Balros I keep thinking about plushfuzzy wah butts. Blanche Like, fluffy and such? Balros More than just soft-dense fur, but the ample swell of fertile flesh, too. Blanche Thick, ultra-soft, dense and velvety fur that feels wonderful under the hand. Precociously massive and expansive, perfect round moons that accompany flaring hips, asscheek after asscheek after asscheek after asscheek... Bacause red pandas, by definition, never have as few as only two. Balros Palm at, push at, knead and squeeze into, discovering more about this girl with every investigation. Balls and buttcheeks of nearly same dimensions. Sheaths out front, nearly overloaded with still-growing girlcocks. Blanche It's like every day, daresay every hour, she gets new additions, new surprises, hidden talents or features not seen before. Her lower half should've belonged to someone twice her size. Her huge balls are easy to handle for their grand size - it's sheer numbers that cause her ballsacs to drag, the girl having to power several cocks with each their own packages of potent, churning testes. Apparently, this is just how wahs grow, rare and elusive creatures they are. Balros Balros arrives with a U-Haul truck full of the biggest condoms he can find. A flurry of fifteen squirrels set about sliding rubbers onto sheaths, lifting sacs to secure hidden shafts, though only ten of them manage to emerge from all this wah, the rest trapped or stuffed between spheres and sacs where they can't escape. "Sign here, please." He proffers a clipboard to the girl, reaching over her prodigious bustlines to hand it to her. "We'll be back in the afternoon with the next shipment. Er... and can we have some of myself back by then, too?" He says, nervously side-eying a Balros pinned to the floor by a double-stuffed set of ballsacs. "Unless you wanted to upgrade to the Unlimited package for a few extra bucks..." Blanche The most insane thing about the girl is that she's far wider than she's tall. Hardly certain at this point that she'd even fit lengthwise inside a stretch limousine. She wears a stretchy tanktop laid out tight over six giant tits all laid out on a row, leaving her no other option but to reach over it for anything she wants to grab. She picks up the clipboard in a left hand, and signs her name with another left hand, before handing board and pen back. "Ooh, I would love the unlimited package!" she exclaims in a disarmingly cheery voice. "I think it would be worth the money." She has to lean sharply over just to give the paperwork back, what with her legs alone being an incredible six feet long. It's not that she intentionally traps you either: she's just too well-stuffed, and those fat nuts are heavy. Just pinning one of you under them infuses you with her potent essence long enough to give you several upgrades below the waist. Balros The squirrelboy has seen, and delivered, to a lot of strange and varied clients. He's never seen one client with -so many variations- all on one wide, wide, wiiiide body. Did that T-shirt come from a Macrofur outlet store? Just one of those nipples could feed a family. His thickbig fingers brush your multi-digit hand as you give the board back. He has to reach... up, to take it back, and feels like a wave of breasts and wahgirl is poised to crash down upon him at any moment. He can feel his trapped other selves starting to cum from sheer arousal, and several of him are getting... wider, too. The squirrel standing before you squirms where he stands as a second set of legs push down into his pantlegs, new paws popping out the ends of his jeans. His new sheaths are squeezed between his pairs of thighs, and the front bulges obscenely outwards. "Really?" He asks, excitedly - he hasn't sold an Unlimited package in some time! "Well, that's great! Let me just call my manager." The ten remaining squirrels pile into the U-haul truck to prep to go, while he pulls out a cellphone to flip it open and make a call. He turns around to be polite - you can see four thick rumpcheeks squeezed into his pants, filling rounder and larger as he chats up his 'boss'. It only takes a minute, but during that time, his hugefloofy tail is split into three, the base of each one perched just above his growing girlish bottoms. The cloth-covered outline of his balls can be seen from around his thighs. Blanche The wah's tits are so immense, so beyond normal comprehension, that each huge globe fits no less than six nipples upon itself, and their sheer thickness makes them poke at any and all outfits she wears, no matter the fabric. There's no concept of soft or hard with these nipples: they're always on the firm side, always perky and prominent. Her broad hand has all of its fingers doubled, and some of them even tripled. Each movement she