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It's Halloween, and you're sitting in the living room of your friend Liam's house, lazily watching him scrolling through horror titles on the TV. Your other friend August leans forward, half-lidded eyes resting on the screen before the three of you.

"No, no, no..." August grumbles, eliciting a sigh from Liam as he scrolls from one movie to the next. After a moment, they both groan, slumping back into the couch as the pair reach the end of the queue. "Ugh, nothing!"

"So... what are we going to watch?" Liam asks, somewhat incredulously.

Their eyes turn to you, and you shrug.

"Dammit," August sighs. "It's Halloween, and we've got nothing to watch. No..." He shakes his head. "There has to be something. Go back to the beginning and hey- " He motions to you. "Grab us some drinks, will you? A little buzz might make this crap more palatable..."

You nod and head to the kitchen while your friends continue to pursue what little is left of quality in the streaming service. You're just about to open the fridge when you hear a soft ding. You look towards your phone lying on the counter - you had left it there to charge and not distract you from your friends - and see you have a message, but from who? And at this literal witching hour?

You scoop up your phone and idly put in your passcode as you glance towards the living room. When you turn your head back, the message has opened. It's an image of some sort of large, black-furred lycanthropic creature standing in front of the fridge you were just about to open. She has a smile on her wolf skull of a face, one hand on the handle to the refrigerator, and the other squeezing one of her large black furred breasts. You blink, but the picture remains there, and so does the skull-faced creature's sly smile. You glance up at the name of the sender.

MalO.

The name sounds familiar, like something your friends might have mentioned once... something about corny horror films, maybe? No, some sort of Internet urban legend? Whatever the case, it had to be one of them that sent you this message somehow. Was this some kind of weird prank?

You unplug your phone and step back into the living room, holding the device up facing them. You glare at them, a wordless accusation.

"Hey, man," Liam says. "Where's the... what the hell is that?"

"You tell me..." You huff. "Which one of you pervs sent this?"

"Not me!" Liam replies. He squints at the screen. "Say, is that a wolf chick? With tits? That sounds more like August's MO!"

"Hey!" August exclaims, immediately on the defensive. "Just because I...nevermind. Look, I definitely didn't send that picture. I don't even live here! If anything, Liam got some girl to put on a costume and pose for the camera."

"What?" Liam says. "That's ridiculous!"

The two are about to bicker, but then your phone vibrates in your hand and dings again. All eyes are on your phone as you look down and see you've received another photo. It's the strange, female wolf-thing again, this time leaning against the TV with that same crooked smile on her face. Her bare breasts are more apparent in this image, as well as her svelte curves. What's visible now, though, is the puffy slit that sits between her legs- and she seems to be flaunting it.

"What the..." Liam whispers.

"She's hot!" August exclaims, grabbing your hand so he can take a closer look. "Who is she?"

"Hell if I know," you say, pulling your arm and phone away. Except you think you might know- the name and what it means is on the tip of your tongue, but you can't recall just who or what this "MalO" is at the moment. You frown as you close messages, idly swiping from page to page of apps before something catches your eyes. "The hell...?"

"What is it?" Liam asks. "Because this is already more interesting than whatever we were going to watch." He gives you a suspicious look. "...Are you doing this just to shake things up? Because it's working."

"No!" you say, though not really paying attention as your friends crowd around you. You're staring at the app that is on its own page - the app in question titled MalO ver1.0.0c. The icon is decorated with the creature's visage but with a wide, wolfish grin on its face. "I didn't install this..."

You tap the icon, and your phone screen turns dark. You wait for the app to load, but you're instead greeted by your typical homescreen page - but devoid of any app but MalO.

"MalO?" Liam says. "Is that the name of the wolf lady?"

You don't answer, choosing to tap the app again.

This time there's a different reaction from the phone and you as the screen briefly flashes the skull-wolf's smile. A shock runs through your hand, making you yelp as the phone clatters to the floor.

"Yo!" August exclaims. "Are you ok, man? What happened?"

"Nothing!" you say, leaning down to scoop up your phone. As you do, a strange warmth grows within you, and a quick glance at your phone reveals a patch of inky black spreading across the back of your hand!

You almost drop your phone a second time, but instead, you tighten your grip on it as the warmth intensifies slightly. You pant and make your way toward the bathroom, confused by everything that's happening.

"Hey, where are you going?" Liam says. "What's going on?"

"Nothing!" you whimper, but that's certainly not true. The warmth has intensified yet again - now feeling like someone stuck a heater inside your gut. Another small glance to that hand shows that the patch of black is spreading. "I'm fine, really!"

