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"So this is the place?" Rumble had to take a few steps back to fully view the warehouse-like structure in front of him as he was unable to crane his bull neck that much. "It's a lot bigger than I thought it was gonna be. And more rectangular."

"It's why I tried not to use the word 'workshop' when talking about it." Ziggs stood beside Rumble, the two nearly a spitting image of each other were it not for the tan-furred yordle's powerful tortoise shell of a gut. "It was always more of a testing facility that we built stuff in. That was its main purpose at least."

"Nice night out tonight." Teemo remarked, lingering behind the two hunks as he stared up at the stars in the night sky. He was the only one of the three capable of using the full range of motion of their neck. Due to his impromptu stargazing, Teemo didn't realize he was on course to walk into Rumble's colossal arm until it happened. "Oof!" Teemo stumbled backwards, landing hard on his ass.

The blue beefcake didn't even notice until he heard the commotion behind him. "Oh shit, are you alright?" Rumble held out his hand, pulling the other yordle up in one swift motion as if he weighed nothing at all.

"Uh, yeah, I'm fine." Teemo replied, a bit flustered. He almost instantly popped a boner at the sudden display of sheer strength just then.

Ziggs sighed. "Right, I forgot about the door lock." The gears in his head turned as he walked up to the metal door, eyeing the keypad just above the handle. He thought about it for a second before thumbing a combination onto the buttons, giggling incessantly when he heard the noise of confirmation and the mechanism unlocking. "I can't believe it, Cecil B. Heimerdinger, of all yordles, kept the same door combination!"

"Isn't that what you're supposed to do?" Rumble looked on in confusion, crossing his meaty arms over his gargantuan barrel chest. "Why is that unbelievable?"

"It's because he always harped on and on about this place needing to be secure, something about wanting to protect the top-secret inventions or whatever." Ziggs shrugged his boulder shoulders. "There was nothing in there worth stealing considering basically everything we tried in here was far too ambitious to actually work. It's kinda why we closed up shop after a while."

"Seems like kind of a waste just to abandon a place like this just because your experiments didn't work out. You could've easily-" Rumble's eyes went wide when a sudden realisation hit him. "Wait, you mean you could've had this place all to yourself this whole time?!"

"I could've, but I honestly didn't need it." Ziggs snickered, ambling his way over to where his boyfriend was standing. He tossed his massive arms over the blue-furred yordle's cannonball-like shoulders, pulling him into a muscular embrace. "Besides, I was busy with something else at the time." A little repositioning allowed them to lock lips, tongues playfully fighting with one another as they passionately mashed their faces together. Their tremendous pair of pecs were currently pressed together, allowing Ziggs' dome of a musclegut to take up the room that Rumble's washboard abs weren't. Rumble felt around and caressed the other yordle's mountainous back as if his fingers were climbing the peaks of his enormous muscles while Ziggs ran his fingers through Rumble's fluffy mohawk. The steamy kiss had ignited their souls as well as their cocks, the prodigious peckers engorged with blood and squeezed their way in between the bodies of the two behemothian yordles.

Teemo watched the scene unfold in front of him. While he would normally just watch it play out with a hand down his pants, he knew they were all there for a reason and they could just pick this back up at anytime. "Guys, I really think we should be heading inside now. Heimer's probably waiting for us already."

Ziggs snorted, slowly breaking off the embrace. "Mmph, yeah, maybe we should go in." He pulled himself off his boyfriend, turning his body around and heading towards the door.

"Ugh," Rumble moaned, cupping his face with his hand before glowering at Teemo. "If I don't end up getting laid tonight, I'm make you take care of this thing." He pointed down at his turgid prick, the tip slightly drooling small rivulets of pre.

Teemo smirked and crossed his arms. "We'll cross that bridge when we get there." He was well aware of the fact there wasn't anything that was going to stop those two from going at it that evening. Heimerdinger could protest, but even he'd be powerless to stop them. Just then, a sudden thought crossed his mind - there was a loose thread he hadn't taken care of and didn't remember until now. "Hey, I'll catch up with you guys in a bit. I'll be here soon, hopefully." He departed, heading out into the night.

The other two made their way into the building, having to walk single file due to their enormity. The two hunks actually had to walk sideways through the door as the frame was narrower than either of them anticipated. They each had a moment wondering whether or not they'd actually still fit through, but both squeezed in with minimal difficulty.

