FSE

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The life of an inventor can be a thankless one. You can have all the technological skill and business acumen to make you a formidable entrepreneur, but all of that gets thrown out the window if you can't fulfill a particular niche that a potential customer is looking for. For a budding innovator like Chris, that could spell doom for him if he weren't able to find a calling that interested others, and it would appear like he'd be headed down that path if he hadn't figuratively bumped into Atlas.

Atlas seemed to be the polar opposite of what Chris was; whereas Chris was a reserved inventor who preferred to stay out of the limelight, Atlas was way more of a people-person. The burnt-orange-furred yordle was a charmer, and his affable nature allowed him to network with a lot of his compatriots. So when he had heard of another one of his kin setting up shop in the bustling city of Piltover, he had to meet the other yordle as it meant another contact that he could form a mutually beneficial relationship with. The two of them exchanged letters as he wasn't able to get to the city right away due to taking care of some important business in Noxus. The message he received in reply was a tad... strange, but it all made sense when the two of them finally met in person.

One of Atlas' best assets was his athletically trim body, which he'd used to win the hearts of other yordlefolk if his words weren't persuasive enough. He'd developed it from his many travels over the incredibly varied lands of Runeterra and it was honestly something he was proud of. Compared to Chris, however, he looked like a twig.

The gray-and-white-furred yordle possessed a body more befitting a warrior, or even barbarian, rather than anyone even remotely associated with science. Whereas Atlas' chest was moderately defined to the point where there was a bit of heft when felt up, Chris' pecs, meanwhile, jutted out a considerable degree in front of him. The designer wasn't alarmed when he saw the other yordle's reaction as most people he encountered ended up speechless as well. It took some convincing to demonstrate that, yes, a yordle could actually get this big, but he was thankful that the business yordle was more open than others in the area.

The two of them actually bonded rather quickly, having discovered they shared similar interests and ideas. Atlas floated the idea of becoming an investor for the workshop once they got down to talking. Chris thought that'd be a great idea to discuss further, perhaps over dinner. The orange-furred yordle heartily agreed.

Atlas was unaccustomed to the stares the two of them were receiving as they traveled to Chris' home. The humans never noticed anything on account of the glamour the pair of them used, but their fellow yordles certainly did. "Gotta say, I genuinely can't believe that you actually don't wear clothes at all. I thought you just meant when you were at home."

Chris chuckled and looked over his shoulder. "Did you think I was lying to you in that letter?"

"I swore you were joking!" Atlas was in disbelief, his fingers resting on his temples. "I mean, why the hell would someone willingly admit to that?"

"Because I literally have no choice in the matter." Chris snorted. "There isn't a tailor I can find that could make clothing for me within my price range."

Atlas found the reply rather odd. "What, are they using silk or something?"

"You'd think so if you saw the prices they were charging." The thought made Chris roll his eyes.

Atlas quirked a brow up. "And you don't mind people saying things when they see you?"

"Okay, look." Chris turned himself around by his heels while simultaneously walking backwards at the same time. His tremendous bulk belied the grace he possessed. "What could they possibly say about me that I haven't heard a thousand times already?" He flashed the other yordle a confident smile. "Besides, I'm not worried about what people who don't know me think." The gray-and-white-furred yordle flipped himself back around and kept moving forward.

An idea swirled about Atlas' head - he was certain he had a connection that could help in this situation. "You know, I might be able to talk to someone and work something out for you."

"If you can get someone to clothe me without breaking the bank, I'd be all for it."

"I'll see what I can do." Atlas nodded, making a mental note to ask the next time he visited Bilgewater. Not wanting to let the conversation die, he asked a question that had popped up in his mind not too long ago. "So what do your peers think of your size?"

Chris shrugged his boulder shoulders. "Meh, reactions are split. Some people hate it, some are enthralled, while some don't really care either way." A mischievous grin spread across his face. "I know how you feel about it though."

Atlas gulped, his cheeks glowing a rosy pink. "Oh, uh..."

Chris snickered, not even having to see the other yordle to know he was getting flustered. "Don't think I haven't seen you staring at me throughout the day. You ain't slick."

It was true, Atlas had been struggling to keep his gaze professional the entire time they spent together. Even now, he'd have to manually force his eyes upward when they would wander down to the ample rear in front of him. This might be a long night ahead of him.

***

Atlas was wholly unprepared for just how large Chris' place was. From the door they walked through to get inside to the sheer space of the rooms themselves, it seemed everything had been blown up to ridiculous proportions, much like his host. After a brief tour, Chris had him situated at the dining room table while he prepared the meal they'd be sharing. Atlas offered to help but the other yordle assured him it wouldn't take long as most of the food had been prepared already.

It wasn't long before Chris started bringing their meal out onto the table, though in Atlas' eyes it looked more like a grand feast fit for royalty. Dish after dish was placed onto trivets resting on the tablecloth, though with how many entrées and sides there was he didn't know if there'd be any room for the both of them. To be completely fair these meals would be small by human standards, but for creatures many times smaller than they were, this was enough to last the average yordle a week.

Atlas was utterly stunned by the sheer quantity of food placed in front of him. "Uh, who did you cook all that for?"

Chris had begun loading their plates, starting with his guest's before moving onto his own. "The two of us. Why?"

"This looks like this would feed a couple of humans no problem." Atlas had to signal with his hand to stop the onslaught of cooked grub from continuing to be piled onto his plate, else he risked not finishing even half of what he had and offending his gracious host.

Chris stopped heaping side dishes onto his platter when he was satisfied with the mound he'd created. "Yeah, so this should be enough food then." With a quickness indicative of his level of hunger, he grabbed his fork and began shovelling his meal into his mouth, barely taking the time to chew before swallowing.

Atlas sat there in awe at the sight before him, partly in shock by the voracious display, but also a tinge turned-on at the same time. "You don't think that's a lot of food?"

Chris gave himself a moment to clear his mouth before responding. "I could've sworn I mentioned it to you before - I have to eat a ton in order to ensure that my body is properly nourished." He resumed wolfing down the food in front of him.

Atlas started eating his share so that he didn't appear rude to his host. "Couldn't you just... you know, not let yourself be so big?"

"Ha, I wish!" Chris had to use the back of his hand to stop any chewed bits from falling out of his mouth. "What limited control I have over my body is spent keeping myself at a reasonable size. If I let go, I'd grow until you couldn't pack on any more mass onto my frame."

Atlas felt a twitching in his loins when he heard that. "I don't think I'd mind seeing that if I'm honest..."

"Admittedly, neither would I. The only problem is that I'd have no way of reducing my size until it's manageable again." The gray-and-white-furred yordle had amazingly finished everything on his plate and was already going for more, though he noticed that the other yordle's was also empty as well. "You got your eye on something else?"

