Balros nuzzles adoringly LlunaBlue Full-body huggles into you~~ ^^ Balros Squirrel giggles, embracing into sweet and sweet-smellin fox LlunaBlue Our scents mingle together; those of the fox's sweet and fruity aroma and the squirrel's deep, powerful musk. Like how hot and cold air mixes to create a tornado, the reaction is powerful indeed. As we embrace, our scents force themselves into our noses, as well as quickly filling up the room. Balros The mingled musks of fox and squirrel do not simply force their way into each other's muzzles - but they soak into the most sinful of sweeties, the corruptable youth of the neighborhood. Balros *Another Balros, unaware of what his clone is doing to you and doing with you, is supposed to be babysitting for a toooootally normal foxy girl, who tooootally isn't genetically identical to you or receptive to your corruptive scents in any way. And given that it's been about an hour since he's been here, it's also amazing that nothing has happened yet! It's just been pizza, TV shows, and chatting on your living room couch. That is, until you catch wind of the mixed musks. Like a wave of heat, hormones begin to churn through your svelte body, turning that pizza into pounds of girlfat and breedflesh. With his eyes on the TV, he doesn't yet notice how you're filling out in a forwards way.* LlunaBlue Perhaps the scents had not only transcended the room where they'd originated, but also universes closely parallel to the both of them, too; being attracted towards any being worthy of fucklusty corruption, other incarnations of Lluna and Balros are the most suited for that! The foxgirl on the sofa emits a silent gasp of surprise as her body immediately shoots forwards; eight undeveloped nips suddenly fattening atop dense breastflesh. She breathes in the sweet and musky air, already irrevocably addicted to its taste and feel, and open her legs involuntarily... needfully. Balros There was a big bowl of popcorn that was sitting atop your thighs; it's shoved forward as lush blue-furred boobs and a rising white-blue belly begin to fill out your lap. The squirrel'sitter reaches over to grab some of the popcorn, but instead finds his overlarge handpaw wedged somewhere... warm. His whole arm encased in four pairs of filling, swelling breasts, your lowest pair of tits sitting on your thighs. His touch on your needful body is like some kind of reward, butt and thighs filling out too to strain your pajamas. The squirrel sorta smells like the smell you need more of, especially from that huge bulge in his lap that you'd not really minded before. LlunaBlue As the paw does confused wriggles between the burgeoning mounds of warm, mature foxflesh, the poor girl finally manages to make a sound. Her lustful coos hit your ears like a siren's call, and as you turn you are greeted to the most beautiful thing you've ever seen in your life. A thicc, sexual blue fox, widening and curvifying before your very eyes, gazing so needily down at you. Your paw is helpfully returned to view by her increasingly pregnant-looking belly... but she reaches forward and grabs your wrist, then guides it towards her needy, engorged slit. Balros The moans that spill from your young muzzle are so mature, wantonly lustful, and needful. Staring at you in shock, his arm is pushed back into sight from your breasts from the rising dome of your belly - only for his hand to be squished between those heavy thighs and mushed to your heavy, heated slot. He opens his muzzle to say something - anything - but your coos turn to howls as your pussy spreads open, pushing his hand back again - birthing a foxgirl, who's already starting to grow and swell just like you had moments before. HE can't pull away due to your grip on his arm, and soon feels his shorts being unbuttoned by a desperately eager foxslut clone. Squirming, the squirrelboy is pinned to the couch by two foxes, one squished to his side and the other piling up in his lap. The scents and sounds pouring off of you both are getting to him - his prodigious shaft swells, bumping to the heated slot of your first clone, now as big as you. But she slips to his other side to capture his other arm, as she births a big-butted foxgirl right -onto- his dick, her small body stretched heavily around his huge girth. THe way she... you... look up at him, too cute and getting bustier by the second...* LlunaBlue The fox girl is a great kisser, considering she's three seconds old. Her arms wrap around your body and hold you tightly, lovingly stroking through the floof on your back and head while snogging you deeply and passionately. Her cunny clenches around your shaft and you feel her breathing heavily through her nose- the air coming out is more of that wondrous sweet and musky goodness! You just innately know that it's that scent that's doing this to all of you! As all of them continue to moan and howl and gasp and grow and birth, every device in the room capable of emitting sound or picture starts to react, depicting more identical fox-and-squirrel couples fucking, growing and birthing; the impossibly powerful combination of our scents working to connect every instance of Lluna and Balros to ever exist together in one huge, expanding multiversal orgy! Balros He's saturated in your taste and increasingly buried in your bodies - moaning into your cute muzzle as you lick at his tongue and grind, thrust, buck upon his throbbing pillar. He can feel the shuddering spurts of growth that thrust through your body - and you can feel the shuddering thrusts of his hips as your clenches and squirming motivate his breeding sensibilities. Eight luscious breasts smush against his floofy chest and tum, though his stomach is soon smothered in the rounded dome of your pregnancy, too. Anywhere he looks past you he sees more young, busty, big-bellied fox sluts, his paws used to jill off girls until they birth more girls.