Ecylpse So they don't really act on the desire but they're just... at the peak of it, is the idea? Balros Simultaneously wanting to fap and cum and fuck others, while trying not to. Ecylpse Aaaaah Okay! I understand I'll give this a ponder, it's quite a unique concept You're walking down in the mall, just idly shopping, but also you're late for work so you can't get up to your usual activites. Gotta get in there, get a new suit and walk out. But each step and each store, you keep looking on at the clothing stores and the unique bodytypes in really sensual clothing showing off their bodies. You throb and bite your lip passing by a window of a panty shop, a scantily clad beaver looking in the mirror, and you just end up undressing her with your eyes, while trying to get to the Fur Warehouse. Huffing, and trying to shove your growing length down your pants to not be noticed, while leaking all over yourself and leaving a trail of cum behind as you keep looking over to the food court, each sight of various creatures, staring at a bulge of a zebra in tight pants, looking over at a seagull trying on a top and getting a peek of underboob. You're a few stores down, trying to keep a straight face and your breath steady as you keep throbbing and huffing, face turning red as you keep leaking. You get to the suit fitters, and the secretary bird at the counter takes a look at your pants. "New clothes today?" She grins a bit as your entire body is drenched in sweat and cum, even leaking milk out of your nipples as you swell a few cup sizes. She takes a measuring tape to get your size, and you try to just utter your size. The rope just glazes along your length and you choke up on words as you keep trying to hold your orgasm in. You can barely say words as she gets your clothing ready, and you go into the dressing room to try them on, but sliding the pants off makes you gush mass amounts of cum within the stalls of the changing room. Balros The squirrelfloof just can't keep his eyes off places they don't belong, a paw above his crotchbulge as he throbs as he walks. Gods, he hasn't stopped cumming, each pulse of spunk increasingly more. Yet every critter he passes by, they find themselves inexplicably aroused as well, as if taking some of the pressure the squirrel is producing. He looks cutely up at the bird as his breasts push open his shirt, and by the time she's finished measuring him she's gone up a few cup sizes herself. Once in the dressing room he strips, spooge painting the wall ina constant, heady gush. His seed douses several of the other stalls and its occupants. A skunkboy sitting in another stall is splattered with a fat rope of squirrelseed. The pungent smell and potent heat from the ivory goo is overpowering at first, but the mephit finds his body... changing to like it. To love it. To need it. Why did he have such a...not hunger, something else for it? An urge. An itch in the back of his mind linked to the itching of his double buttholes and fat taint, the itching of his pussy, the itching of his sheath and womb and mouth and tits and arms.... Balros was so distracted by his ongoing orgasm that he doesn't notice a sultry skunkherm enter the stall with him. Ecylpse huffs, taking a breath as he steps closely along, biting his lip as he takes a breath in to look at the orgasming squirrel, the closer to your scent the more aroused and intensely defocused he gets, not noticing the growing and craving need from his lower half, although his legs tremble as pre and wet drips of juices trail down his legs, biting his lips~ "T-this is you doing...mmf..." The skunkherm exhales.. "this.." Eclypse trails off, sheath bulging and his hand along his shaft, tugging your pants lower enough and raising your shirt up, and softly leaning in to brush his soft fur along your body, belly pressing up against your fluffy back and his hands reaching over to your developing and swelling breasts, mouth hanging open with drool, as with a soft grind of his hips, rubs his taint and pussy all along your tail, and feels just a need... a craving.. Eclypse shaking as it feels like he got a sudden buzz, and his length flares up and outward, immediately gushing against your back. You can't stop orgasming, and all you can think consciously is being late for work, but you're overpowered by your own mind needing to keep letting loose, just one more gush and pump of milk, and being pinned by a skunkboi as he lets off a sudden urge, pussy dripping wet and oozing over your tail as he relaxes to a point he gushes purple smoke, blushing embrassed at how much attention they're causing as he turns you over, the skunk presenting himself and lifting his tail, both massive puckers and his cunny in full view, balls dangling, his fluffy tail teasing and coaxing you~ Balros Balros drunkenly looks up at the gorgeous skunkboyherm, watching the flicker of facial features shifting as he.. shi, changes and grows and orgasms. The squirrel's gaze is intense and soulful, almost satisfying that itch everywhere... almost. Flaring it far worse and heavier. Plumes of pink pheremone gas billows from beneath the mephit's tail, streaming through the entire store, a fog of fuckneed. But the skunk just keeps spraygassing harder... and harder, more intense every grunt. Body straining and hot with the ever-rising levels of production of gas, of cum, of hormones, of lust. Weakened by his unstopping orgasm too, the squirrel sluggishly scrambles back on the bench in the stall, inadvertently spreading his thighs at the same time your big fluffy sheath surges bigger. Yawning open around the fat bell of a second immense pink dick, one even more erect and throbbingly enraged than your upper cock. The second pair of balls are bigger and more productive as well. More and more 'second' parts of you grow in, as your arousal doubles... Balros is trapped beneath the relaxed, fluffy, soft, plump and yet incredibly horny skunkboyherm, trying to sum up the willpower to make his own growing body to move how he wants. Time seems so slow, and he feels just too good with the building pressure atop him. The crowd of people squirming outside the stall to get a peek and snap a photo and masturbate in desire for more pheremones, more hotness to relieve their pressure. Soon, social media and TV channels begin to broadcast the epidemic of hyper-excess and growth, anyone seeing the orgy beginning to transform as welll. Ecylpse leans backward, stroking both of his shafts, and you feel his flush second pair of balls along your legs and your feet, pussy juices just freely gushing from his soft fluffy orbs and against your legs, still blasting pheremones in your lap and spilling over as an audience has developed.. You look over at the time... 8:51AM. You still try to be optimistic about work but is basically pinned against his rump and inhailing more smoke, your need and cravings spilling as you gush uncontrollibly from your plump breasts, nipples spraying as they splutter ropes, before splitting into multiple nipples and your length throbs fully hard and presses onto his pussy, Eclypse leaning in and riding, your body throbbing and your arms fall along his sides and stroking his hips and out of your control, your face super red and your mouth hung open, shuddering as you gotta take care of business, but your subconscious is too busy taking care of it's own needs. The door opens, and your mind goes foggy as your eyes darts around the store, a porcupine ass deep into a larger, thick bodied sheep, her little sis sporting massive breasts that jet out as a brute thick mouse titfucks right in the nipple of her massive cockgushes, the other nipple deep into a rabbit's thick, hyper pussy, her massive knocked up belly bouncing along as it swell larger, and your view is blocked by the thick bird cock of the secretary bird, her soft feathers tickling against your breasts, taller than the two and pressing her knotted length into your mouth. You have to work, a small feeling keeps repeating, that one percent of thought squished with pleasure with the rest of your brain as you just suckle and slurp and deep thoat the bird's shaft, her hips thrusting as she immediately knots into your cheeks and rams herself in, kneeling on your breasts while you thrust and buck into Eclypse, and your balls swell larger while you keep trying to hold in the gush of cum that keeps developing from all that pleasure. Your boss calls. The pig on facetime, saying no words, simply stroking along with a lick. "When you come in, see me in my office." He huffs as you can hear the whoops of the crowd around the stalls from the computer he sits next to before hanging up. The skunk and the bird picks up rhythm and pace, forcing you to fuck and gulp their lust and you keep feeling the grip of your cravings weakening in seconds.