Balros
Bun. Bun!
I crave. I desire.

LlunaBlue
Hun hun~~!
feels my nose twich and my brain empty...

Balros
Watching you... mellow out like this, was always a treat. The way you slumped further in your chair and visibly relaxed, while visible displays of your growing arousal showed up on your various webcams - nipples hardening, crotch soaking, cheeks flushing, eyes lidding. Balros is sprawled on his front on your bed behind you, cheeks in his paws, kicking his legs and lasing his tail as fuckbunny brain fills out your head. Donations and subscriptions begin to pour in from your audience. This especially spikes when the webcams under your desk show your sneakers starting to bulge and distort with the swelling outlines of your growing toes and feet.

LlunaBlue
She can barely even figure out what the numbers mean anymore, but they're nonetheless pleasing to her anyway, like watching a slot machine would be, with the flashing lights and messages about how awesome she's doing. The "jingle" of a new subscriber sounds off constantly... she doesn't remember setting to be one of her lusty, orgasmic moans, nor even when she had even made that moan for that matter, but it's another reminder of how much of a downright slut she is now, and how happy it makes her.

Balros
There are so, so many cameras on you, and all around you, like your entire life is a sex show. Streamers can even see close-ups of your eyes as you pupils slowly dilate, the joy and pleasure on your face more pure and innocent even as your body becomes increasingly indecent.  Sliding off the bed and approaching your customized gaming chair, the squirrelboy presses up behind you and folds his arms around your front, burying his face into the nape of your neck, hefting one of your heavy breasts, sliding one paw across the sweat-glossed blue fur of your exposed midriff. A thick blue bush of pubic muff fur peeks out of your pants and panties. The threads of your shoes start to slowly pop and burst, and it feels so good.

"Your top donors want to see something special, bun." He whispers, priming you and your body for even more intense sluttiness. "Get pregnant, get really pregnant. Get on the bed and give birth to a herm clone who's even sluttier than you."

LlunaBlue
_She dutifully stands up and turns, giving her audience a shot of her swaying hips as she saunters over to the bed... hips that begin to prepare for her task, widening even more obscenely than they already were and tearing the seams of her shorts. With a simple mouse click from you, the stream switches to her bed setup, showing the copious angles from which everything will be captured. She lies back and immediately begins cooing and squeaking with delight, her belly immediately beginning to rumble and churn. One massive paw rubs her needy crotch and she sandwiches it between her thighs the moment they surge thicker and burst her shorts entirely.

Balros
Balros scoots back when you stand, your chair wheeling back from the motion of your rise. The shorts you're wearing immediately start to stretch as your hips promptly widen, thighs thickening, your body shape filling out in preparation for rapid, rampant motherhood. Your trim tum bumps forward into a firm muffintop swell of bunny belly, and your ass engorges into twin, perfect globes of glutes and glute-fat. Even your breasts bloom bigger by two cup sizes, all this weight carried effortlessly by your underlying gymbunny body. He sets up your stream and scurries over to your bedside as you lay back, and your belly visibly -thrusts- up into the air, six months pregnants in the sixty seconds that's passed.

Diving between your thighs, Balros nuzzles under your kneading paw and starts to lick and lap at your exposed sex, burying his muzzle in the musky bush of your fur to vigorously eat you out. His hands press and roam across the swell of your belly as it rises and your single clone fills out into a pleasing, hypersexualized shape, even starting to hump at the sensitive inner walls of your womb. The squirrel curls his arms underneath your thick and powerful thighs, hefting your legs juuust enough so your huge paws lift into the air - on full display as your shoes, and socks, finally burst off your sweaty, oversized toes.