You reach the bathroom and quickly fling open the door before heading in. You toss your phone on the sink counter before rushing to close and lock the door, your eyes wide as dinner plates upon seeing both of your hands afflicted with the blackness.

"What's up with him?" You hear Liam ask, his voice a little distant.

"Heck if I know," August replies. "Maybe it's his Halloween prank?"

. . . . .

You step away from the door and lift your hands up to your face. The patches of black aren't darkness coming to claim your flesh, but fur- thick, rich black fur.

And that fur is spreading.

Even as you watch, the fluffy affliction rushes to overtake your hands, your fingers thickening into a vaguely more animalistic shape as your nails become black and pointed, pressing out into what looks more like claws.

"Yeah, it's totally a prank!" Liam says with a laugh from beyond the door, unaware of the fur trailing down your wrists and over your arms. You quickly pull off your hoodie, haphazardly tossing it onto the toilet while you stare at your increasingly furry arms. Usually (at least at this late in the year), you'd be shivering without a couple of layers, but that warmth... that heat building in the pit of your torso has made even a SINGLE layer of clothing feel like a bit too much.

The fur marches onwards. Your arms shake and ache as the spreading fur does more than ensure that warmth will be permanent- the proportions of your arms are changing, with your muscles slipping away in favor of a slender, toned look. As the fur reaches your shoulders, you wince and gasp as they compress, any broadness your build once had lost in the thick, fluffy mess of fur decorating your collarbone.

"What sort of prank?" August asks. "He seemed genuinely spooked!"

You cough, and whatever Liam replies in response is lost as your hearing buzzes and before dropping out altogether. Disoriented, you stumble and catch yourself on the sink, staring in the mirror in bewilderment at the sight of your ears twitching and reshaping, black fuzz sprouting over them as they become broader and triangular in shape. Abruptly your hearing returns, your new ears swiveling around as you hear a ding.

You look down, and of course, there's another message from MalO- that must be the name of the wolf woman haunting you, right?- and you struggle to pick up the phone in your new, larger hands. The thick, paw-like appendages cause you to awkwardly slip and fumble around as you try to unlock the device, claws clicking against the tempered glass you tap your passcode. The fur starts to wrap around your chest and back, the soft fluff tickling your exposed nipples. You shiver, wincing again as your sides press in, your waist thinning slightly with every second.

Finally managing to unlock your phone, the message opens up, and it's an image again, this time of MalO languishing in an empty bathtub. Her nude, nubile form is displayed provocatively, that sly smile present as always. This time though, there seems to be lust behind those white eyes.

You spin around towards the bathtub, only to find the purple shower curtain closed over it. Your heart thumps in your chest, and your new ears lay back as you stare at that curtain, a veil between you and (maybe?) MalO. But no, she really couldn't be here, right?

"I'm telling you, he's getting into costume!" Liam declares. "What else is taking him so long?"

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself before taking a step towards the bathtub, phone clutched tightly in hand. You make a couple more steps before your feet abruptly ache. You stumble and catch yourself on the bar holding the curtain in place as the warmth concentrates on your legs as your toes seem to prod against your shoes. It's more uncomfortable than it is painful, and you don't have to suffer long before you hear two resounding rips as your feet burst free from their confines.

Confused, you look down and see two large, black-furred paws in the tatters of your socks and shoes, your new feet continuing to thicken and grow as five toes reshape into four broad digits, the cold of the bathroom floor somewhat suppressed by the leathery pads that forming on the soles of your feet. You kick away the ruins of your shoes as your toenails thicken, growing out into dull, black claws. A yelp of surprise forces its way out of your throat as your heels lift you up, your skeletal structure altering to stand on your far sturdier toes now. Panting, you place one hand on the wall for balance as the fur spread from your already-afflicted ankles and up your legs.

"A costume?" August scoffed at the thought. "Don't you think you would have noticed him bringing a costume into your house?"

The fur races down from your chest, melting away any fat you may have had resting atop your now-much-smoother stomach. You ignore this for the time being, opting to instead remove your hand from the wall and pull the curtain aside. Of course, you find yourself looking at an empty tub because- unsurprisingly- MalO wasn't there.

She never has been...

You close the curtain with a sigh, your new center of gravity causing you to veer off your desired path and bang against the door with your left hip. You whimper and step away, your hip still aching - no, both hips aching now.

"Everything ok in there?" Liam asks.

