Echoen
Tell me what you thought of the elixir's fourth installment!
I was inspired to try and create something to irradiate your mind.
Just light it up like a christmas tree

Blanche
Well, see, there's this cute, adorable-looking, hmmm...   Mousebunny.  Yes.  A petite girl, about Gadget-sized.  Smooth and delicate lapine features, coupled with a long mouse's tail that keeps hiking her sundress up, wanting to be high and proud like a bunny's tail, but instead just allowing easy looks at her panties.  The sort who'll lie down on her belly to read a book, kick her legs up and down, and not fully realize her tail's flashing her underwear on a constant basis as it swishes in every direction.  Placed just so, the way she is, she is a nigh-perfect Gadget target, an irresistible lil' thing whose body surely ought to provoke more than a few good reactions in a mouse's newly-grown extra erogenous zones~

Echoen
It's lit my mind up, fantasizing about having one shared mind across many bodies.
She has no... center. She's not 'connected' via anything, she's just... 30 people. Or more, or fewer.

Blanche
And this opens up a whole world of possibilities - in fact, many of which got explored in the sequence already!
Can't decide between pizza or Chinese food.  Do both.
Got to go to work, but want to stay home and play video games.  Do both.
Masturbate, or make love.  Do both.
Practice kissing, kissing, and kissing for hours on end.
Casually entertain a phone conversation, while still able to dedicate at least 9/10ths of yourself to an orgy...
Wanna sign up for the local sports program?  They need baseball players, it so happens.
It's great!  You're the baseball team.
It becomes second nature after a while, doesn't it?  It's how a girl can have a massive, throbbing hard-on a few times... but remain perfectly soft elsewhere.  Simultaneously having naughty thoughts, and focusing on her mundane tasks.
It was fun to see her down the potion, wanting more, despite already having eight limbs.
It was naughty to see her as two taurs, mounting herself.
It was adorable to see so many of her configurations, gathering into one place, checking herself out.
It was cute to see her doing her own take on The Creation of Adam.
And when I see her, in her sundress, looking so happy... I just want to cuddle her.  :heart:
coughs!  "And yes, of course - ah! - in her shoes, I would've experimented pretty much the same way."

Echoen
The Gadget-girl, sun dress and four legs, striding down the sidewalk on her adventerous day out, is just -barely- able to keep her incredible, orgasmic syncophany of being out of just this one particular body. An errant step or a little wobble is all it takes to set off another body-producing jerk that is left behind like a coccoon of mouse sexuality. Like trying to shove too much junk into the closest before it all spills out, pushing impure thoughts into the back of her mind. So when the girlmouse in four legs spies the bunmouse sprawled in the sunny park, she literally cannot help but to grow prominently fat boybulges as her gender asserts itself more forcefully onto this particular body. With a mental inner sigh and smirk, a G-rated version of her steps forth from her body, wearing the dress the same as she had a few moments ago, and leaving behind a naked multimouse who scurries behind a tree to masturbate. All the rest of her multipliciously overgrown bodies lie scattered like a trail of breadcrumbs back to her house, each one enraptured in bliss, as they experience first-person every thought, every sight, of the only Gadget left to not be masturbating.

Blanche
The mousebunny's looking perfectly prude and innocent in comparison to Gadget - well, pretty much anyone would be, even the ones a little more blessed by nature than the others.  Her long ears perk up at the other girl's approach, following the noise like a radar, and she turns her head to peek upon the newcomer.  Her face practically drops at the sight, her composure going out the window.  The lovely bunny's four legs are as obvious as the broad daylight itself, and they make her look completely amazing.  "G-Gadget?!" she exclaims.  "Wha...  Wow...  What happened to you?  This is incredible!"  She fully turns around, her own sundress clinging to her little curves from getting caught here and there.  She closes the book she was reading, and... well, she stares, unblinking, muzzle agape, her mousie tail swishing with definite excitement behind her, sending the hem of her dress aflutter.  "I...  I guess you finally got the hips you wanted for that dress." she adds, a little nervously.  "Does, um, does it feel good?  Or weird?"

