Guri Good fulfilling sleep makes important thoughts much easier to make. Importantly indulgent thoughts Balros & Echoen Those thoughts are super important, and indulgent even for the newspaper delivery bun that hands the morning newspaper to the Victoria-infected skunk. Balros certainly has a lot of thoughts after glimpsing the two of them sharing a firm handshake. Guri The newspaper even had Victoria on the front page, dressed in a high visibility vest and swinging a pickaxe into the ground despite a very obvious and waiting excavator just off in the background. A puff-piece to build up hype and support for the local expansion of a new subsidiary but one that would sing the high praises of Victoria and her company. The delivery bun was more than a little excited, having to part his bouquet of cocks to giggle to the skunk and wishing him luck on his interview! Balros & Echoen The squirrel's eyes go wide, as he sees not just penis in the morning, but a quartet of beautiful pink mousecocks large and stiff enough to bump against arms, and a delivery uniform bulging obscenely with multiple pairs of heavy balls. Obscene bulges that are also outlined in the skunk's pair of pajamas, both in the back under a butt larger than he remembers, and in the front once the door is closed and he turns around... With a blush and a gleep of embarrassment, the squirrel scoots out of the hallway and towards the kitchen to distract himself with making breakfast. He misses the view of long, pink, needy mousecocks pushing past the skunk's sheath rim, the mephit's own original boner pinkening and swelling to match them. Guri The delivery bun was just out of frame when sounds of intense splattering could be heard coming from outside. Sounds that grew quieter despite never seeming to end until they came from too far away. The Skunk was too distracted with the paper, utterly giddy as he read the story on how Victoria was breaking ground in both the new location AND in corporate-consumer outreach. The same couldn't be said for him as his outreaching cocks thumped against the wall on his way to the kitchen. He needed some coffee, he couldn't believe he wasn't watching where his fat, pre-drooling bouquet of mousecocks were. He hadn't bumped into a wall like that since he was a child! Good thing he had the extra pairs of arms to bring his bulging mousecocks under control. Balros & Echoen Who knew that being, and becoming, Victoria would feel so fucking good? Well, Victoria knew that, of course, and every orgasm and ejaculating helped reinforce that knowledge and self-understanding in the minds of new clients, customers, and Brand Ambassadors. Even household pets exposed to the sight or scent of so, much, mouse and mousecum would join the marketing efforts as they went into heat and their first thoughts were of HEAT. Balros hears the gushing, hears the THUMP, and shudders. Tries not to think about it, he's just horny and this is just fantasy, right? The mouse was too sexy, too appealing and attractive to really be in his house, and of course his roommate looked nothing like her. So focused is he on /not/ focusing on her, that he left himself unguarded and openly exposed to the morning needs of a mouse who's too much. The first pair of skunkish paws reaches past him to grab the coffee and a mug; the second pair of mousepaws casually grasping his pajama waistband and tugging down to wantonly press the transforming, growing skunk-mouse cock to squirrelbutt. So casual, like she owns it - after all, HEAT pays the bills. His initially slutty groan is all the signed confirmation the mutating mephit needs. Guri "Oh- Good morning, Balros~!" The skunk-mouse ever so cheerily chirped out as he poured coffee into his mug in his slowly thinning skunkpawbs. Those surprisingly strong mouse paws held firmly onto thick, bubbly squirrel cheek and astoundingly fluffy squirrel tail to keep it up and out of the way as a fat sheath packed with bulging pink mouseskunk cocks pushed right up between those warm cheeks in the cold morning. The mouseskunk gave a firm tug as he casually ground against Squirrel butt with rocking hips. His cheeks blushing brightly while he continued to manage his coffee. Victoria was a master of multitasking. She was regularly seen juggling many tasks at once. She could easily handle warming up in the morning with a bit of casual grinding while one of those fat mephitmouse paws squeezed a healthy stream of thick cream from one of her immense heavy breasts directly into the mug. That fat breast was capped with a jaw-splitting teat, as respectable as Victoria should have! Guri I've been chewing on this through the morning. I said the other day that Victoria should never be allowed out of her setting as she would basically perform uncontainable damage to the greater metaexistence at large due to her unresolved abuse traumas for her past? Technically, someone could try and