/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

>Be me
>The minimoo in that L2D thumbnail, you know the one, being squashed and stretched
>The brat’s chair is lower than usual, today
>She wipes the drool from her lip, yawns, and looks down at me with a sleepy smile—“Yeah, you’ll be Muyu’s booster seat-moo…”
>Muyu puts her bare ass on top of me, lets out a sleepy chuckle and faces the monitor to start her day
>”Humu humu… aren’t you glad, getting to be Muyu’s throne-moo?”
>This runt isn’t even wearing a band-aid, let alone panties
>She continues on about her day, diligently editing, drawing, and shitposting.
>Eventually, the time for a break comes.
>Muyu rummages around her desk littered with bottles and empty food containers, and shows off her snack
>”Want some of Muyu’s banana milk-moo? … Just kidding.”
>She sticks her tongue out, struggles to get the cap off with her tiny hands, and chugs it down
>… … …
>”Bweh.”
>Muyu continues on shitposting on the clover site, humming her silly Moomin song, then drifts over to her second monitor to mindlessly scroll through spicy fanart with a big smile on her face
>”Ahhhh, Muyu’s face is so cute... This one is really naughty-moo… it looks like Muyu’s going crazy...”
>She lets out her usual lecherous giggle and saves every image
>Muyu glances toward the door, which is locked (the stream starts soon) then back to her monitor and lets her hand wander between her legs
>”Hahhhh... there’s so much new stuff, today... Muyu’s so happy...”
>She keeps on rubbing between her thighs, wearing the same dopey smile on her face
>”Ahhhh… it must taste so bitter-moo... but maybe it’s not so bad...”
>Little clumsy giggles leak out of the brat while she touches herself, scrolling through the carefully arranged gallery of Muyu porn
>Muyu stops on one, and her fingers stop moving
>Her eyes widen just a little bit
>”Ah... there’s so many ojisans with their...”
>The perverted brat can’t even get the words out
>She looks back at the door again, pauses, then resumes her rubbing despite looking a bit embarrassed
>”Uuuuu... that’s so naughty-moo... Do they really think Muyu would...? Hahhhh...”
>Muyu continues touching herself to her own lewd art of the most degenerate kind, oblivious to her “booster seat”
>”Eek!”
>Then, all of a sudden, she’s not.
>She stares down at me, her self-aware booster seat, horrified by the beady eyes now staring right at her cherry-red face
>”W-what are you doing-moo!? Stupid minimoo! Stupid! You’re supposed to just be a good seat and—hiiigh!?”
>Muyu shoves her knuckle in her mouth and bites down to stop her voice from leaking out
>”Shtoopid… minimoo…! Don’t just put your... tongue there-moo...!”
>Even though she says that, she doesn’t make any effort to move.
>The little brat fights back tears, grumbling and groaning and constantly looking at the door to be sure no one’s causing a ruckus on the other side of it.
>She’s angry, but more concerned about not making a lot of noise
>”Shtoopid… mini-mooooooooo…! Muyu’s gonna be so... maaaaaaaaaaad!?”
>Muyu clamps both of her hands over her mouth
>Then, her eyes twitch and convulse in tune with her foot, which keeps spasming and kicking in mid-air
>Muyu stops moving, hands still camped over her mouth, and her eyes go blank
>Relief washes over Muyu, and dread washes over me.
>Something else washes over me, too.
>”… Uuuu… showwy... mini-moo... Muyu couldn’t... hold it in-moo...”
>Muyu lets out a long , winded giggle with no force behind it
>”Uuu... Muyu peed herself looking at naughty pictures-moo... hahhh...”
>Even though she says that, she’s content staring off into space, watching the clock tick down the minutes until the stream’s start
>”Hahhhhhhhhhhhh… Muyu’s gonna be a few minutes late, now… It’s all moojisan’s fault…”
>Somehow, she doesn’t actually sound mad.
>To add insult to injury, the brat expects me to clean up the mess and then resume being her booster seat.
>All the while she’s giving me an evil sneer like the entire debacle gave her an evil idea

And this was only Tuesday.