Echoen
A whimsical admiration of the sudden realization of your -four- legs, four, plump and curvy legs.... Gadgets for blocks down all feel their thighs thickening and rumps plumping firm, but she manages to keep calm enough that the one approaching you only thickens a little. A smudge. Barely noticible. Five inches, no more. Oh gosh. Oh golly. -splrrrrrch- "H-hi!" She shrieks right in front of you, wide-eyed and trying her hardest to ignore the rump-filling thunderthigh-mouse, who is naked now, collapsing to the grass a few steps behind, juicing the lawn with estrus. You can read the "Don't look don't look don't look" panic on her face, as her hands reach out to firmly grasp yours and look you in the eyes. Hoping to recognize you. Recognizing someone isn't masturbating! Is it? No. Someone is Someone Else. A Body That Is Not You. Yet? No! Don't think about that -splrrrrrch- And then, the gadget looking at you has two heads. Just like that. Both try their very hardest to give you a fluttering smile. "HI." Says the left. "Yes, I'm Gadget. Hips. Dress. My dress!" Says the right.  She steps back, fluttering a bit, trying to breathe. "Yes, it feels good!" Says them both at the same time. She frowns for a moment, not liking the sound

Blanche
The girl's got an amused giggle at what's happening with you.  Despite the very obvious loss of control you are experiencing, the way you are taking it lightens what should've been a vastly alarmed mood!  She dares not speak just right away, prefering to check out your form, the way you work, the way you move, actually leaning one way so as to help herself to a secret she was meaning to reach for: what you look like when naked.  And this freshly split-off mousette is the perfect candidate.  The view does not disappoint.  The mousebunny gasps in sheer amazement, in open adoration, eyes and mouth as round and as widely open as one another.  "You are okay, right?  I dunno, you talk as if you were cumming right now.  So... hang on."  She only needs to think that over for a moment to figure out what's really going on.  One Gadget looking very, very out of character.  Another Gadget behind her, busy flooding her little portion of the park.  "Are they both you?!" she exclaims.  "Like, two Gadgets at once?!"  She shakes her head, sending her small, pert boobs swaying.  "You are definitely not okay.  You're way better than that right now!  Gosh...  That's incredible...  Can I touch?"

Echoen
The two headed mousegirl stands there as you examine her petite, exquisite murine framework. Silky creme fur, a graceful excess of curves, beautifully adhereing to the fabric. As she stands there, her body is slowly pursing in places, gently swelling out from dividing seams, gradually until she is two Gadgets in the same dress, but both of them with only one set of limbs. Very gingerly, as if with an unpractised seweing hand, the dress comes apart as well, and then there's two of her, in two dresses, trying to be blissfully unaware of the lewdity engorging beyond her. "Yes, but, ah..." Says one. She's trying to draw upon her previous context as a cartoon character. Who is she now? A former cartoon character, bestowed a 4th wall gift from a corruption-loving bat. She draws upon that. "R-remember those cartoons about mind-swapping?! It feels really weird and I'm trying to get ahold of mmmmmyyyself." She quivvers, but the Gadget you touch begins to calm down. Her endowments, four of -everything-, and pouring with juice, don't go away at all.... but she's at least able to clear her head and stand up, embarrassedly. Literally caught naked and orgasming in public as a sexual goddess. People are gonna -think things-.

Blanche
The sight is just so breathtakingly adorable that the mousebunny just has to shut Gadget up with a kiss on the lips.  Boom.  Just like that, like they always do in romantic movies.  Her butt stick out high and round, tail raised high, dress pulled up, panties flashing before your eyes, and your other eyes too.  "Guess you're making good use of it, huh?  Can I help you?  I mean..."  She takes a deep breath, imbuing herself with the heady aromas of what amounts to three mice having as much packed-up horniness as a dozen, like standing in the middle of a situation about to explode into a frenzied orgy.  "Can I make a confession?" she whispers.  "I've always wondered what you look like under your jumpsuit.  And now I get to see what you look like under your dress...  It's even better!"  She seeks to straddle your hips, capture them between her legs, and of course that means hers have got to spread obscenely wide to get this done, her arms wrapping around your upper body while she presses another kiss onto you, blushing hard from what she's doing.  Girl's gone from merely fantasizing about Gadget... to openly hitting on her in the middle of the park.  Fake it 'till you make it, they said.  Well, whatever shame she repressed is gradually fading away!  "So..." she continues, a hand drifting down, cupping between a set of outer legs.  "Can I have a piece of you now?"

