New pictures from MalO, of course.

When you wake up, it is still dark out and you are both well-rested and - curiously - neither thirsty nor hungry in the slightest. Which should be impossible after the amounts of fluids you lost yesterday evening, but growing fat tits and an ass that won't quit is just as well, so you decide to simply get up and prepare yourself a coffee for the taste before you check the photos MalO sent you tonight. There isn't even a hint of doubt about whether she did or not. As you get up, you're briefly distracted by the oversized schlong you now lug around - even soft, it hangs past your knees, heavy and meaty and looking oh so delectable.

But with your coffee done, you have something more important to do. The first picture alone makes your heart beat faster, cock throbbing at the sight of MalO in your bed, next to your sleeping form. You're on your back, the apparition on her side, head resting on one hand as she looks at you with half-lidded eyes, tongue licking over the side of her fleshless muzzle - and her other hand on your massive cock, caressing it gently.

< Mmmh, John... I Ļ͍̞̾̅͑͞Ö̸͙́͂͐̓V̷̴̨̛̲͕ͮ̈̓̉͞E̴̵̟̲̯͑͒̂ͨͤ͜ how this one turned out. I love how Y̢̜̱͓̤͒̀̏Ơ̖̾ͬͧ̃͆ͫU͇̟͍͔̔ͫ̌̐ͪͣ͘ are turning out! >

And you're not yet done turning out, it seems. The searing heat returns, just as briefly as ever, making you hiss and straighten as it hits your coccyx. Then it fades, and you hear a groaning and cracking - but not with your ears. No, it echoes straight through your skull after travelling up your spine. It's kind of unsettling, actually, and only the sensation of soft hair suddenly tickling the very top of your butt cheeks wipes the wince off your face. Twisting your upper body to see what's going on helps not at all, with your giant tits blocking your view, but you bring both hands around to the top of your buttcrack - and find a stubby little tail, covered in supremely soft fur and growing longer by the second.

Gaping and gasping, you keep adjusting your hands as your tail lengthens and thickens, your silken coat feeling nothing short of wonderful under your hands, inviting you to pet yourself languidly - so you do just that, as if to urge on your growth as your tail begins to extend through the hole in your chair's backrest and towards the floor, the pleasant sensation traveling straight through your abdomen and causing your massively oversized rod to engorge slowly, but for now, you're fully occupied by your honest to MalO tail.

When it stops growing, almost a third of its length rests on the floor, and thanks to its floof, it is almost as thick as your smooth thighs, and you can move it, swish it, bring it around to your front, where the luxurious fur tickles your slowly stiffening member as well as the underside of your gargantuan boobs ... Grinning like a madperson, you reach for your phone to check the next photo.

It shows MalO in front of of the full-length window leading out to your tiny balcony, leaning forwards with her hands on the glass and backlit by the street lights. Her fleshless skull is looking back at you seductively as she licks her fangs, back arched and legs spread invitingly to present her pink pussy to you. Even from this perspective, you can see her heavy breasts hanging from her chest, the shape of your own perfectly identical.

< I can't w͈̹͈ͧ͊͆͝a̼̕ḯ̜̰ͮ̔t, John. Not much longer, and then you're a͊̕ḷ̹̳̙̙̱̙̒͊̅͆l̸̶̨̼̟͍ͣ̉ͩ̊́̍ m̭̔͊i̷̢̜̙̜͉̽̊͐̀̐̍n͌e̡̲̪̮̺̲̣͍ͩͅ!̋̃͌̔ >

You tumescent cock achieves full erection in record time, and you pant lustfully in anticipation. Seeing MalO like this, bent over at the waist and just waiting for you to mount her, to fuck her from behind like a frenzied animal... it almost makes you miss the pleasant tingles running over your skin, again and again, and with every wave of them, smooth fur grows on your body, thickening into a lovely, silky-smooth pelt, turning your body into a carbon copy of MalO from the neck down. Only your dick is out of place in this twin to MalO, and it also escapes the thick coat you grow everywhere else - instead, it darkens to a grey-black that fits what you have seen of MalO's outer labia, rising proudly before you.

Still, instead of playing with your fat rod, you stretch out your arms and turn them this way and that, marveling at your new fur.

You can't wait for MalO to send her next picture. And for the two of you to finally meet.