Echoen: *Dainty hooftips clip-clip closer*

blanchespr: *She looks up and swivels her ears around.  Did she hear something?...  Did she lock the door?  She freezes in place, her hands still between her legs, her big flufy tail straightened up and frizzed out to indicate her alertness,*

Echoen: *There's a pause, but your attuned ears hear much more muffled sounds - whoever it was didn't stop, they just went from hard floor to carpet. The very soft thumping grows closer, but it could just be your heartbeat. The edge of something scented drifts past your nose, just not quite on the edge of your detecting it. 

blanchespr: *Although she can still hear some faint noise, an imperative drives her to just keep on going anyway.  It won't be the first nor the last time someone walks in on her masturbating - it's just that previously she was setting up the scene on purpose, feigning shock, looking offended and then breaking out into a giggle before beckoning her lover onto the bed.  Today was a bit different: it was the result of a very lonely Sunday afternoon plus a multiply-endowed squirrel who just couldn't stay in place for so long.  And when she can grope her breasts, jerk off and finger herself all at once, it's oh so all the more tempting...*

Echoen: *It was always different to pleasure yourself for the sake of your own pleasure, versus pleasuring yourself to tease an onlooker into an aching jealousy. With the latter, it was only a matter of time before they fell in. With the former, it was a much more challenging goal, of finding your own buttons and stroking them to quivvering glory. Somehow, knowing someone unexpected is near, could walk in you at any minute.,..
Echoen: that provides the thrill, the adrenaline needed to reach a peak. That level of naughtiness some squirrels just need. A noise near your door signals that someone is so /very/ close, but any pause or strain to hear, those sounds are just too quiet to really get a lock on. Like she's using your own sounds to hide her approach, but she couldn't know what you were doing in here, could she?

blanchespr: *If the act was unknown, it was going to be known soon.  She might clench her teeth and seek to muffle herself as much as possible, it doesn't take away the fact that having two orgasms in a combo (plus the smaller climaxes her nipples go through) is taxing on one's self control: it's hard not to resist the call of sounding off as loud and as clear as possible.  But rather than a cry, she lets out a groan of sternuous effort just from trying to keep quiet, while a long load of hot cum flies straight across the room, easily clearing the distance by way of her sheer power.  Whew!  And that's from the male side alone.  For everything else, well, it was laundry day anyway, and those bedsheets were due for a wash.  At least she feels a little less pent-up than before, but the afternoon's going
blanchespr: to be a long one and she's got way, way more stamina than she can handle to not feel frustrated, still.  A few other sessions are in order.*

Echoen: For the efforts of being so quiet, the noise your cum makes as it hoses down the wall is deafening, a heavy drumbeat of thick spunk spattering, like a hose on a boat hull. And the scent it pours into the air, thick and virile, potent enough to tingle the whiskers and peanut-butter-dryness the mouth. Right at the tail-end of that first orgasm, a light scent of Shirleen crosses your nose, shoving through a second orgasm nearly unbidden. There's a tender knock on the door. "Blanche? Is everything alright?"

blanchespr: *That voice sounds familiar...  She gathers her wits and processed what she's heard, blinking her eyes and kneeling up on the bed, her cocks still completely rock-hard.  "Hmm, yeah, more than alright, come in, come in!" she calls out.  What better way to catch her than by seeing her with nothing more than her white summer blouse on, opened up to reveal her in her full glory?  Yes yes, that'll be a good idea.  In preparation, she grins and holds an erection in each hand, teasing them lightly with fingertips to keep all four of them throbbing.*

Echoen: "I hadn't seen you all day, and the... oh, my." She coos as she opens the door, Shirleen's sweet motherly face gazing down at what you brazenly present towards her, and a quick sweep of her gaze spots the spattering on cum on the walls, and the dark stains of estrus soaked into the bed, likely the mattress as well. She looks up into your eyes, your grin, her broad rumps smushed into the doorway.

