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The morning light streamed through the bedroom window, casting a clear, bright glow across the tangled bedsheets.
The moment Elena opened her eyes, her gaze dropped directly to Alex's chest.
She didn't even ask. She reached out with a warm hand and cupped his left breast, lifting the soft flesh to test the new weight in her palm.
"They're bigger," Elena said quietly, her voice husky from sleep as she squeezed them. "Yeah, slightly bigger than yesterday night."
Alex's brows twitched at her words.
A rush of heat flooded his neck, and he turned his face away toward the pillow, his ears burning a bright red. "The... the transformation seems to have accelerated again last night."
Elena didn't pull her hand back.
Instead, her thumb brushed deliberately across the stiff peak of his nipple.
The light friction sent an electric jolt straight down Alex's spine, making him suck in a sharp, ragged breath as his back arched slightly off the mattress.
"Does it feel good?" Elena whispered, leaning closer so her warm breath brushed against his collarbone. "Yours seem to be way more sensitive than mine ever were..."
"No... stop it..." Alex tried to deny it, his high-pitched voice cracking slightly, but his body betrayed him completely. He didn't push her hand away.
Smiling at his helpless reaction, Elena slid her free hand down his side.
She traced the slow, sweeping inward curve of his narrowed waist, glided over the newly broadened flare of his hip, and moved between his thighs.
Her fingers brushed against his cock right through the thin cotton bedsheet.
She felt how thick and rock-hard he already was, and a slow, knowing smirk spread across her lips.
"You're hard again," she teased, wrapping her fingers gently around the thick outline through the fabric.
Alex swallowed hard, his chest heaving under her touch.
"You were the one to blame… you're holding me tight all night. Your hands on my chest."
"Your bare skin pressed right against mine. And now you're touching me again... How am I supposed not to react?"
Instead of answering, Elena leaned down and pressed a slow, wet kiss directly onto the upper slope of his left breast, right above his nipple. "I woke up, and you felt so soft and warm against me. I couldn't help myself."
"Having to experience both breasts and a dick, tell me how does that feel?" Her lips were hot against his pale skin.
She moved across his chest, kissing his right breast the same way before resting her cheek flat against the soft valley between them.
"Last time you fondled and sucked my breasts… like a baby, it's my turn to show you how it feels to get sucked," She kept both hands cupped firmly around his heavy breasts, kneading them with a slow, possessive rhythm.
"I'm starting to really like this version of you, Ally. I always wanted to have a little sister!"
"Well, you're actually acting like an erotic sister right now," Alex muttered, his breathing turning shallow. "Can't you stop it?"
"Who was the one to blame? It's your sweet smell... that's making me crazy about you?" Elena giggled against his skin, lifting her head to look into his eyes with a lustful smile. "Do you wanna do it again before we get up?"
Alex's heart began to hammer against his ribs.
He could clearly see the blue holographic system panel still hovering at the very edge of his vision, with that 91% number glowing like a silent, flashing warning.
He knew his body too well now.
One more intense, full-body climax, one more massive surge of emotional energy from Elena, and his Ecdysis would cross the threshold into Phase Three.
He didn't know exactly what that phase would feel like in practice, but he could guess that Phase Three should be 'Short Term Physical AniMorph', the stage where his Dick would begin a slow, irreversible shrinkage until it transformed completely into a female organ.
The Empress's dark, anticipatory laughter from last night echoed in his ears, making him genuinely nervous about pushing himself over the edge right this second.
Still, as Elena's thumbs stroked back and forth across his stiff nipples, slow and deliberate, he couldn't bring himself to push her away immediately.
He just lay there in the bright morning light, naked, soft, and throbbing hard beneath the sheet, letting her hands explore his body for a few moments.
"Nope, that is not happening, you got work to do... and I also need to go somewhere else," Alex quickly denied her, finally gathering enough willpower to say no.