Echoen
Reality itself just... just smears into the fantastical, cartoonishly animated 1940s incredible wow-technicolor-snow-white world of Disney, the kissing scene in a slumbering garden bed. She's getting her fantasies mixed up between princesses, but can you blame the girl? She's got toon in her backstory and she's kissing with the dream-girl she never knew she yearned for. At least there's fluttering birds and a really sweet sound track as she dips back in your kiss, and gradually the world... sluggishly reasserts into normality, dripping back into place with more and more things and details. She's got a -narrators- perspective, and she doesn't know if that's 4th person or 30th person. But, shoving herself back down to first person now, she pops open her eyes and smiles at you, taking a breath again. Time resumes a more normal pace and she listens giddily to everything. A version of her -shoomps- into a jumpsuit, with the other sun-dress wearing Gadgets stand closely nearby, also eagerly watching right along with you. A thump to the grass and she's hip to hip with you, the jumpsuit creaking suggestively. SHe's already got four sets of everything by the time she hits the ground, and a couple... "Timelines?" She postulates openly with you, as echoes of herself engage in various options of potential. Constant, incredible sex timeline? Or the version of Gadget'n'Blanche that birthes endless reality-breakings - or, just two cute girls exploring their potential with each other. You feel like you just got sponge-bathed with a collie-taur squeegee.

Blanche
It's like after-effects operated on her.  The crazed mind of Gadget doesn't need to end strictly at Gadget...  It permeates her surroundings, her environment, her everything, spacetime itself, and sure enough all the girls that populate it.  Even the former mousebunny is changed from it, yet seemingly blissfully unaware of it... or riding with it.  Four arms, four breasts.  Two sets of legs, one pair behind the other.  Two heads, one beside the other.  Perfect to capture you into yet another passionate kiss while she lovingly stares into the eyes of the super-curvy, jumpsuited Gadget before her - a Gadget whose jumpsuit increasingly looks like a skinsuit, following each and every contour to a religious extent.  Possibilities intersect, combine, and leave plenty of girls like her strewn about, each as lovingly and delicately rendered as the last, their animations silky-smooth.  One has a dress just like she had before, but her panties ended up around her hind legs.  Another one, it's panties up front, but the dress ended up chucked away as she dropped into existence.  One has been left embarrasingly naked, and she's hypnotized by the wide curves of your ass.  One next to her is staring just the same, albeit with quickly growing hard-ons slamming against her underside.  Yet the atmosphere is deeply romantic, and the soundtrack says so.  Violins, flutes, and just enough piano combine to make even lust seem like a perfect wedding.  She speaks, but no words come out: the movie is silent.  The meaning arrives within you, and she makes you understand.  You, the tinkerer, mere citizen.  Her, the cute princess.  She wants you so much.  And who can refuse a princess' advances?

Echoen
ALL of the Gadget falls in upon you in orgasmic bliss, giving in completely, suffused with religious fervor as she cosmigasms evernally, ascending beyond limits. For those long and tender moments, she spawns and respawns with you, fertilizing down to the sub-level of pregnancy concepts, and multiplying with outright Wingerizing. Loving, passionate, and rowdy, with enough pizazz to satiate even the most enthusiastic of hyper-lovers. In several simultaneously realities, she snuggles with you nonchalantly, eating popcorn flavored bubblegum and a tub of tubblegum. She can't get all the details quite  sorted out yet. "Thanks for calling me cute. You wanna date canonically? Gadget annnnd....?" She proffers, a few with flowers.