blanchespr: *The squirrel wiggles her hips before you, her tail swishing in great motions to spread her fragrance into her bedroom, the girl very much in the mood for action.  That's why she's touching almost all the senses, grabbing attention with sight, with sound, with pheromones, you name it - and soon and hopefully, touch.  The place has been made for someone of her caliber, drains lining almost every wall to catch and wash away the excess of cum, along with a broom near every doorway.  "Are you coming in, or what?  Or do I need to get to you?...  Are you stuck?  Again?"  You see eight perky nipples, D-cups on top and going to mere beestings towards her midriff.  You see big green eyes almost aglow among her bright red fur.  At the sight of you... she strokes herself a little more quickly.  Her
blanchespr: scent mingles in with yours, mixes and marries - and it becomes greater than the sum of its parts.*

Echoen: She breathes in your scent, her areola and plump mamadeer teats swelling as your pheremones saturate her senses. Her heavy bottoms squish against each other and the door frame, grinding in as she slowly pushes her way forward into the room. Yet, with her growing arousal, she maintains such a sweet countenance, her initial surprise giving way to her motherly love. "You shouldn't burrow yourself away like this, it only gets you pent up again." With a thoomp, her bottoms pop free of the frame, allowing her to stride in closer. She places one hand on your forehead, nonchalant about how her large breasts quash against your front, left taurso pushing against your cocktips.

blanchespr: *Never did she figure out that masturbating in the enclosed space of her bedroom was the worst idea in the world.  It always made for a feedback loop: she got herself off, she spread her scent, she got aroused from it, and she had to start all over again until she collapsed from exhaustion.  To this day she was still wondering why she could jizz for hours in her bedroom yet have a quickie without problem in the backyard where the wind could carry her pheromones away.  She'd made a misguided assumption that she was somehow turned on by bedrooms, and needless to say she didn't believe one bit of that.
blanchespr: Pressing her face against your chest, she latches onto a nipple and takes a quick draw, her own thickening nubs poking up against you likewise.  She gets an arm around your upper body, keeping the three others up front to grope you, at first looking just plain starved for sex until she remembers that she's got manners, and so she rises a bit to trail kisses from your lower left breast upwards to your collarbone, your throat and your lips at last.  "...Sorry, I get a bit ahead of myself sometimes." she whispers.  "I was just thinking of you, so..."  She bats her eyes cutely, staring into your own with naught but unconditional love in her gaze.*

Echoen: Shirleen had installed a little monitor underneath your bed to give out an alert when your pheremone potency reached a certain level. Before then, she would only find out about your feedback loops when the drains installed in your bedroom would get clogged and the upstairs started to creak from the weight of your production. She had even convinced your school to install some, after a bully had stuffed you into a locker which resulted in the hallways getting flooded. It was dangerous for you to sniff yourself for an extended period. With her hand still on your forehead, she coos softly as your mouth slurps up a thick teat, drinking a healthy quaffing gulp of doecream, supercharging your body with more energy than should ever be given to a spunky girl like you. "Well, you don't have a fever, that's good." She murmurs,her other hand sweetly stroking one of your upper breasts, palming over the growing nipple as your breasts plump another cup size. Incestuous kisses are lathered over her heavy chest, until your sweet tongue dives into her mouth and she draws you up into that loving facial embrace. "I know you were, dear. Just be more careful. Here, go satisfy yourself with me while I clean your room." She draws away from you, her dual bottoms turning to bounce, then smoosh and press against your bodies, while her upper body begins to gather cleaning supplies from a small drawer in your dresser.
Echoen: Shirleen had installed a little monitor underneath your bed to give out an alert when your pheremone potency reached a certain level. Before then, she would only find out about your feedback loops when the drains installed in your bedroom would get clogged and the upstairs started to creak from the weight of your production. She had even convinced your school to install some, after a bully had stuffed you into a locker which resulted in the hallways getting flooded. It was dangerous for you to sniff yourself for an extended period.
Echoen:  With her hand still on your forehead, she coos softly as your mouth slurps up a thick teat, drinking a healthy quaffing gulp of doecream, supercharging your body with more energy than should ever be given to a spunky girl like you. "Well, you don't have a fever, that's good." She murmurs,her other hand sweetly stroking one of your upper breasts, palming over the growing nipple as your breasts plump another cup size. 
Echoen: Incestuous kisses are lathered over her heavy chest, until your sweet tongue dives into her mouth and she draws you up into that loving facial embrace. "I know you were, dear. Just be more careful. Here, go satisfy yourself with me while I clean your room." She draws away from you, her dual bottoms turning to bounce, then smoosh and press against your bodies, while her upper body begins to gather cleaning supplies from a small drawer in your dresser.

