Madison smelled the guy before she saw him.
She didn't think that much body odor could come from such a small source, but there it was, creeping into her nose and causing her stomach to do a somersault.
Down in the box was quite possibly the most disgusting man Madison had ever seen. He was in his late 30s, with scraggly long brown hair that was beginning to bald at the top, a beard that grew in patches, and covered with sweaty grease and body hair. He'd shipped himself naked and masturbated on the way, which was in no way unusual and sometimes flattering, but seeing his jiggly, sausage-like body roll over the crusty patches of dried semen when she tilted the box was almost enough to make her retch. The worst part was that this guy was 4 inches tall, the max height for a tiny, and his belly added significant girth. No matter where the stream had her stick him tonight, it was going to be painful.
Something had gone wrong with shipping, too. There were none of the usual supplies that shipped along with the box, and the tiny toilet system was notably absent. In it's place was a filthy pile where the tiny man had been doing his business, and it stained through to the outside of the box.
Madison put on her game face. "Hi! Glad you could make it, I-"
"I love you." The tiny man said. "I know you probably hear that from asshole guys all the time, but I really mean it. I've bought all your vids and I've been watching you every night for a month. I've bought six pairs of panties from you and I put my seed in them like a real man should. I could be a great boyfriend if you'd..."
Madison's attention drifted, only one customer had bought six pairs of her panties. This was Greg.
Greg was one of her best tippers, he bought a lot of merch and custom videos too, but he was a pest. He sent her page-long confessions of his love every day, which she'd long stopped replying to or even reading. He sent hateful replies when she stopped responding, calling her a bitch and a cunt and a useless whore. He sent her his bank statements to prove that he spent more money on her than he did his rent.
Madison could have sworn that she had blocked Greg, especially from getting shipped to her, but the only thing she was wishing right now was that he had used one of the innumerable jars of bath water she'd sent him to clean himself up.
"...and I really am sorry but if you check your account I think you'll be able to forgive me. Please? Princess?" Greg looked up, hopeful.
That last part caught Madison off guard. She checked her phone and sure enough a sum had been deposited into her account that was at least as large as everything Greg had spent on her to this day. Her shocked grin almost turned back into a retch when she looked back at Greg and saw him staring up at her, masturbating.
Madison knew that she should reject this little bastard for her own dignity if nothing else, but the sum Greg had sent her was huge. She hated herself for what she was about to do.
"A-alright Greg, but just this once. Now, let's get you cleaned up..."
What does the chat want Madison to do with Greg?
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