Balros Oh!!! Judy!! You look gorgeous! Sypress squint. Is... Is she Judy? Oh no. Balros Squirrel lands his paws upon you, squeezing the last vestiges of gryphon into the sweet lapine shape before him. Even your eyes, big in your skull, reshaped by his obscene desires. Sypress instinctively twitches her ears, perking the long things upright. Her nose twitches, and she breathes deep, taking in the scents of that gigantic knotted dick between her legs. "O-oh!" Balros Balros continues his motions, planting plump and heavy paws on that huge and heavier shaft. One paw kneads on that still-inflating knot; the other massages the fattening cocktip. His own pillar of pink prick - somehow bigger than the one slung between your thighs - nudges upwards and against your tits. Tits that fatten and tighten within your top.* Sypress swayed precariously under the squirrel's touch, dizzy with the wonderful sensations of her tits bloating, threatening to burst out of her reinforced vest. "Nnngh... Nick?" She mumbled, her cock throbbing reflexively under the touch of Balros' paw. "Hmmnf." Balros As you utter your fox's name, a second pair of balls lands heavily in your ballsac. The urge to breed, to fill, to spill, is overwhelming, and a hot jet of seed belts forth to splatter the wall and floor. "Yeah, I can go get him, if you need." The squirrel chrrs, stroking and pumping your firing rod as your breasts bloomph forth, a second pair tearing through your uniform first. All four smoosh around the squirrel's rod. "Or we can find him together." Sypress As her nutsack sagged with the sudden weight, her ears jolted upright, and her cock launched a rope of precum that thudded against the far wall with a throb that further served to exaggerate its canine attributes, knot fattening and tip growing blunt. So much stimulation in such a short span of time. It's almost too much for the rabbit to withstand. Her mound, too, grows fat and plump. Paw-filling, even; and with the addition of the extra breasts, it takes all of her willpower to not pin the squirrel down and right him until her legs are numb. "Yes." She breathed; a mistake when one considered the scents lingering about her. "We need to find Nick." Balros *Delight fills his eyes as your tall ears jolt upright, quivvering as you unload pulse after pulse of pressurized pleasure. His oversized hand squeezes your bloating knob of nerves at the base of your shaft; his nose wiggles as he sniffs the hyperfertility reeking from behind your furred sac and fat bunny buttcheeks. Threads pop and part as your mound swells larger and even your sheath grows agreeably bigger, a fatter bunny butt ready for any fox's attention. "I'm sure we can sniff him out. Or, he'll sniff us out. Let's go." He slows his strokes of your throbbing cock and slips his free arm around your waist, pressing hip to hip to face the same direction; erections bumping heads. One of his thickbig fingers digs under your tail; another wedges into your sex so it rubs extra nicely when you walk. Walk forward you and he does, exiting the evidence room where you'd first injected the hyperherming drugs, and inhaled the hyperherming squirrel's corruptive scent. "I think he's in the garage, working on your car." Sypress Erections thumped, bounced, smacked, and otherwise bobbed against one another as they made their way down the hall, Judy's massive dog-dick heaving in the familiar throes of a prolonged canine orgasm, ejecting a rope of precum every couple of steps to splatter messily over the carpeted floor. Co-workers stumble to a stop or gasp in surprise as they pass doorways and halls, watching the quad-breasted, quad-balled bunny traipse by with her new squirrel-friend leading her along. Pants would strain behind her as they first caught glimpses, and then the scent of the rabbit's overwhelming estrus leaking profusely from her paw-overflowing mound, her heat-suffused labia more resembling a bicycle innertube that had been folded in half, squishing between her thighs with every step and leaving a trail of juices down the back of her sack. Balros Almost every time - almost - your immense fox-like cock smacks to nudges against the squirrel's prodigious pink pillar, it feels like the buildup and release of more pressure that makes your cock grow. Adding inches to length and a bit to thickness, a bit more sheath-size to contain it's supposedly soft mass, and pounds of seed produced from your fouresome of balls that brush and bump between your large lapine thighs. Nary an inconvenience to your movement, a free range of motion that belies your size and weighty masses. To