Time for you and MalO to meet for real. And for your transformation to become complete.

Your throat tightens in anticipation, and you look around the room for any sign of MalO - but the first sign of her you actually hear. There's a dull thump, then a rustle, at the foot of your bed, and when you look down, you see two clawed hands on the mattress, identical to your own, as if someone is hanging off the bed. For all of a second, and then, in all her glory, MalO pulls herself up, her jaw wide open and her tongue twisting in the air, glowing eyes wide with lust as MalO's tits bounce from her rapid ascent, nipples hard as fat little diamonds.

"Ffffin̹̈́ͫally͒, John," MalO hisses as she begins to crawl over the mattress, her voice crackling with static and desire. Her heavy, swinging tits brush against your feet, your thighs, your hips as the apparition makes her way up your body. "H̷̺̘͂̊_̤͆͒͛͒ơ̷̗͕̜ͫ͐ͅur̡͚ͣ͗s̳̾͒̃͊̉ of waiting. D̹̒ͫͫa̰̬ͦͨ́̃y̟͓͊ͣ͟s̜̟̬̰̖͌͜ of fantasizing about your m̙ͧͪ͝͞a̪ͦ̋̆s͓̭͐͐s̙͊i̖͚͕͓̽͠v̗ͨͨ͠ě̹̐C͈͒́ͅO̰͇̼͇̖͂̓̀̚C̦̩̎K͚͇̝̼̐̔̓̓ͫ̊͜! And now, it's a̲̗l͜l̃͟ mi̡̿ne̒̉̌̇͒ͭ!"

You simply lie there on your back, staring at MalO with a slack jaw and wide eyes. It's one thing to see pictures of her, but seeing her move, speak, touch you? That's something else entirely. You can only gasp and shudder as MalO settles down on your hips and takes your massive meat in both hands, pulling it up and against her body, right between her own breasts, of which yours are a perfect copy. But it still feels so very different to have your swollen cock between MalO's tits instead of your own, and you buck your hips with a moan.

"M-Mal... O..."

"I̛̞̔ k̷n͇o̳ͫ͜w͛..." Tilting her head down, both hands pressing your gargantuan shaft against her stomach, MalO lets her long, slick tongue snake over the spongy tip, lapping up the steady stream of pre. "I need it just as b̞̒a͡dly. But first, I want to ṭ̝ͩǎst̅ͩ͢ę̤̟ yo̬u̙̦ͧ!"

You groan lustfully, your new voice - like MalO's, you dimly notice, but less crackly - making the sound almost cute, but you don't care. Your world has shrunk to the enormous, twitching rod between your legs and the third of it MalO manages to fit into her maw, tongue spiraling around it in a way you have never felt before, and your eyes roll back in your head as your jaw twitches and throbs in time with your swollen dick.

Which, as it turns out, are the first signs of your last transformation. As MalO keeps slurping all over your shaft and guzzles your pre, you feel a brief tightness wash over your face. But this time, there is no pain. You feel only rising pleasure as you feel your jaw and cheeks bulge and harden, lengthen, stretch impossibly. Panting helplessly, you let your tongue dance over your teeth, the slick muscle growing longer and thicker as your teeth grow sharper and more numerous.

Eyes fluttering open, you see your tiny muzzle develop into a proper snout, your flesh already no longer pink and soft, but growing ever more white, almost as hard as bone already. You can see the hole of your nose at the tip of your upper jaw, and when you let your new, black tongue run over the skinless bone of your changing face, you find you can still feel it. Even though there is no more skin, your skull-like face is still just as sensitive as before, maybe even more so!

"L̮̠͙̹ͯl̫̺͙̀ͧͯl̨͍̿͞o̡͖ͤ̈̿͌ő̡̘̼͙̞͞k a̖t̡̯̋͛̐ ỳ̰́o̵̵̻̖ͩ͠û̬̰̍̎ͬ͜, John," MalO murmurs, extracting your length from her maw, using her hands to jerk off the lower third as she bounces on your hips to make her enormous tits clap against your swollen shaft. "You're pe̛̍̓̄ř̴̷̡̮̜fe̝̳ͥ̐c̴̷̹͜ͅt̩̤ͭ̓̂ͯ."

"A-A̟h̥̺͐!̜̌̂MalO, I̞̅̽'̸m͌..͎̐.̳́" You fall silent in surprise. Your voice... it's staticky, crackling, and oozing raw, sexual energy as you mewl lustfully. "M̴̟̼̅̀ͩ́ͤ̓a̡̛̞̲̬ͬ̽͐͛ͤ͡l̡͎̙̀̍̃̆̔͒̇ͬÒ͇̰̝̒ͩ̓..."

