Balros
BunBlaster

LlunaBlue
Firin' them out, with force~

Balros
Hauls you over his shoulder and aims your ass like a bunzooka
LlunaBlue
wriggles and gasps, feeling her ammunition take form, and apologising to the security guy she's now facing at the entrance to the store for what's about to happen!

Balros
The squirrel has a good grip around his blue bunny girlfriend's ankles, thick muscled thighs slung over his shoulders, one asscheek pressed against the side of his face. His tail is looped and wrapped around your head, tits, back, arms and belly, suffocating you in ultrapotent squirrelmusk and keeping you properly fumigated and fertilized with corruption. Behind his shoulder, your belly swells and rises as large as a cannonball and about as heavy, generating and gestating a corruptive clonebunny. Balros is also standing WAY too close to the wolf security guard, practially shoving his snout into your sopping, clenching snatch.

"Birth."

Balros commands, his truthspeaking power making your womb become an inferno of pleasure. A curvy, constantly cumming bunnyclone starts forcefully shoving her way down your passage, her paws wrenching open the wolf's maw. A second bunnyclone right behind her shoves her forward and down his gullet, and the third one behind her pushes even harder. The wolf's throat bulges with buns and his body streches, swelling, gulping down girl after girl and erupting with corruption. His pants shread as a black wolfcock, and four -larger- pink bunnycocks erupt from his sheath, firing hot with cum from his fat 'n' fluffy ballsacs.  Strong, curvy rabbitgirl limbs and heads push from his frame and overtake his body - hauling him back from your butt before he can gulp down another girl. But still your womb is churning, creating and launching bunnygirl after bunnygirl like orgasmic bullets, covering the corrupted wolfbunny in more girls to fuck and breed.

"Stop."

Balros says, turning away from the flooded guardpost, making his way into the store proper. Of course, this means you get to watch them as he walks away. Your womb is still tight with the bunnies you hadn't birthed, and it almost feels like one could crawl up your throat at any second.

LlunaBlue
_If she were in a more stable state of mind, she'd probably be musing that there's just never a dull moment with you; how you could make a simple shopping trip so much fun. Instead, all she can really think is "I'm a fucking barreled-at-both-ends Bunbun Gun, with voice commands and regenerative ammo!"

She watches the newly-transformed wolfbunbunbunbun give four parts playful and girly titters for each part heavy, masculine groans as his body writhes, churns and grows. His nutsack swells obscenely, noticeable footpaws outline them from within, and he pounces upon the unfortunate giraffe lady walking through the door with frightening swiftness. 

Just as her squirrel mate rounds the corner, the bunbun watches his wolfish spire bulges as he makes short work of shooting his own load within her; yet another fully-formed bunbun, with comparable force, and a loud howl.
Balros — 01/31/2021
You lose sight of the giraffe just as long ears, two new eyes, and a second brain corrupt her head, and are instead treated to the sounds and smells of a department store. Balros pulls you off of his shoulder and sets you on your big paws on the floor, completely naked and heavily gravid. Your big breasts sit weightily and full atop your rotund tum and your butt juts out a fair distance behind you. Sweetly taking your hand, he simply begins... browse-shopping with you, as if nothing were odd at all.