Atlas snapped back to attention when he heard the question. "Oh, uh, no. Nothing else for me, thanks."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I'm stuffed." Atlas would've felt genuine discomfort if he continued. "The rest is yours."

"Suit yourself." Chris shrugged his cannonball-like shoulders before tackling his next serving.

Amazingly, there was barely enough for another of the yordle's helpings left on the table, something that left Atlas feeling incredulous. He was amazed at just how much the other yordle was capable of packing away and not even feeling overly full yet.

Eventually, Chris had finished everything that was left on the table. "Phew, that sure hit the spot." He rubbed over his ample abgut, which may have slightly pooched out due to the sheer volume of food he just consumed. "So, dessert?"

Atlas' eyes nearly bulged out of his head at the thought of eating more. "God, no, I couldn't eat another bite." The yordle violently shook his head in refusal, his hand in front of his face as if to shield himself from the thought.

"Heh, so later then." Chris stood up and had begun gathering all the dirty dishes into a pile to take over to the sink in the kitchen, allowing his guest to help him with the ones he couldn't reach from his position.

Atlas passed the last of the scullery over to the other yordle. "Genuinely nice place you have here, by the way."

"Thanks." Chris lifted the stack he carefully put together, though his arms had a lot of surface area in which to balance everything. "Took some time to have it built but it's been exactly what I've needed for myself."

Atlas gave his host a wry grin. "I'd almost say you'd still be set even if you ended up bringing someone home."

Chris smirked as he looked over his shoulder. "As long as they're nowhere near my size, I think that could work out." Moving slowly, he gradually made his way back to his kitchen.

"Somehow, I honestly don't think you're gonna have that problem." Atlas received a wink from the other yordle, watching that sumptuous ass undulate with every step. He caught himself stroking his length through his pants and abruptly stopped, chastising himself for jumping the gun like that.

Eventually Chris came back and reclaimed his seat, leaning back with his hands held behind his head and showing off his hairy pits. He let out a contented sigh. "Glad that's over."

Atlas wasn't quite as relaxed, still harbouring a few questions. "So is that normal for you?"

"Sorry?" Chris swung his head to face the other yordle.

"Meals like what you just had." Atlas emphasized his inquiry with hand gestures.

"Oh, no." Chris brought his arms back onto the table. "I don't do that very often."

That struck Atlas as a bit odd. "Oh, so you don't usually eat that much then?"

"No, I do, I just don't always prepare that much food because, you know," Chris shot a knowing look at the orange-furred yordle, "it's a lot of work."

Atlas pressed the tips of his index fingers together. "So what do you do instead, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Supplements." Chris groaned, dragging his hands down his face to demonstrate his annoyance. "If there's one thing that I could tell someone to dissuade them from reaching this size, it's that the supplements they'd need to take to make sure they're getting their proper nutrition are more miss than hit and are almost not worth it."

Atlas nodded along with what the other yordle was telling him. "Dang, alright." A thought then crossed his mind. "Hey, why don't you try making your own? That way you could make sure that you're getting everything you need for yourself." The realization that his host would've already have thought of that hit him too late, having blurted it out before he could even properly think it through.

"Mmm," Chris pursed his lips, "I wouldn't even know where to start. That's not really my area of expertise."

Atlas took a moment taking in the information this time, but just as quickly came up with another idea, this one far more helpful. "What if I were to ask around and see if someone could help you out? I'm sure I know someone who's fluent enough in chemistry or whatever to get you exactly what you need."

Chris was struck by the unexpected generosity of the other yordle, leaving him relatively unsure of how to respond. "I don't know what to say, that'd be greatly appreciated! Do you actually know someone who could help me?"

"Honestly, I think I do." Atlas looked at the other yordle intently. "I believe there's even someone around you in Piltover or Zaun that might be able to help you."

"Oh man, if you could introduce us, that'd be great!" Chris beamed, loving the idea of only cooking when he wanted to.

"Yeah, he's a bit hard to get a hold of though. I'll have to see if I can run into him at a vendor stand at the market or something." Atlas' eyes lit up as if he just remembered something. "Speaking of which..." The yordle reached into his pant pocket and fished out something metallic. "Check out what I picked up the other day!" He held up some sort of brassy loop that glinted in the light above it.

"It looks like..." Chris had to squint to make sure his eyes were picking up the correct information. It looked like the other yordle was holding a round piece of jewelry of some kind, but its shape appeared to be more elliptical than a perfect circle like it normally would be. "Is that a nose ring?"

"Yeah!" Atlas nodded enthusiastically. "At least I think it is."

Chris studied the ring intently, at least as intently as he could without actually holding onto it. "That looks pretty big. Is that for cattle or something?"

Atlas played with the loop with the fingers on one hand. "Shopkeeper told me it used to belong to a minotaur."

"So the merchant is either a thief or a graverobber then." Chris bluntly stated.

That got Atlas to pause. "I beg your pardon?"

"Alright, lemme explain." Chris cleared his throat. "I actually know a little bit about minotaur culture, believe it or not. I've read that any of them who choose to be adorned with a nose ring will wear it for life. That means that one is either somehow taken off of a minotaur, probably while they were sleeping, or was scavenged after one had died."

Atlas gripped the ring tightly in his fist, a little unsure of himself now that he learned new information about his purchase's origins. "Oh, I... did not know that." The air between them grew awkward rather quickly. The orange-furred yordle looked at the piece of jewelry in the palm of his hand before gazing back up at his host. "Well, I don't think either of us could say that the vendor was the one to do any of that."

Chris pursed his lips, but ultimately agreed with the sentiment. "That's true." Just then, his eyes lit up, remembering something else important and relevant to the conversation. "Oh, I had also heard from somewhere that the more magically inclined of the species would imbue their ring with some of their mystical power to transform it into a conduit to aid with their spellcasting."

Atlas' curiosity was piqued. "Oh, what's that?"

"It's a circular tube of metal normally fashioned into a wearable piece of jewelry, like the one you're holding." Chris matter-of-factly declared with a smirk.

"No, I... Goddamn it." Atlas palmed his face with his free hand, doing his best to ignore the other yordle's chuckling. "Not the ring... I meant a conduit. I've never actually heard that word before."

Chris calmed himself down enough to offer an explanation. He relished the opportunity to teach someone something new. "Ah, well that's easy. You know how a pipe transfers water? It's basically the same concept. A conduit - in this case, magical - will assist the user with whatever they're trying to accomplish by providing power to them. Basically, that thing could contain minotaur magic depending on who it belonged to."

Atlas stared at the piece of metal he currently held between his fingers. "Oh, huh. So could we even access that magic if it were in here?"

"I wouldn't know, I barely know how to control my own magic, let alone someone else's." Chris' tone grew gradually more serious over the course of answering the question. "I don't even know if it would look any different if it was magically infused."

