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It was midmorning before Teemo set out again. The events of that night had exhausted him more than he thought they would, to the point where he had passed out not long after he got intimate with Veigar. When he woke, he found himself atop the black-furred beefcake, who was out like a light. Teemo paused for a moment, feeling himself rise and fall on the other yordle's chest every time he took a deep breath. He was embarrassed to admit how much he liked the sensation, but he didn't have long to savour it - he wanted to get up bright and early to hunt for Kled, which meant he was already late.

He went and gathered his things, getting himself dressed as quickly, but silently, as he could. He stopped for a moment to look over himself and grimaced at what he saw. He could feel that he filled out more of his clothes than he did before the visit, though it was especially noticeable around the holes. His arms weren't too bad, but he felt it the most around his neck. If he isn't more careful, he'll end up growing out of his clothes like the others. It was times like this where he was grateful for his stealth ability.

Apparently, all his rustling was louder than he anticipated, freezing in place when he heard Veigar stirring from his sleep. He was surprised to see the cream-furred yordle all packed up and ready to go, seemingly thinking that he was staying over longer than that. He insisted that the other yordle stay for breakfast, as it would be improper as a host to let their guest leave hungry. Teemo thought about it for a second and accepted, knowing not to look a gift horse in the mouth. It was after the meal that Veigar suggested a complimentary blowjob before departing, with Teemo hesitating and saying it wasn't necessary. Nevertheless, the other yordle had mastered using his body to get his guest to not only loosen up enough to agree, but to scream 'Yes!' through the entire act. With his belly full and balls emptied, Teemo finally hit the road.

It wasn't long after he set off that Teemo started to feel a bit uncomfortable. He tugged at the collar of his shirt, trying to hopefully alleviate some of the strain the fabric was facing due to his now thicker neck. The rest of his body stressed the cloth just as much, making it look like he was wearing clothing a size too small. The constant sexual interactions had blown up his body enough that he started resembling an athlete that leaned towards field more than track. To an outsider, it would seem like he's wearing the clothes he is not because he wanted to be comfortable, but because he wanted to show off his delicious frame. He's even had to adjust the straps to his rucksack, not worried that he'd reach their limit any time soon, but worried enough that there was one he could reach. He hoped that Heimerdinger was already hard at work trying to solve this.

Teemo continued trudging through the Noxian badlands, already starting to feel the effects of the rising sun. He reached into his pack and pulled out his canteen of water, noting that he should have enough to last him quite some time if he rationed carefully. He'd already planned out his day, knowing what routes he could take that would result in the most ground traveled in the least amount of time. He worked hard at knowing the layout of the world like the back of his hand, he'd say it's one of his best traits. Of course, none of that means anything if Kled isn't there. But's it's been some time since the cantankerous yordle had left the mainland. Surely, he had to be back by now, right?

"Is that who I think it is?!" A voice boomed from behind Teemo, causing him to jump slightly. Turns out finding Kled was going to be easier than he thought. He turned his head in the direction of the voice, only to fall over himself in shock when he finally saw where it came from.

To say that Kled was anything less than monstrous was an understatement. He was many times the size that Teemo was, the cream-furred yordle looking slim in comparison. He stood proud at the top of a hill, his hulking body blotting out the sun situated behind him. Teemo could make out a cocky, mischievous grin plastered on the other yordle's face, the kind a cat would have upon catching a mouse. Slowly, he made his way down to the shaded part of the ground where Teemo was scrambling to stand up. The scout yordle could tell from Kled's altered gait that the sheer amount of bulk packed onto his diminutive frame was causing him some difficulty in walking, not that he was about to let that stop him.

As he got closer, Teemo could better make out more and more of the Noxian's physique. Gone was the scrawny fighter from before, someone who could get punted across the battlefield should he find himself in an unfavourable situation. Now Kled was something far greater, a behemoth any army would fight tooth and nail to recruit to their side of a conflict. His gargantuan body brought him great pride, but why wouldn't it? He took up far more space than he did previously, and he always thought the world could use more Kled in it.

