Since Jonah is both spent and still human enough to go to uni, you'll have to play with yourself.

Although you are more than ready to go again, Jonah has enough post-nut clarity to rather go to class, although he does add your number to his phone and sends you his own, so you can contact him once you both are ready for the next round. So, while Jonah goes to get ready for uni, you sashay through the building and slowly meander back to your apartment, naked as MalO made you. Well, except for the hoodie hiding your face, of course. Which is still hiked up to present your massive tits to the world. If you got it, flaunt it and all that. And boy, do you got it.

Sadly, you don't run into anyone else that would be down to dominate you, and have to step into your apartment unfucked, taking off your hoodie and throwing it into a corner. If you can help it, you're not putting that thing on ever again. And why should you? You are being remade in MalO's image, and damn if MalO isn't hot! Looking down at yourself, you preen a little - the sight of your impressive curves and the shiny, soft coat of fur is just too new to not put a huge grin onto your face.

With every move, you feel the air caress your fur, your fluffy tail swishes through the air, and your tits and even your ass bounce and jiggle. This body is awesome! You let your hands run over the swell of your breasts, hissing in pleasure as your palms brush over your throbbing nipples and continue downwards. Hefting your breasts, their soft flesh heavy in your hands, you bite your lower lip before caressing your flat stomach, going further out to grab your own hips, their outrageous proportions making your heart beat faster, and so you keep caressing your perfect body, playing with your breasts, your thighs, your tail.

Your life has changed massively in the span of a few days, and you couldn't be happier. The sex is amazing, knowing you are hot enough to pull a random guy you barely met twice in your entire time here is even better. Especially seeing that you're not even looking fully human. And with any luck, you won't be much longer.

*DING* *bzz-bzz*

Between fucking Jonah, wandering the building and now playing with yourself, it looks like you wasted enough time for MalO to send the next photo. Then again, wasted is not the right word - you doubt you could have done anything different. Maybe watch some videos online. Or rather, have them running while you do exactly what you did anyways. Touch yourself. While you ramble your internal monologue, you look for your phone - which you left on the dinner table, so the search at least isn't long. And when you see MalO's newest picture, you can't help but bite your lower lip, your free hand once again straying between your legs.

The pic, taking from an upper corner of a certain room, shows three people - MalO, you... and Jonah. Yep, MalO has been watching the two of you going at it in the basement, and she's been enjoying it immensely. You are bent over your washing machine, Jonah holding on to your hips and clearly putting you through your paces, your tits caught as they're swinging up in front of you, the soft black fur shining in the light. And MalO? MalO is leaning against the doorframe, two fingers buried inside her snatch and the other groping her breasts.

< Oooh, look at you, John. I ḍe͡fȋ̳̀ni̤t͙͑e̾ͪͨly͗ͥ chose the right person... How'd his c̡͡ỏ̒͛c̗̄ͪkͥ͞ feel while he took you hard and fast? >

"It was ahmm~... amazing..." You moan as the memories pass through your mind, enhancing the sensations as you rub your netherlips with your palm, face growing hot with lust. "He felt so big inside of me..."

The burning sensation spreads to your ears and neck, intensifies for a second until it reaches the level of pain you are used to from your other changes... and then you feel your ears begin to change. As they inch up the sides of your head, they grow longer and pointier, poking through the black mane of your hair, twitching and swiveling as new muscles develop that are able to move them quite dexterously, until you are left with two triangular, canine ears. At the same time, the familiar prickling spreads over your entire neck, your fur spreading upwards until all that is left from the old you is your face - which is still half-hidden by your bangs.

You are barely you anymore - and you love it. You can't wait for MalO's last picture and your last, final change. Which is why you put new sheets onto the bed, throw yourself onto it, and begin to while away the hours until MalO sends it, swiping through the pictures she sent you so far.

