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Depending on who one asks, the Spirit Realm could either be described as a place of mystical wonderment, where things beyond one's wildest dreams can manifest themselves before their very eyes, or a dark and twisted place, where magic is used to deceive someone and leave them disoriented in its ever-changing wilderness for the rest of their life.

In the case of the yordles - one of the most important denizens of this realm - it could be a mixture of both, though leaning towards the former. They've learned to adapt to this world and harness the power of its magic for themselves, with it eventually becoming an inherent part of their being.

That didn't mean that one of them couldn't get lost. This is what happened to Ziggs, who had thought that going for a walk sounded like a wonderful idea, until he realized that meandering through a shifting forest in the midst of a magic-filled land meant that he'd have a hell of a time finding his way back. It didn't matter to him as he had all the time in the world to work out how to get back, but man, was it fucking annoying!

Time was anomalous in the Spirit Realm, which meant that creatures living within it - like the yordles - had an innate timeless quality to them that rendered them immune to the effects of aging. The major downside was that it basically guaranteed that they would get lost at least once in their life.

"Yup, that tree definitely lied to me. It's super obvious now." Ziggs sighed as he trudged through woods that he thought that he'd been through many times by that point. Maybe every tree, rock, toadstool, and pond were actually different to the ones that he saw before, but they had to be only slightly different at best. The canopies of leaves above blocked out any potential light that he could've used to guide him out, so he was left to wander aimlessly until he made it back to the city.

There were scores of other yordles who mentioned not to venture off too far as weird things could happen if one wasn't paying attention. He, of course, blew all their concerns off as worrying too much, but now he was genuinely regretting not heeding their caution as he hadn't actually lived in the Spirit Realm for years now.

After what felt like an eternity of trundling through dirt, Ziggs desperately needed a rest and opted to settle on a stump that was conveniently at a comfortable sitting height. He could feel the tension in his feet practically vanish the second that he lifted them off of the ground. Oh, how he needed that.

Wait, why would there be a stump all the way out there? Civilization was way off in some other direction, so who could've done this? A quick look around revealed nothing too out of the ordina-

Say, that tree over there kind of seemed a bit perfect compared to the others around it, maybe just a little too perfect. Squinting his eyes revealed that it had been stripped of its bark and had its extremities removed to make it a relatively perfect cylinder. It had to have been man-made - well, not really man-made, as humans would barely last long enough in the Spirit Realm to actually accomplish much. That left only one potential species that could've constructed something like that - yordles!

With a spring in his step that he lacked not five minutes ago, Ziggs bounded off in the direction of what appeared to be potential signs of life, coming across the amazing sight of an entire village smackdab in the middle of nowhere.

It was surreal to him that such a place could even exist. Bandle City was the only establishment that he'd heard of founded in the immaterial realm, so this settlement perplexed him. What was even more bizarre was that he hadn't seen anyone else yet. Was this place already deserted?

It turned out that it wasn't, in fact, as a voice called to him from seemingly out of thin air. "Oh, a visitor! Just stay right there, I'll come to you."

Ziggs wasn't exactly sure who was speaking to him but did what he was told anyway. "Uh, alright then, mysterious stranger." He felt a little silly following the orders of something that he couldn't locate.

That wouldn't be an issue for long as out from one of the cabins came a yordle, but he was unlike anything that the furry bomber had ever seen before in his life. In contrast to the normally slender physique that his kind possessed, this man looked to be the size of several of his compatriots all stuffed into one body.

The thin sweater that this other yordle wore seemed to be on its last legs as the material was forced to contour around the most prodigious of pectorals that jutted out far off of his chest, as well as outlining sumptuous arms that looked to weigh more than one of his kinfolk. The pants were no different, as his gargantuan legs appeared ready to shred the garment if flexed at the wrong time. But that wasn't what anyone's eyes would be drawn to as the package that this yordle sported severely dwarfed even that of the most endowed of humans, to the point where the material of his pants left nothing to the imagination when stretched around his junk.

When the yordle got closer, it could be seen that he was covered head-to-toe in gray and white fur, with dirty blond hair that swooshed over his left eye. But in contrast to his imposing form, he wore a friendly expression on his face that belied everything else observed. "Hey there, welcome to our settlement! My name is Chris, and I'm the one in charge around here."

Ziggs almost couldn't find the ability to speak after seeing the man in front of him, but there was still a pressing thought in his head that wouldn't quiet down. "I didn't know there was a village of yordles all the way out here."

"Yeah, the guys and I were part of a crew to establish more yordle territory in the Spirit Realm several years back." Chris cocked a brow, a tinge of confusion burrowing into his head. "I'm certain you would've heard of it by now."

"Uh..." Ziggs racked his brain to try and search for an answer, but nothing came up. "Nope, this is the first I'm hearing of it. To be fair, I haven't actually lived in Bandle City for ages now. I operate out of Zaun these days."

"Ah," Chris clasped his hands together, "that would do it. Well, come on into the village with me." He noted the tan-furred yordle's tired visage. "You look a little worn down. You wanna get something to eat and maybe rest a bit?"

Ziggs' signature grin instantly appeared on his face, stretching from ear-to-ear. "Would I ever!" He figured that taking care of his needs might distract him from the fact that his host could snap him like a twig if he so chose.

The village was delightfully quaint, seeming like what Bandle City would've looked like before the buildings got modernized. Actually, he considered calling the structures in his home town modern was being generous, as they hadn't been touched for hundreds of years. He had a ton of ideas that the people living there could use if they wanted to hear him out.

It amazed the chemist that every single thing constructed in this settlement was made from felled spiritwood, like the forests that he'd wandered through. The fact that he only just found evidence of life near the end of his walk after feeling like he'd traveled across a continent annoyed him.

But the village itself more than made up for it. Every building was gorgeously intricate in its construction, clearly assembled by skilled craftsmen who knew exactly what they were doing. He remembered seeing some of the same kinds of embellishments back in Bandle, but these looked like those ideas were expanded upon. It appeared that some of the guys here were looking to create their mark on the world, and while it was all genuinely impressive, this sort of exquisite decoration was pretty par for the course for his kind.

Speaking of which, it weirded Ziggs out that literally every other resident of this settlement was not only a man, but ones that looked nearly identical, if slightly smaller, than the yordle showing him around the area.

As affable as Chris was, it was hard for the bomber to stay focused on what was being said with how his host's body undulated as he walked. Every single muscle bulged when necessary, including his globular ass cheeks. The utter novelty of a yordle that muscular moving around was incredibly distracting, if a bit hypnotic.

"Alright, so those would be your choices for where to eat." Chris turned to face the chemist as he couldn't look over his shoulder due to the sheer amount of beef packed onto his bull-like neck. "What would you like?"

Ziggs went red as a beet as he'd only just realized that he hadn't been paying attention to anything that his host had said. He went into panic mode trying to remember a scrap of the conversation that could've been useful. "Uhh... I-I, um..." His eyes were wide as saucers.

Chris could only laugh when he saw the smaller yordle stammer. "I get it, it's a lot to take in all at once." He grabbed the visitor by the shoulder and effortlessly guided him over to a café. "Let's grab a seat here."

