Renolethyn Idea I maybe said before: Hyper school fashion trends. Gapes come around in style. Showing off with rings,or drugs, or just well-trained holes how massive of a thing you can sit on without actually 'touching', probably by marking them with easily smudged inks. baseballs and grapefruits at first, but by year end everyone's showing off how they can sit on those big red cement spheres outside of Target without actually touching anything but the ground Simply rub yourself against a dracat's nuts to smell like smoky chocolate coffee and the threat of a twelve child pregnancy for a month until your fur and skin have been shed enough to shuck the scent. It won't come out of your bedsheets though, or clothes, or carpets, or rooms you spent more than five minutes in. Balros & Echoen The threat of? Better make that a promise~ Renolethyn Well, it's the promise of the scent! The real thing's more dire. She'll turn asphalt into topsoil by proximity fertility//virility. Contact makes grass and flowers bloom so thick you can't get your fingers through them. Rumor has it she can fuck your front door and make your house pregnant with a megamansion. But nobody close enough to smell the fuckfog comes away smelling like themselves--and nobody who gets close enough comes away without at least a thirty egg clutch. More severe contact makes more severe results of course! Balros & Echoen Bat squeezes hir thighs together, and Balros is already giving birth to more of himself just from her description. Renolethyn That's kinda the idle state. She can do a lot to show off the potency of those fat fuzzy factories too. A gentle churn, just to stir up the sperm slurry sets off car alarms from the vibration. A real, solid, cock-flexing, taint-tensing, pussy-pumping, CLENCH can crack glass and crater concrete. Knock the air out of your lungs and knock a dozen perfect dracat copies into you. Balros & Echoen Echoen fans hirself, but this only enhances the potency of what shi's inhaling. Words alone are enough to evoke the idea of Matelk's hyperpotent scent, the idea alone to mimic its effects; hir belly, nuts, and breasts all -bloat- full, and hir buttmuzzle starts addictively sniffing for more. The fact shi bloomphs a couple feet bigger, taller, and sports dracat horns is just a testament to the idea. Renolethyn cackles eagerly and leans in, generously rubbing up hips,sides, and ears,taking are to gingerly thumb plushie ifngertips across all those ear piercings. "Glad you're enjoying the thought of mere scent-and-sound transmissible fertility~" Echoen Everywhere shi's touched, shi grows bigger. Fur plushing out and poofing longer, pounds upon pounds of curves and pregnant plumpness pumping into hir figure. Hir expression lids in lust, and hir pussyfolds billow outwards into an enormous muff that rivals hir balls for space. Dracats roil within hir womb; shapes bulging in hir breasts indicating hir tits are knocked up, too. Plumes of smoky musk steam from hir nose, ears, pits, and the swamp of heavy pubic fur lining hir sheath and cunt. Renolethyn laughs and squishes himself close into you, straddling your sheath and curled against that massive squirming middle, hands hooking past your thighs to very plainly grab handfulls of your ass, squeeze, knead and massage the pillowy globes of glute around with an encouraging smile! "And she's not even -here-! Could you imagine if you were smelling those fat, bubbling, planet-breeding, freshly-baked-bread-hot balls raw and not an uncapped bottle of dehumidifier-collected nutfog from months ago?" Echoen Climbing onto hir sheath invites a sheathquake of cock growth, members swelling massively in size before their tips even peek out from the furred cavern. Cum pisses like steaming hot milk for coffee and the scent of it just makes more of hir even more fucking pregnant. Shi arches hir spine - which, with a pop, krik and sound of stretching, elongates to push hir taller - and buries your head and shoulders in hir breasts and bellywomb. Hir throat bulges around an enormousBRRUUOP* of pure Matelk sweatstench, the taste fattening hir lips and lenghtening hir fangs into proper tusks. Like hir spine, hir neck also grows longer, pushing hir head forward. Powerfully swole arms reach down drunkenly palm over hir balls, which steam with zealously potent sperm.* Renolethyn sits up and simply rests against that squirming, loaded belly with a noise of satisfaction. Matelk's making herself comfortable within, it's clear--the only really fully-grown one simply content to lazily pump her cock with a hand inside you. The rest sleepy and subdued and squirming, whilst the hefty green plush just massages your middle now, his own enormous pillowly sheath thumpthrobbing against the underside to your belly lazily. "Maybe for the better. I think you might end up shitting a hydra-taur-train with a pure dose..." Balros & Echoen There's the sound of buildings collapsing, as around bat and marshplush, the squirrel reveals he's been taur-train hydragrowing rampantly across several counties. The hugely overgrown dra-bat ignores him, fulfilling the promise of earlier and staining the plush's softness and stiches alike with permanent funkmusk.