Well, with MalO's last picture still on your screen...

It takes you a few moments to get over the fact that you are no longer covered in skin, but wonderfully soft fur, and even just gently running your hands over your arms makes you shiver sensually, your cock throbbing and straining in front of you - which finally brings you to the next order of business. MalO can't send you a picture where she's basically begging you to fuck her silly and not expect you to knock one out with the dick she herself made into an enormous fuckstick, right?

You take up position in front of the window, right behind the position where MalO would stand, phone in hand and her picture open, the one where she presents her pussy to you, begging to be pounded. It doesn't take much imagination to almost see MalO standing there, right in front of you, ready to take every inch of your impossible rod. The thought alone makes a glob of pre appear on your tip, and you've barely even touched yourself.

"Mmmnnh, MalO..." Imagining your massive meatpole sliding home into the sexual apparition, you moan softly as guide your right hand along the entire throbbing length, spreading slick pre from tip to groin. "Fuck, you're so hot..."

With MalO's picture in front of you, you begin to thrust your hips, using your hand as an admittedly poor stand-in for MalO herself. Still, with your fantasy running rampant inside your head, the giant rod throbs and pulses mightily, flinging strings of pre all over the floor and even against the window as your fat, furry tits bounce and jiggle, adding to the plethora of sensations that make you mewl and groan.

And the entire time, you're vaguely aware of your reflection in the window, mirroring your movements as one would expect - thrusting, jiggling, moaning. But with your new, curvaceous body, that, too, is a rather stimulating sight, but your attention is more on MalO's picture and the fantasy of taking her hard and fast. Until, that is, a movement catches your eye that doesn't fit your own. In the window.

Confused, you slow your thrusting, fantasy faltering, and look properly. Your reflection has barely changed, except for one or two minor details. Mind foggy with lust, it takes a moment to register with you, but no longer is it your body mirrored in the window, an exact copy of MalO besides the head and the genitals, no - it is actually MalO. She's pressing her body against the glass from the inside, tits flattened against the pane and slick tongue trailing over the window as if she wants to lick up the dripping globs of pre while her hands grab the frame.

"Ma... MalO?!"

The sexy, wanton apparition winks at you, rubbing her boobs in circles against the glass, stiff nipples bending and dragging along. The motion is eerily soundless, as is MalO in general - but then again, she is just a reflection. Or has taken over your reflection and modified it. Who knows how any of this works. What you do know is that the sight of MalO right before you, her right hand gliding over her trim stomach towards her glistening netherlips and the other grabbing one heavy breast is much better than the picture on your phone, so you fling the latter on your bed and use your now free left to mirror MalO and squeeze the enormous tit on your chest, a virtual carbon copy of hers, moaning at the sensation as a glob of pre is flung against the window, making MalO shudder lustfully.

"Oh god, MalO, I need you so bad..." You mewl, stroking and squeezing and thrusting as you stare at MalO in the window, her half-lidded eyes boring into you as she spreads herself open, angling her hips to give you a better view, one thick nipple pinched between two fingers. "I'm so fucking horny all the time, I can't stand it... I need to fuck and fuck and fuck!"

MalO simply nods knowingly at your rambling, trailing one claw over the window pane where a particularly thick glob of pre is running down, staring first at it, then at your cock longingly, two fingers teasing her lower lips before dipping between them and then inside of her without wasting any time. Even without words, it is obvious that MalO feels exactly the same way. But she's stuck in pictures and reflections while you slowly turn into a big dicked twin of her, and the desire is killing you. You can't wait to finally touch her, kiss her, fuck her!

For now, though, you can only stare at MalO, panting inside the glass as her tongue lolls from her jaw, black against bone, and pump your arm-length meat rod while you massage your tits roughly. Your face feels hot as you gasp lustfully, taking step after step towards the window until your massively engorged dick is pressing against it - and your heart jumps when the glass doesn't feel cold like you expected, but as warm as your own skin. Your aroused breaths fog the glass and blur MalO's inhuman, yet so enticing features, your identical tits flattened against the window pane while the both of you grind your bodies against it - you in the real world, MalO in that strange mirror world of hers.

Still, it is the closest you've ever felt to her, seeing her move, react, get herself off as she presses her hand against the glass, and you lift your own to put it again'st MalO's, jaw slack as you groan in pleasure, hips thrusting to frot your throbbing dick against the window, thrusting it into the soft valley between your breasts, tightened by you being smooshed up against the glass. You dimly realize that someone might see you, from any of the windows across the street, but you don't care. You only see MalO's skull in front of you, her hand against yours, only separated by the glass - and an entire dimension, or something like that.

Not that it matters; you feel MalO's warmth, see her gasp and moan as she stirs up her snatch and you fuck your tits, pre bubbling from your glans without pause, matting the fur covering the expanse of your tits and making your cleavage wonderfully slick, enhancing the sensations as you pump your hips and palm those parts of your breasts that aren't pushing into the glass. Your fat nipples are pulsing with every one of your thundering heartbeats while you drag them over the window, slick with the pre you flung against it earlier.

"MalO... MalO!" You pant, staring into blue glow of the apparition's eyes, sinking into them as lust slowly consumes you, desire burning you up inside, the need to pound MalO unbearable, but all you can do is shiver and twitch as the full-body orgasm rolls over you, clear pre fountaining from your straining rod in thick bursts. "Nnnfuuuck!"

Through the haze of bliss, you see MalO convulsing in the reflection, eyes closed in bliss, fingers scrabbling over the glass, and you swear you can feel them against yours as your climax continues, only slowly winding down, and you close your eyes as you buck your hips, intent on making the bliss last as long as you can, wet squelching mixing with your moans until your knees grow weak and hit the glass with a dull thud.

Panting, you let your head fall forwards against the glass, feeling the swollen head of your cock against your chin and MalO's warmth against your forehead. But when you open your eyes again, only your own reflection looks back at you.