Balros
You were just cliopping channels to find some cartoons, when you'd flipped to some... oddly animated channels. The curves, the shapes, the colors, the sounds... they were so strange to your young mind, but seeing them made your body feel so strangely good, too. The motions and moaning of the characters put a heat (and heft) to your unnaturally fertile womb, and fattened your panties with a new sheath and sac. Your shirt was slowly stretching around two pairs of filling-out foxtits, and your young butt plumped out to overflow your panties and pajamas. By the time Balros returns from ordering pizza, you were a gravidly pregnant hermfox.

LlunaBlue
You'd been thinking the weird pops, creaks and groans that you could hear were just the phone line, but your brow furrowed once you'd finished ordering the pizza and could still hear them. Rushing back to the living room, the young fox girl you'd been babysitting barely looks the same, her eyes widened cartoonishly large in surprise and pleasure as she gropes herself. The rubbery creaking noises aren't stopping, and her burgeoning curves unevenly warp and pulse while they grow; the cartoon characters on the screen seeming to point and giggle directly at her!

Balros
*Stepping back into the room, he could see you visibly growing, from your enlarged head and eyes to your rotund belly, and hyperfertile endowments. The cartoons on the screen giggle and laugh and make lewd motions and suggestive comments, sparking a burst of drool from your muzzle as you belt out obscenities far more mature for your age. He rushes over to try to turn off the TV.... only to see the 'original' you appear on-screen as an animated character, almost mirroring your physical self. He can't seem to turn the power off, and the show's characters start to grope, pet, stroke, and tease your animated self, furthering your growth and mutations.*