At least your assets are no longer just ass-ets.

A fat ass is one thing, tits are another. Gaping at the perfect little mounds, you try to wrap your head around this new development, mouth working wordlessly as your thoughts whirl around your head and bounce off the insides of your skull. These boobs look great! But they're on your chest! They're not supposed to be there! You bet they feel awesome, but--

DING! *bzz-bzz*

The new picture opens automatically, and you're almost glad to have a distraction from the gently jiggling boobs under your shirt. MalO is in the university food court this time, stark naked and leaning against the salad bar as students mill about and completely ignore the furry apparition in their midst, who's giving you an admonishing look, arms crossed under her spectacular tits and tail wrapped around her legs.

< Now, now, John, is that any way to react to a present? What do we say? >

"Th-thank you!" It's as if a switch has been flipped in your brain. All the rising panic and anxiety drain away. Tits are fun! Even small ones like yours! You kinda wanna play with them right now! "Thank you for these nice boobs, MalO!"

There is a glitch, a slight distortion in the picture, and now MalO smiles out of it, making you grin in turn. MalO is the best! You'd have lost so much time overthinking things when you could be playing with your boobs - so, putting your phone on the table, you start doing exactly that. They're small, barely anything to heft and let drop back down, but they're nice and soft and sensitive. And yours.

Your very own tits, with throbbing little nipples that make you groan lustfully as you pinch them and tug on them, the sensations filling your entire body with pleasant tingles and even rousing your spent dick, making it stand at attention inside your track pants until you sport a sizeable tent. But you keep both hands firmly on your boobs, massaging them gently while your breathing deepens.

"Hnnfuuuuck~..." You were right, they do feel awesome. Pushing up your shirt so you can get at your titties directly, the sensations intensify once more. "Oooh yeah..."

While your neglected cock twitches and strains, you rub your erect nipples gently with your thumbs, gasping at the electric shocks this sends through your body, making you roll your hips involuntarily. Which of course reminds you how much bigger your ass is, and the thought is exciting enough for a tiny glob of pre to form at your tip, soaking into the farbic of your pants, followed by more and more as a wet stain spreads over your crotch.

As you pinch your nipples and tug, you can't help but feel thankful for MalO. First, she sends you all those sexy pictures, and now, she's giving you presents - a fat ass and thighs that won't quit and fun little boobies! Downloading that app was the best thing ever to happen to you. Leaning back in your seat, you bite your lower lip and continue to play with your breasts, feeling your cock strain as you squeeze them.

But as good as it feels, you're not quite getting there, actual release just out of reach. Your dick is almost unbearably hard, throbbing powerfully with every heartbeat, and the pre is flowing constantly now, making your pants slick and sticky. Just as last time, the volume is unnatural, but just as last time, you don't care. All it means is that when you abandon fondling your new funbags with both hands, your right hand finds a throbbing dick that's coated so liberally with pre that every stroke fills the room with lewd slurping sounds.

"Ffffhaaaanh~..." You can't keep yourself from moaning, one hand on your cock and one on your breasts, squeezing and rubbing, dancing from one of your tiny mounds to the other. "Oh... god..."

Your breathing is deep and lustful, every breath a moan as lust fills your entire body, much less focused in your crotch than you are used to. You're burning up, aching to be touched, on your breasts, on your ass, your thighs, yearning for someone's caress, face hot and jaw slack. You feel your legs shake as you slowly and sensually stroke yourself, breastflesh yielding under your palm as you massage yourself, toes curling...

"Uuhaaaanngh~!"

You can barely breathe under the **** of lust, your back arching as shivers of bliss run over you, as you writhe on your chair until you almost fall off - and yet, there is no cum at all shooting from your straining dick, just more and more slimy pre bubbling from the tip. Your crotch is soaked as you keep stroking, keep cumming, panting and gasping, until you finally can't take any more and collapse onto your chair, fighting to catch your breath.

"That... that was intense..." You mumble, raising your pre-coated hand and splay the fingers, marveling at the thick, glistening strands connecting your fingers.

One thing is for sure: You are exhausted. Positively pooped. So you'll go watch a few episodes of your latest show and then go to bed. If you don't fall asleep in front of your PC in the middle of your show.