blanchespr: *She ponders that over while she gets used to her new look.  The squirrel grins with obvious pride as she admires her curves in the mirror: the body of an elementary schooler, with the uniform of a prim and proper high-schooler, gifted with the wide hips and the enormous chest of a fully-developed university student.  It makes her giddy!  "Hmm, give me a sec while I solidify too!"  She grins at you, tugging her skirt over her growing bulge in her undies.  Stretchy they are, well able to contain a package that keeps shifting between large and mighty as the mood goes.*

Echoen: It's not that shi doesn't like what she sees, it's that shi likes it too much, and it's totally wrong. And shi's been finding any and every excuse to come and babysit for you again, always finding you more than before. Being in a K-12 school was an extra bonus, able to stalk you all hours of the day, nevermind you were Kinder and shi was 8th grade. So much time near you has probably boosted hir as well, high school in the chest and thighs, porn star in the lap, upper grade school all where else, 'cept the fur was definately as silky sweet as any junior. Shi plucks at your top, showing a bit too much side boob.

blanchespr: *Her shirt has long since given up the fight against her chest.  It was supposed to be a plain and sleeveless halter-top but now it's bursting at the seams, her humongous tits spilling out either side, and up through the diamond-shaped hole that allows view to her cleavage - really who thought that was a good idea for a shirt aimed at girls her age?  The busty squirrel swishes her insanely bushy tail, a veritable wall of fluff dancing behind her.  "You grew!" she exclaims upon seeing you.  Look who's talking, right?  "Do you like what you see?"  Of course she's proud of her over-endowed body.  It means cuties like you stare at her all day long, and she loves the attention.  "I'm all real, you know.  Honest!  Totally natural."*

* Echoen blushes a bit at your exhuberant exclamation about her own increase in endowment, her thong just not able to contend with all she has to pack under it. Your short stature gives you an extra special vantage point of it, too. More and more of it visible, as she soaks you in, petting over the huge curves of your breasts, now that they're exposed. "It's... real nice. Are your folks gone yet?" She asks anxiously, looking around the corner into the next room just to check. 
Echoen: Her petting your breasts are making them bigger, certainly, physical contact the surest way to get you growing. Sure that we're all in the clear, she looks back down at you, into your large eyes and utterly adorable face. "Nnnf. If it was just this, I'd still come." She leans down half her height, wrapping arms around your shoulders and neck, scissoring muzzles with you in as hot a kiss as she can muster, too eager for what it does to you, your socks already stretching, popping....

blanchespr: *The squirrel-girl paws at your behind a little.  "Aren't they your panties?" she mutters, thinking out loud, realizing only a few seconds later that they are indeed your everyday underwear.  It's just that you've become so grown-up down there that your undies just sink between your rumpcheeks, turning everything you wear into a sexy show.  She doesn't need to tell you the coast is clear: her gusto already speaks leagues, her tongue meeting yours halfway and her eyes closing in the passionate kiss.  Parting her feet, she spreads her toes a little, those feet slowly turning into quite the well-sized and strong paws, giving her a few inches of height from their new digitigrade stance.  She can feel her rump getting bigger, more muscular, more well-defined too, made to go along with those
blanchespr: powerful legs.  It doesn't appear she's noticed what's going on just yet, even if her shirt is now ripped halfway down, spilling so much boob that it's downright obscene.  The fabric wraps around her nipples like a second skin, her skirt quickly becoming useless against her genitals rumbling themselves bigger.  The kiss alone leaves her with big nuts that hang as far down as her knees.*

Echoen: /me's thick ass has filled out more than generously under her supervision of you, with broad thighs and longer legs than a girl like her should have. Moaning into the kiss, louder than she meant to, she presses down while you push up. Sucking on your tongue, trying to drink it, licking along your teeth as they grow too. Buttery estrus drools down her balls, balls that your second set of paws can grope and touch much like your upper set are kneading at her butt. As your height stretches slowly upwards, she doesn't have to lean so far down, and can quash her front even more closely to yours - 
Echoen: luckily, your twin sheaths give her cock a nice furry cavern to push into, to throb and grow. Your lower half is outright larger than your upper, and as she turns her head the other way to scissor with your second head, it only becomes more so - particularly when your hind paws push your body forward, making your big forepaws step on her toes, hips behind hips, spooning with yourself. Breaking the kiss, to moan and pant, your two heads slurping and licking at her throat. She has to lift her chin - those oversized ram's horns bumping her jaw. "Your... horns are coming in earlier than normal..." She huffs dizzily.

