Simpin Ain't Easy(Belle Delphine Tg)

You've been supporting her for years now, falling in love when you first saw her pink haired lewds circling round the internet, falling down a rabbit hole centered around Belle Delphine. You couldn't explain why she was so immediately captivating to you, just that she was, her humor, her content all seeming to appeal directly to you more than anyone else in her fanbase or the internet. It was strange,, she was a sexy, dirty talking, lewd face making anime girl brought into the real world, what was there to hate?

Apparently a lot according to the comments and twitter and everywhere  else you looked. Where did all these haters come from? Didn't they have something better to do than attack a girl just trying to be sexy online?! You had to believe these were just losers, virginal incel man babies who overused simp like it was the word "the" wasting away in their mom's basement as they posted. How could they not see her perfection? Belle's thighs could save lives if they'd let them into their lives and unlike many of these other lazy e-girls, she actually had proper memes and effort behind her content!

Sure you had actually wanted to see what those pornhub videos promised in the titles, but once you realized it was all a big joke it became hilarious! Of course these fucking man babies got all pissy cause she didn't show anything, but they didn't get it! And as your love for Belle grew, so too did your time online. At first you could just see a dumb troll and ignore them, content to know that they were being miserable in their own skin and were taking out their own ineptitude on Belle. But slowly it got under your skin, these assholes were attacking your best girl! Your idol! Slandering her sweetness and attacking her very name in the name of cheap clicks online. Someone had to defend her, had to protect her sweet, sexy smile. And that person was you.

You started your focus on twitter, defending her honor on there all the while enjoying her patreon and her content. That's what really irked you, all these people calling you a simp as if you got nothing for your patronage, her memes and amazing photoshoots keeping you very satisfied. Some of them even had personalized messages, saying how special you were, how sexy she found you and how thankful she was of your support. And yet these fucking incel losers had nothing better to do than attack a person who only brought joy and sexy fun to everyone. You felt so much above them, their arguments against her making no sense. Some of them even said "I bet you bought her bath water you fucking loser," their small IQ's unable to comprehend how genius of a concept it was.

In fact, you did have a container of her bathwater, thirty dollars a small price to pay to have her glorious presence refracting into rainbows onto him every day, a reminder of her radiance. It was fun to attack those idiots who paradoxically said he wasted his money on nothing and that it was giving people herpes. As if such a disease could taint your goddess. Eventually youtube joined your daily rounds whenever those pathetic drama channels tried to start shit, and finally discord which proved to be your biggest mistake.

With Twitter or Youtube, the comment chains were fairly straightforward, only needing to really focus on one person and finding it easy to ignore the others given your small stature. Best they could do was repeat simp, cuck or "she's not gonna fuck you bro" till their keyboards wore out. But discord, discord was an entirely different animal all together. You actually had to have a conversation with multiple people chiming in. Your first taste of discord had been wonderful, a patreon reward associated server full of other Belle Del-fans, but on one of your other servers someone had disparaged Belle herself, and this began an argument you couldn't win.

They hounded you, these people spewing falsities, and yet you couldn't help yourself, trying to defend yourself as they continued to mock you.

She's just some pink haired slut.

Holy fuck you bought her bath water? SERIOUSLY?!

Simp alert! Simp alert!

I bet you're a tier 3 on her Onlyfans you fucking loser!

Obviously you had an elegant response that could shut down and disarm all of their criticism.

"FUCK YOU BELLE IS AN ANGEL AND YOU DONT DESERVE HER LOVE! I GET TONS FROM HER! I'D HAPPILY GIVE HER MORE IF SHE HAD A HIGHER TIER!"

This did not go over half as well as you hoped, the mocking turning more towards you as they saw your love for her as delusional, obsessive.

Jesus dude you paid that much for no pussy?

You do know she has like an army of simps you're not special

Bet she doesn't even know your name.

Lol look at this loser defending a girl he'll never meet who'll never love him.

Closest he'll get to her is if she uses his money to buy a sex toy lol.

Does she even know you? Have you even talked?

Th-These people were wrong! Obviously wrong! They were so clearly wrong that there was no reason to even humor them because Belle definitely knew who you were. Right? Argh what were you thinking you shouldn't have let doubt creep in. Now you had to prove it, taking a picture of her signed jar of bathwater and the special lewd polaroid she had sent you in the same frame.

