Inspired by https://www.furaffinity.net/gallery/echoen/folder/605107/The-Jade-Ankh-of-Yang-Shi-Motep-Pregnancy-Loss-of-Control

RabidBadger
Even with all the rampant growth the part of this that immediately hits my buttons like it's trying to break the panels and get at the boards underneath is still 'forget how to speak'.

Balros & Echoen
The squirrel grins broadly, and holds in his paws, another Jade Ankh. One, just for you. "Good badger. Good bunny. Now, come put this plot device on."

RabidBadger
The badger shivers a little and blinks rapidly, like somehow doing that will clear up the little haze of off-color glinting in the pupils. It doesn't. "Oh uh.. that.. s-sure. It looks nice? Kind of heavy, maybe. Is that like.. actual jade? Because-" A sharper rush and jolt of the nerves interrupts things once the badger has gotten the cord around his single horn and let the weight of the pendant settle around his neck.

Balros & Echoen
The jade ankh glows warm as it settles upon your chest, light in weight but heavy in promise. "Ssssshh." The squirrel says as he slips the cord around your horn and across your thick neck. "Murd..." He says, his command building in anticipation. The ankh glows a brighter green, weighs heavier on your heart. "Word's aren't how you communicate. Not anymore. Only speak in body language." He leans in closer, whispering into your ear. "Only think in emotions. Show me how you feel with how horny you are." He practically drapes himself across your front, his warm squirrel softness shamelessly supported by your shape.

RabidBadger
"Wait, wh-" Stopping mid-word, the badger blinks slowly and reaches up for his throat as his brain starts reaching for things that aren't in there anymore. There's more than one try at it, but- "Hwub.. b-bwef?" They go nowhere. Not the first time, not the third - but there's an awful lot more blushing with every failed attempt. Especially when all that squirrel weight starts leaning in. Two broad hands curling around to press you harder into all that pillowy flab, and an awful lot of squirming as things get tight and start to smell awful aroused beneath that belly.

Balros & Echoen
When the discordant syllables begin to spill past your lips instead of the intelligible sweetness he knows you for, he hovers his muzzle close to yours, breathing in your breath, your scent, your attempts to communicate. He's not a small floof but you're far larger, at least in girth; he's so comfortable and snugglesquishy as your thickflab arms and paws fold over him to pull-press him to that dome of your belly. "You smell good. Get pregnant, Murd. And fatter and hornier for it." He slips his arms under your armpits to snuggle you in return, giving himself leverage and purchase to grind his bulging lap against the swell of your belly as it shudders with sudden fullness and gravidity. The ankh heats up between him and you, ignoring the paltry limits of gender and body equipment to flush you full of all the hormones, sensations and emotions of being potently knocked up. Without words or even syllabic thought to draw upon, all that's left is looking into his eyes and reading his imploring, encouraging facial expression. "Hornier, Murd. Make your cock grow and nuts refill the more flustered you feel."

RabidBadger
The sensation is a weird one, having quite literally no words for it the badger has to make do with a confused but needy squeak and a grunt to follow it. Old nervousness withers with nothing to fuel the overthinking and you feel the badger lean into that embrace, grazing noses and looking ready to press in for a kiss before those unchained ideas force their way in. Old habits flare up- "Mmllrf.. fwweh?" The badger's eyes go wide as that belly tightens, not a loose hanging apron of flesh but a tighter ball of it with some generous padding on all sides. Ample padding to start with more of it moments later. Your lap finds itself grinding against what feels like a thick pillow at first, only for a damp and throbbing shaft to start poking out from underneath despite having so much more belly to have to work past.

Balros & Echoen 
Your squeaks clearly excite him, each attempt to vocalize met with a lustful throb from his lap and a thrust from his hips - or a giggle and fleeing brush of whiskers, muzzle or even lips. Sharing scents, letting you wordlessly explore his large, expressive eyes, while he takes everything that you are into his own gaze. Even the subtle change in your eyes and expression as new girth, heft, weight, and the flood of debilitatingly erotic hormones pour through your whole body and squirrel-held mind. "Ohh, yes, you're gorgeous Murd. Feel gorgeous, feel pretty. Let me sit on your penis as you get more pregnant." He splays his thighs, brushing your rising shaft and popped pregnant navel with his balls as he slides down to straddle your shaft between his thick, floofy thighs. Perching his rump right atop your fattening shaft, so that he's increasingly snuggled between your boner and the profound bulge of your fat-ensconced breedbelly. His own erection throbs into the plush padding of your pregfat belly - throbbing hot and achingly stiff as your soft plumpness and plump fullness pushes, pushes, pushes back against him. His paws clutch at your flanks but with your size he's starting to have trouble reaching anymore. "Don't tip over now, Murd. No matter how heavy you get up front, you won't fall. And grow another set of arms to hold my ankles, too."

RabidBadger
There's an even louder squeak when all that weight catches up with the badger and you find yourself pulled along with him as he SHOULD have fallen over. Tumbling back, but finding a wall back there to land against - letting out a yelp and a loud grunt before impacting with a fleshy, wobbling slap. The badger's chin - chins - get lost between a set of rapidly swelling tits as all those hormones go to work - but somewhere behind them you see the ragged need pouring out. And there's little wonder why. "Fmmleh.. hhhwaaahh..!" All he can do is clutch at his belly with increasingly thick, fat-swaddled arms and try to pull his massively gravid belly back enough to let you even get at the spurting, jerking cock underneath. ..But those extra arms, those help. A nice firm grip on the ankles and tugging your waist firm and snug into that huge preg-pillow.