"Ah." Atlas wasn't sure if he was disappointed with the statement given to him, but he did know that he was more intrigued with the ring than he was before.

"Yeah, my word of advice would be to take it to someone who specializes in that kinda thing and see what they say." Chris' voice was composed entirely of caution regarding the metal loop. "If there's one thing that I've learned from people who deal with this stuff for a living, it's to not test the merchandise yourself if you don't know what you're doing."

Atlas had to smirk at the warning. "Well you've got no need to worry since I don't plan on trying it on." He went and placed the ring back in his pocket for safe keeping.

"I'm glad." Chris nodded at the burnt-orange-furred yordle before getting up out of his seat. "Alright, you ready to get started?"

"Oh," Atlas jumped out of his chair, "yes, lead the way!"

Chris did just that, taking Atlas out of the dining room and bringing him down a wide hallway to another spacious room. "Okay, here we are."

Atlas stepped out from behind his host's immense bulk and stopped dead in his tracks. The first thing his eyes saw was a bed, presumably where the gray-and-white-furred yordle slept. "Uh, is this right? You work here?"

"Naw," Chris shook his head, "this is my bedroom if it wasn't obvious." He gingerly placed his hand on the other yordle's shoulder to grab his attention. "Before we can get down to business, I gotta clean up my workspace a bit first. Honestly, I'm a little embarrassed by how messy it's gotten. Hope you don't mind waiting around here a bit, I promise you it won't take too long."

"No, that's alright, I don't mind." Atlas couldn't help but still feel a bit perplexed. "I could help you if you want a hand."

Chris waved off the offer of aid. "No, you don't need to concern yourself with that." He lightly patted the other yordle on his back before turning back the other direction. "Feel free to make yourself at home for the time being."

"Are you sure? This kinda feels like I'm starting to impose a little bit now." Atlas called after his host.

"It's fine, really. I should've cleaned the room up ages ago and I didn't." Chris stopped to shout over his shoulder momentarily before making his way down the hallway and rounding a corner into one of the other rooms.

Now that he was alone, Atlas decided he oughta have a look around at the very least to entertain himself. It was then that he realized that literally everything about the yordle was exaggeratedly large, especially if his bed was anything to go by. He took a seat on the duvet-covered mattress and was genuinely surprised at how soft it was. A couple test bounces illustrated that the box spring underneath was reinforced from its original construction, no doubt done so to support its owner's ever-increasing bulk.

There wasn't really much else to the room despite how much space there was. Atlas could always root through the nightside table, but he felt that it'd be a rather rude thing to do to someone who had invited him into their home.

And that's when he saw the full-sized mirror. Being the only other thing in the room, his eyes were naturally drawn to it as it was new stimuli for them. It was strangely ornate considering the practical nature of the other yordle. The way it was standing straight up against the wall told him it was fastened in place, likely to show an accurate reflection for whoever used it. He ambled up to it to get a better look.

Atlas had to think if his host even fit within the frame of the mirror as it didn't seem wide enough to reflect all his bulk. His mind then wandered along, wondering when the last time the other yordle could actually use this mirror was. The most he could imagine Chris managing was a side-profile at best, but even that seemed just doable.

It was a strange thought, but he grew curious as to what being that kind of size would be like. He wouldn't want to stay like that for very long as he was a pretty busy guy, but it'd be interesting for at least a day or something close to that. The fact that the gray-and-white-furred yordle didn't have to waddle either meant he wasn't that overly muscular or it was a testament to whatever flexibility he still had left. The speculation was titillating, but ultimately meaningless as he knew nothing like that could happen to just anyone.

Something popped into his mind just then. Diving his hand into his pocket, he pulled out the nose ring again. He inspected every aspect of it, noting how it seemed to be one continuous loop until he discovered where it was joined together, as if it were welded. It made him think that it was threaded through the hole it was meant to go through before being fused into one solid piece. The seam looked to be held together securely, making the ring a strong work of craftsmanship.

Just for fun, Atlas held the piece of jewelry up to his nose, as if to see what he'd look like if he were wearing it. It got a good chuckle out of him to view the juxtaposition of the size of the ring compared to his nose. His muzzle would have to be way wider to accommodate something like this, but it's a good thing he had no intentions of wearing it.

That's when Atlas' hand had spasmed towards his face. It was an odd, almost alien feeling that caused the yordle to jump backwards in surprise. He looked down at his hand, in complete disbelief that it was empty. In a panic, he dropped on all fours and started searching along the ground around him, but ultimately came up empty-handed again. His breathing began to run ragged as frustration bubbled inside of him, not understanding how he could've lost the nose ring when he was just holding onto it. It was when he gave a stray glance to the mirror that he discovered where the loop went.

Shock was the only thing Atlas could feel when he saw the ring completely hooked through his nasal septum. He gingerly lifted it up with the length of his finger before pulling the digit away and watching the brassy metal pivot around the fleshy hole it was fastened through, seeing it land against the bottom of his nose. Carefully, he prodded his unexpected piercing, noting that, while it didn't hurt, the cartilage wall it was clasped into was a bit tender.

So if the ring was able to slide onto him magically, did that mean that it could come off just as easily? The idea gave Atlas all the go-ahead he needed to try and remove the piece of jewelry. Looping a finger through the ring hole, he tugged at it but only succeeded in pulling his head along with it. He figured he didn't use enough force and tried again a second time, only for the same thing to happen and for his nose to actually start hurting.

"Alright, alright, it's not coming off." Atlas forced air through his nostrils, a slight tinge of worry consuming his voice. "You just gotta go to someone who knows this kinda stuff and have them look at it. You've been through worse before, this is nothing. Just relax." Taking several deep breaths proved effective at calming the orange-furred yordle down. "The worst is already over."

As if to mock the composure it took him a moment to build, the ring began to glow faintly. The yordle noticed this but wasn't sure how to react. His hands shook a little, imagining what else was in store for him.

Atlas doubled over and grabbed his face, unsure of why it suddenly felt as weird as it did. It wasn't necessarily painful, per se, but he was definitely feeling something going on. He looked up at his reflection again, expecting to see what was going on but seeing nothing.

As if on cue, the changes started. Atlas winced when he felt his muzzle begin to widen considerably. The shape of it was becoming boxier than what it was before, even flattening the pointy end of his nose. A horrified gasp escaped from his throat as he watched what was happening to him in real-time. He touched all along his snout and could feel it widening beneath his grasp, helplessness radiating through him as he didn't know if there was anything he could do to stop this.

His nose wasn't the only thing shifting, however, as his ears were also changing shape. Atlas could only watch in abject terror as the triangles on his head were rounding out into perfect ellipses. "No, no, no! What the hell is all this?" He was still capable of moving them just fine, but they didn't feel natural at all.

