New presents, obviously.

You managed to get to bed, after all, and you find you have slept better than you have in years. And you're also in an incredible mood - after all, in the mornings, you can look forwards to some more messages from MalO. And indeed, there are two new notifications from her app on your phone. Sitting up in your bed, you grin with glee as you tap the first icon, biting your lower lip as you feel your heartbeat quicken and your cock begin to engorge.

The first picture shows MalO at the bus stop you usually use to get to the university campus, the very one you used last Friday to get to class and back home. The freaky, sexy apparition has her back to you, legs crossed at the ankles to make her hips and ass appear even wider than they are anyways, and MalO is using her arms to lift her black mane from her back, head turned sideways to give you her patented bedroom eyes. How she's got eyelids in an otherwise blank skull is anyones guess.

< We're getting ever closer, John. Soon you'll be able to touch all of this...>

You moan in pleasure as you feel the burning tightness grip you once more, this time around the hips, and push down your pajama pants to watch as MalO's newest present begins to affect you. As soon as you're done, the burning subsides, and you watch as with every heartbeat, your dick jumps and throbs - and your hips widen. Your ass was already huge and soft and jiggly, but with your hips now slowly adding to the circumference of the thicc globes, your proportions become ever more exaggerated, your body remolding itself to a shape built for sex.

And you can't wait. You need more. You want all MalO can give you, and then some. Opening the second picture even as your hips continue to swell, you feel your cock strain and moan deeply at the sight of MalO in one of your uni classrooms, sitting at one of the tables - or rather slouching. Her gargantuan breasts rest on the tabletop, bulging up and against her hands which she has put on top of their soft swell, cleavage hidden my the stark white bone of MalO's muzzle lying on her bust, eyes closed and tongue sticking out.

< Ooooh, class is hard. And when I think about hard, I get horny :P >

Indeed, MalO's nipples are fiercely erect, as are yours, poking into your pajama top - but not for long, as you quickly pull up your top, just in time for the familiar burning sensation to grip your tiny bust. You drop your phone and grip the sheets besides your hips tightly, arching your back as if to present your tits to someone, even if it's just you... and you want to watch them grow, with nothing in the way.

"Yuh-yessss~..." You hiss as the searing ache fades and your tits begin to expand, rising and falling with your every breath.

But they're falling less and less far every time, rising proudly on your chest as they climb the cup sizes and your soft hips begin to push into your arms, your breath hot and bothered as you feel your dick begin to leak pre in the copious amounts you're used to by now. Where your tits defied gravity so far due to their small size, they now begin to succumb to it, drooping deeper on your ribcage as they swell into enticing, jiggling orbs, your nipples struggling to keep up - they begin to look ever smaller on your growing bust, even though the nipples themselves are undeniably bigger than before.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom, I--"

You jump as your alarm goes off, quickly swiping to stop the music even as you pant lustfully, your expanding tits jiggling on your chest. There's nothing more you want than masturbate right now, use the copious amounts of pre once again covering your crotch to stroke yourself to climax, but there's one thing you need to do a bit more urgently: Go to class. Because if you don't, the upcoming exams are gonna break your neck, metaphorically. There is a brief interal struggle, but the thought of your future wins out after the pro 'going to uni' side brings up the fact that you can just masturbate after uni and let the anticipation build the entire time.

Getting up, you stumble and stagger around your apartment to find some clothes that fit you, equilibrium thrown off by wider hips and the jiggle of these two surprisingly heavy boobs on your chest. Your relentlessly hard dick doesn't help either, bouncing between your thicc thighs with every step and dripping precum onto the floor as it slowly wilts during the search. The only thing you finally find that fits is, as expected, your grey track suit, even though the pants are very much overtaxed by your oversized undercarriage, previously loose and billowing fabric stretched out and constricting. At least your top has a hood that you can use to hide your face - still unchanged from before - even though it feels a bit tight over your bust, with your nipples showing prominently through the front. Then again, maybe you don't need to hide your face if everyone's gonna be blinded by your highbeams.

After first looking for clothes and then struggling to squeeze your thiccified body into them, you lost enough time to have to skip breakfast, so you pick up everything you need for class and dash out of the door, only to slow down to a speedwalking pace. With your enlarged tits, even that leads to more jiggling than you expected, which at once puts a spring in your step - boobies are awesome after all - but also makes you slow down as excessive bouncing is less than pleasant.

Hood up, you finally wait at the bus stop, hands in the kangaroo pouch of your sweater, pushing your puppies together with your arms inadvertently. Staring at the ground and bobbing your head to your music, you twitch in surprise as the bus stops in front of you before getting on - and unsurprisingly, a group of guys you saw at the food court once or twice begins talking in hushed voices, elbowing each other as they throw covert glances your way that are much more conspicuous than just looking right at you.

They are the most obvious, but there is barely two pairs of eyes in the bus that doesn't at least give you a once-over, and one belongs to the bus driver. And the latter can't keep from staring at you via the rearview mirror once he notices you, and only the angry honk of a car behind the bus breaks his trance and makes him drive on. It's kinda flattering, actually, all this attention towards your assets. Makes you blush and smile. And your nipples throb.