blanchespr: *She stumbles backwards a little after the kiss, giggling tipsily.  For someone only half your age, she sure has some height to herself, actually as tall as you are.  At least her clothes haven't ripped apart from her new mutation, though the new arms have caused her tits to pillow around that much more, no way to even just sit there without getting squeezed by her shoulders.  "Aren't they pretty?  I love them?"  She pats at her horns while she grins at you, almost dancing on her four paws.  Behind, her tails are becoming a wild bundle of fluff, the four overly long appendages making for a wall, a real storm behind her.  She lets out a little 'eep!' when her panties slip between her overgrown sheathes, and she has the presence of mind to do away with the underwear completely, no use
blanchespr: wearing them now.  All the better to free those great, slightly musky nuts, aromatic from a day out at school, especially since she spots two quartets of them.  She quickly returns into the snuggle, all four of her hands diving between your legs and concentrating on your hard-on, the playful demon-squirrel of sorts more in tune with your sexuality every day.  "And you taste even better too!  No matter which lips I kiss!"*

* Echoen is breathing rapidly, nearly breathlessly, so excited to look you eye to eye. She hasn't come away unscathed by your changes, her shirt nearly tearing around her generous breasts, her skirt riding up over widened breeder hips, and her balls bouncing to her knees; her cock, at half mast, almost like a third leg. One of her hands on it, patting a fattened, throbbing vein, bigger than a finger. It rises up when you dig her cockhead out from between your sheaths, so you can toss your panties off - only to dip back down under its own weight as it fattens a little larger. 
Echoen: "They look like... handles." She chrrrs, her chrr turning to a moan as your balls cascade free, powerful scent causing a lewd puddle-splat of girlspunk behind her own nuts. When you dive back down, she places one hand on each of your heads between the quad sets of ears. "Nnnnn...." She bucks her hips forward, thrusting between your soft necks, as your lips pitterpatter kiss over her sheath. She's getting even more hippy, balls rumbling down your front, thighs broad with buttery squirrel. She starts thrusting slowly between your necks.

blanchespr: *The squirrel giggles at your frenzied attempted to sex her up.  If there are two of something, you're going between them, aren't you?  "You're so horny!" she exclaims, looking like a mysterious seductress and yet possessing the wide-eyed look and the high-pitched voice of an adorable cutie.  All she needs to do is back herself up to the long sofa not too far away and watch your growing cock just lengthen, catch up to her while she gets settled down.  She tugs her shirt over her body, and she slowly lifts it up, revealing boobs, boobs, boobs and more boobs.  Eight of those great mammaries all stacked up along her body.  "Come on, get it between allllll these doubles~"  She lies on her back, squishing your dick between all those pairs of tits, those pairs of thighs, that pair of sheathes,
blanchespr: that pair of heads, that pair of ballsacs, that pair of pussies...  You have a varied tunnel of sensations to buck into, meeting something new every step of the way.  You can feel her energy flowing into you the more your body touches her own, heartwarming sexual feeling cascading down your cock, fueling your balls with power, your body with motherly proportions, and an irresistible, unconditional love for the two-headed squirrel.  "Am I the cutest girl in the wooooorld?  Are you going to cum at the sight of my body?"*

Echoen: "I can't help it..." She moans, grinding in harder, bigger, better. "You keep spiking my food!" Shi doesn't seem to be complaining, no, not with the cutest demon around for hir personal fuckthing - not that -everyone else- doesn't have you either, or there's a reason your 'parent's go out so often each week. Squealing as her cock stretches forward, her balls fwoomping and surging bigger with each foot you tug forth from her, having to stand on four legs now, like you, not even aware of how she's changed all that much. 
Echoen: When you lay back, she's upon you, between you.... finding her place, the place that was made for her, surrounded and squished by squirrel girl doubled. She doesn't fill out, she floods out, her ass taking a grand portion of her frame, her pussy pooling cum on her balls. "You... are! I already... do!" She yelps out, trembling in orgasm, another busty lil' you popping out from her womb, 'cept taured out so there's a lot to wiggle and slip free, then mount up on her back and fuck her down at you.