The process of ordering food was just like any other time that Ziggs had done it, only that the yordle manning the front counter looked like he could pulverize the wheat used for the baked goods by hand. Seeing people of this size casually working all these service jobs really threw him for a loop, and he knew that he couldn't keep the observation to himself anymore. "So I couldn't help but notice how different everyone here is."

"Different?" Chris quirked an eyebrow as he set his mug of tea on the ornately carved wooden table. "Different how?"

Ziggs cringed at initial choice of words. "Well, you guys have got...." He had legitimate trouble trying to come with something to say and feared offending his host. "You see, the people here are all-"

"Ridiculously huge? Monstrously beefy? Absurdly muscular? Some other adjective and noun combination?" Chris smirked, giving the flustered bomber a knowing glance. "You can come out and say it. None of us mind, really!"

"I wanted to, but I'm afraid my mom would kill me for not being polite." Ziggs giggled, rubbing the back of his neck.

Chris empathized with a very gentle pat on the other yordle's back. "Ah, she's not here to hear any of that. You don't have to worry about a thing." His grip on the chemist's shoulder grew firm. "But to answer the many questions that I'm sure you've got - we're not entirely sure why we are the way we are." The lack of an explanation to give left him looking miffed.

"Oh, seriously?!" Ziggs was shocked to hear that. "Well that doesn't answer any of my questions at all."

"Sorry, but we haven't got the foggiest idea as to what exactly is going on with us."

Ziggs rested his chin on the crooks of his hands between his index fingers and thumbs. "Is it something to do with the magic in the area?"

"That's honestly our prevailing theory at the moment, but what we don't know is exactly why we resonate with it in this specific way." Chris pressed his fingers together in front of his face. "We can feel it all around us. It's in the air, in the land, in our water, and our food. It's permeated everything, and it's different to any magic that I've ever felt in my life!"

Ziggs looked at the bagel that he'd been munching on before flicking his gaze back up to the larger yordle. "Do you like what happened to you guys?"

"Yeah! I mean, I'm always open to new experiences, and this is right up my alley." Chris leaned forward to get closer to his visitor, allowing the tan-furred yordle a good view of his pectoral cleavage. "Between you and me, it's made building this place a whole hell of a lot easier. The initial plans for the settlement had a way smaller scope than what we ended up doing here."

What little information Ziggs was given intrigued him, to the point where his mind started connecting other thoughts together. "So, what would happen if you guys went back to Bandle then?"

"To tell you the truth, I genuinely have no idea. For all I know, I could end up going back to looking like the other people in the city." Chris shrugged his boulder shoulders.

"Would that bother you at all? You seem pretty happy the way you are."

"Why would it bother me? I mean, we're yordles, we can adapt to any environment!" Chris heartily laughed. "But that's what I like about this; this opens up a ton of potential for what yordlekind could be capable of in the surrounding area. Who knows, there could be a pocket of magic around here that makes us six times as tall!"

Ziggs' face lit up when he heard that. "Oh man, I know someone who'd _love_that."

"I bet. There's a lot of adventurous yordles out there." Chris went to take a sip from the cup, only to cut himself short when he remembered something. "Right, I almost forgot. We're having our monthly get-together tonight in the middle of town. There'll be live music, catered food, partying, and other stuff. You're more than welcome to join us, but you don't have to feel obligated to."

"You guys have a monthly party?" Ziggs rested his hands on the table, using them to lean closer to the gray-and-white-furred yordle.

"Yeah, it's great for keeping morale up around here. A lot of the guys haven't seen their families in ages, so I set this up as a way to at least foster some kind of camaraderie amongst everyone." Chris emphasized his explanation with hand gestures. "If we had some way of reliably making it to and from Bandle City, we'd be doing that all the time. I do miss my friends."

Ziggs nodded. "Yeah, I get that. Makes me wonder how long I'd need to stumble onto it again."

"If we wanted to do it, we'd need help from the other side. Some people from Bandle would have to forge a path from their end so that we might be able to meet in the middle. We were originally gonna install some portals to take us back there no problem, but we aren't used to the magic here yet to be able to do that." Chris flipped his swoosh out from in front of his eye. "But yeah, swing by tonight if you want. We'd love to have you there."

It didn't take long for Ziggs to mull over an answer. "I got nothing better to do, so why not?"

***

As day turned to night, all of the townsfolk came out to the centre of the village to partake in the party. Like Ziggs was told, there was food and drink provided, looking like enough to keep everyone topped up for days. He thought that until he remembered that every yordle here was a veritable colossus that could easily eat his weight in food without thinking about it.

He was by far the tiniest guy there, with the next smallest being easily three times his size. It made it a bit hard for him to fit in since he was the outsider in both physique and social standing.

Ziggs took his spot on a log bench, admiring the fire in the massive, central pit. The warmth was as comforting to him as the glass of alcohol in his hand. He thought about mingling with the others, but he wouldn't even know where to start.

It didn't seem like he'd have a choice in the matter as two burly yordles sat down on either side of him - the brown-furred one that was running the café that he went to earlier, and a light-blue-furred one that worked as the village's tailor. Words instantaneously left him as he got flanked.

"Hey, Ziggs, right?" The baker nudged the tan-furred yordle's arm. "How are ya liking things here so far?"

"Uh..." Ziggs struggled to speak, rubbing the back of his neck. "This place is nice, just really different from what I'm used to."

The tailor chortled. "I hear that. It was an adjustment for us too when we built this place." He stuck out his hand for the smaller yordle to shake. "Name's Tannel, and on your other side is Hackett."

Ziggs accepted the larger man's hand, a bit intimidated at the yordle's grip strength. "Um... Pleased to meet the both of you." He gulped.

"Hey, ease up." Hackett smacked the other beefy yordle on his meaty arm. "He's not like us."

"Right!" Tannel let his hand slip out of the grasp. "Sorry, it's just been ages since I've interacted with anyone your size."

Ziggs nervously chuckled. "Yeah, I bet."

"So, Chris told me you're not even from Bandle these days." Hackett looked at the chemist with starry-eyed wonder. "What's it like living out there in the material realm?"

"Well," Ziggs took a moment to collect his thoughts, "I'm also on the small end since I'm living in a human city. Of course, none of them are as... densely packed as you guys are here." He cringed when he couldn't think of any other way to phrase that.

"That makes sense. I don't think we'd find any place in either realm where people looked like we do." Tannel rested a hand on his hip as he couldn't cross them over his barrel chest.

The more that Ziggs conversed with the residents of this village, the more that questions formed inside of his mind. Soon he had a whole plethora of things that he wanted to ask. "Was it weird to see everyone get, uh, bigger?" He fumbled as he tried to think of an apt word.

"Yeah. I'd say so. It was certainly interesting to see people's appetite's develop over time. Every place that served food had people eating way more than they did compared to months before that." Hackett twiddled his fingers as he recalled the previous years. "It was a bit of a hurdle to be able to keep up with them."

"Try being the tailor to a town of people who constantly tear their clothing." Tannel scoffed. "I mean, it keeps me in business, sure, but it also gives me a headache every day. The stuff to make the necessary material for our clothes is not easy to come by."