your lust-drunk bunnybrain it feels as if every pair of eyes on you just adds to your heightened pleasure, newfound appreciation for your suggestively small-height body. Puddles of pre left before you; a stream of estrus left in a wake behind you, and a thin fog of pheremones puffing from your pussy, sheath, and even from your armpits. Finally arriving at the garage, the squirrel's entire oversized handpaw has been stuffed up your butt, fisting you out and gripping, kneading, squeezing your prostate, rewarded with gallon-sized gouts of estrus and bucket-flooding bursts of spunk every few steps. Both you and Balros stride into the garage towards your cop car in the shop. Nick's tail, paws, and lower body can be seen sticking out of the back seat as he tries to clean and scrub the squirrel's spunk from when you and he had brought Balros in. Sypress Judy has settled somewhat into her new state of being by the time they reach the garage. For her, it all feels so... normal now, despite the fact that she has one of Balros' massive paws buried in her backside, his digits occasionally indenting her increasingly fecund belly from within, jostling another pair of breasts that had surged out from beneath the second during their journey from the office. "Nick!" She veritably ran to the fox, her fur standing on end for a few moments after she extricated Balros' paw from her ass, revealing an especially plump, pink donut of a pucker prying her asscheeks apart. "You should come say Hi to Balros! I took him on a tour of the evidence room when we... When..." Her brain felt fuzzy trying to recall what she had been doing before. All she could remember was suddenly having an enormous dog-cock, one that was even now partway sheathed, the tip lipsticking nearly half a foot from the low-hanging pouch. "Uh.. Hmm... But yea! I brought him down to meet you!" She said, bouncing on her toes in and sending all of her assets wobbling, jostling, and sloshing. Was she always that... outgoing? Just as Nick pulled himself out of the car, he was hit with a wave of her potent pheromones. Balros Moment by moment, as normalization settles into your fuckfogged brain, the growth and changes continue apace. Plush plump padding is added to your midriff, displaying a promise of overpowering fertility. A few too many ovaries that are a few pounds too heavy creaking in a girl-womb gut. A silky-furred paunch of bunnygirl that pushes up your lowest, newest, pair of breasts. Balros feels your ass clench and squeeze as you spot Nick and launch yourself at him, popping his huge hand from your tailstar; the extreme overabundance of nerve endings in your glossy pink ring sets your whole body in a state of anal orgasm that doesn't really ever stop. The squirrel approaches more slowly, enjoying the view of Jude racing in front of him to the fox she loves so much, too much. As you gather your exuberance into a semblance of coherent thought, he walks up behind you and easily, casually, pops the fat bell head of his dick past that shiny ring and keeps walking forward to push it deep, deep within your plumped bunny ass until his hips meet yours. He nuzzles against your neck and props his chin on your shoulder, scooping around your waist and midriff with his arms to snuggle you from behind. "Hey, hey, Carrots, I..." Nick starts as he pushes himself backwards to emerge from the back seat, his foxtodd butt bumping against your huge sheath. Even before he's drowned in your scent, you can feel his vulpine ass expanding within his uniform, rumpcheeks filling out to make the denim taught. Since the car's fairly big, his paws weren't on the ground, so when he slides back he ends up stepping-standing on your thickbig bunnypaws, each one of your toes now as big as his whole footpaw. His head is halfway turned back to look at you when that plume of pheremones envelops his entire space; you feel the new outline of his foxpussy squish against your shaft. Whatever clever quip or response he had catches in his throat when he finally makes eye contact with you; a throat that bulges, eyes that tremble, as his head and neck seamlessly divide into two. "...just finished cleaning up after him" "What the FUCK, Judy?!" Sypress A moan of delight escapes between those buckteeth of hers and her vibrant purple eyes roll back into their sockets as the squirrel's fat cocktip sinks into her ass, offering a stretch of that nerve-laden ring that has her pissing precum from that low-slung sheath for a full ten seconds before the multi-gallon, floor-flooding gush finally ceases. How fortunate that her oversized paws are plenty