Balros & Echoen Squirrelchrrs, standing up to stretch and flex, while the adorable pajama'd lil' foxgirl peeks at him from around the corner. Yeah, her foxparents had explained to her the concept of a babysitter, but it was still different o have them /not here/ and to have someone so handsome, so beautiful, so alluringly attractive that she was beginning to /feel things/. Especially when she looked at the substantial bulge of squirrelboy that bulked out the front of his pants. The scent of him, too, stuck to her tongue and sinuses like peanut butter. It made her butt itch and her hormones throb, her hyper-puberty getting kickstarted. Even if he left right now, she'd be left a fuckably fatbottomed cockslut for the rest of the school year. Peeking one eye open, he glances and sweetly grins at the shy foxgirl looking at him from down the hall, around the corner. LlunaBlue She quickly retreated her head back into her room. Even that split-second of eye contact seems to have caused more... feelings. Leaning back against the wall, she starts rubbing her chest and between her legs uncontrollably; sure she'd explored herself before but it's nothing like THIS, with the heated feeling and swelling areas and utter wetness down there! She closes her eyes and shudders, her paws making her moan cutely as she's riding out the wave of whatever it is that's going on. Balros & Echoen So many of those feelings were concentrated around her butt; pressing her ass against the wall was feeling better and better, the squish of fat-filled ass cheeks somehow as rewarding as each squeeze to plumping girlmuff or stiff-nippled chestfat. Balros slowly walks down the hall, ensuring his dense footfalls are heard by the increasingly excited, horny gushygirl. Gluey bursts of estrus pour from a swollen sex, A-cups swelling to B-cups and letting off a spritz of milk. When he finally 'rounds the corner and stands in the doorway to her room, leaning against the frame and crossing one leg over the other, the sight of him alone gives the girl her first real, intense orgasm... coupled with an orgasmic pump of growth into each of her buttcheeks, stretching her pajamas. If she knew anything she'd know she needs to get railed in her ass hard! LlunaBlue It could easily be a scene from a horror movie; a girl helplessly screaming as a beast looms in the doorway, gaze locked upon his victim... A gaze which feels like it's shooting filthy words and thoughts directly into the fox girl's mind: Grow! Sluttify! Breed! Her pyjama pant's waistband gets too tight around her wrist to keep her paw inside, so she's forced to wrench it away from her throbbing, gushing puss, and the moment she does it's like floofy radiation hitting her in the crotch directly. She screams even more as it swells visibly beneath the fabric, the growth surging with each involuntary hump in the squirrel's direction. Her butt and thighs follow closely behind, stressing her pyjama's seams to breaking point...! Balros & Echoen A horror scene, with terror tinged with abhorrent pleasure. Pump, pump, PUMP goes her asscheeks, thickening and fattening with fuck-me-now plush and a prostate that won't give up. Her mound is a visible outline in her soaked pajamas, squishing even around her paw, flowing with more juice than should be possible. Cervix, womb, ovaries all overdeveloping in a desperate breedneed. Sweat and musk cling to her blue fur, a stench that begins to reek from her pores not unlike the squirrel's. She can smell herself through her own screams, an unrelenting whorebody with needs that make her young brain -ache- so bad, so good. Unfolding his legs, he walks forward until his immense sheathbulge and nuts are inches from the small foxfloof's face. Sprays of pussyjuice splatter the floor between his feet, flinging from her sopping crotch. When he speaks, his words plunge into her triangular ears and physically reshape her brain to make them true, no matter what. "You need buttsex; it's the only thing that calms you down." LlunaBlue Her eyes get wider and wider as you approach, and as you speak the new truth to her, her pupils dilate and she FEELS her brain and body immediately get to work. She feels the subtle shifting and squelching of new, dedicated brain matter forming, and she feels the immediate puckering-up of her innocent little butthole! It swells so large and gets so sensitive that it tickles as it rubs against her pyjama fabric as she eagerly turns around to give you a view so lewd and with everything so obvious that it might as well have not been covered anything at all... and with a sexual moan and the exercising of a new innate way to control her body, she "pushes" a final surge of growth out of herself to burst those damn pyjamas once and for all! Balros & Echoen Keeping your personality intact so you can fully -experience- everything that's happening seems to add a new level, new flavor, of utter indulgence. Whether or not you understand the new impulses, new neurons, new demands of your own body and continuing squirrel corruption. He drinks in the fluttering changes in your expression and the subtle bulging or throbbing of your skull as your brain grows and reshapes with new alignment, using one thumb to