LlunaBlue - Today at 10:22 AM
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Balros - Today at 10:34 AM
brought home his new fox pet from the pet store. Blue fur, too! So wonderfully exotic. Sold to him by a big bat, who as soon as he left the store with you in his arms (such a floofy animal), activated your special collar. It began pumping you full of hormones, nanites, chemicals... everything a vixen would need to be the best pet -ever-. Forging a luscious bond in your brain with your new squirrel master - no, your big, weird looking mate. If foxes could feel love, it was starting to ache inside you, making your snatch throb, nipples tingle, even your paws want to touch him. Halfway home you were just too wriggly and cute for him to carry anymore, so he clicked your leash onto your collar to walk home with you. Finding you adorably attentive to him, constantly pressing against his legs, never straying far. By the time he arrives home with you, you're desperately in heat, juices drooling from your snatch. He lets you off your leash once inside, only to finally notice your new, fat, chubby light blue sheath between your thighs and the bright red tip of an engorging fox dick peeking from it.

LlunaBlue - Today at 10:41 AM
happily dances around the furniture in your living room, burying her muzzle into the faint muskiness lingering on your couch before dragging herself along her front along it, smothering the cushions with pre and pussy juice and musk. She bounds back to you and eagerly rubs against your legs again, giving off little whimpers as a fiery need throbs and pulses around her hugely engorged fox cunny and enlargening shaft. She's giving off so much need through her scent, alone...!

Balros - Today at 10:41 AM
giggles at the frantic cuteness of a blue fox zipping about his house, he's sure you'll make a great pet. At least, before he notices your... changes. His eyes widening a bit as he notices the increasing abundance of fluid smears across his furnature, and the engorging fox parts that are -producing- such juices. When you shove yourself against him once again he blushes, noticing that there is more... strength, or weight, or size, of the vix-thing pressing against him. Looking down at you, he can also see how you're a little taller, larger... and with considerably more ass-fat than before, with increasingly thickened thighs and haunches. "Lluna, are you... ok?" He asks, not expecting any answer, petting the side of your face. The answer he does get is a splatter of foxjuice onto the floor as you orgasm. He said your -name-. It pushes you through orgasm, and your body creaks as it surges up a few inches larger. Fattening tits, six of 'em, begin to bloom on your torso.

LlunaBlue - Today at 11:07 AM
starts making the whiniest, loudest foxy cries of shock, pleasure and increasing need as she spreads her feral legs as much as she can, wriggling about uncontrollably while her whole body surges bigger. "Lluna" felt like a command to her:- the collar's special command feeding yet more of the powerful,. vixen-perfecting sciency cocktails into her system, ordering her body to grow and improve. As she gushes her plentiful juices in streams of ever-increasing pressure across your living room, deep within her her little vixen ovaries are bulging and multiplying, beginning to pump out so many eggs that her belly visibly bulges, the poor girl whining and yipping at the immense pain and pleasure of producing so much, thrusting her crotch upwards and wagging her tail furiously!

Balros - Today at 11:19 AM
can hear the clear inflection of -lust- in your whines, deepening with every squeak, every surge of growth, every gush of juice. Consuming you with arousal. He can't really step back as your fat hindpaws step on his as you spread your hind legs, your growing haunches surging against his thighs. HE can feel your fattening foxcock grinding against his leg, the tip nudging up into his short's pantleg and starting to throb up his thigh, spurting with vulpine prespunk. He has to grab you just to not fall over backwards, and can feel the bulge of your belly against his crotch, and the fat squish of your growing tits all against his front. Hugging you like that must mean he likes you, must mean he loves you too, must mean you're doing the right thing. And, well... as he inhales your musky needs, the wonderful chemicals of your raunchy fuckbrew begin to tingle in him, ensuring that he -does- like you in that way, even if he didn't before. He blushes as he realizes that, as your cock squirts fat ropes of cum onto his crotch, he's starting to get a sizeable erection of his own. He's starting to -like- this, and it's making him blush all the more. At least no-one's around to see him get turned on by his new freakish pet, big as a wolf, your paws big enough to cover his face. A second set of forepaws hugging around his hips, your rump beginning to stretch backwards into a tauric shape...

LlunaBlue - Today at 11:37 AM
continues to cover you with rhythmic spurts of cum and jets of milk as she holds you tight, her whole body still surging and wriggling excitedly. She noms on your ears like the cute "little" pet she is even while her rump cracks and extends further and further outward, growing thicker in proportion and with her general increasing size her excited wriggles are becoming a bit of a problem... kicking against the front door involuntary with her hindpaws while her new middlepaws spread wide to push out a new, 3ft shaft and sopping cunny. Her affection and wrigglyneed heightens even more when her hindlegs suddenly widen obscenely quickly, opening up and shooting a 7ft horse shaft straight through the damaged front door and pumping powerful shots right across the street

Balros - Today at 11:49 AM
starts moaning, blushing, and grinding back against you as his lust is roused, as his pet vixen is becoming so -sexy- to him, his shorts straining with his own dick and your growing cock jammed inside of it, your cum pouring out through both leggings. He's never been so horny in his life, and gives a cute squeakgasp as you nibble on his ear. Soon, he's naked, your extra paws ripping off his clothes, leaving him nude and aroused against you, sinking into your floofs, humping your fattened belly, grinding with your foresheath. He yeeps as a huge equine shaft PLOUGHS through the space between his legs. He can feel you breathing heavily with every gush of cum, like each ejaculation feels better than the last. He peeks behind him with a blush, eyes widening as he sees you dousing the mailman with spunk.A fat bulge straining his pants, but its an odd shape... his fly bursting open and his pants ripping apart as a mazzie fox muzzle pushes from his crotch, which itself is stretching open around a throbbing, drooling horsecock. His legs thicken into vulpine feral legs with huge paws, and he can't stop himself from walking over to you, and pressing hir cock against the squirrel's pump butt. The Lluna-infected mailvix stuffing into him. Your foresheath bulging into two sheaths, a fox muzzle parting them, starting to suck and gulp on the squirrel's dick.