Continue classes and think about cock.

You sit around in a daze for a while, grinning like a happy little slut, until hot, sticky stuff becomes cold, sticky stuff, which finally motivates you to clean yourself up as much as you're able with papertowels and motion sensor sinks. And of course, just as you have put away your dick and started cleaning your massive gazongas, someone comes walking in.

"Holy fuck, don't you have a shower at home?!" It's a young woman you've seen around campus a few times before - the kind of plain Jane that gets at least as many guys as the hottest girls because she seems much more approachable. "Or..."

She trails off as she wrinkles her nose - clearly she smells what happened here. Which in turn leads her to look at you with a mix of disgust and pity as she begins to make her way over to the cubicles.

"Really? Fucking in the toilets? Was your boyfriend to horny to wait or something?"

"Actually, I was too horny, and it was three guys!" You smile as you wipe the last bit of cum from your soft globes and dry yourself off while the nosy girl rolls her eyes and disappears in a cubicle. Seems your audacity and confidence took the wind right out of her sails.

Which allows you to dip out the room before she emerges again and go to your next class.

One would think having a foursome with three well-hung guys would lower your libido to manageable levels. One would think wrong. Knowing what dicks do to you only makes it harder to focus, eyes darting from male student to male student, trying to guess their dick size and shape, even though you know it's all flights of fancy and you have no way to know for sure without actually checking the contents of their pants. Which becomes ever more likely, if you're honest. Just make your way through the student body, bang all of them one after the other. Or, more likely if you're honest, in small groups.

You barely manage to follow the lectures, nipples almost poking holes through your hoodie and your dick permanently buried under your backpack so no one can tell you carry a throbbing erection between your thick thighs. Your burning face and suppressed panting aren't as easily hidden, though, even with your new black mane cascading from your hood. So you make your way through every agonizing, horny minute of class, until, around noon, as you're sitting in the very back of another lecture hall, alone in your row...

DING *bzz-bzz*

The picture shows a full lecture hall - if you're not mistaken, the very one you had your first class in today. It takes you a second to find MalO, as she's sitting in the back third of the rows, stark naked as usual, biting one of her pointer claws seductively as she gazes at you with bedroom eyes. Her left arm is under the immense swell of her breasts, lifting and pressing them together enticingly.

< My, my, you are enjoying my gifts, aren't you, John? I have one more before we get s̰̻̦̝͘er̛̝͌̚i̓͒͌͢o̵͎̜̪̿̿͡us... >

You briefly wonder what MalO means by that, before the well-known burning tightness begins again, once more centered in your breasts. You boggle at them, eyes staring down at your chest as you sink into your seat as far as possible to hide. Your tits are already so huge and heavy, stretching the fabric of your hoodie! And now they're getting even bigger?! As the burning fades and the growth begins, you feel your cock grow even harder than it already was, lifting your backpack away from your crotch.

With every heaving breath, your chest rises higher, fat and firm, weighing down on your ribcage ever more heavily, and even your nipples grow fatter and longer. Your hoodie creaks and stretches as it begins to ride up, revealing more and more of your soft stomach just so it can contain your expanding bust, which closes in more and more on your face. Not much more of this, and you'll be able to motorboat yourself!

When the growth finally stops, the front of your hoody tickles the tip of your nose, two massive funbags quite a bit larger than your head resting on your chest as you grin like a maniac and feel your cock throbbing against your backpack. This is too much. You're way too horny to stay in class. And you need to take a proper look at your changed body. Best do it at home, or else you end up banging someone else. And maybe this time, you'll get caught and have to explain what in the world happened to you.

As you duck out of the lecture hall, you hear a hushed voice behind you.

"Hey, she have these giant tiddies when she came in? 'Cause hot damn!"

The fact that virtual strangers lust after your sexed up body makes almost makes you moan.

After spending the way home in a lustful fugue, you practically throw your backpack aside and rapidly strip out of your track suit, hefting and kneading your absolutely oversized tits with gusto, making your dick throb and strain between your legs while you make your way over to the mirror built into your dresser. And when you see yourself, your grin gets even wider as you heft your tits to present them to yourself, lightly jiggling them up and down.

You are enormous in all the best ways. Massive tits hang proudly from your chest, almost to heavy for your slender arms to lift, only enhancing your narrow waist that soon flares out into ridiculous hips leading to thighs that could smother a man without any trouble. Between them rises your largely unchanged cock, fiercely erect and jumping with every beat of your heart, precum oozing from the tip in clear droplets than run back down your length. Only your face is unchanged, half hidden by a flowing black mane of hair with a fringe that almost reaches your nose and hides your eyes.

It takes you almost ten minutes of turning this way and that, grabbing your wobbling ass cheeks to squeeze the soft orbs, caressing your silky skin and enjoying the shivers of lust running through you to realize that you know this body. You've seen it before, albeit not with your rosy skin.

You look exactly like MalO. At least proportions-wise.