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Rumble collapsed on the bed, exhausted after the seventh time he'd cum that day. A familiar warmth crept along his body, replacing any soreness he felt, though he wondered if he'd become too welcoming of the feeling. He moaned at the sensation of his muscle fibres tearing apart and repairing themselves, stitching themselves bigger than they were previously. A few days ago, he'd grow maybe an inch total over the entirety of his body. Now, however, he'll get an inch or so around each of his arms and legs, with a few more thrown around his chest. Before, he'd be considered in shape, but now he'd shot well past athletic.

Ziggs was hit far harder, though. Being that he started at a larger size than his blue-furred counterpart, he tacked on muscle at a much faster rate. His pecs looked positively swollen, capped by thick, squeezable nips, and dusted with a fluffy treasure trail that ran down to his crotch. His arms had biceps that split into two peaks, rolling into cannonball-like shoulders, while his pits and crotch grew as furry as his chest. His body seemed to like his gut so much that his abs grew into a solid turtle shell, accentuating his trunk-like abdomen. His legs were so packed with muscle that they felt as strong as steel beams, culminating with a muscular ass you could bounce a coin off of.

"God damn!" Ziggs exclaimed, wiping his sweat-matted fur with a towel. "I don't think I've cum more in my life than I have in these last few hours." Just like the rest of his body, the yordle's dick also benefitted from his growth, blessing him with the thickest cock in the land, just passing his belly button at full mast. Similarly, his testicles had grown large enough to reach halfway down his thighs, beginning to roil with seed despite just being emptied.

"I'll say," Rumble feebly pushed himself onto his elbows and knees. "You've never filled me like this before!" He chortled.

"Here," Ziggs flung another towel at his boyfriend, pelting him in the butt. "So you can clean your mess on the bed." The tan-furred yordle rubbed at his prick, getting the excess semen off. He spied the scale off to the side of the room, contemplating whether or not he should use it. He already had an idea of what he'd expect to see, but he liked being sure.

Rumble saw movement from the corner of his eye and looked over to see the other yordle stepping onto the scale. "What's it say?"

Ziggs watched the numbers fluctuate for a brief moment before finally landing on the result. He sighed when he saw the number. "Aw fuck..." He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "I'm four times as heavy as I was a week ago."

"Damn," Rumble blurted, his dick starting to chub again.

Ziggs sighed. "Is this ever gonna stop? We barely fit into any of our clothes, meaning we'll have to get stuff custom made. We eat far more than we used to, meaning we'll need to make more frequent grocery runs." He looked over the vast expanse of his muscular body. "How are we even going to explain this?"

"Eh, I'm sure we'll figure something out," Rumble crawled off the bed and lumbered over to the tan-furred yordle. "We're smart, we'll think of some bullshit for people to believe," he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's thick traps and looked him in the eye. "You know, I kinda think you look really hot like that."

Ziggs blushed profusely at the compliment. "Thanks," he giggled, his heart aflutter. "That makes me feel a bit better." Their gazes lingered a few seconds longer before they embraced each other in a passionate kiss, euphoria enveloped them both.

Rumble used his time to explore every nook and cranny on his partner's body, though he wasn't a slouch in that regard as Ziggs used his time to trace the muscle groups on Rumble's back.

Eventually the kiss was broken, the air around them steamy from the heat they gave off. "Let's hope we're never too big for that," Ziggs chuckled wheezily.

Rumble huffed, he was fully erect after they mashed their bodies together. While his shaft may not be as gifted as the other yordle's in terms of girth, he more than made up for it in length, nearly reaching his pec cleft. "I'm ready to go again," he whined, cupping his hands around the tan-furred yordle's ample rear.

"I don't think we should," Ziggs whimpered apprehensively. "We really can't afford to get any bigger than we already are."

"I don't know about that," Rumble stated nonchalantly. "I still have some ways to go before I get to your size." He ran his hands down the muscle-engorged pecs of the other yordle, gently squeezing the nipples with his fingers. "Then you can experience what I get to."

