Balros rubrubs adoringly Kah enjoys the pampering Evening lil cutie~ Balros wigglefloofs gleefuly and smile big, bright, broadly at you "Hiii, Kah!" He happysqueezes into curvycute fuckyeen, shamelessly letting his corruption soak into you from the contact alone. Kah scoops the little cutie up into his lap and squeezes, huffing that deliciously corruptive musk, tail wagging gently as his mind boggles with the possibilities you might unleash Nghhhh that's the good stuff~ Balros *Since you're bigger than him, scooping him up isn't so hard - but gods, is he dense, heavy, warm and feverishly musky. Just breathing in his scent that reeks from his fur and floof is enough to make your head swim, your lungs burn, your loins ache, and your own sweat and musk glands to bulge bigger.* "Aw, you've gone without for too long!" He cheerily chitters, nuzzling up to smooch your yeensnout. The taste of squirrel saturates your maw and overcharges your saliva factorites; like a jolt of lightning his corruption is pouring into you and he's not making it a relaxing experience, either. "May I?" He asks politely, even as he zealously violates your personal reality to make his scent, his taste, his touch, a part of your life cycle like breathing or drinking. With his cushy rump in your lap, it feels like hormones are gushing, rushing to your crotch and cunt, and your prostate doubles in size and sensitivity Kah cackles eagerly as you weave that corruption into so willing a vessel, the slobbering fiend nodding rapidly as his tongue hangs out over you, drooling rapaciously as he groans and grinds into the little critter in his lap - the gnoll's already strongl-yscented aroma kicking into overdrive as his sweat and musk are multiplied by your mutagenic touch Balros *Your eagerness delights him - and he ramps it up past reason, enjoying the crazed look that overtakes your eyes, a yeenbrain so swamped by fuckneed and lust that the parts of you that are still you get to enjoy your own maddened thoughts and sensations. "Thanks, Kah! I knew you'd understand." He wraps his arms around your neck and snuggles, it's almost so innocent and sweet and sincere, nevermind how your breasts fatten below his arms and sweat-sludge pours out from your underboobs, underarms. His embrace of your upper body is tender, in contrast for the almost violent bulging of your throat as corruptive gooey bile builds up in your belly and bursts past your lips in an orgasmic vomiting deluge. Yet it's as pleasurable as cumming from a cock, the release of the intense pressure within your overproductive body a pleasure unto itself. And there is so -much- intense pressure that your neck is forced to stretch, crick, extend slightly longer, pouring your yeengoo down his fluffy back and over his tail. He slides his legs around your waist, sitting properly on your thick thighs and upon your crotch now, his heavyhuge squirrelbulge buried beneath your fat'n'furry gut yet above the huge bulge of your engorged cunt. Your womb swells as your belly does with that hot 'n' slippery goo, at first pissing out of your snatch with firm force and steaming from its heat, to throbbingly ejaculating from your snatch in gallon-sized streams. Beneath your tail your butthole swells larger, wrenched open by a huge plume of fogging fuckgas that feels like you're sliding a huge airy dildo out of your butt, meter by meter, making you cum harder the longer you expel. If you weren't already sitting, your legs might have collapsed under you from the mind-numbing pleasure. Horrifyingly wonderful is what happens to your feet - as you girlgush cum onto them, your yeenpaws begin to crick, swell and grow, bulging bigger, with thicker and much sweatier toes. So too do your handpaws grow, arm muscles bulging huger, thicker, rounder, larger. Lifting his tail he buries your snout and nose briefly in his musky fur to let you get a fresh dose of his scent, milk pump-pouring out of your tits in a fresh wave of productive corruption. Kah gurglehowls into blissful release as what little brain the hyena had before is melted into nothing but pleasuregoo, every orifice on the sweaty beast's body exploding with your corruptive influence, blossoming out that heinous fuckmusk that fills the room and threatens to extend much further before long - gushing tits, climaxing cunt, blowing booty, and moaning maw all equally contributing to the sweltering swamp of yeenstank that now surrounds you, a hotbed of corruption you've made him the broodmother to breed Balros Despite the incredible firehose force of your gushing estrus, a lil' wiggle and simple push of the squirrelboy's hips is pushing his heavy pink pillar of squirrelcock up into your snatch, cramming deeper and deeper into your brewing womb. "Good boy," He compliments, the words alone enough to make your taint bulge fatly with satisfied growth. His huge, weighty balls swing between your thighs and brush against your heavy calves, rolling as he begins to thrust back and forth, fucking you through the girljaculations. You're able to exert tremendous pressure on him, stress and squeeze and grip and crush him, but he's just too dense to harm or even significantly move, like a furry, gravity-defying corruption engine. The floor shows huge dents from your massive stompers and when your hands touch the walls or floor they leave massive indent-prints, your