Atlas grunted when a pressure started growing at the top of his head in two different places. He jumped his hands up to those spots to try and suss out what it could be, only sensing the beginning of what he thought were little nubs coming out of his skull. To his complete surprise, they kept growing, pushing his fingers apart until they became fully fledged horns.

All Atlas could do was sit there in total silence, hands trembling in his lap as he waited for the rest of the changes to end and for the glow of the ring to die down. He couldn't believe what was staring back at him in the mirror. He was still a yordle, sure, but the squared-off muzzle, the round ears, and the bony protrusions all signalled that he was also something else as well. "Holy shit... am I a bull?"

Carefully, he brought his hands back up to his head and let them feel over everything that just happened to him. It was real, alright - all of it was one-hundred percent Atlas. He was at an absolute loss for words.

The burnt-orange-furred yordle sat there for what felt to him like an eternity, just silently touching his changes. He needed all that time to fully process what had just happened to him, but that's when he realized that those developments had finished and nothing else appeared on him. This might be over just as soon as it started. "So that's it then, right? That's all the ring's gonna do?"

Atlas would come to regret asking that almost immediately after he said it. Once again, the ring began to glow. His heart was beating faster as he had no idea what to anticipate and could only make mental guesses instead.

That's when his neck started feeling weird. His hands shot up to it to assess what was going on and to him it felt like it was... growing. It wasn't intrinsically his neck, but rather his traps where the feeling was localized. He both felt and looked on in abstract confusion as he saw those muscles grow before his very eyes, rising high enough to almost meet his new bovine ears. Jaw slightly agape, he couldn't help but think this looked ridiculous.

Thankfully for him - or maybe not - the changes didn't stop there. Next up was his shoulders, which were rapidly changing to accommodate his now weightier and thicker neck. They were taking on the cannonball-like shape that Chris wore, only they shot past that. The size of his deltoids were completely unheard of on a yordle and were the largest he'd ever seen.

The sensation then dropped to his chest, as did his fingers. It was the most surreal feeling to experience his once defined pecs literally swell into a barrel not unlike the other yordle's, however, they didn't stop there. These slabs of muscle were rivalling even the biggest of humans, perhaps even surpassing those who would possess a chest like this such as the mightiest of warriors. His pectorals had totally burst free from the confines of his shirt, which had been shredded right down the front, and he could now see that his nipples were forced to point straight down due to the sheer amount of bulk forced into such a small space. It was unreal that they were so dense that he couldn't even indent them with his fingers.

His arms followed closely behind, mimicking the growth his chest went through. Now his sleeves were reduced to fabric as well, some of it falling on the floor around him. It was an alien sensation to flex his biceps and see them rise high enough to form a split peak, the likes of which could almost rival the most majestic of hills in the Noxian badlands. Even relaxed he could tell that they were larger than his head. The way his muscles bulged and tensed made it seem like his arms were comprised of steel cables, ones that could reduce the metal to a tightly packed wad should he attempt it.

Atlas involuntarily held his arms in the air to examine their changes but doing so also gave him a good view of his burgeoning lats. They quickly expanded as the strange sensation moved down his body. The pair of them resembled a wing-like structure when they grew, now commanding a larger surface area than before.

The odd feeling then sank to the pit of his stomach, where his hands roamed to. That area also beefed up, with his abs now becoming more like cobblestone with every passing second, though that wasn't the only thing happening. At the same time he could perceive them bulging out, which made him think of Chris'. It only made sense that he'd be graced with a powerful core if the rest of his torso was getting packed with thick muscle.

The sensation travelled to his rear, which tipped him off that he'd mercifully not be left completely top-heavy. His hands chased it to keep up, only to be met with his ass cheeks bloating in his grip. He thought they'd be growing into a bubble butt until he flexed them and could feel the dimples on either side of his booty. It ended up becoming an ass one could bounce a coin off of.

His quads were next up, and that's where he could really feel the changes happening. Before he wasn't able to entirely encircle a leg with his hands, but now there wasn't a chance of it ever happening again. He could feel his thighs and hamstrings simultaneously ballooning in his grasp, hardening into muscle groups that he thought might be able to crush boulders. They weren't the largest part of his body anymore thanks to his arms and pecs, but they were not far behind. His pants had burst at the seams, unable to contain the growing mass and being reduced to useless pieces of cloth that fell to the ground as well.

Finally, the sensation made it to his calves. He never really regarded them all that much in the past, just kinda noting that they existed. That all changed when he felt them expanding like the rest of his body. He had to shift into a better position to see them, where he was able to observe the muscles developing into their telltale teardrop shape. One press was all he needed to mentally compare them with the toughness of diamond.

One thing he wasn't expecting to get disturbed was his previously untouched cock. Blood had rushed to the area due to the changes, which instantly got him hard with very little effort. From there, it enlarged to gargantuan proportions, thick like what he imagined a bull's penis to be like and probably bigger than Chris' now that he thought about it. It contoured around his abgut and comfortable nestled under his pec shelf, where it was now leaking pre from the tip. Not wanting to feel left out, his balls swelled out huge, now pendulous cum tanks that hung lower than his knees. It took everything he had to not stroke himself to completion then and there.

Atlas thought that that'd be the end of his changes, but the ring still had one more trick up its sleeve. To top everything else off, the orange-furred yordle - now bull-yordle - could see himself getting hairier by the second. It affected his pits as well as his torso, running thickly from his deep pec valley down to his crotch rocket.

The glow of the ring finally subsided, and Atlas was given the first chance to fully survey his transformation. He couldn't believe what his eyes were telling him or even what they told him the last several minutes. One thought that ran through his head was that this was all just some horrific fever dream, but a quick grope of his colossal pectoral signalled to the half-bovine that this was all too real.

It was too much for him to take and he cried in shock, only for an upset moo to come bellowing out instead. He instantly cupped his mouth in surprise, dismayed that even something as personal as his reflexes had been affected. It left him feeling completely vulnerable and he nearly broke down in tears.

Thundering footsteps pounded through the hallway at the sound of the commotion. Chris burst through the doorway, unsure of what to expect. "What the fuck's going on?" He blurted out before feeling his jaw nearly drop to the floor. Looking back at him was a yordle-sized minotaur wearing the remnants of clothes, reduced to tatters from his overwhelming bulk. His first instinct was to deduce how it got in here, but the fur colour being identical to that of his guest gave him all the information he needed to figure out who he was looking at. "I thought I told you not to try the ring on!"

"I didn't!" Atlas' voice wavered in dread.

Chris held out his hand to point at the piece of jewelry firmly piercing the bull-yordle's nasal septum. "Then why are you wearing it?!"

"It put itself on me completely on its own!" Atlas choked out, his nerves shot from anxiety. "I didn't do this on purpose."

