Sypress
yawns sleepily, stretching her arms far above her head. This, of course, results in her lowest pair of breasts slipping free of her shirt, bouncing profusely for a moment. Repeated exposure to a bat and/or squirrel has left the things permanently laden with milk, broad areola spanning no less than a third of each breast, to say nothing of those prodigious teats she's sporting for nips. "Mmh... 'Morning." She mumbled, slumping into the nearest seat.

Balros & Echoen
Repeated exposure, because the squirrel kept getting asked to come back to babysit. No other babysit could withstand the sheer need of this battygirl, years too young to have gone through the decades worth of puberties that have bestowed her with such bustlines. Just sitting with him, sniffing his scent, feeling his fur, is enough to have another entire teenager's worth of hormones pump through her system.
"Haaaay, sweetie." Balros croons, scooping her closer to nestle with his warmth on the couch. "Finally got some rest after last night? Took a long time to wear you out."

Sypress
absently worked her fingers through the mound of her pussy; a thing so fat and puffy that it would have overflowed even one of Balros' paws with ease. Another side effect of being so laden with hormones that she quite literally sweats puberty.
"Hnnfh..." She yawned again, leaning against the squirrel even as her pudgy, pregnant-looking belly rumbled, though not in hunger. Her squirrel-adapted womb was simply that big.. "Slept some, hard to sleep when birthing, though."

Balros & Echoen
Bits of steam and estrus-musk rises from your plumped pussy and labia, the thing grown bigger since he last had to breed it. He leans over your head and tall earsand nuzzles into your hair, sniffing in your potent scent, his latest pair of shorts bulging profusely. His other thickbig handpaw strokes the rotund girth of your girlbelly; just touching you makes the girls in your womb go through puberties themselves; some even starting to give birth, themselves. "We can help you take a nap later if you want, if you get tired enough."

Sypress
She perked at that before tucking herself in closer to Balros, her belly rippling briefly before doming outward beyond the expanse of her six breasts. A thing that she hardly noticed thanks to the shudder-inducing gush of estrus that spilled from her pussy as it packed on a few more inches of squishy mass.
"We can invite Momma Echoen over again." She tipped he head up to rest her chin on the squirrel's shoulder, a wobble of sorts jostling the small bat as her shirt slips up and over yet another set of breasts, thick teats streaming milk without any aid from squeezing paws.

Balros & Echoen
Now your belly was as massive as when he'd let you sleep for the night; jutting in front of you with gravid weight that hardly seemed to inconvenience you. His palm roams across its wide expanse, occassionally stroking over a huge and sensitive tit and offering a pleasant, milk-pouring squeeze. Then lower down under the curve of your tum to scoop three thickbig fingers into your snatch just under your clit, to roll and knead the fatly swollen and hypersensitive button in his palm. "Sure, I know shi'll be happy to see you. Let's invite hir in right now." He noses into your earcup to whisper, deeply corruptive. The words that make your womb ache with a tight pressure hotter than any before.
"Give birth to Echoen, dear. Shi's already inside you, growing. Push hir out; give birth to hir right on the floor. All 8 feet of hir, right now."

Sypress
She clenched her jaw at Balros' words, their effects coming well before their understanding as a deep, overwhelmingly pleasurable ache took hold in her laden womb. It swelled, lurching outward far beyond the edge of the couch with a suddenness that made the bat squeak in both surprise and abrupt orgasm, her toes splaying wide on either side of the heavy dome of her belly as it came to rest between her legs. For a moment, anyway.
She clutched at the squirrel's nearest arm as a new sensation built within her, her expression growing hazy and glazed as her vast uterus convulsed, and then clenched, rewarding her efforts with a powerful gush of estrus, and then a sudden shift from within as the massive shape of the bat was coaxed towards the exit, distending those engorged folds until the smaller bat was a chittering, panting mess. So much stretching. So much pressure.

Balros & Echoen
He cuddles, nestles, and comforts the bulging battygirl as sanity itself crumbles from the onslaught of pleasure. Every ache, every throb, every surge of increased pressure from Echoen's growth and rapid development in your womb sends shockwaves through your nervous, endocrine and lymbic systems. The hormones of motherhood crash upon your body like a tidal wave, flooding your mind with far too much erotic sensation. Shi's growing. Shi's coming. Shi's already outsizing all your other offspring within your womb, packing in plump curves and powerful muscle, breasts to rival your own. Is all that estrus pouring from your pussy even yours? There's a flood... your passage opening, the stretching sensation a climax unto itself. Shi's coming. Shi's coming. An eternity of orgasms stretches time and your pussy...
And then, shi is there. Standing. Looming. Dripping. Hir ass at level with your face; hir hyper-sized pussy bigger than your whole body. You just gave birth to that.

Sypress
The far smaller bat slumped back with a squeaking shudder the very moment Echoen had been disgorged, body shivering with post-birthing hypersensitivity that made even the slightest touch to any erogenous zone enough to have her shuddering in perpetual climax. "Hrrnfh... Momma Echoen." She breathed, flexing her toes as she came down from that orgasmic high, the haze clearing from her thoughts enough for her to lock her eyes on that massive pussy and really understand what it was she was looking at. Her eyes widened and she leaned forward, squeezing one of the squirrel's paws reflexively. "Whoa... How do I get something like that?" She asked, the sensations of the other, smaller bats squeezing out of her utterly lost to her newfound interest, save for the milk streaming from her sextet of breasts.

Balros & Echoen
The immense battyherm slowly stretched hir broad wings and flexed hir arms; hir entire body shuddered upwards another full foot in height, eartips brushing the ceiling. The immense bulk of hir pussy bulged outwards and back closer to you, clit as thick as your leg. The juices pouring from it splashed over hir balls and onto your cunny as well; the contact of corruptive fluids coaxing your swollen snatch to swell, swell, /swell/ larger like a granted wish. So too do the cunnies and bodies of your flowing birth-stream of other bats, piling up around the biggest bat's legs.
Shi turns hir head to one side to peek at you over hir shoulder, giving a slightly toothy smile. "Hello, sweetling. You just have to want it badly enough." Shi stretches once more to pop kinks and joints, as if testing out a new body, hir breasts bouncing loftily in front of hir. Finally shi turns completely to you, nearly bludgeoning you with the bulk of hir sheath. "Climb on and I'll help you stretch out." Shi offers, tracing the rim of hir sheath and dark cock with one finger.

Sypress
The urge to reach down and clutch at her bulging, billowing labia in both hands was impossible to resist, her fingers feeling the squishy, slick flesh quickly overflow her grasp, spilling out against and around her thighs until she's sporting a dizzyingly massive muff! Soft, velvety fur gave way to smooth, brown skin where that mound began, and she couldn't help but squish her hands deep in between those estrus-soaked lips, spreading them wide with her arms even as more multi-breasted bats spilled out of those absurd depths, each laden with a terrifically hyper pussy of their own to squish with those of their sisters.
"Mmhn?" She mumbled, only now looking up to see that monstrous sheath. Her belly lurched, birthing several daughters at once at the sight. "Climb in?" She asked, lifting herself up with almost nonexistent effort, a sticky mess marking the spot she was sitting in beside Balros. She leaned forward over the rim of Echoen's sheath, curious, and then turned, lifted herself up with the aid of the couch back, and gingerly slipped one foot into that overbearing pouch as if she were backing down a ladder. Except the pouch she was slipping into was well and thoroughly occupied by a cock that could outsize her entire body~