Sigil
:lipss: Muaaaah. Not this year unfortunately! I need to get a passport to make these things a lil more possible, so maybe next time. ❤️
wiggles up close and cuddles happily, pressing hir double-stuffed sheath and churning nuts to yours so shi can nuzzle in at your neck and enjoy your company during work <3

Echoen
Echoen nestles in very, very close, slipping hir cock into your sheath and shamelessly letting your twin dicks feel hir cock swell into an erection, spilling tainted seed inside that silky confine. Shi settles and relaxes, balls pressed to balls, and lets squirrel corruption overtake hir; soon chittering pleasantly and nipping on your lower lip with hir buck teeth. Breasts quashed together, too big to properly fit with your own chest mashed so close, but squirrels do not care about personal space or meagre physics.

Sigil
works hir hips in slow gyrations, hir full, twitchy dicks so hot and slick around yours, even in their 'resting' positions. Which don't last long as you help yourself to hir sheath hole, so hot and steamy as it squeezes hir lengths around yours, tips soon disgorging to glob thick streams of pre against your plush belly. Shi lets you nibble and feast on her full lip, nuzzling nose to nose and chittering along happily. Squeezing and compressing and just wanting to be -so- close with you. Nothing else really matters. Hir huge feetpaw work around to bounce and play under your heavy  nuts, helping them churn and swell all the fuller and needier. <3

Echoen
The former bat's rump, thickened even larger in rodentia conversion, sits upon your knees and thighs. Hir sheathrim encapsulating yours, docking sheaths to keep cocks warm, snuggled, and cockscent concentrated. Every twitch, throb and swelling surge of growth that plumps through hir prick is shared with your twin shafts; coaxing them to push through sheer increasing mass into hir sheath and nudge to the root of hir confines. When an errant spurtgush of pre spills across hir belly, it gently plumps and rises into a gravid dome, touching to your tum and making your womb ache in sympathy. Perched on your legs like this, shi folds hir calves around your broad, broad hips, playfully capturing your tail with hir engorged squirrelpaws. Nudging hir nuts with your toes coaxes hir production of squirrelseed even higher, and the oily ballmusk that soaks into your paws likewise creaks each toe and paw larger, greasier, and more sensitive.
Shi then kisses you, full on the lips, washing your maw and gullet with too much tongue and a bellyfull of saliva.

Sigil
's hips creak slowly wider. More thighs, more ass, her huge fluffy tail hiking up all the higher as shi just expands blissfully in your care. Hir cunt flowering open somewhere behind her surging balls, the space afforded by her hips consumed in the slow growth of hir double-stuffed sheath as shi gladly kisses its pouty lips to yours.  Biting hir lip, shi stares you down, green eyes to purple, glad for the sight of your squirrelself consuming the bat, happy for hir adoring sisterself. Hir belly surging to yours, shi nuzzles it in closely, warm and churning with an eagerness to create life.  Hir feet heavier, huger, ever more capable of escalating the attentions to the heavy sacs below us, forcing our legs wide. Nipple-lips surge apart from hir conventional lips, parting to devour your own, sucking them wider, fuller, teasing them out into throbbing nipplecocks for hir to worship in wet, messy sllurps, one squirrel sliding fingers along the others arms to come to press palm to palm - and lock fingers meaningfully as we gently sheathfuck each other well into the night.  The kiss never seems to stop, both our throats visibly stuffing with long, eager tongues.  ~

Balros & Echoen
Where Echoen begins and Balros ends, there is no difference now, not even with you in their midst. The growth feels like a pressure of increasing mass from deep, deep within, brought to the fore through lust, desire, and so much adoring affection and contagious corruption. Everywhere that touches squirrel to squirrel is expanded; slow, inexorable, and pressing even more fur and flesh together in arousal. Plumes of fuckmusk fog seep from under squirreltails, from within plumped pussies, even just wafting from tufts of thick fur in erogenous places. But shi moans in a singsong chitter of delight as the mutations begin; hir plump areolae and stiff teats swelling in lush bliss as your nipple-lips suckle and swallow at them. Hir body convulses gently in a being-wide orgasm; plumes of ejaculate blossoming within your breasts as hir nipplecocks, fueled by fat and fluffy balls, grow and grow. Hir sheath is splashed with seed as hir immense erection tenses and hir medicine-ball sized testes clench and cum, and cum, and flood your sheath more than full. Hir pregnancy accelerates; hormones gushing and giving hir green eyes a glazed look; hiccups of growth barely interrupting the gullet-to-gullet smoochfest.
A pumpsurge of growth through hir paws spreads each of your fingers wide just to hold hands with hir. Sweat-soaked feetpaws drench your tail as hir toes plump larger than hir head each; each dollop of pawgrease and sweatmusk that lands upon your ass soaking in and coaxing more plush fat and firmness to fill them out even more. When your legs spread, at first it seems hir perch upon your knees is at risk, but that is how wide hir own hips and rounded rumpcheeks have become. The dome of hir belly pushing to yours almost threatens to push hir back further from you but that cuddling pressure seems to be just enough for hir pussylips to spread across a moaning set of full, plump squirrel lips and muzzle; followed by a second head as a two-headed daughtersquirrel spills out.