strength just unreasonable. Your pussydepths squeeze on his massive shaft with enough force to compress steel but he seems to just throb -bigger- and force you to stretch more, and more, and more, a rudge bulge of his cockhead within your heavily expanded belly. Your ovaries have swollen massively and are -jetting- with eggs into your home, literally hosing his cock with gnoll breedneed, most of them flushed past his shaft onto the floor or his furry crotch. If any of his cum actually gets inside of you, you might detonate... After minutes more of fucking you, you find your size has increased all over, creating a horribly cramped and incredibly musk-fogged room. Motherly instincts and hormones pound at your slop of a brain, and your belches and barfs of corruptive gas and goo release so many paternal instincts, too. Your neck has lengthened like a giraffe's and your jaws are stretched open around the sheer volume of what he's making you produce. His thrusting is getting harder, faster, he's getting closer... fumes pour from your nose and gas and sweatmusk steam from your armpits, underboobs, your pores all over. Kah undulates with unsafe levels of fertility, the oversized monstrosity positively oozing from every pore and orifice to fill all available space with his need - and by extension yours, saturating this world with your fucklust run rampant through him. His massive pawbs crush away the puny walls that dare contain your magnificent corruption, letting it flow freely outwards to spread and infect the world unbidden, to fill all of existence with the fruits of your copulation Balros Soon the squirrel feels the walls pushing against his back, your huge rotund and churning boiler of a belly cramming him against the sides of the room. Even the air pressure of the room is increasing as your farts and belches can't escape enough - not until, with a huge exertion of overwhelming power, you finally BURST the room and are freed to fill even more space. At that moment, he cums, cramming balls deep into your snatch and flooding your brooding womb with cum, seeding your zealous eggs. In that moment, your womb and belly connect and become one, and life erupts from you. Dumbstruck yeengirls, grown from eggs and sperm into their corrupted adulthood in seconds, cascade out of your maw along with the unending tide of your musky expulsions. Coughing, gagging, moaning yeenboys with throbbing pussies crawl out of your bloated butthole, shoved forward by more of their brothers and ejected by the pressure of your gas. They all struggle to escape as far away from you as possible, those who remain in proximity to the squirrel are made to breathe his scent, even one part per million mixed with yours enough to make them violently cum, grow, and mature. Each yeen birthed is born into the world with full sanity and awareness, self-aware enough to know that their thoughts are turning to sludge and they are developing addictions to pleasure, corruptive needs to fuck, breed, cum, produce and pour. Those yeens unfortunate enough to look into your insane eyes find themselves clutching their throats with growing handpaws, falling to their needs and vomiting corruptive goo with incredible force, masturbating their mutating bodies as they become like you and can't stop wanting to become worse. But, these are just your personal offspring. The scent you spread, tainted by squirrel, inflicts far worse sins upon people nearby. A single sniff is enough to force folks to squat and start cumming uncontrollably, buttholes bloating with gnoll gushing gas, farting away their identities and cumming away their sanity. Those that get a full breath find their bellies bloating fat, round, full and fluffy, new wombs filling with egg-producing ovaries and cunts pouring with pussyjuice, followed soon by identical clones to them. Clones that, with each generation, copy and steal some semblance of the innocence of their former parents, struggling to flee even as their bodies expand and produce more than they could possibly imagine. In a bedroom some distance away, a skunk girl is spooning with her otter boyfriend. Squirrel-yeen infectious scent blows through her window, and her new gnoll cock is balls deep into her boyfriend's butt before she can fully awaken, churning balls flooding him with cum that she can't stop producing. Her scent glands double, redouble, triple in size and she starts spraying, skunkyeen muzzles nuzzling from her expanding puss below her balls. The otterboy awakens and opens his muzzle to say something but ends up clutching his throat as his belly expands with sudden weight, his chest bloats with lusciously huge breasts, and otteryeen clones start to force their way up his gullet. Turning his head, the two share a desperate look, but just the sight of him makes the skunkette begin to belch powerfully into his face, some desperate need within her compelling her to corrupt him further. Her huge gnoll paws grab at his own ejaculating cock and start to pump it, forcing him to cum harder and harder to hinder his escape attempts. As he throatbirths clone after clone, the second any of their daughters and sons see the insanity in their parents eyes, their squirrelyeen scents erupt explosively from their growing bodies and they try to flee to escape, unwittingly spreading the infection further and further.