Blanche - Today at 9:42 AM bumps into Balros from behind, her massive wah boobs practically surrounding the boy's head. Balros - Today at 10:07 AM sinks back into the breasts smothering him from behind, like Homer into the bushes. Blanche - Today at 10:09 AM smiles, cuddling Balros up among her bosom, a ten-pack of arms surrounding him into a fond hug. "Waaaaaah~" she utters in a silly voice. Oh, she can speak intelligibly, for sure, but it doesn't hurt to goof off now and then! Balros - Today at 10:10 AM giggles, only bits of fluff and squirrel peeking out from the vast caverns of smooshy wah breasts, lost in a swarm of arms. A lot of white goo starts leaking, pouring along the bottom of the girl's cleavage. Blanche - Today at 10:13 AM collects some of that, bringing it up to her lips and licking her hand clean with a few expert flicks of the tongue. "Hmmmm~" It sates her urges a little, somehow. "You're obviously on a hair trigger." she remarks with a melodious, disarming giggle. Appropriate for a wah with a petite upper body! Less than appropriate when this all rides on the body of a large, strong horse. Landra - Today at 10:13 AM wriggles a bit. squirms and tries to concentrate on work. not the throbbing boner in between her legs. Balros - Today at 10:16 AM pops his head up out from the topmost titties, then another squirrel head from between every other cleavage. Dozens, and dozens of squirrels, each one wedged between every cleavage, side-cleavage and even under-tits. Not a pair of boobs that doesn't have a squirrel stuffed between them. Nor even a pair of sheaths, as fluffy, wriggly boysquirrel smooshes between sheaths and balls, enjoying the equine warmth. Blanche - Today at 10:21 AM 's eyes momentarily cross. Oof, what's this heady sensation? She glances down, and she gulps, thinking she's about to fall, experiencing a short moment of vertigo, only to realize she's grown taller. Way taller. In fact, beneath her row of tits and their usual toga-tanktop, are bare, freshly-grown ones, forcing her body longer, taking her point of view to a new altitude she's never experienced before. The wah-centaur's actually taller than she's long! "W-wow..." she stammers out, briefly rocked off her foundations, coming to terms with being blessed with several rows of ker-huge funbags. She wiggles herself, knowing there's squirrel down there, one between the pair of sheaths she got up front, but the dozen far bigger ones at the back are a much more potent playing ground... Balros - Today at 10:30 AM If there's ever anything squirrels know how to do, it's how to climb tall things. Paws squish and squeeze as more and more squirrels smoosh against immense wahgirl endowments and swarm over her, still mostly hidden by the canopy of tits, only errant flutterings of chocolate fluffy squrireltails that tickle areolae in passing. Lower down it's a waterfall of white, a literal sheet of spooge that drapes her lower pairs and body in a dress of cum. In the back, squirrels Occupy Taurstreet, wedging himself between sheaths, between immense testicles, even between body-sized horsenuts in the same sac - both on the outside, and on the inside, as he stuffs more and more of himself into horsecocks and sheaths alike. One of them curiously sniffs at the girltreasures found between a very lucrative rump, and shortly after, dozens of him are finding warmth cuddled between ovaries. Wombs that fill faster with more of him than they do with daughters. No, sons. Squirrelsons. A few direct gropes and kneads of egg-bloated babymakers, and it's not just him making more of himself. Blanche - Today at 10:36 AM 's mouth opens again, the wah-girl under a relentless assault by exotic sensations she didn't even know she could experience. She shuts her eyes, draws a breath in staccato, finishing off by biting her lip in a last-ditch attempt to stifle the long moan that so desperately wants to leave her throat. She wasn't a pushover to begin with, already blessed with more than most, hung like no other, as sexually powerful like a goddess - the sheer size of her hindcocks, as wide as a mother's hips, would attest to that. But this pales in comparison to what she is now. Squirrels inside her ballsacs find themselves cuddled and squeezed among testicles that seem to move with a mind of their own. Squirrels deep insive her wombs get stroked, fondled, massaged by masses of plump ovaries that look far more numerous than they were a minute ago. It's not long before those wombs are filled with quickly-growing squirrels swimming in a primordial sea of thick girljuice. The red panda's cumdress takes a more fluid consistency, and with good reason: she's producing milk by the showers. Balros - Today at 10:42 AM A few curious squirrel muzzles nose at open lips, stealing a few swipes of taste direct from a cute girl's tongue, exploring how long a neck she's got now and how much squirrelboy she can swallow. Abundant boys knead the warm walls between womb and belly and happily give a taurgirl a good metric by which to measure a full forebelly vs a full taurbelly and just how much each can hold. Is it more or less than the number of squirrelboys stuffed down just one