Balros Balros tries his best to use his paws to cover the Avali's breasts, cover her up and give her some decency, but even her turgid nipples are growing bigger than his large handpaws can hold. The fact that this is a public beach makes it all the more embarrassing to be seen groping a hyper girl who shouldn't be this hung. Avali Areolas that spanned nearly half of each breast, nipples that overflow even the squirrel's impressive paws, and a doorway-wedging ass packed on a frame just under four feet in height, and that's not even including the shin-thumping bulge of her barely-contained cock and balls. Her top and speedo-like bottoms leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. The vast rim of her plush donut simply engulfs the material outright. "Oh hey Balros!" Balros He should have stopped her before she burst her bikini, should have seen the signs of unstoppable growth before letting her out in public, but now it was too late. Puberty packed on more meat and flesh and feathers than should have been possible, widening her hips into egregious breeder status and packing curves onto an ass that begs to be fucked. Only her luscious tits can be classed with her buttcheeks, enormous globes that wobble and engorge bigger in the beachday sun. And her sheath and sac are not far behind, exposing more and more fur and feather as the packed dense cavern of sheath and enormously overloaded ballsac stretch her bottoms down and down and down. "SssAvali, we -have- to go home, this is... ohhh..." He moans, his swimtrunks tenting hard and harder and HUGER, as her tits swelll into his paws and her hugely engorged teats thicken bigger than his wrists. Her breasts are too perfect, they make it hard for him to think. Avali canted her head up at him, all four ears offering a slight perk. "Go home? Whyfor?" She asked, absently palming over the underside of her immensely soft breasts, the fabric straining now, pulled tightly over her nipples like vacuformed plastic, threatening to spill out. In the span of just seconds, her belly gained a softness that wasn't merely feathers, doming out into a heavy paunch that suggested that the short critter was immensely, tremendously fertile. The soft mound nestled between the rim of her positively gigantic donut and the big squishy-firm taint above the backside of her balls suddenly ballooned in size, mashing out between her thighs and pressing up against her ample asscheeks from below, further engulfing the straining fabric of her bottoms until threads began to pop one by one. "We only just got here, didn't we?" Cue the sudden and impossible-to-ignore weight of another pair of balls descending into her scrotum with a muted thud, sending the fabric snapping off her body as if it had been detonated, revealing her immensely thick-walled, thigh-thick sheath and heavy quads for all to see. There's even a few fat veins bulging lazily across that sac, already running with rivulets of sweat and a steady trail of estrus from her massive muff. Balros Those four avali ears make his heart melt, and that's even without hir cute and expressive eyes. The soft caresses of hir breasts seem to encourage even more growth, and Balros can feel an ache in his own guts as hir fertility and virility reach hazardous levels. Precum begins to pour down his thick thighs as hir softness, plushness, breedneedy curves and thickness call to him at an instinctual level, the girl just growing an outright muffintop of pure loveneeding. Ovaries the size of basketballs began to drop eggs into hir womb, such that shi might start laying without even needing to be inseminated. Or hir own balls are breeding hirself just by fucking proximity... and sheer size, too, as hir pussy and mound blossom bigger than many beachgoer's heads. "I-know we just got here but hhhhrrrrgggnnn~" His face flushes and his eyes go slightly wall-eyed as hir second pair of testicles descend into hir fluffy ballsac. Their irradiating virility and outrageous beauty push him over the edge into ejaculating, but the kind of orgasm that he can't stop or even slow, like a valve broken open inside his vas defrans and endocrine system that makes him just gush. And gush, and gush, with shuddering swells of sheath growth and ass expansion straining his swimshorts to the point where they are popping and threadbursting too. His grip on hir teats loosen as he all but flumphs over hir short stocky stature, knees too weak to carry him further. Not as his belly curves out a lil' bit gravidly, fat eggs forced into his guts. "But.. but you're getting... daaannngerouss..." Avali let out a laugh, ears flitting to point almost straight back. "Me? Dangerous?" She poked her tongue out. "Just because I'm the only Avali on the beach?" She gestured expansively with one feather-laden arm, the other kneading absently into one bulging ovary, the organ visibly contracting as it disgorged a monstrous egg into her hyper-fertile uterus, only for it to audibly bloomph in size a moment later, distending her belly into an immense, pregnant dome for a few moments before that chamber, too, contracted, squelching a black, green-speckled egg from her massive muff with a multi-gallon gush of estrus. Just enough sensation, perhaps, to get her to rise up onto the tips of her toes with a visible shudder. "Mmph... If anyone here is dangerous, it's you! Just look at the mess you're making!" She thumped a finger against the side of his cock for emphasis, unknowingly inflicting the squirrel with what would probably be later coined as 'Sudden Avali Syndrome'. Or SAS for short. Even as she spoke, another pair of breasts blossomed into existence below the first, equally as large, and as she leaned forward onto the sand to better sun herself, one could watch - between watermelon-sized eggs - as the thick quad vas defrens of her balls bloated, swelling out like fat pipes under the skin of her scrotum as she dumped rope after rope of concentrated avali sperm directly into the sand beneath her body. The beach would be contaminated for weeks, if not months. Balros The soft sand makes that huge, fat, new egg quietly -thumpf- when it lands. Any question as to hir own fertility is washed away, and as the egg begins to twitch and crack, the question of hir virility is answered, too. The features of the hatchling are completely hidden, however, as Balros's sudden exposive Avalification causes it to get DRENCHED in squirrelspunk, his cum roaring out like a burst pipe, followed by more and more as his seed chambers are converted and corrupted into avali nut factories. Every bit of change he goes through is pleasurable, feathers sprouting and his sheath expanding to nearly cover his shaft once more. He's shoved away from hir by his -own- engorging tits, nipples thicker than his thumbs lurching thicker than his thighs in mere moments, the fat domes of his beautiful new tits blooming up from basketball to beachball just as fast. When his second pair of balls drop into his fur-feathery ballsac, the expansion of his taint shoves them forward, veins and fat vas defrans becoming defined in the bulging hypersensitive mound of skin. His own egg shoves through his guts and rolls across his prostate as it shoves out, giving him a cute expression as his second pair of ears spring forth and the egg thumps next to its hatched sibling on the sand. A sibling already growing, expanding, pushing out fertilized eggs of their own from all the squirrelvali cum covering it. Nearby beachgoers clutching their chests, crotches, or bloating tums... Avali One by one, the surrounding beach patrons undergo their own changes, no less dramatic than that of the former squirrel's. Most don't don't seem to notice, going about their business as if nothing had happened, trailing estrus and gluey trails of overflowing cum from hyper-productive quad nuts. Others, however, descend into a veritable orgy amongst themselves, with themselves, and with their resulting offspring. Huge, feathery bellies soon dot the beach, supported half-buried in the sand, lumpy with eggs and the squirming shapes of daughters too eager to wait to be laid while two or three more avali work the belly owner's oversized donut, 'helping' birth and lay by way of using their tapered, semi-prehensile shafts, complete with a monstrous, hip-sized knot at the base. The sort of thing that Balros soon finds occupying the space in his ass that an egg had just so recently vacated. Perhaps from the daughter of that very same egg as shi grinds that knot down against his prostate, depositing several gallons of cum so utterly laden with sperm that the count would be immeasurable and contact would assuredly be a biohazard in itself. And now it's sloshing in squirrelvali gut. An excellent day indeed~