Ziggs took in everything that the pair of beefcakes told him, listening to how they viewed the development of the village. He was genuinely engrossed with their stories, but his concentration broke when he realized that the only other member of this settlement that he knew was nowhere to be found. "Hey, where's Chris?"

The two other yordles took note of that and looked around, not seeing their leader anywhere. It then dawned on them where he'd be at that moment. "Ah." Hackett tilted his head back in realization. "He's probably with someone else right now."

"Like, around a corner or something?" Ziggs' face scrunched up in confusion.

"No, he's..." Tannel scratched one of his titanic traps. "He's getting intimate with another villager."

Ziggs' face froze with an expression of bewilderment which the other two picked up on.

"Lemme explain." Tannel sighed. "So, we've all been here for some time now and have gotten to know each other quite well, to the point that, uh... We take care of each other's urges."

"We've done it for years now." Hackett added. "And we'd be more than willing to take care of you too if you needed it."

Ziggs bit his lip, still trying to figure out how the conversation flipped so quickly. "I think I'm actually good. The whole experience has got me kinda beat as is."

"And that's okay!"

With the festivities still ongoing, Tannel looked back at the multiple tables set up with goods to see what was still available. "You guys hungry?"

Ziggs didn't get a chance to say anything before his stomach growled. "Yeah, I could go for a little something."

***

Chris did eventually make his way back to the party, but he had to take a moment to freshen up. Even though did everything that he could to mask the scent of sex, a whiff still lingered on him and his clothes.

"I hope you've been enjoying your stay so far." Chris slung his rippling arm around the smaller yordle's shoulders, guiding him through a sleepy part of the settlement.

"It's been nice so far." Ziggs felt a bit tipsy from the alcohol that he consumed earlier, so he didn't mind the support from his beefy host. "Different, but nice."

Chris grinned. "I'm glad to hear that!" He used his other hand to flip his hair out of his face.

Ziggs tried, and failed, to stifle a burp, though it did help him settle his stomach after eating what was likely a regular meal for the townsfolk. "Oh man, I'm gonna sleep well tonight."

"That's perfect, because I'm bringing you to one of the guest cabins."

That brought a smile to Ziggs' face for the first time that day. It felt weird to him that they were so hospitable because normally people were anything but at that kind of size, but he appreciated all that they'd done for him. It made him feel less like he was lost than when he initially arrived.

Eventually the pair of them arrived at a cabin near the back of the residential area, clearly unoccupied by how clean it was compared to some of the others. "Okay, here we are! This will be yours for however long you choose to stay here." Chris opened the door to reveal a pristinely kept interior, complete with a soft-looking mattress to lay down on.

The bed immediately called to Ziggs, who beelined for it and unceremoniously flopped on top of it. "God, it's so comfortable."

"You can thank the furniture maker for that. He did a really good job with everything considering how far we are in the middle of nowhere."

That caused a thought to shoot to the front of Ziggs' mind. "So," he pushed himself up so that he could see the hunk yordle, "did you guys, like, do all these jobs before constructing this place, or did you all take on new work out of necessity?" He was thrilled that he was still sober enough to form coherent sentences.

"Uh, for the most part it's the same." Chris scrunched his face up in thought. "For the expedition, I was actually in charge of locating a suitable place to settle the village, but that job ceased being useful once this place was established. I then ended up as leader because everyone felt like it was a natural fit."

"Oh," Ziggs yawned, covering his open mouth with his hand, "I see."

Chris saw the tan-furred yordle struggle to stay awake and made the decision to head for the door. "I should probably let you get some rest now, you've had a long day. I'll see you tomorrow." He carefully shut the door behind him on his way out.

Ziggs was about to say something but couldn't find the energy to do so - the bed was just too comfortable. It only took him several, short moments afterwards to drift off to sleep.

***

That had to have been the most restful slumber that Ziggs had ever experienced. Despite him sleeping in an unfamiliar bed, he felt refreshed from head to toe. If partying like that lets you sleep like a baby, then he'd have to bring that home with him if he could ever find his way out of the place.

With a slight yawn, he rolled onto his side and pushed himself into a sitting position, his legs dangling over the edge of the bed. Time to freshen up and tackle the new day.

He wandered to the back of the cabin and was amazed to see that it had internal plumbing; the fact that it existed all the way out here solidified his thinking that this place could be some kind of yordle resort one day.

A quick splash of cold water from the sink was all that Ziggs needed to ensure that he had sufficiently woken up. He then set his eyes on the shower stall and stripped out of his dirty clothes, leaving them on the floor on the opposite side of the room. It felt nice to have his fur entirely out in the open air again.

He yawned again as he adjusted the water temperature, trying to find the sweet spot on the unfamiliar shower head. Faster than he anticipated, the washroom filled with steam as barely any time was needed to make the stream comfortable. He had to give it to these guys and their craftsmanship - they knew what they were doing.

Now standing under the water and letting it cascade down his body, Ziggs let his hands roam around his form, making sure that his fur got wet enough to allow soap to clean it. As much as he preferred the bottle of fur shampoo back home in his shower, he knew that asking for more than a bar of soap might be a tall order to fill.

Humming emanated from his throat as the water warmed him all over. He felt at peace, which was a huge step up in his line of thinking as he wasn't sure what he thought of this place. Honestly, he kinda liked it here so far. The people were friendly, the food was plentiful, and they sure know how to-

Something felt wrong; Ziggs didn't immediately know what it was, but his fingers detected that some part of him seemed not quite right. He let his fingers run along his frame until he finally pinpointed the issue - his gut was gone!

Someway, somehow, he lost what he thought was a defining trait of his. It wasn't as if he liked having it or anything, but he'd had one for as long as he could remember, despite countless attempts to get rid of it.

And now it's gone, but that wasn't the only change. All over, his physique seemed just slightly more defined than it did. Where his gut used to be was now the beginning of some abs, his chest had puffed out some meagre pectorals, his arm muscles could actually be seen... All of it was different now!

Ziggs immediately stopped his shower and got out, hastily drying himself off before resuming the self-examination. Indeed, his form was ever so slightly larger than when he went to bed the night before.

That's when it hit him; he remembered what Chris had said about this area in particular gradually making everyone bigger than they used to be. No one knew why that was the case, but they all clearly saw the results.

Maybe someone knew enough about this to answer some questions, and he had an idea of who to go to.

***

Chris was busy working at the desk in his office, making sure not to put paperwork directly underneath his prodigious pectorals as he couldn't see past them. Despite not having contact with Bandle City, he was instructed to keep a log of everything that was going on in the settlement. It wasn't his explicit purpose, but he was hoping that he might be able to see a trend somewhere that could explain everything that had happened to his men.

He was so engrossed in his work that he didn't hear a knock at his door. "Hey, uh, you got a minute?" Ziggs' tone ran thick with concern.

"Uh," Chris straightened himself out, making sure that his clothes looked as presentable as possible stretched over his bulging body like that, "yeah, come in. What can I do for you?"

"So I just..." Ziggs still had difficulty trying to process what he discovered this morning. It took him a hot second to come out and say what was on his mind. "My body changed overnight."