Walking into the laboratory proper, the group spied Heimerdinger hard at work, his back facing them as they entered. "Ah, yes, Zigmund, that must be you." The yordle had numerous machines whirring and whizzing at the station where he worked. "Yes, yes, hurry up on in here so we can-" The yellow-furred yordle nearly dropped the vial he was holding as he turned and saw the two yordle colossi standing in front of him. He took in both of their hugemongous forms, imagining the sheer power their bodies possessed. Ziggs put on one of his trademark grins in an attempt to lighten the mood, but to no avail. "What on earth have you two done to yourselves?.."

"Oh, here we go..." Rumble pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Okay," Ziggs tried to reason with the scientist yordle, gesturing with his hands, "I mean, it's not like either of us did this on purpose."

"But this isn't normal!" Heimerdinger protested. "The two of you look like you've taken chemical assistance to alter your bodies. Or perhaps magical!"

"Come on, do we honestly strike you as the kind of yordles that would do something like that?" Rumble's skepticism of their plan grew with each passing moment.

Heimerdinger stroked his furry chin as he eyed the blue-furred yordle. "You, maybe."

The comment caught Rumble off guard entirely, nearly sending him up the walls with rage. "Are you fucking kidding me right now?!" He bit his tongue and clenched his fists, not wanting to say anything he might regret. "I knew this was gonna be a mistake." He turned to look at Ziggs. "We should honestly just go. We're wasting our time here."

Ziggs sighed, wishing things could've gotten off to a better start. "Hang on, let me try." He walked forward a bit so that Heimerdinger would address him instead. "Heim, we came to you for a reason. Whatever's happening to us is completely involuntary and we don't know what's causing it. We were hoping that you would be able to figure out what the deal is and maybe, I don't know, develop a cure or something if need be."

Heimerdinger had his closed fist curled around his mouth, deep in thought as he studied his colleague's words. "You're certain neither of you purposefully started this?"

"Positive." A faint smile crawled across Ziggs' face, he was hopeful he caught the yellow-furred yordle's attention enough to help them.

Heimerdinger's brow furrowed as stood there motionless in place, his fist clenching tighter and tighter - the telltale signs that his mind was coming up blank, a state in which he rarely found himself in. "Alright," he finally relented, "I will help you out."

"Excellent!" Ziggs' grin now stretched from ear to ear. "So do you have an idea of what's happening to us."

Heimerdinger sighed defeatedly, letting his arm drop to his side. "Admittedly, no."

Ziggs raised an eyebrow in intrigue, knowing the hooks of discovery had firmly caught the scientist yordle and wouldn't let go until he was satisfied with his answers. "So we're good to start then?"

"Not quite." Heimerdinger scuttled back to his station, the counter a mess of various schematics and mechanical parts, no doubt from potential inventions he was working on before coming here. "As this was unexpected, I'll need some time to set up before I could even think of beginning." He rapped his fingers on the counter in frustration. "This is quite the fascinating conundrum you have here."

"Uh, hey, I heard some yelling earlier. Is everything alright?" An unseen voice called from the wide hallway adjacent to the main work area. Out walked an orange-furred yordle, large tusks jutting out from the bottom of his jaw. Such a facial feature was unheard of among normal yordle society, but entirely common for caveyordles like him. He wore a blue-patterned pair of board shorts and a grey t-shirt one size too big for him.

"Oh, no, everything is alright, Gnar." He reassured the other yordle. "Merely a misunderstanding that we were able to solve without difficulty."

"Wait, Gnar?" Rumble's ears perked up. "Oh wow, you've really grown up. You look different, I guess we haven't seen you in a bit."

Gnar chuckled. "Yeah, I guess I have done a bit of-" His train of thought derailed when he looked up at the other two yordles. The sight of the blue and tan-furred hunks short-circuited his brain, making him unable to process the images his eyes were picking up. "W-What..."

"Oh yeah, I guess he wouldn't have known either!" Ziggs went into a full-on belly laugh, his torso bouncing every time his diaphragm tensed.

"You think I look different?!" Gnar strode over to where the two of them were standing, ogling the entirety of their forms as he did so.

