Another dick upgrade? Don't mind if I do

The Fool commands you. As much as you may worry that this indicates you're slightly obsessed with your own genitalia, you purchase Hold Your Fire, leaving you at a nice 250 gems. Though you don't feel any changes immediately, you know that when you wake up tomorrow morning you're going to basically have a dick with superpowers. And you can't put a price on that.

The next morning, you wake up as energetic as the day before, ready to embrace all of life's opportunities. This app is doing wonders for your attitude. You quickly shower and dress yourself in what you know is the same kind of clothes you always wear, but you're pretty sure they fit you a bit differently now. Which isn't surprising considering your physique. Even if you're just wearing a T-shirt and jeans, the fact that the shirt stretches out over your pecs more than usual isn't lost on you. You're almost sad that you have to cover up your smoking new bod with your jacket, but concerns about the cold January weather wins out over your desires to show off. Hopefully there will be a chance for that later.

You go to pick up Morgan, arriving right on the dot at 11:30 AM. Same as you did a couple days before, you text her when you're outside her house. It's not long before she's walking out of her home and making her way to your car.

She certainly hasn't taken the opportunity to dress up. She's wearing another black hoody, this one a pullover, with a matching pair of black jeans and black sneakers. You guess this is "Goth Casual" then, and what you saw last time must've been a "Goth Date" outfit. Regardless, she's as beautiful as she always is, and she's got her usual makeup on.

Actually, now that she's getting into your car, you're beginning to realize there is something different about her. Even though her hoody is pretty baggy, her chest looks far more pronounced than it was on your date. It even seems... larger? It's hard to tell, really. Maybe she's wearing a padded bra? That'd be a strange choice, considering she doesn't appear to have any cleavage showing. Maybe her top under the hoody is a bit skimpier, and she's just dressing for the cold. While it's nice to know that apparently she's trying to look nice for you, the more you consider it, you realize it doesn't really add up with the way she carries herself. Since when has she ever dressed for anyone but herself?

"Hey Jason," she says as she gets in your car.

"Hey Morgan," you reply.

"I've got the address in my phone, so I can give you directions."

"Cool," you say as you put the car in drive and pull away. "So I'm free until around six if you want to do something after."

"Yeah, sure."

"I like your outfit by the way. Didn't imagine you to be the type to wear jeans."

"Yeah, I wear a lot of shit," she says quickly, as she cocks an eyebrow at you. She seems a little... confused? "Notice anything else about me?"

"Umm..." you say, and take a moment at a stop sign to look over at her in more detail. She... looks like Morgan? Her jet black undercut hair, her nose ring, her slightly sarcastic smile; it's all as you remember it. The only noticeable thing about her is the padded bra, obviously, but you're not going to walk into that minefield. "No?" you answer lamely after a moment of silence.

"Bullshit," she replies. "I saw you checking out my tits."

"Well," you answer her, stumbling over your words, "I-I wasn't gonna say anything, but you know... you do you, I guess?"

Again, she looks confused. "What? Are we talking about the same thing?"

"What are you talking about?" you reply.

She sighs in exasperation, and after a moment of indecision, pulls her hoody over her head. It's a good thing you're at a red light at the moment, because if you weren't you very well may have crashed.

Her simple black T-shirt is stretched, far more than yours is, over what can only be called a pair of massive tits, enough so that she's got a bit of her abdomen showing. Seeing as you've never lived with a girl before your cousin, you're not exactly knowledgeable about bra sizes, so it's hard to peg exactly what size they are. Big? Huge? Stupendous? All accurate descriptors as far as you're concerned. They're certainly larger than any girl you've dated before. Of course, with Morgan's petite frame, average sized breasts would probably look large on her. But even accounting for that, these are gigantic. You could give one a good squeeze and it'd definitely overfill your hand. It's obvious she isn't wearing a bra; you'd be able to see the outline of the cups on a shirt this tight. They seem pretty firm as well, jutting out from her with just enough sag to let you know they were natural. Well, as natural as a pair this size can be.

Quite simply, they are a set of Great Stonking Tits.

And that means that your math skills have, unfortunately, failed you once again.

"UHHHH," you say. Actually, it's less like you said a word and more like you allowed the sound to stumble out of your mouth like a drunk down a flight of stairs.

"Oh shit, you actually didn't notice," she says in complete surprise as she goes to put her hoody back on. "My bad for not believing you."

"The fuck?" you inquire.

"Yeah, they started feeling a bit swollen a few days ago," she says matter-of-factly, her breastful bounty now hidden beneath its cotton prison once more. "I mean, obviously this is more than 'a bit', but it's like, fuck."

You shake your head and get back to driving, thankful that you can will your trouser snake back into dormancy. You were kind of hoping to take that power for a test run later, but at the moment you're glad you bought it.

"So... is that what this doctor's appointment is about?" you ask, as tactfully as you can.

"Yeah. I mean, this isn't fucking normal, that's for sure." she elaborates. "Made the appointment yesterday. Actually, now that I think about it, I'm surprised you didn't notice them on our date."

"Well it's not like I've seen you in anything other than a polo before," you answer honestly. "I just figured you were bustier than you looked."

"Pff, I wish. I've always been pretty flat. Well, until this, obviously," she says, hefting them for emphasis.

"Ah," you say, surprised at how well she's taking her sudden growth. "You don't seem too worried about it."

"Nah," she says, waving her hand dismissively. "They don't hurt or anything. Seeing the doctor was Mom's idea. I just want to know what the fuck kind of genetic bullshit I might have."

Well, even if you did accidentally inflate her boobs to ludicrous levels, at least she's taking it in stride.

"What about your wardrobe?" You ask. "Isn't that a hassle?"

She sneers at the thought. "I mean, it's bullshit that I had to ask my mom for money, but whatever." She adopts her usual wry smile a moment later, as though a thought just entered her head. "On the bright side, we can go underwear shopping later."

"Sounds fun," you say, your voice cracking somewhat, forcing you to cough a moment later to cover it up.

Today's going to be another interesting day, isn't it?