crazy it all was. Not only was he now late for work, he was standing in his roommates bedroom, in her lingerie, with his legs shaved, and cum running down his legs. He got himself cleaned up quickly, and then he got her room cleaned up to the best of his memory. Then he went to work and got an earful from his boss. “An hour late—a whole hour?” his boss said. “You’re lucky I don’t fire you.”

  And Charlie found himself wondering if Susie ever had to deal with angry bosses. She was making fifty times more money than him and she got to work on her own schedule. Maybe it was time for Charlie to give the web cam thing a try, as ridiculous as it seemed.

  CHAPTER IV

  It seemed like a stroke of fate when Susie came home that night and mentioned to Charlie, “I’m going to be going out of town for a couple of weeks,” before going to her bedroom.

  “Where to? And when do you leave?” Charlie asked quickly. It was the most personal he’d ever gotten with her.

  She smiled. “Just to visit some friends, in Europe,” she said casually, as if going to Europe wasn’t that big of a deal. “I booked a flight for the morning. So if I don’t see you, goodbye!” She went into her room and closed the door. Charlie took a deep breath. The timing was just too good to be true. She was giving him free reign of the house and free reign of whatever she left behind in that room full of lingerie and sex toys.

  Charlie had so much to do if he was really going to go through with his ludicrous plan. He still had to set up his room so that no one would recognize anything. He had to get an account set up on one of the web cam websites. He needed to figure out how he was going to keep his face out of the shots, and he needed to figure out what the hell was wrong with him.

  He didn’t actually think that he could fool men around the world into giving him money, just for sitting in front of a camera, did he? How was he going to keep his bulge hidden? How was he going to flirt with his audience without opening his mouth? Would he just blow kisses at the camera and hope that typing on his keyboard would be enough? What did he have to lose?

  He spent that night getting his room tidy and ready. He needed to make his room look girly, though he didn’t have any girly things—though he did have a white sheet that had turned pink in a failed load of laundry, so he tacked it to the wall behind his bed, covering his posters, in the off-chance his friend stumbled onto his stream—though it wasn’t such an off-chance, was it?

  He knew he could nab a few things from Susie’s room once she left. She had a whole bunch of stuffed animals and girly things. He grabbed the fake flowers from the kitchen table and got them situated on his nightstand. Then he got his old webcam set up on his dressed, facing his bed. He got it running on his computer, framing it up so he couldn’t see his own face, so that he would have one less thing to figure out in the morning. He was already planning on calling in sick from work.

  He didn’t get a lot of sleep that night, tossing and turning constantly, excited and terrified at the same time. He kept talking himself out of his nonsense idea, and then he would toss and turn some more and find himself amped up for his first web cam show. He still had no idea what he was actually going to do if some poor soul really did tune into his stream.

  It was around 4:00 AM when he heard Susie leave for the airport, dragging her heavy suitcase down the hall and then locking the front door behind her. It was 6:00 AM when Charlie finally gave up on the idea of getting a full night’s sleep. He got up and started his morning in the shower, shaving up the little bits of stubble that had popped up overnight. Then he went to her room as a pot of coffee brewed.

  He decided to go with the pink satin slip with the white embellishments. He knew it fit perfectly and looked cute on him, and he didn’t want to end up wasting his whole morning trying on outfit after outfit. He slipped on a new pair of pink panties and then he got into that same blonde wig. He looked in the mirror and then noticed a few makeup supplies on Susie’s dresser. He grabbed the lipstick, the mascara, and the eyeliner. He brought them to the bathroom where the light was better, and then he took a shot at dolling himself up.

  The lipstick was easy, and so was the mascara. The eyeliner on the other hand wasn’t so easy. He found himself cleaning it off over and over as he accidentally made the tiniest little mistakes. But the time and effort was worth it. After twenty minutes of trial and error, his eyes looked pretty and feminine. He batted his eyelashes and made his cutest smile, and then his heart fluttered and stuttered in his chest. This really was a silly idea. Though it was good that his face passed, just in case it accidentally slipped into the shot.

  He grabbed a couple sex toys from Susie’s drawer and then he brought them over to his room. He fired up the web cam account he made the night before and then he found himself deciding whether or not to press the ‘GO LIVE’ button. He looked into his webcam’s lens and took a deep breath. It all seemed so foolish. What was he doing with his life? At what point did things go so wrong that he decided pretending to be a woman on a pornography site could make things better? What was the straw that broke the camel’s back?

  He pressed the button. His computer began to hum and then the red light went bright on his webcam. “You are currently live,” the notice in the top right corner of his computer screen said. On the bottom left corner of his screen was the number ‘0’. Charlie assumed that meant there was no one watching.

