Balros
Balros throws himself before you, onto his knees, staring passionately at your belly.

UniformVixen
stares beyond the heavy mountains of her laden breasts, the churning beginnings of another hyperpregnancy, over the horizon into your devoted eyes. "Our love. Our lovelovelove." She declares, speech faculties impaired, all her senses and perception focused on you and us and the way it feels to be looking from both vantage, to get a glimpse of the way it looks when her flexible, expressive feet come to cradle around your face, to helpfully tug you close so you can feel the warmth radiating off her drum-taut wombspace, and to feel the squirming and kicking and growing of our latest wombmates, already enticed to an eager fucking inside her even as they gestate. The gurgles, the muffled moans, and the way it and you make her squirm, and erect, and chant out how much she is falling for you, for us, for the dangerous, lovelustdrunk multitude we are destined to become in every universe we infect/infest ~

Balros
Your presence bewitches him, your beauty beguiles him, your outrageous fertility and zealous virility besots him. Under the fur of his chest his breasts begin to bud; slowly, pink nipples jutting forth at first, giving way to slow-rising hills and mounds of boysquirrel boobs. Staring at your swollen rotund middle makes his guts gurgle and wombs bloat in rudely. Every word of love makes new ears spring forth across either side of his head, his eyes bisecting to grace his skull with a pair of your eyes.
"Love..." He croaks, before your fuzzy and thick-toed feet mash against his maw and smoosh his four-eyed face, pulling his head and upper body close to that profound belly. Between his thighs he is cumming before his cocks have even emerged from his sheath, twin phallus forcing their way past his sheathrim to splatter your ass and balls with his nutbutter. Shoulders cracking in multi divergence, he hugs around your bloating middle and surging hips with pairs of arms alike. Your shaft is swallowed in his breasts and your balls are nudged by his groaning, creaking, growing pregnant gut, bloating with squirrels who are feverishly fucking and cumming before they're even fully formed.

UniformVixen
_is flowering open right then and there. The spread of her knees, of her thighs, is a summoning of so much more of her. Her whole body heaves with the musk-huffing breaths she takes, full lip bitten down on urgently with need as she gratuitously urges you forth, welcoming the rise of your breasts with a hard rutting, foreskin rolling freely to expose her glistening, needy pinkness with every free-spirited thrust through the journey into and out from your cleavage. Her moans are needy, her desire for you so strong. She could pop right here and now with a single word, for now she sustains a steadily increasing fountaining of cum. The steamy squirrel sexpots that flare into being behind her sextuple-dividing strain of medicine ball nuts are hungry, are gripping, are protruding from her taint dangerously into the developing forms of muzzles that seek, and nuzzle out from beneath her heavy virile burdon to find the source of your own creamy geysering to stretch labial maws around, chittering gleefully as they capture your surging growths, docking onto your surging, spasming erections to channel those fluids into her already roiling wombspace. To devour you. To copulate with us.   Our massive, heavy pregnancies embattled and squozen against one another. So little room between. Your eyes - our eyes - look so pretty on your face, all that bifurcation, elaboration, limitless expression of Squirreldom. Of BalrosSigil being.  It's enough to make her grab a pair of ears, to blow a needy kiss. To feed you some of those twin spears of erection now cohabitating her fast overstuffing foreskin. Dual fountains of thick, creamy sigilspunk to fill that belly further, to facefuck her love wantonly  - gripping and tugging and wanting all of you, all of us, heat surging so deeply in her mutating body  ~ how soon she rides that edge, just lost in the feeling of WANTING this. NEEDING us. Spiraling into apocolyptic squirrel madness until all we can think about is sharing this and us ~ Every day ~ every way ~ Become our own squirreldoom together, forever ~ ~ ~ :pink_heart:_