"SEE?!" you typed out, feeling smug.

"She knows my name it's written right there on the picture!!! It's MINE and she loves ME!!!"

That would shut their stupid faces up-

Holy shit it's the same as the public one leaked! Same message except the name!

You went to call them a liar, but before you could the image popped up, the same photo, the same message, but the kiss mark was next to a different name, Martin. Suddenly you felt queasy, anxious and trying to keep the doubt down. It had to be photoshop or fake or or- You had to contact Belle right now!

God you felt nervous looking at her open dm's, writhing about uncomfortably as your devotion and love were all hanging on the line for this one message. You couldn't fuck this up okay? Just be natural just be...

Someone said you gave them the same picture as me but that's a lie right?! I'm your BIGGEST fan I swear! I even have your hand signed bathwater and I'm a tier 3 sub and I'm saving up for the highest tier on your patreon cause it's a lot but I know this was just a mistake and I'm sorry for being a pest but I have to know, you know who I am right?

Silence. You waited for a minute, then ten, then an hour before suddenly perking up. She had seen it! The little marker next to your message proved that was the case! And now any second she would disprove them! Any second now... Any minute now... Any hour now... Any- W-Was she going to respond? No of course she was she was just busy. She was a business woman and you were just a small time fan who- No you weren't! You had given her more than enough cash to earn some gratitude, to be beyond those other plebians in the cheap seats ogling her! You were her benefactor! Her biggest supporter! She OWED you her career, her body, her, her EVERYTHING to you! And this is what she gave back in return?! LEAVING YOU ON READ?! FOR TWO DAYS?!!!! The words left you before you could think, your fingers a blur on the keyboard.

THEY WERE RIGHT YOU ARE A WHORE! YOU LIED TO ME! I WAS A TIER 3 SUPPORTER! YOU JUST LOST MONEY AND YOU'LL NEVER GET IT BACK!!! I'M GOING TO GET RID OF ALL OF MY PICS AND MERCH AND YOU'RE NEVER GOING TO SEE ME AGAIN! YOU SHOULD BE BEGGING ME TO STAY ON, YOU SHOULD BE SPREADING YOUR LEGS FOR THE GUY WHO MADE YOU!!! FUCK YOU WHORE I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!

You sent it and grabbed the jar of bath water, ready to throw it all away. As you turned you missed the message being read, a typing message appearing before stopping, a tweet appearing on her feed promising a special surprise stream starting soon.

You screamed, "FUCK BELLE DELPHINE" before tossing the jar at your bathroom wall, ready to hear it crack and drain away all of her bullshit away. Instead it surprisingly bounced back, the top slamming against the edge and loosening, it's speedy arcing motion back stunning you before the top popped off fully, the side of the jar slamming into your chest before all of its contents splattered over your body. A mouthful of the shit flushed up your nose and open mouth, gagging you as a weirdly sweet and tingly taste spread from the water, the liquid soaking you through as its sickly sweet taste left you stranded between wanting to gag and wanting to gulp it down. Both involved swallowing first so the old bathwater was guzzled down your throat, making you nauseous and hot as you looked down at the sparkly mess of your clothes.

"Did she put glitter in ther- NNGH!"

You gagged, feeling the bath water burn inside you, warming everything as your clothes started to thin and tear. You didn't understand, confused at how this was happening, grunting as another spasm wracked your stomach. It was like a hot snake was swimming through your innards, making its way through your intestines before detouring straight to your cock. Cursing, you couldn't help the moan that left out, that hot pounding sensation coursing through your cock, making it swell and tingle as you could feel it getting hard. Your t-shirt had split open, revealing a throbbing abdomen, your flesh like a boiling sea as it all pulsated and throbbed. It felt like something was jerking you off, except far more intimate and personal, waves of pleasure rippling from your balls up as you grunted, unable to hold it in and moaning as your hot seed pathetically splattered against your splotchy thighs. Like god you wanted to fuck me but you couldn't even make it through the first step of the- Huh? Why were you thinking in that weird-

"NNGH! FUCK!"