"Y-yeah!" you shout back, voice wavering slightly. "Totally fine!"

"See!" August says. "Totally getting into costume." You swear you can hear the smirk on his face. You'd almost laugh, too, if it weren't for the pain in your hips. And your rapidly changing body. What a Halloween...

Your thoughts are interrupted as your pelvis creaks, a groan forcing its way from your lips as your hips widen, the distance between them increasing with each passing moment. Your pants start to feel confined. Reaching down to loosen your belt, you realize you still have your phone in hand. With a frustrated growl, you toss it away before unbuckling your belt, sighing with relief as the pressure eases.

The fur from your legs finally reaches the coat on your torso, a sore feeling working its way across your thighs. You watch in amazement as the mass from your stomach integrates into your thighs, thickening up to match your far wider hips. Whether you like it or not, you're now covered in the soft fluff from head to toe- save for your face, of course. Speaking of your face, you feel a blush coming on as you look down at your body, realizing for the first time how feminine and curvy it's beginning to look. It's almost as if...

But no. This can't be happening. This can't really be happening, right?

Ding.

You look towards your phone and awkwardly shuffle towards it, the warmth concentrating in your rear. You have to stifle a moan as you feel your butt begin to swell out against the seat of your pants, your formerly flat and unremarkable ass filling out plump and pert as you scour the bathroom for your phone. You finally find it in the sink, and a brief flash of panic hits you as desperately fish for it.

By the time you grab your phone, any relief you had provided for yourself is gone. Your pants are tight again - and this time, you're too nervous to look at the changes. You instead reach back with one hand and give it a cautious squeeze - a choice that proves to be a poor one as you're forced to moan from the sheer sensitivity of your rump as you unlock your phone once more.

The picture MalO has sent this time is far different from the rest you've gotten. For one, her face isn't in the photo. The other big difference is that it's much lewder than the others, as the image is simply a photo of what you assume to be her crotch- with a prominent, puffy black pussy on full display, its lips wet and wanton. You blink in surprise at this shift in tone before the warmth focuses on your crotch.

Oh no.

Your eyes widen, your hands flying to your crotch as your phone clatters into the sink once more, the creature's lewd vulva still facing you. With a panicked grumble, you drop your pants, desperately grabbing your stiff shaft - yet another mistake. A single touch from your clawed fingers against the rock-hard length is all it takes, and instantly you feel like you're going to climax. You make a quick withdrawal but whimper as your shaft still shrivels, retreating back into the soft tufts of fur that coats your groin, your balls shrinking away as well. No, no! You won't let your masculinity go so easily- you have to do something!

"Ok, if it's a costume, what do you think he's dressing up as?" Liam says.

"A werewolf, duh!" August replies. "Why else would he show us pictures of that skull-faced wolf bitch?"

Again you reach down to your nethers in an attempt to prevent further changes- but this time, it's too much. You let out a lewd, unabated moan that morphs into an animalistic howl as you climax, cum splattering against the sink. But it doesn't end there. No, not at all. You continue your sensual sounds as you cum even more - your stiff shaft shrinking further with each climatic pump of your hips. Your body is hit with a sensory overload, hitting you like a punch to the gut as you double over onto the countertop, your claws clacking against the tiled floor as you collapse with pleasure.

"See!" August announces triumphantly. "Werewolf! I told you!"

You can hardly think, but you can, without a doubt, FEEL- and the diminishment of your masculinity is soon matched by the growth of something on the opposite side. There's a tugging at the base of your spine, and with a grunt - and a wiggle of your widened hips - the nubby beginnings of your soon-to-be tail form atop your rear. The new appendage quickly lengthens, growing and thickening inch by inch with the pulse of your still-shrinking shaft. What little remains of your masculinity drips a clear-ish fluid now, the almost vestigial remains of your balls pulling up and into your crotch. With a final howl ending in a needy whimper, your masculinity vanishes, testes reforming within your abdomen and blossoming into a new opening on your crotch.

No matter how much you want to, your subconscious prevents you from looking down at your changed anatomy- only forward and into the bright, artificial light of your phone screen - and subsequently MalO's puffy pussy. Your new tail wags behind you, the luxuriously soft fur filling out along its length as its growth nearing completion. And that it does just as your cock throbs its last, shrinking away and taking its place as your clit amongst your forming folds. You shiver, a new, alien form of arousal flowing through your nethers and dripping from your lewd lips as they configure into a mirror image, if not an even lewder image of the very photo you stare at.