Chris was genuinely surprised to hear that, especially considering the fact that the transformations of he and his men took place over the course of a couple of years. "It did? What happened to you?"

"You can see it right now, I'm thinner." Ziggs slapped his midsection with both hands. "But at the same time, I'm also a little musclier all over! I didn't think that it'd happen to me already."

"Neither did I." Chris adjusted his glasses, getting a good look at the smaller yordle. "So are you looking to be escorted back to Bandle? I'm sure this is very distressing for you."

That gave Ziggs pause, making him realize that he hadn't actually figured out what he thought of the changes. "I mean, I don't really mind it. It could be temporary, so why worry about it, right?"

"What if it's not, though?" Chris quirked a brow. He knew that it took some of his men quite some time to come to terms with their new, giant forms.

Again, Ziggs mused. He couldn't have guessed that he'd be faced with this kind of dilemma. "You know what? I'm fine with that too. I'm a yordle, I'll figure something out."

Not finding a reason to argue, Chris shrugged his cannonball-like shoulders. "Alright, well you're more than happy to stay here for the time being then!" He warmly smiled. "Enjoy what our village has to offer."

***

Ziggs felt good about himself. Sure, the abrupt changes to his body were a little shocking, but it was nothing that he couldn't handle. Hell, the other men around here went through worse, and they're still smiling. Why couldn't he?

It gave him a calm that he hadn't had in a while, knowing that no matter what happened to him from that point on, he could take care of himself just like the others did, and that he could get help whenever he needed it.

And at that moment, taking care of himself meant grabbing a bite to eat, as evident by his growling stomach. Not only did the café that he went to earlier have some baked goods to snack on, but traditional breakfast foods were also on the menu. He wasn't sure where Hackett got the eggs, necessary to make an omelette, but like hell he'd complain about it!

With his hunger sated, he thanked the other yordle and made off in a random direction from town, though noticing that his clothes were a tad bit tighter than before, and not just where his belly used to be. It seemed like the magic in the village was inescapable wherever he went.

Ziggs ended up wandering around for a bit, taking a stroll along a trail that had been stomped out by the other denizens of the settlement. It seemed like their heavy footfalls were enough to ensure that the weed-like grass couldn't grow there anymore.

A tinge of worry wriggled up his spine. He was in an unfamiliar part of the Spirit Realm, and he just wandered away from the only civilization present in the area. His anxiety got the better of him, and he headed back to town, but not before noticing that he'd been positively soaking in the magic infused around him.

His clothes now felt far snugger on him even though he couldn't have been gone longer than an hour or two. On one hand he was actually thrilled that he possessed more than fat for the first time in his life, but on the other he was annoyed that it meant that he was having trouble staying comfortable in his attire. Changes must be made now.

Ziggs wandered over to where Tannel set up shop, with the light-blue-furred tailor's jaw nearly hitting the floor when he noticed the gains that the chemist had made in less than a day. It got him wondering if staying here was really such a good idea after all.

Nevertheless, he still did his job, and fitted the smaller yordle into a pair of clothes with some give in case he was still growing. While Ziggs thanked him, he speculated if the garment had enough slack.

As the sun rolled past its peak, Ziggs' appetite roared back to life, making him starving again despite having eaten mere hours ago. It made sense to him, however, as he had more bulk to feed now. That's what happens when you're twice the yordle that you used to be.

He took his enlarging body into a restaurant, where a supremely beefy host brought him to a seat and introduced him to the equally brawny waiter that would take his order. Against his better judgment, he got the biggest steak that the place offered and absolutely devoured it in a little over half an hour. Coupling that with his own pitcher of beer made him feel more satisfied than he ever had been before, and not just because he was already outgrowing his brand-new clothes.

It took him some extra brain power because of the booze he guzzled down, but Ziggs managed to stumble out of the restaurant with as much grace as he could muster. A small tuft of fur could be seen between his embiggening pecs, which themselves were visible thanks to his dress shirt failing to keep his bulk contained. Not like he minded, of course.

In his fairly inebriated state of mind, he felt like his best course of action was to head back to his cabin and cool off. He'd had a hell of a day, and his bed sounded wonderful right about now.

While Ziggs wasn't exactly ready to go to bed, the alcohol was certainly making things difficult for him as his eyes struggled to stay open. He rubbed them with the ball of his palm to try and stay awake.

Because he was busy trying to keep conscious, he didn't notice the imposing figure of the town's leader in the doorway, about to knock but stopping when he saw the dramatically different form of his guest. "Holy shit!" Chris' jaw fell agape in an instant.

Ziggs heard that and scrambled to see who it was, now understanding the other men's plight as he couldn't see past his protruding chest anymore. "Oh, Chris?" He could feel his buzz start to weaken a bit as his words weren't slurring so much now. "What are you doing here?"

"I'd heard people talking amongst themselves about you absolutely blowing up in size, but I didn't believe that in the slightest." Chris rubbed his forehead, trying to process how much had happened to the tan-furred yordle in such a short amount of time. "Clearly, I should've listened to them. Your rate of growth is totally unprecedented. Not even I grew that quickly!"

Ziggs giggled. "You weren't kidding, the magic is all over the fucking place!" He unbuttoned his shirt to let his meaty pecs breathe in the open air, revealing a fluffy treasure trail running down the front of his torso. He actually grew hairier all over as he got bigger, with coarse fur bunching up under his armpits, along his arms and legs, and even at the baser of his crotch.

"It's, uh, kinda hard to lie about something like this." Chris sighed, rubbing his forehead. "I genuinely can't believe that growth like this was even possible; I mean, you must've been soaking in magic to get to that size. It makes me wonder just how saturated the area is..." His voice had a tinge of worry at the end.

"Is this really that bad?" Ziggs could see the other yordle's concern even though his mind was still a tad booze-addled. "Wasn't this gonna happen anyway?"

"More than likely," Chris rubbed the back of his bull-neck, "but in no way could I have seen this coming."

While his movements were still a bit wobbly, Ziggs tried his best to stay upright. "Maybe I should head back to Bandle then and tell people about what's going on here." He huffed, stroking the fur on one of his titanic traps with a hand. Sweat started to bead along the crevices between his muscles, staining the dress shirt that he wore; it was like someone had cranked the thermostat in the cabin. "Is it getting hot in here, or is it just me?"

The question, along with the growing sweat stains, instantly tipped Chris off as to what the tan-furred yordle was experiencing. "It's just you, but I know what's happening." He walked over to the chemist and helped get the shirt off, only to look down and see one pant leg straining to house the other man's swelling schlong. "Yup, you've gotten hornier just like the rest of us."

"Holy fuck." Ziggs panted, now struggling to get his pants off without tearing them. "You guys all go through this?!"

"Regularly." Chris smirked, remembering how his men could barely contain themselves for a few weeks. "First time was definitely the roughest since we had no clue what we were in for." With a gentle tug, he was able to yank the waistband of the pants down past the other yordle's bloated quads, admiring how much they resembled his own. "And now you get to know what we went through!"