blanchespr: *Even if the squirrel isn't an escape artist, she has a knack for busting out of all sorts of places on short order.  Whether it's confined spaces or swimsuits that are a little too tight, let's just say that she's never had to experience claustrophobia ever in her life - for better or for worse.  At least it's good that she doesn't need to pay for most of the damages.  In the locker room case, it was decided that the bully had it coming to her, and her violently expansive pregnancy had been deemed punishment enough.
blanchespr: While you turn away, she gazes upon your amazing behinds.  She's torn between staring at them all day long, and taking action upon them... but her body takes the decision for her.  Taking in deep breaths, finding herself more and more stacked with every passing second, she reveals her true nature to you: that of a hyper-hermaphrodite.  Her tits press up to one another, not enough space to house them all comfortably at their most inflated state, and if anybody was intimidated by her four cocks, they'd be even moreso if they learned she was hung more than well enough to bottom out inside a taur.
blanchespr: So she doesn't thrust in... her shafts do.  They spread and stretch your sexlips and your tailholes, smoothly going in deep and deeper, the girl well able to pound both of your bottoms all by herself like the big girl she is.  She steps forward, closing the distance between her hands and your rumpcheeks, groping both of them while keeping two hands to finger herself once more and sink a digit into one of her fuckable nipples, a wild gush coming from them both.  "Are we going to make love after?" she asks, not counting a session as a real one unless both participants are into the act of course~*

Echoen: Shirleen barely makes a coo as you press up against her heavy bottoms, lush rumpcheeks and cute, flitting tails, a rich pussy between each bouncy globe of butt. The pheremones that pour forth from her estrus-dripping sexes is such a counterpoint to your own, fertility versus virility, a pull to your push. She gathers up the scrub brush and biosafe chemicals against her chest, giving a slow "Mmh..." as your shafts push into her welcoming tunnels. She's buttery smooth inside, warm and clenching, gulping your girths inside of her, fluttering as they flex, and clenching whenever there's a hint of your members pulling back. "If you behave - I don't want to find any surprises like last time." She says, with a motherly sternness. She does go through your room time to time, looking for contraband. When she had found some the last time, your punishment was you had to do the gardening yardwork she normally does. Even with this family having such a hypersexuality to it, it is so normal in other ways. Her tails flutter as your hands knead over her bottoms, bursts of estrus gushing over your balls and thighs. She heads to the closest wall with you in tow, and starts scraping your cum off the walls. As she works, you can see her side-boobs ever more apparent, breasts swelling, inflating full of deermilk, hypersizing steadily.
Echoen: Shirleen barely makes a coo as you press up against her heavy bottoms, lush rumpcheeks and cute, flitting tails, a rich pussy between each bouncy globe of butt. The pheremones that pour forth from her estrus-dripping sexes is such a counterpoint to your own, fertility versus virility, a pull to your push. She gathers up the scrub brush and biosafe chemicals against her chest, giving a slow "Mmh..." as your shafts push into her welcoming tunnels. She's buttery smooth inside, warm and clenching, gulping your girths inside of her, fluttering as they flex, and clenching whenever there's a hint of your members pulling back.
Echoen: "If you behave - I don't want to find any surprises like last time." She says, with a motherly sternness. She does go through your room time to time, looking for contraband. When she had found some the last time, your punishment was you had to do the gardening yardwork she normally does. Even with this family having such a hypersexuality to it, it is so normal in other ways. Her tails flutter as your hands knead over her bottoms, bursts of estrus gushing over your balls and thighs. She heads to the closest wall with you in tow, and starts scraping your cum off the walls. As she works, you can see her side-boobs ever more apparent, breasts swelling, inflating full of deermilk, hypersizing steadily.

