Echoen Oh honey, oh baby, oh DARLING Sigil We were always beautiful together. Echoen Extremely. Especially when we grant ourselves to others, and they become us. Sigil house by house, block by block, the musk rolling out and the Us rolling in to join and play and exult in being ~ Echoen A mousegirl sitting by her kitchen table nibbling on her dinner. A scent wafts through the window, drifting by her nose. She sniffs. Her left eye expands, socket swelling, skull pushing upwards and outwards. Sigil settles into her left hemisphere and expands it, ear twitching upright into squirrel. Hir side of the face stretching outwards into a manic smile. Hir side of the mousegirl's chest THUMPING out onto the table with tits. The right side of the mousegirl looking back at her left with panic and shock, until she sniffs the scent from hir own sheath bursting out of hir pants. Then her right eye expands like the left had, head pushing out further right than that - neck splitting, heads popping into two. Balros hefting his side of our breasts on the mousegirl's expanding body with two right arms. The table is shoved forward from the force of his sheath's growth pushing next to Sigil's left sheath. The chair rumbles, balls cascading to the floor. Our sistermouse, shuffling downstairs in her pajamas, coming to see her sister... spying us in the doorway, looming up to the archway, her belly bloomphing outwards pregnantly as a smear of pre splatters over our growing squirreltits on her chest. Sigil carrying on, in the wind. the hard rewrite and accomidation of new personalities and memories, so there can be so much us. Fear turning to a rush of excitement, like an ever extending tide of growth and exploding out into proper form. the rush of breastflesh, litter after litter, sheath after sheath scattering remnants of clothing to the wind. An onrush of squirrelflesh, rutting down doors and eating away the protective clothing of those managing a little more preperation. Teasing out more of our squirrelselves, a once-mousegirl duality of Balros and Sigil working over a whole hazmat team, flooding an entire respirtory filter system with musky pre until a once-giraffe is savoring the joy of flexing newly born footpaws through their disintigrating boots, bulging and growing and disintigrating their protection from within as they are stewed in their own new squirrel juices to perfection. While who might have been the squirrel sister once busily stuffs their mousy boyfriend up into their already packed wombspace to join their half dozen neighbours, giggling and chittering away madly under a greasy floof of Sigil hair. The city moans and groans in delight, and we savor the sound and feeling of our spread outwards. <3 Balros & Echoen Hfff, you're fun, and gorgeous, and we lovelovelove your huge squirrel feetpaws ❤️ ❤️ Sigil I thought they were your huge squirrel feetpaws? Well, I guess OUR huge squirrel feetpaws. :lipss: :lipss: Balros A squirrel is entitled to the sweat of his thickbig paws'n'toes~ Sigil and each others. Dragging long, footlong tongues through your muskslicked fur, burying our noses into your body and peppering you in kisses, begging and pleading and teasing you to -blossom- out and -play- even while you try to focus on other things. Balros & Echoen Gods damn I want you so fucking hard Sigil I thought you already understood that you already have me hook line and sinker in every way I can give myself to you, whenever your whims carry you my way. The visceral reaction I have to your mere presence is overwhelming. ❤️ Balros & Echoen It's elating to have you, to treat you with the love and lust we have for you. We restrain ourselves in some ways, so there's enough of you to spare for your own existence in-between our bouts of debauchery. We react to you too, you know. With violent outbursts of growth and hypersexuality. Sigil I look forward to cultivating those deep seated needs and desires rooted in us, nurturing it and making sure that connection grows again. ❤️ Getting to spend even a little time sharing presence in the movie world was wonderful, and we will have to strengthen our connection to Neos so I can mingle and tag along in your other adventures when I can ~ Balros & Echoen The way you so immediately and eagerly slumped to the floor to sate your need for squirrelcock, was extremely hot. We could see how aroused you were, how much you ached to become our cock, be bred by it, or feel your own dick pressing up against our huge shaft. Your body has a shape we find exquisitely appealing, your voice has a tenor that is romantically alluring, your mind aflame with corruptive thoughts we feel incredibly comfortable with. Sigil It just comes naturally, free of restraint. I know you want my lips on your cock, and you know I would find it as irresistable as I do the rest of you, and as natural as saying hello to stroke and tease and nuzzle into your nuts the moment we met. It's easy to tag along with the through line of our narrative tendencies. They align and augment and resonate with my desires so well. I want to honey nice words in your ear and spend what time we can together, whether actively teasing or simply spending time together. ❤️ Already since our first meeting I've been aching to further edit my squirrelself as discussed. Balros' shaft is so alluring and I wish to remodel mine to be more along its lines, in honour, and to reconfigure my feet. More unapologetic footpaws to flex and fondle you with. Dual headed option ~ Balros Balros whispers, "Taur, taur, squirreltaur..." Sigil trills. "Yes, yes yes. Yes yess. " She giggles. "It's been a while since my last taur attempt ~ " Balros & Echoen He steps around your side, body lengthening, swelling, growing larger as he walks. Leaving a set of legs behind. Squirreltaur, of unfathomable sexuality. Two forepaws larger than your thighs clamp onto your asscheeks. Each cheek feeling the flex of his toes clamping onto them. Your fur trembles; your flesh quakes; your ass hurts from how intense your butt is growing. Climaxes blast from your dicks uncontrollably; your ability to not cum obliterated. Your pussy spilling, no, dumping clones out from you with outrageous ferocity. The pressurized pleasure is so intense as the squirreltaur makes you transform into a squirreltaur too; that you can barely stand on your four feral