"I guess we did some growing of our own." Rumble smugly smirked. He rested his hands on his hips, allowing for a full view of his tremendous chest, fluffy treasure trail running down the middle. He could see the look of wonder and amazement in the caveyordle's eyes, as if he were wanting to do an in-depth study on his fantastic body. "You wanna get a closer look?"

Gnar's eyes lit up at the question. "Do I?!"

Heimerdinger jumped up when he heard the exchange, rushing over to Gnar and pulling him back towards him. "Absolutely not! I forbid this!"

"What?" Rumble exclaimed, completely caught off guard.

"Hey, come on, let me go!" Gnar fussed out of Heimer's grip until he was face-to-face with the other yordle, annoyed and huffing at being snatched off his feet. "I'm not a kid anymore. I'm old enough to take care of myself. Why don't you trust me?"

Heimerdinger stammered, trying in vain to come up with something. "I-I just..." His shoulders slumped when he realized he couldn't rationalize his decision well enough. "I just want you to be safe. There's no telling what could happen if you interact with these two!"

"Oh, nothing would happen from touch alone." Rumble dismissed the other yordle's concern with his hand. "He'd be completely fine."

"I'm just not sure..." Heimerdinger's gaze fell to the ground.

"Would it be better if he went with me?" Ziggs offered to try and assuage the scientist yordle's fears.

Heimerdinger looked like he was genuinely contemplating the proposal. "Yeah, maybe."

"Wait, seriously?" Rumble looked genuinely offended.

Heimerdinger nodded his head as if he made up his mind. "Alright, perhaps I was being rather overprotective." He ruffled the fur on Gnar's head. "You may go."

Gnar giggled, a warm smile formed on his face as he glanced up at Heimer. "Thanks." He turned and padded towards Ziggs, breathing heavily he got closer.

"Whatever." Rumble muttered under his breath, shaking his head in disapproval. "Hey egghead, is there anywhere for a guy to relax around here?"

"There's a couch in one of the rooms down the hall." Heimer called out from his hunched over position at the counter. "And don't call me 'egghead'!"

"Nice." Rumble plodded along into the hallway, his heavy steps echoing from all the empty space around him.

"So this is all real?" Gnar bit his lips, furtively glancing at the bloated muscle groups on the other yordle's body.

"One hundred percent all-natural beef." Ziggs gloated, chuckling when he saw the caveyordle's grin get bigger. "Well go on then!"

Gnar shyly stuck his hand out, scant inches away from the tan-furred mound of pectoral in front of him, the pelt stretched thin due to the sheer amount of muscle stuffed underneath it. "Oh gosh..." Gnar could barely contain himself as his fingers met flesh, his face going flush as he felt up the sinewy bulk. The flustered yordle then pressed his other hand against the barrel chest, letting out a slight giggle when he made contact. He then rubbed all around, getting an impromptu anatomy lesson as he felt where the muscle groups met each other.

"Having fun?" Ziggs mischievously smirked. He had no idea that the orange-furred yordle was ever this big into muscular men.

Gnar could only whimper in response. He moved onto Ziggs' powerful tortoise shell of a gut, feeling up each ab like it was a mountain in a range. He excitedly huffed when each breath the other yordle took caused the dome to expand and contract in his hands. He then ran his hands up the tan-furred obliques, coming to rest on Ziggs' wing-like lats, spreading out as far as they could go as he brought his arms behind his head. The caveyordle bit his lower lip, imagining Ziggs as big as an actual mountain with him setting up camp on the massive, flat muscle. He wagered the entirety of Bandle City could be relocated to one side and still have room left over.

"Someone's enjoying themselves." Ziggs gave a cheeky snicker, eyeing the throbbing tent in the other yordle's shorts.

"Oh, I..." Gnar looked down at his crotch, the rosy blush coming back in full force as the embarrassment of the situation finally hit him. His shorts did nothing to hide his feelings, in fact they accentuated them more than anything else.

"Hey, hey, hey," Ziggs cooed, bringing the younger yordle's chin up with his hand, "it's fine." He laughed, trying to keep the atmosphere friendly between the two of them. "Honestly, I'm enjoying this too." As if on cue, his turgid prick engorged with blood, standing at full attention within seconds.

Gnar gasped at the size of the tool, his heart skipping a beat. "Can I?" He reached his hand out, only for Ziggs to grab at it out of the air.