blanchespr: *At least when girljuice is being thrown around instead of cum, it's far easier for the drains to take in the same quantity.  In a way, getting her inside of you like that is a valid approach to containing the damage.  Much cleaner to jizz up an ocean into you than anywhere else in the house.  The sheer gravity of her loads becomes more apparent as time goes on: her estrus-soaked balls keep ketting larger and heavier, hanging down lower between her legs, the sac of four balls splitting ways.  While she looks to have just four testicles on a normal basis, the truth is that they're four separate sacs kept tightly together, the four testicles in each squeezed together.
blanchespr: But when aroused, the true numbers reveal themselves: each cock enjoys four giant nuts to best spread her seed around and to explain why she's so abundant in her climaxes.  So much that she barely lets out any precum: excesses of her jizz burst forth even though she hasn't hit her true climax yet, her voice still low and moaning to herself.  She squeezes one of her breasts, a sudden jet of milk splashing down all along your left taurso, the girl letting out a small giggle.  "Oops."  Staring at your expanding sideboob, she bottoms out inside of you, knots quickly swelling large to lock her in and spend a full minute blowing her load into you~
blanchespr: ...And just as quickly, those knots vanish, freeing her once more and giving her a chance to continue.  She's not nearly done yet, having so many more gallons of seed to give away, her balls churning at peak efficiency to supply her.  Beneath her spreads a pool of her honey, laced with a little of her milk... most of it simply disappears into the drains at the base of each wall.*

Echoen: Shirleen may be some kind of bottomless recepticle for cum, juice and offspring, liable to pour out more than what's put in at any given time. Never even bat an eye, either, as your sperm erupts inside of her with ever increasing force, thicker and richer, her bellies only lightly rounding from the volume. Her tunnels hug your shafts, embrace them, hold them inside of her deeper than possible. You can just turn your valve open full and pour your pressure out, and she'll take it all. Soaking you with her estrus doesn't really help your pressure, either, soaking into your flesh and whispering need into your testicles to let it alll out. She -does- pause when your knots billow out and stretch her rear ends half a meter wider, briefly inconveniencing her motions about the room - but once they push fully into her, they are gulped in, inwardly clenched but outwardly not apparent at all. She has about half the room cleaned, and she arrives at your closet, opening it up to reveal your many outfits. Her breasts surge in size just then, titflesh pushing your clothes out of the way - she parts her breasts, which parts your clothes, revealing the back of your closet. Nevermind your closet is being flooded with her milk, she casually explores around and cleans anything that got in here by 'accident'.
Echoen: Shirleen may be some kind of bottomless recepticle for cum, juice and offspring, liable to pour out more than what's put in at any given time. Never even bat an eye, either, as your sperm erupts inside of her with ever increasing force, thicker and richer, her bellies only lightly rounding from the volume. Her tunnels hug your shafts, embrace them, hold them inside of her deeper than possible. You can just turn your valve open full and pour your pressure out, and she'll take it all. Soaking you with her estrus doesn't really help your pressure, either, soaking into your flesh and whispering need into your testicles to let it alll out. 
Echoen: She -does- pause when your knots billow out and stretch her rear ends half a meter wider, briefly inconveniencing her motions about the room - but once they push fully into her, they are gulped in, inwardly clenched but outwardly not apparent at all. She has about half the room cleaned, and she arrives at your closet, opening it up to reveal your many outfits. Her breasts surge in size just then, titflesh pushing your clothes out of the way - she parts her breasts, which parts your clothes, revealing the back of your closet. Nevermind your closet is being flooded with her milk, she casually explores around and cleans anything that got in here by 'accident'.

