Sproink for the Camera Pt 1

>You are Sproink.
>Cute little bouncy pig pokemon.
>And you got a new job as a cam model.
>You are a bit nervous starting off, but the friendly atmosphere created by your fellow model calms your nerves
>According to your friend Gardevoir, very few Sproinks get into this business, so you'll be filling a niche that people want filled.
>That means good money if you do a good job.
>You position yourself in front of the camera, wearing tight, black spandex and a tank top which hugs your curves.
>You heard the guys go crazy for that.
>After taking a deep breath, you flip on your stream.
>Already you get 10 guys logged on watching you.
>You give a bright smile and lean forward.
"Hey there everyone. I'm a bit nervous since this is my first time, but I am glad that you all want to watch me."
>You start getting messages.
>'Oh man, she's a cutey.'
>'Don't worry, you'll do fine.'
>'ur sxe bb'
>You begin to blush.
"T-Thank you. So lets get things started."
>You wink at the 10 viewers.
>Unsure of exactly what you're supposed to do, you spend a few minutes just smiling and chatting with the viewers.
>It doesn't take too long before one of them tips you a few tokens, asking you to dance for them.
>You giggle nervously, flipping on some of your favourite dance music and standing up.
>Once you start to move though, all your nervousness is forgotten and you feel like the most beautiful giel in the world.
>There are people actually paying to watch you dance!
>You hear the sound of several more tips, and you laugh happily.
>When you sit back down, you see that there are almost 30 viewers now.
>All of them are complementing your beauty and your dancing.

"Thank you~ <3"
>You put a bit of a flare on the end of that.
>The chat explodes in emotes, compliments, and some sexual words.
>You take them all in stride, trying your best to not be too confident.
>You chat a bit more, talking about your crazy last weekend.
>They all were pretty nice about it.
>Eventually, you got another tip from a viewer, asking for you to suggestively rub your breasts with your shirt still on.
"A-Ah...um."
>You look down at your meager breasts.
>For yoru size, you aren't really a stack house in the breast department.
>It is only a B cup.
>You feel he may be a bit disappointed, but it's for the fans...or what little you have.
"O-okay then."
>Your hands tremble as you reach up to grasp at your breasts.
>'This is so hot.'
>'u said it bro.'
>You close your eyes and firmly grasp at your B-cups.
>Although they are small, they are pretty sensitive, especially your nipples.
>Taking your time, you slowly grasp and release your boobs, making a circular motion with them.
>Lifting, dropping, rubbing, squeezing...you did them all.
>Your breath quickens as you feel your nipples harden, brushing against the cotton fibers of your tight shirt.
"Mmmmn...."
>You're slowly losing yourself to the pleasure of your sensitive mounds.
>'bb, keep workin' them tits.'
>'Holy...she's really going at it.'
>'i'd luv to lik them titz bb.'
>More and more tips roll in, along with the dings of more viewers popping into your show.
"S-So good..."
>You decide to finish yourself off with a good nipple twist.
>The sudden shock causes you to scream in an orgasmic bliss.
>Your climax ripples through your body, your breath hitches once...twice...
>You can feel your loins becoming moist with each passing second.
>The sensations slowly dissipate, and you begin to come down from  your high.

>You slump forward a bit, panting just to catch your breath.
>Looking up at the screen, you see that your viewer numbers have hit the high 80s.
>The comments were now moving so fast that you could barely read them before they flew off the page.
>'D-Did she just...'
>'DAM GURL YA WENT IN.'
>'My life is complete...nothing can get better than that.'
>You giggle to yourself, finally able to sit up.
"Did ya like the show?"
>You stick out your meager chest, exposing the little nubs sticking higher than your breasts through your shirt.
>'I think I can say for everyone here that this was the hottest thing anyone have seen'
>'Ditto'
>'^dis guy knows wuts up'
>'I came along with you.'
>Guess they liked it a lot.
>'Still excited, I see.'
"Yeah...I think I can go another round. Think you can tame this wild pig?"
>'I'd do more than tame you, bb.'
>'Is that a challenge?'
>This is too much fun.

>Really starting to enjoy yourself, you start to get more flirty with the viewers, giving them little peeks of your goods to entice them into tipping more.
>You dance several more times, each one more provocative than the last.
>One guy even tips you and asks you to lick your tail.
>You've never really done that before, but you try and make it as sensual as possible.
>As it turns out, your tail is really sensitive, and you moan as a shiver of pleasure courses through your body.
>Several more tips and requests to keep going entice you continue.
>Your entire body shakes as you take the spherical tip of your tail into your mouth, sucking hard.
>You almost black out as an intense rush of pleasure crashes through you, and you fall back on your bed, screaming in orgasm.
>For the next ten minutes all you hear is the pinging of tips on your screen as you recover.
"W-wow, t-that was p-pretty intense..."
>You sit up, looking at the camera with sweat on your brow.
>Your body glistens with the sweat from your recent deviant activities for the enjoyment of your viewers.
"You guys are the most fun I've had in ages. But after that rush, I need a bit of a break. But don't worry, I'll be back in an hour. Need time to cool down."
>You look at the chat log once more, a smile creeping across your face upon seeing the resounding understanding of your new-found fans.
"I promise, when we get back, I'll promise to do whatever you all want...within reason of course."
>'yes. we're gonna get one hell of a show.'
>'be rdy 4 a workout.'
"All righty then. TTFN!"
>You wave at the now 200 viewers on your show before shutting off the camera.
"Not even half a day through and I'm losing it."
>You sigh, looking at the total of your tips.
"I think I'm going to enjoy this."