"Uh, I'm gonna say no. Everywhere else is fair game except there." He thought for a second about how to strengthen his argument. "Heimer's gonna take care of it later, so you know, gotta keep it from going off now, right?"

"You and him?" Gnar cocked his head in confusion. "Oh, yeah, okay, that's fine then." He nodded his head, accepting the limitation put on him.

Ziggs pursed his lips, a little embarrassed at his choice of words. "Alright, that sounded weirder than I wanted it to be." He regained his composure with a deep breath. "But like I said, anywhere else is fine."

"Okay!" Gnar giddily reached out to one of Ziggs' gigantic arms, the tan-furred yordle flexing it as soon as the other yordle touched his bicep, eliciting a giggle out of him. "Oh wow, this looks bigger than my head!"

"I'm betting it is." Ziggs chuckled impishly. "Maybe you'd like to look underneath it."

"Would I!" He ducked down with the intensity of a kid let loose in a candy shop. He went right back to the bicep before noticing that Ziggs' hairy armpit was open to the world, the air allowing its masculine stench to waft towards the orange-furred yordle's nose. It nearly made him drop to his knees, he had to have more!

"Go on." Ziggs calmly suggested, a half-smirk growing on his face as he saw how enthralled the caveyordle was.

Gnar lustily moaned out, pressing his face right up against the heady-scented fur. His needy ministrations of the surrounding muscle groups displayed just how much he was loving it. All of a sudden Ziggs closed his arm, trapping the younger yordle's face in all that musky fuzz. It startled Gnar, but he took it in stride, licking at the sweaty fur with gusto. The acrid odour overwhelmed all his senses, the smell burning his nostrils. He's never been harder before in his life than he is now.

"Found it." Rumble triumphantly blurted out, carrying the dark green couch on his shoulder, only needing one arm. The piece of furniture both looked and smelled like a relic of a bygone era. He gently placed it against a wall before turning to the others, involuntarily letting out a guffaw when he saw what Ziggs was doing. "Are you gonna let him out yet?"

"I think he's about ready now." Ziggs chuckled, lifting his arm into the air. Gnar falls backwards, landing on his ass as he gasps for fresh air. The caveyordle was a hot, sweaty mess after marinating in the tan-furred yordle's manly stench for so long.

"Oh god!" He cried out, his rod as hard as a diamond. He hastily scrambled to his feet, pushing himself up as fast yordley possible. "Uh, I'll be right back!" He shouted to no one in particular as he booked it into the room in the hallway he claimed as his own.

Rumble turned to Ziggs, a faint hint of concern in his expression. "So you didn't-"

"No, no," Ziggs shook his head, "we didn't do anything like that."

"Okay, good. I wouldn't want to have to explain that to Heimer." Rumble glanced over to where the fluffy yellow-furred yordle was working, amazed that he hadn't gotten up at all. "Did he not hear a thing?"

"Earplugs." Ziggs explained. "Things can get pretty loud, so he puts them in to protect his hearing, though he kinda just got used to wearing them over time." He smirked, a thought forming in his head. "Doesn't protect his other senses, though." He walked over to where the scientist yordle was seated, Rumble following right behind.

Heimerdinger didn't notice the two hunks at first, even with their heavy footfalls. What broke his concentration was the smell, the overpowering aroma of man. He ripped the earplugs out and spun around on the stool he was situated on. "My word, Zigmund," he waved his hand in front of his face, his voice wavering with disgust, "shall I prepare the emergency shower for your use?"

"I'm half tempted to say yes." Ziggs giggled. "We just wanted to see how far along you're coming."

"Oh, yes, of course." Heimerdinger froze for a second, quickly looking around the room. "Erm, where's Gnar?"

"Ah, he headed back to his room." Ziggs stated, clearly not going to mention what they got up to if he didn't have to. "I think he had too much excitement for one day."

"Alright, good." Heimerdinger nodded. "As of right now, I'm still working on getting the fundamental aspects of my old biochemistry lab set operational."

"Is this something you need help with?"

"No, no. Not at all." Heimerdinger dismissed his colleague with his hand. "It's tedious, sure, but it's also trivial. I can handle it all myself."

"Cool." Rumble nonchalantly responded before side-eyeing his boyfriend. "That means the two of us can find a corner somewhere to ourselves." He smirked at his fellow beefcake, the other yordle reciprocating in kind.

