Something VERY special.

Weary, arms sticky and shaking, you reach for your phone and unlock it to check MalO's newest picture... and stare in astonishment.

It's not just a picture of MalO. The first thing you notice is yourself, looking like a total, horny mess, lying on the bed you're on right now, and in the background, on your desk chair sits MalO, two fingers knuckle-deep inside her snatch, tongue twirling around one nipple she has lifted to the fleshless bone of her muzzle. As usual, she's looking at you with half-lidded eyes - the you in the picture, that is.

< Mmmh, you're really enjoying my presents, John .... Oooh, there's so much more to come ... >

You barely manage to push yourself in a sort of sideways lounging position as the searing envelops your crotch, as intense as it is brief. Staring at your desperately erect, leaking cock, your brain is mush, turned into sluggish slop by an hours-long masturbation session, and you barely process what is going on. All you know is that the pleasure keeps ramping up, dick straining and spurting, becoming more and more sensitive - and losing inch after inch as you weakly buck your hips. Shriveling up would be the wrong word, as it remains as swollen as it can be, but your formerly proud rod shrinks with every throb of your heart, shooting out glob after glob of your juices.

At the same time, your ballsack grows tighter and tighter, pulling your nuts into your crotch until finally, with a sucking pop you feel rather than hear, it presses them into your insides, where they do something you can't quite follow. Not with the remains of your scrotum splitting open in a messy spurt of slick slime, revealing a twitching, pink flower framed by sodden lips as your urethra closes up, the tiny remainder of your cock slipping under a tiny little hood where it sits swollen and erect as your new clit.

Gaping at MalO's newest present, you raise one shaking hand towards your crotch, and when your slender fingers make contact with your newly grown labia, you throw your head back with a strangled gasp and roll onto your back, hand pawing at yourself clumsily. But as the sensations begin to travel up your spine, you get bolder, your hand surer, and you begin to explore what feels best for you from this angle, what is possible.

With your palm rubbing against your swollen clit in circular motions, you tease your inner labia with two fingers while you pointer and little finger pull your snatch open as you let your other hand play over one of your boobs. Gasping and moaning, you stare down at your soft body, marveling at a view you never had before, more like rolling hills - or in the case of your chest, mountains - than your previous flat expanse with the one, albeit impressive, tower rising over it. And when you plunge two fingers into your new cave, you collapse backwards on the bed with a strangled sound, roll on your side and trap your hand between your thighs as you stir up your pussy more and more frenziedly, knees pulling up as the intense sensations wipe your mind clean of everything except bliss.

"Ohfuckohfuckohfuck!"

Panting helplessly, you push deeper and deeper into yourself, curling the two fingers plumbing your newly acquired depths again and again until your head swims with pleasure and sparks bloom in front of your eyes. It's incomparable, making you lose control in a way playing with your dick never did - part of which might be because there's two additional sources of pleasure in your fat, bouncy tits.

And even with only one hand free to sink into the smooth, pliant flesh, you do your best to maul your boobies, pull and flick and rub the thumb-sized nipples, gasping and moaning loudly with every touch. So loud, in fact, that the neighbors probably hear you, but you don't care. All you care about is that approaching peak of lust, the one you seem to chase every second of every minute of every day since MalO gave you the gift of being a rampant slut along with your tits. And knowing you can just keep going afterwards, you hold nothing back.

"Ahaaaahnhh~!"

The orgasm rolls over you, and it feels like the outside world ceases to exist. You're not even sure you exist - for an indeterminate amount of time, there is only bliss, all-encompassing, never-ending, and when you finally float back up to a degree of consciousness, you heave in big lungfuls of air, fingers twitching inside your pussy and on your breasts, setting off tingling aftershocks that make your entire body shudder.

"Tha'... tha' was in'ense..." Words seem a bit clumsy, stumbling over your tongue as you lie there panting, caressing your left tit as the fingers still lodged inside you curl and move almost on their own. "I wan'... another... one..."

But even as you say it, you feel your eyes fall closed, and you drift off into an exhausted slumber.