blanchespr: *Normally she'd be trying whatever she can to hide away whatever she's hidden when you're on an inspection, nevermind the fact that whatever she uses even once is forever marked with her scent.  There's always something to be found in her room: dirty magazines that most didn't even suspect existed, dildoes sometimes as large as her entire torso, a perfectly innocent action figure until you find the button that makes it vibrate, and you once even found a pocket pussy concealed inside a giant panda plushie.  There's a saying that goes "Shoo the natural away and it returns at full gallop."  It couldn't be any more true in her case.
blanchespr: So while you set eyes upon the suspiciously oversized baseball bat she seems to have newly acquired this week, you've got to contend with a girl back there who's not emptying herself at all but instead growing harder to contain.  Her knots flare out again and this time it's for good, all four of her dicks coming full blast into you while her balls swell so large that they would've stood shoulder-high had she both feet on the floor.  Her pussies rain down a powerful shower of her juices all over the bed, while you're getting a load of her own milk that reaches all the way to the middle of your back, soaking into your fur.  You feel her hands on top of your asses, the squirrel trying to support herself while going through an orgasm that seems endless, tail swishing violently to spread more
blanchespr: scent and more girlcum all over the place.
blanchespr: Oh, that wasn't here before.  Would you look at this: a perfectly normal-looking onesie swimsuit until you look inside and see that it's got four built-in vibrators.  Sheesh, she doesn't give up, does she?  There's a point where attempting to hide those becomes an exercise in futility, and these ones are no exception: you just cannot hide a dildo shaped faithfully like a horsecock and measuring a staggering five feet long.  She keeps going like that, she'll have toys just as big as her cocks!*

Echoen: Perhaps there's a little side-business you've been conducting, slathering some toys or pre-using some condoms, for that extra potent experience of whoever buys from you. Nearly all the girls at school spend their lunch money for toys from you, plenty of the boys as well once you let them sniff it first. The massively busty mamadeer may or may not know - she's never brought it up - but perhaps she /does/ know, and only keeps her mouth shut to enhance the thrill of your enterprise, with that ever-present risk of getting caught. She has to /drag/ you now, such a hyperendowed squirrelgirl that it's almost like you're part of her, her heavy rumps squishing against you whenever she backs up, and you never really get any further away when she trots forward. You see her gather up your contraband - baseball bat, swimsuit, a pop-up book that REALLY pops up, and a toy bag full of unfolding toys that never quite stop unfolding. "Tsk, Blanche..." She looks back at you sternly, her pussies flex-clenching on your knots with particular firmness, for a brief moment blocking your cumflow by a few degrees, enough to slow your flow a smidgeon, resulting in your balls FWOOMPING to the ceiling. "Care to give me an explanation?" The pressure begins to increase.... of any of her punishments, she's never sealed up your flow before. 
Echoen: Perhaps there's a little side-business you've been conducting, slathering some toys or pre-using some condoms, for that extra potent experience of whoever buys from you. Nearly all the girls at school spend their lunch money for toys from you, plenty of the boys as well once you let them sniff it first. The massively busty mamadeer may or may not know - she's never brought it up - but perhaps she /does/ know, and only keeps her mouth shut to enhance the thrill of your enterprise, with that ever-present risk of getting caught.
Echoen: She has to /drag/ you now, such a hyperendowed squirrelgirl that it's almost like you're part of her, her heavy rumps squishing against you whenever she backs up, and you never really get any further away when she trots forward. You see her gather up your contraband - baseball bat, swimsuit, a pop-up book that REALLY pops up, and a toy bag full of unfolding toys that never quite stop unfolding. "Tsk, Blanche..."
Echoen: She looks back at you sternly, her pussies flex-clenching on your knots with particular firmness, for a brief moment blocking your cumflow by a few degrees, enough to slow your flow a smidgeon, resulting in your balls FWOOMPING to the ceiling. "Care to give me an explanation?" The pressure begins to increase.... of any of her punishments, she's never sealed up your flow before.

