Balros
buries face in squirrelpussy Hngf. Sigil...

Sigil
's cushy, massive, pubis-billowing cooze unravels and opens, wet, steamy, luxuriously soft and inviting as you just -slip- in to those gentle, velvety folds. She brings her paws down to pet between your ears and throws her knees open invitingly, biting her plush bottom lip. "Darling.."

Balros
He closes his eyes and exhales long, and slow, and exhaustedly. Slumping his shoulders, to soon just slide forward, up, into those feminine depths of his beloved hyper-hermpaphrodite squirrelmate. Pushing beneath your balls, which bloat larger as his back and tail brush under them. His tail sluggishly stroking your sheath and rising shaft, which is bumped by your belly as it bloats with his mass. He goes in all the way.

Sigil
trills sweetly as you slide in, tunnel pulsing and inviting around you, her feet kneading the ground as she savors the feel of you sliding in, making yourself at home, her internal muscles massaging and pulling you in, curling you around when you slip into her stretchable wombspace and fill her belly taut and round. "That's it. Come to Momma." She croons hapily, petting around her bulging, stretched tummy and you well within as the rest of you disappears. You can feel her thighs compressing around you, easing you into place, the sound of her heartbeat and breathing lulling you into restive state as gravity releases its tiring hold on you, and you immerse in restive fluids, connection to the enormous squirrel keeping you fed and well as all clothing dissolves away. "All the rest you need." She says, muffledly from beyond your home, swaying inside as you can feel her heartbeat race, the distant thud-throb of what is probably an intense, sudden erection in Sigil. Beyond your concern, you share in the onrush of endorphins running through your umbilical nonetheless as she savors you in her. ❤️ .

Balros
Everywhere within you his plush-furred body passes by, new mass blossoms. Sometimes life, when he curls against your ovaries. Sometimes multiple wombs, just by being within you. Intense pleasure irradiates your entire endocrine system, as pussy after pussy after pussy pops open behind your balls. Several of them even erupt with their own esophagi, paired with muzzles and lips and bucked teeth and broad tongue, belching up furred bundles of your brood. Deep in your motherly depths you can feel the ache of his long workdays being replaced with the ache of affection and desire.
He relaxes there, unknowing and uncaring of the passage of time, only able to tell it by the progress of your corruptions. There is no 'safely', but the squirrelboy is satisfied to provide his makeshift momlover with the unbridled pressure of his powers. Squirrels eyes, not all of them sentient, rudely erupt on the faces of your otherselves swelling against him and all around him in your womb, squirrelsisters that are all his Sigil swarming him in your embrace. Sharing of emotions and hormones goes two ways; as siblings make love and mutate within your body, lovely mutations keep recirculating back into your own body.
Thick fumes of musky gas billow from your multiple sets of armpits and thick bushes of pubic fur, both around vaginas and enshrouding sheaths. Sigil-sisterification befalls everyone who inhales it, their bellies bloomphing forward with their own Balros-sons within them; bellies that often -thump- from the thwacking of new huge mommycocks. Your horns become phallic and fleshy, but just as hard from sheer arousal; lancing white darts of cum like corruptive lasers. To be splattered by even a droplet of hornsperm is to begin the squirrelification process, Sigilizing the body part struck into a squirrelhead, soon spreading more. The corruptive squirrelplagues rapidly provide you a nation-wide 'home' of comfort for the family that is us.
The family he gets to come home to after a workful day

Sigil
covets, paws, fondles, loves, lusts, copulates with you from within and without, all her sisterselves and brotherselves making out as you elaborate your surroundings and make more crowd of Us. With tongues down your throat, paws upon your body, trading qualities between you and her as the lines between Balros and Sigil blur as easily in the 'originals' as they do in our soon innumerable progeny. All of us loving all of us, presenting relaxation in our rampant mutation. Her horns athrob, we linger this way into the night, bodies pressing, surrounding in squirrelfur, jsut so happy to be Together to relax and linger together.
Family forever <3