Brigaded

The golden sunlight from her garden filled the kitchen, the house was silent. Ellen rested against the counter, its edge digging into her palm. Staring at the email open on her phone, rereading every line.

Ellen,

I really appreciate your thoughtful message. I’m happy to meet tonight, you live in Eastgate right? Don’t worry, the agency gave me the address. Maybe we can do a joint stream? It could be a little freeform. I know I’ve been doing this for awhile, ( ;P ) but it might help to have a checklist. I whipped this up, just open the PDF and read it over. If you have any suggestions or changes we can talk it over when I get there.

- Mira⭐

“Stupid bimbo.” She hissed, opening the document. “Can’t even format a file right, the thing’s huge!”

Her phone chugged trying to open it, she brushed a lock of pink hair from her eyes. Finally, the app crashed. Groaning, she strode through her home towards her studio, her heels clicked along the bright flooring. Pausing by her telly, she admired her reflection in the award mounted to her wall. “Ugh, maybe it is time to bury the hatchet, engagement is a bit down anyway. Might even poach some of her subscribers…” she whispered to herself, taking a moment to realign the award’s balance on the hook.

Sighing, she passed into her home studio. The space had once been the master bedroom of her condo, but, given that it was the largest room she’d elected to turn it into her studio for streaming. The space was broad and sparsely decorated. Her desk sat along one wall, with her capture rig mounted to the sheetrock behind the monitor. Her headset hung on a stand beside the keyboard. As she flipped the light switch, the room erupted in a rainbow of light before slowly setting on a pale blue undulating sequence.

Leaning down she flipped her desktop on, and after a few moments she was in her browser and back to Mira’s message. Clicking the attachment, even her desktop began to whine under the strain of the file. “Fuck this, if it’s important we can talk it out when she---”

The computer let out a screeching whine, and her monitor flickered. Ellen’s fingers danced along the keys as she tried to open the task manager. Her headset began chirping, and the VR rig spun to life, her tower began humming violently. “That bitch… she sent me a virus?!” Her skin tingled as she grit her teeth, but as quickly as it began the file popped open and everything seemed to calm down.

The diagnostics in the task manager even seemed normal, a few spikes peaked beyond the window, but everything seemed…fine?

Ellen’s pulse was pounding, her skin seemed to sizzle and crackle as she finally let herself breathe. Spots in her vision fading as she felt relief wash over her.

Knock Knock Knock 

The noise made her jump, someone was at her front door. Wringing her hands, she glanced over the PDF before shaking her head and moving back to the door. She felt dizzy, she looked over her shoulder back to the studio. Several thousand dollars and her livelihood had nearly exploded. ‘Mental note, call Jerry. I wanna know what happened…’ She thought to herself.

Opening the door, she found herself looking down at her rival, MiraStar. She was shorter than expected, even without the heels Ellen would have nearly a head of height on her. She wore her usual garbage, a low-cut tank emphasizing her only good attributes, the fabric almost warped beyond recognition as the material struggled to contain her. Her thick thighs barely constrained by a pink leather skirt. She wore a pair of simple sandals, Mira looked up into Ellen’s face with a cold scowl.

“Oh… you’re early.” Ellen said, subconsciously adjusting her own halter before stepping aside and letting Mira in. “Uh…come on in.”

Mira smiled, stepping up into the house and giving the taller woman a wide berth as she walked into the home. “Thank you. Lovely house.” She spoke her words slowly and deliberately as she paused by the threshold to the living room. Letting out a low sigh, she was staring at something across the space. “I…thank you for meeting with me.” She finally said.

Ellen stepped up, following her gaze. Mira had been staring at the award mounted to the wall. “Uh…yeah thanks.”

“You alright? You seem a little off?” She said cooly, brushing a lock of red hair behind her ear.

Ellen shook her head. “My rig just did something funny.” She answered. “You want a drink? Tea perhaps?”

“What happened?” Mira asked, turning towards her. “And no thanks.” She stepped back into the foyer, slipping her sandals off.