"Actually," Heimerdinger clapped his hands together before facing the other two, "there is something I can ask of you. Something I need from the both of you. I just don't really know how to say it."

"Oh," Ziggs' ears perked up, "we can do that. What do you need?"

Heimerdinger fidgeted his fingers slightly. "I'll need... a DNA sample from you."

"Oh, like a hair or something?" Rumble looked at Ziggs, their eyes meeting. "Yeah, we can get that for you."

"No, I meant... um..." Heimerdinger shifted in his seat, clearly uncomfortable with the situation.

Ziggs' grin grew malicious at the scientist yordle's discomfort. He knew exactly what he was asking for. "Go on, you're a big boy now. Just spit it out."

"I-I..." Heimerdinger tried to keep it inside of him out of sheer embarrassment, but he was eventually able to blurt it out when his face grew the reddest it could. "I require a sample of your spermatozoa!"

"There it is!" Ziggs cheered.

"Wait, that's it?" Rumble chuckled, not realizing how easily the two of them could carry out the request. "Don't worry, you're gonna get more than you know what to do with."

Heimerdinger cupped his face with the palm of his hand. "I don't desire that much..." He turned to the counter to grab sample cups, giving one to each of them. "I just want these filled, that is all I am in need of."

"Dude," Rumble nudged his boyfriend's beefy arm, gesturing to the cup, "how long do you think it'll take? A minute?"

"Thirty seconds." Ziggs snickered.

"Alright, let's get this over with." Rumble grabbed a hold of his monumental cock, giving it the attention it needed to plump up fully.

"Woah, woah, woah," Ziggs grabbed a hold of the other yordle's arm, pulling it away from his gigantic schlong, "you're really just gonna crank one out in front of Heimer?"

Rumble glanced over at the yellow-furred yordle, who was clearly distressed by the whole situation, before looking back at Ziggs and shrugging his boulder shoulder. "Yes?"

Ziggs had to roll his eyes at his boyfriend. "Come on." He lilted in a singsong voice, grabbing the other behemoth's wrist, and leading him down the hallway. It seemed like the wide corridor ended at a wall, but Ziggs was able to push a button and have the wall slide open entirely.

"Woah." Rumble's eyes bugged out as he stepped into the largest room he'd ever been inside in his life. "What is this place?"

"This is where we tested everything we built." He gazed at the stark white walls and matted floor, bringing a hand up to his chin in thought. "Huh, I don't remember it ever being this clean before."

"What's with the drain?" Rumble pointed to the fixture in the middle of the padded floor.

"Oh, yeah, that was necessary. I tested a lot of chemical experiments." Ziggs rubbed his bull neck, a bit embarrassed. "A fair number of them were unsuccessful."

That detail stuck out to Rumble, causing him to stand up straight in confusion. "Wait, you just let chemicals drain right here?"

"Sssshhh!" Ziggs waved his hand in front of the other yordle's face, clearly nervous about the implications.

Rumble sighed. "Alright, well, it'll make cleanup easier at least." He looked at the cup, seeing just how little was actually asked of him. "So, we ready now?"

Ziggs had gone and pressed another button on the wall, the door slowly closing on its own. "Honestly?" He tossed his cup to the ground. "I say fuck 'em. We can deal with it later." He grinned at the other yordle.

Rumble smiled, tossing his cup over his shoulder. "That's a plan I can get behind!" He pulled Ziggs into an embrace. Their pecs made it a bit difficult to manoeuvre, but their lips eventually found purchase against the other set. They pushed forth, ignited by passion, feeling each other up and down to rile themselves up as quickly as possible. Their cocks shoved their way up towards the underside of their pecs, with Ziggs' having to curve around his musclegut.

"Aaah!" Ziggs moaned out when he felt the blue-furred yordle reach around and grope his dimpled rear.

Rumble went and kissed up the other yordle's wide trapezius, eliciting a panted groan. "I think it's my turn on top this time."

"Is it?" Ziggs huffed as Rumble's other hand grabbed onto his firm pectoral, finding purchase on his fat nipple.

"I don't see you saying it's not." Rumble shoved his muzzle in between the tan-furred yordle's enormous pec valley, shooting his tongue out to lick at the sweaty, musky chest fluff that ran in between it. He ran it several times through the dense, bushy fur before he felt the muscled walls close in, catching his tongue in between them.