Ziggs looked like he'd been told of a curse that his family had been hiding from him until he was old enough to finally understand it. He wasn't entirely sure how to feel about it. "Oh man, I don't think I'm sober enough for this..."

"You've got no choice in the matter." Chris stepped back and watched the bomber strip out of his expertly crafted briefs, exposing that throbbing python to the rest of the world.

It was less than a second, but Ziggs observed how his hand instantly shot to his crotch rocket and groped it, a moan escaping from his mouth. "How the hell do you guys get anything done around here like this?!"

"We don't when we're like this, but I know exactly how to help if you want it." Chris glanced at the other yordle with a look of maturity that only came with constant practice.

"I don't care what you do at this point. Just help me!"

Wordlessly, Chris grabbed a hold of the chemist and pulled him in, their massive bodies pressed against one another just as hard as he mashed his lips against the other yordle's.

Despite his initial surprise, Ziggs dug into the kiss, his fervent desire bubbling up from the pit of his soul. He forced against the gray-and-white-furred yordle's mouth with a passion that he hadn't felt in a long time. Fuck, he needed this.

Chris heard a growl of approval from the bomber as the other yordle's fingers roamed around his muscular body. It was as if an urge had been unearthed that had long been dormant, and he knew it all too well. He could tell exactly what his guest was feeling when a whimper had been elicited in reaction to their embrace. It was time to see how the chemist was feeling.

Ziggs felt confusion roll through him when the embrace had suddenly ended, thinking that they hadn't even begun to start. "Hey, what gives?"

Chris licked his lips. "It's exactly as I figured. You seem pretty touch-starved."

The declaration wasn't what he wanted to hear, but he couldn't deny it in the slightest. He hated how lonely his life could be at times. "Yeah, well, yordles aren't exactly liked where I'm from, so there's not a lot around me to socialize with."

"That's a shame." Chris caressed the other yordle's face, thumb gingerly brushing down the cheek. He believed that none of his kinfolk should have to feel ostracized in their chosen community. Still, he had more pressing matters at hand. "In any case, how do you feel?"

Ziggs took a second to mentally examine himself, in awe of the results. "A little bit better, actually." His prodigious chest heaved with every breath. "I still feel hornier than ever, though."

"I believe it." Chris eyed the aroused yordle and reminisced about what he felt at that size. "Do you want me to give you some privacy and come back later?" He gestured his head toward the door.

"No, stay, please!" Ziggs blurted without thinking, stopping himself when he realized what he had said. "Ugh, I've never been like this before. What am I doing?"

"It's been a while since you've had any sort of sexual interaction, hasn't it?" Chris' demeanour hadn't changed in the slightest in the entire time that he observed the chemist.

Ziggs sighed, his broad shoulders slumping forward. "Is it that obvious?"

"It was a common occurrence when all us guys were living out here away from the rest of the yordles." Chris noticed the other yordle move his arm involuntarily, sparking a grin that recalled memories of his own insatiable appetite. "You know that you can go ahead, right? I genuinely don't mind."

Ziggs was about to ask what he meant until he saw his hand wrapped around his fat meatlog. His cheeks flushed beat red, but he couldn't deny his arousal. "Oh, uh..." He nervously chuckled, though it made no sense to him to stop now since he'd come so far already. A simple squeeze of his cock was enough to send shivers ripping up his spine and show him just how much more sensitive he was now. "Oh shit!" His knees buckled underneath him, and he dropped to the floor.

Chris took the opportunity to walk over to the open door of the cabin as the heady musk that the bomber gave off was beginning to affect him as well. "Just gonna go get some fresh air. I'll know when you're done."

Ziggs didn't have a choice but to stay, inhaling the scent that wafted off of him. It was far more intense than he'd experienced before, with the only other times that even came close was when he huffed his musky boxers. But to have it this strong and out in the open was divine; he wondered how his clothes would smell now.

He stroked his girthy shaft like he'd done a million times in the past, only it never felt anywhere near this good. Every rub sent an electrical impulse rocketing through his nervous system, heightening his arousal tenfold. He craved more.

Faster and faster his hand stroked, his breathing growing more laboured as he jerked himself to completion. His soul was alight from the heat of his desire to cum.

Hips now bucking to help get him off, Ziggs was on the cusp of orgasm. His hand roamed to one of his firm pectorals and found purchase on a fat nipple, squeezing it, and coaxing a loud moan out of himself. Rivulets of preseed drooled from the tip of his cock as a result, coating his hand. It fueled him on until he found himself slowing down, his eyes going half-lidded. A few more pumps was all that he could manage until he cried out and blasted rope against the opposite wall.

Gobs of yordlebatter streamed down the side of his bedroom and pooled on the floor below. The wooden surface got painted a pearlescent white, providing a juxtaposition against its natural dark-brown appearance. Not that he could see any of it due to his eyes being screwed shut from climax.

It'd been several long minutes before Ziggs shot out the last wad of cum, his tensed muscles finally getting a chance to relax. He felt absolutely drained of energy like it'd been geysered out with his spunk. His arms fell to the ground as his body slumped backwards out of exhaustion, landing on his dimpled glutes.

The sudden lack of action and sound clued Chris into knowing that his guest had finished, the end result reminding him of what his masturbation sessions looked like. "So, how was it?"

Ziggs had to take several extra seconds to catch his breath before he felt comfortable speaking again. "Oh man, that was fucking awesome!" The blood in his girthy meatlog receded back into his body, causing his prick to flag.

"First time usually hits the hardest, then you get used to it." Chris smiled, offering a hand to help the other beefcake up.

"That happens every time?" Ziggs' jaw nearly hit the floor as he accepted the gray-and-white-furred yordle's hand.

Chris pulled the chemist to his feet, noting how much lighter he felt compared to himself. "For the most part, yeah. They get stronger the more you put it off, so we try not to let ourselves go too long without whipping our dicks out."

Ziggs' face contorted into an excited grin. "Dude, I want that!"

Chris cocked his head at the remark, his words momentarily caught in his throat. "You what?"

"I wanna know what you guys feel. I wanna be huger, like you guys." Ziggs looked at the other stud with stars in his eyes.

"That sounds like the alcohol talking." Chris nudged the bomber's arm.

"It probably is." Ziggs giggled.

That was when Chris' expression grew stern. "But really, that's what you want?"

"I'll be honest with you," Ziggs cleared his throat, "the initial thought of getting that big seemed kinda terrifying with how much you guys had to work around your size, but cumming like that more than makes up for it." He could feel his kidmaker plumping up back to life again. "That made me feel a lot more sexually confident in myself, which is something I've sorely lacked."

Chris quirked a brow upon hearing that. "And you want to go all the way?"

"Hell yeah, absolutely!" Ziggs' mouth twisted into an ear-to-ear grin. "Nothing will be able to stop me at your size!"

"Well, okay then." With a lascivious look, Chris eyed the other yordle for a split second before lunging at him and landing on top of him on the bed. He pressed his lips against the other's, feeling the force he gave out being reciprocated. His hands roamed all along the chemist's sweat-matted fur, fingers tracing along the muscular peaks that nearly doubled in size when flexed. It paid to have the most sexual experience in this village.