blanchespr: *The squirrel gasps, her eyes crossing for a short moment when she gets stopped dead in her tracks by little more than the simple, supernatural control you exert over your sexes.  "I... I can explain!!" she exclaims, having to NOT resort to he usual strategy of stalling for time.  She has to figure something out right away or else she's going to be in far more trouble from the upcoming consequences of her punishment... and she knows she'll get blamed for that too!
blanchespr: "I, I was asked to!  Stephy, she gave me lots of money for, um, a doll, and I wanted to get into baseball and, um...!"  She stammers, having trouble concentrating from being in the middle of a climax that's been traffic-jammed.  She can feel herself getting bigger all the time, far closer to her true self than she's ever been before.  "Please please please I'll do all the chores, all of them, just let me go!!" she cries out.  "I'm going to blow uuuuuup!"  More and more, her rate of flow fights against your clenching cunnies, brute force to brute force.  Looking back at her means getting a faceful of milk: with one way blocked, the other ways try to gush more to relieve the pressure, but they're just not going quickly enough.
blanchespr: It's too late for her to spill into the corridor: just one of her testicles is far bigger than the doorway.  She's crowding all sorts of space that's not occupied by furniture, and yet nothing gets knocked over.  Her room has been thought around the possibility of her getting that big indeed.  "I'll do whatever you waaaaaaaant!"  She yells in desperation.  "Okay!  Okay!  I wanted to put this into me!  Just one, I'm curious, I wanted to tryyyyy!"  Her fingers and toes splay, the poor squirrel denied her latest and most potent climax, building up interest at a breathtaking rate on what you're withholding from her.  It's bad enough that her knots are wider around than she is, enough to contribute a full meter and a half to the width of your hips.
blanchespr: She waits any longer, she'll drown in her own cleavage.*

Echoen: *Shirleen can certainly twist her torso about to an amazing degree, her four immense breasts resting on her left taurback as she looks at you, one of her hands sweetly, yet with motherly intent, stroking one of your bulging areola and breasts, her tender touches worse than anything more aggressive. Too sensual, for a girl who's already having a lot of sensitivity issues with her backing-up gushing. Yet, like a good mother, she completely and fully listens to your explanation, not increasing the stress on your shafts, bu still holding her current snugness, letting you at least gush /most/ of your pressure into her bottomless, hungry depths. 
Echoen: If she wasn't so deep, it'd likely be as loud as a full roaring dam. "These are /adult/ toys, Blanche." She coos, yet so stern, even with her fur layered in breastmilk. "I've told you a dozen times now, and you still disobey. You're going to have to accep the mmph-" She pauses, as one of your nipples jam into her mouth, your breast shugely engorging, thrust from your chest by several feet. She pulls her head back, gulping what you gave her, and completes the sentence. "-consequences of your actions."
Echoen: With that, the pressure on your shafts increases. Quickly, and by a lot. Like heavy, fleshy vices, squeezing and rippling around your immense ahfts in that too-perfect way, with the sole goal of snuggling shut your cumveins. Her gentle hands brush and pinch your nipples, their channels pinched off as well. She slides forward, /off/ your shafts, climbing over the jungle gym of your endowments to kiss your lips firmly, leaving your mouth sticky, sticky, full... and a gentle brush of her hands across your pussies causes them to quivver, clench, and refuse to un-clench. "Ten minute time out."

