Balros CRONCH Avali sqrl will be squished Balros It's my magnetism! Avali And titanic avali ass Balros Our polar opposite. ATTRACTS Avali bends over right there in front of the squirrel, not only showing off his feathery backside, but the positively monstrous butthole nestled back there, so large that it's fighting for space with his asscheeks. Balros Balros places his thickbig handpaws upon those PLUMP buttcheeks, groaning at their girth, gorgeousness, plump filled-out fatness, and the way they curve in towards the muskiest of fuckable buttholes. His balls drop and his sheath bloats from a forced puberty just from proximity, taint bulging backwards as it swells and swells. Growing, bulging squirrelcock shoves forward and stuffs inside just from size increase. Avali Only after your cock begins to bow out his feathery belly does the Avali finally turn, comparatively lithe right down to his narrow waist before those hips positively balloon in size. "Oh hey Balros! I was just making my bed. What's up?" He asked, absently stroking that bulge in his gut while that giant donut flexed, eliciting all manner of squelching and squishing, not to mention other, blush-inducing sounds as it quite literally sucked on that cock. Balros Growthspurt, throb. Growthspurt, throb. It's unclear which is faster - that the squirrel's shaft is getting bigger, or it's getting hard. His palms press in firmly around those heavyhuge swells of hips and ass, and it takes nearly a minute before he finally -pulls- on hips and -thrusts- his own forward with a WHUMPF. Demonstrating that his own fuckhuge megawide hips are the perfect compliment. "Hfff. You make your bed, I make mine." He bucks his hips harder, heaving back and ploughing forward, in room-shaking bed-creaking thups. Avali As if in response to the squirrel's words, there's a faint, pulsing 'thump, and as Balros repeatedly sinks his shaft into that immense rim, it grows tighter, a bulge pressing up from within, against the underside of the squirrel's cock. And then against the underside of the Avali's massive butthole as his taint balloons outward, colliding with the ground with foundation-rattling force, leaving him straddling it precariously for a moment or two before his new sheath finally catches up, counterbalancing the sudden shift in weight. For a moment there, he had to be close to eighty percent prostate by weight, something that becomes very evident when the tip of the pink taper that is his cock casually blasts a hole straight through the drywall with an ultra-dense wad of glue-like pre, clinging to the lumber beyond with a gooey SPLUT. "Oh! You can definitely join me. I was just.. Mmph... Changing out the sheets! ...Again." Balros Each clenching squeeze around his cock sends a shivver of pleasure and a pulse of -more- growth through the squirrel's crotch. Nearly two yards of hard pink cock ploughing deeper and deeper into thickened derriere and making those cheeks wobble. His balls swing forward, as low and swollen as his shins, to collide heavily and repeatedly against Avali megataint and floor-flattening fat bird balls. When the presence of megalithic sheath and pre-shots make themselves apparent, there's a BULGE to bird-gut as the squirrel's cumshots rocket forth to bloat belly and flood Avali ass full of superheated squirrel nut-sludge. "And... I'm still trying to wake up!" Avali And just as he opens his mouth to say something, likely relating to coffee or tea, his words are suddenly replaced with a 'HRRK!', his jaws visibly clenching tight before his eyes roll back, squirrel jizz oozing from the corners of his jaws as he finally notices that he's being positively fucked. With a lurching heave of his taint that threatens to lift his entire body - ass, hips, balls, and sheath included - the Avali's prehensile pink cock is nearly straightened out by sheer pressure, packing on literal feet of girth around the pearly white and impossibly thick wad of pure sperm as it plows straight through the wall, through the retaining wall outside, and spills out over the sidewalk, immediately saturating several city blocks in the smell of cum. Avali cum, at that. Concrete has nothing on him. Balros Bystanders and passerbys that merely -smell- that thick stench of hypervirile Avali cum begin to thicken, swell and surge in thickness and size. Buttcheeks violently expanding fatter to burst shorts and skirts, hips wrenching far larger to accomodate fattened buttholes. Girls and guys alike form taints as big as soccerballs, and no pair of thighs doesn't have a huge sheath shoving out their own too-stiff Avali erection. Back home, Balros bucks and blows -more- squirrel spunk into his Avali, forcing that feathered sheath to wrench dreadfully wide and tight around a knot wider than the birdthing's hips. And then a second knot, and a -third- knot as more and more penis is pushed forth, mass made flesh from forced absorption of the squirrel's cum. Avali The more the squirrel pumps, the more the Avali struggles the keep the stuff from spilling out of his jaws, all four ears perked up to their fullest as he gulps and swallows to hold back the tidal wave. Triple-stacked knots are the least of his worries even as they throb and heave, fat veins feeding those monstrous, hip-locking things until pink flesh positively gleams with implied tightness. No, mass is being poured elsewhere, too. That lithe frame is becoming decidedly less lithe as the moments pass by, and within a few more, the Avali is cradling not one, but three new sets of breasts in a new pair of hands each, their areoles spanning over a third of each feathery globe, puffed out to the point that they'd warrant a cup size similar to his tits themselves, never mind the heavy nipple atop each. So large that weight drags them down just a bit, and in a manner not unlike a heavy sheath! Balros The growth up front finally spurs the squirrel to pull his paws from that enormous ass, reaching forward to clutch the middle pair of boobs and squeeze'n'pull them, press'n'push them, and shove his furred chest against Avali backside and shoulders to get in close'n'tight to rut. His touch spurs yet more growth, those midpair of breasts' nipples -splurching- forth with a fat'n'throbbing nipplecock that, itself, BLOATS at the base with a too-large knot. Boobs above and below follow suit shortly, and within that gurgling cum-splattering gullet, another cock shoves forth as a tonguecock. Yet still more and harder and -heavier- the squirrel cums, his cock ramming nine feet long in that fat'n'round fertile bird belly, shoving more pairs of balls into sacs, another pair of legs out of every set of hips, and popping open estrus-gushing pussies beneath every armpit. Avalisquirrel eggs casually coaxed out of them every few seconds. Avali He becomes something that could only be described as a Fuckvali in those minutes with the squirrel, barely aware of the absolutely overwhelming sensations jolting out of every part of his body. Even his ears aren't safe from the changes, all four of them blossoming with THICK, soft folds that would have made Reno proud before they began to disgorge eggs, bulging the Fuckvali's features in strange ways. How long until he was gravid everywhere? At the rate Balros was going, it wouldn't be much more than a few minutes before he was basically a lumpy, egg-bloated mattress, bringing more Fuckvali and Squirrelvali into existence!