legs. Your head doesn't just split - it bursts into five heads, four of them blind and frothing from overwhelmed minds of pleasure. Even your eight mawnipples - six of them along your underside's underboobs - splattering the floor with footlong tongues slavering over your own, huge, toes. Pressing his flank against yours, taur to taur, he wraps your five-foot-long forecock with his tail and fluffstrokes you off - your sheath mutating into a massive squirrel muzzle with huge buck teeth. Finally the bigger squirreltaur lets go of your enormous ass, showing you that you actually have four hind legs and four forelegs now, hips double-legged. Finally, you're ready for him to mount you as a proper taur. This is what you do to me, to make me do to you. Sigil erupts in fluids and a cloud of absolute -steam- roils off her scalding hot new body, alive with transformation and unfettered lust for you, for us. This blossuming is so overwhelming its hard even for her to take it in stride, painting the walls, the ceiling in cum and seed before you have even arrived at her readied and new haunches. Footpads well past the size of manhole covers steel themselves in the remains of our floor, what of her can think to steal a moment of sight look back, midnight black feral orbs that beggingly urge you onwards with looks of pure lust. Leaning forward to test her immense new backweight, squeezing down on her twin taur cannonade while they gush unrepentantly on the floor, busily fingerfucking the maws on her breasts chittering away maddeningly. Nestled between those haunches, below that immense billowing squirreltail, she awaits, thick rubber tire cunts unfolding to meet your advance. "Please." She begs in chorus while her sheathmouth suckles on her own twisting shaft tongues. "We'll never be able to pull back, to stop, to let us recede into simple memory again when you take us." Reach enough, just enough, to expose her tender, needy cunts again, tongue slithering out as her tauric mons seems to pump and double itself in size second by second in anticipation, red and swollen and fogging the air between us. "So please.. -take- us..!" ---- Sigil They just feel so good. Just gotta close my eyes, wiggle and flex my toepaws into the floor and think of musky squirrels and they just keep getting a little bigger every time <3. Got to get my unified squirrel design set in with daily practice doodles of sigil and balros n.n Balros & Echoen Hff. Hnf. Sigil. Squirrel. Dear. Honey. I can't. Hold back. Sigil Hold back? Well, okay... I keep trying to put my clothes back on, even if they don't fit, but they just get so sweaty and greasy and just melt right off if my erections don't split right out of them first. All I Have to do is breathe heavy and feel all my flesh split and harden and and grow, and soon enough there's just more of me and you crawling in through the windows to attend to my newly needy body. It goes back down after relieving -all- that pressure, but never quite all the way to what I was even the day before. I never liked wearing shoes anyways.. Balros & Echoen Erections?! Squirrel, please, we have barely any resistance left in us. Sigil I know, right! All I gotta do is think of us, maybe you on the other side of my shoulders, nibbling on my cheek or whispering encouragements, or using our many arms to tease our straining, pregnant belly as we swell to develop more chittering playthings, and I just -spill- right out of this heavy sheath, thumping onto the floor, one, two, three sprawling, gushing erections at a time. Not even just when I'm alone anymore, either, and the more it happens, the more that resistance wears away, and I don't even feel embarrassed when I'm uncontrollably sprawling out, bigger and better, with friends and family around. All they have to do is get a few whiffs, anyways, and everyones super on board with teasing me out bigger and better. Maybe next time I'll go somewhere busy and let my thoughts wander on purpose.. ❤️ Mmh! Gosh, it works up an appetite though. Time to get a little breakfast if I'm gonna be up so early. Thanks for being such a good listener, honey. It's not so easy to type with these paws, let alone when they're getting this wet and sticky. :lipss: Balros & Echoen Balros has been so pent up, so horny, that he's beginning to sprout Sigil body parts on him out of his control. His head is crammed to one side as your head grows in next to his - only for another to push out on the other side and squish his cheeks together. He whines as he feels every inch of new squirrel cocks pushing out of his sheath, dicks that aren't his but he still feels every twitch and spurt of their fervent ejcaulation. His balls are so -fucking- full and hot and heavy, but it's your extra testicles whumping into his sac and growing into additional sacs that are fueling your spermfloding. e tries to lift his paws to push or pull or do something, but a surge of size and a tingle of new nerves rockets down each overgrown digit, growing them bigger, converting them into your paws. His feet FOOMP big as trashcan covers. Greasy sweat starts to ooze out of his pores and fur; he inhales it and feels his gut gurgle, swell, rapidly more pregnant. Pushing out further and further as his butthole doubles and your pussies pop open beneath them. Sigil everywhere, all around, giggling and squeaking and SO happy to share even just a little bit of the pleasure you fill her with, regardless of whether you're trying to keep it together in good company or not. All those soft sigil lips on either side of you, massive Sigil paws running through your pretty brown squirrelfur, over your chest, borrowing you her breasts. More sigil maws tipping the extremely oversized squirreltails swaying behind you, muttering their own ministrations and teases as they -KISS- and -LICK- all those blossoming openings under your tail, driving thick tongues onwards to flick and tease and indulge in the sweaty, steamy moistness between your legs. She's all over you long after you've released, hungry for more, hungry for all the others we can tease out of each other in the days, months, and years ahead when the moment is right for us. You live and breathe Sigil, body well and truly hijacked, eager to share in every remaining inch of Balros squirming in the middle. Don't worry, she'll be there to help clean up after, too.