"Yȩ͉͒s͍ͥs̿s̸̐͒... Yes, you a̯̞̥r̘ͬͯẻ͆." A smug expression on her stark white skull, MalO licks over your tip once more, gyrating her sveltering, slick snatch against the base of your rod. "You are Ma̠̰̠̽̄͟͡ļ̶͎̓̀̅O̸͋̆ͮ͋, just like me... Well, not qǔ͇̂iťe like me. L̡͚͂͢uc̢̲̲͔̹ͬͬk̬̯͙ͥ̔͊i̦̬̓͝l̙͚̒y̷̬̽ͦ.͍"

Tugging your giant dick pointedly, MalO stands up, dragging her pussy along your length with agonizing slowness, until she reaches your throbbing tip, with you trying to wrap your head around your new existence. You are John, but you are also MalO. You have your old memories, but new instincts, and a feeling you can do things you couldn't before. Strange things. But there is a much more important feeling now: That of MalO gripping her thick shaft right under the massively swollen glans, aiming it right at her slick entrance - and then taking it inside of her in one go.

"Aá͈͍a̹̞͘a̶a̮ā̧̢͔͖̟̈ͤ̏̇͟n̓̔h~_̸̭̆ͭ̏̚!" Your crackling, lustful moans are indistinguishable as your tongues loll from your jaws, eyes rolling up in your skulls.

You know there's no way anyone but another MalO could take you. Your cock is as long as your torsos! And still, MalO manages to take it entirely, her impossibly deep pussy twitching and milking you just as helplessly as you buck your hips into her. Somehow, your hands have found their way to your lover's gyrating hips, and you pant with every upwards thrust, each of them met by MalO slamming down on you.

"Ý͎͢e̠̲ͩs. Y̛̻̠͗̓es͎͖̆̑͠! Y̴̡̦̹ͬͧͭͧͭË̸S̤̥̜̫̽͒͂͟! You're what's been m̝̒ͬi͓̯͢s͕ș̯i̿͢n̯̊g. You're...in̠c̈ṙ͎ͩ̓e͓̥͊̀̿d̎ĩ̵̯̒͢b̨̛̪̻̆̒͜l̓e!" Your combined juices squelch out of MalO whenever you bottom out, soaking the inside of your thighs and making the bedsheets under you sticky. "Absolutely p̸̊e̺͉̲ͣ́͢r̶̥̻̬̹̄̊fͧͧ̿_ect̶̷!"

There are no words inside you, only breathless lust as you relentlessly, almost mindlessly pound up into MalO, seeing her enormous tits bounce and jiggle when she drops down on your cock, making your identical boobs wobble on your chest. Your entire body feels so soft and bouncy, every movement bringing new sensations as fur rustles, fat jiggles, swollen nipples throb... your cock, meanwhile, you know. Or rather, you should know. But even your trusty rod feels different beyond just the size, harder, more sensitive, buzzing with pleasure.

"̼͐̒Nn̺̠̤ń͖͖g͑ḣ͢h̟̔̆.̓.͗̓.̙ͦ̒ g̓͢͞ų̴ͤh̨͝.̯́.ͦ̄ͦ.̷͈̰..." And it's definitely giving MalO great pleasure, making her shudder and twitch on top of you, her tongue lolling from her bony maw while her pussy twitches madly. "ͨͭ̉̊F̻ͩ̓͢ff͓͎͋͛͝n̛̠̥̯ͮ͂nͧh̷̤̅~.̛̠̈́ͩ.͔ͬ̄.̹̟͇ H͆͠aa͉͙͐ͩ͆a̪h̭ͫͧ̅ͅ~̴̣͔͖̒͠..̴̌̂.̼ͮ̈̑̿͜"̳͖͗

Leaning forwards, MalO places her hands on your massive bust, squeezing and massaging you surprisingly gently, her touch making you strain inside her, pre squirting from your lurching rod as you feel yourself begin to climax. Your expression mirrors MalO's, completely identical from the fleshless maw to the black tongue lolling out, and MalO uses the opportunity to bring her face closer to yours, tongue licking over the inside of your muzzle, lapping against your tongue invitingly, and soon you share a strange variation of a French kiss, teeth and snouts clicking against each other as your tongues twist and wriggle around each other while you buck your hips and pump MalO full of precum, eyes rolling up in your head.

And it is by no means over. MalO is insatiable, always wanting more, demanding more, and the body she equipped you with is more than ready to handle it. Again and again you both climax, tireless, every orgasm only making you hungrier for the next. After the umpteenth climax, you roll both of you over so MalO lies below you, her legs wrapping around your soft hips, supporting your every thrust into her depths, panting and staring up at you from glowing, half-lidded eyes. You know you are looking down at her from perfectly identical ones - a fact that drives your new reality home.

You are MalO, and you will never be alone.