Ziggs thought he was in heaven with how fulfilled he felt. He'd never been hornier, and he showed it with how hard he groped his host through the light fabric of those clothes. He could tell that the other yordle was the biggest around from the way each and every muscle filled his hand, where not even his could do that!

Chris pushed himself up temporarily, catching the confusion of the beefcake beneath him, only to smirk, grabbing openings in the front of his dress shirt and pulling in opposite directions, ripping the buttons from the material, and sending them flying across the room. He did the same with his pants before hastily slipping out of his briefs, leaving him entire in the nude, and rock-fucking-solid.

The sight of the fattest cock that he'd ever laid his eyes on left Ziggs drooling in eagerness, his own schlong standing in attention. It was a travesty that he'd never gotten to experience this sooner.

"You want to get bigger?" Chris posed with a hand on his hip, his smirk obscured by his grotesque pectorals.

"More than anything!" Ziggs reached up, feeling how the other behemoth's chest muscles were harder than diamond. He'd do whatever it took to reach that size.

"Suck me off then." With his other hand, Chris angled the cock toward the bomber below him, already spurting out a dab of pre.

Wordlessly, Ziggs shoved that magnum dong into his mouth, salivating over the taste. His tongue worked its way around the cocktip and wedged itself beneath the foreskin, allowing him to indulge in the salty flavour of the other man.

Chris nearly collapsed then and there from the sudden spike in libido, the head of his dick being one of the most sensitive parts of his body. He moaned and grabbed the back of the other yordle's head, pushing it down.

Ziggs didn't resist his mouth gliding along the length of that rod, especially as more and more precum trickled its way down the back of his throat. It made him think back to every other time that he'd had sex with someone else, realizing that if he were to combine all the jizz that was discharged from those sessions, they'd likely not compare to what the python in his maw could spew. The thought only enticed him further.

Chris did his best to keep his composure while the other yordle bobbed up and down on his shaft. His fellow villagers were all too adept with their mouths, none of them possessed the untapped eagerness of someone who'd never wrapped their lips around his pillar for the first time. He'd forgotten what his first blowjob as a colossal yordle was like and felt like he was reliving that moment.

Ziggs moaned around the pole between his lips, his tongue sliding all along the extent of the cockflesh. It was slick with both pre and his saliva, letting him move effortlessly from tip to base. Reaching the pelvis was also a good thing as the other yordle's musky pubes gave him a whiff of the spicy scent trapped within. The chance to get more of the aroma unearthed sent shivers ripping up his spine.

The continued oral assault battered Chris' will to keep himself contained but he didn't mind in the slightest. He barely had to hold onto the other yordle's head too as the chemist fervently did all the work himself. He'd have to see how long the bomber was planning on staying, and whether or not he'd be down for a second round.

Preseed production ramped up the longer that Ziggs bobbed on that thick log of yordle fuckmeat, indicating that its owner was nearing climax. He pushed himself with all his might until the grip on the back of his head suddenly grew far more forceful and thrust his lips to the base of the cock. That elicited a loud moan from him, partly because of the sheer volume of yordlebatter currently shooting down his throat, but also because he finally got to dig his nose deep into the other stud's musky pubic brush. He never knew how much he lusted for a man that smelled this masculine before.

The draining of his cum tanks led Chris to bite his bottom lip, failing to keep his composure as he unloaded everything that his over-productive testosterone factories churned up that day. The way that the yordle below him greedily guzzled down everything that he blasted out caused his heart to flutter.

As the flow trickled to a halt, Ziggs pulled his mouth off of the leader's cock, gasping when he finally got to breathe normally again. Not a single drop of virile seed had been dropped, meaning that all of it shot down his throat, making him feel particularly bloated. There wasn't a meal in existence that he could eat that would replicate how full he felt right now.

"Well," Chris huffed, running his fingers through his hair swoop, "I'm honestly impressed. I didn't expect a small guy like you to be able to take me like that."

Ziggs groaned as he rubbed his over-filled stomach. "I think I fail to see how this could possibly help me."

Chris stroked his chin with a hand as he inspected the tan-furred yordle. "Oh, I'd give it about... five seconds?"

"What?" Ziggs barely had any time to react before he felt a warmth grow in the pit of his stomach, spreading outwards in all directions as it engulfed his body. As quickly as it appeared, the swollen feeling in his gut vanished, leaving him as energized as when he started. "Wait, what's going on?"

Chris chuckled while he shook his head. "Nope, I'm not telling you. You'll have to see for yourself."

The cryptic nature of the reply didn't leave Ziggs all that pleased. He racked his brain trying to think of why he felt the way he did before he remembered what he'd asked the other yordle to do to him, his eyes going wide in realization. As if his body was cued to his brain, a tingle that lasted for a few seconds suddenly materialized in his arm, leading to the muscle groups instantly creaking larger.

He was overcome by the sensation as it traveled all along his form, pumping up his physique to what he'd normally have thought to be an obscene degree, but was now his target. He reveled in the embiggening process, letting his hands wander as much as they could while his muscles were ballooning out. A laugh escaped his throat when he discovered that his formerly-flat stomach was tightening into a hard tortoise shell; he was cursed to have a gut no matter what his body type was.

When all was said and done, Ziggs felt as heavy as a human soldier covered head to toe in cumbersome would be, only he was clad in dense musculature that he had no intentions of getting rid of. He was a veritable god of fertility that his friends would no doubt want a piece of, one that they'd worship and pray to if yordles actually followed a religion. Eh, he'd be happy just to let them play with his body.

Chris stuck out a hand to help the newly-minted beefcake up, a warm smile on his face. "Welcome to the land of the large."

Ziggs took a second to regain his bearings after hearing that, realizing that he was still in the bedroom of his cabin. "Wait, so why did that make me bigger when jerking myself off didn't?" He accepted the other yordle's hand.

"We noticed really quickly that playing with yourself doesn't affect our sizes but fooling around with each other absolutely did." Chris had to use a lot more strength to pull the chemist onto his feet, but it gave him a good view of the other yordle's sheer size. If it weren't for the fact that they possessed different fur colours and facial accessories, they'd be the spitting image of each other. "We maxed out our sizes really quickly after that."

"Goddamn!" Ziggs exclaimed when he saw how much more room he took up now. His pecs jutted out far off of his chest, while his arms had to rest at a forty-five-degree angle now that his biceps fought his pecmeat for space. Gone were the days of being able to see his feet, or even being able to bend down to touch them. He'd say the same for his cock, but with how long and thick it was he couldn't keep his hands off it even if he wanted to. "So, is that all the size I'm getting then?"

Chris observed the bomber for a hot second before nodding. "Yeah, you're around my size now, and I haven't seen anyone get larger than that."

"Huh, okay. I'm fine with that." Ziggs pondered the effects of his magically induced physique before his thoughts floated back to his friends. "Do you think I'd be able to do what you did to me to other yordles?"

Chris was about to speak but stopped himself when the answer didn't instantaneously pop into his head. "You know, I'm not entirely sure. We'd need an actual study to show clear results on how this magic affects yordles both here and back in Bandle City, and I guess in the material realm too since you live there." His expression turned inquisitive as he shot a glance over to his guest. "Do you think they'd even like having this kind of size?"

