Balros Squirrel sinks his fingers into his squirrelgrrlfriend's plush gut Sigil has so much more belly to fondle around, all plush and wide and round in allt he right places. Doughy and welcoming around your hands as she pulls you in tight against her softness. Chitter n.n Balros He moans, shuddering lushly, just from the sheer tactile pleasure of pressing palms and fingers into her plushly-furred belly. Slowly palming and pushing across the gravid girth of squirrel girl, standing close enough to press his enormous sheathbulge against her own lap - so she can feel him tent and bulge and strain and grow a bit from sheer arousal. But being pulled into that huge-pawed hug that smothers squirrel in squirrelbreasts, the buckles of his bulge bend; pressing tightness against her softness. All this physical contact with him, pours and pumps corruption into her. Those breasts, already enormous, begin to expand and fill larger, filler. That dome of belly bulges forward in soft waves of growth as he gives her more mass. When his thong finally bursts off and he presses sheath and stiffening shaft against her thighs, her own endowments start surging bigger too, balls becoming even more loaded and hypervirile than his. Sigil packs the space between us, surge by surge, throb by throb. The motherly amount of squirrelsquish surges forward, as does her spilling sheath, greating the doom of yoru clothes with little tugs to pull scraps away and ensure skin to skin, fur to fur contact. Her chin rests somewhere between swelling breasts, soon sporting practically head-sized nipples that split and lick around themselves hungrily at your advance. Your throbbing need cozies up so comfortably there, between her thighs, nesting somewhere up under canteloupe-heavy balls, to tease and touch the flowering apex of her swollen, fertile sex beyond. All that soft tummyspace gurgling inside, as guts are further crowded by womb after womb. "Hello, dear." She sighs breathily, huge handpaws kneading into your back and shoulder as her thighs squeeze around your throb. "Welcome home." Balros Unabashed, unashamed, but still blushing from his own intense affection for her - gods, her growth feels /so/ good! Arousal twinned with validation from her response, stiffening squirrelshafts jousting together in growth spurts. The squeaks and chitternoises he makes express his heightening excitement, and the sound of ripping clothes is followed by the feel of growing squirrelboy as he bwoomphs out thicker, heavier, even more heavily endowed. One of those huge lipples presses against his tum and gives him a raspberry, making him giggle. Rolling his hips forward he slide-thrusts beween thick thighs and against devastatingly heavy balls, slipping into her cooze and stretching full her pliant depths. Precum paints her walls by the gallon and slosh through wombs like waterfalls, much of it soaking into her flesh and helping add even more mass to her matronly body. Hugging around her waist and huge hips, holding as much of himself against her growing gut as he can, unrepentent about how close he is to just fucking cumming home. Laying his head on top of one of her breasts, he looks into her eye and boxy muzzle. "Thank you.... it's not home until I cum home to you." Sigil 's inviting depths enclose and tease you as you slide so freely into her embrace. Soft cooing erupts in triplicate from her mouth and lipples also, eyes heavily lidded, pecking lipplekisses where she can, blown lip smacks from her mouth, as her fourth set greedily devours you inch after inch, yawning wide to swallow your hypervirile length whole, and swallow-suck each gush of body-swelling prespunk it can as she fills out more and more gratuitously, fattening up and swelling into true plushness as we embrace. Hufe feet splay on the floor, bracing the way she holds onto you, gripping and encouraging your eager rutting, pulling you into her, her own shaft trapped helplessly between, swelling in spurts and starts while she cups the densely packed orbs threatening to feed the gushing priming her depths for an impending legion of litter seeding ❤️ "Nnnh, and don't you forget it.. You belong right here, sating all the days built up need in me . . . " Balros She's deep, and warm, and deeper still... he can thrust, and unsheath, and grow further into her and never truly bottom out. Sometimes growing past a cervix and into a womb to push out into another cervix and stuff into another womb, so much fertile chaos inside his lover's snatch. Shuddering and giving a lush groan, he feels her pussylips swell into proper squirrel lips and maw, now sucking and gulping on his cock to swallow it deeper. Each time she grows bigger, he bucks and belts a fat load of urgent pre