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More Than A Fan - Chapter 7
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"Hi," Becca called from the doorway, standing in a sexy pose and licking her lips seductively. "Miss me?"
"Always," Tom answered with genuine feeling. He was really getting used to being with Becca, and when she performed out of town without taking him along, it was almost agonizing.
"I see you're ready for bed," she observed, noting that he was in his robe. "I'll be right in." She walked through his room and into her own bedroom.
"How was the concert?" Tom called out, making small talk.
"Fucking fantastic!" Becca replied enthusiastically. "They loved my new song, so I think I'll release it as a single and see how it does on the charts."
"It'll be a hit."
Becca scoffed. "You'd say that a recitation of ancient fucking poetry would be a hit for me! It means that I'll probably have to start working on a video to go with it," she joked. "With all your compliments, you're just trying to suck up."
Tom laughed. "That's in a little bit," he said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
In a few moments, Becca stood in an alluring pose in the doorway, wearing a red leather corset, a black garter belt, and red silk stockings. She saw his eyes widen. "You like?"
Tom grinned. "You look fantastic!"
"Okay, let's see what you've got. And I want a nice striptease," she added, moving to his bed and sitting casually against the headboard.
Tom stood and strode to the foot of the bed, wearing his robe. He began to dance and sway, twirling the tie on the robe, playing with the hem to show his legs. As Becca had expected, he was wearing his own silk stockings over his clean-shaven legs. Slowly dancing in time to imaginary music, he teasingly opened a flap of his robe, showing a cup of a lacy bra covering one of the small bumps and swollen nipples on his chest. He closed it again, looking up demurely at Becca, his eyes begging Becca for sex. He continued to sway, slipping the robe down over his shoulder like it was a sleeveless dress. Becca's crew was excited to see the lacy straps of his bra. He turned, wiggling his ass toward her and allowing her to grope him before turning, permitting his robe to slip down.
"Are you sure you don't mind wearing the bra and stockings?" Becca asked hesitantly.
Tom blushed. "Well, as long as it's a private show for you," he admitted. "I kind of need it because my, nipples are very sensitive, and some of my shirts hurt them. And it's kind of exciting. It feels, nice." He seemed to shudder with pleasure at admitting his developing fetish for wearing ladies' underwear to Becca. It seemed to make her even more assertive and passionate.
"I love it when you do it for me. You're hot!"
Tom smiled, pleased by her compliment, and then teasingly slid one bra strap over his shoulder until he was displaying the slightly-rounded bump on his chest. The other strap slid off his shoulder, and he began to massage his tiny boobs, his eyes half-shut as if in a trance.
Becca could see how much he was turned on by the little display. He was hard as a rock beneath the skimpy, lacy silk panties. "Oh, yeah. Bring it on, baby!"
It didn't take Tom much longer before Becca couldn't control herself. She tackled Tom on the bed, straddling him, and rubbing her wet panties against his, while she leaned forward and licked and kissed at his tiny tits. He was helpless to resist her ministrations.
After two rounds of sex, they lay intertwined on his bed, sweaty from their tryst. "You're so hot," Becca said breathlessly. "You don't know how much it excites me to see you do this for me."
"Anything to make you happy," Tom panted. Despite getting a lot of aerobic exercises, he was sometimes still having difficulty keeping up with her.
She twirled her finger on one of his nipples. "I told you you'd love these," she purred.
"It's, yeah," Tom agreed. "But it sometimes seems a little weird."
"Don't worry. It's just a little swelling from the supplements. It's not like you're growing real tits," she said. "When you stop taking the supplements, I'm sure the swelling would go down."
Tom hesitated. "You know," he said very softly, "sometimes, I wonder if you'd like it if they were, you know, bigger. I can't help wonder if they'd be even more fun for us." He blushed. "Linda and I talked about that in our sessions for the last week." Tom smiled. "She thinks that maybe I'm a lot more open sexually than I even knew."
"Interesting," Becca said. "What else did she say?"
Tom's cheeks turned even more crimson. "I guess I get really turned on being a little bit dominated."
Becca grinned. "We can work with that."
"I wish I didn't have to keep messing around with that cream, though," Tom said sadly. "It takes forever, and it's such a mess."
"We can get that fixed," Becca offered, "if you want."
Tom smiled. "I think I want that. I know how you hate whiskers, and, frankly, I always hated the time and mess it took to shave."
"I'll make arrangements starting tomorrow. I think you'll be very pleased with the results." Her hand had wandered back to his crotch and was rubbing him, distracting him once more.
"How's the voice training going?" Becca asked while she changed into a dominatrix outfit. She'd decided to push the dom theme a little bit more once Tom had admitted that he found it exciting. Their play wasn't into bondage or S&M, but it was very clear that Becca had the dominant role in their sexual play.