Ziggs beamed. "Oh, of course! Probably." Doubt niggled into the back of his head as he pursed his lips. "Okay, maybe."

Chris sniggered, draping his meaty arm over the chemist's impressive traps. "I'd ask them, if I were you."

"Yeah, I probably should." Ziggs chuckled. While he couldn't appreciate it before, he definitely liked how the other yordle's muscles rubbed against his. His prodigious pillar throbbed to life in reaction to the touch, barely giving him a moment of reprieve. "Oh wow, hard again already." He huffed, not anticipating to be raring to go again so soon.

Chris sighed. "That was something I wanted to mention beforehand. We don't really have much downtime when we're this oversexed."

"So, how do you guys manage to not drive yourself crazy from being horny all the time?" Ziggs was only now understanding the downside of having such a heightened libido.

"Oh, we eventually figured that out. Turns out the best way to go about it is to just have a positively mind-blowing orgasm, and then you're golden for a couple days." Chris stated matter-of-factly.

Ziggs tried to form words, but no sound came out of his mouth. "It's... it's just that easy?"

"Oh yeah, totally." Chris shrugged his boulder shoulders. "I mean, you could absolutely blow a load some time afterwards if you really wanted to, but you won't feel the aching in your soul for release."

"Huh." Ziggs took in everything that was being explained to him, trying not to distract himself with how overly sensitive his dick was now. "So, me feeling like I could blow my load again means that..."

Chris' laugh boomed throughout the room. "Oh man, that means you have no idea what I'm referring to! Okay, wait right here then." With a spring in his step, he bounded in the direction of the door.

"Wait!" Ziggs was caught off-guard by the sudden casual nature of his host and wanted to stop him before he left the cabin. "Don't you have to put your clothes back on?!"

"Naw." "We wear clothes around here as a courtesy to everyone else, but in all honesty, nobody really gives a shit what you're clad in. We've all seen each other naked anyway." He smirked before heading out of the doorway, out of sight.

And just like that, Ziggs was alone again, though with a pesky need to cream the cabin wall. Man, if one didn't have the biggest orgasm possible, then they'd be stuck wanting to get off all the time? As much as he liked how it felt, he had other things that he wanted to do with his time rather than just jerk off. He genuinely hoped that the gray-and-white-furred yordle knew what he was talking about.

"And I'm back!" Chris' voice arrived through the doorway of the cabin before his body did, though he wasn't alone now. "And I've brought friends with me."

Ziggs wordlessly watched as Chris paraded into the bedroom with both Tannel and Hackett following along behind him, both of which in various states of undress.

"Hot damn, you weren't kidding. He's huge!" Tannel exclaimed. As much as he wanted to keep his eyes glued to the village's guest, his occupation as a tailor trained him to view any and all clothing in the area that he was in. That was when he spotted the distinctive green shirt that the largest yordle wore, though it was missing a key feature. "Did you rip the buttons off your shirt?" He glared at his leader, annoyed.

Chris rubbed the back of his bull neck. "Oh yeah, I did do that, didn't I?" He nervously chuckled. "Those can be put back on, right?"

"Only if you find me every button." Tannel snorted.

Hackett struggled to take his own shirt off, being extra careful not to tear the sleeves along the seams. "Seems like you guys have been busy." He gestured to the wooden wall with his head.

"That's just the start." Chris impishly grinned, his gaze flicking back to the chemist. He grabbed a hold of the tan-furred yordle's cannonball-like shoulders and pulled him in, pecs smooshing against one another as he made them lock lips. He did it a lot that day, but neither of them grew tired of it. This time, however, he ended it much earlier, his tongue hanging out as he gazed at the bomber with a predatory look in his eyes. "Don't think we're done yet."

"Wha-" Ziggs barely had half a second to process everything as the back of his head was grabbed and mercilessly shoved in between the other yordle's pecs. In an instant, all that he could breathe in was the leader's masculine musk, the potent stench replacing all the air in his nostrils. Confusion turned into lust as he grew to love the smell, now lashing his tongue out in order to unearth more of the delicious funk.

With the other yordle moaning in a musk-drunken stupor, Chris knew that the time to go was now. "Okay, I think he's sufficiently primed." He unceremoniously yanked the chemist's head from his pec valley, letting the tan-furred yordle take a second to reorient himself. His gaze shot to the other two men in the room. "Shall we?"

"Shall we what?" Ziggs asked, dazed, and confused. He soon found himself surrounded by the other three yordles, which is when his brain tried piecing everything together, though it was hard with everyone's bulging pectorals enveloping his entire form. "Wait... Is this an orgy."

"You betcha!" Chris gleefully replied. "Don't worry," he caressed the side of his guest's face, "we're gonna blow your mind."

"Seems like he's good with his mouth. I think I'll try that." Tannel admired how far the bomber had come in such a short amount of time.

Hackett's eyes lit up when they landed on the chemist's schlong. "Oh, I _know_I can please that dick!"

Ziggs began to feel uncomfortable as the others sized him up like a cut of beef. "Uh..."

"Hey," Chris rubbed the other yordle's arm, "do you still wanna do this? We can stop if you want."

It took him a moment, but Ziggs ultimately nodded his head. "Yeah, I do. I wanna feel what you guys are capable of, and what this body can do." His breathing intensified with anticipation, though his goofy nature still shone through. "And, you know, I kinda wanna go for a walk or something later and I don't wanna jizz myself in the middle of the town."

"Understandable." Chris chuckled. "Well, if you want to," he leaned over, getting his mouth right beside the other yordle's fluffy ear and whispering, "then let me bend you over and breed that sweet ass of yours. Give you a stretching you won't soon forget."

Ziggs gulped, a glob of pre belching forth from his pole. He wanted this, and he wanted it badly; if it wasn't because he wanted to explore every avenue of his body, then it was to quell the raging inferno in his soul. He positioned himself in the midst of the three of them, groaning when he felt their hands grope his tensing frame. The ministrations shook his core, eliciting a moan out of him as those fingers danced along his swollen musculature. He knew that this had to be something that he'd show his friends back in the city.

Chris took his spot behind his guest, admiring the set of globular ass cheeks that had developed in less than a day. He let his meat flop between them and ooze sticky preseed onto the tan-furred yordle's back. "I don't know if you've taken anybody before, but even if you hooked up with someone else here, I'd have to warn you that I'm just a bit bigger than anyone else in town." His hips involuntarily bucked forward on their own, rubbing his pre into the other yordle's fur. "No pressure though, I'm sure you'll do great!"

Tannel grunted when he felt his erect yordlehood fondled. "Chris mentioned that you knew what you were doing, so this shouldn't be too much for you." He patted the chemist's headfur as his fucklog was licked and suckled on. "But do tell me if you need a break. Things can get rough in a group like this."

Hackett, unlike the other two, had already gotten into the spirit of the orgy and began nuzzling his nose into the bomber's pelvic fur. He lashed his tongue through the pubic bush and snorted when the heady musk was dredged up, imprinting onto his brain. A moan shot past his lips in response, and he groped the cock next to his head.