A sudden knock on the front door tore their attention away from each other. "Who the hell..." The thought of someone else in the vicinity of them scared Ziggs. "Were you expecting someone?"

Rumble stroked his chin, the gears in his head turned. "Oh yeah, I told Teemo to drop by. We were gonna discuss some business matters."

"Do you wanna deal with this quick then?"

"I'm not quite done cleaning myself up," Rumble flashed the towel in his hand. "Do you mind taking care of it?"

"Kinda, yeah," Ziggs groaned, searching the dresser for something to cover up with. "I don't think there's anything in here that fits me anymore except..." He pulled out a light green speedo, not his first choice in attire. "This..." He hastily put it on when he realized there were no other options. He was thankful the shock of Teemo knocking on the door made him flaccid.

"Eh, he's seen you wear that before," Rumble shrugged. "I think you'll be fine."

Ziggs would've protested more, but if Rumble talked with Teemo already, then he's been caught up to speed concerning their growth. Ziggs confidently strode up to the door, naked as the day he was born, save for a piece of fabric that, quite frankly, barely left anything to the imagination. He might as well have been wearing nothing at all. The yordle opened the door and leaned against the frame, showing off the dense musculature on display on his own frame. "Hey!" He beamed.

Teemo, however, didn't reciprocate the greeting, barely able to produce a sound even with his mouth agape. What was originally going to be a quick stop at a friend's place turned into an ocular buffet unlike one's ever seen before. He takes in the barrel chest of the tan-furred yordle, pecs so stuffed his nipples were forced to point to the ground, sumptuous arms that promised strength no other yordle possessed, a powerful core with abs so bloated with muscle they domed into a gut, culminating with tree trunk thighs that turned into teardrop-shaped calves. The other yordle was a powerhouse, the likes of which Bandle City might never have seen in the millennia it had been around.

The lack of response immediately set off red flags in Ziggs' mind. "Rumble?" He yelled over his shoulder, his voice raised with panic.

"Yeah?" Rumble called from the hallway. His plodding footsteps could be heard before he appeared in the room, towel being used to cover himself up.

"Dude," Ziggs turns to his boyfriend, his heavy chest heaving as he begins to hyperventilate, "he hasn't said anything. Does he know?"

"Uh, let's see..." Rumbly idly scratched one of his traps. "We last talked-" He pondered for a moment, trying to recall their last interaction. He gasped, his eyes went wide. The towel dropped as he clutched the sides of his face. "I told him last week! He has no idea."

Ziggs was mortified, but he couldn't just leave themselves open to the world like that. He promptly ushered Teemo, who clutched the pack he wore with his hands, into their house and shut the door behind him. "Okay, look," he exhaled. "There's been something going on with us that we aren't entirely sure how to explain, but we will if you're willing to listen." Teemo had now switched to shifting his gaze between the two other yordles, unable to process what he's seeing.

"Come on, man, say something," Rumble whimpered, "you're freaking me out."

"What the fuck..." Teemo spat out.

Ziggs sighed as he shrugged his boulder shoulders. "It's something, I guess..."

"You guys are massive!" Teemo still can't believe what he's seeing is real.

"Thanks!" Rumble placed his hands on his hips, proudly showing off his sizeable frame.

"That wasn't meant to be a compliment..." Teemo's head fell into his hands.

Ziggs clapped his hands together to draw the others' attention, trying to get the conversation back on track. "In any case, something happened to us that's causing us to grow. We don't know what it is, we just need to stop."

"Alright," Teemo took a deep breath to calm himself down, "so you don't know what started it. Do you have an idea of how it's happening now?"

"Yeah, we grow when we cum," Rumble brusquely stated, stroking himself to full mast. "Wanna see?" A lecherous grin spread across his face.

"Rumble!" Ziggs admonished.