"Don't you think he's going a little over the top?" one of your friends asks, and almost in reply, your changes stop.

Really? Just like that, it's over?

No... you get the feeling that this isn't over yet.

Your tail sways over your plump rump while you continue to stare at that picture. There's a feeling of emptiness between your legs now... a phantom sensation for a part of your body that simply doesn't exist anymore.

You shiver, the emptiness soon washing away as a warm flush of arousal rises from your new sex. That's it. You have to look. You tear your eyes away from the photo and look at the real thing.

You're shocked by what you see.

It's a bitch's pussy, through and through. Swollen, puffy, and dripping with fluid - ready to be bred. You're undoubtedly female now and looking more like MalO with every passing minute. Without thinking, you take a hand and stroke your new set of lower lips, shivering at the sensitivity and the jolts of electric arousal it sounds up and down your spine. Your tail wags excitedly, leaving your mind swimming and your nipples hard.

Ding.

You shake your head, trying to clear your mind enough to look at your phone. MalO has sent another image of her on the cum spattered sink, her head propped up on her arms and that smile - that damned sly smile - plastered on her bony visage, her plump breasts hanging enticingly from her chest like a pair of lewd pendulums.

"At this point, yeah," August says. "Think we should check on him?"

"Maybe," Liam says. "But maybe we shouldn't ruin the surprise?"

Surprise?

You try to laugh, but all that comes out is a harsh bark. Surprised by the sound you just made, you tentatively step away from the sink and gaze into the mirror. The fur around your neck and scalp thickens into a fluffy, flowing mane, your Adam's apple slipping away into nonexistence beneath your skull.

Your skull... oh no.

Your jaw drops with a crack, lengthening into a hefty lower muzzle as the flesh on your face fades- skin and muscle appearing ghostly before disappearing entirely in favor of clean, bleached white bone - but what's left isn't a human skull. With a yelp, your cranium aches as it reshapes and reforms, thinning and lengthening as it presses forward into a proper canine snout to match your lengthening jaw. Your eyes grow wide before their color fades, becoming featureless white orbs nestled within their sockets. You move closer to the mirror to get a better look at their faint glow, but a flash of an indistinct figure in your peripheral vision startles you. Taking a step back, the form appears in greater detail behind you- it's MalO. Now a near-peer of yourself, she smiles before cupping your breasts.

Wait... breasts?!

The other MalO disappears with a wink, leaving you blinking your eyes within that increasingly-canine cranium of yours. Your concern is more with your chest, though, as a flash of that all-too-familiar warmth touches it, marking your pecs as its next victim. Contrary to your feelings, your tail wags in excitement while your nipples thicken and swell, slowly taking on the same inky black tone as the slit between your legs.

Bringing your hands to your chest, you press back at the fatty tissue, staring down at the most recent development in your changes while your still-stretching canine snout permanently intrudes on your vision. As you suspected, your attempts to fight back your burgeoning breasts are futile- making the changes even MORE pleasurable as you put pressure on the increasingly sensitive orbs, which swell larger and rounder.

Moments ago, they would have been scarcely noticeable beneath your grey shirt, but now they're prominent bumps that refuse to yield in their growth. You whine and grit sharpening canine teeth together as your chest continues to fill out, your hands being pushed further and further away by your assets. It's only when you brush your fingers against your sore, fat nipples that you take your hands away entirely just as your breasts suddenly surge in size. It heightens your arousal, but you don't want to admit that their growth is anything but pleasurable...

Your ears raise in alarm when your shirt tears apart with a resounding rip, your burgeoning breasts bouncing free as your nipples stiffen as they're exposed to the cold air. You whine again, cupping your bouncing breasts in your hands as your lengthening tongue lolls out of your bone jaws. Your tits still continue to swell, becoming too large to comfortably cup in your hands. You put them to better use, one discarding the torn remnants of your shirt while the other slinks down to tease your dripping folds. You moan, legs pressing together as you shudder, your breasts becoming heavier and more cumbersome. Just how big were they going to get?

"Did you hear that?" you hear August ask with a chuckle. "Sounds like he's really getting into it."

"I don't know," Liam laments. "Something is going on. It's been a bit, man. We should check on him..."

"No, that would ruin the surprise!"

"Screw that! I want to make sure he's ok!"

Your ears swivel to eavesdrop on your friend's conversation, and your eyes dart from side to side as you hear someone coming towards the bathroom. No, no! They can't see you like this! Not with your body all soft, curvy, and full-figured, a beautiful wolf woman. Warm and inviting in ALL the right places~

You blink. Where had that thought come from? You don't want your friends to see you like this, right? You want them to see you, not MalO!