"Not bad," Tom said. "But it seems a little weird."
"Weird? How?
"She's still got me doing a lot of falsetto and higher-pitched speaking. It's almost like she wants to make me sound like a girl."
"No," Becca said with certainty. "Those exercises help extend your vocal range to get you used to a wider range of singing." She strutted to the doorway of her bathroom, standing in a very dominating, self-confident pose. "Now, how's my little plaything doing?"
"I'm ready to keep you happy, mistress," Tom answered meekly.
"Talk to me like your voice coach is teaching you."
Tom frowned. "Why? It sounds ridiculous."
"Just try. Let's see what you sound like."
Tom focused a bit, and he looked like he was swallowing a couple of times. "You mean like this?" he asked, his voice at a higher pitch and lacking the deep resonance of a male voice. "See, it sounds silly."
Becca couldn't help herself; she tackled him and began to passionately kiss him. "That sounds so sexy!" she gasped between kisses.
"It sounds silly," Tom protested. "It's not a singing voice. I sound like a girl!"
Becca continued to kiss and nibble at him, moving down to his chest, where she practically tore off his lacy training bra so she could suck and kiss his nipples. "It sounds sexy!" she added. "Keep talking to me like that. Talk dirty to me."
Tom's eyes went wide with surprise, and then, aroused by Becca's tender touch and licking, began to breathe heavily, professing as he did so how excited he was and how sexy Becca was. He declared, still in a breathy, feminine voice, how much she was turning him on.
As Becca tore off his panties, Tom slipped into his normal vocal register. "You excite me so much."
Becca frowned and squeezed his balls a bit, enough to get his attention. "Naughty, naughty," she reproached him. "You aren't talking like you're supposed to."
"But?" Tom tried to protest. Judging by the firmness in his crotch, he was even more turned on by her dominance. Another squeeze, more uncomfortable than the last, changed his mind. "I'm sorry, mistress," he pleaded in his breathy feminine voice. "I won't do it again."
"Damned right, you won't," Becca said with conviction. "Moan like a little girl," she said, as she impaled herself on his excited manhood, both satisfying her own raging lust and rewarding him for being submissive and using his voice training, while Tom moaned and gasped like a girl in heat.
"You're kidding!" Tom protested as Becca strutted toward him from locking the door to her dressing room. It was after another sold-out, very successful concert, and Becca was visibly in need of some sexual satisfaction.
"We're about the same height, and with your diet, you're pretty trim. Try it."
"I'll look silly!" Tom protested weakly.
Becca glided to his side, her eyes gazing deeply into his, as her hand slid to the front of his trousers. "No, you won't," she said, rubbing his firmness and licking her lips. "And I can tell that you're interested in the idea. Besides, no one but me will see you."
Tom saw the lust in her eyes and decided he could play along with her game. He took the clothing from her hands with a sigh. "You're just full of surprises, aren't you?" he said to her as he draped the clothes across the back of a chair and then began to peel off his own clothing. He saw Becca leering at him when he exposed his bra, but he had long ago quit feeling embarrassed – as long as he could wear something loose or baggy, no one but him and Becca knew. His bra was pink and lacy, concealing the little breasts growing on his chest, which were exposed as soon as Tom slipped the bra straps off his shoulders. He saw Becca licking her lips as she gawked at the dark, enlarged nipples capping the little mounds. He smiled, blushing a little as he realized the effect he was having on her. Her lust for him, in turn, was getting him thoroughly aroused. He dropped his bra onto the chair with his shirt.
Tom turned demurely away from Becca, teasing her by hiding his nude chest as he began to take off his pants. He'd noticed that, despite the fact that he was still slowly losing weight, his pants seemed a little tighter across his rear end. The result was that his derriere wiggled when he pried the pants down over his hips.
"Wiggle that butt for me, babe!" Becca encouraged him in a lusty voice.
Tom grinned and added a couple of extra wiggles as he slid his trousers down, exposing a pink, lacy pair of panties that matched his bra, a garter belt, and a pair of dark fishnet stockings. He also had a patch on his thigh – a hormone patch to increase his breasts' sensitivity and size. He'd been wearing the patches for several weeks, and they were having an effect – a slow effect, but an effect nonetheless – on his breasts. If he minded what the hormones were doing to him, it didn't show in his expression. He turned, boldly displaying his body, thrusting his chest out, as he stepped out of his pants.
Becca's eyes were full of desire. Tom merely grinned and began to pull on the clothing that Becca had asked him to wear. It was one of her sexiest costumes from her stage performances. As he slid his legs into the costume, he felt a thrill course through his body. It was so damned sexy and felt so silky and erotic on his smooth, hairless body. He turned, letting Becca fasten the two buttons in the back. He stepped back, turning partially toward her, one leg extended in a pose that Becca had taught him.
