MalO sent you new pictures, of course.

When you wake up, 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.

And you're proven right. After jiggling your way through your apartment and sitting down at your dinner table in all your curvy, slightly sticky glory, you open MalO's first picture - and the sight makes you coo involuntarily. In the picture, you see yourself, deep asleep and with your mouth slightly opened. But that's not the part that tugs at your heartstrings: No, it's MalO kneeling on your bed, with your head on her lap as she looks down at you with an almost serene expression, one claw playing with your hair as the other caresses your side. You are like two sides of the same coin, identical besides the face and the fact that MalO is covered with black fur and you only have pink skin.

< I can't wait, John. I can't wait until we finally meet... >

"Me neither, MalO, me niiiiiirgh~!"

The searing heat is back, even if just for a second, localized entirely in your coccyx, making you straighten involuntarily. When it fades, there's a groaning, a clicking and cracking you don't hear with your ears. Instead, it travels right up your spine and into your skull. It's kind of unsettling, actually, and only eclipsed by the sensation of soft hair suddenly tickling the very top of your butt cheeks, which replaces the wince on your face with a look of surprise. Twisting your upper body to see what's going on proves fruitless, your giant tits blocking your view, but one palm slapping on your butt is enough to tell you what is going on.

You're growing a tail. A soft, fluffy tail covered in long, luxurious fur that becomes longer and thicker as you wrap both hands around it, gaping at this new development and sinking your fingers into your thick pelt. It just keeps going, snaking though the hole in your chair's backrest until it reaches the floor, until finally, almost a third of it's total length brushes over the linoleum.

"M-MalO, what the...?" And with it now long enough, you can move it, wrap it around yourself until it settles in your lap, the luxurious fur brushing against the top of your crotch enough to make you shudder in pleasure. "What in the world?"

The tail looks exactly like MalO's. Part of you is not surprised, actually. Your body has become a copy of the hypersexual apparition - why did you expect it would stop there? And somehow, you find yourself much less freaked out by the dawning realisation than you would think. And still, there is a tiny part that is reeling, that is on the verge of panic as it rattles the metaphorical bars of your subconscious, so you tap on the other photo MalO sent you as if by compulsion to distract you, even knowing what it's gonna do to you.

It shows a surprisingly tasteful picture of MalO, in front of the full-length window leading out to your tiny wannabe balcony, the light from the street turning her into little more than a silhouette, her front with it's marvelous breasts and the pussy you know to be an exact copy of yours - or rather, the other way around - only hinted at by refracted light. MalO has raised her right leg so she stands on her tiptoes, knee turned to the side so it rests against her left leg, emphasizing her alluring hips, hands caught in the middle of gliding down her slender waist. Her head, with its blank canine skull of a face, is tilted to the side and down, eyes closed.

< Have you realised what's happening yet, John? What my next gifts will be? Will you a̛̰͉͑̄͌͠c̲̺̓̀̏͜č̝̄̇ͦeͅpt them as you have the others? >

With the sight of MalO's perfect body right in front of you, all you can think is 'YES!' before the second bout of searing hits you. It is all-encompassing, yet only skin-deep, and it stops at your neck as well as after a few seconds, to be replaced by a pleasant tingling that feels like a massage on every inch of your body. Moaning and stretching, you watch as one more step towards MalO is completed and short fur grows all over your body, fingers running over the wonderfully soft pelt covering you neck to toe even as your nails turn into claws, making you indistinguishable from MalO if you put a paper bag over your head.

But you're sure that soon, this will be remedied as well. You can't wait.