Right?

You shiver, letting out a whine as your pussy pulses. Your breasts finally cease swelling, resting large and hefty but yet fitting your nubile, wolfish form. You look into the mirror, grasping one perky breast (what size were these? C's? D's? E's, even? How are you supposed to know?) in one hand while the other traces the side of your new calcium-clad face, feeling the contours and smoothness of the bone.

You can only stare at your altered body - your shapely hips, thick, lush thighs, plump rear... not to mention that lovely soft black pelt that gives your body a brilliant sheen in the proper lighting... and the tail! That thick, fluffy mass that sways from side to side behind you with a mix of excitement and uncertainty, accompanied by heavy, pawed feet tipped with claws that click with each step. Speaking of steps, your eyes rest upon those round, pert breasts that sway and bounce with even the slightest movement, sending pangs of arousal straight to the tender folds that pulse longingly between your legs. Last are the eyes, those mysterious, glowing orbs that stare back at you with a sharpness that could pierce stone. This body... everything you see in the mirror before you... It's you, it's all you.

MalO.

. . . . .

Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt.

Your phone vibrates against the granite countertop of the sink. You're being called.

You reach for the phone and then pause. The contact picture is of that dreaded skull-faced wolf-bitch... and of course, you know THIS caller's name.

Who else would it be?

"Hello?" you hear Liam call out before knocking on the door. "Are you ok in there?"

"Y-yeah!" you reply. What leaves your bony snout isn't your voice, or at least the one you know. It's high and feminine, with a subtle, empty echo trailing the end of each breath. You just shake your head before returning your attention to the phone.

"Uh, are you sure?" Liam asks. "You sound kinda weird, man."

You place a hand over your snout. Crap, he noticed. Should you answer him again?

Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt.

And dare you answer your phone?

"You did sound weird," August says from the other side of the door. "Is that really you in there...? Shit, maybe he has a girlfriend now! That's where that wolf bitch came from..."

You shiver at that word and involuntarily let out a needy whine.

"What the...?" Liam says. "Come on, man. Or...woman? Come out and show us your costume or whatever. Or your girlfriend. Just something, please?"

Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt.

You consider what to do. Open the door? Stay in hiding? Answer the phone? Options, options... Your tail wags with anxiety even as your pussy drips with arousal.

"Yeah," August says. "Are you really ok? Like, I thought it was a prank at first, but you've been taking a long time in there... and that howling? Why don't I-"

You hear him fumble with the door, giving you a jolt of panic before realizing with a sigh that you had locked it when you had come in.

...Or not. The door swings open, and August steps in. His eyes go wide as he sees you. You freeze as he gawks at you. Crap.

He steps forward tentatively and then squeezes one of your breasts! You moan before slapping his hand away, a scowl on your skull.

"Ouch!" he says, stepping back. "Shit, you're real!" He stares at your tits. "They're real..."

"Of course I'm real!" you snarl. "I'm-"

"MalO!" Liam says, looking over August's shoulder and smiling from ear to ear. "Wow, you look just like her! Nice getup!"

"It's not a costume!" August says for you. He points towards your chest. "Those felt like the real thing! Soft, furry, REAL wolf titty!"

Flustered, you look away before realizing your top half isn't the only part naked about you. Squeaking, you press your thick thighs together and cover your bare pussy with one hand.

"Wait..." Liam says with a hint of disbelief in his voice. "...That's really you? Geez, what happened?" He looks to the sink. "And why is there cum all over my sink? Gross!"

"T-the phone..." you murmur.

Both your friends turn their eyes to your phone. It's no longer vibrating. You step back as August goes to pick up it up.

"Huh," he says. "I've heard of spells or amulets or...what are those statues with the big tits and bellies called...?"

"Fertility idols?" Liam offers.

"Yeah! I've heard of those changing people, but never an app!" He frowns as he goes through your phone. "Hey, you got a missed call and..." His eyes widen, and he turns the phone's screen towards you. "Is this the app?"

You stare at the infamous icon and nod. It's you that's on the icon - no, not you...

MalO.

But aren't you MalO?

August turns the phone away.

"Wait!" you say, breasts bouncing as you stomp towards him. "You can't-"

But it's too late. He taps the app, and... it opens?

"Huh," he says, frowning. "There's not much to it. MalO ver1.0.0c? Why did you install this? There are a few sliders... I wonder what they do? Maybe I can change you back?"

