Balros
Balros sits down on the large living room couch in your bunparent's house, sitting right next to you, holding hands. Bunmama and Bunpapa sit on chairs across from the couch, on the other side of a coffee table. Both of them look at you with reserved concern; you can tell they've seen your videos and your... public displays. They can see the squirrel and perceive him, which is all the worse for what he says. "We're dating." The words fatten in your amygdala, true despite your wish for them not to be. Still holding your hand, he reaches over with his other paw and strokes your long leg, your oversized bunnypaws practically on display on the floor.

LlunaBlue
She'd long since given up wearing shoes; her thick pads provide all the protection she needs now anyway. They tense as you stroke her leg, your paws raking through her fur feels like the unwanted gropes of a stranger who knows juuuust how she likes to be touched.
"We're in love," she murmurs unenthusiastically, but not because she didn't feel that love. It was like... belonging to him, being a possession of his. She might as well have been a robot programmed to pleasure him and she hated how that didn't feel like a bad thing!

Balros
The squirrel smiles bright and broad at your murmuring, his rounded ears perking at the pitterpatter thuming of your heart as the words tumble out. When your thighs tense up, the pleasure of just -having- large, sexy legs creeps in. It's quite obvious that neither of your parents' limbs resemble yours in size or length, particularly not the dinnerplate-sized paws that cap them. From time to time, the disapproving glances from your folks look down in bewilderment at your feet.

"I'm sure you've seen the footage by now," Balros continues, alluding to both your paws and the exhibitionist footage of you at the gym, on the bus, or in the city. You can visibly see both of your folk's faces twitch as the squirrel's truthspeaking shoves the content of those videos into their minds. They don't seem to recognize what he's doing to them. "You have to admit, she looks beautiful on camera." Their ears drop and their neck muscles strain slightly as they instually try to reconcile their sudden... attraction to their own changed daughter. Conservatively, they both nod in agreement, exchanging looks with each other, confused as to why they are agreeing.

LlunaBlue
The bunbun gives an empty smile "We... we've done much worse off-camera..." she again murmurs. She didn't plan on saying it, but out the words came anyway. Her semi-broken mind has begun half-accepting whenever your mere presence causes something involuntary such as this. She's not despising it any less, it's just... part of her feels that it's not worth fighting anymore.

And her pussy is on fire! It hasn't gone for the past week, ever since she'd been kicked off that bus! Not even with what happened after... "Well... maybe CCTV has caught some of it... mmnnff...--"

Balros
The squirrel lashes his tail in delight at your sinful utterance, and he notes that as you 'give up' in that way, how stiff your perky nipples become in your top. He stirs the fire of your loins and lust right in front of your family, your musky scent beginning to fume the air. "We're off camera now, so, let's give them a taste." He says to you, both your bunny parents reflexively licking their lips in unknown thirst.

Letting go of your hand, the squirrel reaches over your lap to curl his arm under your other thick thigh, and scoop his closer arm under your closer leg. He lifts your legs just enough so your big broad paws are on full display, one to each of your folks. "Don't you just love your daughter's paws? Aren't they the sexiest things you've ever seen?"

Both your folk's minds break immediately. Shock and lustful horror fresh in their eyes, they lurch forth from their chairs to fall onto their knees before your paws, and shove their faces right into your pawpads and toes. "Breed them both with your pawstink, dear." He murmurs, their clothes beginning to tighten as they inhale your scent and sweat. Letting go of your legs, he proceeds to bury his face into your crotch, pulling down your shorts just enough to expose your furred bushy muff, and begin to eat you out.