It started off innocent enough for Catherine.
Having been only able to fend off her friends constant nagging for her to get onto social media for so long, she had finally capitulated to save on the aggravation, despite her disdain for the whole thing.
An intensely private person, she had never understood why people were so eager to put their business all over the internet for the amusement of strangers. To her way of thinking, what was going on with your life should be kept to your nearest and dearest social circle, and shouldnât be open for anyone to observe and criticise.
It had been with that in mind that she had taken her first social media picture, posting it on her account in the morning with some glib comment she had heard was the thing to do, before going off about her business and forgetting about it.
After a few hours, she checked back on her account, and was stunned to see the amount of likes and comments that picture had amassed, clearly in part thanks to her friends following her and sharing it with others. Feeling a strange type of thrill she had never experienced before, Catherine started scrolling through the comments, not believing the response; it wasnât as though sheâd made an effort, after all, and sheâd just thrown that hoody on to go out in.
Curiously, she wondered what would happen if she actually tried?
âSo anyway guys, as you can see the blonde won the poll and I hope you love the results as much as I do. Thanks @sportylove for the outfit Iâm wearing, I hope it looks as good on me as you imagined. Stay tuned for the next update and donât forget to like me!â
Catherine couldnât believe it when she discovered people were interested enough about her to bother about what she looked like, or were actually willing to send her without her even asking them to.
After her first foray into this curious world, she had found herself taking more and more pictures of herself on a daily basis, checking back at regular intervals to see which content was doing well, and how many more followers she had gained in the last half hour.
Pouring over the comments, she would obsess with what people thought had worked and what didnât, unconsciously beginning to choose her outfits and looks not on what activity she was engaging in, but what would get her the most likesâŚuntil the worry about her not getting it right began to make her ill.
Then she hit on the idea of the polls.
What simpler way to ensure her pictures got the love she longed for than to poll her followers on what they would like to see her in? After all, the higher the winning margin, the more likes the look would get.
Her numbers boosted overnight.
And when that first package arrived unexpectedly at her door and she put it on and posted the picture without thinking, so overwhelmed she was at the gift, the presents started rolling in on a regular basis.
âI donât understand it what am I doing wrong?â
Catherine glared into the mirror, trying her hardest to make herself look presentable for her latest picture despite her frustration. Over the past week her numbers had plateaued and she found herself facing the possibility that her popularity had peaked.
The person she had been even a few months ago would have shrugged that off and put it down to experience, but the woman she had become couldnât take the prospect of not getting more followers or ever-increasing amounts of likes for her content.
Despite her initial misgivings, she had started upping the ante with her pictures, flashing more flesh and taking ever more risquĂŠ, but that had only led to a temporary improvement before the interest began to wane once more. Having the validation become a regular fixture in her life, Catherine saw her fifteen minutes of fame fading, and it was all she could bare.
In desperation, she took up her phone and recorded a video post there and then, asking one simple question from the watching world.
âWhat is it you want me to do, for gods sake?â
âSo, there you go guys, that was the official âunwrappingâ of my new puppies. Thanks to all who contributed to them and to @horndog42 for the necklace. Iâm sure youâll all agree it suits me, giggles. Kisses for now, donât forget to like me!â
Signing off on her latest video update, Catherine propped her phone up on the stand to watch the likes and comments start to roll in as she admired herself in the mirror. Feeling the familiar heat in her loins, it wasnât long before she was spreading her legs and teasing herself to get some relief.
Sheâd asked her public what they wanted, and boy had they answered her in spades! The lists of requests and demands had come rolling in almost immediately, each more extreme than the next and though they had initially horrified her, the thought of carrying them out and receiving praise for them had almost caused her to orgasm on the spot.
The piercings had been the first to come, followed in quick succession by the tattoos. By the time her first lip job had come around, most of her old friends didnât want to know her anymore, but she didnât careâshe had all her followers to keep her company, after all.
It was the prospect of having her boobs done that eventually put paid to her job. Already having been called to see her boss numerous times to listen to the concerns he had about bringing the firm into disrepute by her online antics, the fact she had put a poll onto her account asking âhow big should I goâ had been the final straw, and sheâd been given her cards.