"Heh," Ziggs beamed, keeping his huge arms close to his sides so that he could flex his chest as hard as he could, "betcha didn't see that coming!"

Rumble chuckled, pulling his tongue free once the pressure let up. "Very funny." He pushed the other yordle backwards until he hit the wall behind them. "Now turn around."

Ziggs did as he was instructed, pressing his hands up against the wall and showing off his mountainous back to his boyfriend. "See something you like?"

"Oh, do I ever!" Rumble licked his lips, cupping the other yordle's fantastically muscled ass with both hands. "Brace yourself." He snickered, bending down, and parting the cheeks with his hands. He then pressed his snout forward until it came into contact with Ziggs' pucker and began to rim him hard.

"Mmph!" Ziggs felt his arms buckle but was able to catch himself. "You're still way too good at that."

Rumble hummed to himself, liberally lubricating the ring of muscle he was currently making love to. Once he felt he was done, he popped his tongue free and stood back up. "And now, the fun part." Rumble's cock had retained its rigidity the whole time, little clear streams of pre dribbled down it in preparation of his conquest. He lined his titanic tool up with Ziggs' tailhole, rubbing it over the back entrance, smearing his pre for easier access, and gently plunged in.

"Yes!" Ziggs cried out. It had been a while since he'd been filled, he forgot how good it felt.

Rumble pushed forward until he made it balls deep, then slowly pulled out to make sure the entire cavity was slicked enough for his liking. He humped into Ziggs' ass again, faster this time and more forceful. The sensation of euphoria rocketed through him, driving him to thrust harder and quicker. He was going to make sure Ziggs felt this hours later. He reached around for the other yordle's barrel chest and grabbed onto the nip, twisting it slightly to draw out a reaction.

"Ooh," Ziggs groaned from the stimulation, "don't stop." He moved his ass in sync with the pounding the blue-furred yordle was giving him.

Rumble quickened his pace when he felt the rectal cavity clamp down on his dick. He braced his other hand against the wall as well, allowing him to be even more forceful. He moved his other hand down, past the tortoise shell gut, to the base of Ziggs' dick. He gave it a few errant strokes, slipping along it with ease due to it leaking pre like crazy. He could then feel Ziggs hump into his hand, the yordle mewling from being assaulted from the front and the back.

"Holy shit!" Ziggs gasped, overwhelmed from the attention his boyfriend was giving him. "I'm gonna explode!"

"Not before me." Rumble grunted out, redoubling his efforts into fucking Ziggs. He pistoned in and out of his ass faster than before, feeling the pressure of climax build inside of him. He kept going, not slowing down until he felt his balls pull up. He gave a few last, good thrusts before crying out from release, shoving what felt like gallons of yordlebatter up into the other yordle.

Ziggs, too, howled when he felt himself filling up with seed, causing a chain reaction in himself. He orgasmed hard, shooting a geyser of cum at the wall with full force. It splattered in many different directions before, ultimately, falling back down to the floor. They both lasted several minutes longer, spewing out many litres of cum until they both shot their last sticky rope of seed.

"That was good." Rumble huffed as he leaned into the other yordle's bull-like neck, revelling in the masculine musk that got trapped in his fluffy fur. "How was that for you?"

"Incredible!" Ziggs gushed between panting breaths, finally unclenching his anal muscles. Rumble pulled out when he felt his dick get released, allowing the backed up cum to pour out of Ziggs' slightly gaped asshole. "Oh, fuck..." He held his hand to his slowly draining gut, the distended abs slowly coming back into place.

"Oh crap, my cup is in there somewhere." Rumble pursed his lips when he looked at the sea of spooge.

"We can worry about that later." Ziggs reasoned, sneaking up behind Rumble and pulling him in so that blue-furred ass was hotdogging his dick. "I think we're both ready for round two!"

Gnar, meanwhile, was in his room, absolutely going to town on his meat. The prehistoric yordle longed for the gargantuan body of Ziggs, to worship again, yes, but a part of him wanted to know what that felt like. He wanted to know what that kind of power was like, to be that heavy and bulky and wide and thick. Of course, this was just a strange fluke. These sorts of things don't just happen to people, especially to someone like him. But it did happen to people, ones in this very building. Does that mean it's possible?

Gnar could only hope.