"What?" The blue-furred yordle chortled sleazily. "It's educational!"

"Well can we move this to the bedroom then?" Ziggs found he's still able to cross his arms across his titanic chest. "That's where we keep all our towels and I kinda don't want to clean any of your messes right now."

***

"So lemme get this straight," Teemo rubbed his eyes with his index finger and thumb, "the more you cum, the bigger you get. The bigger you get, the more you cum. Is that right?"

"Correct," Ziggs fidgeted with the garish fabric he was wearing. The speedo restricted the movement of his erection, making it feel uncomfortable unless he dealt with it. "It's a vicious feedback loop."

"Have you told anyone else about this?"

"No, you're the first person to find out," Ziggs then tugged on the fabric to alleviate the pinching sensation on his balls. "Fuck this," He shucked the speedo off completely, his dick contouring to his gut.

Teemo stared at the fully nude yordle in front of him, his eyes showing concern. "How long were you planning on keeping this a secret?"

"Rumble thought we wouldn't have to worry about this for decades, so probably quite a while," Ziggs rubbed the back of his bull neck. "Our growth rate was practically non-existent if that helps."

"So when did it increase?"

"Three days ago," Rumble nervously chuckled, rubbing his beefy arm. "I, uh, may have underestimated slightly."

Teemo shook his head. "Oh yeah, just a little."

"I mean, I'm not exactly upset at what's happening to us, I think it's pretty awesome if I'm honest," the blue-furred yordle flexed his arm, bring his bicep to a peak, "but I kinda want this to stop after a certain point and I don't know if that's gonna happen."

"Hmm," Teemo sat down and reached into the knapsack he brought with him, "I think I might be able to help."

Rumble's eyes narrowed. "Don't you dare say it."

"Let me just find out for sure." He pulled out his journal, a possession that he never goes anywhere without.

"Don't tell me there's a mushroom that can solve our problem," Rumble pointed a finger in Teemo's direction.

He opened it up to the Index and slid his pointer finger down each page in succession, clearly looking for something. "I might have a mushroom that can solve your problem."

"God damn it..." Rumble huffed, defeated. He smacked his forehead with the palm of his hand.

"Yeah, here we are!" Teemo's finger landed on the 'Muscle' category, noting how tiny it is. "Huh, only two entries, must be pretty rare occurrences then." The cream-furred yordle noticed the two entries had consecutive page numbers. "Oh, it looks like it's a single, double-sided page. This should take no time to find whatsoever," he quickly flipped through the book with his thumb. "It should be right about..." Teemo paused when he reached the page, but the others couldn't see what he saw.

"What's wrong?" Ziggs asked while leaning against the wall on his horseshoe-shaped tricep.

"Look!" Teemo held the book with one hand while he used the other to lift the page up, showing that it was nearly ripped out of the book entirely.

"You tore the page out from your book?" Ziggs looked quizzical. "Why?"

"I inherited this journal," Teemo clarified, "it's been passed down for generations, so someone before me did this."

"So we're screwed?" Rumble scrunched up his face.

"Uh, not quite," Teemo looked over both sides of the page remnant. "The drawings are still mostly here, so I should still be able to find what we're looking for."

"You just keep mushrooms in your bag even if you don't know what they do?" Rumble cocked an eyebrow.

"Well, yeah," Teemo rummaged through one of the pockets in his pack, "I'll never know when I'll need them."

"He's got you there," Ziggs snickered.

"I think this is it," Teemo pulled out a mushroom with an orange cap and red dots, and a slender stem. "Yeah, this should be the one. Okay, who's going first?" He looked up at the two other yordles.

"Not me," Ziggs put his hands up in defence, "I'm already a guinea pig for Rumble's cooking."

"Oh, fuck off," Rumble angrily crossed his arms, "there isn't a god damn thing wrong with my food."

"Dude, you put chocolate in quiche," Ziggs emphasized his voice in frustration. "Nobody does that, that's weird."

