Balros Balros is a tranfer student at this new school, and his scent has already soaked into the classroom. It's only been an hour since the start of class but there's not a belly in sight that's not full and firm with pregnancy - boys and grrls alike. He innocently writes in his notebook as the gravid teacher clutches her breasts in the scraps of her dress to try to continue to teach, while the rest of his classmates are either fapping, jilling, or trying to cum-birth their offspring to relieve the pressure. LlunaBlue It was as if the universe was trying to punish the poor fox girl for not paying attention to the math class. She'd been too focused on the weird feelings and sensations that mere act of gazing at her new classmate was giving her, and before she'd realised it, she's clutching her desk and groaning from the pleasure of being given a practical lesson on multiplication instead! Balros Every time you looked at him or breathed in, you felt a little better, body aching from too many puberties rushing in all at once. But every time he looked back at you and gave his soft, sweet, supercute smile, totally innocent like nothin' untoward was happening at all, you mutated a bit faster. You were the first student to grow more than one pair of breasts, filling out your blouse until it burst open to reveal fat blue tits and plump pink teats. When he scooted closer to say hi, or maybe look at your notes and try to cheat, your belly began to lift your desk a lil', too many clones clustered in your aching womb. "Hey, you know this stuff pretty well, can you tutor me?" He asks sweetly. His words begin to push busty foxgirls through your cunt who all want to say yes - and you see ratboys and kittygirls and skunkherms and about half the rest of class all start to birth clones too. LlunaBlue The feeling of being chosen by you, out of everybody in the classroom, is enough to spark an orgasm of an entirely new level. It wracks through her like an electric shock, each wave causing a massive belly bloat and a new squealing preggo foxgirl to splat out of her cunt. "YES!!" she cries, in-between the spasms "I, uhn... W-WANT YOU TO, oooOOOHH... COME OVER TONIGHT!" she pleads. She needs you to herself, and her body is trying to prove it by out-fertile-ing every other member of the class. Some of her daughters are already trying to stifle her classmates by shoving their ample teats into their mouths, their milk filling them with pure foxy corruption that works to erase them of their individuality. Balros He seems unperturbed by the fresh, overly curvy, and incredibly horny foxgirls that gush from your sex, one after another after another unloading from you like ammunition. And these foxes are heavily gravid within seconds, too, sporting busts bigger than teacher and tums as big as their peers. The moans of the class are muffled by fat teats shoved into thirsty muzzles, blue fur sprouting on multicolored, multispecies bodies. Even the boys and herms soon find their cocks are knotted and pink, with tapered fox tips, easy for shoving into foxifying throats. "Yeah??" He chirps cheerily, eyes lighting up at the thoughts of a study date. "That sounds like fun! I can't wait." He leans in to give his new 'friend' a squirrelish snuggle - which seems to all but obliterate your sense of time. You can't stop birthing horny corrupted foxgirls, your life is a hazy daze of orgasms, and before you know it - he's walking you home in the afternoon, holding your hand, leaving a wake of foxdaughters behind you that feverishly foxify every bystander we pass by. You finally come to your senses riiiight about when you get back to your bedroom. "Thanks for helping me study, I just don't get math! How many are you supposed to add when you multiply?" He asks, so innocently - as he feeds a fat spire of squirrelcock into your pussy, clogging your flood of clones. LlunaBlue The bed creaks under the her increasing weight as she tries to explain multiplication between lusty moans and the occasional muffling of her heavy tits surging onto her muzzle. "Nnnggh... so, like... anything times 1 is just, nnnhh... the same... so 1 times 5 equals 5..." she explains, as a bird flying past the window inhales a few particles of squirrelmusk and foxscent that seeping through and immediately bursts into 5 foxclones that fall into her garden "Oooh, but then 2 times 5 is two 5s, so, nnhh, like... 5 plus 5, which is 10..." she continues, as horny squeals of delight can be heard outside, immediately followed by lewd squelching noises. She squeezes your paws lovingly while blushing and panting, "D... do you get it so far, my love?" Balros *The bird doesn't just explode into clones, it becomes a birdfox that falls onto a branch, then erupts with clones of you, hardly a trace of any avian left. *He rocks, he pounds, he thrusts, he FLOODS you, all while he has a studious expression on his face. "So, it's like... adding five, twice!" He exclaims, his excitement causing five pairs of breasts to dominate the front of your compact body. The bed is crushed as your breasts fatten and fill five times as large as before, fat teats pouring with milk. "Ooh! I think I get it! Let me try!" He leans over you and starts to rail hard, making you bounce and slosh and jiggle in motion. "Two... times... two... is four!" Downstairs, mommafox gives a yelp as she seamlessly divides into four foxgirls, bellies and breasts filling out to match you upstairs. "And four, times four is.... oh gosh! A lot!!" The first floor of your house erupts as Lluna-momfoxes greatly exceed sixteen.