The Great Twitch Stream Unraveling

[Marauderr]

"Jovencita, ten cuidado por donde pisas.”



An older villager attempts to politely warn twitch celebrity Esmeralda Acuna-Cardona, widely known by her Twitch handle “c@lientapolla$”, about walking over an old burial ground. The charismatic yet malevolent Latina was visiting the improvised area in what was officially described as a “charitable stream”, where all proceeds would go to the local infrastructure. Or at least officially.



“What the hell is he saying?” Esmeralda asked her local translator in an irritated manner, faking a smile with her pristine, bleached teeth.



“Uh, ma’am, he asked you to watch your step. The man was just warning you about the customs of our deity, Maximón. He is the...”



“Fuck, this shit again? I already told you, I don’t care about their dead grandmas haunting us or whatever! Let's just get this tour over with.”



Esmeralda did not bother to conceal her contempt for the crowd, the environment, or even her translator. Since few in the village spoke much English, Esmeralda insisted on hiring a local translator in an attempt to minimize any direct conversation with just about everyone. With just over 1.5 million followers on Twitch, the young woman’s quick rise to relative fame had elevated her already borderline-narcissistic qualities. A first generation American, Esmeralda’s parents were both immigrants who rose from nothing to provide a stable, upper-middle class upbringing for their only child. Despite this positive environment growing up, her mother and father both worked demanding jobs, which limited their availability to be around their daughter for much of her childhood. As a result, Esmeralda was raised by a revolving-door of nannies and babysitters who gave her everything she asked for.



This environment cultivated Esmeralda into a bit of an attention-seeker. While definitely attractive, she developed a keen sense of how to manipulate others, especially those of the opposite sex. As a teenager the young beauty grew weary of the limited attention she was getting from school, so she turned to the Internet. Her calculating nature allowed her to quickly amassed a huge following, built on the foundation of her biggest asset...



“Holllaaa mis amigos, and welcome to San Distraído for those just tuning in! I’m here visiting this great, great place to raise money for these poor, poor children!”



Esmeralda exaggeratedly pinches the cheeks of a little boy from the following entourage of villagers. Her curly black hair was neatly formed into her signature hairstyle, two distinguishable buns on each side of her head.



“I will take you, all my lovelies, on a live tour of this historic ground. Please remember to follow, and all donations will go directly to helping this nasty dump!”



Esmeralda’s translator, a local young teen named Emilio, silently cringed at her last statement. While Esmeralda was paying him pennies compared to what the stream was destined to make her in donations, the boy could ill-afford to pass up on the money that could help his family immediately. However, as the day goes on, the spoiled streamer becomes more and more contemptuous of her surroundings. Due to her upbringing, Esmeralda only learned a few token phrases in Spanish. She was only exposed to wealth growing up, and her relative success in streaming had given her an air of superiority even back home. Now, she felt that she was practically around cavemen, but the PR stunt was too good to pass up. Besides, no one here knew how many tens of thousands of dollars she is going to make from donations on this stream alone. The fact that she would only donate a few hundred dollars to who she expected would be grateful idiots only heightened her superiority complex.



The tour continued uninterrupted, as the crowd of villagers eagerly followed the young streamer, as requested. Her snide, rude remarks continued, and Emilio followed along seething with anger. He could never understand how so many men could throw away their hard-earned money to her, without even getting to talk to her once. However, he definitely understood why so many watched her.



The e-celebrity knew what drew crowds on Twitch. It did not matter how funny she was, how good she was at gaming, or how knowledgeable she was in pop culture. All that mattered was sex appeal. Over her two years of streaming, she gained her cult following off perfecting the art of the cock-tease. Showing just enough, while still leaving enough to be desired. Having small breasts, relatively darker skin, and shorter hair that did not grow out well, Esmeralda stood out from most of her contemporaries. Her redeeming asset was, well, her ass. Esmeralda routinely made any excuse to turn away from the camera to show off her voluptuous bottom. Due to the cooler climate up in the mountain millage, Esmeralda decided on a wool, bright-pink dress, ending right above her knee caps. Her choice of clothing on streams was essential, so her current dress was tight enough to amplify her perfectly shaped hourglass figure. Throughout the stream her exaggerated, effeminate walk drew the audience's attention straight to her ass. While deep down the whole thing made her uncomfortable, Esmeralda knew that her views skyrocketed when she lead on the audience. It was the one thing making the day bearable for Emilio, as he began to ponder what type of panties could possibly shape her ass so well under the tight dress.