  He walked back and took a seat on his bed. His computer screen was still in sight, so he could see that his face was just out of the frame. He straightened his little pink slip and then he found himself frozen. Maybe this whole thing was stupid. Why did he think anyone would want to watch him sit there in that boring room? Why did he think he could even make ten cents, never mind enough for a pint of beer?

  His computer chirped and that zero turned into a one. Someone had tuned in. Someone was now watching Charlie. Charlie became even more frozen, sitting upright, suddenl
y extremely self-conscious of every part of his body.

  Then, that one turned into a two. Two strangers were now staring at Charlie, waiting for him to do something. Charlie cleared his throat and then he reached up and cupped his tits. Then his computer dinged. “You’re so beautiful,” it said. “Can you show your face?”

  Charlie had to at least show his lips as he leaned forward to type out a reply. “Maybe if you’re nice,” he wrote at his heart slammed violently into his ribcage. He sat back up and continued to cup his non-existent breasts. He squeezed and swayed, and then he remembered that Susie always had music playing softly in the background, so he leaned forward and opened up his music player. He put on a random playlist, and then went back to his awkward swaying.

  Now that number was at six: six strangers watching him as he swayed awkwardly from side to side while holding the cups of his pink satin slip.

  “Show us your tits!” one man wrote in the chat. Charlie didn’t have tits to show, but he did pull down his top just enough to tease the audience, showing that space between where his tits should have been. His computer chirped again, this time letting him know he’d been tipped two dollars.

  He couldn’t fight the smile from his face. He’d been live for two minutes and he already made two dollars. It wasn’t a lot, but it was just the start. Every thirty seconds that number was going up. It was only a minute later when another two-dollar tip was deposited into his account. The website took 5%, but that was the least of his worries now. He couldn’t believe that he was actually making money. He couldn’t believe he was actually tricking people into thinking he was a girl. He got up onto his knees, turned his back to the camera, and he shook his recently shaved bum. He couldn’t see his computer screen, but he did hear the ding of a tip entering into his account. He knew he didn’t have tits or a pussy to flash to his audience, so he held his package down with one hand and then he pulled the thin strip of panties covering his asshole to the side. Then he heard two more dings as more money entered into his account.

  His heart was pounding. He had no idea what possessed him to flash his asshole to the camera. He had no idea what had possessed him to get into this ludicrous scenario to begin with. But he was shocked when he turned around to see that there were now forty-two people watching his stream, many active on the chat sidebar, and he’d just received twenty dollars in tips. In a matter of minutes, Charlie had already made more money than he made in two hours at work. Maybe there really was something to this cam whoring thing. Maybe Charlie could keep this going for a little bit of side income.

  “Is she just trying to do a MissyBunny69 thing?” one of the men in the chat room asked.

  “It looks like it,” replied another. But Charlie didn’t care what people thought. He didn’t care if he was an imposter. He only cared about those beautiful sounding dings as money entered into his bank account. “Show your tits!” said another commenter. That was a comment that appeared every few seconds. Charlie did his best to keep them entertained with what he had: his ass and his asshole. But mostly, he found himself replying to messages in the chat stream, thanking guys for their sex-fuelled flirtations, and sending her own flirtations out for everyone to read.

  Some people had strange requests. “Show your feet!” said one guy. When Charlie held out his feet, a series of dings rang out in his bedroom. “Show us your tongue!” said another guy, so Charlie leaned forward and stuck out his tongue. People liked that too. It was only half an hour before Charlie had completely lost count of how many tips he’d received. There was no way of knowing without closing down the stream and navigating to his private account. He could just hope that it was paying off.

  “How much for a private show?” asked one man.

  “I’m not doing private shows today,” he replied in text form. And then he received a flurry of disappointed comments. But that didn’t stop the tips from coming in when he turned around and showed his audience his bum again.

  “That has to be the best ass online,” one of his audience members said. Charlie found himself blushing. But the sweet moment was cut short when the same guy said, “Now put something in it!”

  Charlie’s heart fluttered at the thought. He had a few of Susie’s sex toys, but he wasn’t about to penetrate himself on camera. But maybe he could tease his new fans a little bit. He grabbed one of Susie’s big dildos and then he started to gently rub it on his body. He brought it up to his lips and he teased the tip with the tip of his tongue, doing his best slutty impression. Then he brought it down between his legs and began to rub it up and down the length of his flattened shaft. It actually felt kind of nice, especially once he accidentally pressed the button that made it begin to vibrate. He had no idea it was a vibrator until that moment.

