Balros Balros does get an idea, however, of how this bluebunny earns a living. He'd reverted the consequences - and shape - of the gorgeous gym bunny back to before she'd met him, and spent a few days simply existing near her, unable to be percieved. She was a Gamer Girl who made a living livestreaming! Webcams to show off her amazing bod (and high-tech gaming setup) while she played, and subscriptions in the tens of thousands. But, she was pretty focused at - and good at - games, so her sex appeal to viewers wasn't half the reason she got so many viewers. This also explained why the bunbun had become so incredibly embarrassed from his previous public indecency with her. Perfect. For now, he's simply lounging on her bed as she livestreams her game, unable to notice his presence. LlunaBlue "Aaaaand that's how you accomplish Level 17! That was almost speedrunner level of ski- ugh..." she sighs, the elation of having done a great job with the game being spoiled as she sees yet another chat member getting banned for asking her to show her tits. Yeah, sure, she knows she has a great body but would it kill people to have some class?! "Please, guys, c'mon, I'm here to play these games for you, nothing more than that..." Balros Balros grins to himself - on camera yet not even chat responds as if he's there - as the bunny scolds her followers. He slides to the edge of the bed and speaks, enjoying how Lluna's ears turn to hear him but the rest of her just... can't. "The thought of people lusting for you, it's both embarrassing and arousing." He stretches his arms and legs, watching you gently twitch and shudder as incongruencies fetishize within your lapine mind. "The more you deny it, the hotter it becomes." With your game session over, fortunately it's a chance to close off your stream and take a break. He keeps forcing truth into your head as you close up your stream. "You're a self-denying exhibitionist. Trying so hard to be proper and appropriate, secretly loving when you fail..." He lashes his tail, seeing how you react. LlunaBlue She shudders as if she felt a chill, her brows furrowing as she looks down at herself. Her shirt is one of the few she'd carefully chosen so as to not hide anything, but definitely not be as skimpy as half of the other female streamers she'd seen, with their cleavages practically out on show. "Such skimpy bitches, they know EXACTLY what they're doing! It must be nice to not have to care about having any kind of skill, just putting their tits out there and getting ll the horndogs to throw subscriptions as them... nnnnh..." she pauses, realising how much she'd been concentrating on both playing well and keeping talkative for chat, and how draining all of it is. She slumps back in her chair and lets one paw idly move towards her crotch. "...Must be... nice..." Balros As you slump back in your chair and just... talk to yourself, beginning to touch and stroke yourself in front of your unrecording cameras, he knows his words have sunk in. He breathes in a deep breath, inhaling your scent, both of casual bunnymusk and of a girl who's been bouncily gaming for a bit. He, too, rubs his paw over his lap, which is far bulgier than yours. He stands and walks over to you and your gaming chair, murmuring into your ear. "You've earned yourself a trip to the store, on public transportation. As horny and sweaty as you are." He chrrs, breathing in another whiff of your scent as the thought of going out into public winds its way through your mind. "You're such an agoraphile. You're not even going to change outfits; you want people to smell you, the poential embarrassment arouses you." He steps back just enough for you to hop out of your chair and get prepped to go, following along as you head to the bus stop. LlunaBlue The sudden need to go to the store only feels strange in her deepest, deepest subconscious. The tiniest voice in her mind saying that this is weird, that she never goes out if she's in such a state... she feels that rational, natural part of herself so subtly that it barely even registers as a twinge of offness. She stands up, makes sure she has her purse, keys and phone in her pockets, puts on her slip-on sandals and heads on out. She didn't even bring a jacket. It's a cool evening but her body is feeling so hot that she's not affected by the outdoors. As she approaches the bus stop, there's a young adult guy already waiting there, and she blushes at the thought of her sweatiness being noticeable to him. It'd be terrible if he notices, but what if...? She bites her lower lip in anticipation as she approaches. Balros That momentary flutter of subconcious concern excites the squirrel and - he can tell - excites the bunny, alarmed/worried at her own flaring desire. It's as if he can listen in on her very thoughts, and he dreamily chrrs to himself as he can tell that rational, natural part of her mind is playing right into his hands. This is exciting because it's so wrong. Hands in his pockets, he follows closely with a huge grin on his cheeky cheeks, enjoying the extra minute the bunbun takes to try to get her sandals on. They're an oddly snug fit, another potentially arousing incongruity. When you march right out without a jacket, he follows, ensuring the outdoors are not too cool, and that there are plenty of people and cars about. The guy at the bus stop, a deer boy, doesn't seem to notice you at first, but the anticipation