Teemo's eyes traced over the white-furred yordle's godlike body, noting the slight sheen along the fur from the sun's light hitting his sweat-matted fur. He took in those sumptuous arms, how they could crush a boulder with just an errant flex. Hell, he'd even say they resemble boulders if the way his split-peaked biceps rose didn't make mountains a more apt comparison. His gaze dropped to those monstrously huge quads, looking almost wider than his own waist. The way the two groups of muscle fought for space forced Kled to shift his legs apart further, but not nearly making enough room for the massive cock and balls he sported. His obscenely large testosterone factories slapped against his knees every time he took a step while that prodigious spire of his jutted against his pecs, a grotesque monolith to yordle masculinity. Teemo wagered that only Rumble and Ziggs would have him beat in terms of length and girth respectively, but not vice versa.

He then shot his view to the enormous slabs of muscle on Kled chest, seeing how his pecs were so stuffed that it forced his nipples straight down. He eyed the fluffy trail of fur that traveled from the top of his immense pec valley, down his superbly cut cobblestone abs, and ending in a musky bush at the base of his crotch cannon. His eyes trailed along those tall white furred traps until they ended at his cannonball-like shoulders, staring at them for some time before he realized that he and Kled were now face-to-face with each other.

"Ya ain't surprised ta see me, are ya?" Kled gave off a wry, confident smile.

"Kled, what the hell happened?!" Teemo looked at him, aghast with what he saw.

"The best damn thing of my life, that's what happened!" Kled proudly boasted, puffing out his chest. "Ya know I missed ya? I bet ya missed me too!" He pulled the scout in close, making the other yordle feel the contours of his gigantic wing-like lats. He dragged Teemo in closer, lifting the poor yordle off his feet. The cream-furred yordle found his face mashed against Kled's sweaty pecs until his mouth found purchase against the Noxian's lips. The two of them shared a passionate kiss, one marked with frenzied vigour from Kled. So into it was he that his seemingly perpetually erect dick, that was smooshed between the two hardbodies, leaked little rivulets of pre onto the both of them. The sudden feeling of wetness caused Teemo to jerk backwards and inspect the damage.

"Aw man..." Teemo groaned seeing the cum stain on his shirt. He dejectedly shrugged off his pack, placing it gingerly on the ground at his feet.

"Ah, I definitely missed that." Kled sighed, the sensation of fulfillment washing over his body like a soothing wave of relief.

"Ugh," Teemo grimaced, taking off his scout cap and shucking his dampened shirt, "this is gonna take some time to dry now". He let the garments fall beside his backpack, running his hand through his headfur as he ran through the plan in his head.

"Oh my god," Kled heartily guffawed, "no fucking way!"

The other yordle's sudden laughs broke Teemo's train of thought. His attention snapped back to the current situation, his eyes met Kled's in an instant. It took him a brief moment to process what the predatory look in the Noxian's eyes meant. He then followed the other yordle's gaze down to his torso and froze at the realization of his actions. "Oh crap..." Teemo muttered under his breath.

"Well lookit you! Yer getting all beefed up like me." Kled chuckled in a tone that the scout could only describe as weirdly supportive, something he never thought the fighter was capable of being even if he spent the rest of his life trying.

Teemo shook his head, his heart racing faster by the minute. "No, this is bad. This shouldn't have ever happened!"

"That's an... awfully weird thing ta say." Kled shot him a strange look. "I mean, it's not like ya were behind it or nothing."

"Uh..." Teemo rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, I actually, um," he stammered his words trying to think of what to say, "happened to be the one who gave you this."

This caused Kled to burst out in genuine laughter. His laughs boomed out around the land, only there wasn't anyone to hear besides the two of them. Eventually he settled down, even needing to wipe away a tear with the ball of his hand. "Aw, that's sweet of you! How'd ya know I'd like this so much?"

Teemo covered his face with his hands, there was no getting out of this one. "I-"

Kled pulled Teemo against his beefy bod once more, a jovial look on his face. "Ah, you ain't gotta say nothing. I accept yer gift." He wore an expression of contentment looking at his perceived lover, though that wasn't to stay. His nostrils flared as a sense of longing washed over him. He reached down into the scout's pants and groped at his pert rear, bringing a rosy blush to the cheeks of the other yordle.

