Sypress leans up on the tips of her toes, all six breasts leaking streamers of milk as the shortstack batty herm kisses Balros on the nose. Balros sweetsmooches such a cutie! Balros *The squirrel smacks his lips a couple times, thoughtfully, then turns to scrutinize the lil'big battygirl that he was just smooching with. His girlfriend was too cute, too sexy, too potent, all completely normal. THen it hits him, ding! "You're one of her daughters, isn't that right?" He asks, kneeling down to place his handpaws on your fat hips. Sypress looks herself over, tilting her head this way and that in such a way that her impractically large ears wobble, threatening to topple. "Am I? I didn't even notice!" She said. She was an exact clone-daughter of herself, complete with six milk-streaming breasts, a swollen belly that betrayed her rampant hyper-fertility, and a luxuriously soft, plump pussy that squished and otherwise gushed between her thighs with every step~ Balros Your short stature only made your ears and big pretty eyes seem all the larger, all the cuter. All the sexier, with your lusciously plump breasts flowing with milk, and that heavenly squirrel-addicting belly that's perhaps put on a few additional pounds in the moments after the squirrel's kiss. "The little details can't escape me! Your flavor is a little bit different." His large handpaws knead and squeeze on those fertile bathips, mauling your fat butt, shameless about the pouring gushes of estrus spurting pint after pint from your puss. Sypress doesn't even seem to notice her profuse production of estrus despite the volume! All she can do is lean, pressing into Balros' big mitts and mashing that fecund belly against his midriff. "Different? You mean not pregnant?" She quipped, the mere mention of the word 'pregnant' coaxing a muted groan from her packed belly, her womb packing on several more pounds, further enhancing her fertility. It won't be long before the mere touch of the squirrel has her swelling with life! Balros A lush shudder flushes through the squirrel as this gorgeous, gorgeous battyherm presses her profound bellyswell and breasts against him; someone so fucking cute nestled up riiight against him, face to face, sharing sweet breath and sweeter sex scents. "Not... pregnant? Yet." He huffs, chewing on his lower lip as your belly -swells- against him, fur impossibly soft, flesh impossibly warm and sweet. His handpaws squeeze tighter at your fat butt, but your rampantly rising fertility pushes his fingers back apart with even more assfat. Below, his knees are pushed apart as his shaft lurches to life and swells, rising against the literal tide of juice pouring from your engorged sex. Problem is, /he/ said the word Pregnant too. Sypress As if to meet the surging squirreldick, her pliant and plush mound bulges against the topside of that erection, the simple suggestion of pregnancy makes for a massive lurch in that middle, rounding it out with the little battyherm's terrific fertility. Standing under four feet tall, even the largest of breeders would have trouble matching her sheer productivity. "Not pregnant yet." She said, leaning up onto her toes, subjecting Balros to her overly curvaceous form as it surges again, her ass becoming a veritable shelf. "Though, I could stand to be pregnant." She grinned, her sextet of breasts heaving upward over the curve of her belly, areola engorged with milk. Balros Every utterance of the fertile word seems to pour molten fertility into you and fill out out to an egregious degree. The huge bell head of his shaft squelches against the plush entrance of your sex, soaking his length in the waterfall of your estrus. When you push up onto your toes, his groans are muffled by the sudden surgeswell of your midriff, rotund bat belly mashing right to his face. Even his large handpaws and thickbig digits can't encompass your asscheeks anymore, too much fuckable butt to hold onto. Still kneeling, he shifts as if to try to push himself past your flow and into your sex proper... only for your 'pregnancy' to finally detonate and slam a brand new clone right down onto his dick, her hips and her lowest pair of breasts jutting from your sex. He pulls and hugs at you to try to stuff in deeper, unloading gallons of spunk into her, rounding out her middle big as yours. Sypress The effect is not merely duplicated in her own clonedaughter, but the clonedaughter within that clonedaughter too! A triplet of immense, plush, fuckable backsides strain the engulg that turgid squirreldick, three plush pussies all gushing simultaneously. Of course, the clonedaughter furthest in is eventually dislodged by the pressure of more battyherm daughters surging into being, eager to take their turn upon the squirrel's dick and swell with their own clonedaughters. Within minutes, Balros is surrounded by a cadre of shortstack bats either gushing their potent estrus, birthing clonedaughters, or busily railing one another with fat-knotted dogdicks~