Avali saunters up to the squirrel with those tremendous avali hips of his swaying. Balros The squirrel turns, slowly. His eyes widen, almost bulging out of his skull. His bulge -strains-, almost bulging out of his utility bulge. Those four Avali ears can hear his heart skip a beat. Out of love, out of lust, out of terrified recognition that his Avali lover has not been attended too for too long. "You... you're...." He chittergulps, the backside of his utility bulge bloating outwards as his body reacts to your presence. "You're too pretty..." Avali crossed his arms beneath his similarly immense bust with the barest hint of red creeping into his cheels. Or busts, rather, sporting quad tits that were so absurdly round and taut as to be bordering on 'egregiously fake', capped with nipples the size of coffee cans. "Mmph. Thanks." He purred, his short stature requiring him to gaze up at the squirrel. "I encountered a gryphon friend of yours earlier today, and she gave me this." His hands slipped down, past his hips, and cradled a positively monstrous, fuzzy sheath, easily as thick as his waist. The puckered opening was devoid of fluff, however; glossy black and smooth just like the rim peeking over his titanic asscheeks. Balros The squirrel curled his thick toes as he glimpsed over the impressive breasts of an avali bustyboy he can't shake his addiction to. Everything about you was too pretty for him. The fact that you had four breasts just made him even more head over heels, with fat nips he could clog his throat on. So full and firm that they couldn't possibly be fake, far too perfect to not be real; and subtly creaking larger the longer he looks and doesn't touch. Squirming in his seat and still slightly taller than the Avali, Balros lowers his gaze beyond those breasts to the featheryfurred cavern of a cockholster; his hands automatically lurched forward to sink thickbig pawfingers into sheath fur and caress over the bulk of it to feel the warmth, the weight, the addicting furfeathers. "Did she... did she fuck your sheath like she fucks my ass?" He asks breathlessly, leaning forward to nuzzle against into exceptionally fluffy cleavage. Creaks and pops from his utility bulge herald its imminent failure; and with a snap, his throbbing warm cock is shoving into the crook of your balls Avali bobbed his head, his ears following suit with a flip and a flick. "Mhmm, she did! And she made the opening big and soft, just like my butthole." He said, another pair of arms seemingly slipping out from beneath those huge tits of his to reach out and caress those giant nipples, gripping them as if to use them as handholds. "Don't worry though. There's still a cock in there somewhere. I think. I'm pretty sure I'm erect, but I can't see or feel it with my fingers even if I shove my hands all the way into my sheath." He demonstrated by casually sinking one of the hands cradling that gigantic pouch past the donut-like opening with a squelch, reaching in nearly mid-way of his upper arm with a twist of his body that sent those tits wobbling, only to withdraw a moment later, fingers webbed with thick globs of precum. "Nope, still can't feel it in there." He said, absently taking a step forward and smothering the head of your dick under his balls. Balros Upon the arrival, apperance, or simple sudden emergence of that second pair of arms, the squirrel was lost. A fat belt of his hot squirrel cum just paints the furred space between those testicles, releasing sperm as some desperate attempt to alleviate the pressure his rapidfire heartbeat was putting him through. He cries out softly in blushing arousal as your soft hand siiiiinks into your own sheath, bumping his face with two of your leftmost breasts. When the hyperpotent stench of your pre is wafted under his nose, his cock -bloats- and surges forward a solid foot in length, eight inches in girth, and his balls add a dozen pounds each in scale. His seat rises a bit, just from how bloated and huge his taint is becoming, rising between his fat buttcheeks. "She... she has a way of doing that, but you... oh my god..." He chrrmurmurs through his own overwhelmed orgasms, realizing he is unable to stop ejaculating or growing from your proximity and pressing presence. The paws of his that are sifting through the silky fur of your outer sheath lift up to press and rub the undersides of your lowermost breasts, caressing outwards to their outer edges, then hugging your boobs to him. His dick swells again, trying to heft your balls through his own hardness.... until it slips up and, still cumming, spears into your sheathrim opening and starts pumping cum inside recklessly. Avali was seemingly oblivious to your predicament even as his tits were handled and hefted, nipples jutting ever more prominently with each passing minute, areola bulging as if to somehow back them. "Oooh! That's a good idea!" He chirped, cradling his sheath in all four hands, angling the cum-slicked thing to better engulf the fat slab of squirrel-dick vanishing into it. "Maybe you can reach it with your cock! I'll let you know if I feel anything." Even as the first ropes of cum poured into the big pouch, they caused it to visibly sag at its lowest point, the weight sinking into the cleavage of his balls. Perhaps more impressive, however, was the sheer depth of the avali's sheath. The more cum you added, the larger and softer his taint became, growing heavy with the weight of squirreljizz. A good distraction for what was to come as his tits creaked, all four becoming quiveringly taut for several long seconds before each dark nipple abruptly disgorged a huge, glossy-black cock and big, leathery balls, each one at full mast and already loosing ropes of pre dense enough to threaten to glue you in place. "Mmph..." He breathed. "That's better." Balros The way those thick, fat nipples jut forward, swell, surge and grow moment by moment; he knows this growth is a failure of his to fully satisfy and keep sated an Avali of impossible needs. He tries to use his face to pleasure the whole breasts, rubbing and nuzzling into them, getting a bit drunk off boobscents, and how those areolae bulge bigger on the lower ends, starting to swell into distinct breeding shapes. He tries to