"H-Hey, what are you doing?" Teemo cried out, not expecting the manhandling he was receiving. The manual stimulation of his butt caused him to involuntarily clench his asscheeks.

"Yeah, we gotta lose these." Kled hoisted Teemo into the air by his red neck fur with one hand and yanked his pants off with the other, hastily discarding them behind him.

"A-heh..." Teemo's blush only intensified when he suddenly found himself in the buff. "Uh, y-you can put me down now. We don't have to do this."

"Course we do! We gotta get ya looking fuckhuge like me!"

"Uh, I don't think that's a real word." Teemo gulped - he was completely at the mercy of Kled now.

"That'll be how they describe ya when I'm through with you!" Kled impishly smirked, grasping the other yordle's raging erection with his free hand. "I know ya want this. I felt it poking me this whole time."

Teemo could feel the hormones violently rushing through his body at the touch of the beefcake. He knew any subsequent growth spurt was bad for his work, but he didn't know if he truly believed it himself. It was an internal conflict he fought, but he wasn't about to let his captor see that. "Kled, this has to stop. I'm gonna get you help so you can get back down to a more manageable size. Then we can, um... do stuff."

The smile faded from Kled's face. "I like the way my body is, there ain't no way I'm going back." The white-furred yordle's voice grew stern as he brought Teemo in close. He changed the way he held Teemo to that of a gentler one, holding one hand around his defined back and the other cupping his ass. "I like my size, and there ain't no one else I'd rather share it with than you. I just hafta catch ya up ta speed first."

The short, shallow breaths Teemo took did little to assuage his apprehension for the current situation. He ended up taking in more of the other yordle's masculine musk rather than fresh air, only adding to his growing arousal. "I really don't think this is a good idea. I can't afford to get any bigger than I already am."

"But I want ya to, I want you ta be as big as I am." Kled kissed up the side of one of the scout's burgeoning traps, stopping just short of his ear. "There ain't gonna be nothing that could stop us."

"S-Stop us from what?" Teemo shuddered from the affection he was receiving.

"From whatever we want." Kled snickered, nuzzling his head into Teemo's. "You and I could rule the land together."

"Uh, that kinda sounds like your dream."

"Does it?" Kled jerked his head upright, a look of visible confusion plastered upon his face. "I always thought that was what everyone wanted. Eh, no big deal, we can iron out the details later. First things first!" He lifted Teemo up enough to free his colossal tool, which he then lined up flush with the other yordle's pucker.

Teemo gasped at sudden slimy feeling at his backdoor, eyes as wide as saucers. "Woah, woah, woah, I'm not ready for that!"

Kled attempted to soothe his partner's fears. "Relax, this is just-"

"Kled, I mean it, it's not gonna fit." Teemo continued his protest. "I can't take it, you're too big!"

Kled grinned from the impromptu compliment, but still wanted both of them on the same page. "I ain't gonna shove it in ya."

That actually came as a shock to Teemo. "You're not?"

"Naw, even I know that's too much fer ya." Kled chuckled, finally getting the other yordle wound down. "Still need ya lubed up though."

"You need lubrication?" Teemo narrowed his eyes. "For what?"

Kled evilly sniggered. "Fer this." He took the middle finger of the hand he was holding Teemo up with and slid it between his cheeks, meeting his pucker. What little resistance the cream-furred yordle still possessed was demolished when he felt the thick finger enter his rear entrance. His hackles had raised from the anal intrusion and was about to announce his displeasure until Kled found his prostate. At that point it felt like his body was about to melt over the other yordle. His face fell into Kled's hairy pecs, his tongue even lolling out uncontrollably. He'd probably find it unbecoming if he weren't so into it.

"Why don't we get more comfortable, huh?" Kled slowly bent down, carefully holding Teemo in his grasp until he could get into a position where he could lay supine. Once on his back with his head propped up by a mound of dirt, Kled redoubled his efforts, adding a second finger into the mix. The yordle in his clutches squirmed from the extra stretching, shuddering from the euphoria he felt as the thick appendages wriggled around in his anal cavity. Kled pressed on his prostate like it was a pleasure button, eliciting an almost whorish moan from Teemo, causing him to buck his hips into the Noxian.