The expedition made it to the town’s heart, where a small stone alter rested. Here, a small statue of an ancient Mayan God, now colloquially known as Maximón stood. Whispers among the crowd only annoyed Esmeralda more, who refused to make even a small offering to the idol of the God of fertility and tricks.



“Ma’am, they are insisting that you make some small offering, or at least say a prayer, because Maximón will put the ungrateful in a spell that can...”



“This again? I told you. I. Don’t. CARE!”



Esmeralda triumphantly walked off; a sudden feeling of pure confidence flowed through her body. Somehow, the self-assured woman was filled with a sudden sense of even more empowerment, practically blinding her to her surroundings. This daze was quite literal, as she was completely unaware that a small thread at the end of her dress getting caught on a sharp edge as she sauntered from the shrine...



Continuing their tour, the following crowd did not fail to notice the solitary string beginning to slowly unravel the bottom of Esmeralda’s dress. Slight chuckles turned into audible gasps of astonishment as the tread continued to pull from the dress. Some in the crowd began debating what was more amazing; that the thread did not break, or that Esmeralda did not notice yet. Just as an older woman in the crowd went to tell Esmeralda, Emilio stops her.



“No señora, este es su trabajo”.



Emilio was astonished, as the older woman nodded in agreement. The young teen simply wanted the show to go on, but even Emilio underestimated how pious his fellow villagers are. To them, Esmeralda’s dismissal of their local deity, along with the thread getting caught at the alter itself, meant that none could dare intervene.



“Wow, I could not be more blessed. Being around my heritage, helping those in need, this really has been an amazing experience.” Esmeralda does her best impression of compassion as her stream enters its final period, the actual act of charity. Even before her internet fame, Esmeralda never did an hour of manual labor in her life. However, her plan required her to participate in some token acts of work, primarily bending down to pick up some boxes, making sure her back is facing the camera.



In the construction area, where the villagers were building a new well, the crowd began to work, with Esmeralda’s symbolic participation mostly just getting in the way of actual work. To everyone’s amazement, especially Emilio, the thread was still pulling away at the bottom of Esmeralda’s dress. At this point, a noticeable portion of the bottom of her dress had dissipated. Nothing was revealed, yet, but more and more of her thighs were slowly being revealed. The cameraman, used to Esmeralda’s ploys of feigned exhibitionism, assumed this was all a part of the plan. In other streams she would wear extremely revealing leggings, crop tops, and even “nearly” had to strip in a game of Strip-FIFA with another famous streamer. However, the cameraman knew Esmeralda forbid actually exposing herself on camera, and would frantically change the subject if pressed on the matter.



Before he could potentially intervene, the donations began pouring in. Viewership was steady to this point, but now donations of five, ten, even hundreds of dollars began flooding the stream. The iconic notification sound always enthralled Esmeralda. As the notifications continued, the cameraman knew to dare not intervene.



‘Oh my lovelies, you really are all made of gold! Please remember that all this money goes straight to these poor, smelly people!”



Esmeralda’s contempt was completely missed by Emilio and the crowd, they themselves mystified by what they were seeing. Esmeralda had made a couple of rounds around the construction area. The string had zig-zagged across boxes, carts, and the well itself. Inexplicitly, the string would not snap, and the dress continued to get shorter and shorter. As the donations flooded in, Esmeralda’s self-confidence reached its peak. So enamored was the young streamer that she even stepped over her string-trail multiple times as she continued her supply run.



“¡Mami, mira su vestido!”



“¡Esto es vergonzoso!”



The crowd, at this point consisting of nearly the entire village, watched in awe as Esmeralda turned to the camera. Not knowing more than two words of Spanish, Esmeralda paid no mind to the crowd’s rumblings.



“Never in my wildest dreams could I ever imagine having so many of you watch at once. We’ve raised Fifty THOUSAND dollars today, so let me read some donations!”



As she took out her phone to read the messages the viewers left along with their donations, Esmeralda still was obliviously unaware of how far up her dress has unraveled even as she is looking at the live stream itself. Now, standing still, the thread was not moving. The dress rested right below her crotch, with her thick, glistening thighs completely exposed. Esmeralda passionately read some messages out loud.