Rumble rolled his eyes in indignation. "Alright, fine. Gimme the stupid mushroom," he ripped the shroom from Teemo's hand and threw it in his mouth. He started chewing it quickly, trying to get it over with, only to slow down soon after. His eyes bugged wide in disgust. Seconds felt like hours as he agonizingly masticated the fungus in his mouth, swallowing it as quickly as he could once he was ready.

"Are you alright?" Worry shot through Ziggs' body.

"It was oddly sweet," Rumble stuck his tongue out, his distaste for the mushroom made him feel sick. "It was one of the strangest flavour combinations I've ever experienced."

"Like your quiche?" Ziggs impishly grinned.

"Shut up," Rumble glowered at the tan-furred yordle.

"Okay, it's time for testing! We're going to see if this stops, or at least slows down your growth," Teemo flipped to an empty page of the journal. "Aren't you excited?" His glowing smile irked Rumble.

"No," Rumble responded flatly, though his erect cock said otherwise. "Maybe a little."

"Great!" The cream-furred yordle proclaimed. "You can go ahead and do your thing and I'll write down everything that happens." He produced a pen from seemingly out of nowhere.

"Wait!" Ziggs shouted before Rumble could start stroking himself. "Remember our new rule: always use a condom when jerking off."

"Right." Rumble rushed to the night side table, opening the drawer to find what he's looking for.

Teemo looked at Ziggs strangely. "It helps with the cleanup," the tan-furred yordle explained.

Rumble walked back to the others, pulling the rubber over his schlong. He sighed, "here goes nothing." He gripped his meat, the touch stimulating his overly sensitive tool. "Oh shit!" He gasped, his nerves sent electricity rocketing throughout his body. It had felt good before, but nowhere near this good. He started stroking slowly, savouring the euphoria he felt, before rapidly picking up speed. He wasn't about to slow down either, as this train had no brakes. Faster and faster he pumped his cock, even going so far as to thrust his hips forward to speed up the process. He wondered how long this was going to take, until a wave of pleasure washed over him. He would've collapsed on the floor had he not caught the bedframe with his hand. "Holy fuck, I'm close," he barely choked out. His entire body flexed in anticipation of release, only relaxing once the dam burst. Rumble howled in ecstasy as his seed shot from his cumpipe and started filling the condom. He crumpled in a heap onto the floor, bucking his hips slightly to force as much yordle batter out as possible.

"Oh my god, is he okay?!" Ziggs cried out in alarm. Teemo didn't respond, instead he opted to observe the scene unfolding in front of him.

Rumble panted as his stream trickled out into nothing. He could feel the familiar warmth spread through his body, the sensation almost knocking him out cold, only he became alert once he felt what was happening to him. Before, he thought the warmth was comparable to a blanket in terms of comfort, but now it rivalled the intensity of the orgasm he just had. He didn't need to see what was happening, he felt it. His muscles creaked outwards, growing at an unprecedented rate. It was almost as if his body was being inflated. His chest, arms, and legs all felt tighter, denser than before. The definition of his washboard abs made them pop amongst his torso. His traps raised higher, growing closer to his ears. His ass firmed, ready to grip any dick like a vise. The final change to top everything off was the growth of his fur along his torso, armpits, and crotch, now matching his boyfriend.

"Holy fuck." Ziggs would be lying if he said he wasn't aroused at the transformation Rumble went through. His own shaft threatened to shoot ropes across the room.

Rumble managed to push himself onto his feet, taking the condom off and tying it up. He chuckled to himself, imagining himself using it like a water balloon. Once upright, he finally had the opportunity to check himself out. "Woah, look at me!" Rumble exclaimed. The entirety of his body blew up with muscle, nearly looking like the mirror image of his boyfriend if only he weren't slightly shorter than the tan-furred yordle. "Hot damn, I feel so heavy and strong and I-" He looked towards the ground in front of him but was only able to see his pecs. "I can't really see my feet anymore," Rumble moved his arms, noting the decrease in flexibility compared to what he had previously. "You were right, Ziggs, this kinda sucks."