  Tips were coming in quickly. He got the dildo under his panties and then he pretended to moan. He tilted his head back and parted his lips the way Susie did in her videos, and then he listened as more and more money trickled into his bank account. But then he felt something else: a tingling growing between his legs. The vibration felt good—too good. He was starting to become erect. He could feel his panties stretching quickly as his cock tried to curl upwards and out from that tight satin prison. He closed his thighs tightly together, pinching the vibrator between his legs. He felt his face turning red as he reached down and made sure the skirt of his little slip was doing enough to cover his bulge.

  His heart was racing and his mind was spinning. He tried to force a smile. He wanted to put the vibrator away, but the tips were coming in faster than ever. He had to keep it going. So with his thighs pressed tightly together, he closed his eyes and tilted his head back again. He continued to fake his orgasm as that tingling grew stronger and stronger. A real orgasm was coming, and then he would have a literal mess on his hands. He already had a figurative mess on his hands: how could he get up to turn off his stream without exposing his erection?

  His cock wanted to spring upwards badly, but he refused to part his thighs. He kept rubbing that dildo up and down his shaft, feeling the intense vibration reverberating through his whole cock. It felt so good. “Oh God,” he muttered under his breath. His legs trembled, and then he felt his wet load filling up his tight panties, pooling warmly against his package. He nearly went cross-eyed, and then a strong shudder ran through his body. And then when he finally looked forward at his computer screen, he saw that he’d sunk down to the point that his face was now on camera. His heart skipped a beat before pounding viciously. He jumped up to his feet, holding a hand between his legs to hide his erection and the cum that was now dribbling down his thighs. He hopped forward and pressed the ‘END STREAM’ button as quickly as he could. Then he took a second to catch his breath.

  He looked down and saw that his inner thighs were covered in white cum. His panties were full, like a condom that had been used eight times in a row. He carefully nudged them down his legs, careful not to tip them over so all of the cum wouldn’t fall onto his floor. Where did all of that cum come from? How did he produce so much substance?

  It didn’t matter. He needed to get himself cleaned up and he needed to get his head clear. He’d just exposed his face live online, while wearing makeup and lingerie. He knew he had at least one friend who frequented that very site. And would that friend recognize him? What would happen if someone recognized him?

  He got undressed and then he got his face washed up. He stared at himself in the mirror for a minute, trying to understand why he did it all in the first place.

  In those final few moments, did his audience see his cock? Did they see the cum running down his legs? When they saw his face, could they tell that he was a man? He went over to his computer to see the final few messages that were sent before his stream went dead. “Is she squirting?” was one of them. “I’ve seen a lot of fake orgasms and this isn’t one of them,” said another. It didn’t seem like anyone had seen his cock. Maybe he’d dodged a bullet. Maybe it was time to quit while he was ahead.

  And the
n he saw the balance in his account: $375.00, for less than an hour of sitting on a bed in front of a camera. His heart stuttered. That was the same amount that he made in three days of work: ten-hour days in a toxic environment. It wasn’t even lunchtime now. Charlie’s head was spinning. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. And he especially couldn’t believe it when he realized he’d made $375.00 after the website took their 5% cut. No wonder Susie did this every day, two or three times. It was no wonder she had some expensive studio across town, and a gigantic stack of money under her mattress.

  Charlie now had a big smile stuck on his face. This gig was too good to be true. He always thought that his small stature was a curse, but now he was quickly realizing it was one of the greatest gifts. He had work to do and a fortune to amass.

  CHAPTER V

  Charlie knew that he needed to spend money if he was going to make money. His bland bedroom set wasn’t going to draw viewers in when they were scrolling through the long lists of live girls. He needed to make his stream pop, and that meant investing a bit of money into set décor. Once he had himself cleaned up, he made a trip down to Chinatown.

  Chinatown had tons of cute shops for girls, filled with pink toys and stuffed animals and posters and wall art. It was all perfect for the ‘girly girl’ persona he was going for. He wanted lots of pink and white, with some navy blue bits for contrast. Charlie went to school for art direction, though until now he never actually got to put his degree to use (no one was ever hiring in the art direction field). So now, he went to town. He gave himself a budget of $375.00, and he spent nearly all of it in those little shops. He saved a bit for the hardware store, where he bought a bucket of pink paint and a couple floating shelves. He spent the rest of that afternoon remodelling that back wall of his bedroom, turning it into the perfect cam whore set. Then he went through his apartment and gathered all of the lamps. He set them up around his room, off-camera, to give his show better lighting—he planned on investing in some real set lights as soon as he had more of a budget to work with.