My attention was pulled away from my computer screen by the sudden buzzing of my phone. I put aside my normal duties as a community manager for a moment to see who was calling me. Oh, good, it was my boss. I answered and, perhaps in a tone that was a bit more exasperated than it should have been, greeted him.

"Hey, w—"

His voice exploded on the phone, making me quickly hold the phone a little farther away from my face. "LILIAN! WE'RE GETTING BURIED OUT THERE!" He sounded more panicked than angry.

"Oh, uh... did... something happen?"

"It's their little whore, Aini! Their community manager just ran a stream where she said our story making service is inferior! And she acted like a fucking slut about it, wearing some skimpy outfit and talking with her boobs bouncing around!"

"Are you saying your rival company is getting a lot of viewers because..." I said, allowing him to finish my question.

"Yes! I checked myself, their ratings exploded after she uploaded this thing! She used her body to get views and sales like a common sex worker!"

"Uh-huh... So what does this mean...?" I felt a twinge of anger, but only a small one. I couldn't believe our competitor would do something so underhanded. After all, we were clearly the better option: we provided quality stories while theirs churned out garbage day after day.

The phone was silent for a few moments as the boss was thinking. "We're gonna have to change our strategies," he finally stated. "Remember that package I sent you with all that merch you're supposed to wear during streams?"

"Yes, I got it." I always wore my 'AetherRoom' logo t-shirt while streaming. It was pretty much a normal looking t-shirt that displayed company pride, so I liked it.

"Forget that thing! I want you to go and dig to the bottom of the box, and tell me what you find!"

I stood up, and walked over to the other side of my room where the box lay, full of various merch and products we were supposed to show off on our streams.

I reached into the box and started pulling AetherRoom figurines and shirts out one by one. "Uh... I don't see anything I'm not expecting to find, sir."

"Keep looking!" he urged. "You'll know!"

I neared the bottom of the box, having made a messy pile of our merch, when I finally saw it.

I gasped loud enough for the phone to pick up, and my boss laughed on the other end. "I knew I didn't forget to send it. I wasn't planning on ever needing it, but obviously we need to step up our game, Lilian."

Sitting at the very bottom of the box was a cow-printed micro-bikini. Little strings like floss were woven between the material on either side, creating an almost transparent and extremely erotic outfit. "I-I don't get it. Why did you send me this thing...?"

"Why? Because it's going to get you a lot of attention! The company a lot of attention!"

"But..." I wanted to object. I wanted to tell my boss that I wasn't that type of girl. That I wasn't the type of girl to use sex appeal to get ahead. I wanted to say that I was going to be professional about this and continue on as I had before... but I knew that he wouldn't take that as an answer. He heard the uncertainty in my tone, and pressed further.

"The answer is simple, Lilian. Your competitor isn't doing things right, and if we want to be the superior choice, we need to do the same. You do want AetherRoom to live up to its name, right?"

"I mean, of course I do! It's just..." My voice kept trailing off as I imagined myself, streaming to thousands of viewers in this slutty cow bikini. The thought was enough to make me nauseous, but my body seemed to disagree. Even just the thought of showing it off made my groin oddly ache.

"I'm just not used to being so slutty," I muttered. "It doesn't feel right."

"Trust me, you'll be fine. It's important to show the viewers you're a good community manager, and that you're here for them, even as their fap material."

"I'll be... fap material..." I uttered out into space. My head spun a little bit as I took all of this information in, my mind locked in a mental tug-of-war. On the one side was my disgust at how I was being forced to do this, and the shame I felt at allowing myself to be used by my boss in this way. The other side of my mind was soaking up this newfound sexual arousal, and encouraging it to grow stronger.

"So here's how the next stream goes, listen up. You'll be wearing that, and on stream, you should try using our service to generate the raunchiest, sexiest story possible."

"Yes, s-sir." I was in such shock, that my response was more of a distant mumble.

"Great. I'll be watching, we're sticking to schedule. See you tonight, live!" Without time for a response, the phone clicked off, and my boss hung up.

I sat there for a moment, with my head spinning and my body buzzing. I looked back at the cow bikini in my hand and thought I could still defy his orders and not do it tonight. But my body, my mind, all over kept humming with arousal.

***

I slowly pulled the bikini up to my waist, my cheeks burning bright red with embarrassment. Having donned the full outfit, I stared into the mirror and thought, No... this isn't happening. But the cow bikini had done its job; making me look incredibly slutty. The thin triangles of fabric barely covered my pussy, leaving everything else on display. The stretchy string that connected pieces of the bikini somehow elastically pulled all the fabric tight, giving a faint outline of my nipples on my small breasts. My chubby stomach which I usually thought made me look gross fit perfectly with the bikini's cow design, making me look even more... feminine.

"Fuck it..." I muttered to myself, my mind too filled with lust to have any more self-control. I quickly paced to the computer and sat down on my expensive gaming chair. My legs tightly crossed as an attempt to hide any part of myself, I shakily guided the mouse over to the stream button on my setup.

The moment I went live, there were so many viewers waiting since this was a scheduled event, only they didn't know of our surprise clothing swap. The chat quickly erupted with shocked and lewd comments, which was exactly what my boss wanted. The feed from my camera showed nothing but myself in my skimpy bikini, face red from embarrassment. I had my arms were crossed in front of me, trying to hide my cow tits from the camera.

"W-Welcome!" I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "Today, we're gonna write about some s-smut to show off the power of our i-innovative writing service, AetherRoom!" My face turned even redder from nervousness as I spoke, trying to ignore all the chat comments which had turned from just lewd to fully sexual in such a short period.

"Right!" I said again, before taking a breath. I pulled up AetherRoom on a new browser tab, trying to prevent my mouse from shaking so obviously on stream. With a few clicks, I started a new story, and opened up the writing box. "Ok, here we go, guys..."

The viewer count was quickly spiking as the audience enjoyed watching me in my cow bikini, awkwardly shifting around and panting as I wrote a story about a schoolgirl who got ambushed and gangbanged in a classroom. Even as I wrote the story, I could feel myself get aroused by the actions I was describing on stream, and could see my screen shaking slightly with the force of my rapid breaths. "Where should the s-story go next, guys?" I stammered, my voice echoing through the room.