With the amount of magic present in Runeterra, strange things occurred on a daily basis even in the most mundane of locations. As bizarre as this sight truly was, Chris knew that this was totally within the realm of possibility and went to calm himself down. "Alright, alright. I believe you." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Tell me exactly what happened."

"Well, I wasn't really doing much of anything, really." Atlas went to rub the back of his bullish neck and found that he almost couldn't because of all the bulk in the way. "I was just kinda looking around the room while I was waiting, and then I saw the mirror and thought it'd be kinda fun to goof off a bit."

"So, what about the ring then?" The gray-and-white-furred yordle crossed his meaty arms over his barrel chest.

Atlas nodded. "Yeah, I pulled it out and just thought it'd be funny to see what it would look like on me, but there was actually no way to put it on, so I just held it up to my nose." He rubbed his eyes to clear his vision. "Next thing I knew, it was like I was part of a magic act because the ring somehow pierced itself through the flesh of my nose." The bull-yordle let his arms slump to the floor he was sitting on. "And then everything else happened shortly after, and then you got here."

Chris took a moment to process everything his guest had just told him. Transformation magic wasn't inherently unheard of, but it was particularly rare as it was a very difficult skill to truly master. Something akin to this would've taken years - more likely decades - to fully grasp at a high enough level to actually have control of. As much as he'd like to just dive right into finding a solution, he knew the other yordle needed a bit of emotional support before anything else could happen. "Stand up for me."

Atlas nodded and did as he was asked, pushing himself upright with his hands. "Damn, this feels weird." The yordle swayed slightly, unaccustomed to all the new beef he was sporting. He could feel his overfilled testicles lightly slap against his enormous thighs as they absolutely roiled with seed.

"Holy shit..." Chris muttered to himself as he ambled on over to the other yordle. The newly transformed minotaur magic vessel was utterly fuckhuge in size, though the mirror helped him compare the sight to his own gargantuan frame. In practically every way he could see for himself, the orange yordle was bigger than he was - much bigger, in fact, and to an astounding degree. He placed his hand on a comparatively beefier shoulder. "You like if someone took a minotaur and made them yordle-sized."

"Wait, I'm really that big?" Yordles aren't known for their height, and with the amount of mass packed onto Atlas' body there was nowhere for his size to grow, but out. He couldn't actually see just how big he had gotten from his reflection alone, but since he was standing where he was before all this started, that piece of information actually spoke volumes.

"Actually, scratch that." Chris wandered around to the front of the other yordle, diligently inspecting the leviathan trunk his friend now sported. "I think you're proportionally larger than what a minotaur is." Even the abgut that stared him in the face bloated out further than his own.

Atlas huffed in displeasure from the news. "God, this can't be happening right now. This is too much." He again lifted the nose ring with a finger as he looked at himself in the mirror. "Can this thing still come off?"

"I feel like it should, otherwise it wouldn't make sense that you were able to put it on in the first place." Chris rubbed his chin in thought.

Atlas wore a worried look upon his face. "Are you sure?"

"I mean... no," Chris sharply sighed in frustration, "not really. Magical artifacts aren't really my area of expertise, so I can only take educated guesses."

Just then, Atlas' nose twitched from a scent he'd never smelled before. That wasn't completely accurate as he noted that it seemed familiar to him in some way, but just different somehow, as if altered in some way. He couldn't place the aroma until he found his nose huffing along his incredibly stuffed pectorals. It was his own natural musk, only it was a lot more masculine and earthy that it ever had been before. It had been wafting off of his enormous frame since the transformation and filled the air around him enough to leave him in a hazy fog of lust.

Chris' eyes widened when he saw the other yordle's hands instinctively go to grab his swelling shaft, rivulets of pre drooling down the length. Without thinking, he grabbed the bull-yordle's wrist and pulled it away from the throbbing chub. "Nope, you're not doing that here." He dragged the business yordle from the mirror and hastily made his way to another part of the house entirely.

Atlas was a bit delirious from his heady scent and couldn't exactly tell where he was now, but even when his head had been cleared of the mist obscuring his thoughts, he still couldn't recognize the room he was standing in. "Hey, wait, where are we?"

"Somewhere you haven't seen yet." A hint of embarrassment trickled through Chris' voice.

Atlas couldn't understand the reason why until his eyes landed on a peculiar device near one of the walls. It took him a moment to register what it was as it wasn't exactly something you'd find in this part of the city, let alone inside someone's home. "Is that a milker?"

"Yessir." Chris snorted, gaze squarely pointed towards the ground. "I use this thing every day."

"Why do you need this?" Atlas felt a twinge of bewilderment upon taking a closer look at the device.

"Well, for starters," Chris walked over to the machine and fiddled with its controls before it whirred to life, "I have urges that nobody else could ever take care of."

Atlas felt his heartbeat pulse through his dick when he saw the device start up. "But couldn't you just rub one out when you feel like you need to?"

"Oh, believe me, I can, and I do." Chris rubbed his eyes out of abashment. "But that's not the reason why I got this."

"So the reason why is because..." The burnt-orange-furred yordle wasn't following where the other yordle's words were going.

"Because... other yordles purchase containers of my cum." Chris stated matter-of-factly, looking at his friend with a straight face. "Ask me why people buy it."

Everything described so far was leaving Atlas more and more perplexed. "Why do people buy it?"

"I don't know." Chris shot back, the answer prepared well in advance. "But that's why I have it, and I think it'll be your best bet to calm your sexual urges."

"A-Alright." Atlas trusted the other yordle with this matter as he'd had more experience with this sort of hypersexuality. "Um, will I even fit?" He felt a bit of trepidation at trying to fit his erect phallus into the appropriate sleeve.

Chris rested his hand on the milking apparatus while Atlas took his time getting comfortable. "You will, trust me." For him, this was business as usual, which the other yordle sorely needed.

Atlas finally got his fat prick slotted into the suctioning device with a lewd squelch, letting out a moan of pleasure when his balls entered their resting cups. "Ooh, that's tight."

"Does it feel nice?" Chris inquired in earnest.

"Yeah, it does." For the first time in what felt like a long time this evening, Atlas felt himself crack a smile. Maybe things are gonna turn out alright after all.

"Good." Chris patted the behemothian bull-yordle on his titanic shoulder. "Now let's get you taken care of." The gray-and-white-furred yordle flicked the switch to begin the main process of the machine and took a step back, knowing what the user experienced and how involved they got.

"Aaah!" Atlas immediately cried out as he felt himself get sucked off gently by the milker. What caught him off guard was the feeling of the cups massaging his balls in tandem with the rest of the milking operation, which got him going far more than he'd thought possible.