"Told ya," Ziggs snickered.

Rumble made his way to Teemo as he was curious what he marked down in his book. Embarrassingly, he saw an illustration of himself. "Uh, you don't have to make it so detailed," he sheepishly chuckled, "no one needs to know it's me."

"Nonsense! The next person to receive the journal needs to know exactly what the mushroom is capable of." Teemo continued to jot notes down.

"You're immortalized forever." Ziggs guffawed, barely able to breathe from laughing so hard.

"Hooray..." Rumble's ears drooped.

Teemo reviewed his notes, adding tidbits of information until he felt satisfied with his work. "Excellent. Onto the next one," he reached into his rucksack and pulled out another mushroom, this one completely brown and rather short compared to the previous one.

"Are you sure this one's gonna stop my growth?" Rumble inquired.

"I'm almost a hundred percent sure," Teemo handed the blue-furred yordle the fungus and prepared a new page in his journal.

"'Almost' isn't 'exactly'," Rumble sighed, his expression falling flat. He shrugged his meaty shoulders, "bottoms up, I guess." He popped the entire shroom into his mouth and chewed. "Oof, it's a little bitter," he cringed at the flavour but swallowed it relatively quickly, "but it's far more palatable than the last one."

"Good, that's good," Teemo scribbled onto the page. "Okay, so we'll have to wait for Rumble to-"

"I'm ready to go," Rumble had his hands on his hips, another condom on his slightly meatier prick.

Teemo seemed surprised. "Do you guys not have downtime anymore?"

"At our size, downtime is minimal." Ziggs remarked.

"Ooh, I can use that!" Teemo made a note in his book.

Rumble took a deep breath before he clutched his cock. The sensation felt just as electrifying as the last time. He stroked his length until he built up a rhythm, intending to make this one last longer. His free hand explored his newly grown body, finding purchase on one of his packed pectorals. He squeezed it, feeling how compact it had become, before sliding further down to his nipple. He gave it a playful twist, instantly moaning as he did. Whatever pace he was trying to set for himself was just undone. The way he pinched his nip set off a chain reaction in his body, his prostate hitting him with pulses of excitement. He nearly buckled over again but was faster in catching himself as his hand shot out to grab hold of the bed. He panted hard as his fondling slowed down, grunting as the last few pumps of his shaft opened the floodgates. The condom filled faster than before, only it didn't stop at the same volume. Rumble kept pouring more and more cum into the rubber until his body had nothing left to give.

"Any second now," Teemo had his eyes trained on the blue-furred behemoth in front of him.

Rumble breathed heavily, his chest heaving as he did so. He waited with bated breath for the warmth to cascade over him, but it never did. He took a second to look over himself, slowly grinning as he noticed nothing changed. "I think that did it!"

Ziggs gasped, feeling elated as he realized the lack of growth coming from his partner. "It worked!"

Rumble pulled the condom off his dick and tied it up. He laughed when he noticed his one was magnitudes larger than the previous one. "Damn, you pumped that much into me last time?"

"I'm surprised you almost took it all," Ziggs chortled. He stopped after he sniffed the air and bit his lower lip, the heady musk present was arousing him beyond belief. "We might need to open a window, we're walking musk factories right now."

Teemo eyed how dangerously close Ziggs was to blowing and quickly scoured through his bag for another one of the brown mushrooms. "Here," he hands the shroom to the tan-furred yordle, "before anything bad happens."

"You're a lifesaver!" Ziggs snatched the mushroom from Teemo and scarfed it down without a second thought, slightly wincing from the taste.

"So this is the new normal, huh?" Rumble flexed a bicep while bringing his other hand over to it, feeling the split peak beneath his fingers. "I could get used to this."