>"Huuuuuuuuuh? What's wrong, mooji-san? You look super pent up-moo."
>It’s the purple runt again, wearing that stupid red backpack.
>She starts giggling again with that same haughty, self-righteous tone.
>”What’s with that look? If you keep staring at me with those eyes you might get me pregnant… Ew…”
>This shitty brat, ringing that silly bell…
>"Huuuh? What's wrong-moo? You're the kind of dirty old ojisan who wants to smell a cute girl's sweaty feet? Really? So gross-moo..."
>She leans in, puts her face just an inch or two away from mine so I can smell that sweet musty purple smoke radiating off her
>She’s amused
>“Hmmm?”
>The little runt traces her fingers around the loop to that stupid pull-alarm dangling from one shoulder-strap, as if to remind me that’s always in her back pocket
>Despite that slightly disgusted tone of voice, she's got a stupid grin plastered on her face
>"I feel bad for moojisan, and I'm feeling generous since it's my birthday, so maybe juuuuuuust a little..."
>She kicks off one of her socks with no effort, like she's rehearsed this exact scenario before
>Then, she scowls
>"Come over here before I change my MIND, mooji-san."
>She starts tapping one of her toes on the floor, impatiently
>LET’SFUCKINGGO.mp4
>Rush the brat and circle around to her back
>She lets out a delighted shriek of a giggle and squirms
>She doesn’t resist just yet
>"What are you doooooing, mooji-san!? I said you could have just a little bit of fun-moo! Do you really want to go to jail that badly...!?"
>Even now she’s ridiculing the adults!
>Lift her arms above her head, and her expression changes in an instant
>"Wha...? Wait! What are you... doiiiing-moo!? Just because you left an akasupa doesn’t mean you can…!?"
>The little brat's expression melts when she feels my tongue on her armpit
>It looks like a thousand bolts of lightning strike her at once
>"Guuuh! What are you doing, mooji-san!? Why my armpits!? I'm gonna get mad-moo! How dare you taint the armpits of the GREAT. ALCHEMICAL. PURPLE. … SMOOOOOKE!?"
>Muyu keeps flailing like a madcow, hurling stupid petty insults in between gasps of air
>Obviously, I don't listen to the runt
>She continues squirming and squealing and curling her toes and glaring at me like I’m the scum of the earth
>Her face gradually turns bright red and tears well up in her eyes
>Her strength finally starts to wane
>"You're in trouble now mooji-san… I'm g--moo!?"
>Her finger, which was teasing the buzzer chord, trembles
>She doesn’t even have the strength to pull it
>"Shtop it moooooooooooo...!"
>Muyu arches her back
>She lets out the loudest string of nonsense babbling noises anyone’s ever heard
>They bleed into something that something halfway like a trail of giggles and hoarse moaning
>After a few more minutes of squirming, the great alchemical purple smoke finally admits defeat.
>She goes limp, shaking, heaving her chest up and down with a dumb dazed look on her face.
>I can’t tell if she’s in heaven or plans to lock me in the dungeon, again
>Can barely hear her mumble:

Mumumumu… mumumumu… … muyush woooorld…”

>"Huuuuuuuuuh? What's wrong, mooji-san? You look super pent up-moo."
>It’s the purple runt again, wearing that stupid red backpack.
>She starts giggling again with that same haughty, self-righteous tone.
>”What’s with that look? If you keep staring at me with those eyes you might get me pregnant… Ew…”
>This shitty brat, ringing that silly bell…
>"Huuuh? What's wrong-moo? You're the kind of dirty old ojisan who wants to smell a cute girl's sweaty feet? Really? So gross-moo..."
>She leans in, puts her face just an inch or two away from mine so I can smell that sweet musty purple smoke radiating off her
>She’s amused
>“Hmmm?”
>The little runt traces her fingers around the loop to that stupid pull-alarm dangling from one shoulder-strap, as if to remind me that’s always in her back pocket
>Despite that slightly disgusted tone of voice, she's got a stupid grin plastered on her face
>"I feel bad for moojisan, and I'm feeling generous since it's my birthday, so maybe juuuuuuust a little..."
>She kicks off one of her socks with no effort, like she's rehearsed this exact scenario before
>Then, she scowls
>"Come over here before I change my MIND, mooji-san."
>She starts tapping one of her toes on the floor, impatiently
>LET’SFUCKINGGO.mp4
>Rush the brat and circle around to her back
>She lets out a delighted shriek of a giggle and squirms
>She doesn’t resist just yet
>"What are you doooooing, mooji-san!? I said you could have just a little bit of fun-moo! Do you really want to go to jail that badly...!?"
>Even now she’s ridiculing the adults!
>Lift her arms above her head, and her expression changes in an instant
>"Wha...? Wait! What are you... doiiiing-moo!? Just because you left an akasupa doesn’t mean you can…!?"
>The little brat's expression melts when she feels my tongue on her armpit
>It looks like a thousand bolts of lightning strike her at once
>"Guuuh! What are you doing, mooji-san!? Why my armpits!? I'm gonna get mad-moo! How dare you taint the armpits of the GREAT. ALCHEMICAL. PURPLE. … SMOOOOOKE!?"
>Muyu keeps flailing like a madcow, hurling stupid petty insults in between gasps of air
>Obviously, I don't listen to the runt
>She continues squirming and squealing and curling her toes and glaring at me like I’m the scum of the earth
>Her face gradually turns bright red and tears well up in her eyes
>Her strength finally starts to wane
>"You're in trouble now mooji-san… I'm g--moo!?"
>Her finger, which was teasing the buzzer chord, trembles
>She doesn’t even have the strength to pull it
>"Shtop it moooooooooooo...!"
>Muyu arches her back
>She lets out the loudest string of nonsense babbling noises anyone’s ever heard
>They bleed into something that something halfway like a trail of giggles and hoarse moaning
>After a few more minutes of squirming, the great alchemical purple smoke finally admits defeat.
>She goes limp, shaking, heaving her chest up and down with a dumb dazed look on her face.
>I can’t tell if she’s in heaven or plans to lock me in the dungeon, again
>Can barely hear her mumble:

Mumumumu… mumumumu… … muyush woooorld…”