“Jerry donated twenty dollars and says ‘Wow what a show, c@lientapolla$ has never shown this much before!’. Well Jaime, I really want to show my true self, my compassionate side, so thank you for the money. Travis just sent one hundred dollars, thank you Travis. He says ‘please let this continue, I’ll donate every cent I have if we see more’. Well, you’re in luck, because as a thanks to all of you, I will continue the stream for another thirty minutes, after a few more donations are read.”



“May sent five dollars. She says ‘what is with you girl, if you’re gonna strip, just take off the dress you sl*t’. What the hell is that about, we don’t need those bad vibes here, but thanks for the money, sweetheart!”



Emilio frowned. Whether the curse was real or this was just an extradentary set of coincidences, he felt that he had to intervene again. If Esmeralda continued to read the comments, someone could alert her to her predicament. Plus, the dress would not continue to unravel if she was standing still. Besides, ‘think of all the money we would raise for the village if the exposure continued’, he thought to himself. Emilio sprang into action.



“Senorita, please, you’ve done so much for us, but we have one more request. Our village elder, she is sick and bed bound. Her dying wish was for our village to get new water. Because of you that is possible. Please. Could you just visit him. Tt would allow him to pass in peace, getting to see the savior of our village.”



Esmeralda frowned quite rudely at Emilio, not wanting to stay any longer than she had to. But the crowd similarly begged to her, and the donations continued to roll in. This was enough to sway the young woman.



“Why of course! I would loovvee to, El-Julio, just point me in the direction!”



Emilio gladly pointed Esmeralda towards the southeast. Never wanting to be a follower, Esmeralda began her jubilant march towards the elder’s hut. Like Esmeralda, Emilio became enraptured with supreme confidence, and now fancying himself as the agent of Maximón’s will, Emilio took out his pocket knife and snipped the thread on her dress. An audible gasp bellowed from the crowd, but their tense doubt quickly turned into palatable joy as Emilio began to pull the thread, wrapping the excess thread into a ball in his opposite hand. To him, time was of the essence, and the risk was worth taking. Now, the dress ran up Esmeralda’s body at a frantic pace. With every exaggerated sway of her hips, Esmeralda unknowingly became one step closer to giving millions of viewers their ultimate wish.



The cameraman, as a trained professional, knew what the audience back home wanted. As the dress approached the bottom of Esmeralda’s ass, he zoomed in perfectly to only focus on her body. With the camera set, the dress finally began to rise above her plump butt. A mixture of gasps and cheers filled the following crowd, and the donation chime failed to keep up with the incoming notifications. As her dress moved up her butt centimeter by centimeter, her choice of underwear became more apparent. Only a tiny, light-beige thread of cloth covered her crack, allowing her caramel-colored butt complete exposure to the stream and the crowd. Unlike some fans have theorized, Esmeralda’s ass was just as big as advertised, and her choice of thong (used to help form her ass under the tight dress) was now making its first air time. However, no fan at home could predict what would happen next.



Emilio continued to pull the thread in a frantic yet methodical way. As the dress rose above the halfway point of Esmeralda’s ass, the unthinkable happened. Centered on her right cheek was a mole! The black “beauty mark” stood out even more next to the bright color of the thong and the color of her skin in general. As more of her ass got revealed, noticeable stretch marks were also present, which contrasted with her otherwise perfect skin. The crowd could not contain its mix of excitement (for the men) and contempt (for the women). The viewers of the stream went ballistic with what has occurred. The perfect, arrogant celebrity with such a blemish on her biggest “money maker”. Esmeralda never exposed the mole to anyone, and unbeknownst to her, her entire fanbase was seeing it all together.



Finally arriving at the elder’s hut, Esmeralda steps into the one room home. An old man, certainly not in the best health but far from death’s door, poked his head up from his nap. Dropping his jaw in astonishment, Esmeralda strutted closer. At this point, her entire lower body now exposed as the dress was nothing more than a shirt. As she got to the bed, her tight thong barely concealed her crotch. Her shaved pussy could clearly be seen outlined through the fabric. Speechless, the man reached out to shake her outstretched hand.



“Uh, thank you kind sir, I hope I filled your last moments with joy, or something”.



