Balros & Echoen
Squirrel peppers kisses along a hormonally overcharged, mentally overloaded bunnyherm. Loving, loving how blushy you're getting as he wiggles his butt above your big, throbbing bulge!
"You're my girlfriend, right, Judy? You love me so much that you grew a big sheath'n'balls just for me. I'm sure you're embrarassed since this is your first time and all, and there's so much gossip already!"

LlunaBlue
Shakes her head as she continues to shudder, her ever-expanding new sheath curling slightly upwards and all up between your floofy butt.
"N-no, I'm not Jud-oooOOHH!"
One of her eyes twitches as the both of them start to mitosis out a copy above them, pushing her forehead upwards too. With a more Judy-accepting brain making use of the extra space within her skull by coming into existence, she finds herself dumbly nodding along like her new impulses are telling her to. 

Balros & Echoen
Gods, his fur is so silky soft, his big round boy buttcheeks so incredibly breedable and bouncy; every sentence he speaks sending a new surge of growth pumping through your endowments, fattening those bunny nuts of yours and coaxing spurts of pre and seed to spill from your stiffening shaft. He's snuggling so, so, so close - like, boyfriend close - and kisses along the side of your head and eyes as your skull expands to fit your enlarging eyes, and the new eyes that push out just above. "Of course you're Judy, Judy." He says, rubbing noses with you, licking your lips until your bunny buck teeth have fully formed. "I know you're in heat, too, and when you cum from that newdick* of yours," He says, giving a clench with his rumpcheeks to squeeze your sensitive shaft. "You also cum from that hot breeder's puss, too. Hotboxing your uniform and the whole neighborhood with your fuckbunny girlscent~" He lowers his muzzle, then, to push his nose between the gray-furred globes of your breasts that push up from your top.*

LlunaBlue
She shivers as the truths permeate through her very body and soul. She thiccens, she sluttifies and she fuckbunnifies, gripping your arms with three paws each after more of her own emerges for the express purpose of caressing you more. Her bunnycunt gushes femcum that vapourises upon contact with the air, immediately filling up the room and converting half of all particles in close proximity into more of it. The air heats up as it becomes more and more dense with corruptive bunny musk, before the windows blow out just from the pure pressure and flood the cul-de-sac with it.

Balros & Echoen
Pressed so close to you, then clutched and hugged and humped against in intense proximity, you could feel his own huge squirrelsheath and shaft throbbing and growing against you. Hfff, feeling you -grow-, mutate, change, slutfuckbunnify out - it was all the indulgence a squirrel could date for. He relaxes some, gripped and groped in your triple-pawed arms, working his hips back and forth - as your girlsex sprays and fumigates the air, your hermsex sinks deep into decadent boyfriendsquirrel butt. THe synchronized nerves between your dual gendered endowments light your brains afire; the feverish scents you pump out also affect your own nose. As he and you kiss and make out, touching noses, your nose and muzzle are splitting slowly, pushing apart into more moaning mouths and sniffing bunnysnoots; your head steadily trisecting and splitting, peeling open and shoving out into three heads.