"No way, I had to take you out… Even if I had to take a leave in the afternoon." However, he still pushed himself upright, sliding out from under Elena's arms before she could lock him down for round two.
He reached across the nightstand, grabbed a clean, fluffy white towel, and hurriedly wrapped it securely around his torso.
Alex didn't even notice that he didn't tie the towel around his waist like a man; he pulled the fabric high up under his armpits and tucked it tightly over his chest, wrapping himself exactly the way a woman does to cover her breasts.
Elena fell back onto the mattress, laughing out loud as she watched him practically sprint toward the bathroom, his face burning bright red from her teasing.
Once the bathroom door clicked shut, she lazily stretched her legs, climbed out of bed, and gathered her scattered clothes from the floor.
She slipped into her nightgown and hurried out of his bedroom, heading straight back to her own room before her father John or her brother woke up and came upstairs.
In the bathroom, Alex directly stepped under the hot spray of the shower, letting the steaming water wash away the heavy scent of sweet pheromones and the sticky aftermath of their intense night together.
Every droplet of water striking his chest felt heavy and distinct, a reminder of just how much skin his newly expanded body now possessed.
He began to wash himself clean, but also secretly measured the changes.
Ten minutes later, Alex turned off the faucet, dried himself off, and wrapped the clean towel tightly around his breasts once again.
He unlocked the bathroom door and stepped back into his quiet bedroom.
Standing in front of the full-length wardrobe mirror, Alex froze as he thought of something.
He looked at his own reflection, feeling completely helpless.
The intense physical development that happened to his body in just a single day and night was mind-staggering.
His breasts expanded way too much in such a short window.
They completely bypassed the standard B-cup range and exploded into heavy, full C-cups or D-cups.
The round, firm, and plump mounds sat proudly on his chest, dense with soft, heavy flesh that actually pulled at his skin and demanded real undergarment support.
He felt that a simple cotton bandage or a rogue cloth, even if tied very tight, could never hide them.
Not to mention the other clothes; even the upper edge of the towel was stretched tight across his cleavage, barely containing the swelling curves.
It wasn't just his breasts.
His hips also widened noticeably overnight, expanding outward into a broad, distinct feminine structure that forced his waist to taper inward into a dramatic hourglass shape.
When he turned slightly to the side, he gasped; his buttocks expanded, rounding out into a very large, soft, and prominent rear that pushed the back of his towel out in a wide shelf.
Even his total height looked different.
Looking at his body in the glass, Alex realized that his height actually increased by several inches overnight.
The Naagin bloodline refinement seemed to have also stretched his skeletal structure, pulling him up from his old, average 5' 4" to a tall, sleek 5' 6" or 5 '7".
Looking back into the mirror. He looked like a mature, highly toned model.
He walked over to his closet and pulled out his favorite pair of denim jeans and a standard male t-shirt.
He tried to pull the jeans up over his thighs, but they got completely stuck at his thighs, the pants refusing to budge past his hips and his heavy ass.
He tossed them onto the bed and tried pulling the t-shirt over his head, but as soon as the cotton hit his chest, the fabric stretched taut across his heavy C-cups, clinging tightly to his ribs and leaving his lower stomach completely exposed.
"Shit, none of my old clothes are going to fit me anymore..." Alex muttered, letting the shirt drop from his hands. "Unless he wears some baggy clothes… or winter jackets."
"Still, it won't solve the true problem." He really didn't know how he was going to hide a body like this from Uncle John and the rest of the world, nor what the hell he was supposed to wear outside the house from now on.
To make matters even more complicated, as he tilted his head toward the mirror, he noticed his hair.
The short, boyish black cuts he usually maintained had a sudden growth spurt overnight.
The silky black strands now grew several inches in just one night, now cascading down past his neck and brushing softly against the tops of his bare shoulders.
He ran his slender fingers through the long, dark locks, feeling the silky texture against his skin.
He desperately wanted to buy an entirely new wardrobe of clothes, and he needed to find some scissors to cut his hair again...