Balros & Echoen Really looking forward to it! Unless there was anything we could help you with right now...? What can this squirrel and bat do for a fluffy fuckfox? Artie Hah~ What can't this squirrel and bat do? Balros & Echoen wriggles gleefully For every idea of us, that creates a new one of us doing that thing, being that way, or corrupting that reality. Artie The mind races with ways you two could canonically corrupt this cute white fox, honestly! Balros & Echoen You'll know it's truly taken place when you've always been that way. Of course you've had two heads! That's been your fursuit this whole time, right? Artie snrks "But then nothing will have even changed!" the lewd corruptions the most fun though~ Balros & Echoen The way we see it, the more people that become aware of your changes, the more 'canonical' it becomes. You start posting more journals about it, getting more art commissions... it's a real commitment! Artie That is true! I guess I like a middleground where it becomes a version of myself nd the "normal" version is no longer the primary, eheheh Balros & Echoen squirrel sidles up riiiight against you "Changing your default, then. This will go deep, psychologically deep. It won't be something you try to do. It will be something you /default/ to being." Artie :artieSweat: Balros & Echoen Bat presses against your other side, hir height difference causing a massive breast to smoosh against your cheek. "It might not be a corruption we impose upon you, either. Though we will impose many that we enjoy, to help you find that form that... erupts from within you. Becomes you. Replaces you." Artie blushes deep and huffs, smooshed between bat and squirrel, especially with that massive breast pressing in against his head "I.. I- I mean.. rfff.!" Balros & Echoen Balros presses his thickbig finger against your crotch. Pants begin to bulge with growth, pressure. Echoen places hir hand against your cheek. Pressure pushes from within your head as it slowly begins to push, split, divide into two heads. "You might not even use only your old name anymore. Artie. Eitra." Echoen says, addresses each of your heads by their names. Artie & Eitra "Woah, this feels.... weeeeird!" *the final word is spoken in sync by both of his heads before they quickly shake off the brief disorientation, the twin heads smiling and one nosing at Balros and one at Echoen. "You called~?" Balros & Echoen Balros is already kissing with Eirta, making out with them, sharing tongue and taste and caressing their growing body more lustfully. Echoen shares a gaze with Artie. "Even your gender identities may shift and become fluid. Your pronouns, your preferences... your pleasures." At that word, you feel a tight twinge beneath your balls, as a plump pussy forms and burrows a deep canal into your belly, blossoming into a womb. At the same time, your prostate bulges and bloats, your tailhole swelling, then splitting into twin buttholes, squeezed between your fat buttcheeks. Artie & Eitra lets our short moans as each new change results in a jolt of pleasure as his... hir body is transformed to integrate it, before it just feels... normal. All while Eitra makes out with Balros. That new pussy is truly plump, the contours of hir jeans hugging it and not leaving anything to the imagination, the same can be said for the two plump, fat tailholes trying to fit between hir thicc ass cheeks. Those jeans seem to have become quite stretchy and form fitting Balros & Echoen There's the strangest sensation as the growth and pressure increases - the threads of your pants, while squeezed tight to the bloated balls of your sac, the fat curves of your ass, and the engorged mound of your feminine folds, stretch and change shape to fit them. If only just. The outlines of your sex and twin tailholes feel like all three sensitive slots are snuggled by the fabric, hugging them closely to keep them covered and also show them off. Balros and Echoen both show their appreciation with their enormously bulging hyper thongs, the squirrel's leathery with rings and straps, the bat's silky with ribbons. "Tell us, how do you feel?" The question lingers, a buzzing between both your brains. Both of you sharing a connection with each other, yet distinct, like a plurality system. In a synaptic swirl, sometimes Eitra's words can spill out of Artie's lips, and Artie's whimpers can leap from Eitra's throat. Artie & Eitra looks around and down ar hirself, each head taking in one side. The fox seems to have gained a considerable bit of height with all of that as well. "It's... strange... yet... familiar..." "It feels wonderful, to be sure!" Balros & Echoen Balros has to strain a bit to keep kissing with Eitra due to the multivixen's increased height, and Echoen now has an easier time of rubbing noses with Artie. "Good, because the two of you look fucking gorgeous. Be careful, though - your fertility and virility are so damn potent that you may just be regularly impregnated by your reproductive organs' proximity to each other. Other folks with wombs might get knocked up just by being nearby, too. Sometimes even folks without... at first." Artie & Eitra blushes at both heads from the compliment "Wow, that's... beyond potent, it sounds like. And we certainly feel amazing... moreso as it all settles in!" *the vixen wiggles and sways, jeans creaking, enjoying the overwhelming aspects of hir new looks, all of it being rather shown off