Chris, meanwhile, just stood silently and watched everything unfold in front of him. It didn't occur to him until now that he could totally use this batch in his sales later on, but then wondered if the semen produced by the other yordle would have any other properties he didn't know about. Plus, he still didn't know what his clients did with his own jizz. He always had these questions crop up and didn't like the fact that yet more of them made their presence known.

The force of the suction had ramped up, causing Atlas to double over and clasp the sides of the apparatus with both hands. The sucking motion of the sleeve coupled with the kneading of his balls were forcing euphoria to rocket throughout his body, the hardest he'd ever felt in his life. Muscles all over his body tensed and relaxed in rhythm with the device. It wouldn't be long now before he blew.

They weren't ingesting it, were they? That straight-up didn't make sense to the inventor, who had since turned his gaze over to his storeroom of containers. There's so much of it, there wasn't any way he could comprehend that. Maybe they were bathing in it? But then again, what benefits did that possess? Or maybe, there's a black market for yordlebatter that he didn't know about and people are turning a profit on his hard work. Chris elected to just ask his next customer instead of letting his mind wander like this. The ideas he was coming up with were getting less and less believable.

Atlas was trying to resist, but the temptation to rut into the milker was higher than ever. The metal casing on the machine was surprisingly resilient in his grip, which was good because he'd been clamping down something fierce. Staccato snorts escaped his broad nose, causing the ring to flop from both the air pushing it aside and the motion of his whole body. A few, hard panting breaths was the only cue he gave that he was close before he felt his balls pull up close to his crotch. He bellowed out a masculine moo and let loose the flood from his massive cum tanks into the suctioning device, which then siphoned the jizz into the awaiting canister.

The loud cry broke Chris out of his thoughts, snapping his attention to the unleashed fury of a bull-yordle in heat. "Oh shit!" He jumped into a running pose and bolted to the storeroom, grabbing one of the empty containers before making it back to the running machine. Truthfully, he wasn't sure whether or not he'd need the backup capsule, but it wouldn't hurt to be prepared. The business yordle could actually end up more virile than either of them thought and he wouldn't want his precious milker broken after one use of his.

It felt like an eternity had gone past before Atlas felt himself coming down from his sexual high. He pumped his prodigious cock into the machine for seemingly hours, shooting rope after sticky rope of cum into the collection tube. He balls pleasantly ached from the hardest orgasm he'd ever felt. Maybe this wasn't nearly the life-ruining event he thought it might've been, but he'd much prefer the option to go back and forth between forms whenever he wanted. The peace of mind he'd have would outweigh everything else.

Despite being ready to switch out containers if need be, Chris discovered he didn't actually have to, much to his relief. He was, however, shocked to see that it had been filled almost right up to the very top, which would've meant it would start backing up the system. Once he was certain that the other yordle had finished, he carefully pulled the full one out, sealed it shut, and replaced it with the new one. Then he just casually placed it in the storeroom next to the other full ones ready to be sent out. He made a mental note to mark down which one was full of half-bull semen so that he could document any effects on his clients should they occur.

Now completely spent, Atlas sputtered and pulled himself free from the turned-off machine. He could feel his energy returning to him, but it was very gradual, and he staggered slightly because of it. His hand shot out against the wall to catch himself and keep his balance upright. "Fuck..." The orange-furred yordle could barely get out any words, ready to collapse onto the floor at a moment's notice.

"So, uh, yeah." Chris rapped his fingers against his legs as he looked at the sweaty bull-yordle. "Clearly, whoever's nose ring that was... they, uh, must've been heavy into the more sexual magics out there."

Atlas pushed himself onto his feet, testing whether or not he'd stay standing before gingerly groping his ample pecs. "'Heavy' seems really appropriate here." The sensation felt too good to stay silent, to which he let out a lascivious moan. What he didn't expect, though, was for something liquid to start dribbling from his tender nipples, completely catching him off guard. "Wait, what the hell?!"

"You're leaking now? Is that milk?" Chris blinked several times - never in a thousand years could he have predicted this happening. "I mean, minotaurs are related to cows, so it makes sense that they'd produce milk. Also, any mammalian creature is capable of providing it as well, including us, but I've never heard of a male doing it before." This went beyond everything Chris had understood about yordle physiology.

Atlas grunted, feeling the flow trickle through his fingers. "This is so strange..." He looked up at the gray-and-white-furred yordle, a pleading look in his eyes. "Do you think you could tell me for sure what this is?"

"And how am I supposed to do that?" Chris cocked a brow in apprehension.

"I dunno," Atlas huffed, "taste it, maybe?"

Chris palmed his face with both hands, hearing the exact last thing he wanted the other yordle to say. "Okay, that sounds like a genuinely terrible idea."

"B-But... maybe it could help me somehow?" Atlas groaned from the pleasurable stimulation. "Please?"

Against his better judgment, Chris agreed. "Fine." He scrunched his eyes closed, knowing this would be a bad idea. Taking tentative steps towards the other yordle, he steeled himself for what was about to come. Slowly, but surely, he bent down a little and pressed his wide-open mouth forth. In one fell swoop he took in a small mouthful of the running liquid and haltingly swallowed until it was all gone.

"And?" Atlas asked with hope in his eyes.

Chris stood up and looked at him with decisive confirmation across his face. "It's definitely milk, alright, but I still don't understand why you're making it. You shouldn't-" The scientist yordle gasped and then felt himself buckle to the floor.

"Oh no!" Atlas shrieked, panic cracking his voice as he rushed to the other yordle's side. "I'm really sorry, please tell me if you're alright."

It was strange to Chris as he wasn't in pain, but there absolutely was a strong feeling building up in his gut. He could feel warmth caressing his soul, but it soon radiated out into every part of his body, reaching his limbs in record time. Miraculously, to the bull-yordle at least, he stood up, looking as fine as he was a few moments ago.

Atlas gave his friend some space but placed his hands onto the other yordle's shoulder when he saw that nothing seemed to be seriously wrong. "Are you okay? How do you feel?"

"Uh," Chris took stock of himself, not noticing anything off about him, "kinda... weird, I guess? It's hard to explain. Like, it's fine, but-" He gasped when he felt his heartbeat throb throughout his body, a feeling of electricity ripping through him as if all his nerves had been activated at once.

"Oh fuck." Atlas backed up, a little bit afraid he'd just done something seriously wrong.

All of a sudden, Chris could feel his arm flexing uncontrollably. He raised it to get a better look at it when it relaxed, only he noticed it never shrank in size. The rest of his body took that as a signal to follow suit. His other arm mirrored the growth to match the size, but not before his pecs could push out even further than they already did. Not wanting to be left behind, the yordle's ample abgut surged out in size to nearly the same thickness as those mighty pectorals. His legs positively bloated with muscle mass, with him now having to widen his stance to accommodate not only them but his burgeoning cock and balls as well. Finally, there was his ass that joined in the fun and ballooned in size, forming an incredibly solid foundation that any yordle would be envious of. When all was said and done, Chris inspected the new magnitude of his frame as best he could, realizing that he was just about the size of the bull-yordle beside him.

