Balros sends sweet kisses, laden with corruptions Avali clutches onto squirrel hips, entrapping him between vast, smooth simian tits. Balros Squirrel hips are somehow wider than hers, and the curve of his waist flaring out into ass is the perfect shelf for immense breasts. Fingers sink into squirrel fur, lost completely. Avali Hips wider than her own? That's a feat given her ten foot stature! One could settle an entire entertainment system on the squirrel's shelf of a backside. Not that it'd be a good idea, of course, not when there's a slab of monkey matriarch dick thumping up against it from beneath. "Have you been hanging around Reno again? I haven't seen you packing hips like this in recent memory. I can only imagine what your backdoor looks like!" Balros He's still only 5'6, but somehow, each of his asscheeks is about double that in width, and only seems to be growing from prolonged contact. His footpaws have also grown to accomodate so much weight and mass in back, each toe as thick as an arm; his arms, at that. His sheath hangs forward in front of him like a duffel bag for a woman of your size, brushing fur to unslung monkeycock. "Aw, you know there's a few of me with him right now!" He chirps up, face-level with simian pelvis and cockroot; his breath coaxing a new, second penis to start to push forward and grow. "And if you could tell me, that would be really helpful! Hard to get mirrors at just the right angle, and the last couple folk I asked, well... they kinda fell over screaming in orgasm and pregnancy." Avali absently pressed her fingers into the base of her cock. Or cocks, rather, pressing down atop them in a way that only seemed to enhance their rigidity, glans still tucked away inside ample foreskin. She can't see beyond her own tits after all, but there's certainly enough squirrel for her to see, mostly in the form of hips and ass. "Mmh? Is that so?" She asked, canting her hips to one side, if only to get a better view of him. "Well, turn around and we'll see just what you're packing." She didn't mention the very real possibility that Balros is about to be on the receiving end of a whole lot of kneading. A squirrel with a backside that large is bound to have a taint that would make even Rykela orgasm on the spot. Balros Brushing that new, swelling girlcock felt the vibrant new flesh, flush with nerve endings and pleasure centers, and pumping vehemently erect with fresh arousal and growing only just slightly faster than it could fully firm up. His voice is muffled between titanic tits, but he's happy to be staring into the dim light of underboob to view huge and curvy simian hips. He'd stare longer, but he pulls back to start the process of turning; still too fast, far stronger and more dense and compact than even his car-sized asscheeks should need. Both buttcheeks veer around and impact into the side of simian stature, bludgeoning against boobs that only just rival his size, and denting around monkey hips. The sliiiiide of his too-plush fur and too-plush assflesh across hips and cocks and breasts as he settles into place, asscheeks on either side, causes the kind of numbness that only comes with every pleasure nerve and neuron firing at once; an incalculable bombardment of orgasms that explode into being and make sweat fling from unfurred areas and musk steam from parts with pelts. Some pores scream with pheromones-turned-steam and the heat of his under-tail is like standing behind a jet engine. Avali had long since planted both hands on her hips by the time Balros had dislodged himself from her cleavage, intent on watching the squirrel's every move, and only vaguely aware of the fact that there were, in fact, two cocktips pulsing just inches in front of her bust. But she'd always had those, right? Maybe? She didn't care. They felt good just pulsing there like that. What she hadn't anticipated, however, was that the slightest brush of the squirrel's fur against her body would set of a chain reaction of jolting sensations that couldn't be misconstrued as anything other than orgasm. His touch made her gasp. The full-on bludgeoning made her cry out in sudden, leg-numbing bliss as both her cocks and her pussy pulsed in an uncontrolled eruption. A triple... no... quad orgasm. Even her 'modest' donut seemed to flex as if experiencing its own climax, the overload of sensation pulling the monkey gal to her knees, steam rising from her body in a hazy cloud, sweat beading across bare skin, trickling down engorged breasts and across intensely vascular balls. And she hadn't even gotten a proper look at his backside yet. Balros There was always a little pleasured boiling in the back of the brain as the new reality of 'always had those' settles in, the pair of shafts and their packed pairs of pairs of balls fully growing in likewise hot from the constant pleasure of existence. All that was amped up and electrified into mind-shattering ecstasy as climax after climax was rippling through them again and again. Dripping became spurting at the highest pressure. Pulsing became vibrating as turgid flesh quivvered rapidly in oscellating tension and release. Anal orgasm made in front of the squirrel's cavernous macrodonut felt like a form of communion between butthole and brain. Just -being- in front of his turned backside was a divine deletion of all other sensory input; looking at the size and perfect plump shape, feeling the irradiating heat, smelling the aroma thicker and stronger than smoke; these were all like aftershocks from sensory overload. There was cumming and only the presence of cumming, like not orgasming was incongruent with being alive."So? Is it anything like you imagined? C'mon, it's been fifteen minutes!" He squeaks impatiently.