Taking that as a cue, Chris parted that dimpled rear to bring the tip of his dick down, already feeling resistance from the veritable slabs of beef on all sides of it. He couldn't see it, but the other yordle's pucker twitched wildly from just the mere act of brushing the delicate ring of muscle with the head of his rod. He slathered all around the opening with a liberal amount of pre and then, sucking air through gritted teeth, carefully advanced into his guest's rear entrance.

This coaxed a loud moan out of Ziggs, who'd just barely gotten the tip of the light-blue-furred yordle's dong into his mouth. It caused a chain reaction as he squeezed the cockflesh, which made the tailor gasp as well. His tongue went to work coated the sensitive head in saliva, making sure to get under the foreskin too. If their leader succumbed to his mouth work, then the other men likewise would.

Hackett was just as voracious in his endeavours, wrapping his lips around the tan-furred yordle's cock with gusto. He groaned from the masculine scent still pummeling his olfactory nerve. It was as robust as it was intoxicating, which in turn made him salivate along the chemist's girthy python. If it weren't for his boss' pillar, this would've been the fattest prick he'd ever seen.

"Oh shit, he was right!" Tannel hissed, gripping the back of the guest's head tightly. This only spurred the other yordle on, with more of his meat being devoured. Salty precum dribbled down the back of the bomber's throat from the euphoric stimulation shocking his system with rhythmic pulses. Looks like the new guy had more experience than he realized!

Every bob along his shaft sent Tannel into a state of bliss, his nipples perky from the overwhelming stimulation. One hand still on the other yordle's head, he groped one of his swollen pectorals, feeling how the thick boulders couldn't be dented by his fingers. He huffed harder with every time his endowment disappeared into the chemist, his heart rate rising from excitement. It just reminded him of every time that he was in that position, and he loved it.

Engrossed in his work, Hackett reveled in the sheer thickness of the meatlog in his mouth. He'd done this a multitude of times since helping establish the village, so he forgot what someone's first blowjob as a beefcake felt like. Every tense of the chemist's pelvis and throb of his cock was felt and only added to the excitement. Wanting to make it a memorable experience, he cupped the other pendulous yordle's balls, feeling them gurgle as they produced their own virile spunk. He could tell how much the guest loved being this size.

Ziggs struggled to stay upright as he got assaulted from three different angles. He almost wondered if this was a common occurrence in this place, as well as how many yordles were usually involved. It might've been his skyrocketing libido talking, but he felt like he could handle a few more; he had hands and feet, after all.

Chris seemed to work in tandem with the yordle that he was fucking, with every one of his thrusts pushing him onto the tailor's schlong. His hands were firmly gripped onto his guest's hips, though it gave him an excellent opportunity to feel up the other yordle's winglike lats. He basked in the thickness of the muscles and moaned aloud. He'd been thinking it the whole time, but it really did feel like he was fucking another version of himself with how close in size the pair of them were.

The manly scent of virile yordle masculinity got to Hackett the more and more that he sucked on that length like a melting popsicle. He'd taken to stroking his own member as well, as it was the only one of the four unattended, and he didn't want to be left out. The combination of dealing with both his and the chemist's phalluses was overloading his body, causing it to spasm the closer that orgasm came. It wasn't soon before long that he couldn't hold it in any longer and splooged along the underside of the guest, painting his taint and balls with his pearlescent seed.

Tannel, too, felt the pressure inside of him surge, nearly giving into the effects of having his kidmaker slurped on by someone with experience. The oral onslaught was intense, with his grip on the bomber's head increasing. His hips uncontrollably helped get himself off, pistoning into the other yordle's mouth, which he kept up until he hit the peak of his arousal. One more pump of his crotch was all it took to cry aloud and blast his load down the guest's greedy gullet.

The way that the tan-furred yordle's inner walls clenched his cock emboldened Chris in his efforts. He jackhammered hard into his guest, slamming against the other yordle's prostate like it was a button wired to the pleasure centre of his brain. Faster and faster his hips bucked, pushing past the hole's resistance until he felt the telltale signs of climax overtook him. His fucking slowed to a crawl as the pre spurting from his cumpipe made way for the largest testosterone factories in all of yordlekind to empty into the chemist. He clamped the other yordle's bulging body, gripping onto different muscle groups as he pumped his shots deep inside his guest's bowels. To think that the rest of his kin had never seen what he was capable of; he oughta change that one day.

Rich, creamy yordlebatter getting blasted both in and onto Ziggs caused him to lose all semblance of control and open his floodgates. He barely registered that the baker's lips were firmly flush with the base of his fat shaft, the brown-furred yordle ingesting everything he geysered forth. It was as if his soul orgasmed for the first time in his life with how ravaged his nervous system was. This was his new standard for sex, and his friends _had_to know what it felt like!

One by one the studs fired their last spurt of jism, then collapsed onto the floor beneath them. They all sputtered as they tried their best to catch their breath, though Tannel and Hackett seemed more out of it than the other two.

Ziggs, despite being the most worked over, kept fairly conscious and tried his best to stay in some semblance of a sitting position. He had to prop himself up on the gray-and-white-furred yordle already leaning against one of the cabin's wooden walls.

The heat from his body didn't dissipate quickly enough for Chris' liking, needing to pant hard to alleviate his temperature issue. That, coupled with his lungs desperately needing air, left him barely able to speak. "Holy fuck..." He gasped through wheezing breaths. "I think I needed that."

"Me too." Ziggs chuckled, also incredibly winded. He turned his body to look at the other yordle as he couldn't simply move his head, and - for the first time that day - initiated a kiss by bringing the leader's lips to his own. It might not have been the best idea given how out of breath the both of them were, but neither of them protested.

Chris melted into the embrace, but ultimately had to push away to give his lungs a chance to function. "Hope you loved that as much as I did."

"I'd do it in a heartbeat if someone asked me to." Ziggs beamed, finally feeling sexually sated in his new size.

"I'll keep that in mind." Chris wryly smirked. "So, did you enjoy your stay here?"

"Yeah, this was really great!" Ziggs wanted to shout out loud how much he loved it, but he didn't have the energy to do so. "You guys do this often?" He gestured to the four hulking yordles in the room.

Chris nodded, his hair swoosh following along despite being matter by sweat. "Fairly often, yeah."

"Goddamn, I'll have to show the other yordles what they're missing out on!" Had he not just had the orgasm of his life, Ziggs would've jerked it to the thought of letting all the smaller yordles back in Bandle City climb all over him and tell him how much they loved his enormous body.

"So you're planning on heading back then?" The remark caught Chris' attention. "Do you need any help with that?"

Ziggs giggled. "No, I honestly think I can handle it on my own, _especially_like this!" He brought his arm up into a pump, flexing his bicep so that it doubled in size, now bigger than his own head.

"Well, you're always welcome if you ever find yourself here in the future." Chris warmly smiled, clasping the chemist's hand with his own.

"Then I might have to visit again sometime!" Ziggs once more leaned into a kiss, this time more fervent as the pair of them felt their stamina return. This was the first of many trips to this village, he was sure of it.