Balros & Echoen The chestiest lil' bat girl you've -ever- seen walks up to you, the soft fluff of her cleavage pouring out from her strained-tight T-shirt. Tits bigger than basketballs, nipples thick as coke cans, and she looks no more than six or seven. She uses her wing-hands to tug down on her shirt to try to get it to completely cover her boobs, like they could do so earlier but no longer. "Lluny? My chest is feelin' funny, an' my shirt's all tight!" LlunaBlue The fox-girl clutches her backpack straps defensively, uneasy as the bat she barely recognises from the year above intercepts HER specifically on her morning walk to school. She hadn't even known the bat knew her name, but there was something about the way she says it that makes the fox's heart immediately pump and thump more strongly, aggressively circulating the newfound love for the burgeoning bat body in front of her. Balros & Echoen The battygirl shifts from toes to toes as if she's uncomfortable, the motions showing off her preternaturally wide hips and thick thighs, the girl with hips and curves broad enough to be litter-bearing. "Lluny, it's me, Echy!" She proclaims, flustered at the lack of recognition, though not surprising since there were only passing glances between classes and maybe that one time in the girl's locker room with all the gossiping. "I know my clothes are fittin' funny, but y'don't gotta act all mean!" She approaches closer, practically pressing her massive breasts against you as if unaware of how huge her tits really are. They're hot and full and make your six nips get stiff and tight, too. "Can you take a look b'fore we get to school?" She asks as prettily as she can, eyelashes fluttering. LlunaBlue Pushed up against a wall by massive bat-baps, the poor little fox is unable to escape the onslaught of truths speak-washing over her. Her heart beats massively and powerfully as a monument to their love, her brain doubles in size in other to be able to just THINK about her MORE, and her ass and tits and womb start to ache with desire to be touched and loved and BRED by her soulmate! "Aaahhhn, nnngghhh- huuun, stoppiiiit anyone c-could... nnh, see...! Yer no different from normal, silly! Mmmnf~" Balros & Echoen The battygirl's big'n'tall ears perk upwards to listen to the sounds of your squeaks, your moans, the -creaks- of your skull /lurching/ fatter upwards, such a smartyfox she's best friends with. She's only got wings for arms'n'hands but pressing you up against the wall like this lets her touch you with those longlong fingers, feeling your body start to violently swell and stretch wider like hers, straining your clothes. No foxgirl your age should have a shortstack breeder's body like you do now, but... you do, now. If the bat girl thinks any of this is strange or your transformation shocking - she doesn't seem to register it. "Aww, Lluny, you're just being niiice now. I feel real different, I'm sure!" She presses even harder.... no. She's still standing in place. Her tits are still growing and shoving you against the wall pretty firmly, only your teats and swelling tits pushing back at her soft cleavage. Her boobs are as big and full as medicine balls, nipples as broad as big as paper towel rolls. Her shirt is tatters. Her eyes glance up from your eyes, to your upper set of eyes. "Mmf, Lluny, I can feel your nips lickin' my nips. It tickles." She comments, all six of your nipples bloating, transforming into nipple-maws and muzzles, with noses, lips, teeth and tongues. LlunaBlue For a girl that's utterly pinned and unable to move, her body sure is capable of "fighting" back against your assault. Her new titmaws waste no time either tickle-teasing batnips, or further exploring the feminine folds of their oversexed schoolkid girlfriend with long, lewdly-exploring tongues. All four of her eyes affix their gaze upon you. "Nnnggh, your body's shape and taste seem the same as ever, Echy-dearie! We'd be able to tell if you'd forgotten to take your corruption-suppressants, anyway!" You are embraced lovingly by two fox arms while titmaw tongues slurp and probe you more and more insistently, searching for entrances... Balros & Echoen When her lap gets licked, nibbled and teased at your lowest pair of nipplemaws, she stirs her hips and moans, rolling her pelvis up against yours. She gasps and bucks her hips lightly as her shorts start getting tugged down, your tongues lapping at her plump pussyfolders. Your uppermost nipplemaws open wide to jam, cram and gulpslam down her entire teats, sucking and gulping and drinking at her huge breasts. "Y-yeah, I take them every day! Promise!" She chirps, two wingfingers tugging at the tatters of your shorts too. "Think... think we can make it to school b'fore you give birth?" She asks, grinding her slick girlsex against yours, the folds of your petals already clenching to try to stop your foxclone young from crowning. "Or do we gotta hide it in my womb again..."