find her when she's young enough and let her grow up to not be someone's corporate-killing puppet. So instead of building a megacorp empire, she builds a charity so that instead trying to control everything, trying to help and benefit as many all over that she can. (both results end with Victoria everywhere but with different driving motivations) It takes far longer to reach that critical low-level cognitohazard state, but she wouldn't be an existence-level threat to all of everything. Balros & Echoen That voice, in his ear, full of promise, full of cheer, a tone or an octave just -off- from what it should be. The way his hips are gripped, his ass is grabbed, he's pulled back and yet thrust forward by a bulky sheath covered in fur and filled with many more throbbing, stiff promises. The squirrel gives off a whorishly buttery bitchmoan as the skunk's formerly black boner bulges -bigger- between his buttcheeks, helpfully cramming into clenching depths and sinking, stuffing inside him to bloat bigger and turn more pink, more mouse. He pushes up onto his tiptoes out of reflex, only for four enormous mouse breasts to quash against his backside, lower pair tucking under his arms and upper pair smooshing on either side of his shoulders and head. The scent of cream fogs out the scent of breakfast and coffee, mingling well with the copious spurts of pre that fling from her other erections and the squirrel's own monstrously huge one crammed against the countertop. Trying to get his bearings, Balros feels the ponderously huge orbs of Victoria's balls press against the back of his own sac...instinctually wrapping his tail around his former roommate's slimming waist and widening hips, and rolling his plushly huge, fuckable ass in a grinding motion that signals a full subscription to HEAT's breeding services. Guri The mouse was still settling into her morning rhythm as the space between them shrank with every passing moment. The coffee she was still preparing in her paws was carefully kept out of reach of the action below as last vestiges of soft white fur had fully consumed her body. A soft, warm and fuzzy giggle escaping her soft mouse lips as the mug had finally been sipped. The whole ordeal endcapped by a bursting of additional rigid marketing assets from her sheaths. Victoria let out a very unseemly groan as her growing, filling mousesacks all squeezed together unloading a very premature morning load. Thick flows of mousecum gushed between them, splattering all over the walls, counters, and each other. That hot CEO seed blew straight into Balros's delightfully warm confines filling up with each and every pump. She wasn't all embarrassed or ashamed about it, it just meant there would be more time until the next load of course. Assuming she ever finished this first one. "I'm so glad you decided to support my decision to join HEAT and Victoria. Their support structure is amazing! She really knows how to lift someone up off their feet!" She squeaks, lifting her hips up and pushing that fantastic squirrel ass as far down as she could manage with every thrust. Balros & Echoen As the space between mouse and squirrel shrank, likely due to the intense and heated growth and fervent application of pressing and pressure, the squirrel's bank of resistance (and funding) was drained away. Victoria was too pretty. She felt too good, pressed against him and shoving, stuffing, fuckramming inside of him. He felt an entirely new sheath full of mousegirl dicks grow against his taint and ballsac, her pleasantly plump erections pushing between his thighs and balls to flank his own enormous cannon of a sheath. His heavyhuge ass and rumpcheeks had to accept additional security deposits of breeding potency as each of her sheaths gained more cocks; he took all of her and seemed eager, if not desperate to take more. The wash of her cum slathering his endless insides left him groaning and arcing his spine in a curl of bliss, squirrelboy tum only lightly bulging despite the vast quantity of fuck-funds poured into him. The kitchen rapidly reeked of squirrel sperm as he erupted with overflow, and mouse spunk as more of her cocks too-casually blasted walls, cubboards, counters and more. Herm sperm wouldn't stop, and his arms were lifted up by two of her shafts flanking to either side of his hips, filling his paws with the feeling of her boners and how the shuddered with each surge of her cum. With how massive her breasts had grown, they encapsulated his shoulders and arms. Whining in entrapped decadence, Balros craned his chin upwards to look at his corporate overlord, just in time to see the last wisps of skunk eye color now reflect only Victoria's sweet mousette gaze. Guri Victoria stared back down at the much smaller Squirrel. Large green eyes, cheerily, casually, grinding herself away at him as the shrinking room was growing ever more cramped between all her asset growth. Growth? She