wipe off a bit of foxdrool that dribbles down your jaw. Despite your whole body hypersexualizing, it's your ass that seems to have the most impact on you, even overtaking your oversized pussy on how much pleasure it's giving you. And then, the moment he's been pushing you towards... when you finally snap. It takes a considerable volume of buttcheek to smother a squirrel's huge hyper bulge, but even your pyjama-clad rear end is approaching that much mass. He plap-plaps his thickbig handpaws on your rump, cheeks and hips, pushing and squeezing in and helping you -grrrrind- your hypersensitive tailstar against his straining sheathbulge. The fabric of his shorts begins to fail, threats popping, fur peeking out, balls swelling fuller. Together with that SURGE of ass growth that thickens your hips and thighs too, the dire slab of squirrelcock he sports shreds his shorts and sinks between those cheeks. A thrust of his hips forward sends his nuts whumping against the back of your legs. He pushes your face and body against the wall as he leans forward, angling your fat butt with his fat cock, palms and fingers sinking into the expanding plush flesh and fur of each cheek. LlunaBlue Her butt is approaching the same width as her height, and it gets a few inches wider as she obliges your thunderous squirreldick's request! All of the muscles within, both natural and recently-acquired, squeeze down tightly and release at a rapid rate as you utterly rail her, her expression as she turns her head is one of a completely different fox pup; tongue hanging out, a dumb grin at the corner of her lips... And then she decides she wants more. Her cunny is so needy but she needs MORE buttsex! It's simply the truth now, and as your rough plap-plaps shove deep within the folds of her asscheeks, you feel her asshole pushing your shaft slightly lower as it begins to merge with her needy puss. Balros & Echoen The incredible mass, girth, roundness and heft of your ass is impossible and yet the bigger you get, the needier you become, the craving for buttfucking beyond the point of boiling the rest of your young brain. When finally, finally, he SHOVES the fat bell head of his prick into your bloated pucker, it's like lightning struck your mind and a deluge of dopamine floods you to the point of tears. Twenty four inches of pink-fleshed fuckpillar stuffs and stuffs and stuffs into your depths, stretching you open even as you grow more inner muscles to clench even harder. He rolls his hips, thrusts, thrusts more and harder, slapping your rear end with his hips again and again to make wobbling waves in each globe. He slides his large, strong hands up your cheeks to grip your slender waist, squeezing your midriff to hold you and start to not just pump himself with you, but pump youon* his pole like a fucking toy. Bumping your face and cheek against the wall roughly, not that you have the capacity to mind much anymore.* This hard buttfucking gives you, the 'real' you, the original you, a glimmer of your former sanity. Getting railed from behind is the only thing that lets you /think/ anymore. Only for you to hear the worst thing in the world. "Fewer holes? Tsk, Lluna. You should know better. More holes." With a SPLURCH, your partially merged pussy unmerges from your tailstar, and then wrenches apart into two side-by-side cunts, doubling your tunnels and making your belly bulge with a double set of wombs. But even though your ass is being railed with incredible satisfaction, you feel an... itch, just above where he's fucking you. Your tail being nudged just a little bit higher, to make room for a second tailhole. Juicy, glossy, and aching with a need worse than the original. Grinning, the squirrel pulls one paw back, balls it into a lush fist, and PLUNGES his arm down to his elbow into your new depths. squirrel softsmiles and sits on a couch, snuggling with a feral Applebloom in his lap. Both of her buttholes plugged full of squirreldicks. Technically she's free to leave at any time, but too addicted, too needy. LlunaBlue She bounces up and down on you, moaning and swearing sluttily and leaning on you with her forehooves, waiting for her parents to arrive home... Balros & Echoen The way he throbs, spurts thick globs of pre, rolls his hips and moans - gods, he really does love fucking ass. Snuggling a lil' fatbottomed fuckpony in his lap is so good, 'specially with the occasional growth spurts that fill out her butt even more sluttily phat. His bellyfur a mess of her mare estrus. He gently nuzzles her muzzle as she whispers swears and slurs into his ear, watching her facial expression not match the curses she's spilling, like her own linguistics are completely out of tune with what she's actually feeling, wanting. LlunaBlue She'd been too pure and innocent a soul for even a stronger-than-usual dose of the floofer's corruption to have entirely engulfed her just yet. She's moaning and fucking and having fun on the outside, but within her mind were two warring factions: One pure, soft spoken little pony who wants to play with friends and spread joy, and the other invasive side urging her to give in, to grow MORE buttholes, and to powerfully swear at others until they're in the same state!