Ellen swayed lightly, taking a moment to lean against the wall as Mira returned. “I dunno… it just… corked off.” She answered. “Thankfully it didn’t break. Happened as I was opening your… list of grievances.”

“I didn’t realize you were so sensitive.” Mira sang, stepping up. Looking Ellen in the eye, she rested the back of her hand against Ellen’s forehead. “Poor dear, at least you don’t seem worse for wear.”

Ellen winced, spinning and moving into the living room. Her heels clicked away, and her steps slowed. “Wait…” She whispered, turning back. Mira was hot on her heels, her unshod steps nearly silent. “What?”

Mira stepped up close, gently embracing Ellen while stooping slightly to rest her chin on Ellen’s shoulder. Her massive chest pressing against Ellen’s own. “I’m glad we could work this unpleasantness out.”

Ellen felt her jaw clench, she put her hands on Mira’s stomach, pushing as hard as she could. Mira relented, stepping back slightly. Ellen was…looking up at her?! Her eyes darted down, Mira was still barefoot. Stepping back instinctively, Ellen winced as she heard her heels click against the floor. “What is going on?!”

“After all the nasty things you’ve done to me over the past few months you’re going to complain?” Mira cooed, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Surely you can forgive me a little bit of fun.”

The curvaceous woman chuckled. Ellen could see her rising, expanding, in front of her. She stepped back again, the entire room seemed off. Mira wasn’t getting larger… “Fun?! Knock it off…I…I…I’m—”

“Shrinking. Yes dear, you are.” Mira purred, looming over Ellen. The dwindling woman watched Mira’s breasts rise above her eyeline. Opening her mouth to speak, she stepped back and slipped as her shrinking heels lost their purchase.

Landing on her rear, Ellen’s gaze began to warp and pulse as her heart raced. “H-how?!” She finally croaked out, the process seeming to accelerate as she could see Mira’s pants under the skirt from her vantage point.

“I doubt you’d understand it. What was it you said last month? You weren’t… big… on tech stuff?” Mira hissed. “Put simply, my friend Iva came into some free time. She put together this nifty little code that took control of your setup. Did you know that your VR rig sends out lasers to track you when you’re streaming?” Mira bent forward, gesturing with her foot, knocking Ellen onto her back. The appendage was expanding in front of her, and seemed almost half as large as she was now! “It’s amazing what can be done with tech these days.”

“You did this! You bitch, fix it now!” Ellen screamed, her face reddening as Mira giggled, pursing her lips, like she was cooing at some puppy or kitten. “This…this has to be illegal!”

Mira grinned, kneading Ellen’s belly with the pad of her big toe. “I’m sure it is! But no one will ever find out.” Ellen’s world stopped expanding, and she let her shrunken hands bat at the enormous foot hovering above her.

“Oh yes they will!” Ellen said, pushing against the foot. She paused; a gentle throbbing was rippling through the flesh in her hands. Ellen could actually feel Mira’s pulse, the foot was so heavy…

‘Oh…no…’ she thought to herself, taking in the gravity of her predicament.

Mira let her hands drop to her side. “If you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll see if Iva can restore you.” She pushed her foot down closer to the shrunken woman, Ellens elbows collided with her floor. “If not… well you’ll just become a permanent fixture of… my… streaming set.” Her expression was blank, Ellen could feel Mira’s withering gaze. “Just a prop.” Her enormous mouth parted into a blade thin smile. “A cute one, but a prop nonetheless.”

Ellen felt her knee’s knocking, she closed her tiny hands into fists. The skin of Mira’s foot barely gave. She wanted to scream, but all she could do was stare up, and up… the length of Mira’s leg, past her bust, and wait.

“Aww, Dollie’s scared.” Mira cooed, her sole pressing against Ellen. “Why? Isn’t this what you wanted your little minions to ask for?” She chuckled, wiggling her toes. Ellen shivered, her vantage point the envy of many of both their fans. “I wonder if I should give them what they asked for. A Barbie massage would absolutely boost my views.”