"Well, now that we got that sorted," Teemo hastily gathered his belongings into his pack, "I should be heading out?"

"Already?" This caught Rumble by surprise. "You've got everything you need written down?"

"Yep!" Teemo clasped the pockets of his bag shut. "I can just write down something later if I happen to remember it then. It's not a big deal."

"Weren't we gonna talk about stuff later?"

"You know what?" Teemo smiled, holding his pack in front of his body. "I've got some stuff to care of, but I will gladly swing by later!"

Ziggs eyed the way the cream-furred yordle postured himself; he was clearly hiding something. "Here, why don't I carry your belongings." He offered.

Teemo's eyes nearly bugged out of his skull. "Uh, that's okay," he nodded in self-assurance. "I've got it."

"Please," Ziggs wore a friendly expression on his face, "you're a guest in our house, allow me." While not yanking the pack away from Teemo, the force used was much greater than he was anticipating. Without his rucksack covering the front of his body, it became abundantly obvious he was trying to conceal the tent in his pants. "That's what I thought." Ziggs smirked.

"Uh," Teemo blushed, doing his best to cover up his very visible boner. "S-Sorry," he nervously chuckled.

"For what?" Rumble laughed.

"I didn't want to make this awkward for us." Teemo takes his hat off to shield himself from the two behemoths in the room. "There was already enough going on, I didn't think it'd be right."

Ziggs placed his beefy arm around Teemo's shoulder, doing nothing but reddening the cream-furred yordle's face even further. "Aw, you don't need to be embarrassed around us." He pulled Teemo closer to his pec. "We're all friends here. We don't bite," Ziggs glared at Rumble, his eyes pierced daggers into the other yordle, "hard."

Rumble crossed his arms. "Hey, I said I was sorry."

"Yeah, yeah, you're lucky it didn't scar."

Teemo's face was practically ground into Ziggs' armpit, the masculine scent of the other yordle drove him wild. "Listen, I really should get going."

"Nonsense!" Ziggs guffawed, finally letting go of Teemo. "We should at least get you off before you leave."

"I-I couldn't," Teemo pulled himself back.

"Aw, come on," Rumble goaded Teemo, "when was the last time you had fun with us?"

"Um," Teemo scratched the back of his head, "I guess it's been... just over a year ago."

"Yeah, but you've never been with us when we're like this." Ziggs flexed a bicep in Teemo's face, the latter going weak in the knees after inhaling the heady musk wafting off the other yordle's fur.

"Alright, alright," Teemo cried out, flustered, "I'll stay." The other two cheered as he began to strip off his clothes. Try as he might, he couldn't help glancing at the pair of beefcakes and comparing their titanic pricks to his own modest tool. "Oh gosh, you guys are really big down there."

"Hell yeah! This thing's my pride and joy," Rumble made a cursory rub down the length of his shaft, the tip nearly kissing the bottom of his pecs. He then grinned evilly at Ziggs, sticking the tip of his tongue through his teeth as he did so. "I'm gonna wreck you later tonight."

Ziggs sighed, rubbing his forehead at the remark. "I need to put pillows on all our chairs..." He muttered under his breath. "Listen," he turned to Teemo, "our dicks grew along with the rest of our bodies. Yours is normal, you have nothing to be ashamed of."

"Yeah, you're good," Rumble added. "It just means we're gonna have to go easy on you, so we don't break you." Teemo cowered when he heard the remark.

Ziggs slumped his shoulders in exasperation. "Dude, we're not gonna 'break' him," he chided Rumble. "Last I recall, you were saying mine hurt and I was going gentle on you."

"So we're not gonna have him impaled on our cocks?"

Ziggs rolled his eyes. "Does he seriously look ready for that? We want him to enjoy himself," he looked at Teemo, giving him a warm smile, "and I know exactly how we're going to help him accomplish that." He bent down and stuck his arms behind Teemo's back and legs, then lifted him off the ground.

