Balros Balros grins broadly and leans in to take a deep sniff from you. "Mmh, I can tell you've been reading it again. Judy." He states, prompting a greasy smear of gray to scrawl across the side of your face. Riz The small deer's cheek goes grey, a big contrast to the black fur surrounding it. Riz's ears flick a little in excitement and his little tail wags rapidly. "O-oh!~ I guess it is obvious."" he said with a flustered smile, rubbing the new fur on his cheek Balros & Echoen There's a light lilt in you voice, a slight lisp introducing itself as your front teeth push down a little longer. A sensation of warm pressure pushing out from within your body, springing more gray strands of silky bunny fur between the black fur of deer. But more than just fur, facial features and voice... the pressure growing within your chest, around your hips, and something bubbling up within your belly. Belly? "Increasingly obvious." The squirrel says, placing his thickbig handpaw on the protruding gray gut bloating out your middle. "And don't think I don't see the tent you're sporting down there too, bunbun." Riz The deer is squirming a little, shifting his weight from one hoof to the other and back as the pressure from within is building. The sensation is distracting him, he doesn't notice the flecks of grey growing in his fur, or the fact that teeth are in the way, and are pushing out further and further. The deer clears his throat, causing his voice to change a little bit more, more feminine and slightly higher pitched. Riz does notice the belly, putting his hands on the rounding grey gut, only for the massive hand paw to cover it, feeling the gentle touch of the squirrel against it. "Oh gosh..." The deer gasps. The deer's sheath was plump with arousal, but now, it swells, the fur around his sheath going grey as a larger bunny cock slides out, with his now grey furred balls swelling, dropping lower with heft and churning with dense seed. Balros & Echoen Even the weight on your hooves feels different, sensation flowing into the keratin as the tips push out into toes. Growing, spreading, until your weight is born upon broad, thick bunny footpaws. There's two taps against the small of your back as your ears lengthen and fall behind your head like a hairstyle unto themselves. All the better to hear the gurgles, creaks, and churning production of gas and more from within your expanding midriff. As your paws and the squirrel's paws jointly caress across the gravid dome of bunny belly, a hot burst of pressure escapes out your ass. Rather than abating, a second gysering gush of gas begins to gush from a second vent just below it, twin tailholes needfully expelling. The purple fumes begin to mist the room and Balros openly drags in a deep breath of it, his own pink pillar of lust pumping forward in full stiffness to throb-frot alongside yours. "Mmmh, now isn't that better?" He asks, pushing a bit closer. Sweat begins to bead from your pores. An itch in your gassy ass forms, needful for something solid to fill it either in or out. And as your gray-furred balls swell full in your sac, errant spurts of ejaculate begin to fling forth unbidden. Riz Riz flexes his new bunny paws, tapping the toes on the floor, feeling the paw pads drag along the floor as they take up more space. He adjusts his stance with his widening hips, looking left and right to see his new paws. That shakes his ears out, the pointed deer ears suddenly flopping out and tapping against his back. He could hear them grow, the flesh expanding. Then his own gurgling belly, the sounds of his entire being changing and growing. The pressure builds up to a peak, and it has to go somewhere, the bunny not focusing too hard on keeping the gas in. He relaxes, his tailhole expanding and letting out purple fumes. "Nnnghh!" he moans, his mind leaking out with the fumes, which only leaks out faster with the second tailhole. Hir former identity gone, Judy, doesn't even notice the antlers fall off and clatter along the ground behind hir, after all, shi never had them in the first place. The relief is delightful, the pressure being abated and filling the room with hir scent. Shi looks up at Balros, seeing the squirrel inhale the purple mist. It gets her all flustered and happy~ "Yes..." Judy groans, looking up at you, hir face showing the final touches and the last bit of black in hir fur disappearing in a sea of grey bunny fur. There's an intense look of lust in hir half lidded eyes, the iris now a full purple instead of their former yellow. "Soo much better Balros..." shi moans, thrusting her wide hips forward to frot with your cock. Her twin tailholes don't fully stop expelling gas, continuing to pressureize the room with hir scent, with hir thick, sweaty musk. And then hir sack, overflowing with pent up need, begins to force cum out of hir bunny dick, making a puddle at both of their paws Balros While a Jackalope Judy would be every bit as cute as the original, the squirrel sweeps over the fallen antlers with his tail to scoop them up as a souvenir. Making eye contact with his beloved bunny muse, seeing Judy in the reflection of her gaze, he seems giddily satisfied at her slobbiness and lack of restraint. Delight spread across his fluffy-cheeked face and beaming off his own buck-tooth smile. He too seems to relax a bit as he feels her thrust and press against him, mashing breasts, her huge boner, and her big belly against his big'n'fluffy body. A billowing mist of purple fumes erupts from beneath his tail, off-color to the scent she's steaming with, but the two mingling into a fumigating cloud of corruptive funk. Peeling one sticky paw off her greasy-furred gut, he places it against the back of her head and pulls her forward. Her face sinks into the fluffy tuft of fur on his chest, loaded with persperation and a deep concentrate of his squirrelscent. Pheromones soak into her sinuses and he holds her close for a long moment, ensuring she breathes no true air but only his true deep musk. As he does, he straddles her cock, pushing his huge balls over her rod as he fits her between his thighs. The pumping hose of her cum spurts meet the blowing fumes of his ass and add a faint ivory tint to the dense fog around them. His own cock pushes into her crotch, beneath her big fat gut, smearing her whole lap and hips with his own spurting sperm from how horny he is. Both squirrel and bun bodies become soaked, slathered, infused, drenched with the smog of slut-scent that stains the room. A few minutes pass before he finally loosens his grip on her head and lets her peel back away from him. Upon the first gulp of tainted air that isn't completely squirrel musk, her lungs seem to revolt - and instead of breathing in, pure purple fumes pour out past her lips. Wisps of pink smog leak from her nose, and the dark purple fumes that blow out both her buttholes occassionally erupts past her lips in an errant belch. He looks into her eyes through the clouds, then leans in for a kiss.