blanchespr: *Her cum has nowhere to go, shot forward only to find the way blocked.  It's a little known fact that she has a spillway inside of her when something gets too full: rather than let things build up to an unsustainable pressure, at some point a set of alternate cum ducts open up within each cock to let the excess flow back into her balls and not waste anything away - or worse, propel her newly-conquered girlfriend across the room.  Strangely enough, she developed her knots barely a week after those sorts of accidents had begun happening.
blanchespr: But pent-up as she is, the only result is a deep rumble in her huge balls: she cums, it backs up into her, only to gush once more alongside whatever new amount she's produced, driven up the wall by her self-feeding, critical reaction.  She's so big that she's touching every wall simultaneously, pushing against them, causing metal fittings and purpose-built points of weakness to give along each junction.  She can't understand how it is that her body's not answering her will anymore.  She's drooling, driven almost to madness from an ever-growing backwash.
blanchespr: Rarely has she been seen as huge before.  This was well past her horniest of states: to get halfway there last time, she had masturbated for six straight hours.  She can't fall back: her testicles are in the way, just one of them touching the floor and the twelve-foot high ceiling at the same time.  She can't fall to her knees: her cocks are so huge that she only needs to lean upon them, her body drive to grinding the two bottom shafts against the carpet.  She can't reach for her nipples, let alone her cocktips.  She can't get her fists into her cunnies, and she finds her tailholes to have been tightened shut as well.  There's nothing she can do...
blanchespr: So, her only option left is to take it.  She doesn't take it like a champ at all, but she takes it anyway, because she's forced to.  A sudden noise of snapping metal comes from one of the walls as it opens up, letting some sunlight into her bedroom.  What do you do when a hyper-endowed squirrel lives in your home?  You get it set up to allow her to grow when the room can't contain her anymore, simple as that.  With a huge rumble, her balls tumble out and spill into the backyard, giving her some precious breathing room so her tits can claim all this newly freed space.  It's downright obscene: her nipples have grown bigger than some cocks she's seen at her school, peeking on classmates changing in the locker rooms before gym.  As a hermaphrodite, she enjoys the luxury of going on the boys'
blanchespr: or girl's side as she pleases.*

Echoen: All that, in the first minute, and nine more to go. The immense squirreldaughter has got to learn that there's only so far her mother is willing to let her get away with, and at some point there will be punishments. Better you learn this now than when the stakes are higher, you're not under knowing supervision, or in a place that can't handle the most extreme of sizes. When the wall and ceiling give way to let your endowments skyrocket into the air, bouncing up and surging bigger to fill all the space they can, she is tossed up into your cleavages, then shoved down atop your sheath, snuggled in the cozy cave between your lowest pair of breasts, lap, and tummy.
Echoen: But she keeps her hands to herself - no rubbing, teasing or tenderness, as if she isn't there, you'll have to suffer alone. At the same time though, her cunnies are gushing with heated pheremones, aroused and proud of her daughter, and somewhat sloshy-feeling from the lakes of semen she was fed earlier.

blanchespr: *This has to be the most intense ten minutes of her life.  She can do nothing but stare helplessly at herself getting bigger, having to wait it out.  She can't turn, she can't move... not that it's impossible for her to, but if she turns one way or another, she'll quite simply flatten a house along the way.  Her body's rumbling, HARD, as if she had the power of dozens of kitties purring within her, doing nothing to help her predicament.  Have you ever had vibrating cocks and pussywalls?  When used properly, it's a wonder to behold.  When it's a side effect of your plugged sexuality, it's a torture!
blanchespr: By the time she's at nine-fifty, there have already been consequences to her sheer size.  Her balls have hopped over the fence to the neighbor's backyard behind her, but the fence ahead of her hasn't been so lucky: her two lower cocks have ripped the chain-link fence with an alarming ease.  She's got shafts easily a hundred feet long, the girl swept off her feet from their nine-foot girth, and there's a shadow cast over her from thirty-two balls each a good hundred feet high.
blanchespr: Forget squirrel, she looks more like a mink what with her body having been forced longer to contain her tits: each gigantic orb is thirty feet across, and it's the bare minimum they can do before another surge makes them gain two additional feet, having to push out against one another and causing her to grow a few extra vertebrae to free up enough space to transport them.
blanchespr: All along the way, she's been pleading you, she's been whimpering, she's been saying she's sorry and she's been making promises that she'll break first thing next morning, just as she always has.  It's happened before and it'll happen again.  Too much sex, not enough squirrel.  It's not even possible to hear her anyway while jammed between her tits, but you're all too familiar with her usual routine.  Just like everytime before, you can feel her rocking her body back and forth, trying to get off on rubbing her cocks against your bodies.*

