Balros Up for a late night quickie? Foxaholic Sure~ Got something in mind? BalrosLast Being roommates with the squirrel meant... changes. In the first few days of sharing an apartment, you had to jerk off way more often, and your fat red fox cock felt bigger every time. You had a girlfriend, but after two weeks of almost constant fucking, she was clearly pregnant and couldn't keep up - and you were showing some plump girlbelly, yourself, along with a fattening pair of vixenish breasts. For his part, he did his best to clean up after you in the apartment, from the pre-splattered floors and bathroom shower stall, to the bloated condoms you'd leave everywhere. Foxaholic The condoms were a persistent problem that only grew worse over time. Especially when Vic's libido finally outpaced his girlfriend's. The softening fox reached a point where he wore one constantly, if only to keep his pre from becoming an injury risk on another floors. They started to pile up as he filled them in hours, and eventually minutes. Pants became a thing of the past, as changing them grew to be too much a hassle and marked the end of his modesty. It wasnt in common to find him masturbating in the living room, surrounded by cloudy and viscous water balloons, filling the space with the scent of his lust Balros Balros slid behind you as you sat on the couch and poured out a fresh load into a fresh condom, caressing across your furred shoulders and back until his large handpaws cup and heft your breasts. His fluffy chest presses to your back and neck; he takes a deep whiff of your foxmusk, as you inhale his squirrelscent. Without warning, he slips a condom over your fat dark nipples - letting you feel the languid, slow growth of your nipples into engorged foxtodd erections, replete with fat balls hanging from your areolae. Lush orgasms begin to pump through your tits, as unending as your balls. "You're coming in nicely~!" He chimes. "Your girlfriend's not gonna be able to keep up~" He giggles, flisking his tail. Your pregnancy lurches forward a full month further to term. FoxaholicLast Whatever implications the squirrel was hinting at go in one ear and out the other as orgasmic pleasure floods the fox. Just one source was almost routine, but the pulsing bliss radiating from his chest reset his resistence. His back arches against Balros's fluff, and his plush, motherly hips grind down into Balros's lap. The condom between his thighs floods and inches towards the floor, racing toward and surpassing bean-bag sized. His chest cocks are not quite as virile, though could still shame a stallion. A tide of feminine arousal soaks Balros's lap with the lurch in pregnancy, and Vic gathers just enough coordination to rub his tight belly and bask in the fluttering pleasure within Balros stirs and grind a huge volume of squirrelsheath against that plush, feminine foxboy butt, happy to firm and swell stiffly against that grinding, wriggling pressure of plump, furred rumpflesh. "Good girl," He croons in your ear, the word alone causing your muscles to gently bulge thicker and more masculine. What socks you wore were now tearing apart around your heavy black-socked pawpads, thick vulpine toes on a feral-like footpaw. Helpfully, the squirrel slides his hands across your engorged erection to replace the condom with a fresh one, capturing most of your spooge mid-stream. Your cock grows a little longer, thicker, and bigger. As his cock begins to sink into the depths of your rump, you feel the fox kits in your womb swell faster. Two full grown vixens soon shoving their way past your pussylips, past the squirrel and your fattened ballsacs, and out onto the floor. Each one sits on your leg and begins to suck on your nipplecocks, while the squirrel pumpfucks you from behind. Foxaholic Lost in shuddering, compounding bliss, Vic hardly notices his growing feral stompers. Nor does he notice the growth creeping up his figure in their wake. Big paws mean a wide frame, and his hips widen to proper brood-mother proportions to make that fact true. His plump rear only gets plumper around Balros, squishing around his comparatively slim frame until almost nothing is visible. Vic does however notice the vixens in his lap, and he cups the back of their heads and holds them to his lewd reserves while he cums and cums. His belly surges and swells against the vixens, concealing the outline of Balros's cock in his belly and giving the pair something to grind against. The couch begins to groan with everyone's combined and growing weight, but the wooden pops and cracks are hardly enough to distract anyone from the moment Balros rolls and pumps his hips blissfully hard and heavily, ploughing up and back into that deliciously soft, deep male-herm backside. His heavy nuts smack and slap against the back of your sac and your plump pussy. Your handpaws are rather huge, easily swallowing the skulls and ears of your vixenish daughters, forcefeeding them from your cum-gushing nipplecocks on your G-cup breasts. They squirm, hug and hump against you, their own sheaths and sacs growing in to paint your fur with girlspunk. They try to slip some condoms on too, but there's not many left. With a hearty groan, Balros pours a powerful pump of squirrel cum into your belly, and you feel more daughters filling out your womb in response. Both your hyperherm daughters pull back from you, wiping their maws of the nipplecock-spunk you've fed them gallons of. They grab your wallet and throw on some of your clothes, and head out to buy more condoms, walking swiftly on long vixeny legs.