***

At long last, Teemo finally completed the arduous trek to Veigar's castle. Normally he'd be slightly out of breath by the time he reached the door, except this time he wasn't. He'd be thrilled at this fact if it weren't due to an involuntary change in his body, but he was never that lucky. He knocked on the oaken door in a hurried manner, his mind racing a mile a minute at what might possibly await him on the other side. He could kick himself for being the one to transmit this around to others, but he had to remind himself that he had no clue he was even affected in the first place. A few deep breaths dropped his heartrate back to an appropriate pace, but he hesitated to call himself at ease.

Teemo spied movement out of the corner of his eye, his gaze snapping to the door in an instant. He steeled his nerves in anticipation - his anxiety had skyrocketed the closer he got to the other yordle's domicile and it wasn't abating in the slightest. He watched with bated breath when the door opened, nearly needing to pick his jaw off the floor when it did.

Framed in the middle of the entranceway was Veigar, only he was two, almost three times the yordle he was before. He hadn't gotten anywhere near the level of Ziggs or Rumble, but he was certainly jacked in his own right. He had a pair of large, sumptuous arms that any yordle would die for, as well as a strong pair of tree trunk-like thighs to support his now heavy body. The way his hands rested on his hips popped out his powerful barrel chest and displayed his wide lats with how his arms were splayed out. He didn't have a shred of clothing on him save for a jet-black speedo, whether it was from choice or necessity Teemo didn't know.

"Teemo!" Veigar cheerfully beamed. "Just the yordle I wanted to see." He waited a few seconds for a response, chuckling when the other yordle didn't even budge a muscle. "Cat got your tongue?"

Teemo released the breath he didn't realize he was holding onto, gulping upon seeing the imposing form of the black-furred yordle. "Uh, so you've been busy."

"Very." Veigar confidently smirked, bringing his arm to a flex and marvelling at the peak of his bicep. "I've told you how lonely things can get here. I need something to preoccupy my time, especially since I'm so adept at using magic that it renders practice practically pointless."

Teemo buried his face in his hands. "Right..." He sighed and looked up to meet the other yordle's gaze. "Look, I need to tell you-"

"You know, I swear all this started when you last visited." Veigar's mouth upturned into a grin, narrowing his brows as he stared at the scout yordle. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about this, would you?"

"That's what I wanted to tell you about." Teemo dropped his gaze to the floor, his eyes obscured by the brim of his hat. "I'm the reason you're like this. I'm really sorry!"

"You're sorry?!" Veigar burst out laughing. "For what? For this?" He grabbed at his mighty pectoral and squeezed, the flexed muscle under his pelt hardly moving. "I've become a much more powerful conduit for the magical arts. With a body like this I'll finally be taken seriously!" He chuckled maliciously, grasping at the air with his other hand until it formed a fist. "If anything, I should be thanking you!"

It took Teemo a few seconds to fully take in what the other yordle was saying. "I'm sorry, you what?"

"In fact, I think I will." Veigar grabbed hold of the cream-furred yordle's wrist and yanked him through the entrance, waving his hand behind him to magically shut the door. He brought the scout all the way to his bedroom where he finally released his grip, but not before shoving him backwards onto the bed.

"W-What are you doing?" Teemo meekly asked, a look of trepidation in his eye.

"Nothing you should be afraid of, I assure you." Veigar disrobed out of his speedo, his meaty schlong plopping against his thigh but slowly stirring from its rest. "I merely want to thank you for this gift the only way I know how."

"Thank me?!" Teemo was taken aback by the choice of words the other yordle used. "No, you don't understand, I came here because there's work being done to fix this. You have to come with me. Please."

"Oh..." Was all Veigar could mutter, freezing in place. He shook his head, staring at the other yordle with intent. "No, I think it's you who doesn't understand. I'm finally at a place where I feel like I have the power I deserve. I'm sorry, but I won't be going with you." He grabbed at his log of yordle fuckmeat and slowly moved toward Teemo. "But I want to show you why."

"Veigar!" Teemo cried out as the black-furred yordle started undressing him, albeit rather gently.

Veigar hooked a finger under Teemo's and drew it upward to make their eyes meet. "Relax, I have no intention of hurting you." He carefully pulled the other yordle's top off and placed it next to the hat on the floor before shucking off the pants next. The two of them were now buck naked, both erect, though Teemo reluctantly so.

