Balros thumps onto his knees on the floor and smothers his face into your huge, dense, full, fat sheath. His paws cupping your heavy, furred nuts, lifting them barely. You ache where he touches you, heated potency irradiating your flesh.

Boo3 bites her lower lip and moans softly, squirming in her seat as the effect of your touch spreads and intensifies. You feel those twin orbs, each easily the size of a bowling ball, shudder, seed audibly churning within. You feel her sheath grow hot to the touch, and soon you feel something hotter still, the dark, glistening flesh of the big bunny's member, throbbing and slowly, but steadily swelling, eager to stretch past the rim of her furry pouch, desperate for attention...
"Mmmm, it's, ah, been a while, hasn't it?" shesighs, strong paws digging into her seat's armrests.

Balros: It's as if your body, deep in your pelvis, suddenly turned on a faucet of virility, literally inflating and engorging your nuts and sheath and cock with size, with growth.  Every pump of blood to grow your erection was matched with a pump of magic to grow your erection's entire scope.  Grinding his face in there, half of his head covered by the weight of your sheath mauling into it, he looks up at you with one eye. "Has. We're gonna have some fun." He slides a second pair of large hands up the back of your balls, thickbig fingers pressing and caressing across your ass, and pussy, stroking and slicking your folds with your own juices.  His prick WHUMPS against the back of your balls, surging like a tree to mash the fat belly of his cockhead to your slot. The chair you're sitting on starts getting shoved back from under you. A third pair of his arm grabs your wrists. Two of his heads squish your sheath between them, while the third slurps and slurps the underside of your girthy erection.

Boo3: "Ohh, I've missed this," the bunny groans through a grin, surrendering to the feeling of the changes you're causing and your increasingly forceful, lusty ministrations. Her sheath stretches around the head, and then the body of her shaft, glistening black skin shines in the dim light, thick veins visibly throbbing in time with her heartbeat. As your outer two heads press against its base, still contained with that fluffy white sheath, it twitches, and a bead of cloudy precum forms at the tip, then rolling, trickling down the length to be caught by your middle head's tongue.
You feel the wet heat of her lower lips brush against your own growing, throbbing shaft. Boo grins wider as she looks your middle head in the eyes, and winks. And as she winks, you feel a similar bolt of desire shoot down your shaft, from where your head touches her slick lips dow into the heart of your loins, and as this bolt of sensation explodes within you, you feel (and hear) your own sack and member pulse, adding inches in length, thickness, circumference, pounds in mass, causing your nuts to thump against the ground, all in a heartbeat, the sudden expansion pushing the head of your cock past the bunny's outer lips and inside. And then, it happens again, but stronger, your shaft widening, veins popping out, growing thicker and seemingly more numerous, length surging in a heartbeat again so you can feel the wide slit of your cock kiss the rabbit's eager, hungry cervix.

Balros: It's almost as if your endowments are breathing in, and growing, then pausing to let you revel in the size.... only to begin growing again, surging even larger and yet more sensitive and erogenous . The beauty of your endowments is radiant and irradiant. He swallows your apple-sized dollop of pre, his dick beginning to pump-pump-pump-pump-pump up in size in juddering shocks of growth, in time with his own heartbeat. Throbbing bigger into you, stretching and filling your feminine chambers full of his heated, urgent flesh. Cramming at your cervix, it feels as if two entire dimensions are competing, possibilities burgeoning within his balls and your womb. With the next vein-bulging surge of growth, he RAMS into your depths, plunging his potency into your fertility. Detonating the charges of corruption likely left within you.

