Not without distractions.

Lunch goes by without any new pictures - not surprising, as MalO seems to send them with at least a few hours between them - and studying resumes without incident. But not without issue: Somehow, for the entirety of your hours-long studying session, every few minutes you think back to one of MalO's hot pics. It's almost like a compulsion, but then again, each and every one of her pictures is a banger. Makes you want to bang her.

The pun makes you wince, even though you made it yourself and only in your mind, but to your luck, MalO sends the next picture to save you. As usual, it's great: MalO is standing somewhere in the stacks of the campus library, leaning against the shelves, legs spread and pencil skirt hiked up to reveal the enticing pink of her snatch. One hand mauling her left breast through the thin fabric of her button-down blouse, the other spreads her black pussy lips wide open as she stares at you from half-lidded eyes burning with intensity.

< I trust you know how to handle one, Mr Doe? >

Indeed you do - at least, all your partners so far seemed to enjoy your skills with fingers and mouth. And the more you stare at the admittedly very sexy pic, the more you wish MalO was real, so you could dive between these soft thighs and...

"Hgnnh!"

Just as you think about thighs, a burning tightness sears its way through your thighs, continuing upwards through your ass. The burning at least passes as quickly as it comes, leaving you only with tightness - and a raging hardon that threatens to rip out of your pants. So before it does, you instead rip them open yourself, and find the reason for the tight sensation bulging from the waistband as you struggle and push, erect shaft flopping around as you free thighs that are swollen to abnormal proportions from their confines.

They're not red or anything, safe for the traces your suddenly too-tight pants left behind. They're just... thicc. Just like your swollen ass - it feels like sitting on a fat cushion, with some crazy sensitivity that does its own to make your cock strain without you even touching it. It's unbearable, lust overwhelming your rationality as you wrap your hand around the throbbing rod rising from between soft, jiggling thighs and begin to stroke, bubbling pre quickly making your member slick and slippery.

Your free hand gropes and massages the cheeks of your expanded ass where they bulge against your desk chair, and the sensitivity makes you bite your lower lip. Staring down at your cock as you stroke away, you are flabbergasted at the amounts of fluids you put out today, making your entire crotch sticky and wet. But as it only facilitates your rapid jerking, you see that as a plus and not as the freaky development it should probably qualified as. And it's not like it's the only freaky development.

Those massive thighs you suddenly developed are ridiculous, soft and smooth and hairless, so big that your dick looks quite a bit smaller than you're used to, but seeing as it also feels quite a bit more sensitive than you're used to, you're not at all bothered right now, panting and groaning as you buck and roll your hips, hissing in pleasure as your sensitive ass moves against the leather cushions. Your nipples and cock throb with your thundering heartbeat, and the mere touch of your shirt on against your pecs is enough to make you want more hands, having to abandon your tingling behind to rub your palm against the rock-hard nubs on your flat chest.

"The fuck's... going on?!"

No one is there to answer your gasped question, so it's all you can do to ride the way of pleasure ever higher until finally, in a climax that fills your entire body and makes your toes curl, you blast rope, hot cum splattering all over your enhanced thighs and your shirt, making you shudder in the ebbing climax. Breathing hard, you collapse back against your chair, woozy from the intensity of what happened - and the general insanity.

After all, your thighs and ass at least doubled in circumference, plus the added sensitivity.