blanchespr: *She has such an odd relationship with her surroundings.  Everybody thinks they're having their way with her, and she thinks she's having her way with everyone else.  But who's the real winner?  The powerful demoness who gets tended to by a horde of loyal lovers, or the horde itself as it grows bigger and more sexualized every week if not every day?  Your body gains more by the minute, adding space between your pairs of legs, slinging your sheath under you, the fat pouch actually stretching along your entire underside to grant you precious stability.  Things are absolutely insane at the back: your hips are the size of a double doorframe, your heavy nuts just shy of dragging on the floor.  It's then that the new squirrel-demon slips into existence, giggling already, maneuvering on an
blanchespr: eight-legged horse's lower body.  Two quarters, two sets of forelegs closely packed together and two sets of hindquarters to give her some real complex hipsways to behold... not to mention an even taller, more imposing body.  "Look at me!  I look even cuter than before!"  She shows off, grinning twice, pillowing her fingers among her upper set of huge boobs.  Just one more body to add to her collection, right?  She'll put it next to the squirrel-lamia and the squirrel-shiva - the one she uses when she wants the entire classroom to replenish her sexual energies in a biblical-caliber bukkake handjob.*

* Echoen doesn't try to turn back to look - that's what her extra head is for, panting like a puppy, eyes lidded in lust, her expression saying it all - want, want, want. Milk, estrus and semen pour from her body in quantities she'll never measure or remember, swimming in a fog of pheremones and lust, wriggling in against you in perpetual orgasm now. She can't hardly more anymore, not so much immobilized by weight, but by how you simply grow her in any direction she wants to go. 
Echoen: Mostly, that direction is *in you*, so she is doing a fine job of stuffing into your tunnels and holes and pouring out her lust. Even when your ponysquirrel mounts up on her and shares with her passages what it feels like to be stretched around a dozen medial ringed cocks and flares, she's growing back against them, giving you more room to fill her up.

blanchespr: *Her cock feels better than even the most complex and customized of dildoes.  Her weight feels heavy on you, and then it disappears completely: she no longer needs to mount you, she just has to stand above you and thrust her hips, simply slamming her cock sheath-deep with no hesitation at all.  And the kicker is that you're not even privileged: it's become an everyday thing for the succubus.  Sure, she does fuel up by jerking off an entire classroom at once, but if only you saw that bunch of kindergartners!  No one in there has any less than twin dicks, and that's just for the girls.  The teacher has to stare at growing curves all day long, and oftentimes at growth spurts that happen over lunch.  You're just the latest in her collection of concubines, a perfect walking and talking sleeve
blanchespr: to fuck at her heart's content.  She's quick to send away a torrent of seed into your depths, her thrusts causing her tits to squeeze around and between your heads, and meanwhile before you, you see that cum of yours crawl back to her, ooze up the sofa, caress her body and penetrate her very being, until there's no hint of the mess that you've made.  Instead, her hips widen, her pussy becomes a hugely plump set of lips, out of which slips yet another squirrel, adorable, tiny, cute, barely four feet tall yet endowed with tits nearly that much across, riding on top of a sheath jutting forward and always throbbing.  If she turns around, you can see her oversized sexlips and the big button of a clit standing out from among them.  Yet another new body for the squirrel to experiment: brutal in
blanchespr: simplicity, showcasing size above all else, raw power and sex appeal to reach the biggest audience she can find.  Something to incite the newcomers, the curious.  For the connoisseurs, in time, they'll get to meet the exotic versions of herself, from the squirrel wearing a mass of agile tentacles to the frighteningly well-hung squirrel horse-taur that's making almost a condom out of you.  Thank goodness for those giant hips!  There'll be no way for you to leave the room without punching a hole in the shape of yourself through the frame.*