Something VERY special. (Futa route-a)

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.

< My, my, John... So eager to play with my presents. But now, let me give you one I̮͗ͫ want to play with... >

As the well-known searing pressure mounts in your crotch, you roll onto your back, your cock flopping over your thick thighs before it goes from half-chub to fully erect in a matter of seconds - and then, it just keeps going. Going upwards as it grows longer. Going in pretty much every direction as it gains girth. It looked so much smaller between your widened hips and thicker thighs, and now, it starts looking bigger than before. Thick and swollen and throbbing, but still smooth and rounded, in no way out of place on your curvy, silky body. As crazy as it sounds, you quickly become the proud owner of the most feminine penis you have ever seen.

Your balls, meanwhile, grow as well, enough for you to lose every last wrinkle you used to have. But seeing as you stopped producing anything but pre about a dozen orgasms back, some part of you questions the reason - surely it can’t just be aesthetical? But at least it fits the towering pillar that keeps rising before your eyes, trembling and twitching as you gape at what MalO gave you.

At least, until you reach out with a trembling hand and touch your new present for the first time, your fingers barely reaching halfway around your mighty pole as you pull it against your body - and between your enormous breasts. Inch by inch, it burrows upwards through your cleavage as you languidly thrust your hips, both hands jerking off the part that lays on your stomach as you moan in pleasure. More and more girth means less and less circumference covered by your hands, but pressing your softly jiggling orbs together with your upper arms makes up for that - as does the fact that little by little, your glans begins to peek out of your cleavage.

"Ohh, fuck yes... Don't stop, baby, give me moooore~..." Just a few more inches! Just a little bit... straining your neck, tongue extended, you do your best to reach your dick, the swollen head so tantalizingly close, leaking pre like a faucet, making your chest and cleavage marvelously slick. "Al-Almost... Mmph~..."

Not almost. It's in. Your own, massively swollen glans now stretches your lips as you buck your hips upwards against your hands, through the chasm of your cleavage and into your mouth. And with it, spurts of pre fill your mouth, to be eagerly gulped down as your tongue licks over your purple helmet - cum may be an acquired taste, but boy, did you acquire it by sucking off Larry.

And now, with every thrust, you get another helping, another mind-bending pulse of bliss, your eyes rolling up in your head as you bring your arms around your enormous breasts, pinching your nipples between two fingers as you press the soft orbs against your swollen shaft and begin to fuck your tits and mouth in earnest. Even as most of your attention is focused on the gargantuan pole throbbing between your tingling titties and forcing open your mouth, you can still feel your abundant curves jiggling softly with every thrust.

"Mmmpfh, mppfh, mgh~..." Muffled moans fill your apartment, and the hot breath washing from your nose tickles the underside of your cock, adding yet sensation to the cornucopia of lust that's slowly overwhelming you. "Ghg-ghg-ghg!"

You eagerly let it. Feeling your dick strain and pulse, you fight to keep it between your breasts and inside your mouth, almost **** on another mouthful of pre as your hips buck involuntarily, balls churning and twitching powerfully. It makes you wish for more hands - you need two for your tits, to grope them and jiggle them along your thrusting shaft, so another two hands for the part of your rod rubbing against your stomach and one for your nuts would be nice.

But horny herms make do, and it's not like you fucking your own tits and mouth isn't already supremely pleasurable. So pleasurable, that you barely manage two more thrusts before that body-shaking, mind-wiping, all-encompassing climax rolls through you. And as usual, there is copious amounts of clear, salty pre squirting from your dick and into your mouth - more than enough to quickly overwhelm you, cheeks balloning and twin streams of precum splurting from your nose.

Spluttering and coughing between gulps, you pop your jumping, straining shaft out of your mouth, letting it flop out of your gargantuan tits, and add another layer to the mess on your bed and your body. And another. Hips bucking, orgasm seemingly never-ending, you moan and squeal unabashedly, if breathlessly, not caring if your neighbors hear. Even when your climax begins to wind down, you hum contentedly, gyrating your hips to rub your humongous dick against the soaked sheets for a few more seconds of pleasure, exhaustion slowly creeping up and weighing down your eyelids.

Your last thought before you drift off to sleep is amazement that one person can produce this much of a mess...