Avali
I will present twin buttholes and twin taints for a squirrel tomorrow. And perhaps four arms. Maybe six. Possibly two pairs of eyes, too.

Balros
SWOONS

Avali
parks that massive avali ass right in Balros' lap. "Hi." :>

Balros
The squirrel gives a heavy groan, not just from the pressure, the heat, the heft and weight of Avali.... but the effect Avali has on him. Growth being forcepumped into tightening bulge; dick getting hard without the space to GET hard

Avali
made a point of grinding his doubled-up taint over the squirrel's bulge, letting it ride right up into 'cleavage' between the bulging pipes there, only to end up nestled against the bottomost of his twin buttholes. Clothed, of course. But a lot of good that clothing does given how tightly it hugs everything. "How's a squirrel today?"

Balros
His shorts are straining and s-t-r-e-t-c-h-i-n-g over his expanding lap, but also his thickening thighs, widening hips, fattening ass, and greatly burgeoning balls. All that grinding is growing him; and once his bulge is squeezed between buttholes, the fabric finally begins to rip and reveal not one but two cockheads, fattening and flaring into fat bellheads that bloat bigger and bigger. Up top, his face is an expression of seething pleasure, eyes watery and spittle leaking past his clenched jaws. "Nnnggggtthhssss..."

Avali
"Mmmh? What was that?" He asked with a mischievous grin, two hands buried up to the forearms in the prodigious squishiness of his asscheeks, spreading them nice and wide to show off those fabric-clad buttholes while two more hands grope and squeeze on his massively disproportionate, coffee-can-thick nipples. It's quite the sight when one considers that the avali is utterly flat-chested, suggesting that the feathery critter is hiding more than he's letting on, just waiting for an opportunity to let loose. Quite a feat when each thigh already has a circumference greater than a 55 gallon drum twice over, those massive hips and ass curving sharply into a waist and body that are - minus the extra arms and the nipples - mostly normally proportioned!

Balros
There is NOTHING like the softness and enormity of an Avali's asscheeks; and their sheer proximity, presence, squishiness and shoving-up-against-him is making the squirrel's ass develop in that direction. It's also making his balls drop and drop again, and another pair drop behind and underneath, like a whole new kind of puberty is forced from him. He wants to squeal and cry and cum all at once from how overwhelmingly overridingly oversexual this ass is, and it's in HIS lap. His cocks violently grow to shove against the fabric covering each butthole and he can't stop them; and the way his hips jerk and spasm and thigh muscles spasm and clench means that his prostates, taints, and ass are probably orgasming as they try to approximate this Avali's size and shape in sympathy. Like, for as much Avali as there is, reality is saying there should be MORE, and the squirrel's job is to make up the difference regardless if he's agreed to it or not.
Still speechless, he manages to fumble forward with his paws - cupping around asscheek to plant pawbs onto nipples and areolae. Areolae that BLOATS forward, bulging out like a sea ship's buoy, and it's JUST areolae. Teats growing thicker than an anchor chain for a larger vessel. He gets a grip on them; and SQUEEZES, just trying to flex on -something- while he isn't in control.

Avali
He positively delights in sensation and pressure of his once-diminutive areolas engorging into the squirrel's paws, filling out into huge, puffy, long things that would have made Snao and Komari proud. Big enough to be tits by themselves, but unable to fit any bra in existence. "Mmhph. I see!" He practically purred, packing a few more inches onto those jet-black nipples, the weight of those areolas forming a nice little crease and fold along their underside as if they were proper, heavy tits. "Maybe you should help me make more avali if you're that worked up." He reached back, digigng a finger into the hem of his shorts. Shorts that were pulled so tight across his ass, sheath, and balls that it took several attempts just to work the one finger into the band. But that little bit of leverage is all he needs to get all four hands working on tugging them down, hips shimmying this way and that as they're inched down bit by bit.
Of course, being the sort of creature that he is, even more avali seems to spill out of those shorts as he wriggles free, spilling over the edges, easily doubling in size and volume. Twin buttholes seem to bulge larger once free of their confines, struggling for space between asschees that have only doubled in size and his engorging twin... triple taints from below. It's like extracting firm gelatin from a shorts-shaped mold, and by the time he kicks the fabric aside, there's twice as much avali below the waist than there was just moments ago. "Oh! I forgot to ask... What's your opinion on equine assets?" He asked, turning to one side, exposing the gaping chasm of a decidedly equine sheath, a bulbous, blunted glans just barely visible in those depths, complete with a trio of urethras packed together.

Balros
The squirrel isn't being gentle, he's strong, just also so soft! So that squeeeeezing is putting on a lot of pressure and helping pump and SWELL areolae out into enormous domes that would rival the bustiest hypers. Once those breasts grow out, they'll need custom bras of their very own - and maybe those hugely thick'n'fat teats will need thongs outright. "M-more..." He huffsqueaks out, groaning in along neckfeathers, the word made heavy by his breath.
Once there's a give in the shorts, those shorts GIVE. There's SO much Avali ass packed into there and once it starts to come out, it comes out, and OUT, threatening to burst every seam and thread at once. Wobbling outwards and wider, spreading across the couch and dominating all sides of the squirrel's butt as he's sat upon. And as more is revealed, more squirrel is forceshoved out into reality; hips widened and thighs thickened, new legs yanked out and the extra crotches having excuses to grow extra sheaths and shove straining, swollen squirrelshafts against taints and tailholes alike.
"Hhhhheckuines..." His second head groans, the first a bubbledrooling mess of overloaded squirrel with his face shoved against the topmost part of an Avali anus growing against him. A paw reaches out for that horse-inspired girth of sheath and flesh, but he can't reach - so he uses his tail, wrap-wrap-wrappin' round the entire sheath and sac and staff, squeezekneading even as the tail fluffs out and grows from the contact. Lumps and bulges forming along the tail, the tip splitting open to spit out a sticky horsedick that splatters squirrelhorse spunk across the carpeted floor. Before SHOVING that tailcock into one of the cockveins of that horsecock, seeking sooth as it spills seed in a desperate attempt to alleviate the intense pressure applied to him.