Blanche
She grabs the flowers.  She grabs them again, again, again, and again.  You asked out a mousebunny, you asked out a collie-taur, you asked out a little bit of both and even a lookalike of you with red hair instead of blonde.  They all said yes - she all said yes!  Multiple canons take shape, all valid, all beckoning, enough to make season after season of a show that'll surely soar in popularity.  "Only if I can date allllllll of you."  That's one answer.  Another answer is her shoving a hand onto the asscheeks of the two Gadgets flanking her, feeling bold.  "Only if you wanna date allllll of me." she answers elsewhere, two girls flanking you, because she needs that much just to keep up with one of you.  Elsewhere, it's a simple nod, from two eight-limbed mousebunnies flanking a sixteen-limbed Gadget, all three girls in a cute simple sundress.  You can ask her out however you wish, be it done masterfully or awkwardly, be it romantic of openly lewd - She.  Always.  Says.  Yes!
Elsewhere still, she's already gone to fourth base with you.  A bed full and overflowing with you and her.  Are there thirty of you?  Yes - so long as you limit your search to just the bedroom.  You make new copies of her, she makes new copies of you, two girls designing one another for each other, speaking their fantasies by building them - while elsewhere again, there's just the one difference of the girls birthing new copies of themselves, speaking their fantasies by offering them.
There's yet another canon, another universe, where there's a dozen of you and her in a massive tangle of limbs on the couch, watching a movie, a bunch of popcorn tubs passed around.  "It's about time you make it official.  I thought we'd been dating for the past six months." she jokes, kissing one of your heads and cuddling you.  "You'll always be the cutest.  Don't let anybody ever tell you otherwise."

Echoen
blushes so severely. "Is it a private date, or a public one?" She snuggles to you, gleaming.

Blanche
She wouldn't want you making it exclusive - knowing you, practically infinite, how difficult would the temptation be!  To wander, to frolic, to experiment and find inspiration, bring it back to her and surprise her in the bedroom.  "Just the two of us.  Total secret.  Can even date around to keep up the pretense!  Would be fun no?"
Elsewhere...  She wants you all to her, every last piece of Gadget that dares appear in the world.  She's selfish, but she's got what it takes to take you on.  She's got the chops to be a lover like she means it, an good match.  "Public.  I want everyone to know we're made for each other.  I wouldn't have it any other way."
Elsewhere...  She is abundant, she is lovely, she is madly infatuated with you, and she's so hungry for more that she couldn't pass up an opportunity to advertise what you can do.  "Public.  I want everyone to see us and want a piece of it.  Imagine how much better we'll all be after everyone falls in love with you!"
Elsewhere...  Well, it's funny, because she hasn't answered.  Everywhere you look, she's in the throes of orgasm, ramming cocks deep into you.  And it's happening twice rather than once, because elsewhere still, in a similar living room, it's you getting balls-deep into her and making her scream so loud that she hasn't the presence of mind to answer how you casually question her while fucking her brains out.
What do you know.  You ask, and you get every answer in one.


Blanche
A vault, a large room, and a diving board.  What does she do?  Put on a tight swimsuit, launch herself in the air, and dive into a veritable swimming pool of multi-Gadgets.

Echoen
Squeaks, giggles, and plush moans greet you as you dive in, girls wobbling as if water-filled as you sploosh upon them. It's less... swimming, and more a game of 3D Snake, with each stroke sending you stretching longer and sending after-copies of you spreading out across the Gadgets to embrace, snuggle and squeak vigorously. Only the foreward-most you retains your swimsuit, always several slender fingertips tugging and smoothing the outfit upon your body. When you finally come up for 'air' a few minutes later, dozens of you leave a trail of teal haired mousebuns  to track your passing, filled and loved with a literal swimming pool filled with Gadgetmice. A couple realities have you walking off, arm and arm with more Gadgets towards the sauna, or the diving board again, or the locker room. A few possibilities are explored where you dive right back in. Most of them involve hard dicks and pregnant bellies.

Blanche
looooves producing more herself, more Gadgets, and just plain more girl per girl.  In fact, there's one reality where the bin is full of just one Gadget, but what a Gadget, a veritable train of legs and thick cocks.  The sauna is a wonderful experience in itself, and it's almost an unspoken game of who does the biggest bulge in the towel they put on their lap.  The locker room is the theater of romance, quickly growing into lust, as a mousebunny walks her naked self to the showers, communal showers, no curtain, no way for her to get any privacy, and this means busty and curvy mice get to witness a busty and curvy mousebunny run her hands through that bright hair of hers, caress down her flaring curves, going "Which do you prefer?" as two examples stand side by side, one with four legs on a row, one whose body splits from the chest down - similar-looking results in the end, plus or minus a set of charms.  The question's useless of course: it's just a way for her to tease the oversexed mouse and provoke her into pouncing on.
Another reality has the said shower lasting all day, as girls try again and again and again to clear the spunk off their bodies, constantly under the throes of a spontaneous orgasm, giggling all the way.  Tee-hee~