does carries a waft of ethereal essense - a sort of invisible after-presence that oft brushes against you and penetrates your very being, soon concentrating in your legs, or your sheaths. While you speak with your manager, the wah gets to putting these condoms on. She yanks one of her middle sheaths open with a set of hands, and she fits one condom around a cock inside, careful to also attach the condom to the lip of her sheath so it self-deploys next time she gets an erection: once she's fully hard, she just can't reach far enough to put these rubbers on, so she has to prepare in advance. "Phew..." Fifteen out of twenty cocks between her middle legs isn't too bad - she's only limited by the truck's capacity for each delivery. By the time she's finished putting them on, there are four lush asscheeks filling each half of your now more-than-skintight pants. Balros The phonecall took slightly longer than Balros expected, as the growth of several additional fingers onto his handpaw accidently caused him to hang up, twice. The entire time, he feels like his spirit is being stuffed full of red panda desires, giving him a tingling itch in each of his sheaths and shafts. The truck of himself drives away during this time - to get ready for the next shipment of condoms and a Welcome Kit for the newest Unlimited client. The squirrelboys that got left behind, find themselves each with four left behinds (and four right ones, too), their pants popping and tearing around great glutes and long, fluffy thighs. They do their best to secure your massive hindshafts with condoms that could probably fit an orca whole, though when they try to wedge the rubber ring into the sheath, opening the sheathrim reveals several more cocks lurking within. Together, he manages to slide forty more condoms onto you, and only lose two of himself in the process. Balros ends the call, turns around, and with a "Shrrk" his pants explode off his many thighs. His hips unfold eight-wide, fuzzy boysheaths whumping between each set of legs. Peeking pink pricks bigger than his legs peek out. "That's that! You're an Unlimited member, and entitled to Unlimited Members!" He cheerily exclaims, prompting a chorus of cheers from the rest of him buried in your body. Blanche She's a staggering eighteen feet tall by the time you turn around, and twelve of those feet are taken up by her legs alone. Even so, her bust conceals her midriff almost entirely, each milktank easily the size of a small car yet it doesn't appear to bother her in the least. In her attempt to help out with the proceedings, she takes a few steps forward, enormous ballsacs dragging behind her, and uncovering some of you that you'd misplaced during the ordeal: four-armed, six-legged, triple-sheathed, or some combination of these all, including even a taured-out version of you - except that your lower torso is essentially a straight copy of your upper one, sharply bent over and giving your ass a curve worth dying for. It's a little funny that your eight legs, all lined up, make you only about as wide as three of her legs, at a stretch. And there's still plenty, so plenty more to go, what with the red panda being eighteen legs wide, each step she takes causing a complex jiggle and flex of her mountainous asscheeks. She grins at you, clapping her hands with delight when you announce the promotion of membership. "Oooh, I wanna try it out now!" So, instead of her sheaths each housing twelve members, she doubles the count to twenty-four. Eek! It's so easy! Balros Balros would have thought that such a tall girl would mean more freedom to move below her, but there's even -less- space than before, and he's sure he counts at least a dozen more pretty feet and legs than before. Balls, sheaths, and squirrels take up all the space below your knees, with oak tree-sized dicks wrapped in shiny latex emerging from crevasses between ballsacs. The squirrelboys that are freed from your smothering sacs stand up and scrabble forward to reclaim what bits of their uniform they can, though their effort is stymied by how often they find themselves falling to their knees again and cumming. Painting the back of your thighs and balls with his cum, and not really stopping. Each shot of ivory met with a surge of growth. "I'm not supposed to benefit from your package," He says, a second set of arms clutching the clipboard while the first pair kneads on his own, still-growing asscheeks. "But I guess I'm a part of the deal!" He shrugs, popping out a third set of shoulders which set to stroking one of your closest condom-covered cocks. Two squirrels are blown backwards by the sudden expansive widening of your sheaths, as a dozen new pillars of dick pile into your prick-purses. The taur-squirrel finds his rump being