nibble and suck on the side of one... only to get his cheek BULGED out with the fat, turgid, throbbingly erect pillar of nipplecock flesh. The three other cocks that lurch forth batter and bump against him, bludgeoning into his body and smearing him sticky with precum so potent that a whiff could make any normal Avali lay fertilized eggs. The scents... the taste... the feel... and how those four featherfurred boobs smoosh against him even further...! He stands up, then, abruptly. Pulling your nippledick out of his maw so he can look down at you front and center, abject desire scrawled on his squirrelface and muzzle. Landing on his paws and THRUSTING his hips forward to plunge ten feet of pink squirrelcock into your sheath and grooooaaan as he unloads yard upon yard of more. His own sheath stretching and expanding wider and thicker as the girth of his cock grows with the length pouring into your sheath. His cum belt-flooded into your depths like a torrent, waves of softening size shoving down your vas defrens and into your balls. Each ripple and wave undulating against the underside of your bloated, hypersensitive butthole, sending roiling waves of sensation up through your tailstar and prostate. And then he starts -thrusting-, pulling his fuckhuge squirrel boy hips back, then -ramming- forward again.... his handpaws sinking past your breasts to find, hold, clutch your waist and hips. Hold you to him, hoist you up, and rut you like a breeding toy. Two of your nipplecocks shoving under his arms and armpits, the others pushing past his shoulders and neck, glue-like precum rocketing out. The squirrel's potency was ramping up drastically as well. Not just his size and the fervor with which he fucked your sheath, flooded your balls, and filled you with increasing amounts of increasingly thick and viscous sludge-like sperm, but the musk pouring from his butt and balls too. Just sniffing his scent got your anal ring aching with the sensation like someone's stuffed an air pump to it and is inflating your plump butthole out bigger against your asscheeks. All of your feathers and most of your fur floofed out like you were being mated through multiple breeding seasons, and your four boobs felt like dozens of paws were pushing, kneading over them in orgasmic attendance. Not just your nipplecocks and their balls bloating and growing larger, cumming more and harder, but your tits fattening out as well. Losing just a touch of the tautness because of the layer of breast-fat coating them in ultrasensitive titty pleasure nerves. When he pulled you close to him to fuckrut your sheath, your breasts were squished to his chest and shoulders. Avali What could the feathery shortstack of an avali do but groan as all of these changes overtook his body, making it hard to think, let alone remember exactly where his feathered arms where in those moments. "Balros..." He breathed, his eyes glazing and his expression going slack. His tail hiked suddenly, and if you were to glance over his shoulder, you'd see the immense, puffy rim of his ring bulging, tensing, and then flexing with powerful, rhythmic clenches, each one packing on a few additional inches until the vast rim had spread his asscheeks impossibly wide. The orgasm only dragged on, aided by the pressure pouring into his balls, the sensations of his vas defrens being bloated like fat firehoses, and of his prostate inflating to a size that would assuredly beggar the question of whether or not the avali was pregnant. In a sense, he probably was, but not in a traditional sense. Merely bloated with squirrelsperm, ready to unload the dangerously hyper-fertile load into an unsuspecting partner and make them pregnant. The avali's tits, however, were a different matter. They simply heaved their contents all over you, all over the walls, the floor, the furniture, and even himself as those nipplecocks throbbed, the hefty pipes from their respective balls visibly bulging with each load of dangerously corruptive alabaster white. How much longer would Balros remain a squirrel with such powerful scents lingering in the air, threatening to turn everyone into four-armed and feathery, big-assed avali? Balros Even as anus bloats, asscheeks are forced to swell as well, packing on even more Avali asscheek, and fur-feathers to cover them. Thighs thickened and even ankles and toes plumped to become supple, sexual things. Even as he ruts you hard from the front, he begins to feel the bulge of your belly bumping against him on the closest crams, applying yet further pressure to your prostates. Plural, as the mutations start to set in, ensuring not just pregnancy but escalating permanent potency that promises too much pleasure and probably at least one extra puberty per hour of proximity next to you. The ravaging squirrel was in a frenzy, his cock thicker around than his own hips but still he shoves every increasing inch into your sheath and sperms your balls full of irradiated squirrelspunk. You feel eight internal aches as your overloaded vas defrens snake up through the rest of your system, pump through your tits, and connect to your nipplecock-ballsacs... a mutation that might have been out of necessity given the pressure he's forcing into your body, both from his own unloading silos of cum and how he continually upgrades your own virile production. The alabaster white cum begins to outright glow with ivory gloss, attaining the mutagenic transformative power that he lusts for so much from you... not to affect him, but to begin to spread... And spread it does. The adjacent apartments first, afflicting families and roommates alike. Each Balros inside each of those apartments, finding their partners or friends begin to be mysterously afflicted with something that begins to change them, grow them, mutate them... make them like you. A squirrel reading a book as his sleeping skunk roommate's shirt begins to rise around tenting nipplecocks. A Balros cuddling with a bunny romantic partner finding four ears emerging from her head, and four arms caressing his furred body. A feral gryphon pet prancing up into one of his laps, growing heavier as shi shoves fattening balls, belly and breasts into his crotch and sprouts different kinds of fur and feathers...