Balros With his big, strong handpaws and forearms, pulling you in is a feat of great force - and your utter lack of resistance ensures you're sunk, buried, smothered in his soft silky fur and inhaling his atmosphere. He draws your muzzle up from his chestfloof to share a smooch with you, scissoring muzzles, pressing lips together, sharing tongues. Standing front-to-front with you in such close and tight proximity, there's a lot of warmth shared, a lot of bulges and shapes pressing together, and a familiar tightness of clothing. "Since it's been a while, would you be up for some RP fuckery, and do you have any specific lusts I can slake?" There's a heated, hormonal pressure building up inside you, as if your corruptions have been pent up and are aching for release. LlunaBlue "Rhhhhfff..." Hearing your offer to play with any particular lusts that might be in her mind is akin to being offered choices off an unrestricted menu by the world's best chef. She can feel the blood flowing through her own body and the throbbings of anticipation for the wild ride that will soon follow. "Gawd, hun... allow me to search my mind...! I know that there have been a few things that I've intended to mention to you the next time an opportunity comes up. Some things that are somewhat new..." She grins at you then starts to ponder what to mention... Balros He seems to know well the choice paralysis when offered so many options, and continues pressing, grinding, petting you while you -attempt- to think. He hasn't taken his paws off your ass, and the pressure of hormonal lust continues to rise in you - he can smell it. "Of course, rather than ask for or explain it, we could just... go with what we're inspired with." He chrrs, a few threads on your shorts starting to pop as your butt fills out bigger, and a bunny tail springs out from just above it, flitting against your larger fox tail. Heat fills your paws and toes, socks and shoes beginning to stretch, larger lapine toes pushing out between your vixen digits. Bunny scents and instincts mingle with fox. LlunaBlue She gasps... but oddly. Her usual foxy voice has the faint echo of a familiar bunbun's accompanying it, as if her voice box is in the early stages of developing another one atop itself. She wriggles her expanding butt needily as it bursts out of her jeans and starts to be pushed down by the weight of new buttcheeks forming above it. Her eyes lock gazes with yours. "Oooofft... yes, she is my favourite host!" With the echo of bunniness to her, she sounds absolutely possessed. "Despite this girl's indecision, I know exactly what I would like, hun... quite simply, I want to incept the essence of my form into others... and I don't want it to be done quietly. Rrrh... Incept Bunny!" Balros He can see the flexing of your throat muscles as your voicebox begins to change as well, vocal chords being strung by fox and bun together. Every new way that you change feels like you're able to release some of that hot, pleasurable pressure, only for it to be replaced with a deeper, heatful need. Unlike other transformations, you're not really losing any vixenishness, but still gaining more and more gray-and-blue furred bunny. He kisses your brow as twin long lapine ears spring out just behind your fox triangles. When you lock your gaze to his, he has to choose which set of eyes to stare into - Lluna's below, or the larger Judy's above, a slightly larger skull to fit hormone-swamped bunnybrain and foxbrain together. All this excites him - his large lap bulges forward against your groin and lowest pair of breasts. "Oooh, that sounds hot as hell, LlunaJudy. I know the perfect place." He takes your eight-fingered handpaw in his huge four-fingered paw, and steps to the side of you to walk hand-in-hand through the entrance to a mall. Some people notice you but he takes you to the first clothing store that's open. There's a teen yellow-furred pony at the cash register, leaning against a stool, and a few other furs browsing for clothes. LlunaBlue The combination of Lluna and Judy existing as one entity is a particularly dangerous one. The bunny's need to grow within others and spread her influence alongside the vixen's need for explosiveness and pregginess manifests as a corruption of a particular flavour... one that their victims feel building within them over the course of a few minutes. A few minutes of agonisingly intensifying pressure before release. The bunvix picks up a nearby shirt and brings it to the checkout, staring down her first victim as she rings it up. "That'll be $17.53, ma'a.. aaaahm..." Her fate was sealed as soon as she stares into the bunvix eyes. It was like she could focus on both pairs at once, and like something new was being transferred into her brain and body. The pony-victim is too struck by the sensation to do anything but