Balros & Echoen laughs joyously and snuggles you in squirrel and bat LlunaBlue Her fur turns pink as soon as the both of you make contact with her, and with a sweet gasp her eyes widen and her pupils and iris expand into heart shapes, with her irises also becoming a delightful shade of pink. Her brain is immediately just filled with LOVE, bombarding itself with the idea in all of its concepts and variations, but focused on what's sandwiching her; the being that is two but one. Both the floof that she's sinking into from behind and the ample flesh that's pushing against her feel exquisite, and the most demanding of commands that her mind is shouting at itself is to absorb that energy they're giving off, and to love MORE. Balros & Echoen The joy and love and floof and WARMTH that surround and suffuses you, fills you up and turns you pink, just intensifies. But then it goes deeper, surrounding you, taking all that you are and think about and know and have learned, warming you over with love, and merging with you to bring you into the fold. Combining, amalgamating, incorporating, until you never were apart from them, you were always a part of me, there wasn't ever you, there was only ever us. Love. LlunaBlue "Llu honey, have you tidied your room ye- er... hello?!" The door was opened without knocking as her mother came through, phone in one hand and purse in the other, most certainly NOT expecting two strange, naked people in her daughter's bedroom, nor for her daughter to appear to have become so warped s to look almost unrecognisable. The little pink foxy turns her head. "Oh, HIYA mommy! Well... mommy in a way, ehehe~! I'm sorry, I am us now, and if you'll excuse me..." You separate, and you grin at your "mother" as you turn around fully, revealing the utter width of your shortstack form. Without breaking eye contact with her, you lift both your arms and begin jerking off both of your cocks, and turn your two others heads to her, too. The mother stares in confusion, shock and horror as her daughter begins moaning so sluttily; such a familiar voice making such unfamiliar, unashamed and lustful moans and gasps which gain even MORE volume as she crouches slightly and then THRUSTS a schlong out of herself "AAAHHHN...! GAWD, mom!! I feel ALL of this, and... ngggh, I guess it was so good that I had boner out one more! And now the problem is... I'm full. No more room to share love quite THIS special, I'm afraid... I wonder what I should do to you instead~? Balros, any thoughts~?" Balros & Echoen Merging with and flooding a pink foxgirl's body and mind with the impossible density of his mass and energy, forcing her to deal with the incredible need to grow and release it, would have been enough for him to tease her and corrupt her whole family. But so deep is his love and adoration for her, and himself, and their combined selves, that he only s-l-o-w-l-y ramps up how big and productive she gets, so she can enjoy it, savor it, relish it. Lose herself in the journey rather than be obliterated by infinite sexuality all at once. Giggling as his arms are used to pump off all three of your throbbing girlcocks in the direction of your own appalled mommy, the squirrel turns his two heads towards your middle face and smooches both your cheeks at the same time. "She's your mommy, right? She'll take care of you no matter what happens to you, or what you do to her." The squirrels then proceed to meldmush himselves further and further into you, pushing in from both sides until you're just a pink foxgirl and her mommy. LlunaBlue With a grin that has a hint of evil glee written upon it, she responds... "Then I reckon she can look after a whoooole lot of me, huh~?" And then she clenches; she doesn't know how she knows, but it's like a new button within her by doing it the right way, she can control her spunking perfectly! Right now, the rush of a fucksession's worth of stimulation condensed into a few seconds rush from her prostate and through her dick and balls. Before mommy has a chance to even react, she's drenched in pinkjizz, which immediately gets to work ensuring she's afforded only the privilege of infinite sexual obliteration. She had kits running down the legs of her tights before the first "OOOOH!" could leave her lips. Her work blouse gets punched off of her chest from the immediate force of her eight tits surging in front of her. Her eyes widen just like her daughter's had as her pupils enggulf her iris, reflecting how her mind is being bombarded with purely hollow love; the mere pleasure of becoming a bloated breeder for eternity and nothing more. Balros & Echoen With that clench, there's a release, an immense amount of tension pouring through your sensitive shafts like a spigot on a dam pipe. Even your pussy can't help but GUSH with girljuice as an after-effect of cumming ever so briefly, with the waves of after-orgasm making nearly all of your body spasm and tense in radioactive afterglow. A girl slightly more mature might be horrified to the sensation of her balls filling up fatter and with -more- pressure and need than before the release; the first taste of an addictive drug of cum. Foxmommy is violated, through and through, with her daughter's hypervirile cum. Her body is a living detonation of sexuality, her new sizely breasts and belly irradiated with new pleasure nerves. Her moans drown out the screams she aches to squeak out, the shape of her eyes the last vestige to communicate her horror before overwhelming pleasure obliterates her capability to express anything else but love. Foxmommy becomes trapped in her own body, drowned in her own hormone-drenched mind, her very world lost in a pink fog of fuckdaughter subserviance. The kits don't stop coming. Girl after girl after girl after girl pouring out of her gushing sex in a waterfall of estrus, a tide of vixens. Realization buzzes across your brain as you see each new foxfloof's expressions - they are all your mommy, too. They have her personality, her mind, copies of who she was before her true self was... forced to become whatever birthed them. But they all have bodies, and the hormonal maturity, of a foxgirl half even -your- age. They scramble, they stumble, they try to get up, to get their bearings, to assess their situation with faculties insufficient to the task yet coherent enough to know that -something- is wrong. To recognize you. To know that they... love you, and yet are incomprehensibly terrified of you.