Balros exhales lushly, lustfully as they look upon your growing figure outlined under covers Sigil palms gently at the massive bulge dominating her covers in its progressive swell, arcing from between massive thighs as it outpaces their thickness and throws her knees apart, emerging from the blanket to hang off the edge, enormously thick foreskin drizzling onto the floor as it heralds the slow emergence of her pretty, beachball-huge glans. She sighs, elbows propped up around her gurgling, swollen midsection, getting cozy and restful even as her body grows out of control and progressively steams up the air in our room. She blows kisses, slowly rutting the flesh between her legs as she taxes her mattress. Balros Balros licks his lips, flicks his tail, and sashay-swishes his wide hips as he saunters closer, closer, to that rising bulge of hyper-herm squirrel girl being bumped by oversized paws. Ah! Those thighs! Sheets barely able to cling to them, and connected to an ass larger than the pillows. Padding up to the side of the bed he pleasantly presses his palms to the plumping penis-head, helping it rise and feeling it pulse larger, stiffer from his touch. Those pulses of growth continuing up from her cock to the rest of her body the longer he makes contact. The growth becoming more aggressive as he crawls nakedly up onto the bed with her, atop her, making more bodily contact. Good fucking gods his ass is huge, buttcheeks bigger than even her bloated balls, soon clenching on either side of her cock once he's climbed aboard. The mass of his furred sac and shaft smothering her bloated belly and burgeoning breasts, musky contact helping grow them all even larger. Wisps of musky fumes leak from his sheath, pubic fur, pits and past his pretty lips, blowing a heart-shaped smog cloud of breathmusk towards her face as he starts to sink down onto her dick properly and fill his depthless tunnel. Sigil grips you with huge paws, velvet fingertips and pads gripping your wide thighs as she secures her vectoring as Balros climbs upon her. Soft sighs and squirms abound, her wide straddle of a cock only pressing so far down as the hidden mass of what must be a churning mess of orbs kicks up a flood of sweaty musk somewhere below, keeping her tumescence pressing ever upwards as you secure your spot upon your luxurious Sigil-squirrel bedding. She gazes sleepily into you as the body motions come naturally. Each heartbeat throb expands her carnality further inches, spearing her way into that cushy, bountiful ass until the thick rim of her foreskin makes out with your undertail, pushing and suckling at that gripping connection as it gladly tongues forth the contents of its charge, easing what seems an acreage of squirrelcock to bury itself into your guts as she pulls you tackle-first into the cushion of her now omnipresent gut. A steady diet of squirrel and bat love has left her so soft and heavy as a baseline, let alone when she's actively growing, eased into a middle-heavy hyperherm by days in your company. She kisses you on the cheek but once, then dives in to make out with your underarm, tonguing and grinding her face into your steamy musk as it adds to the lovely hotboxing of our room. How her four, six, eight nut-packed sac -CHURNS- as her exposure to you skyrockets her growth to explosive pace, and soon there is -so- much under you, inside you, pump-gushing her love back inside in a feedback loop of love and adoration, all under the pretense of slowly rocking herself to sleep in your company. <3 Balros The big boysquirrel throws his head back and squeals as those massive handpaws gripgrab at him, his thighs thickening in an explosive surge to become each as large as her torso; and his footpaws bigger than that, spreading out behind and beside her ultrawide thighs and nearly draping off the bedframe. Plunging, plugging, pushing cock cramming up his crevasse in shared squirrel intimacy, clenching greedily around her full girth as it just keeps growing. Briefly does his belly bulge out, that slight indication of acceptance meaning he still has so much room for more. His own shaft, thicker around than most oak trees and stiffening longer than they both are tall, sinks into bellyswell and breastfur in a way that makes his eyes flutter. Big. Round. Belly, and he starts bucking his hips forth and back, humping to the swell of softness and fur he's fucking addicted to. So drunk is he on passion and lost in the pleasure of squirrel sex that his body is on autopilot; when snout and whiskers tickle his sweat-dripping armpit hairs, his other arm automatically swings around to engulf the back of her head and completely bury her face into his perspiring tufts. Such indecent exposure to pure corruptive scent of course causes multiple more pairs of balls to erupt into her sac, hypervirilizing anyone who gets this hard of a whiff. His turgid pink length of cock throbstiffens even harder between her tits and pushes up past the top of her cleavage, rising past her neck and through the crook of his arm; blasting and battering the ceiling with creamy ejaculate. Gods, how his ass sucks the cum from her cock too, especially as his bouncing hips creates a suction paired with noisy 'thup-thup-thup' rythms. Sigil _ruts with shameless fury, trapped in the motions of a pure desire to breed as long as she is held under your pits, face staining deep with the greasy musk of sweat and squirrel, supercharging her already singularily needy body. She pounds the wombspace into you one thrusting fuck at a time, the pressures of her shaft meeting the insistant suction of your industrial-duty hip pistoning to the point her sweaty body meets your expansive cheeks in loud, wet glapping as our combined musks intertwine and elevaate the explosive growth of squirrelcorruption for miles around. It practically firehoses through you, from her overcrowded sac to your insides and up and out the throbbing spire caving in the ceiling above us, showering us both with our combined seed as she mates with you feverishly. Tongue stained black, eyes feral in need, she drags her tongue deep into the hairs of your pits as she seems determined to fuck the seed-bloated belly into her partner one five-gallon cockgush at a time. Sigil's heartbeat courses through you, piloting throbbing flesh that would split any lesser creature asunder. every throb for you, every gush and muffled moan dedicated to having found you again, until hours of mating have rendered us somehow sated, and home completely saturated with our corruptive sleaze. :pink_heart: :pink_heart: :pink_heart:_