The sudden shift from having his feet planted on the ground to being cradled by Ziggs in his muscly arms elicited a gasp from Teemo. He felt weightless, as if his body provided little trouble for the hulking yordle. "W-What are you doing?"

"You'll see," Ziggs answered as he walked over to Rumble. Soon enough, Teemo found himself face-to-face with the blue-furred yordle.

"Hello," Rumble simpered at Teemo.

"Uh, hey," Teemo whimpered, finally being let back down onto his feet. He looked up at Ziggs, "what's going on?"

"I saw you staring at Rumble, so I thought I'd give you a closer look," Ziggs snickered. "Go on!"

Being slightly shorter than Rumble meant that he and Teemo didn't see eye-to-eye. This, instead, gave the cream-furred yordle a clear view of the chest fuzz poking out of Rumble's pec shelf. "These are huge!" Teemo hesitantly reached out to the pectorals in front of him.

"You like 'em?" Rumble pulled his arms in close to flex his chest, pushing his tiddies out until they reached the other yordle's hand.

"Ah!" Teemo didn't expect just how much flexion those pecs were capable of. He slowly rubbed his hand along the slabs of muscle in front of him, feeling the blue fur between his fingers. Just then, he felt a force behind him push him forward, pinning him against Rumble. It caused him to inhale, his nose buried in the blue-furred yordle's pec scruff.

Ziggs cackled. "I thought you'd appreciate a more in-depth examination for your notes."

The pheromone-laden scent Teemo was breathing in discombobulated him. The culmination of body odour, sex, and sweat was intoxicating to the yordle, making him lick the fur out of pure euphoria. He only snapped out of his stupor when he felt Ziggs grinding his girthy cock against the small of his back. "Uh, I thought you guys used condoms for this sorta thing."

"It's a special occasion," Ziggs chortled. "We'll live."

"What about your carpet?"

Rumble waved off his concerns. "This was the most inexpensive carpet we could find. We can replace it for dirt cheap if we really need to."

Teemo yelped as he felt something splash against his foot. He looked down and gawked as he saw Rumble's python staring back at him, leaking rivulets of pre down the shaft. "Holy shit!"

"Wanna touch it?" Rumble grinned lewdly; Teemo didn't have to be asked twice. He daintily pressed his fingers against the throbbing dick until he got a feel for how warm the flesh was, then he started probing around the various folds surrounding the glans. The sensation caused Rumble to moan in pure bliss. "Damn, he's got the most delicate touch I've ever felt."

"Guess I should join in," Ziggs giggled, watching Teemo carefully fondle the tip of Rumble's penis. He braced his hands on the blue-furred yordle's muscular, cannonball-like shoulders and slid his erect cock further down until the base reached Teemo's ass. This caused the other yordle to blush profusely and bite his lip. Teemo pushed back against Ziggs' dick, allowing the thick cock to hotdog his ass. "Yeah, that's it!"

The three worked in tandem like a well-oiled machine; Ziggs parted Teemo's cheeks with his humping, Rumble's thrusts forced the smaller yordle's hands up and down his length, and Teemo's errant licks fueled Rumble's desire further. They kept this up until they all started feeling the fire build inside them. Ziggs and Rumble both had one hand braced against each other's shoulders with the other holding onto Teemo's, while the other yordle had one hand on the blue dick in front of him and the other on his own. It wasn't long before they all gave in.

Ziggs was the first to blow, shooting long ropes of seed up Teemo's back, coating even his neck. Teemo then climaxed, cumming right onto Rumble's feet. Rumble came last, blasting buckets of yordle batter directly in the face of the cream-furred yordle. The force knocked Teemo back slightly, dazing him in the process. He shucked the sheer volume of semen off his body onto the floor. All three were heavily panting.

"God damn, that was fucking hot!" Rumbled lifted his arms above his head, as much as he could, to stretch them. "We gotta do that again sometime."