filled and stretched out by one condom, filled with all twenty four cocks, the extra-stretchy contraceptive only ensuring his curvy rear end is even more receptive to all of them at once. The ground rumbles as your balls quintupliply in response to your new erections, growing in four ways - four times as many, four times bigger, fourteen times more productive, and forty times more sensitive. Balros can see your eyes going a little blank from the sensory overload. "It's best to ease into it!" He says, using his sixteen-wide self to climb up your foresheaths and the mountain of breasts above them. His legs straddle into your middle eight set of cleavages, so he can talk with you face-to-face. "The best benefits of Unlimited Membership are the ones you can take your time to enjoy." He chirrs encouragingly. His eight tails flutterbrush across your myriad of nipples and areolae. Blanche The red panda is so curvy beyond measure that it's like her ass alone has legs just for itself. Behind those eighteen huge, long and thick legs, you can see no less than two other rows, these ones set just beneath her massive rear so as to simply carry it around, the upper curve of her ass managing to reach some ways up her waist height. She barely moves at the moment, still busy making connections to so many new nerve endings that the setup phase is taking a while of its own, granting you precious few moments of respite before she moves once again. "Whew! Okay then, better test out these condoms." She concentrates, bites her lower lip, wiggles her hips, balls causing several miniature earthquakes as they roll back and forth. A little gasp, a hum of pleasure, and her nipples suddenly shoot forward, stretching outwards, her tanktop exploding into pieces, cocks and more cocks escaping from within them, growing at an alarming rate up 'till each is as broad as your own hips, easily sixteen feet long too, and already shooting thick geysers of her seed! "Ugh, wrong ones..." she mutters, interrupting herself short and re-focusing herself on the cocks that actually do have condoms on, managing to get enough self-control to find and stimulate them, the red panda literally thinking herself to cumming at full blast. This time, she gets it right, and those condoms stretch obscenely, two dozen pulsating shafts shooting salvos of cum until it's pretty much all you can see, and it's another few minutes before the condoms slip off, one by one, self-closing and sealing as per their design. The girl looks upon the mess with a pout. "Aw, they can't even handle a load of ten million gallons? That's disappointing." In all of this, she hasn't even noticed that she's sunk an entire bundle of massive cocks into you, and you've gotten your fill's worth by leaps and bounds. "You're right, I should ease into it..." she admits, only the act of focusing on herself meant her essence wasn't pouring into you at its most. But now, it is, and you feel yourself tingling all over as your hips blossom, your rows of legs double, heads split three-ways, and none of you's got balls that don't drag on the floor, testicles shoulder-high to you at the very smallest. Balros Balros's longlong tails are caught by your erupting, emerging nipplecocks, yanking his rears backwards, though his hips pop out backwards and stretch into a familiar tauric shape, over a dozen flanking tauric forms. Each one is like 2-4 merged taurs, themselves, and a few end up straddling your broad nipplecocks or stuffed onto them. He has to grip and hold at your shoulders just to keep himself steady. The squirrel's expression is almost buttery, as he gets his erections squeezed between wobbling, burgeoning wah-titties. The rest of him below has swelled in number to at least thirty clones, trying to maintain structural integrity of the supplied condoms, hoping they live up to their marketing. Like watching a pod of whales pass by with several feet of glossy latex in between, cocks grow into all available space and start to stretch them. Cum pours into reservoir tips in stronger, and stronger jets. Squirrels sympathetically orgasm just by proximity, making it look like there's more leakage than there really is. The squirrelboys who took the place of condoms, though, they don't rupture and they don't slip off. In fact, four of them are fill-fucked-flooded so massively that several of your feet are standing upon their floofily swollen masses. The him upon your breasts looks a little dizzy, giving you a lengthy show of his slower transformation - a multitude of hands roaming across his broadening, widening hips, fapping his engorging sheaths and shafts, clenching his thighs as his thighs triple in volume, length and number. The way his heads grow in look like he's seperating from a three-way kiss.