Boo3 lets out a husky, drawn-out moan of pleasure as your titanic length fills her up so good, so completely, broadcasting your corruption into her core while acting as a conduit into your essence for her own transformative power. Your shaft bulges obscenely, impossibly through her belly, and the rabbit's massive, increasingly dense testicles surge in size, her sack swelling to the point where you are having trouble holding them up. Her testicles drape down around your own throbbing shaft, their contours fitting around you so snug it's like her depths doubled. And then she grins at you and tenses her abdominal muscles, squeezing the sensitive head plugging up her womb, leaking your own precum into her, already rife with unimaginably potent, unimaginably corruptive seed.
She throws her head back as another pulse of lust and change hits her, her breasts, quite a bit bigger than her head to start with, grow in size, plushness, juiciness, dark aereola widening, plumping up, growing so big they'd count as generous breasts in their own right if they were hanging off a smaller person's chest. Her nipples follow suit, also, big black nubs, glistening in the light, big, thick, gold-colour piercings dangling from them. They swell and grow longer, growing tighter against the heavy metal rings. Veins form here, also, and you can hear them straining until, suddenly, clink, clink, the rings snap and fall away, the dark teats surging in size in an instant, their shape changing, the tips bulging, throbbing, until the rabbit is sitting there, chest heaving, breasts twice, thrice the size they started at with foot-long, throbbing, swaying, dribbling shafts capping impossibly plump aereolas.

Balros only orgasms and foundaints harder as your pressure mounts up, three heads in a chorus of moans around your lap, his body all but smothered by your intense balls. Just touching them against his body is subjecting him to your irradiant virility, blasting his body into feminine shame - pinching waist, flaring hips, a cavernous womb plus succulent pussy. Generous breasts flooding forward from his entire frontside, three rows of squirreljugs that pour with silken squirrel milk. Two naked, dripping, long-legged and unsteady squirrelwomen stumble out from his puss, dizzy on each of her three heads, only to imprint themselves onto your nipplecocks. Their entire existence and pleasure defined by your nippleshafts, sucking, kissing, stroking, pumping, and growing bigger against your breasts and those throbbing, oozing cocktips.  Both of them already severely pregnant.
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Boo3: The bunny is beyond words, riding this wave of snesation. Amidst your own pleasure, you suddenly feel a hand on the back of your middle head, attached to one of two additional arms sprouting from the bunny's side. No, make that four. Six? You lose count there, as your middle head is forced past the dark, throbbing, gushing length of Boo's shaft, back into her plump sheath, face-first. You soon discover why, as another head presses against, and quickly past your lips, growing longer and thicker down your throat, the shaft's transformative influence making your eusophagus, stretched around this new, swelling member, feel like it were fucking a different set of your lips. A feeling that's more accurate than you probably expected, the rabbit's influence turning every orifice of yours into an eager pussy, connected to a boundlessly cumthirsty, hyperfertile womb of its own. Or wombs. Who's even counting anymore? Bliss is bliss is bliss. More is better. More is right.
Your daughters certainly agree, hyper-pregnant fucksquirrels, their own fertile mouth-pussies swallowing around thick, throbbing nipplecocks, aereolas plumping and widening more, as new nippleshafts grow for all of their heads to enjoy. And not just theirs. Your bunny lover has grown so big, there's room for more on her, too. Three heads, a cerberubun, to match your squirrely triplicate self, a new row of breasts sprouting above the originals on a longer torso, two free hands reaching over and firmly grabbing hold of vacant nipplecocks and eagerly sucking down on them herself. Other free hands grop your daughters, stroke them off, rub their bellies, and others rub and squeeze your own balls. And some trab hold of a pair of your own nipples, pulling on them, sending corruption into them, making them swell, malleable, molding them into shafts of your own and looping them back towards your other two heads, stuffing their mouths, too, impregnating your mouths with your own seed.

Balros: As hordes of squirreldaughters and bunny-corrupted offspring spill out into the streets, cocks sprout from every surface that their pussies touch, regardless of material touched or the placement of the pussies. They have to walk or stumble slowly, and often simply give up and start kissing the ground or a tree, the area becoming a pleasant and pleasureable fuckscape for them. Organic material, though, quickly impregnates into almost elemental-halfbunnysquirrels, playmates to breed and fuck them. Anyone that gets close to them is lured closer, soft glurks as cocks erupt from throats and pussies blossom nearby, fur and lapine-rodent flesh taking over.