LlunaBlue
Y'doing alright, hunsies~?

Balros
grins big and broad Yesssss.

LlunaBlue
My, what big front teeth you have~

Balros
Shows off his squirrely buckteeth to the curious yellowpone
"That's right. LlunaBloom, all the better to nibble some nuts."

LlunaBlue
The little pone's eyes widen a little at hearing something so forward, and so lewd! The knowledge of precisely what he's alluding to seeps into her young mind just because his words are corruptive enough to make it so.

"That... mmnnh, that sounds like a lot of fun..."

Balros
Corrupting the innocent is just what he loved to do - and it was so effetive, too. Not only did your eyes widen at new realization, but he could see your eyes actually grow -larger-, taking up a more cartoonishly proportionate amount of your pretty head. "Oh, nuts are just the best. Nuts and seed, very closely related. A farm girl like you should know that."
While he's talking, he gently takes your hands in his big paws, stroking until your fingers merge together into soft and pretty hooves, useless for picking anything up

LlunaBlue
The sensation of being held by the delightfully... compelling... squirrel makes her eyes cross and her tongue stick out as her face cartoonifies further... and deeper withing her head, too. She gives off cute little moans as her brain starts to throb to the rhythm of her expanding heart. It defies conventional physics as it actively wrinkles and expands within her skull, filling up with intelligence and imagination geared purely towards "planting" all the seed that can fit inside this needy farm girl...!

Balros
The shifts, the transformations, they are slow... pleasurable. Like a throbbing pressure within you, growing and pushing out, a building heat and a rising need. Soon he has a brilliantly corrupted semi-anthro yellow-furred ponygirl in overalls in front of him, standing on two legs, but with forelegs instead of hands. Near the end of the transformation, he leans in to plant a smooch on your forehead - and swiftly your overalls get very snug as the top fills with DD-cup breasts, and your crotch fills with DD-cup crotchboobs, too. "Looks like you're ripe and in season, too. The wonders of genetically modified crops." He smirks, pulling your shorter body in for a snug that squishes both your hot sets of tits against his huge squirrelboy bulge.

LlunaBlue
Pressing her body against yours was simultaneously ecstasy and agony; both the incredible feeling of rubbing her plump tits against a huge and thick dick, and the frustration of her damn overalls being in the way. Just one thin piece of material! Her moans and cries as she frantically humps and squeezes you are the most desperate you've ever heard. Slowly but surely, she's able to will herself to get juuuust a teensy bit larger, thicker and more plump in an effort to burst out of her prison.

"Nnnhhh... darling, nnnGGGFF--!! F-f-fucking HELP me, I need iiit!"

Balros
*For all of your growing parts, the sensitivity was the worst. Every touch was erogenous, every rub was like fire, sending more hormones to a brain already overflooded with hormones. He was warm and smelled -so- good, just inhaling his scent made your tits feel tighter, fuller with milk, and both your butt and cunt burn with the urge to get fucked hard. He is gentle, too gentle, the desperation and frenetic need building rapidly within you unsatisfied by his tenderness. Creaks and stretching sounds reverberate off your body as your feverish desire translates to actual -growth-; making you taller as your legs stretch longer, wider as your hips and waist fill out, thicker as your ass fills out more and more fuckable. Worst of all, he just keeps teasing, rolling his hips to grrrriiiiiind his clothed, heated cock against your body.

"You farm folk are sure pretty loud. Not many folks around to hear?" He teases, stroking the side of your large head as you scream over his shoulder.

In the barn, a nonanthro Applejack hears the screaming pleas of her horny sister, but the sounds do something to her. She shudders as her skull expands and a fat second brain perches right on top of her own, flooded with lusty Applebloom thoughts.