Change you back? From a busty, curvy skull-faced wolf gal into a guy? That...it sounds like a downgrade, now that you think about it... especially when you could be what you are right now. Especially when you can be-

MalO.

You shiver and lower your snout to peer down past the valley in between your massive tits, your gaze tracing over your taut nipples, the curves of your svelte waist, and the prize that lies between your juicy thighs - a fat, needy slit that you'd love to have penetrated and pounded by one of your friends throbbing co-

You whimper, shaking your head to rid your mind of the thoughts. You hope neither of your friends noticed.

"Can't hurt," Liam says.

"Yes, it can!" you huff, but neither do you stop August as he fiddles with the app. Can the app really change you back? Or will it make you sexier, more appealing to the eye, more like-

MalO.

"Alright, let me try this one..."

Your body stiffens abruptly, and with a squeak, your hips drift even further apart, more fat packing onto your thighs and rump. Your pants may have been tight before, but now they're practically a pair of yoga sweats. Still, the way they hug your nubile form feels lovely, and the warmth within you spikes as you imagine how you must look now. Surely more like MalO, more like you're meant to be... but why imagine when you can see for yourself?

Looking down, you find that your figure is more... well, matronly than before. Wide, motherly hips rest above fertile thighs, and a quick glance over your shoulder confirms your rump is plump and bubbly, jostling with each shift of your altered gait. If your skull could blush, it would be cherry red - though you're not sure whether it would be from embarrassment or pride...or would it be a mixture of both?

"Hey, c-careful," you say before your expression curls into a familiar smile. "What, I didn't look good enough before?"

You tilt your head and blink. That's... not exactly what you had intended to say. You sounded playful - flirty, even, and you're not sure why, but perhaps it has something to do with that residual warmth that still ingrained your furry form. You idly massage your folds, hoping neither of the increasingly-attractive guys notice.

"Not my fault!" August replies, thankfully not noticing the comment. "Like I said, it's just a bunch of sliders and checkboxes. Let me try...this!"

The transformative warmth returns to your chest, and you shudder. You look down at your tits, ears laying flat as your breasts swell.

"H-hey, stop, stop!" you beg, holding up a hand.

But your plea sounds half-hearted even to your own canine ears. Bigger is better, right? The MalO in the messages had reasonably large breasts... but you can be better. Bigger. More MalO than MalO herself!

"I'm not touching anything!" August says, holding up the phone.

You shiver, your increasingly larger breasts sagging a small amount as they fill with something heavy. Their increased weight pulls at your chest, increasing the ambient arousal you're feeling. You groan and arch your back, all too aware of how the guys watch your breasts bob and bounce. You hear the sound of liquid hitting the floor - an alternating plip and plap that catches your attention. Looking down, you find out what that heavy something is as a creamy, white liquid begins to dribble out of your fattening nips, trailing over your bosom and onto the tile below.

"Are.. are you two pervs serious?!" you cry, grasping one of your massive mammaries in your hands, the milk- for that's what it is - dribbling on your fingers now. The offending tit squishes gently against your fingers, and you gasp. "You made me lactate!? How'd you even find an option like that?!"

And what took them so long to find it, you wonder as your friends look you over with wide, lustful eyes. You like that look, don't you? It means they want MalO as much as you do!

...right? That is what you want, isn't it?

"It's just a bunch of bars!" August says, looking a little guilty and VERY turned on.

"Then don't touch anything else!" you exclaim, secretly you also hope he disobeys. What could happen to you next? What new, perverse change will be brought upon you? You shiver at the thought, your body tensing up in delicious anticipation.

"Th-this is kind of hot," Liam mumbles, rubbing the back of his head as he looks away. Even as you stare the two boys down, you can't help but agree. It is kinda hot... more than kinda. It IS hot, and you're certainly feeling the heat down below. You need some release, some relief...

To hell with modesty.

"Well," You lick your fangs with your inky black tongue, reclining into a more provocative pose. "Wanna give them a go?"

You give your left breast a playful squeeze, and that's all it takes for Liam to quickly nod and rush towards your prone form. August looks on with obvious jealousy as you let Liam massage the sensitive flesh... and before you know it, he's going all-out on your nipples. You whine as the flow of milk increases, the liquid dripping onto Liam's eager hands as they pinch, squeeze, and grope your fat teats. You rub your thick thighs together, your arousal causing a far different sort of liquid to drip down your legs. You're being milked... and it feels so good...