The one with which it all began. MalO in the coffee shop, lifting her tits to present her perfect bust. You grin and imitate the pose with one arm, lifting up your identical tits before jiggling them softly. Swiping to the next picture, you see MalO leaning out from behind the pillar in the university lobby, licking her stiff nipple - and you imitate that too, moaning softly as you feel your teats stiffen, the saliva first warm and soon cool on your buzzing pleasure nub.

The third picture, you can't imitate. You have a distinct lack of deli counters and frosted doors in your apartment. What you can do is squeeze and massage your tits as you stare at the picture, heart beating faster in your throat, and when you swipe to the next picture, the one in your gym, you groan lustfully, noticing for the first time that the spreading fur also affected your voice; it sounds softer, more feminine, like an amalgamation of your voice and MalO's. And before long, you will sound entirely like her.

For now, though, you keep swiping. To the next picture, where MalO uses the main branch of your bank as a backdrop for a softporn shoot, presenting herself to you in her entirety. The next picture, with MalO dressed as a nurse at the office of your doctor. The next one, in the campus library, where MalO shows you her pussy, asking you if you know your way around one.

You do, now better than ever before, and you prove it by letting your hand slide over your trim stomach and between your legs, mewling as you dip a finger between your pussy lips. As you start to languidly finger yourself, you swipe to the next picture, with MalO in her workout gear, ass towards you and the swell of her breasts still visible even from behind. You remember how your own began to grow with this picture and look at your humongous gazongas now, pride swelling in your chest. MalO did such good work on you.

One more swipe, although this pic makes you giggle instead of hornier. To think that you were shocked by your changes! By these amazing tits, and your fat ass! It seems incredibly dumb in hindsight. MalO always wanted the best for you and your body. You know that now. You swipe again, seeing MalO at the bus stop now, lifting her black mane that she gifted you soon after you received this picture, the apparitions ankles crossed and ass and hips looking so incredibly wide. Just as wide as yours are now.

The next swipe brings about MalO sitting in the lecture hall, talking about hard things, and horny things, and you push two fingers into your sodden, twitching vagina, moaning throatily, you swipe - and your heart skips a beat. You remember what happened pretty much immediately after this picture, where MalO sits in the lobby, wearing a business suit that looks nothing short of scandalous.

You don't swipe further for quite a while, instead losing yourself in the memory of your three friends taking you inside that bathroom, fucking your tits, your ass, your mouth... and you know you want to do it again. Once you're fully transformed, you are going to visit Dennis, or Alex, or Larry, or all three at once, and get them to screw you like that again. Curling and thrusting your fingers inside yourself, you gasp and moan, gyrating your hips, until finally, a tsunami of lust crashes through you, leaving you shivering and twitching and still wanting more.

Finally, you swipe once again, still stirring up your soaked cunt, seeing MalO sit in another lecture hall, lifting up her tits with one arm as she bites the pointer of her other hand, and once again, your eyes fall to your own tits as you remember how they grew to their current, outrageous size after you received this picture. The next picture shows you in a messy, lustful, exhausted heap, with MalO looking on, and you remember both the frenzied masturbation session that preceded this picture and the way you grew your pussy afterwards, making another orgasm ripple through you, less intense than the last, but enough to make your eyes roll up.

When you can think straight again, you swipe further, through MalO resting your head on her lap, the almost artful one with MalO lit by the light from the street, the pictures that made you grow a tail respectively your lovely coat of fur that now rustles with every movement. The last ones. And still, you yearn for the next. The one that will complete you.

But as it is, you swipe back to the first picture, and go through all of them again. And again. And again. Tirelessly chasing climax after climax. Soaking yet another set of sheets in your juices.

Finally, the time rolls around where you would expect the next picture to arrive, and you're once again a twitching, horny mess, yet far from satisfied. So you keep playing with your pussy, until finally...

*DING* *bzz-bzz*

But this time, it's not a picture. Just a simple line of text.

< Go into the bathroom, John. Look into the mirror. >