Balros & Echoen Squirrel grins broadly. As soon as you mention weed, you begin to notice... the stench. The stank. That pungent scent of stoner stink that fogs the brain and quickens heartrate. But this chemical fog is laced with something else, something corruptive, something that makes everything feel too good. He leans in close, too close, and kisses your muzzle, blowing a deep breath of toxic fog into your lungs and belly. LlunaBlue The smoke is relentless in its coverage; while the poor fox is desperately fighting to breath and swallow it all down just so she can get some oxygen again, it feels...aggressive enough to have forced itself into her even if she was unconscious. As it spreads within her, so do the tingles. Tingles which leave her limbs feeling weak and her brain all stimulated. Her eyes widen as all of the utterly sordid thoughts begin... and they continue to do so, literally widening better than they've ever been! Balros & Echoen The smoke that rolls off of him seems to pour from his pores, everything about the squirrel producing more of that intoxicating gas. He breathes into you like a bellows, filling you with corruption and expanding your mind with racing thoughts - literally expanding your mind as your skull stretches upwards and a second brain fattens atop your first, gushing with hormones to soak your original. He breaks the kiss and pulls away, looking into your growing eyes as they adorify and make you look obscenely cute, then flicks his gaze downwards at the second pair of eyes you now have, lidded and reddened, baked beyond all fuck. It's these eyes of yours that are looking at his body - as he spreads your thighs and wedges his huge sheath between them, as he pushes into your fattening butt to stuff your sex full of squirrel, as your breasts and belly bloat outward to squish against his front as he fuckbreeds you. LlunaBlue Her new persona, instantly formed a literally sitting on top of her, soaks her with relaxing thoughts of never having to do anything ever again and that she should just loaf around and fuck the terrible influence that is her perfect, floofy, delicious pungent boyfriend! As she sinks upon your shaft and feels you filling up her slickened and desperately throbbing cunt, her original personality sinks into the pleasure, too... and she giggles. She giggles a LOT, as immature and hilarious thoughts about sex and boobs and dicks bombard her buzzed-out brain. Her grinding picks up the pace as she laughs even louder. "HeheheHEHE!! OOOOHH RHHHFF YASS, mwehehe! Ya think it'd be f-funny if, oooOOOOH... if we' like... fuckin' flooded the whole city with stoner-babies, y'know?! EHE~!!" And within her womb, the first of many rapidly forms. The giggles emnating from within showing that her little kit sees the funny side, too. Balros & Echoen He reaches up with a large paw and fondly strokes over your muzzle and face as the giggles, the laughter, the crazed insanity sets in. Rolling his hips in a lazy thrust, his dick swells bigger inside you, jamming against your womb and fallopian tubes, basting them all in squirrel baby batter that rapidly bloats you full of giggling, chittering, crazed babies. As he pours seed into you, he doesn't pull out - filling and fattening you fuller, breeding you more, swelling your belly to an obscene degree. Fat-butted, wide-hipped, breed-needy fox-squirrels grow and mature too fast, using his dick to pole-dance and grind against and get their bellies fat, too. Your snatch stretches and -stretches- as the first of them start to shove out, as big as you and sporting bellies almost as pregnant. Gushes of his cum and your estrus floods out of you with each one that emerges, and when they flop out, asses upturned, more gushes of his cum and their estrus pour out to splatter back onto you and your face. You can see your granddaughters being born, thrusting themselves out head first, tits bouncing, bellies wobbling. LlunaBlue Our copulation lasts for quite a while, as it also does for the chittery, giggly, just-as-fertile successive generations we leave spreading through the house, to the extent it would be impossible to see any of the floor for all of the fucking foxfloofers that there are. One in particular screams in joyous pleasure as her child's head splorts out of her and immediately burps a concentrated, stonery-stenched smoke cloud into all of the foxfloofs in front of her. As she completes her birth with the proudest smile on her face, she's met with chittergiggles of approval and compliments, that quickly turn into uncontrollable stenchburps of their own! In the street immediately outside, a mother cheetah