"G-give another slider a try," you huff between moans, more milk dribbling out of your swollen breasts.

"You sure?" August asks.

"Maybe it'll change me back."

But do you want to change back?

"You sure you're sure? What if it, um, makes your boobs bigger?" He blinks. "Or your butt?"

"Would that be a problem?" The words, oozing with sultry, seductive aura, slip effortlessly from your skull.

August shakes his head, and with a reluctant sigh, he twiddles with the phone. Instantly you feel that heat between your legs increases tenfold. Tail wagging in excitement, you shudder and moan needily. You pant as your lactation lessens, and your heat rises... and that's when you realize it. That's what this-

Heat.

You're in heat.

"Oh god..." you murmur.

But that's not it. The heat...the heat doesn't feel wrong. It feels... right. It feels oh, so right... It makes sense that a voluptuous, big breasted skull-faced wolf-girl like you would be in heat. Why else would you be so well endowed, so thick figured, so shapely and matronly, so sexy for a black-furred bitch like yourself? You're... you're MalO!

You blink and smile slyly as your gaze travels to August's crotch... and lingers.

"Damn it!" August says. "The app locked me out!"

You're MalO, and you're in heat, and neither of those facts bother you anymore. You're still you, of course, but yeah, you may have tits, and covered in fur, and have a skull for a face... well, there's actually a lot different. Yet it feels natural, so real for you to be this.

You lean into Liam's touches and idly rub your slick nethers as you picture your deliciously sexy silhouette. How would others react to images of you and your bountiful body showing up on their phone? Intrigued? Scared? Aroused? Scare-oused? You quiver at the thought. If the growing bulge in August's pants is anything to go by... it's all of the above.

August's brow furrows as he stares at the frozen interface. "Crap... it won't respond..." He looks at you. "...and you're still... well, that."

"Is there something wrong with that?" You snarl, locking your cold, intense gaze with his. "Is there something wrong with me being MalO?"

He goes pale with fear, but you take notice that the tent in his pants still remains. Meanwhile, Liam halts his helping, exchanging a glance with August.

"Uh, maybe...?" August says. "Are.. are you ok with this?"

"Maybe? Yes. I mean... I don't know. I..." You pause. "I'm not sure of a lot of things right now... but one thing's for certain," A small, devious smile creeps up on your face. "Do you boys want to-"

"Watch a movie?" Liam suggests.

You snarl again, this time with fierce, frustrated need, and he takes a few tentative steps back. You roll your eyes. Fine, fine... time for a different approach.

Rising to your feet, you wiggle those wide hips of yours, swaying back and forth enticingly. Whatever scraps remain of your clothes drop to the milk-soaked tiles at your feet, and you stand before your friends, fully nude and assuredly lewd - and yet it feels right. You feel confident about your heavy, curvaceous body, your skull snout, and those glowing eyes that beam lustfully at the males. You're MalO now... and that's fine.

More than fine, really. It's far more than you could have ever asked for- what was the phrase? You never know how much you truly want something until it's right there in front of you?

"Now," you croon, placing your hands on your hips and spreading your legs to reveal your plump sex, a bit of milk leaking from your swollen udders. "Does anyone want to fuck the skull-faced wolf bitch?" You pant. "Does anyone want to fuck MalO?"

"Hell yeah!" August hoots.

"Wait, what? Here? Now?" Liam asks, scoffing.

"Yep!" you confirm with a pant. "Hooh... gotta beat this heat somehow! So... who's first in line?"

Liam gives August a nervous pat on the back. "You can, uh have him... HER! Have her... " He blinks. "God, what a Halloween... I don't even know what's going on anymore!" He sighs, regaining his composure. "I'll, uh... I'll be out on the porch. Maybe I can do some research on this 'MalO.' Or cool off..." He quickly makes his way out of the restroom and over to the glass patio door, turning around one last time. "Just please don't be too loud, ok? The LAST thing we need is the neighbors checking on us."

It's just you and August now, alone in the bathroom. August looks at you, sweating lightly.

"You're serious about this, right? This isn't a prank?"

"More than serious," you bark, advancing upon him. "I just need to get started."

. . . . .

He warily extends a hand, lowering it to your breasts before suddenly raising it and rubbing your ears. You jump in surprise from the sudden change in direction but soon lean into the ear scritches, strange sensations of fingers caressing your furry scalp deeply- and surprisingly- arousing. You whine with need, tongue lolling out of your maw and tail wagging furiously. He smiles at you, and you smile back, knowing exactly what to do.

