Chapter 5: Ellie Starts an Onlyfans
The collars arrived in a plain brown box, which Ellie opened with the ceremony of a crown jeweler. She’d gone with simple, wide bands of faux leather—pink for Brianna, black for Kendra—with a sturdy O-ring at the front. The ceramic bowls, hefty and smooth, clinked together as she pulled them from the packing peanuts.
“Okay, team huddle,” she said, grinning as she knelt on the floor. Brianna and Kendra crawled over from the sofa, the new collars already buckled snug around their necks. They nosed at the bowls curiously. “So, uh, economics. Rent’s due. And I kind of quit my data entry job? Like, mentally? Last week. So we’re starting a business.”
She held up her phone. “It’s called OnlyFans. It’s where people pay to watch you be disgusting. Which is, like, your full-time job now.”
Brianna blinked up at her, a slow smile spreading. Kendra just nodded, her cheek resting on the cool ceramic of the black bowl.
The filming had a learning curve. Ellie’s first attempts were shaky, her commentary a stream of “ums” and “likes.” But she found her groove quickly. It was just another form of role-playing, another system to optimize.
“Rolling,” she’d chirp, propping the phone against a stack of books. The scene: the kitchen floor, both girls on their hands and knees, their oiled asses gleaming under the LED ring light she’d ordered. The air was thick with the scent of coconut oil and Ellie’s own pervasive musk.
“Okay, piggies, showtime,” Ellie said, her voice sweet, sing-song. She gave Brianna’s right cheek a firm slap. A sharp, wet fart punctuated the impact. Ellie beamed at the camera. “See? Trained. That’s a Pavlovian response. I smack, they… express.” She did it again, alternating between them, creating a crude, gassy rhythm. The camera captured everything: the jiggling, the oily sheen, the utterly vacant looks of pleasure on their faces as they pushed back against her hands.
The feeding videos were bigger hits. Ellie would cook absurd amounts of cheap, bloat-inducing food—instant mac and cheese, cans of chili, entire frozen pizzas. She’d dump the steaming contents directly into their bowls on the floor.
“Get it while it’s hot, my hungry hippos,” she’d say, and they’d bury their faces in, no hands, slurping and gulping. Ellie would narrate, her tone scientific and giddy. “We’re observing the pre-fart feedstock phase. The beans are doing their work. The dairy is curdling. It’s a beautiful, disgusting process.”
Then she’d fuck them, on camera, with a cheerful, running commentary. “And now for the main event, where I remind these two who fills their other end,” she’d say, pushing into Kendra from behind. The sounds were obscenely loud in the quiet apartment—the slap of skin, the creak of the floorboards, Kendra’s choked, happy cries. Ellie would look right into the lens, glasses fogged, sweat dripping off her nose, and wink. “Subscription worth every penny, right?”
The money started trickling in, then flowing. Comments poured in, demands for more, for specific acts. Ellie felt a power unlike any the potion had given her: the power of an audience.
It made her bold.
She thought about the girl at the Dank Brew, the coffee shop two blocks over. A barista with jet-black hair split into twin braids, a septum ring, and an ass that defied physics in its perfect, round enormity. It strained against her black apron. Ellie had stared, memorizing the shape. The fattiest butt she’d ever seen.
The next afternoon, she put on a clean-ish hoodie and walked over. The bell jingled. The shop was quiet, mid-afternoon lull.
“Hey,” Ellie said, approaching the counter, her heart doing a funny little thump. The girl—Maya, according to her nametag—looked up with tired, kohl-rimmed eyes.
“What can I get you?”
“Just… a black coffee. Large.” Ellie leaned on the counter slightly, letting her sleeve ride up. She’d been sweating, just a little, from the walk. She saw Maya’s nostrils flare. The girl’s eyes, which had been scanning the espresso machine, snapped back to Ellie. They glazed over, just for a second.
“Sure,” Maya said, her voice softer. She turned to get the coffee, moving slower. Ellie watched the magnificent shift and pull of denim. When Maya handed her the cup, their fingers brushed. Maya didn’t let go immediately.
“You smell… really good,” Maya muttered, almost to herself, a confused frown touching her brows.
Ellie smiled, her nerdy, awkward smile. “Oh, thanks! It’s just, like, my body chemistry? Hey, my roommates and I are having a kinda… chill party thing. At my place. You should come by after your shift. We’ve got, um, a ton of snacks.”
Maya’s gaze was locked on Ellie’s now. The confusion was being swallowed by a deep, hungry curiosity. “Yeah,” she breathed. “Okay. Yeah, I get off at six.”
Ellie’s apartment smelled like a den. A hot, lived-in, animal den. Maya stepped inside and her knees nearly buckled. The scent hit her like a warm blanket, wrapping around her brain, smothering her goth aloofness in an instant. Brianna and Kendra were curled on the sofa, collars on, watching with quiet interest.
“Snacks?” Maya whispered, her eyes wide and dark.
“Basically a feast,” Ellie said, guiding her to the kitchen table, where she’d laid out a spread of greasy takeout containers. “Dig in. Really. Go for it.”
Maya ate with a frantic, starving intensity, sauce smearing on her chin. Ellie just watched, sipping her water. When Maya was done, slumped and groaning, belly taut against her shirt, Ellie stood and offered a hand.
“Come on. Let’s work off some of that.”
It wasn’t a seduction. It was an absorption. In her bedroom, under the glow of salt lamp Ellie used for ambiance, Maya offered no resistance. She was pliant, eager, whispering “please” into the sheets. Ellie took her time, exploring the stunning geography of Maya’s body, committing every curve and gasp to memory. When it was over, Maya lay spent, a new, devoted softness in her eyes.
“What… what happens now?” Maya asked, her voice husky.
Ellie patted her head. “Now you meet your sisters.”
The next filming session was a trio. Ellie had bought a third collar, red this time. She lined them all up on the floor, three pairs of oiled cheeks facing the camera. She walked behind them like a rancher inspecting prize livestock, delivering smacks that rippled through flesh and produced a symphony of low, sonorous braps.
“This is Maya,” Ellie said to the camera, crouching down to stroke the new girl’s hair. “She’s the new recruit. Say hi, Maya.”
“H-hi,” Maya mumbled, pushing her ass back into Ellie’s touch.
“She’s learning so fast!” Ellie’s voice was dripping with fake, sweet pride. She stood, looking at the three of them, a vast landscape of obedient flesh. “And they’re all so good for me. Just a bunch of mindless, gassy, hungry piggies. Aren’t you?”
Three nodded heads. Three contented sighs.
That night, Ellie lay in bed, her phone buzzing with payment notifications. Brianna was nestled against her left side, Kendra against her right, and Maya was curled at the foot of the bed, a warm, heavy weight on Ellie’s ankles. Ellie scrolled through the comments on her latest video: “OMFG,” “I need a master like you,” “The new one is THICC.”
She put the phone down. The room was dark, quiet except for their breathing. She felt a surge of it then, not just lust or power, but a profound, giddy belonging. This was her ecosystem. Her creation. She wiggled her toes, nudging Maya’s ribs. Maya stirred, pressing a sleepy kiss to Ellie’s ankle.
“Good pigs,” Ellie whispered into the dark, a smile stretching her face until it hurt. “My perfect, nasty little pigs.”