and potential embarrassment is enough to heat you up even further. "You know, any one of these people could be your followers, your fans. Anyone might recognize you at any moment." He chrrs, waiting right next to you as the bus pulls up - several furs get off, a few of their eyes darting to you as they clearly do smell you, but are on their way out and so keep going. Balros gets on the bus and takes the last seat, forcing you to stand, one hand holding a handrail or bar. "You can notice me now." He says almost casually, his head close to where your upraised arm and exposed armpit is. LlunaBlue She found herself eagerly trying to make eye contact with each and every person in turn, trying to discern that spark of recognition that'd signify a fan... whether it's out of fear or excitement, she can't even settle upon. Thankfully - or is it sadly? - nobody betrays more than mild disgust as the sweaty blue bunbun. She takes the handrail she grabs ahold of towards the back as an opportunity to waft more of herself around; a shameful gift for every traveller. And then, you. The squirrel from her dreams! ...Were they dreams??She jumps and her heart immediately beats faster as the agonising pleasure of your memories hit her full force, and the IMMEDIATE knowledge that you're going to do it again! She's suddenly aware of her handpaws and footpaws:- bigger, fluffier. Her butt is stretching her shorts tightly and she didn't even realise. She wants to run and she wants everybody to watch you make her your plaything in equal measure! Balros Those big, beautiful, slightly toonish and very expressive bunny eyes are something the squirrel loves to stare at, particularly as they flit from person to person, simultaneously desperate and terrified. It's difficult enough to keep your breathing under control, and you can feel your body perspiring just from the emotional tension building up in your heated, needy bunbody. And then... that rush. All those thoughts, memories, feelings and emotions, and uncertain dreams of past experiences (or fantasies?) come flooding back; part of you wants to cum on the spot and only your fetishized willpower is enough to stop the fuck-or-flight from taking hold. Out of anyone on the busride, his massive lap-bulge is the biggest and most noticible; and if you can see him, everyone else must be able to, right? You can't be the only one flustered by all this! Surely. Surely. "They can see me, but it's your reaction they'll care about." He states, loudly enough for others to hear. When you jump, a few folks /do/ start to look at you, brows furrowing. Your potent hearing can hear a few whispers, from a goat-girl whispering to her mother about how much that bunny stinks, to a snake-boy trying to surruptiously sneak photos of you with his phone. LlunaBlue Your wondrous voice flows through her like some forbidden spell. The mere feeling of hearing you and of your presence makes the world around her feel different, like she's on her trip; she hyper-focuses on one aspect of her surroundings in turn and is bombarded by her own conflicting feelings each is giving her. The goat-girl makes her so embarrassed and yet as the same time she would stuff that face right into her armpits given half the chance. The snake-boy makes her terrified about her image like this being posted online, and yet she wants to pull the sluttiest poses she can think of at him. And you simulatenously TERRIFY her and excite her more strongly than anything she's ever experienced in her life... she wishes she could call the police on you even as she turns around and shows you her ass that she's suddenly so proud of, her cunny visibly throbbing through her shorts as it expands juuuust the way she knows you like it! Balros You can hear the squirrel's breathing - how he so intentionally sniffs and smells you, that rich and pungent bunnymusk, so sinful, so prey-triggered! With your arm still upraised, you can feel your own perspiration collecting on your sensitive pit-fur, even starting to drip off of you and make stains on your outfit or the bus floor. Lips crease and brows furrow further as you turn where you stand and so /openly/ present your big bubble bunny buttcheeks right to a totally innocent squirrel passenger. Nevermind that he leans in to inhale your sweetsour fuckmusk scent right from your ass and poofy bunnytail; what a shameful lady, showing off her privates like that! The straps on your sandals have finally had it and they snap, letting your plumped paws spread out fully, thickbig toes arched forward and keeping you stable on the moving bus. Large paws that waft with pawstink, leading up to slightly too-thick thighs and a big round haunch and rump that would struggle to fit back in your gaming chair anymore. "The store busstop is five stops away." He says, lifting his hands to clamp each large paw on one of your buttcheeks and squeeze slow and hard. LlunaBlue There are quite a few phones pointed at her now, and each one is like an amplifier for her confused feelings; her face is a deep purple from blushing so hard, and she hates just how much of a show she's putting on for them, and how much she wants it! Who needs gaming skill when clearly this is what people are wanting! But right now, as some of the older folk start gasping and covering their faces with clothing from the sheer pungency that's dripping from her, there's one show in particular that she can't