Echoen: Shirleen nesltes in there, comfortable and safe from the billowing squirrely destruction expanding in all directions, listening to the cute pops of new vertebre adding to your long spine, to the gurgles of your womb that stretches up the full length of your belly, to those dangerous creaks of milkstuffed breasts and the rushing gurgles of cum surging back and forth from balls to cocks to balls again. Shi knows, even when you've been bred and stuffed by the most hyperhermiest, you've never felt THIS stuffed before, and it's all your own production, just can't be let out. More begets more, and you're barely five minutes in, squishing between your own breasts and your mountain range of balls behind you. Far larger, far quicker, an exemplary squirrel of growth and need, pent up pressures redoubling your doubling growth rate. Shirleen counts away the moments, ignoring your pleas and cries for leniency, knowing the false promises in them, listening for that -key- moment when your lesson truely sinks in and she knows you wont /want/ to do it again. The nine-minute (and three mile) mark hits, and that tone she was looking for finally enters into your voice, that little mixture of exasperation and sincerity. "Okay, dear, you can come out of time-out now." Shi stands up on your thigh, pressing both hands against your belly, and pressing in gently /just-so/. Quivvering and wobbling like a windsock, your pussies clench a bit harder and then yawn open, and open /more/. Solid columns of girlcum erupt from them, juice so dense it's nearly solid jewels. Your cumveins swell and gape, gatling-gunning your sperm with train-thick shots across the landscape. Your breasts don't so much as pour with milk as they outright birth new lakes of squirrelmilk, each titty providing every droplet needed to qualify for Great Lake status. The doemother hops off your growing thighs to slide down your immensely long tail, clip-clopping onto the ground and smiling as you ease the pressure in yourself. There's a rapid pop-pop-popopopopopop sound as arms, shoulders, thousands of them grow out from your sides, every fifty or so arms interspersed with a much, much larger tauric foreleg. You're three miles long, and properly tauring out now, with as many hands as you could possibly need to satisfy yourself. Your legs grow impossibly huge, large enough to rival Marleen for height. "Next time I catch you, it will be a fifteen minute time-out."
Echoen: Shirleen nesltes in there, comfortable and safe from the billowing squirrely destruction expanding in all directions, listening to the cute pops of new vertebre adding to your long spine, to the gurgles of your womb that stretches up the full length of your belly, to those dangerous creaks of milkstuffed breasts and the rushing gurgles of cum surging back and forth from balls to cocks to balls again. Shi knows, even when you've been bred and stuffed by the most hyperhermiest, you've never felt THIS stuffed before, and it's all your own production, just can't be let out. 
Echoen: More begets more, and you're barely five minutes in, squishing between your own breasts and your mountain range of balls behind you. Far larger, far quicker, an exemplary squirrel of growth and need, pent up pressures redoubling your doubling growth rate. Shirleen counts away the moments, ignoring your pleas and cries for leniency, knowing the false promises in them, listening for that -key- moment when your lesson truely sinks in and she knows you wont /want/ to do it again. The nine-minute (and three mile) mark hits, and that tone she was looking for finally enters into your voice, that little mixture of exasperation and sincerity.
Echoen: "Okay, dear, you can come out of time-out now." Shi stands up on your thigh, pressing both hands against your belly, and pressing in gently /just-so/. Quivvering and wobbling like a windsock, your pussies clench a bit harder and then yawn open, and open /more/. Solid columns of girlcum erupt from them, juice so dense it's nearly solid jewels. Your cumveins swell and gape, gatling-gunning your sperm with train-thick shots across the landscape.
Echoen: Your breasts don't so much as pour with milk as they outright birth new lakes of squirrelmilk, each titty providing every droplet needed to qualify for Great Lake status. The doemother hops off your growing thighs to slide down your immensely long tail, clip-clopping onto the ground and smiling as you ease the pressure in yourself. 
Echoen: There's a rapid pop-pop-popopopopopop sound as arms, shoulders, thousands of them grow out from your sides, every fifty or so arms interspersed with a much, much larger tauric foreleg. You're three miles long, and properly tauring out now, with as many hands as you could possibly need to satisfy yourself. Your legs grow impossibly huge, large enough to rival Marleen for height. "Next time I catch you, it will be a fifteen minute time-out."