You place your hands on his shoulders, forcefully pushing the two of you out of the bathroom and into the living room before crashing down onto the couch. He squeezes your plump rear, sending thrilling tingles of arousal straight into your slippery sex. You bark from his touches, huffing steam as you slip off his pants. Pushing him down on his back, you grind your sopping wet crotch needily against his. You need this... you need this now!

You toss aside August's boxers, and almost with a cartoonish twang, his penis is out, stiff and ready. The sight of it causes your heat to increase tenfold, your pussy practically drooling lubricant as your breasts grow taut with milk. Your vision blurs as you pant and huff, tail raised wantonly as you crawl across his body, trying to find the right positioning. You gaze longingly into August's eyes and he returns a lustful stare just before you two get going.

At first, you're a little hesitant- lowering yourself slowly. But that fire in your loins flares, instantly overwhelms you!

"F-fuck... breed...!"

You tremble and let out a howl, but it's quickly cut short as your eager pussy comes into contact with his spire, its head pushing pleasurably against your folds, slowly probing and parting them before entering you fully. The feeling is immeasurable for the both of you, and even better when you begin to ride him with the wild, untamed energy of the animal you resemble.

The man beneath you moans as you work yourself on his cock, Liam's hips bucking as his slides in and out of your vagina. You grab his idle hands and guide them to your breasts, their jostling, rhythmic bounce somewhat stilled as he grips the lactating jugs with force. Rich, creamy goodness spurs from your fat teats like a lewd fountain, eliciting a howl from you. This time, though, it's an enduring cry as your pleasure meets its peak- you're close, so close... but it's not enough! You need MORE!

You ride him rougher, wanting- no, needing- to reach climax, and he does too, your inner passage spasming and clamping down on his cock as he pushes further into your depths. He gives your breasts a few more rough squeezes and nipples a couple of tweaks before he lowers his hands and grips your hips, his fingers sinking into your fatty flesh. You two go harder and harder, panting, howling, and moaning as one- your nubile form jostling and bouncing with every movement up and down his length. You're a pair lost in desire- having given into the animalistic urge to breed. You snarl and adjust your gaze, looking down at your lover before something catches your eyes in the haze of the heat. You turn your head and see MalO there, giving you a wink and thumbs up. You almost snort, but instead, you yowl, finally reaching your peak!

Your canine cry is soon joined by a moan from your man as August spasms, his cock stiffening before he cries out. He cums, his seed spilling into your womb as it seals down on his length to not waste a drop. You throw your head back, tongue lolling out of your skull as your milk trails down your breast. He continues to climax, letting out groans of pleasurable relief before finally slowing to a halt. A thick purr resonates within your chest, and you relax your spine, laying down atop him, your breasts squishing against his chest.

It seems like this could go on forever, that the witching hour might extend into endless years of darkness filled with lust and love, but then he's spent. August lets out a content sigh and lays back and closes his eyes. Still shivering, still pleasured, you close yours as well, not even bothering to remove yourself from him.

. . . . .

You remain here for a while, but you open your eyes, letting out a quiet hiss. What...?

Silently you crawl off his prone form, August's penis slipping free from your passage with a wet squelch. You give his chest a final nuzzle before rolling off of the couch entirely and onto your hands and knees. Your tail rises once more, and you let out a hot pant as excess seed oozes down your legs onto your thighs. Your breasts hang low to the floor as you remain in the quadruped stance, small puddles of milk forming beneath them.

For a moment, you wonder why your tail is still raised, but it's obvious, isn't it? You're still in heat. One breeding session wasn't enough- and you glance over to August, but he's spent. Drat.

Lucky for you, there's some else who can still help fuck MalO. Help fuck you.

You stumble unsteadily to your feet, your hips and tail swaying with each prowling step your take towards the porch. Liam sits outside in a deck chair, staring up at the full moon- and all that separates you from him is a sliding glass door. You smile, licking your chops.

Bang!

Liam jumps out of the chair and whirls around, looks up in surprise, his face first pale and then flush as he sees you- your form pressed against the smooth, clear glass. You see the same thing as him within the moonlit reflection: a sexy, smiling, skull-faced wolf woman, her fat tits mashed up against the sliding door, thick, round nipples flat against the glass, rivulets of milk running down the pane. Her exposed pussy is flushed, steam fogging up the surface around it, ready to see some action.

It's MalO.

MalO's eyes glow with desire and anticipation, flicking out her inky black tongue licking at the glass as both reality and reflection utter the same words:

"You're next."