The old man continued to stare, and as she turned around, nearly felt his heart sink as he saw the exposed ass. Looking at Emilio in pure confusion, Emilio simply said “Un buen deseo final, eh” and winked.



Esmeralda walked out, with the crowd equally distributed on both sides of the street as if there was a parade, with the confident Esmeralda as its only float. As Esmeralda reached the outskirt of the village, the thread inside the dress finally snapped. She turned to the Cameraman and the crowd. At the point, the former remains of the dress rested well above her belly button.



“Well San Despacito, you really changed my life today. And the viewers at hone probably feel the same way. You will receive a check with the donations in a few weeks, and I would welcome you into my home at any time. Byeeee!”



At this point Emilio did not even notice how farfetched her last few statements were. All he could do is watch her saunter in the direction of her rented 4x4, parked around 200 feet away. As she stepped further from the village grounds, her malaise of confidence began to wear off slightly. Still, her narcissistic tendencies compelled her to pull out her phone and tune into the live stream. While she primarily wanted to bask in the comments and their inevitable canonization of her, she was quickly drawn to the center of the screen. In her head, she was furious, someone must have hacked her stream to show some weird porno. But all it was a woman walking in a thong...



Then, she halted in her tracks. To her sheer horror, the girl in the video stopped too. Frozen mid-step, Esmeralda’s frantic mind hysterically tried to process what was going on, looking for some solution. While only a few seconds passed, they felt like actual minutes. As her legs began to tremble, so did the girl's on the stream. Now feeling her thong get soaked, her unwilling arousal paralyzed Esmeralda. Despite her trying to move, fear had completely paralyzed her. As she continued to stare in disbelief at the stream, the donation chime for the unprecedented one-thousand-dollar donation came in as follows:




“May-$5000: zoom in on the mole, now!”



A man of the people, the cameraman obliged, as the expensive camera zoomed into the right cheek in painstaking detail. This traumatic event finally freed Esmeralda from her daze. She frantically turned around, shrieking in dread. One of her small hands cover her drenched crotch, while the other was out in a futile attempt to cover the camera.



“TURN IT OFF NOWWW!!!” Esmeralda mustered all her remaining strength to yell one last show of dominance, in a futile hope that her subordinate would oblige. He did not. This scream left her body vulnerable, as her pussy become wetter and more aroused than before. Unable to stop the sensation, Esmeralda shifted both hands to cover her vagina, letting out a humiliating moan.



The crowd, who could see her from the outskirts of the village, jeered in Spanish. To them, this was just her comeuppance for disrespecting their deity. Esmeralda began hyperventilating, as the realization of her exposure became apparent. Her hands shook as she desperately tried to end the stream on her phone. But, as her body rattled and her mind continued to be frazzled, she dropped her phone. She got on her knees to obtain it, while also trying to cover up her exposure, Now, on the ground with the camera pointed directly at her, Esmeralda’s will evaporated. All she could do was pathetically cover her face with both hands, sobbing uncontrollably. The viewers, assuming until this point that this was some ploy for views, finally began to realize that none of this was scripted. This only heightened their joy, as the stream was downloaded, clipped and edited thousands of times. Esmeralda eventually bolted for her vehicle, leaving her cameraman behind. While she never gave a cent to the village (besides the material for the well), Esmeralda had to use all the proceeds of her stream to restart her life. Years of therapy and an identity change may not be enough, as occasionally she is recognized in public in her new life.



While the charity stream ruined Esmeralda’s life, it was not disastrous for all. In time, many pf Esmeralda’s old fans came to learn that the village of San Distraído did not receive the money it was promised. As a way of repaying the village, a significant group of fans donated a large amount of money to the small village. Now, the village prospers, and the once small shrine of Maximón is now safely housed in a medium sized temple made in his honor. Now, even the younger villagers like Emilio respects the deity's power, and they make a conscious effort to spread this story to the next generations. In centuries time, the story became mythized in the local area into the tall tale parents would tell their children to frighten them into obedience.

[Valierre]

Very nice story!! Wish she would have stayed oblivious until her dress totally dissipates. Very fun read!

[Marauderr]

Originally Posted by Valierre

Very nice story!! Wish she would have stayed oblivious until her dress totally dissipates. Very fun read!

Thank you! I appreciate the kind words