did think growth right? Brand Ambassadors needed to be large to be seen, to make noise, to draw the crowds. The mouse was slowly inching ever higher, ever wider, ever longer. It wasn't long before those ears of hers brushed up against the ceiling before finally bumping up against it and letting out an amused giggle. Uh-oh, looks like they'll need to grow into more room soon. She settled onto her haunches, leaning back on her hands while keeping that grip on Balros. The floor was already starting to pool with cum as every wonderful throb unloaded more and more fat ropes of Victoria cream all over the shrinking kitchen. A kitchen that was filling with ever growing and multiplying sheathes and the bouquets of flared and flaring mouse cocks. The growth wasn't so simple, HEAT was a leader of diversification, Victoria always had to look for the latest places to reach into. A sack of those sacks bulged, squirmed and bloated. It's fountains of cream paused as something started blocking it. Whatever it was, the massive obstructions slowly worked down the lengths until a bunch of small pink paws reached out from those gaping cock tips! Balros & Echoen She wouldn't stop growing. He couldn't stop cumming. She wouldn't stop cumming. He couldn't stop bouncing. With every pumping surge of growth, fuckbreeding the squirrel felt better and better, like a portfolio of endless growth. By the time her ears touched tips to the ceiling, her ankles were drowning in squirrelspunk, and she had four ankles dipped in deep. Worst of all, when her shafts sputtered and surged bigger with bulging shapes, the biggest one was buried deep, deep inside of his flooded depths. With a spine-arched squeal of strained ecstacy, Balros's whole middle bulged outwards around the rotund shape of a cumbirthed Victoria. Her latest subsidiary wasn't so much inside his house, it was the squirrel himself, and the fresh Victoria felt a comfortable amount of space inside him to grow just as massive as her Brand Ambassador for Transportation Services. All the better for her to get railed by her own rail while rammed fully inside of him, likely to get just as Victoria-stuffed by the next iteration of mousey workforce. Guri "Might need to tear down a few walls for the new office at this rate." "A bit of demolition never hurt anyone, right?" "We should probably wait until we've got our workforce ready, don't you think?" Victoria was so glad to see her board show up to help. The two additional heads came with the extra legs that stretched out to either side. The once quad breasted CEO now taking up a girthy eight across two rows. The small room shrinking ever more with the extra hips, thighs and legs and all the many multiple sheaths, sacks and cocks they added. The growing army of cum-birthed mice were considerably more plain than their progenitor, simple two armed, two legged, two tittied meeses but after the first generation of births, they were quick to multiply to help Victoria fully drain her ever refilling balls. The fastest way to help grow of course was the growing pile of mice clambering over each other to drive as many of themselves into the waiting Brand Ambassador's many empty pussies and wombs between all their legs. It took little time before her growing workforce was flooding her breeding tanks with their loads just as quickly as more poured from her cocks! Balros & Echoen In his cock-locked position looking up between mousebreasts at beautiful mousemuzzle, he's soon seeing three as her shoulders widen to fit her other two beautiful faces. His arms further swallowed up by additional pairs of breasts, warm and plump, lushly furred and pliantly suggestive of her outrageous fertility. His thick-thighed legs lost between additional sheaths, paws and toes pushing against silky-furred mousey ballsacs that seem to churn more productive each time he bumps them. Bleary-eyed from so, so much goddamn pleasure, Balros lowers his gaze to look at eye-level with another Victoria standing beside him. Giving a lustful chitterwhine, he just blasts her face with a violent eruption of squirrelspunk, his endlessly refueling nuts recharging faster than he can unload. It's a problem the many multi-mice know just as well as he; but by making it more his problem than her problem he takes the risks and she receives the rewards. Inside his depths he can feel the cumbirthed mouseclones also starting to spunk and spunk and spunk, and though his bigger-on-the-inside belly grew more slowly than the rest of hers, he fit right in with the rest of her staff's pregnant bellies. But behind him, in Victoria Prime's wombs, Balros could feel her belly bulging against his back, being pumped and flooded with even more mousespunk than his ass. The rising swell forced his back to stay in its arched position. All he could do was writhe, bounce, squeak and clench, four things that reinforced HEAT's marketing strategy.