"I'll say," Ziggs was already in the process of getting towels for the three of them. "I don't think you'll get that experience anywhere else."

"Yeah, that was a lot of fun." Teemo laughed earnestly. He took a look at the wall of blue fur in front of him and formulated an idea. "Hey Rumble, can you lift me up for a second?" The larger yordle thought the request was strange but did as he was asked. The second their eyes met, Teemo lunged forward into a kiss, taking Rumble by surprise. He was shockingly forceful, no doubt riding the high of the most intense orgasm he'd ever experienced. Rumble was no slouch either, putting in just as much, if not more, effort. This was a rare moment of passion for the smaller yordle.

"Cute," Ziggs chuckled, watching the scene in front of him. Teemo hopped down a few seconds later and turned to face him. "So where's mine?" Ziggs inquired. Teemo lasciviously grinned, as if he'd been waiting for that question. He leapt onto the tan-furred yordle, locking lips with as much fervor as before. The two danced their tongues around the other, the feeling euphoric. Teemo broke it off when he felt a force come from behind him, Rumble pressing his pecs against his back. Teemo nervously chuckled when he realized he was being suspended in the air by practically all the pectoral muscle in Bandle City.

"So who's the better kisser?" Rumble smirked.

"Oh, don't make me choose!" Teemo cringed, wanting to drop to the ground but couldn't.

"Aw, leave him alone, you big bully," Ziggs rubbed the muscular arm of his boyfriend. He smiled and looked at Teemo. "Why don't we get you cleaned up?"

***

Teemo thoroughly washed himself off in their shower, well needed to unstick all the cum from his fur. He gathered his things and thanked the other two for the fun they had, promising he'd visit soon. The two behemoths gave him another kiss on the cheek before he departed, the cream-furred yordle wearing a crimson blush out the door.

"Oh boy, I can't wait for next time," Rumble rested his arm on the Ziggs' shoulder. "Shame he's not our size, though."

"Ah, leave him be," Ziggs hooked his arm under Rumble's. "I think the size different is hot. I'm already thinking of new things we can try with him." He lewdly smirked, turning his boyfriend to face him. "Besides, my big, blue musclestud is enough to satisfy me." He leaned forward, needing to do so to kiss Rumble on the lips without their pecs getting in the way. The blue-furred yordle reciprocated, loving the ardor the two of them were capable of.

This didn't last long, however, as Rumble pushed himself away, a thought reaching him just then. "Oh, come with me," he grabbed Ziggs by the wrist and pulled him towards their room. "Check if I got any taller!" He pointed to a single pencil mark on the wall next to the doorframe.

Ziggs blinked a few times in bewilderment. "Seriously?"

"Yeah!" Rumble proudly stood against the wall.

Ziggs inspected Rumble's height in relation to the mark and nodded, it was exactly what he expected. "You have not grown an inch."

"Wait, really?!" Rumble shouted in disbelief. "All this growth and my height is untouched?" He groaned in defeat.

"Looks that way," Ziggs shrugged. "At this point your best bet is to let your traps grow above your head, but by that point you might not be able to move."

Rumble whined, his shoulders drooping slightly. "I guess you're right..."

Ziggs pulled Rumble into a hug, he knew this was a sensitive topic for the blue-furred yordle. "I know you're upset, but if it makes you feel any better, I haven't grown any taller either."

Rumble nuzzled into one of Ziggs' titanic traps. "True," he sighed dejectedly. "I guess it does make me feel a little bit better." A moment passed before Rumble lifted his head to meet Ziggs' gaze. "So what's the plan now?"

"I was actually gonna hit the shower." Ziggs replied. "I kinda really need one."

Rumble expression picked up. "Oh, a shower sounds pretty good right now." He lifted his arm to get a whiff of his pit. "Phew!" He recoiled, waving the air in front of his nose. "I reek!" A thought then crossed his mind. "Hey, do we fit into our shower anymore?"