"Y-You don't have to do this. I totally get it!" Teemo nervously chuckled, trying to defuse the situation as best he could.

"You don't, but I'll show you." Veigar positioned himself on top of the cream-furred yordle, not to the point where he was crushing him, but so that the scout would feel the entirety of his bulk. His pecs resting on the other yordle's chest was enough to elicit a gasp from him, just what the sorcerer was looking for. "Do you see it yet? Do you see what I crave?"

"Uh..." Teemo's cheeks went rosy when he realized he couldn't hide himself anymore, he was completely at the mercy of the other yordle. "I think I understand what you mean."

"I'm not convinced." Veigar leaned forward and planted his lips on Teemo's, catching the other yordle off guard. He took his hands and groped at the scout's sides, causing the smaller yordle to jump slightly from the touch. It took a little while, but Veigar could finally feel the cream-furred yordle loosening up. He broke off the kiss by pulling back, a thin strand of saliva connected the two by their tongues before it broke off. "I think you're more in the mindset now."

Teemo huffed, feeling hot all over from the embrace. "O-Oh, really?"

"Yeah, though, I think you may need a little more help." Veigar shifted himself up until his chest was now overtop of Teemo's face.

"Wait!" Teemo tried to push at the mounds of muscle right in front of his face, but to no avail.

"I think you'll really like this!" Veigar deftly dropped his pecs on top of the other yordle's face, now muffling his cries with his enormous chest. After a few seconds, the protests stopped and Veigar could feel his lover angle his face more into his musky chest fluff. He could feel the sweaty fur get affected by the deep breaths the scout was taking before feeling his tongue dig right in. As if in symphony with the oral affection he was receiving, Veigar also felt Teemo bucking his hips, grinding his comparatively smaller tool into the sorcerer's prodigious, girthy pole.

Teemo licked for all he's worth, worming his tongue through as much musky fuzz as he could, the scent overwhelming his brain. His body was working on autopilot now, mashing his prick against Veigar's. His happened to be not that much shorter than the other yordle's, but Veigar more than made up for it in meatiness, the mighty peen able to stretch anyone that dared to take it all.

Veigar was also feeling the effects of Teemo's pec worship, reciprocating the humping by doing it in tandem with the yordle he was smothering. His hands kept Teemo in place, but it was likely that the scout wouldn't move at this point. The body-on-body contact was intoxicating for the both of them, with Veigar feeling a euphoric warmth rush through him. Maybe it was the fact that he was doing this another yordle, but he was feeling climax coming far sooner than he did previously.

Teemo didn't know how much more he could go. Nearly all the sweat had been licked clean, but he wanted more. He continued to thrust against the stud on top of him with vigour, aiming to cum right then in there, but the feeling in his taint told him that would be a reality soon. A few more humps and he felt his balls pull up towards him. He attempted to cry out, but it was entirely muffled thanks to all that beef surrounding his face. His cock erupted, spraying ropes of cum onto his chest.

This was what sent Veigar over the edge. His floodgates open, shooting a mighty torrent of yordlebatter against both of their torsos. His cries went unsilenced, involuntarily pressing his chest down even more so onto the smaller yordle. He was positively caking the two of them in litres of seed, though neither of them particularly care.

By the time Veigar got off of him, Teemo couldn't tell how long he was under his powerful pecs. He had to blink a few times to gain his bearings, only to realize what just transpired. He'd been flickering in and out of consciousness since he came, which is why his heart skipped a beat when he finally got to see the results of their most recent lovemaking. Teemo explored his body with his hands, only he had more muscle definition that he did before. All over - from his arms, chest, abs, legs, even ass - all of it was bigger, but thankfully to him, only slightly.

Veigar, on the other hand, ended up much better, according to the yordle himself. He was currently feeling up a much larger arm, making his much fuller chest pop out a bit, nipples beginning their journey to face downward. He was totally enamored with himself; unbeknownst to him, his tongue was hanging out while he self-worshipped.

It was then that Teemo realized that the black-furred yordle wasn't going to co-operate. He knew it was important that he gets brought back to the others so that this can be stopped, but it'll have to be at a later time. But Teemo wasn't totally defeated, he still had one last yordle he can convince.

The problem is that yordle will be much, much harder to sway.