into her; he wants to cum so much, so bad, his balls knocking his knees and dropping lower still. They don't brush the floor, instead pressing down atop her massive footpaws. Touching his nuts makes those paws shove out even larger, with an extra toe or three as they become so broad. Plunging one of his arms between her belly and breasts, and his own body, his palm and thickbig fingers caress across the girth of her own throbbing girlcock. Helpfully he arcs it under the curve of her own swollen stomach to push into one of her breasts, the sound of self-sucking soon audible as her tit sucks off her dick. Then his face screws into a funny expression, eyes lidding as her pussymaw seals yards of her throat around his cock all at once; and coaxes forth his cum. Sigil grinds herself onto your shaft. Comfortably, imperiously, as though she belonged there, as though it and everything it had to give was hers to take. Eyes lidded in pleasure and fulfillment as your cum-guttering length unreels so deeply into her laberynthine wombspace and fills her with the only thing she needs. She unfolds into her full monstrosity, huge feetpaws cradling and coaxing, helping you empty, her pussylips suckle-slurping around your root. Four, six, huge-pawwed hands to stroke and fondle across your body as she welcomes you home and gladly corrupts herself on her boyfriends spunk freely. Belly bulging and huge, her own fat shaft twitch-throbbing its way into a tri-lobed shaft that splits itself at the growing medial ring to drizzle across us. Her hungry midsection gurgles rounder and fuller with gallon after gallon, the musk flowing through her increasingly oily fur as she sighs in delight. "Nnnnh, oh, darling. It's been too long. Never enough of you. never enough of us." She gasps, bearing her weight forward to lunge and plunge herself on your climaxing shaft, riding out every last drop she can coax from you. Balros EVERYWHERE that he is against you, erupts in growth. Like radiation erupting from a popped reactor, Balros detonates in potency. Corruption, growth, and an inner pressure are unleashed to great havoc across the bedroom. His hips arch forward and lift the -entirety- of Sigil up upon his shaft as it all straightens in a single surge of size and stiffness. Five feet thick expands to fifteen in a heartbeat. Where belly, breast, balls and body parts had been in physical contact with his fur grows in vast scale several orders of magnitude more than they were before. A fecund feral squirrel pregnancy that would befit a forty-foot squirreltaur launches from her midsection. How much was cum and how much was her own instantaneously forming clonespawn would be a matter of finding out. The plump lipples on her huge breasts bulge forward to have squirrelish boxy muzzles and whiskered snouts, with far vaster lips with blunt buck teeth. The fact that she now has fourteen of then speaks to the seven pairs of singing, chittering tits she now has adorning her chest and expansive pregnant gut. Her cunt below and behind her fattening butt quickly outpaces each of her asscheeks, then her own testicles, then half the neighborhood. Her massive petals each as plump as a whole plum tree and dilated to let more monstrosities grow into the world. But Balros doesn't just buck his hips once. All that happened with a single thrust, and he adores his squirrel grrlfriend with SUCH fucking determination that one thrust could never be enough. One reality-detonating gift would never be enough. Ramming his huge-wide furry ass back against the floor and leaving dents in the wood and carpet, he jerks back a solid four feet. Though his cock is five hundred times that distance, it's a -meaningful- four feet. All the motion needed to send a MESSAGE. Up, he pounds. Down, he rams. Juttering and chittering, squealing and screaming in frothy fucksquirrel breedlust, he MATES and makes massive his found partner with everything he's got. Gripping with fingertips as firm as black holes, he keeps Sigil's body and bulk as close to him as possible. The more he grabs, the more she is, and when he gets to her shoulders his arms are shoved to the floor by how wide her shoulders suddenly become. Jerking his head forward and his hips back, he kisses with Sigil on the squirrel lips, clattering buck teeth and not letting go of the smooch no matter how many heads push out from hers from the contact. Those few multiplying faces that do manage to tear away from his smooches get to develop full torsos as they travel further and further away from the epicenter of squirrel. Pushing out into new directions, including overtaking sets of arms and forcing those arms to grow into massive squirreltaurs unto themselves - with tails connected to shoulders.