"Oh my god..." Atlas' mouth couldn't be forced closed after witnessing the event. "My milk can grow people. And that little bit did all that to you?" He brought his fingers in front of his face for a better view of them, seeing them covered in the milky-white substance.

There was one last change to affect Chris, but it was still something pretty major. Where his treasure trail had been trimmed for the sake of the public, it had now fluffed back up to its original thickness and then some, looking like a carpet of musky fur had been installed down his wide trunk of a torso. He still, after having several moments to process everything, couldn't believe all that just happened but took it in stride and got his bearings down quickly. "Yeah, so, I'm not gonna touch that anymore." His eyes darted directly to the orange-furred yordle's sumptuous chest, who's nipples had ceased to produce any fluid since not being stimulated.

"You know what, I'm fine with that." Atlas had started feeling guilty about everything that had transpired over the last hour or so, meaning he was more than okay with taking things slower from now on.

"Oh shit." Chris exclaimed as a heat washed over him like a blanket made from molten lava. In an instant, his now much longer shaft plumped up to full mast, resembling the thick log of yordle fuckmeat that it genuinely felt like. It contoured around his muscled gut and forced itself into the cleft of his pec valley. In addition to the sweat he'd just built up, his fur now had to deal with slimy pre matting it up too.

Atlas groaned aloud when he saw the entirety of his friend's girthy length, coaxing his own to recover and ape the one he was looking at. "God, I'm so horny." His hand gingerly rubbed along his cumpipe, eliciting another moan from him.

Chris had a fair bit more self-control, managing not to lose himself in the throes of lust like the yordle in front of him. "Yeah, you're really making a mess of my floor..." He gestured with his head to where the bull-yordle's pre was slopping off his dick and making a gooey puddle on the ground at his feet.

"Fuck, I'm sorry!" Atlas chastised himself and wrenched his hands well away from his genitals. "How do minotaurs not go crazy?"

"My guess is a ton of willpower." Chris sighed, only just realizing that he might not have the power to return to his previous size. It would take a miracle now to help him out of this predicament.

Atlas' heat was rearing its ugly head once more, only this time it was hitting him differently. His balls still craved release like no tomorrow, but there was a second urge now rising in priority in his mind. "The feeling isn't going away. I think it's actually gotten stronger!" As if acting on instinct, Atlas moved towards Chris until their enormous pectorals touched, only he didn't stop there. He then swung himself around and presented his globular ass cheeks to the other yordle, who was stunned into silence at the sight. "Please fuck me. I need to be bred so badly." The bull-yordle pushed himself back onto the inventor's prodigious pole and grinded his ample booty against it.

Chris grit his teeth from the open invitation of the other yordle. "Guess I really wouldn't be a good friend if I refused..." The gray-and-white-furred yordle was about to reach out and grope the rear being offered to him so passionately, but he stopped himself abruptly and with good purpose. "But not here." He instead stretched his incredibly meaty arm around the half-bull and gripped his wrist. "Come with me."

"What?" Atlas was at a total loss for words, but he accepted the lead the other yordle was giving him. Unbeknownst to him, there was another room nearby that he'd never seen before, this one being the largest out of any in the house and likely anyone else's too. "Woah, where are we now?"

Chris cleared his throat. "I come here to jerk off." His eyes met the incredulous gaze of the other yordle. "I'm not kidding. I call this my 'masturbatorium'."

"Uh, why?" Atlas' confusion ramped further until he spotted the drain in the middle of the gradually slanted floor. "Oh, I get it. That's actually pretty smart."

"I think so too." Chris basked in his brilliant design for all of two seconds before facing the bull-yordle. "Now then." He grasped one of the burnt-orange-furred yordle's overly large shoulders and pushed him with all his strength, sending him flying against the wall before falling onto his dimpled ass.

Atlas gasped at what felt like an attack against him, but the hungry look in the other yordle's eyes indicated this was something else entirely. It wasn't like he was hurt or anything anyway. Without delay, he was suddenly beset upon by the scientist, who he now realized shoved him so that he could gain access to his face without either of their hugemongous chests getting in the way. The other yordle breathed heavily before launching at Atlas' lips with his own, getting a taste of the passion present in the choreographed dance their tongues were doing.

It wasn't Chris' plan to have this last very long, which he expressed to the bull-yordle by pulling away from him so that there was maybe a couple centimetres of space between their differently shaped snouts. "Okay, you want my cock?"

"God, yes." Atlas let out an embarrassingly whorish moan, but ultimately didn't care as the only other person around was someone he trusted. "Just give it to me!"

"Good. Then I need you to do everything I tell you." Chris moved back a bit to give the other yordle some space, knowing that he'd need it.

Atlas' breathing grew ragged with the buckets of horny energy coursing through his raging veins. "I'll do anything!"

"Stand up." Chris commanded.

Atlas wordlessly obeyed, eagerly jumping to his feet with vigour unlike anything he'd ever experienced before.

"Good." Chris complimented the bull-yordle, wanting him to know they were still on the same page. "Now turn around for me."

That direction sent a wave of confusion through Atlas' head, but he still diligently did as he was told. A little pang of excitement still blasted through him.

Chris then smirked, seeing exactly what he needed to put his plan into motion. Dropping to his knees, he slid himself closer to the other yordle until he was able to grip those overly muscled cheeks, causing their owner to jump slightly at the touch. He chuckled, knowing that it was about to get much more intense for the both of them. He then used his strength to part each cheek until the half-bull's twitching pucker was visible. Without giving so much as a warning, he propelled his face forth and plunged his tongue directly into that delicate ring of muscle.

Atlas couldn't help but shriek at the sudden anal intrusion. The sensation of getting his ass eaten out was overwhelming, eliciting needy moans to escape his mouth and for pre to ooze from the tip of his dick. Had he known this was this amazing to experience, he'd have done it ages ago.

The gray-and-white-furred yordle gives himself a couple good moments of long, loving licks before deciding that he was good and ready to commence with the next part. Using the other yordle as a means of climbing to an upright position, Chris positioned himself up against the half-bull's ass, using his hand as a guiding tool to find it's intended mark. Once he felt that he had smeared enough slimy pre all around the quivering hole, he sunk his girthy cock right in, much to the delight of his friend-turned-lover.

Atlas was in a state of pure bliss, his tongue lolling to the side as he felt the other yordle begin the process of pounding into him. Sure, he'd done this plenty of times before with him being in both positions, but it had never been as intensely masculine as this was right now. Testosterone flowed through the pair of them as if it were in one continuous cycle. If this couldn't quell the heat built up inside him, literally nothing would be able to.

