Balros
Squirrelsnuggles

LlunaBlue
foxysnuggles and foxyscrems!

Balros
Balros giggles as his beloved, adorable fuckfox grrl cuddles him back and starts getting loud. He smooches your muzzle to quiet you, but his taste starts making your face push wider, neck splitting, soon an entire second head and neck.

LlunaBlue
she doesn't stop trying to make noise, being too excited and needy for your touch. Your attempt to shush her just meant she'd needed a new way to properly screm; if one mouth couldn't fully, then the new one splitting and growing away from it would. She will not be stifled!

Balros
As he keeps kissing you, your mutations continue, giving you so much to scream and shout about. The pseudo-permanent pregnancy you carry with your cute frame bulges bigger as your offspring grow - and you can feel their heads splitting too, faces pushing out in vauge outlines in your tum before being hidden again by plush fat and size. Balros keeps slurping at your other muffled maw, starting to grind against your body as hyper-pregnancy overtakes you.

LlunaBlue
The blue vixen's body progresses from petite to shortstack to short with fat stacks, her hips and thighs widening from the utter fertility being smooched into her... not to mention her belly itself, with its churning and swelling magnificence, making it difficult to do anything but press against it. From within, her babies are crying out so loudly and needily that they're causing their mother to vibrate... and they're definitely trying to feel up and orally pleasure one another in there!

Balros
The sensation of your growth is incredible - the feeling of your soft body growing larger, softer, fuller, plusher against him drives him wild. His sheath disgorges the great girth of his pink cock, grinding against your thickening thighs and heavy butt. THe sheer swell of your belly pushes him slightly upwards, soon lifting him to lay on your tummy and tits alike. More outlines and shapes press against the walls of your womb as your offspring grow and multiply, four fuckneedy unborn vixens representing eight kissing, yipping, squealing heads making a racket inside of you. The squirrel rallies his hips and pushes against you greedily, stuffing into your big blue butt - the added pressure starting to force your kits down your girlsex, birthing as he buttfucks you.

The firstborn fox looks petite like you did as she slides several feet across the floor from the force of her birth, standing wobbly on her feet as she rises, four eyes blinking. But your second head's screams begin to affect her and she starts to swell thick and curvy and endowed like you are.