Lying Fool - TG and Breast Expansion
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DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea join the Discord ServerLying Fool - TG and Breast ExpansionDeacon couldn't help himself - lying was like breathing. His average build, short brown hair, and unremarkable features made him blend into any crowd, perhaps fueling his co…
Deacon couldn't help himself - lying was like breathing. His average build, short brown hair, and unremarkable features made him blend into any crowd, perhaps fueling his constant need to embellish every detail of his life. One of three roommates in their small apartment, his tall tales had become legendary and not in a good way. Sarah had finally reached her limit after two years of constant deception. From claiming he owned a yacht (he could barely afford rent) to bragging about fictional modeling contracts, every day brought new, more outlandish lies. When he started telling people he was secretly dating a famous actress, Sarah knew something had to be done. Her witch friend Marina provided the solution - a small vial of swirling purple liquid that seemed to catch light that wasn't there. "This will make the punishment fit the crime," Marina had promised with a knowing smile. "Every lie will trigger a change. The bigger the lie, the bigger the change. And the best part? He won't notice until it's too late." Sarah waited for the perfect moment. On a lazy Sunday afternoon, she carefully mixed the potion into his favorite soda while Deacon was taking his usual hour-long shower. Her hands trembled with anticipation as the purple liquid dissolved completely, leaving no trace. "Hey, Deacon," Sarah called sweetly when he emerged in his usual t-shirt and jeans. "Want some Sprite? Just opened it." He grabbed the drink without a second thought, chugging half of it. Sarah settled into her favorite armchair, ready to begin the interrogation that would change everything. "So, Deacon," she started casually, "tell me again about your college football career?" "Oh man, those were the days," he boasted, lounging on the couch. "Started every game for three seasons. Coach said I was the best quarterback he'd ever seen." The first change was subtle: his relatively fit but unremarkable frame softened ever so slightly, his shoulders lost their squared edge, and his waist was tucked in a fraction of an inch. "And you're a certified scuba instructor, too, right?" "Been teaching for years," he claimed proudly. "Just got back from training Navy SEALs, actually." His hips widened marginally, and his thighs gained a softer curve. His brown hair lengthened by half an inch, taking on a silkier texture. "What about that modeling contract you mentioned last week?" "Got three major agencies fighting over me," Deacon lied, running fingers through his unknowingly altered hair. "Might sign with Milan, their offer's better." His facial features shifted delicately, his cheekbones becoming more refined, his jaw softening, and his lips gaining a subtle fullness. His brown hair lightened several shades, taking on a distinctly rosy undertone. "And you speak five languages fluently?" "Seven, actually," he corrected with a smug grin. His neck elongated slightly, Adam's apple diminishing as his voice imperceptibly raised in pitch. His fingers became more slender, and his nails lengthened naturally. Sarah hid her smile, watching the subtle changes accumulate. The real fun was about to begin. "What about that 'famous' model you're dating?" Sarah pressed, noting how Deacon's now slender fingers toyed with his increasingly long hair. "Oh yeah, we're getting pretty serious," he boasted, unaware his voice had risen another octave. His chest tingled as breast tissue began developing, creating small mounds beneath his t-shirt. His pink hair grew past his shoulders. His waist cinched dramatically inward, creating an hourglass figure as his hips flared wider. The growing breasts pushed forward, now clearly visible through his shirt. "You said you have a startup?" "Worth about 2 million," Deacon said confidently. His face transformed further, his eyes enlarging and turning a brilliant blue, his lashes lengthening, and his lips plumping into a perfect lips. His skin smoothed to porcelain perfection. "What about that mansion in Beverly Hills?" "Just bought my second one," he claimed. His shirt grew tight as his breasts swelled larger, straining the fabric. His body had become undeniably feminine, yet he remained oblivious to the changes. "And you're still totally straight, right? Never had thoughts about guys?" "100% into women only," Deacon declared emphatically. His chest suddenly expanded dramatically, breasts growing to an enormous size that stretched his shirt to its limits. The fabric strained against his new curves. Finally, he looked down at the movement in his shirt. His eyes widened in horror as he saw two large breasts straining against the fabric. His hands flew to his chest, squeezing them. "Ohhh..." he moaned in a feminine voice, then clapped his delicate hands over his now plump lips. He rushed to the mirror, taking in his transformed appearance - the long pink hair, the stunning blue eyes, the curved figure, and especially the generous chest. Sarah smirked. "Like your new look? It suits a liar like you." "N-no! I hate it!" Deacon stammered, watc
