Balros Balros snaps his fingers. "Mitosis, Lluna. now." LlunaBlue gasps, then gives a moan that becomes stereo as her head splits down the middle:- a schlorping, latexy, creaking and popping noise emnating from her as a second self forms and wrenches herself free. Balros As soon as your head begins to split and your new eyes push in, he steps forward to openly paw and palm over you, groping your faces, heads, shoulders, chests... all over you as you wrench into two of yourself, as obedient as physically impossible. "Good girls, good foxgirls." He scruffles the backs of both of your ears, letting your skulls buzz and new minds try to orient. Thoughtfully, he makes each foxgirl an individual, unlinked to any other. LlunaBlue Unlinked to any other in mind, perhaps, but in lustful feelings for... most certainly the sexy squirrel who'd so easily commanded she... they do such an impossible thing. As they're scritched, shudders of joy and happiness shoot through them, and the image of you as their Master manifests. A Master that must be loved on, but also shared so that each Lluna can be happy. Balros He lets each vixen breathe deep of his rich and nutty musk, press their nude and fluffy bodies againt him and soak up his pleasure just from contact alone. He gets his own lungfulls of fresh foxes, exhaling lushly. "I didn't say stop." He murmurs to one, eliciting a hot whine from both of you as the stress and pressure of cloning begins anew. Only half as quickly this time. LlunaBlue The adorable, urgent whining intensifies ever while they both embrace you and kiss all over your face... and you feel the waists pressed against you widen and double first. more legs rub seductively against your thighs, and then you feel more breastflesh pressing needfully into your floof, before finally you feel four hot, moaning lips smooching you~~ Balros He's piled onto and surrounded by more and more blue-furred fuckfoxes, loving those four-legs-wide hips that gradually split into multiple waists. He huffs and groans as he's licked, smooched, nibbled and kissed, his squirrely taste so savory to a fox. As is natural. He wraps his arms around the two Llunas at his side and plunges thickbig pawfingers into their sexes, kneading and grinding in. For the fox in front of him, she's bouncing on his sheath and sac, breasts pillowing to his floofy chest. The fourth fox behind him gets nearly swallowed up in squirreltail and fogged in scent. LlunaBlue Perhaps it would've been somewhat manageable if it were to stop here... but as you'd told them already, you've yet to say stop. The Lluna in front lets out a cry as her pussy throbs and splits, shoving your thick spire solely down one avenue as the other forms. The two Llunas to either side feel their torsos wrap around behind them, breasts on their "backs* as if they were a book being opened, only to pop apart once fully wrapped around. The Lluna breathing in your nutty fragrance seems a little further affected than the others, and merely arches her back to shoot out a new Lluna behind her, giggling in quite the maniacal stupor as she does so. Balros His shaft swells and plunges upwards, hot and heavy, filling and stretching that clenching, heated passage of pussy - as the sex beside it throbs and aches in proximate pleasure. Nerves shared, then split, fresh with the memory of aheavy fuck. The fox in front of him peels into a second behind herself, the experience coaxing fat spurts of heavythick squirrelseed into her depths. Her ovaries bloating fat into a foursome, her next clone promising to just as pregnant as she. He sprawls back atop two - four, six - foxes that spill out of his huge tail, burying a few more of you under his heavyhuge nuts. Balros Petpets LlunaBlue A chorus of rhhhhffs surround you~ Balros Curiously, Balros kneads his fingers across one of your crotches, conducting pleasurable mutations until a fluffy vixen face and head has grown right there LlunaBlue A fluffy vixen face that seems all too eager to slurp and kiss your paw, and whining if it cannot reach~ Balros *He giggles and leans forward where he sits, at eye-level with this crotchmaw, looking into her eyes. "You're the one in charge of this body." He says, glancing up at the other Lluna and giving her a big grin before looking back at the fluffy foxface. "She's just along for the ride." LlunaBlue Any fox in their rightful state of mind would have a confused or fearful expression, but this one right here, with a copy of their face where their pussy should be and as sensitive as one, is all too lost in the flood of sensations to care all too much... instead, you are immediately pushed over and presented face to pussy-face, eager to feel your tongue exploring within~! Balros Muzzle to muzzle, he begins to kiss, smooch, scissor squirrelface to foxface, his hands rubbing your thighs. His tongue licking deep and twisting with her tongue; your whole body spasms and twitches as her impulses and sensations war with yours. Another mind in your body, wresting control from you, her lust overwhelming your own. Balros redoubles the intensity of the kissing, sharing saliva and drinking pussymaw juice... you feel a hot twinge in your crotch as your crotchfox head grows a little bigger, and wrests control of your thighs and hips from you. Even your prostate within your tailstar begins to throb as your lapfox mutates you a lil' more to keep you overwhelmed with pleasure, let her take control of even more of you. You even feel your asscheeks swell and fill out plumper and rounder. Balros just keeps smooching on as she wags your tail. LlunaBlue Her pussyhead's control is simply too powerful, her prostate mutating to becoming its brain, serving both the function of building arousal and of driving her body's actions. Her prostate throbs more and more strongly, firing the commands to give into the pleasure, to mutate further, to deeply feel what her pussyface wants... and that is to mutate and to become the perfect fuckbeast for her wonderful squirrel mate! Her thighs are squeezeing your face even as you kiss; a warm, sweaty, inescapable feminine musk surrounds your head, and as her thighs fatten obscenely, its intensity only grows. Balros He glances up at you from time to time to see the flushed look of heated pleasure on your face, of the stress and tension and loss of control, of budding pressure as the pleasure becomes nearly unbearably good. Sweat beads on your furry face, and he loves to feel the clenched jaws of your crotchfox head as she masturbatorrily mutates you and overwhelms you like you're her pussy. Pulling back after five minutes of pure kissing, strands of saliva-estrus between his lips and hers, he glances up at you again - or he would, if the sexual aggression of your crotchmaw hadn't urgently compelled a surge of thick thigh-growth, violently broadening your hips and clamping huge legs around his head. His face bulges like a squeedgee toy. His paws urgently papff at the fat globes of your huge butt. LlunaBlue Within your blue marshmallow hell of thigh fat, you hear giggles. "Ballie, my love, ooooh... I'm sorry, I just can't let you go... I think you're going to, mmmnnff--- have to convince me..." Her weight is definitely increasing on you, as her body makes every effort to improve itself for you by piling on the curves. If there's such a thing as loving you too much, then suffocating you with her perfecting body is probably so. As sultrily as she said you need to convince her, it might be the only way she can ask for help...! Balros His head is soon enveloped in ploofy fox thigh fur and fat, twitching muscle straining thicker beneath an ocean of plush softness. There's still plenty light leaking in, however, as a gap between your thighs is enforced by the large vulpine head yearning towards him, large triangle ears attuned to his grunts and squeaks. Squinting through one eye, he can see her irisis have reshaped into hearts - hearts that glow sharper and brighter as her nose smooshes to his. He's carrying nearly all your weight on his shoulders now, both that of your thickened legs and widened hips and ass, and of your gradually thickening upper body too, breasts pillowing out full and heavyfirm. You can feel your own head thickening with MILFy softness, though your eyes remain... sane. Straining, the squirrel puuushes his head up to try to get a breath and say something. As he breathes in, a more defined reality shapes around you - the ring on your finger from your husbandfox, the school lunchbox on the counter from your foxdaughter. "B-because, you.. already have a family!" He squeaks.