Looking in the mirror you could see your face starting to throb, the watery sparkles horrifically diving into your pores, glitter popping through your acne, tearing apart the upper layer of skin before they dove into you with a blissful numbness that hid any pain. Your nose broke first, your air flow weirdly improving as you groaned, feeling the brittle cartilage round out the bulbous shape, making each nostril flare as the bridge curved into your skull. You tried to ignore how good it felt, to look away, but your eyes were glued to the sight of your shifting visage, moaning as the water on your lips thickened to a sparkly gloss, letting your lips swell. You figured it had to be an allergic reaction, but the swelling was sensual, plumping into perfect pink lips whose pursing made your cock regain its hardness, the bathwater exfoliating away any imperfections as your cheeks rounded, puffing to cherubic wonders, your eyes watering up as you tried to see what was happening, moaning as your cock pumped out another load.

Whatever was happening wasn't natural, yet the insistent nature of it dommed you into enjoying it, your eyes feeling like venus flytraps as the thin lashes thickened and grew, your eyes fluttering open to see them angled with wing tip mascara, a slight sting accompanying their application as you tried to hold in what your body was pumping out, horrified by what you were seeing. Suddenly your throat clenched, that raw burning from the fateful swallow taking care of that disgusting nerdy rumble this simp called a voice. There it was again, that weirdly sexy voice in your head that wasn't you. Everything along your scalp was prickling like it had been stung, all of the dead and disgusting skin on your body being absorbed into flawlessly pale, incredibly sensitive and highly absorbant skin, the dead cells swallowed and spun out of your head in candy colored floss locks.

Belle's voice spewing out with a coughed moan sealed the deal for you, horror and arousal mingling as you watched your neck heave out your Adam's Apple, a cutesy sopranic, don't forget angelic and totally fuckable voice coughing and spitting out your old tone into a mucusy lump in the sink which was kind of disgusting, but hey you had to do a few seedy things to make it big on the inter-

"S-STAHHP~!"

Your eyes rolled up, the throbbing and heat in your cock and midsection getting worse as it felt like something was starting to squeeze on your body, coiling around your soft tissues and strangling your skeleton. Most of it was flowing down, but to your surprise you could see some of it surging up, another moan snuffed out with a lip bite that looked so freaking hot you meant horrified you as your nipples turned as pink as your hair.

Some of the locks tickled them, driving another load out of your cock as that churning feeling in your stomach dropped, all of your excess weight from being chronically online with no exercise noticeably siphoning off into another thick explosion of cum down your thighs as it felt like there was a pipeline directing mass straight into your balls, the tender flesh swelling before spewing out all of it in an orgasmic release that sent Belle's voice keening into a squeal. Lol say goodbye to all that useless bulk, besides I think we both can agree this feels waaay~ better than some silly male stomach. Besides now you might actually have a chance at getting laid! You hated hits, yet your hands were rubbing the softer skin of your stomach, feeling the bulge of your belly flattening, another hand teasing around an erect nipple, both of them pulsing with need. If you were turning into Belle then that had to be her perfect voice. I know you're fucking loving this too you pervert, here take some more! Your teasing finger suddenly squeezed and you screamed as it went to the other, both areolas red and bulging now.

You tried to resist the muscle spasms of her taking control, your hands trembling as the pleasure of the other changes was replaced with pain, forcing you to feel each knuckle as it popped, the individual joints and bones breaking and slendering out as the softened skin felt like your hands were being melted down. The second you gave in the pleasure returned, stronger than before, your fingers moving outside of your control as Belle showcased your new, girly hands before they tenderly moved to your nipples and began kneading. At this point your cock was essentially a spigot, shooting out loads of fat from your belly as your bare legs were coated in cum, each messy spurt thickening the layer around them, the swimmers lengthening into set clothy mush as they connected to your socks. It felt like your entire lower half was being swallowed by the meshy insides of two hungry snakes and as the last of your stomach fat was spat out by your cock, the two jaws shut tight on your thighs.

"NNGH F-FUUUCK! NOOO STOP MAKING THEM FEEL LIKE THAAAAAHT~!"

Lol no. Your fingers were still playing with your mosquito bitten nipples, occasionally dragging some of the draining fat up to better swell the pleasure points, digging in to pert double a's as you noticed the cum streaming out had sparkles in it, the bath water fully mixed in as your cum coffin tightened. It had merged with your socks, the blue of your ankle lengths parsing itself up, striping the now thick, fuzzy, thigh-high stockings as their striped tops dug into your bulky thighs, the bites purely from their form hugging tightness as they pumped mass into your trembling legs. Hmm I wonder what the best way to fuck your cock out would be, should I use my tits or my thighs? Ooh maybe my hands would be-

"ARGH Shut Uhhhhp~!”