Thankfully, her following was such by then that she was close to being self-sufficient thanks to her âextra contentâ and it was only a matter of time before her adoring fans paid enough into her just giving account to give her the assets they had so wanted her to get.
It was a group effort, and who was she to argue with it?
âOkay so, like, guys, here I am, like at the club, all wired up and ready to go! Thereâs, like, four of my bestest buddies in the whole wild world out there, like, recording whatâs going on in the live stream, so like, letâs go! Donât forget to like, like me!â
Whoever invented remotely controlled sex toys, Candy would have kissed them if she could. With such a competitive market out there these days, you had to keep ahead of the curve if you wanted to stay relevant, and Candy was determined to BE the curve.
Having already graduated to numerous amateur cam show pages on top of her regular pay wall content, she had thrown caution to the wind in the pursuit of her chosen career goals.
Committed to being the one girl on the internet that would do whatever her followers want, she had gone through a few significant changes recently.
The name was the first thing to go, naturally. You could hardly be called âCatherineâ in this business, and Candy was far more appropriate to the kind of energy she was giving off these daysâbesides it had won the poll.
Changing the way she spoke had come as more of a shock to her, but after considering the argument that âlikeâ had become almost a catchphrase for her over the last year, it made a kind of sense. Naturally, the whole high-pitched bimbo-talk came right on the back of it and launched her to a brand-new audience, who wanted more of the sameâand she was happy to give it.
The idea of these live shows, where she would go off to a random place and let a number of her lucky patrons play with her vibe via their phones whilst her friends streamed her, had launched her to another level, to the point she was up for an award in the âBest Amateur Porn Starâ category, and she was determined what happened tonight would win her that award.
âGiggles. Guys! Oh my gawd, like thank you soooo much for the gifts and the love as I, like, recovered from my latest op. It totally means the world to me! Soooooo, like, what you think? Is this not like the hottest bod youâve ever laid eyes on? Giggles. I know, right! Now, donât ferget to, like, catch me on my latest flick, Candy Canes, and tell me how much you like it!â
Switching the phone off at the third attempt, Candy primped herself in the mirror and admired her man-made body proudly. That awards win had really lifted things to a whole new level, and sheâd had numerous adult production companies eating out of her hand.
Naturally, not having made a decision on her own for nearly two years, she had created a poll with all the offers for her followers to vote on, and the company with the most extreme reputation had won the day.
She should have expected that really but, whatever.
Candy had done four films so far, and her popularity had never been higher, but the fear of plateauing still made her push harder, go further, in an attempt to never lose the level of adulation and popularity she had come to crave and expect.
Already she was booked in for more lip fillers, and she was curious about how the latest poll on possible labia piercings was going.
Hearing the phone beep, she came out of her reverie, not realising she had been masturbating for the last hour and checked her messages. Apparently, her director wanted to try her out on some anal this next film around; was she interested?
Hmmm, better put it to a poll.
Candy sprawled out on the bar, twirling her hair, trying her hardest to remember the line she was supposed to say. Thinking was, like, sooooooooooooo hard these days, and she was so totally thankful for her owner who took care of her blogs and her business decisions and, well, like anything really.
It had been such a relief when they had come along and offered to lend a helping hand, and look after her as well as they did. After four years of letting others make decisions for her, Candy had found it impossible to make one, and the manner of speech and actions had slowly drained her natural intelligence out of her ears until she really was the bimbo she had been pretending to.
Still, it wasnât a bad life. She had someone to look after her, all the sex she wanted (and craved for at this point), and was still as popular as ever.
Or at least that was what they told her.
Whatever, she was happy and that was all that mattered. Friends and family and work stuff might have gone by the way side, but she finally had everything she had been craving.
If others couldnât swallow it, then that was, like their problem.
âOhhhhhhh! Swallow, I, like, just totally remembered, like, what I was supposed to be doing! Giggles!â
Donât forget to like me!
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