Balros
sinks paws into the plush fur and flesh of a well-rounded, heavy-rumped panda.

Blanche
's upper body rides on top of what could be best described as a lower half that didn't belong to her, but rather one that she'd stolen from someone nearly twice her size.  Her hips explode outwards from her waist.  Her rump is a glorious shelf.  Her legs are robust, her thighs practically a world of their own.  "Ooh, adventurous!"

Balros
giggles, thickbig squirrelfingers sauntering saucily across the swells of your excessive size. The familiar pleasure of his touch spreads outwards with every stroke, a warm pressure that builds from within and soon expands outwards in creaking surges of growth. Thighs that thicken, legs that lengthen, and a rump that rounds as he kneads into it. "You say that like I haven't explored here before!" He chimes, stepping in front of you to spread your thighs wide, place his palms on your pelvis, and just press and hold as, over the course of three minutes, your legs swell and split apart, hips spreading four-wide. He briefly dips his paws between your side-sets of thighs, tracing two fingers over your nether regions to let plump pussies pop open.

Blanche
gets a dose of long-lasting pleasure, a certain inner bliss that makes her remain still, not daring to move a muscle for fear of putting an end to this background of euphoria.  At first, she figures that you're in a mere idle snuggly mood, but as the sensations concentrate, as she recognizes the all too obvious feelings shortly before her body expands, she realizes that what truly goes on... is a grow-tease.  Goodness, everything below her waist is oh so too large.  Hips that threaten doorframes when two wide - let alone four.  A rump for which each cheek would need its own chair.  Even her pussies are all visibly plump, seemingly trying to express that they're here too, part of the excess rather than lost in it.  She lets out a moan-exhale when her legs finally split into twins, her four long legs all spreading wide, working out the last few kinks in her muscles, the girl making a display of herself merely by stretching.  She can't help but giggle cutely at your antics, and in her attempt to cross her middle legs together, well... she hides one sex only for her to reveal two others.

Balros
wigglefloofs his lengthy tail behind him, giving a bright smile as you flex and figure out your new shape, 'specially when your shifting, lifting legs brush or bump him; little pump-jolts of growth each time you do, though the increased size gets evenly distributed across most of your body. The act of folding your middle legs pleasantly squishes your mons, while displaying your outer pussies makes them feel hot and appreciated. Despite the height your long legs bestow you, you're not that much taller than him while sitting; affording him somewhat easy access to the rest of your body as you sit prettily. Carefully climbing over your left legs to climb upon the bed you sit on, he stands on the covers to place his large hands on your slender shoulders. The pleasantly tingling fullness feeling fills your chest, nipples plumping stiff, the swells of breastflesh gaining cup sizes slowly. As he works and kneads into your shoulders, back and neck, the rising pressure gets relieved in intermittent spurts of growth; another vertebre for a longer neck or spine, a few more muscles for splitting arms, an additional pair of breasts to partake in some growth. Whereas your shoulders were hip-level to him to start, by the end of the back massage, he has to reach up above his head, and your neck is a few feet longer than that. With a single swipe of his paw from your collarbone, up your throat and to your chin, your tongue doubles and redoubles in length to spill out past your lips and haphazardly splat your own pussy, followed by two more. You can tongue yourself three times over, now.

Blanche
squeezes her legs together a little when you clamber up, the helpful panda-girl having a natural drive to make things easy for you.  Just squeezing her thighs is enough to make her plump sexlips bulge out, the very top parting open just enough to let you have the barest glimpse at a hood and a clit that seem oversized even for the sex they belong to.  "Hmmph, wow...  You...  You give honestly some of the best backrubs I've ever had.  Where did you learn that?"  She rubs at the beck of her insanely long neck with both of her right hands, the two left ones cupping the same breast quite simply because each pair is so buxom in their own right.  She can't say much more beyond her compliment: even though her head hovers a fair distance above her shoulders, enough to provoke envy into even giraffes, her triple tongues shoot out from between her lips, leaving her startled, an adorable little 'eep!' escaping her before everything comes to a rest!  She uncrosses her legs, spreads them a little, the girl staring down and beginning to explore her newfound appendages.  A blush colors the fur of her cheeks.  Her eyes lid, just a little.  She emits a quiet, pleased moan when those tentacle-like tongues all brush their tips along her slits.  All four hands converge on all four breasts, fingers lightly squeezing her overly thick nipples, entire palms barely able to conceal her massive, puffy areolae.  Her gaze passes over you but it's like she barely registers your presence.  To be honest... the appeal of her new body is just too good to resist.  The now eight-limbed panda reacts to your influence... by openly masturbating.  It doesn't take long before surrounding light shines glimmers upon her increasingly wet pussylips~

Balros
"Always had a talent for it," The squirrel purrs, as he takes a seat on the small section of your bed near the headboard that your hips haven't taken up yet. For a time, he simply... let's you come to terms with yourself, touching and exploring in ways that make you feel electric. Everything is just shy of being too sensitive, too good - your quivvering cunts as your tongues touch and explore, the tongues themselves as your taste your juicesand lick yourself, pert and stiff nipples that express a splashing fountain of milk at the slightest touch of your fingers. Whatever words he said next were likely lost as you find yourself impossibly flexible; as your tongues slurp within your sexes, you've been instinctively bending forward. Before you know it, your face is inches from your middlemost pussy, your cream-spraying breasts on either side of your downward-arched neck. You can taste how far deep you are within yourself, in all three cunts. Sliding off from the bed, he stands in front of you again - this time, placing his palm on the back of your head to gently squish your muzzle to your own petals, juuust enough so you can hold your head in place with your thighs. He then plucks and pets at your areolae, until they push and fatten out nearly as big as the breasts upon which they rest, engorged nipples that barely allow for fingertips to touch when wrapped around them.