You stumbled out, ignoring the tightening silk of your boxers, the thickening jacket squeezing your arms down to slim, elegant shapes, you had to talk to Belle and get her to stop this!

Each step was torturously erotic to you, your thighs thickening as more plush fat swiped against your cock, pressing against your balls as fat flowed in from the thigh highs, their thickness thinning as your thighs gained all that substance. At least the flood of cum from your cock had slowed down some, though the shaft was hot and sore, your balls tingling as they pulsed and squeezed, getting rid of all that gross stuff. This is why we use whipped cream and sweetened jelly for our fluid stuff. At least those won't gag us when we record on your computer monitor was glowing, but as you pulled over, you were shocked at what was on the screen.

A countdown to your virginity loser was moving down, barely a minute left, your computer fancier with a mid grade camera hooked up to the monitor aimed at you, a banner announcing the topic of the livestream.

Belle Delphine Gives A Dick A Pussy And Bares All

You tried to close out of the window, nothing happened. You pulled at wires, punched at the screen, nothing stopping, the countdown clicking and the camera swiveling to where you moved no matter what you did. You kept on wasting time when it's clearly too late. By the way if you left the house it wouldn't have finished up. I need a good internet connection to magic. In the second you paused to wonder why she told you that, your door had shut, the shock bringing your thighs closed as your tightly contained cock spat out more of your fat, your sides curved inwards as the moans you made turned you on despite how horrified you oh shut it with that horrified bullshit. You wanted this deep down inside, my body at your beck and call, my thighs around your cock. Lets give your fans a show, Belle! She accented it with her thighs rubbing against your cock, your body not listening to what you ordered it to do as you sat yourself in front of the camera on your bed, the red light turning on, the stream live.

Having an audience changed everything for you, the pleasure magnified, the thousands of viewers piling in amping up your enjoyment, as their attention, the weight of their eyes pressed down on you. You moaned as their expectations popped your spine in, bending to better handle that weight as already you could feel the approval of the crowd sending your cock in a frenzy, barely any juice left in the tank as the audience watching made your orgasms super intense. Somehow you knew when someone watching the stream was aroused, feeling their grubby hands fiddle around with their belts, jerking or fingering as all that sexual energy was poured into you, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you regained control. It was only cause she knew you couldn't resist anymore, needing the audience's arousal so fucking badly right now as you stroked your cute tummy, your cock poking out the panties to spray your chest in cum that quickly hardened to black, duct tape X's. You didn't want the stream being banned now did you?

Shockingly you really didn't, feeling all that horniness filling you, each moan rising into a pleased wail as you felt the power, the sexiness of Belle suffuse your thoughts, letting her talk between moans as you began to play with yourself.

"H-IIIII~ guys it's OHHHH FUUUUCK~! Well who cares who I used to beeeEEEE AHHH GAWD my n-nipples feel really good when you-OOOH~! A-Anyways this is a role play stream, where I'm someone l-hiiiIIIIIke youuu whose been corrupted by my godly presence. I drank some of her bath water and now I can't help but bear all of myself to you... What do you want your little horny slave to d-HOOOO~ HOLY SHIT YESSSSS~!"

The chat ate up her "lies" as you were forced to feel their lust, suddenly finding your mostly flat chest completely unacceptable, wanting them bigger and moaning as they swelled, touching yourself for the chat, for the views, for Belle.

You groped a swelling breast, feeling your fingers dig into the thickening flesh, your cock struggling as clear fluids pumped out with every squeeze, every rub. The chat loved it, which meant they loved you, all that love swelling your cock as your hand had to deal with the fire in your panties, the thing stopping you from truly loving her, BEING her.

"Do you MMPH like this everyone?"

Whichever one of you had said that didn't matter, your mental voice joining the chorus of horny typers as it silently screamed out a yes, your thighs getting really thick now as your cock was sandwiched between two meaty thighs. What did that make it? Lettuce? It was starting to wilt, or maybe it was cheese slices, melting as you couldn't stop pressing it between your thighs, pointing it downwards as the last of your cum poured out. The chat was a bit confused, by the cock, but you joked along.