notices her daughter start to uncontrollably giggle, too. Asking what's so funny as she turns to look at her daughter, she's met with a crazed expression that's cuteifying right in front of her. Lewdly groping her chest and crotch, and as something big begins to tent her skirt, the mutating girl says, "I just find it funny that I'm going to make you a mommy again, Mommy!" Balros & Echoen Those powerful belches, exhuding visible clouds of corruptive fumes, seem to do it for the squirrel - his ejaculations only grow more forceful and fulfilling, flooding wombs ten generations deep. The way those throats swell around the sheer volume, how some of their necks even get permanently longer, jaws distended, the bliss that fills their multiple pairs of eyes.... how the act of erupting seems to encourage growth elsewhere, breasts filling fuller and rounder, bellies swollen with more than just more life, even hips and rumps billowing bigger to birth more belch-happy foxfucks. "W-what? Eehee..." Stammers the feline mom as her young daughter presses her against a piling on the sidewalk, a whiff of the scent her daughter is exhuding making her tingle and start to giggle. Her pussy fattens in her panties as her daughter's bulge outgrows her own panties, exposing cheetah-furred balls and sheath and a swelling spire of pink dick. Her eyes lid as her daughter plunges into her, too stoned to protest as she begins to swell pregnantly with her daughter's corruption, soon shoving her rotund belly against her belching girl's face.* LlunaBlue It's like her mother's body is rising to kiss her, and she obliges... but as she smooches her mother's nipple it begins to throb and ickle unbearably. Momcheetah's tortured howls of laughter echo down the street, and they're soon accompanied by the muzzle's that begins growing out of her tit. As her other nipple is pleasured too, her cunny pushes forward as it forms a mouth and lips around her daughter's cock and starts to literally swallow all of her cum down her new cervixophagus! She's left as just a set of foxmuzzles attached to an obscenely motherly and pregnant cheetah; foxmuzzles which laugh and burp and begin to >hurk< up more just as the police arrive to the scene. Balros & Echoen *The pressure builds, and builds, and builds, until she finally pops. Right there in the opera theater, heralded by the added sound of a trumpet not at all on key. Between the fox-girls legs emerges the enormous gray girth of a gargantuan hyperherm elephant, far larger than the fox-girl birthing hir. But the fox-girl's womb aches with even more tremendous need and pressure just at the sight, sound and smell of hir still-growing elephant daughter, rapidly shoving upwards rounder and fuller with even more immediate pregnancy. The six-foot-tall elephant herm pulls hir huge tits, round pregbelly, birthing hips and enormous cock and balls free, stepping out and lurching to seven feet tall once shi's fully birthed free of the three-foot-somthing fox-mommy. The whole crowd is almost silent as they stare in shock and horror, drawing breaths to scream. LlunaBlue Breaths drawn in become confused "PHWRRRNs" of emerging phant trunks on the way out... and with many more of them joining the chorus as they shoot out of cunts, assholes and throats. Within the centre of exponentiating phant chaos, the little fox girl moans and stretches at odd angles as pressures builds up within:- lumps punchingly appear all over her body, causing her to swell uncomfortably... and it does stop as, with a shriek and a final urgent surging larger, she BURSTS into 17 more 7ft-tall phants that fly through the air. Balros & Echoen *Panic tinged with lust spreads rapidly through the crowd as new elephant identities are shoved into theatergoer's minds, fattened with urgent and overwhelming needs to birth and grow. Swelling with that insanely pleasurable pressure of growth. Fear of exploding merging with an even deeper need to cum as hard as fucking possible no matter what. Those that strained or 'resisted' the most intensely were the first to give violently explosive birth to hyperherm elephants that look sorta like them, often before they were fully transformed or phantified themselves. None of these patrons of the arts made it out the exit doors before detonating into 8-foot tall, 9-foot- dozens of 12-feet tall elephant grrls. All 18 of the original fox-girl phants quickly find themselves outnumbered and the smallest among the floodingly-filling theater, cramed and crammed into cushiony seats or between bigger, younger fucking phants. They all swell up with lumps and curves as if to burst themselves into more....