Balros Balros is riding the bus with Artie, both squirrelboy and foxboy sporting enormous bulges in 'shorts' with more cloth than most pants. But -everyone- is staring at the white-furred vulpine's immense, beautiful, perfect breasts. Artie blushes knowing everyone is staring but there's not really anything he/shi can do about it "Baaaallllrooos, everyone is looking...!" Balros The squirrel giggles, grins broadly, and leans in to plant a kiss on Eitra's cheek. Those huge pink nipples and areolae expand bigger, stiffer, larger, and the foxherm's pussy bloats almost as fat as hir buttcheeks, still squished in hir pants. Artie can feel all those male and female hormones gushing, his balls and shaft also growing larger, straining the threads of his shorts. "I know! You're a real attention-grabber." He says to Artie. Artie blushes on both heads and tries to stifle pleasured moans as such changes overtake their body, trying not to make too much of a scene on the relatively crowded bus. But one could argue it's far too late for that already, just from doing nothing at all! Balros The busride is a long one - and more people get on the bus than get off of it, though more people seem intent on -getting off- in another way. Those huge breasts brazenly on display, that gorgeous two-headed malefox and hermvix's visage, their scent and smell... it has near everyone on the bus squirming in lust, arousal. None of them seem to pay any heed to the squirrel, though a few gasp lustfully as Balros makes out openly with Artie next, just two boys having the gayest smoochfest. A few skirts start tenting as it's so openly hot that some girls grow dicks just by watching. And a couple guys are growing white-furred breasts too... Artie can't help but notice even in the midst of making out with Balros, some of the changes occurring in some of the passengers... though that might be due to perception from the other of the two heads, as well. It seems as if the bus may continue to get more crowded even if no additional passengers are taken on! Hir own presence is having such effects on those nearby...? And in such a confined space there's not much chance for fresh air to make it in... Balros As shirts lift from breasts, pants and skirts bulge with growing sheaths and shafts and heavy, heavy ballsacs, so too do hips begin to widen and bellies begin to fill. Impregnated vy fox scent and mere fox proximity, and pumping through the months with every passed stop. Nobody's even spunked yet they all seem on edge, about to burst, though only growing bigger in lieu of making a mess. With a lip-smacking -pop-, Balros leans back from Artie, licking his lips. "Just look what you're doing to them." He says. The bus pulls into a stop, and parks there, the bus driver too pregnant to keep going, rubbing hir huge tum as it grows over the steering wheel.