Balros & Echoen
Out, and out, and out the new squirrel slides, hir mind and yours shared in each head; two eyes green and two eyes purple. Echoen's pussy stretches pleasantly wide to fit hir shoulders, wider still to fit around the first and second pairs of breasts, each capped with lipples sporting cocktongues. Hir hips get stuck for a moment; so wide, and widening further still as the proximity of those new noses and muzzles to sweaty testicles and your massive footpaws causes growth with each inhale. But shi -pops- free with a squelch, spilling out with not two legs, but three, and three continously fattening bubble buttcheeks. Shi lands to the floor with a whump, followed by four more thumps as hir twin sets of testicles are the last to push free from hir mother's pussy, each pair of nuts landing right on top of your paws and subsequently bloating bigger and heavier in size. Echoen's eyes and yours glaze slightly further as senses of self and personality are blended across three bodies; our three-legged cloneself attempting to rise off the floor while experiencing all the bliss and pleasure of both our other original bodies.

Sigil
looms over your writhing form, smiling in triplicate. Hir sloshing, heavy breasts lick their lipples, pouting and gushing with the excess seed that has rendered them full as pumpkins, weighing heavily on hir ribcage. Hir twin-cocked sheath oozes and surges in size with every throb, soaking in the cumloads shot into it and erupting outwards from between hir legs, massive footpaws nearly buried by teh sheer scale of the nutsac that trembles in absurd fullness between. Shi chitters in absolute happiness, and with our new daughterself helps you forward to rock onto your nipplecocks, all cooing and preening as we adoringly caress and tease and obsess over yoru growing body. With hir tongue still hanging helplessly from hir maw, thick and cocklike, shi at last disappears under your tail, taking advantage of the beautifully stretched state of your nethers to give you a loving kiss between your thighs. The throb of hir thick python of a tonguecock drives itself up while the squirrel it birthed helpfully teasing your lips ahead with hir erections, three legs set wide apart and hands caressing your beautiful ears as they take their turn forcefeeding your throat foot after foot of needy mutant squirreldick. It's all to steady you for whats happening behind, as devouring your pussylips transitions into letting hirself be devoured -by- them. Bliss rocks deeply up your empty-feeling womb as the once-Sigil behind you slips in tongue and nose first, stretching you open as shi feeds hirself within.
pushes onwards, slipping hir head all the way in, eliciting a pleasant tingle so deep inside. Your body twitches, and you can't help but squirm around - and deeper shi slips, pushing hir large hands forward, shoving hirself within down hir neck, and pushing you further. When shi locks hirself to the shoulders within your beautiful, musky cunt, you  are rocked upwards by the big mutant squirrel beneath, near lifting you off your feet. Hir hands pump large and huge, hir twin cocks thudding out underneath us as hir shoulders immediately meld into your hips, flesh tangling, mixing, flowing into itself. We are all the same stuff now, so the transition is easy, the path of hir body being a seperate entity to part of you progressing throb by cum spurting throb as our sensation flows together. Hir hands, and your feet, soon reshape into forepaws, your hips creaking onwards into the front of your new squirreltaur body, you find yourself soon aloft on a lower  body the size of a small truck, six huge, stomping feet helping carry the erections beneath your undercarriage and above your forelegs. Your body lifts you proudly, the rest of our squirrelself beneath dissolving away inside you, becoming but a shiver of pleasure as hir conciousness integrates itself fully into you, and the squirrel fellating your nipplecocks eagerly as you come to tower over hir with monstrous new height. With a tail long and bushy enough it feels like it could wrap around whole houses, we set off with heavy foot falls, and a burning NEED to spread. <3