grip the counter and begin panting as the strange blue lady sauntered away, two fat cunnies on view for all to see as they throb larger. Balros Balros stays quite close by to you, not too close as to interrupt what you're going to do to these mallgoers, but close enough to see, smell, and hear everything that your... influence is doing. Those poor shorts of his might need replacement if he gets any more turned on, threads starting to pop. More threads pop as he walks up right next to you in front of the counter as you attempt to 'pay' for what you've found. The yellowpone's eyes blur and flutter as she grips the counter and pants harder and harder, streaks of blue fur crawling over her yellow pelt. She grits her teeth and strains with new pressures, new needs, new thoughts that fill her out. Her skinny clothes tighten quickly as bunny curves and size push her body outwards, thickening her and widening her hips. Long blue ears spill down the back of her head - and like the snap of a rubber band, her head stretches upwards and slightly larger to make room for her new Judybrain. Balros looks into her/your new eyes and smiles, running a hand over your ass to lift your tail and show off your twin pussies as you walk away. A dual pony-bunny voice moans out in lust; a second pair of blue arms pushes out from her sides, immediately diving into her crotch to stroke and slick both of her dual cunts, too. Satisfied that the ponybun's corruption is progressing well, Balros leaves to follow you. Another customer, a skunk with a few dresses to buy, steps up in his place, only to have her eyes met with desperately horny Judy eyes and hornily desperate pony eyes. She drops the clothes and clutches her head, moaning with dual voices - only to be quieted when the JudyPone leaps over the counter to kiss her hard and try to tear her clothes off. LlunaBlue LlunaJudy gives a double-giggle as she passes by you, stroking your face in appreciation for both your corruptive gift and the playground you've provided for her to run around in. Both of her tails swish and help waft an olfactorial form of her corruption around the store; comparatively slow-acting, with exposure to a single particle likely to cause multiple months of an increasing feeling of pressure before their Judy side bursts forth. She continues sauntering around the store, passing by a raccoon guy and smacking him on the butt, using velocity to kick-start his impending Judification. Further on, she brushes her paw against a giraffe lady's arm, and further still she forcefully french kisses an already-pregnant hyena woman. During this, the skunk woman's new eyes have formed and her skull has expanded, her passionate dual-moans met with the additional two of the Judepone. Extra legs form and wrap around extra hips, desperately trying to fuck more buns into one another. Balros *He squirrelsighs happily as your foxpaw/bunpaw, with eight fingers (four larger than the other four), caresses over his face and cheek. He loves to inhale your potent scent, working on him as just ultrapotent pheremones. He's practically nude but for his vest now, displaying his two-foot pink prick that's excited for the rampantly contagious transformations overtaking others in the store. He often has to catch up to you after each person you corrupt, savoring those initial stages of growth and transformation again, and again, and again. Their own endowments are soon on display through ripped shirts, burst skirts, exploded tops and bras, detonated shoes. He leaves a trail of musky pre where you leave a trail of corrupted individuals. The raccoon guy finds himself compelled to start twerking and wobbling his big bunny butt, even as his sheath grows larger and a big pink bunnycock pushes out just below his growing raccoondick, a second pair of Judy nuts dropping into his sac, both his... her members flinging hyperpotent bunspunk. The giraffe lady loses control of her multifingered hand and arm, starting to grope and masturbate herself as Judy overcomes more and more of her lanky body. The hyenawoman's belly begins to swell larger and fuller the second your lips meet hers, the outline of large bunny paws showing from her belly as her kits are converted. Balros finally catches up to you when you're at the entrance of the store to the mall, your practically naked body on full display. Stumbling a bit next to the bunnifying yeen, he swiftly discovers that you have four legs now, one set right behind the other - his cock plunging (totally by accident of course) into the centralmost sex, the inertia sinking him deep into your not-tauric depths and causing his heavy furred balls to whump the back of your bigger hind legs, and your own fattened-full quad of bunnynuts. He shudders and groans as your depths clench, and unloads a fat burst of cum into your wombs.