Busted

There was an openness and honesty to Eleonore Grace that, even above her looks, drew people to her online. Bright green eyes, medium-length platinum blonde hair and a trailing braid combined with a warm smile, kind words, and a graceful demeanor which, despite not bearing a traditional figure, gave her an unmistakable air of femininity. She was friendly and optimistic to her audience, giving them advice on fashion and makeup, and dying with alarming frequency on-camera in games.

Behind the scenes "she" was also Diana's -boy-friend, Leo Russ, a fact she only learned about months after they began dating when she entered his apartment bedroom ten seconds after he had finished recording a video and found him in a midriff-exposing schoolgirl outfit.

"I can explain," Leo offered lamely.

Diana gave a casual shrug. "Okay."

He hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I dress in women's clothing, put on makeup, and stream myself online." He paused. "It... doesn't really sound good when I put it like that. Are... are you upset?"

"I'm not even mad." He froze as she approached, gently lifting the wig off his head. "You're better at this than a lot of women I know." Turning it in her hands she added, "this is really well made."

"That's not the reaction I was expecting."

"You have a hobby you enjoy that you've turned a stable income." She glanced around before spotting a styrofoam head, placing the wig on it and smoothing out the hair. "That's more than some people can say. Why, what were you expecting? Did you think I'd break up with you over this?"

"Well, no, but..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I dunno, I was kind of hoping that you'd act smug about catching me in a vulnerable moment and then use the opportunity to sexually dominate me."

Diana inched closer to him, eyes locked with his as she moved so he was between her and the bed. Gently resting her hands on his shoulders, she paused before giving him a light shove. Leo fell back onto the bed, pinned down by Diana above him as she straddled his legs, and was silenced as she lowered herself onto him and kissed him deeply. As she pulled away she slid her hands beneath his top, pushing it up as she laid kisses along his neck, trailing down to his chest. He shivered at the touch of her lips, and as her tongue flicked along his abs and over his navel he tensed up, squirming on the sheets. What came next was something else entirely, as Diana pressed her lips to his navel and blew.

A tingle spread through Leo's body, seeming to focus in his chest and backside. At first he didn't know what was happening, but as Diana moved her hands to his waist he felt his top begin to grow snug across his chest. He looked down at her, only to find his view partially blocked by curves - high, unmistakable curves that grew higher with every puff. As his newfound breasts pushed out from beneath his his top he cupped them; if he couldn't feel his hands against his own body, his skin stretching and filling, he wouldn't have believed it to be real.

He felt his hips begin to lift up as there was a faint yet steadily increasing amount of bounce to his backside. Though he could no longer see it, the tightness of his underwear told him that his thighs and ass were growing just as surely as his chest. The fabric began to pull uncomfortably tight before strands began popping, his erection held against him by its confines. He wasn't sure what to think about what was happening to him, but his body had decided regardless. As he wondered how much larger he could get, or how large Diana was going to make him, she finally relented, tracing a light circle around his navel with her finger before standing up.

"That's probably not what you had in mind," she began, giving his length a gentle pat, "but it doesn't look like you have a problem with it."

Leo took a second before pushing himself up, finding a distinct and somewhat disorienting lack of weight to his new figure. As he stood Diana gestured towards the mirrored closet door, grinning, and as he stepped towards it he found his thighs brushing against each other, to say nothing of a distracting amount of bounce both above and below his waist. He didn't realize the full extent of it, however, until he saw himself in full.

Leo would have described his new shape as "voluptuous," though that barely scratched the surface. His figure was a striking hourglass shape, top and bottom large on a positively unreal scale that he had never before seen on anyone, let alone a man, let alone himself. Massive thighs tapered up to phenomally wide hips that sharply curved back in to his normal waist, and a bobbing backside that held the back of his skirt up. His breasts had a size and roundness that made them look not entirely unlike implants, but there was no weight to them, and as he squeezed one between his hands there was a remarkable amount of elasticity and give to it.

Holding up one hand he covered part of his makeup-smudged face, trying to view himself as Eleonore with little success. "She" had a slender frame and barely-there - nonexistent, really - breasts, but the figure in the mirror was an exhibit of exaggerated sexuality. Leo had problems seeing it as himself, which probably contributed to him still being hard. Though the thought and sensation of of being this endowed wasn't exactly unpleasant.

"I can deflate you if you like." Diana came in beside him in the mirror; she tapped the top of one of his breasts, making an oddly hollow sound. "Maybe go for a more 'traditional' domination?"

He shooks his head. "This is..." Several words sprang to mind; he chose the most guarded of them. "...interesting. I kind of want to stay like this for a while."

A smirk briefly appeared on her lips. "Did you want some different clothes? I don't think the ones you're wearing are going to cut it."

"Are you offering?" He furrowed his brow. "Would yours even fit?"

"Maybe my old ones," she replied with a shrug. "I used to weight a little more than I do now."

Leo cupped his chest, comparing it with Diana's. She wasn't even close. "Sure, but-"

"Five-fifty."

He blinked. "Really?"

"Well, more like five-sixty-five."

Lapsing into silence he inspected himself in the mirror again. A thought came to mind and he hooked both thumbs into either side of his underwear. "On second thought..." He gave both sides a tug, the overtaxed elastic snapping, and he shook one leg to let it slide to the floor before facing her. "I think I could use fewer clothes."

"Why's that?"

"Because it would get in the way-" Leo pulled her in, pressing her face between his breasts with a quiet series of squeaks. "-of this."

Diana laughed as she struggled to unbury her head, looking up at him. "You know what?" she began, unbuttoning her jeans. "I think -I- could use fewer clothes too."