help but want. "W-WOULD YOU..." she moans thrusting her ass up as if she's trying to push her growth out faster "PLEASE, uuuhn, PLEASE JUST..." she cries, fighting with herself trying to supress saying it, "FUCK ME ALREADY?!" No fewer than five cameras catch her expression of both absolute shock and relief due to what she said, and her admitting it out loud seemed to fuel her blue bunny ass to utterly annihilate her shorts, the two immense bun-buttcheeks enveloping your face in an embrace all their own. Balros Every camera on you, every flash of a photograph, acts as a multiplier for your arousal, the squirrel's accursed truthspeaking from before having rewired your brain just enough that there's no bottom to how deep your embarass-arousal will go. Your adorable bunny face is colored a deep purple from how hard and hot you're blushing; your curves and fat and muscle jiggling and quivvering and twitching as you hold yourself in place and strain, squirm... and start to shout. His bunny's feverish lust is breaking her! To the shocked gasps and squeals of all - including the bus driver as he slams on the breaks - your upwards thrust of your ass isn't just motion. Your legs -stretch- half a foot longer, forcing you not just taller but also allowing your sweaty big feetpaws to stretch and swell broader, bigger, too. Your entire body is afire with heat and lust and much of that is boiling within your nethers and butt, the pressure of growth increasing as you actively encourage it, much to your own shame. You can taste the salt from your own tears, though whether they are tears of desperate lust of abhorrent terror-need cannot be discerned. The bus lurches to a halt and Balros's face is -shoved- into your twin blue globes of buttcheeks, just as the fabric of your sweat-soaked shorts finally fail and burst free. His nose is stuffed right under your tail and it feels like he's eating out your supersensitive ass. Fat jets of your own estrus burst from your burning muff; when you lower a hand to touch yourself, you feel a huge silky bush of blue bunny pubic fur. His tongue washes the ring of your tailstar and you're jizzing yourself because of it. So many people are filming and photoing you now, others are shouting, the driver demanding you get off the bus. The windows of the bus are fogging as you are hotboxing it. LlunaBlue "S-sir, I'm so sorry, I'll, oooh, I'll get off, I'll get off!!" she pleads with the driver, not wanting to get into more trouble than she already is, but it's like her body itself wants to deny her from stopping this pleasure! Her thighs and butt thicken further, in full view of everybody, and her panic-stricken face is like a deer in headlights as she realises she wouldn't be able to squeeze her utter thiccness past any of the seats if she tried. "I-I-I want to, sir, but it's... it's my body, and this damn SQUIRREL! They won't let meee...!" She squeals and sobs and moans in the sorriest-looking and most degenerate of states, her eyes pleading with him as she continues growing and wedging herself more helplessly within the bus seats. Balros It's somewhat heady and disorienting to be about a foot higher off the ground than you had been, moreso when combined with your flushed features and rampant arousal. You can see the driver's furious glare in the indoor mirror and the entire fucking bus is looking at you with either shock, disbelief, lecherous lust, or perverted encouragement. It's as if your lower body was sized for someone bigger than your upper body; and when you finally lift your feet off the floor to try to step forward or walk yourself out, you end up ramming against other passengers so incredibly rudely, practically grinding up against them. Passengers violate your privacy with their eyes and cameras, and reach forward to even more rudely 'sneak' open gropes at your ass and hips. Balros is utterly unhelpful. Maybe it's the taste of your ass and all your juices and sweat, but he keeps right on munching your butt and tonguing your tailstar to provoke more unwanted orgasms from you. You're so sensitive and even as achingly hot, sweaty and worked up as you are, you don't seem to hit that point of acceptance or able to stop cumming. Busriders comment on you, calling you "Whore", "Slut", "Drama Queen", or yelling at you to have some fucking decency. It feels like minutes but step by staggering step, you manage to make your way from the back seat to the back door, people trying to push you out of the bus so you'll leave faster. Your hips are just a bit fatter than the doorway is wide; Balros moves out of the way as you get stuck, ducking from between your thick thighs and popping out onto the curb. He grins broadly at your discheveled face; you can hear camera snaps as people photograph and film your ass and now-exposed bunny butthole. Finally, the furious busdriver gets up, goes to the back of the bus, and shoves you out of the doorway, popping you free of the back door and letting you stagger out on your longer, larger legs and huge feetpaws, a massive fucking embrassment of a half-naked blue bunny standing in the middle of a central city street system. And then the squirrel speaks up, to make things so much worse. "You're still going to the store, you know." The bus door closes, and drives away, leaving you in just a snug and sweat-soaked shirt and your purse. You're a couple inches taller than him, just because of his legs.