Balros *The squirrel beams gleefully at the sheer eagerness and excitement that belts out from the bluebunny's muzzle. "Hi Lluna! Have a good session at the gym?" He asks, sniffing deeeeeeeeeply of her powerful girlstench, pressing hugely bulging squirrelshorts to the fat outline of cameltoe in your strained and stained gym shorts. He has to look slightly -up- at you now, your legs having grown just long enough that you're half a head taller than him. LlunaBlue The blue bunbun smiles at her enforced mate as he welcomes her home. Her shirt is made see-through from her sweat and her shorts have ridden up her snatch and butt so far that they might as well have not been there at all. She embraces you, being sure to rub herself liberally against you to get all of her muskiness into your fur just like you'd taught her. "Yes, Master, the X-trainer is soooo much better for my feet than the treadmill! I can keep going at it for ages and let my armpits waft, too! A staff-member-man looked like he was going to kick me out but instead ended up looking all happy once he got close. He watched me until I was done! Have I made you proud, Master??" Balros He chrrs up a hot little floofstorm as you not only mash yourself against him, but grind in as well, the mere act of pressing against him as rewarding as the hours of hot hard exercise. He's already openly groping your huge round butt, and burrowing his muzzle into your neck and under your chin. He was dry and soft before you came in, and already, he's getting rather soaked in your persperation. Sniffing deeply and then exhaling a hot breath, he leans back a bit, not putting any distance between him and you, just looking up into your half-crazed eyes, beaming with pride and delight. He lifts one arm to stroke and admire one of your womanly muscled arms, feeling over the plump bicep, tricep, the power you have now from his attention and your heavy exercise. "So, so proud. Your streamchannel has over forty thousand subscribers now. Good job rigging the gym with your cameras." He shares a smooch right on your lips then, rolling his hips back and forth to roll his heavy lap shape between your thighs and up against your heated slot. "Smelling yourself makes you happy too, doesn't it?" LlunaBlue "Hehehe, I think some of the staff know about the camera but I've talked to them nicely like you said! And t's getting, like... harder to smell myself now 'cos it's natural to me now, y'know? I gotta sniff myself reeeaaaally deep, Master!" She grins a big grin at you that falters for a moment before she shakes her head and the grin comes back, fluttering her lashes too. She's so cute that she'd belong in a kid's cartoon if it weren't for just how lewdly she conducts herself. "And... and you know how horny the gym makes me get, Master... I was thinking of you the whoooole time!" Balros "You're doing such a great job," He compliments, at just the moment that your returned grin falters, that inner portion of yourself drowned once more under a sea of verbal pleasure. He can see it in your eyes, too, how your pupils and irises shrunk for a moment as you tried to return to your senses... only to expand slightly larger than before as you reassumed your squirrel-modified role. He can also feel how your hips rock in time with his, pussyjuice and sweat squelching out from the fabric of your snug soaked gym shorts. You feel his bulge bulk a little -bigger-, and while you may becoming noseblind to your own scent, his musk is ever strong and powerful, filling your nose with more pheremones than even you pump out in an hour. "I'll slake that thirst of yours as a reward, love. A good fuck is just what you need." LlunaBlue "Ooooh, yes, Master, fuck me..." she squeals, the swaying of her hips against you increasing in pace as she wriggles her bunny bubble-butt in anticipation. "Can we share our fuck with our viewers again, too, please?? I thought all the chat-people saying they could smell us through the camera was sooooo hot, ehe...!" The scent wafting through her nostrils, and subsequently through her system, serve to refresh the hold you have on her... such a headstrong fighter, reduced to you bunny-bimbo slave who's just eager to please! Balros A sway of your wide hips sets the squirrel's bulge of sheath and balls wobbling, too, his nuts only slightly smaller than your gorgeous asscheeks. You can feel them growing, slowly, straining the fabric, excited to fuck and breed his factually corrected loverbunny. Lashing his huge and floofy tail behind him, he grins and nods, dipping his head into your slick, abundant cleavage. "Sure, go set up the cameras in the bedroom, and strip down while you're at it." He pulls back as you rush to obey, heading to the computer to set up the proper settings and make announcements. Hey every1, watch this if u want to get addicted to slutbunny musk. 4 those already addicted, post pics of your new blue bods... Pausing to peek at a deluge of selfies of partially bunnified fans and their increasingly feminine, bunnified, and sweatmusky bods, he rises from your gaming chair to saunter to the bedroom, his shorts distending quite far to show off his swelling pillar of pink cock. He's the only one with any clothing on, now. LlunaBlue She's lying there on the bed as you enter, having turned the cameras on before stripping her shorts and top off of her sweat-slickened fur for the few who spend their days refreshing and waiting for her to come online again, before falling back onto the mattress and waiting for her boyfriend... no, her owner to arrive. "Now, chat... I want to hear EVERYTHING you wanna do to me, and imagine you in Master's place, alright?" She starts rubbing her puffed-up puss and moaning gleefully, imagining all of the people watching her, loving her, and breathing in nice and deeply as her fuckmusk reaches them. Her fanbase, so much stronger than it ever had been before...