large enough for her to maintain traction on the now slippery floor. "You were saying?" She asked in a sultry voice, her eyes unfocused as she pressed herself back against Balros, letting that heavy squirreldick bow her fertile belly outward until its curve rested against Nick's back. Before he could answer, that canine sheath of hers was bulking up, packing on literal pounds of mass as her erection stirred, straining that pouch as it struggled to escape. And plunge right into Nick's waiting foxcunt. Like any proper canine that has just successfully found the mark, she positively jackhammers the fox, clutching at his widening hips and swelling ass, repeatedly plowing that flank-swelling, womb-tying knot into him, feeling him change with every pulse and throb. Changing into something more suitable for carrying lots of lapine offspring while she rides that fat squirrel fuckrod behind her. "Don't you wish your knot was as big as mine?" Balros He's big. Big outside; bigger inside you. Growing, creaking as he does, not even thrusting. An almost tender snuggle of his hips and heavy sheath, and hugely heavier ballsac, against your profoundly plumped backside, backsac, and pouring pussy. He even tenderly sniffs and nibbles at the nape of your neck to really give you the full emotional and physical experience. You have so. much. precum to unload and keep producing more at such pressure; it feels good to let it all out, like the exertion of orgasm is itself relaxing. Nick's back arches as your rounding tum pushes against it and over it, seemingly to swell almost gently as Balros' own pre and spunk floods you, fills you, feet of fat squirrelshaft fucking deep into your guts. There's more inside you than shows, a spacial density of sexual capability. The squirrel's handpaws roam and stroke slowly, adoringly over the rotund shape of bellyswell, sifting through silky fur and justifying every drop of hormone pumping through your body. One of his hands drops, then, wrist draping across your hip to stroke the plush fluff and flesh of your bulking sheath; feeling it grow and grow and grow with urgent arousal does finally spur a hard jerk from his hips and a ten-gallon meal of his cum. First course, of course. Both of Nick's faces are shoved against the upholstery of the back seat, muffling his initial foxscreams of ravaging sexual sensation as your massive, knotted, beastly cock BURROWS into the hypersensitive new cavern he's been granted. He seems only in control of half of his body; one head turns to look back at you again with a mix of abject pleasure and horrified surprise. The other head flops his chin on the seat as his irises shape into hearts. Your calm voice seems to wreack havoc on both his minds as you give him new shapes, new sizes, and new desires unbidden; his 'sane' face wincing as his sheath bloats aggressively. What structural integrity his pants had up front is lost as his knot aggressively overgrows his own sheath, shoving his cock out from his undies, showing off to the rest of the watching mechanic crew as the rest of his erection rapidly inflates and fills out to match scale with his foxknot. Sypress Judy exhales in bliss, her ears twitching and swiveling to Nick's cacophony of noises, and not just those of pleasure. Precum lurches from her dick in powerful, thick ropes that thud audibly and visibly against the far end of the fox's new womb. Her knot pops in and out of his swelling cunt with increasingly messy-sounding squelches until it eventually swells too large to be dislodged. But that's only the start. Judy's knot continues to pump ever larger, straining Nick's pussy outward with its throbbing shape until its at its fullest, roughly the size of the fox's own head. The rabbit doesn't even notice the extra arms that have burst from just below the first set, not until she's shamelessly groping at her four uppermost breasts, tweaking the coke-can nipples there. Nick, on the other hand, is subjected to everything that the rabbit has to offer, including the indescribable weight of those four massive cumtanks between her legs as they heave sluggishly and struggle to force out those many gallons of virile nut, the thick stuff erupting into the fox's womb with such ferocitythat his ovaries, all twelve of the immodestly proportioned things, are immediately set upon by billions of intensely active sperm. Within seconds, he looks pregnant. Within a minute, he is pregnant. And within the second minute, the two-headed fox is struggling to birth Judy's new daughters around the rabbit's gigantic knot, groping at his new six-pack of leaking breasts~