Balros Balros rubs your tail, your rump, your hips Demonskunk Wiggles and blushes Balros *Squirrel smiles broad, leans in to smooch right on the muzz. When the kiss breaks, he leaves you with buck teeth. "Haven't seen a proper demonsquirrel." Demonskunk Mrmfs and blushes even more deeply as you smooch, huffing softly. O-ooh? Balros He presses in, his plush floof and rich, deep squirrelmusk filling your senses. Gods, his handpaws are huge, one big set of thick digits enough to cover your chest and knead your pectorals. The other cupping across your gorgeously rotund asscheek, giving a squeeze. The base of your tail kriks and lifts a lil' higher, the end curling squirrelishly. "Mm-mm, something that needs rectifyin'." He chitterchrrs, standing too close, one paw steppin' on your toes, toes that thicken and swell into bigger squirrelpaws. He's changing you. Demonskunk He huffs and groans into you, mmnhfing warmly as you Smother him in those huge handpaws and all that musky for r-rrhf, gonna make me have to paw before bed! Balros You feel a third handpaw of his, caress across your belly. A belly that swells, bloats, rotund with more squirrelmass. "Good. I'll help." He chrrs deeper, pulling you against him, his fourth hand cupping and stroking your sheath, sac. Balls that gurgle and creak with heavy squirrel cum. The four-armed squirrelfloof has you in his clutches, wrapping his degenerately massive tail 'round and 'round your hips, waist and torso. There's a soft, fuzzy buzzing sensation where his feet are standing on yours - he wiggles his toes, and yours wiggle too. You look down and see that your feet have merged to his feet.; he's beginning to absorb you. "Squirrels sleep better after they paw off." He encourages, pressing his huge sheath to your rumphole, pulling in closer. Your thick legs becoming his thicker legs. Demonskunk *He huffs weakly at the feeling of those massive, fluffy paws touching and rubbing him, biting his lips as he feels his footpaws swell up under your own, his tail getting somehow fluffier than the mass of fluff it already was. He mmhns and leans into you helplessly, a prisoner of your musk as he feels that strange buzzing sensation, followed by a deep warmth starting to fill his body from his toes up tohis hips. Balros It takes minutes - minutes of petting, minutes of fluffing, minutes of slow sensual fusing for your lower body to become his, your immense mass of skunktail transformed into a second plume of squirreltail emerged from his backside. The slow gyrations of his hips to your hips, of shared waistlines, sliding so well into the stroking and pumping of your cock. His huge, musky nuts snuggling up behind your balls in a shared sac of squirrelfloof; you breathe his scent and inhale his musk, his stink starting to reek from your pits and glands. He clenches his fat rumpcheeks as your tailhole squeakpops out underneath his own tailhole, briefly doubling how horny you feel and letting slip a spurt of his cum past your lips. He's not just stroking your cock, he's stroking your body as his cock as well. Demonskunk The skunk groans heavily as he feels your nuts merge into the back of his own, mmnfing and biting his lip at that surge of pleasure as he feels their hips become one, panting as your thick musky stink rolls out of his body, inescapably wrapping him in that scen. His thick length pushes free from his fat sheath, already leaking as each breath pulls in more of that musk, trapping him deeper under your influence. Balros Your skunk essence is being pumped out of your large cock, every gush of pre or spurt of cum filled with more and more of squirrel jiz, yours -and- his. With his four arms, and your two arms, there's always a pair of oversized squirrelpaws to grip and stroke and pump your prick, pleasure your body, admire your increasing squirrelishness. With his cum taste in your muzzle, he briefly turns your squirrelmuzzle back to him to kiss again, nudging bucked teeth and spreading his sticky flavor all over your maw. Fumes of squirrelstink reek from your dense fur and he briefly breaks the kiss to bury your head into his densely furred armpit, forcing you to breathe it as he squeezes your cock and makes you cum out the remaining skunkish seed. You jut from his waist and sheath like his cock, though you still have a large and soft rotund belly - a belly that expands slightly larger, before twin plumes of squirrelgas billow from his/your twin buttholes. Fogging the room and fumigating your senses even further. How, -how- is he getting even muskier?! His twin squirreltails flit about, many meters long and dense with stench-drenched floof. Demonskunk He gasps into your lips as you turn him around to lock lips with him again, huffing and moaning into your plump lips before you pull away, the skunksquirrel gulping at the thick seed licking at the back o his throat. He yips as his face is stuffed into your sweaty armpit, moaning weakly as his face is buried in that thick, humid jungle, the skunk essence gushing out of his throbbing cock as you subject him to that intense musk point blank, especially as we flood the room with even more thick squirrelstink! Balros While your face was buried in his pits, of which he has four, you can see and feel the bushy jungle of musky fluff get thicker, denser, even more silky hair. Even your pits tickle as the squirrelfur there gets bushier. Thick clouds of his pheremones make the air heavy and almost hard to breathe in - harder still when light plumes of muskfog billow up your throat and spill past your lips, your large belly becoming a gas factory for even more of his stench. Time and time again he will subject you to lips-to-lips kisses, saturating your brain with nothing but his smell and breaking the kiss to let you ejaculate hard and belch harder, and cough when you try to inhale the fumes billowing from his butts. Using his/your large legs and heavy footpaws, he walks you from this room to the bedroom, giving you a new place to drench with smells. The room itself is a blend of mostly his room with a bit of yours, your dressers and clothes becoming his whenever you ejaculate or fumigate upon them. Clutching your throat in one huge squirrelpaw, he stands in front of a full-body mirror and admires himself with you as his cock, his cock with a big furry bloated belly. His lower arms just won't stop stroking your ever-ejaculating cock and you can feel powerful orgasms trying to travel up your gullet and blast past your lips. Demonskunk *Every time a hot belch of your own stink billows out of his throat, he blows another load, completely helpless as his belly bloats with your hot funk, fuming visibly out of all of our combined holes, moaning out between belches when he isn't puking up gallons of hot spunk. His eyes are permanently lidded, his mind fogged with hot squirrelstink as you stomp into his room and start warping reality with that thick, dense squirrelfog, erasing any and all proof of him ever not being you, That he was ever not your massive, throbbing stinkfaucet!* Balros Sprawling back on the bed - a huge bed, a bed that still creaks beneath the bulk of his body and your weight - your mind goes even more foggy as his doublefarts ratch up in intensity, your big gut feeling hot and tight from rampant overproduction of musk and gas. Your squirreljaw hangs open, forced open for most of the time, stretched either from the force of how much hot cum that bulges up your throat, or broadened by raunchy plumes of powerful gas that billowbelch past your cheeks. He administers so much self-love upon his you-squirrelcock, the strain of how forcefully you cum or burp or spray pheremones from your armpits almost relaxing in a release kind of way. Rolling over to push his huge ass into the air and briefly quashing your body and belly beneath his massive floofy bulk, he uses your cock-like muscles to make you prehensile and start to bend around to one side, pushing your face up against his ass. Both his butthole and yours are huge, glossy and gushing with gas, shinier after you firmly cumvomit onto them. Like sticking your head into a wind tunnel, he makes you shove your face against those gushing holes, and start to lick and taste the strongest squirrelstink you've ever tasted, right where his twin tailholes touch each other. All thoughts and memories of being skunk, of being anyone other than a pheremone-laden squirrelboy's dick, are melted away under the onslaught.