Balros & Echoen
*Smiles and nods, then grins, standing there while his cute black-furred bunny girlfriend stands right in front of him, her new crotch-maw gulping and sucking on his big plump prick. That crotchmaw controls her lower body, and she's starting to lose control of her upper body with his mutations. "Wow, is this third base, on just the second date?" He asks, thrusting his hips forward to mash hip-to-hip with you.

LlunaBlue
She bites her lower lip and fondles her strangely-lumpifying tits as she attempts to answer your question
"Mmmmnuh, y-yeah, third... I-I think..."
">MMMMNPHLURP< AW, FUCK NAW, YA DUMB BUNNY BITCH!" shouts her crotchmaw, her mouth clearly as dirty as her... mouth is. after so sloppily pausing her throatfuck, "THIS IS FOURTH BASE, OBVS! HUNFMMMPH--"the buns hips thrust forward once again as her main head yelps in confused, pleasured distress, and some muffled mocking laughter begins emanating from between her buttcheeks* 

Balros & Echoen
He keeps his gaze locked with yours, even as your new muzzles scream and shout at you - he seems to drink in the insanity that flitters across your face, the effects of other minds having on your original mind, so many crossed neurons. "Fourth base? Ohh, does that mean we're gonna have babies?" He asks cheerily, placing his handpaws on your hips - hips that widen in a pumping surge of growth, in pounds and pounds of plump assflesh pouring into your buttcheeks to balloon them out, wedging around the big muzzle that's replaced your butthole. He thrusts and fucks deeper into your gulping crotchmaw, feeling its big nose sniff and snurf at his musky sheath. A thick spurt of cum is gulped down; and you feel your pussy clench like a jaw, starting to mutate and moan out, channel becoming a throat, petals becoming lips, teeth and tongue.  An embarrassingly fat pregnant gut rounds out your middle.

LlunaBlue
She grips her massive, groaning gut as it surges outward, and causing you to need to reach around her as widely as you can in order to continue pumping your addictive, corrupting cum down her bunny-cunnythroat. Looking up, you see the expression of a helplessly broken blushing bun face, new dumb smile forming on her dumb smile; a clone muzzle beginning to just push out of the original.
Her brain, meanwhile, is being bombarded by sperm-shaped impulses from all of the other brains forming within her. These impulses zap through her mind and collide directly with all the dopamine cells within, causing an exponential explosion of dopamine each time which rapidly forms a dirty cuntmaw or muzzlecock that just cum and birth and bombard her brain even more powerfully.

Balros & Echoen
*Feeling your belly expand and swell and smoosh against his midriff - well, you can 'taste' and feel how his huge cock throbs and gushes fat loads of spunk from how excited he gets. Leaning in, gets your plush breasts to smoosh against his chest, and he rubs whiskers and brushes lips with the stupidly smiling bunnymaw pushing from your stretching, opening muzzle. The way your throat -bulges- as you slowly throat-birth your clone, soon he's making out with your clone still in your mouth.
Still, he keeps eye contact with you. Even as your eyes are shoved upwards in a higher skull, to make room for the dumb bunny slut eyes that grow below them, so very little left of your body that you can actually control. Just eyes and ears atop a freakish bunny. Though, you still have your upper arms under your control - but you can feel someone, two someones, tugging on them. Your first and second daughters, young and small and cute, looking up at you pleadingly, almost looking scared. "Mommy, I... hawll.. hawwlph...." One of them tries to speak, but her maw and jaw get stretched open by a second muzzle pushing out, much fouler-mouthed. "Oh, 'mom', you're so FUCKING hot. I'm going to grow a big dick just like Dad and knock you and sis up!" Your other daughter on your other arm, also tugging pleadingly for your help, can't speak at all because a full-grown clone is stretching out her throat hugely as it crawls out, followed by another and another, she can't stop.

LlunaBlue
As broodmammabun's full body shudders and sprouts foull-mouthed muzzle after glurkbirthing muzzle, her rapidly-expanding generations continue to manifest their own mutatations just as cruelly fast. Admist the chaos, one bun knocks their many-greats grandmother's cell phone of the table, which another manages to dial 911 upon before her hands begin cackling and bulges begin travelling down her arms.
The wolf call handler on the other wnd is bombarded with a cacophony of screams and pleadings and squelchings and violent, indescribably wet sounds as soon as he picks up.
"911 what's your emergencooooOOOOOH FFFUUGLUUUURKMPH! oh, Oh, OH GOD, MOMMY, HELP MEE-HEEERRGLUUUURPH--!"
His clothes burst immediately as he surges upward and outward, the speed at which the bunnies form within him being rivaled only by the velocity they achieve from their incredibly powerful birthing, flying over cubicles and pleading for their mommy... or, at the ones that can do.