Balros
squirrel scrambles over, eager to get in

Sypress
perks. Get in?

Balros
The flufftail stalks about your home and house, sniffing and peeking and scurrying into crannies where a gryphgrrl lives. Letting his powerful scentmusk leak in and start to, well, really go to work on her bod

Sypress
puffs something about being terrifically, egregiously horny under her breath. Deceptively small, standing barely an inch over three feet tall, she's packing assets that would put even the tallest, 8-foot speciments of her species to shame. Much to the constant complaint of her roommates.

Balros
Roommates. The squirrel is thrilled to find them, see them, smell them, more people to enjoy the pleasure of what he's going to do with his gryphoness of desire. Roommates that up until now had been able to keep their paws to themselves around her but as they breathe in his powerfully corrupting breedscent, are looking at her short, stacked, monstrously hung body in new ways. The bunny rommate tries to go take a shower to clear her head, open the bathroom window - only for the bathroom to soon become the strongest source of squirrelscent and breedmusk as he climbs in and greets her.

Sypress
The six-breasted, dog-dick-hung bird had been busily attempting to consolidate her laundry in an effort to quell the overload of her scent lingering within the house; but it seemed to have next to no effect on the overall saturation of breeding potency that filled the household. That was her scent, right? She couldn't tell, not when she was lipsticking several inches of tapered, spurting canine prick, the first hints of a fat knot stretching the base of her sheath. "Dammit you two..." She breathed, mumbling all the while as stalked past the wolfess' room, past the shower. "One of you is definitely in heat." She knew that the rabbit was in there, but she didn't notice the squirrel climbing in. She was too caught up with the fact that she felt suddenly, achingly full after just a single breath. Uh oh.

Balros & Echoen
It was so alike her scent when she first hit puberty - the real puberty, hyper and too potent and way, wayy to productive. The kind of scent that huffing it caused creaking surges of growth that wouldn't go back down for hours, sometimes days; worse if she made more of it. Someone was making a lot of it and with each breath she could feel the weight in her sac and heated pressure in her tits, all six. Was her knot always this big, so quickly? Did she always have two? The wolfess was in her room with a pillow over her head trying to block out the scent that was widening her hips and making her ovaries, all four of 'em, ache for pups.
Had the bunny found a new toy? She was making an awful racket, moaning and thumping and making a lewd -thup, thup, thup- audible even over the pouring water. THe shadow she cast against the bottom of the door looked like she'd found something big to bash her bottom against in the shower, something stretching her full and making her squeal. Something that was making a leaky mess too, as a spatter of fresh ejaculate mars the shadow and a fresh wave of fuckscent pours out from under the door like a fog. Wolfess howls into her pillow as her new pairs of fat balls spill over her thighs.

Sypress
Squishy-padded paws pressed at the burgeoning bulk of her knot. Her.... knots? Did she always have two? Her mind spun, unable to focus on anything but that powerful, overbearing scent. Her breasts felt full to the point of being sore, standing from her chest as if they were fake, streamers of milk erupting from immense, puffy nipples. "D-Dammit, bun.." She panted, taking a single step toward the shower before the squish of her thighs around her engorged canine pussy made her tremble in a powerful orgasm. Her compact size and ridiculous overendowment had left her sporting a spectacularly oversized womb, complete with a set of ovaries that were easily as large of one of her own breasts each, and she couldn't help but knead at their outlines as she stumbled toward the shower, vaguely aware of the shift and shudder beneath her fingers. "I t-told you to stay out of the toy drawer!" She puffed, trailing estrus and spurting precum uncontrollably from a cocktip that was growing increasingly less tapered, and more akin to a blunt battering ram. The sound of her other roommate, the wolfess, wasn't helping things either.

Balros & Echoen
There was pressure, more that built up with every breath. There was release, as more weight and mass pushed out across her body. Gryphon, bunny, wolf... the whole household affected and feeling hotter and hornier for it. Laundry day would need a repeat as her shirt was soaked and stretched badly from swollen teats, puffing areolae and distinctly growing feather-fluffy boobs. Attempting to walk reminded her of her massive sex, big enough for even wolfbitch to fist, now big enough for her whole head. Once jostled it wouldn't stop cumming, juicing mightily and only seeming to get heavier and weightier a few more breaths in.
Unlocked door, barely even closed. Bun had been too fogged, horny to care in the first place - and now, as squirrel shared her shower with her, stuffed her, fucked her with four feet of squirrelcock disappearing into bunny wombspace, she didn't seem to care about her gryphon roomie intruding. Though the shower curtain was pulled the silhouette of the two of them was clear; a five-foot-something squirrel was hunched over the bun and flooding her with ungodly loads of squirrelspunk. It flooded the tub and flung out from between her thighs in overpressured spurts. Her belly was distended and swollen bigger than the entire gryphoness herself, though not with the shape of his shaft - instead, the shape of a whole second bunny, growing almost as big as she the more the squirrel pumped.
With the door open, the fog of fuck from the bathroom poured into the apartment. Wolfess howled as her third pair of balls dropped weightily into her sac and swelled bigger than her paws could heft. With four of her hands, she tried to angle her stiffening lupine shafts down and back between her thighs, flinging ropes of sticky pre across her legs, trying to make her tapered tips meet her growing wolfpuss. Her balls keep getting in the way, surging fatter every few second