Beneath the semi-sheer fabric, Tom's nipples were partly visible, and, for a moment, as he followed Becca's gaze to his chest, he felt a pang of disappointment that his own chest didn't fill out the costume, as well as Becca, did. On the other hand, he mused, he really filled out the crotch, especially since the fabric and Becca had made him so thoroughly aroused. His long, hairless legs, clad in sexy fishnet hose, extended down from the high-cut hem of the costume, showing his red garters as he moved and the hem moved up.
Becca couldn't control herself any longer. She lunged at Tom, nearly knocking him over, and taking his head firmly between her hands and kissing Tom frantically. "God, you're so fucking hot!" she panted.
Tom smiled coyly, enjoying the effect he was having on Becca. "I thought you wanted to see if I could strut around and sing?"
Becca's eyes widened at Tom's willingness to go along with her kinky game. "I don't know if I can control myself," she said, forcing herself to take a half step back. "But yeah, I want to see what you can do."
Tom imagined the beat of one of Becca's songs, the one she wore this costume for, and began to sway rhythmically in time with the imaginary music. All the dance steps as part of the exercise, plus all their dancing at the clubs, helped as he tried to make his movements sexy and seductive. He began to sing Lie to Me Tonight, using all his voice training to hit the notes and sound breathy and sexy in his higher, feminine voice. It was a slower, seductive number that spoke of a girl in need of attention and passion and hoping to be seduced. He was so focused on the lustful music and movement that he was barely aware of how aroused he was getting from this private performance.
No sooner had Tom sung the last note than Becca eagerly wrapped herself around him, frantically kissing and touching him in her passionate need, a need that was heightened by how seductively Tom had sung her song and how he'd danced. She pushed him back until he was sitting on a chair, and she planted herself in his lap, still kissing and pawing at him. "You make me so fucking horny!" she whispered breathily in his ear. One hand slipped inside his costume top and found one of Tom's nipples. He was already rock-hard from his little kinky performance, and once Becca started touching him, he writhed uncontrollably with his own desire.
"Where the hell are you?" Diedre's angry voice rang through the house. Her footsteps on the stairs echoed loudly as if to punctuate her displeasure.
Tom stood before his dresser, pawing desperately through the drawers. He couldn't find any of his workout clothes.
"Well?" Diedre asked from the door of the bedroom.
Tom glanced and saw her impatient glare. "I can't find my gym clothes," he pleaded with her. "I think it's in the laundry."
"You're going to get sweaty anyway, so wearing sweaty clothes won't hurt."
"But the service picked up our laundry last night. It won't be back until this afternoon." Tom was distressed at Diedre's unhappiness; when she was unhappy, his workout was unhappy – and grueling.
Diedre scowled and then stomped to Tom and grabbed his hand. "Come on," she snapped, tugging him behind her, confused. Tom was startled when she pulled him into Becca's bedroom, to her closet. She obviously knew the house well enough; she pulled one of Becca's leotards from a hanger and tossed it to Tom. "Put this on."
"But this is Becca's!' he protested. "I can't."
"Since you got rid of that extra fat and toned your core, you're close to the same size," Diedre pointed out. "And it's a stretch fabric, so it should fit okay enough for a workout." She turned imperiously. "Downstairs in five minutes, or you get an extra hundred-fifty lunge for the next two weeks."
Tom stared helplessly at the leotard for a few seconds before he resigned himself to putting on Becca's clothes for his daily workout. Four minutes and fifty seconds later, he strode nervously into the gym.
Diedre was waiting for him, looking at her watch. "Okay, let's start stretching."
Tom stood, transfixed, gawking at his reflection in the mirror, which covered one wall.
"Let's get with it," Diedre insisted.
"Holy shit!" Tom swore softly as he stared. Without his even realizing it, his voice had shifted to his feminine range as he gazed at his reflection. His hips were rounder, more feminine, and with a narrowed waist and small bumps on his chest, in the leotard, from the neck down, he could probably pass as female. Until that moment, he'd never seen his own reflection, at least not enough to really notice. "I look like a woman!" Tom exclaimed softly.
"It's just the leotard," Diedre explained. "Now, let's get with it."
"I need to know something," Tom practically begged. "Does my hair look girlish?"
Diedre's eyes narrowed a tiny bit, almost betraying something that she knew. "Not really," she said. "It's pretty neutral. Guys wear their hair like that, too."
"But more girls, right?"
"I'm not letting you get out of your workout for some silliness about your hair," she answered with a scowl. "Now, let's get to it. You know the stretching routine. Position."