nipplecock, and is -that- more than the number of flufftails kneading the inside of each titty? Is that -really- just milk or something much more fertile? Are all those bumps in her ballsacs that snuggle up to each nipplecock really just testicles? Of course not. Squirrels are flossing the entirety of the immense wahtaur, including all four of her throats. Blanche - Today at 10:51 AM has to process so many things at once that taking advantage of her dazed state of mind is nigh child's play. In fact, squirrels travel down into her belly long before she even realizes it: a full two dozen of them have traveled down her long giraffe-like neck, down past all of her chest, down into her stomach after dozens and dozens of feet of multiple esophagi that squeezed every step of the way. She might as well be called a home, a repository, a fully-converted factory of squirrels. Everytime her wombs flex and push, it results in several dozen squirrels being launched out into the world. Everytime her nipplecocks leak, it's to give away a mix of milk, of cum, and of microscopic squirrels that grow to proper size at a stunning rate. By now, the centaur is hard as rock everywhere she can be. That pair of quad-stuffed sheaths up front has its cocks up to full mast, and the dozen multiply-endowed sheaths at the back, subdivided over and over, end up jutting a vast armada, exactly five thousand seven hundred and sixty giant horsedicks that reach out a solid hundred feet ahead of her, each gush of her hot jizz laden with squirrelboys ready to grow. "W-what's this inside my pussies - ooooh~" Lag, much? She's been stuffed back there for the past two minutes, and it's only now that her mind arrives at this particular item on its to-do list. At least her physiology's on the ball: her huge nuts rumble briefly, and all those horsedicks shoot out a renewed geyser of cum-covered squirrels. Balros - Today at 10:58 AM The wahgirl can feel her arms being pushed up, something fluffy and warm in them. Which arms? Yes. When flufftails are no longer blocking her vision, she can see that she's cupping the fluffiest, sweetest, and extremely well hung centaur-squirrel version of Balros who's giving her big cute bedroom eyes as she's cupping his balls, sheaths, lower legs, forelegs and shiny black hooves, trim tummy and slender upper waist, and exceedingly generous pairs of floofy squirrel tits. Squirrelcentaur, with just enough wah to have faint panda stripes on his face and tail. He... she... has got everything Blanche has, just at slightly smaller scale, but he's quickly growing to try and best mom. A little peek into a foresheath reveals eleven thousand, five hundred and twenty squirrelhorse sheaths, about forty feet long but growing quickly up to scale and each one struggling with the exactly ninty six thousand, eight hundred and forty four sub-sheaths contained within -them-. Squirreldaughter's gone quantum, the mere act of checking for sheaths changing the result and magnifying the number that there would have been otherwise. He seems mommywah struggling to comprehend, so he helpfully stuffs a few million of his squirreldads with horsedick, letting mom feel each one start growing and creaking and pushing out into equitaur versions of themselves as well. Blanche - Today at 11:12 AM is quickly running out of arms to hang on to her centaur daughter, and even if more limbs shoot out simply to support his alarmingly growing figure, she just has to let go at some point. Which isn't all that bad considering the squirreltaur's only a handful of feet above the ground by the time this happens, what with his elongated body, so it's only a matter of falling on his hooves, safe and sound. Meanwhile, the wah-centaur's muscular lower body also shows a whole lot of fertility, swollen belly followed up by some truly insane hindquarters that actually give her taur half an exaggerated pear shape, giving her an ass positively out of this world - that much is required to house all those juicy pussies, her entire lower body so dedicated to the production of a family that every possible amount of free space is occupied by womb or the ovaries that supply them, eqch squeeze launching a tight pack of ova that split up and multiply, one salvo resulting in nearly a hundred litters of identical siblings. That's just the main part of her. Her tits are productive likewise. Her balls and her cocks too. Oh, and her stomachs. Every now and then, she feels a squirrel traveling back up her throats, and she simply parts her lips, stretching them wiiiiiiiiide so that new squirrel can get out, and fall into her embrace between her upper tits. Pretty neat to see that giant bulge traveling up over twenty feet of neck length, and it's cute that her hair's kept up meanwhile, that beautiful curtain managing to hover at shoulder length. Madly in love with her squirrel-daughter, the wah-centaur begins groping, jerking off, fondling that adorable-looking boy-girl, eyes bright with attention and fantasy. She licks her lips, missing the moment where the throat-births a new squirrel. No matter: her tongue just coils around the new arrival while it's out, safely depositing him between her breasts.