Leslie walked into the photo shoot room expecting the worst. The 5 foot male frigatebird needed the cash, though, and he certainly had the proper build to pose as a male model. He didn’t quite know what they wanted him to pose - men’s fashion, the ad stated. He was prepared for just about anything. The black plumage on his arms ruffled slightly when the door closed behind him with an unsteady creak.

“Welcome, welcome, please, feel at ease here,” the wolf with red stripes declared, a digital camera suspended on a fabric collar hung from his neck, the lens of the device pointed away from the canine’s torso towards the white walls. “Now this is just a test photo-ops, so don’t worry too much about the outcome. We just want to see if you’ve got the poses and the look for what the catalog requires. You’ll be modelling male underwear, so you’ll need to get undressed and put on what we show you. By the way, my name’s Blazerwolf.”

The wolf spoke far too fast for Leslie to pick up all the details of the job, save for the point about having to model for underwear. “I have to take off my clothes then?” the avian stammered, his chest inflating slightly under his collar. The poor bird had the unfortunate habit of puffing up his body with air when he grew nervous. Frigatebirds naturally possessed the ability to impress females by puffing up their chests. Leslie just tended to swell up when he got nervous, or startled, or rattled. He didn’t control it very well, to his charging, and it tended to result in a lot of ripped shirts.

“Yes yes, these ones in particular,” the wolf pulled a pair of purple boxer briefs seemingly out of nowhere and thrust towards the nervous Leslie. Blazerwolf never even noticed the difference in Leslie’s chest. “Just put them on while I turn around and get the lights set up.” Leslie grabbed the briefs, holding them at arms length as he eyed them suspiciously, as if they would burst into flames when least expected. Blazerwolf fiddled around about with the lights, trying to get the angles properly set up for just the right shot.

Leslie took a deep breath to try and steady himself, only making his chest larger, his entire body putting on an extra six inches. The frigatebird quickly shucked his shirt before it grew too tight for him to keep on. The red feathers of his chest looked a little stretched to try and accommodate the air contained within his pectorals. With the way they jutted out from his body over his abdominal region, Leslie could have been confused for a busty female if he wore a dress and put on a little makeup. Something he had done in the past to confuse males, in fact. A form of counter teasing to the jocks in class who would startle the bird into inflation.

His pants came off next, quickly taken off while Blazerwolf hummed to himself, focusing the bulbs and testing out various positions for the upcoming photos. Leslie’s butt was exposed for the briefest of moments before the purple undergarments slipped on over his legs, snug around the waist, though nice and loose around his thighs. The material felt so soft, silky, and thin that his jittery nerves had him thinking it was see through. Another foot jumped on to his frame, his chest nearly as far out as his beak. He turned around to face Blazerwolf, an air packed mass of avian. “I think I’m ready,” Leslie said, trying to keep himself calm with slow deep breaths. All that managed was to add one more inch at a time.

“Sounds great. Say, you’re bigger than I thought. You’ll look great in the light.” Blazerwolf pointed to the white canvas that hung on the wall and covered the floor. “Now, if you could stand on the sheet, I’ll just take a few snapshots and we’ll be done. I’ll let you know by e-mail later this week if you’ve been accepted or not.” Leslie nodded, his taloned feet clacking on the floor as he strode towards the canvas.

"Be calm, Leslie," he told himself. "Stay calm. It’s just a picture. It won’t even see print. You need the money, Leslie. Just stay calm."

“Now put your hands on your hip and pose,” Blazerwolf instructed. Leslie followed the instructions, though his beak was split into a rather nervous grin. “Relax, look natural.” Leslie didn’t know how to look natural and pose at the same time. He tried to curb his smile. “Perfect! Just like that, hold it!”

The moment the camera flashed, Blazerwolf found himself resting atop a pair of bouncy red pectorals, looking eye to eye with the massive frigatebird. In his panic of the moment, Leslie inflated himself to massive proportions, his body surging in height to the point where he filled the tall room from floor to ceiling, his chest pushing into the wall of the opposite side. Leslie’s expression, sheepish and embarrassed, had Blazerwolf feeling anything but bad for the poor bird.

“Uhm, how about we take five?” Blazerwolf stated from atop the cushion of inflated muscle that formed Leslie’s chest. The wolf tried to keep a brave face, the ground far below him, though mostly blocked by the reasonably squishy pectorals. He got on to his hands and knees, feeling how the red feathered chest sagged under his comparatively light weight. His camera rested on the left pec, the wolf’s striped tail helping him to balance as he tried to get back on his feet.

The movement startled Leslie, causing another brief surge of expansion. This knocked Blazerwolf off his feet, and the inflation caused the canine to get pinned to the wall, Leslie’s head smacking into the ceiling and nearly breaking through it. Both of them tried to remain calm in the rather extreme situation, Blazerwolf holding on to the pecs for dear life, lest he fall to the floor below. “On second thought...” the canine said, “why don’t we call it a day?” Leslie was inclined to agree.

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Another installment in the escapades that Leslie faces with his "growing" problem. Here's a digital coloured sketch that I got of my Great Frigate bird character, Leslie. Just like his real life counterpart, he has the ability to inflate his chest, although at times it can lead to embarrassing and/or comedic situations. And as you can see, Leslie got SO big that he BROKE the 4th wall with his bulgy pecs/breasts. XD

Leslie, the Great Frigate Bird is © to moi,  tigerclawwi
Story written by  nuclearfusion
Art and Blazerwolf © to  amonomega