Chris was just as overjoyed with the experience, loving the feeling of the other yordle's tight anal cavity massaging his prick as he pistoned into it at a steady rhythm. He could feel their balls slam together with every thrust, but the two of them were both simultaneously so strong and hyped up on a cocktail of hormones that neither of them even noticed. It barely crossed his mind that this was the most aggressive sexual act to have ever taken place in the history of his charming city, and it might, in fact, be the record holder in the rest of the world as well.

The euphoric provocation was almost too much for Atlas to bear, the orange-furred yordle whined as he felt himself inch closer to climax with every hump into his ass. His prostate was getting flattened like it was a button getting pressed repeatedly and without mercy. Every time he felt that thick yordlehood stretch him out, he grew nearer and nearer to just letting go. All it took was just one more push... "Haah!" Atlas cried out in uncontrollable fervor, feeling his cum geyser out against the wall with enough force to crack it had it not been specially made to withstand this kind of punch.

Chris, meanwhile, had been edging himself so as to not blow early, which meant that the sound of his lover blowing his load caused him to lose it as well. His balls pulled up and shot out a seemingly never-ending stream of creamy yordlebatter right into the bowels of the half-bull. He'd been gripping the other yordle tight this whole time, but not nearly as hard as he was now that he kept his crotch flush against that ass.

The sensation of getting bloated with what was likely many litres of jizz was an experience Atlas won't soon forget. Despite the seal the other yordle's gargantuan cock made with his hole, there was still enough room for cum to make its way out. Not like it mattered, as he had made a complete mess of the wall in front of him and the floor at their feet. It seemed like days had passed before his load had died down to a dribble, with the flow in his ass feeling like it was coming to an end as well.

Chris was panting hard, unaccustomed to fucking someone so vigourously. His head was resting between the mountainous traps of the yordle in front of him, absolutely needed if one were to hear the labourious breathing he was doing, sounding like he'd run down every street in the city in the midst of the hottest day of summer.

Atlas moaned loudly when he finally felt the thick plug in his ass pull out, allowing all the seed shoved deep inside him to now pour out of his gaping back entrance. It was as if he were a champagne bottle just uncorked with how much pressure was getting relieved. He granted himself the privilege of collapsing into a heap in the sticky puddle of cocksnot pooling on the ground, making its way to the drain where it would be disposed of.

Fingers running through his sweat-slicked hair, Chris leaned against the wall to catch his breath. Never in his life had he worked himself so hard, but the reward was one-hundred percent worth it. A couple of coughs punctuated his panting, but all seemed to be going well for him. That is, until he looked down and saw the other yordle in a purposefully compromising position.

Atlas was, once again, presenting himself to the other yordle, his hands pulling apart his cheeks to display his hungry hole. "Please, that wasn't enough. I need you in me again." He waved his rear end enticingly at the inventor. "I want to be filled with your love!"

"Shit, really?" Chris wanted to object on the grounds that he had the best sex of his life and wished to take it easy now, but his body had other plans. Without reason, his cock was standing at attention like it wasn't just worked the hardest it ever had been, with the rest of his body following suit and sending adrenaline rocketing through his overly muscular frame. He realized his body had next to no downtime anymore, meaning he could go on for as long as he wanted should he choose to. "Fuck, alright. I won't hold back this time."

Atlas was given no time to react before the other yordle pounced on his mammothian body. It took his lover nanoseconds to line up that titanic tool with his gaping asshole before driving it into him. He could almost cry from how much he loved this.

Chris spared no expense with providing the best fuck he possibly could. It wasn't every day he got laid, in fact, he hadn't had sex for literal years up until this point in time. He wanted this to be so, so special for the both of them. He thrusted and humped like he was a gremlin incapable of being sexually satiated, wrapping his arms around as much of the bull-yordle's expansive chest as he could for support.

Atlas felt his arms buckle beneath him from the overabundance of pleasure being injected into his body. His ass was the only thing raised at this point, the only thing needed in order to be claimed like he was. The only issue was that - like the gray-and-white-furred yordle had said he wasn't holding back - he, too, wasn't about to repress his desires. The sheer amount of arousal pent up inside him burst open the dam once more, emptying his topped-up balls onto the all-but pristine floor below him.

Chris was already about to lose himself as well, having slowed his jackhammering down to a crawl due to being so close. Just a few more pumps was all it took to let loose a deafening howl, indicating that his fleshy fire hose was about to make another cream-coloured deposit into the cavity of the yordle beneath him. His balls, roiling with seed, ejected everything it could hold as fast as yordley possible, blasting cum with tremendous force. It was almost as if his cock was painting the internal walls of the half-bull.

Now spent again, the pair of them crumpled straight down, with Chris laying on top of Atlas as his dick barely had enough energy to squirm out of the abused hole it seemed to live in. Chris had managed to push himself off of the other yordle and motioned for him to flip himself around if he could.

Barely able to do so, Atlas blinked multiple times to stave off losing consciousness long enough to see the other yordle crawl his way over and give him a big sloppy kiss right on the lips. Both of them wanted to keep it going from as long as they could, but neither of them possessed the strength to do so at that very moment.

Chris, too, had rolled over, doing his best to not lay in the stream of spooge flowing its way to the drain.

"God, that was amazing." Atlas exclaimed, incredibly out of breath. "I really fucking loved that."

"That was..." Chris wheezed out between panting breaths, "something else. I don't think I've ever gone that hard in my life."

Atlas wanted to talk right away, but all he could do was lay there and stare at the ceiling. It took him a good, few moments of resting his body before he felt ready enough to continue the conversation. "I think my head is cleared enough for now, but man I could totally go again if someone wanted to."

"I need a break." Chris blurted out, weakly turning his head as best he could to face the burnt-orange-furred yordle. "Please."

Atlas just warmly smiled. "Don't worry about it, I'm satisfied enough as is." It took him quite a bit of what little energy he had left, but he shifted his hand over the nearest one of the other yordle and intertwined those fingers with his own. "Gonna be honest, I had said earlier that I kinda wanted to see what it'd be like if I was your size or bigger. I never would've guessed that I'd get the opportunity so soon."

Chris snorted, but couldn't help a wry grin slide onto his face. "It's a total pain in the ass. I could've warned you ahead of time."

As much fun Atlas had, the reality of the situation was beginning to weigh down on him again. "I'm really sorry this all happened..."

"It's alright, just relax." Chris cooed, doing his best to soothe the other yordle. "Now that we have a chance to breathe, we can figure out what our next steps are. Maybe we'll be able to find someone who can reverse all this."

Atlas' eyes lit up at the thought. "You really think someone can fix this? You think I can go back to normal?"

Chris wanted to speak but no words left his mouth. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't truthfully answer 'yes' to that question.