"What, don't you like pink haired dickgirls? I'm testing out some pornographic filters for this stream. Remember I used to be one of you, now how should I finish this?"

As they made suggestions and voted you felt less of a separation between the voices, gasping as your calves pumped muscle up into your thighs to thoroughly squash your cock, your feet tingling as they prepared to change, but you were getting more playful, grinning as you peeled a stocking down, revealing a gloriously curved leg topped with an ugly male foot.

"I know plenty of you were waiting for these to come out... pervs hehe- AHH~!"

It twitched and popped, your eyes glued as it arched and shrank, becoming petite, tiny and giving the pervs in your audience enough lust to send you over the edge as your balls trembled, then wrenched themselves inside with two mushy slurping sounds.

"AHHH F-FUUUUCK~! Hurry up you p-HEEEErvs and pick already I'm gonna- MMPH AH! AHHH~! CRAP I CAN'T!"

The world stopped for you at that second, your body trembling in that moment pre release, every cell buzzing with electric ecstasy, the dam about to burst. In that moment you finally understood why this was happening, why you were such a fucking creep. Now that this was your body, it was never anyone else's to begin with, none of your tiers promising fucking, or intimacy or healing some loser dipshit's broken ego cause they paid you a shit ton of money to be sexy. She had never lied, no YOU had never lied to them, your countless fans, loving to tease their expectations, knowing they wanted more but never letting them have it. Your thigh high rolled back up, clamped around your thighs, your body nearly complete, this asshole almost gone. You both wanted him gone didn't you? Getting rid of this dumb, sad, angry idiot who wasted his time trying to defend someone who never asked for it, expecting you to bend to his every whim when it was waaay hotter to bend others to yours.

The chat had decided whether they knew it or not, your body tingling as your cock was no longer tightly hugged by lace, a cheap pair of novelty panties hugging the bulge instead, your striped thigh highs becoming decked out in images of anime girls cumming and moaning, giving in to their basest desires, letting the pleasure corrupt them. You understood why they made such exaggerated faces as the final hot spike of ecstasy stabbed into your pathetic cock. You waited to satisfy it, still stuck, but knowing it would only last till you decided to finish things, feeling the hard skin of your cock softening, the whole molten man meat wanting to melt into you. Your hair was tying itself into pigtails, two stray bangs framing the front, black cat ears plopping onto your head as you couldn't take it anymore, resuming time and the stream as you let the audience watch your cock slam into your hungry pussy.

This time you didn't even need to force it, everything far above your pleasure tolerance, your face twitching, tongue lolling and eyes rolling up to the heavens as your cock poured inside. The tent in your panties flattened, whichever hentai girl down there getting a dark, stained face as you came. Hot cock coated your insides and pounded your forming cervix, the inverting dick personally fucking your prostate into a womb as you felt it stretch and distend, hot estrogen welling up around your swollen clit, your pussy cameltoeing nicely yet you needed one last thing, one final push to cum as yourself. The door creaked open, the jar from before rolling in, a wink from yourself on the jar sealing the deal as you screamed, letting the audience see it all as you gushed out any last disgusting remnant of who you were, aheagoing as you became Belle Delphine.

For a second you purred, playing up the kitty sounds, nyaaing to the camera s you let the shirt drop, loving your new body, and happy it worked. But this was just the proof of concept. Well more like the permanent version in need of a placeholder. There were now two of you, and while this body would be the one to do most of the nsfw stuff from now on, why stop here when there was so much potential?

"There! No icky incel neckbeard anymore, just Belle Delphine! But why settle for just watching when you can join in on the action?"

You held up the jar, your fluids clearly filling the bottom quarter, giggling at the camera.

"Come on, I bet you all would love to become me, feel this sexy body emerging, swallowing your old self, buuuut~ I can only make it last for a day."

That wasn't true, but you weren't going to crowd the markets with you, plus you wouldn't mention the mental changes that would prevent anyone from posting their fun as her... unless she wanted them to.

"So come on haters, I know you want to fuck me. And I know my fans would loooove to become me, so buy some of my Gamer Girl Cum Potion and I guarantee you'll all be fucking yourselves before you know it! Only two thousand a jar..."

The store link popped up as you ended the stream, laying back as you fetched a dildo and more jars. Already the sales were coming in and you still hadn't fully explored this body. Pleasure was work, and you had a lot of work to do before the night was done.