“The FUCK is that idiot doing!” Val hissed at the screen as she tried to ignore the chubby boner reintroducing itself for the nth time that day. 

On the screen was the weirdo who took her beautiful body from her. They had been teasing Val’s lean little tummy and perky tits ever since they had taken over her streaming channel, but this was the first time they went as far as to lift up their shirt, exposing their braless chest for the entire internet to see. It didn’t even stop there, to Val’s dismay and the audience’s delight: whatever was happening beneath the desk that was causing them to make such a lewd face was the beyond the purview of the webcam, but it didn’t take a genius to guess what they were bouncing on. Val was almost hoping that her channel would get nuked for breaking Terms of Service, but moderation had been stretched thin by thousands of other women pulling of similar, if not more racy, stunts; the website was teetering towards exclusively hosting camgirls, a quick flash was barely on their radar. Yet another reason for Val to curse the Great Shift.

Because of this stupid Shift thing, Val was stuck as an older guy, with the hairy gut to prove it, while a total stranger had carte blanche to ruin her old body, its reputation, her whole life, basically. A guy, in all likelihood, given how they treated Val’s body no better than a piece of meat. They had been rejecting all of her calls and texts, so the only way Val could keep tabs on her body was to watch their streams whenever they were live. A reality the fleshy nub cruelly glued to her groin took no issue with. In time, she would grow bold (or maybe desperate) enough to discover a way to get into contact with her former self, all it required was a Tier 3 Sub and the occasional TTS donation. And with her testosterone- poisoned mind, Val would hate how much he grew to enjoy making requests on how her old body would continue to explore every nook and cranny...