"Attaboy," Kled encouraged the scout yordle, "you keep that up now." He gripped the other yordle's comparatively smaller boner and gently tugged, creating a steady rhythm between the movement of his hand and Teemo's thrusting. He could tell that the cream-furred yordle was into it as the prick he was jerking off started getting coated with slippery, slimy pre.

Teemo then moaned out, muffled by all the fur and muscle surrounding his face. His hands spasmed, reaching out for anything to grab onto. They eventually found purchase on Kled's fat nips, much to his surprise.

"Oh!" Kled chuckled, not complaining about the sudden stimulation. His own shaft lurched from the attention, riding up underneath his hand and the other yordle's ass. "Guess yer more eager for this than I thought!"

Teemo humped forward faster, only caring about getting off at this point. Despite already blowing his load once today he was well on his way to a second release, all thanks to the white-furred behemoth manhandling him. His tongue lashed out at the sweaty, musky fur in front of his mouth, discharging the masculine yordle stench trapped within. The scent kept him going, as if it were fuel for his animalistic desires. He bucked his hips quicker and quicker, the frequency of his breaths increasing in tandem. He felt it coming deep in his taint, the floodgates were about to blow wide open. His thrusting started slowing to a crawl, getting one last push forth, then two, before his balls pulled up. He howled in ecstasy as he geysered his creamy yordlebatter all over Kled's taut abs. He swore he produced more jizz in one day than he did over his entire lifetime beforehand.

"YES!" Kled cheered the other yordle on. "Gimme all ya got. Let it all out!" He pumped the cream-furred yordle's tool, milking him for all he's worth. He helped the scout empty his balls as hastily as possible, it took some teasing and coaxing to get to this point, but the payoff would be well worth the effort he put in. Feeling the flow trickle to a halt form his last few tugs, a lecherous grin spread across Kled's face from ear to ear. The fun begins.

Teemo wearily picked himself out of the sweaty white fur he'd basically been laying the whole time. His arms buckled slightly, but he managed to pull his face free from his muscular confines, taking the first breath of fresh air he'd gotten in what felt like forever. That's when the warmth rocketed throughout his body, washing over him like a blanket of lava. In an instant he felt the contraction and flexion of the muscles across his entire body, only they retained their larger size when relaxed.

Kled let out a lustful chuckle, removing his fingers from the other yordle's asshole. He loosened his grasp on Teemo's cock slightly, just enough to feel it growing bigger in his grip. He was getting exactly what he wanted, his rapacious sneer a by-product of that. He felt the other yordle expanding on top of him, packing on mass all over. Those arms taking up more space, the peaks of his biceps forming their own mountain range. Those legs were starting to encroach on tree trunk territory, while one could practically grate cheese on those abs. And the pecs, Kled's favourite muscle group, kept pushing into his torso as they grew more stuffed by the second. Only a few more times before Teemo fully catches up to him in size, if not outright pass him entirely.

Teemo pushed himself upright once the growth was said and done, inspecting himself all over with a heavy sigh. He was disappointed in himself for giving in so easily when he had such an important mission. Not to mention the fact that it would greatly interfere with his normal scout work - he was certain that any tree branch he'd crawl onto for a vantage point would only snap beneath his weight now. It would also mean he'd be less stealthy as not only does he stick out more on his own, but it would also require more effort to camouflage himself. Nevertheless, he had a job to do here and immediately went to work trying to formulate a plan to get Kled back to Heimerdinger's lab.

"So, ready fer round two?" Kled's voice snapped Teemo out of his brainstorming session. The scout's gaze popped up from the floor to meet the white-furred yordle, who had since shifted his position to be laying on his side with his head propped up by his bent arm, an act that might become impossible for the Noxian were he to bulk up any further.

Teemo couldn't afford to do that again, but Kled's lust hadn't been fully sated yet. He knew that the crazy warrior yordle only had one thing on his mind right now and that that was the only way he'd get Kled anywhere near the lab, but he had to still come out on top of the situation somehow. Many ideas swirled through Teemo's head with none really coming together nicely, until he had a sudden revelation - he didn't have to do this alone. It was as if the pieces of the puzzle came together at that exact moment. He kept up his nervous appearance as if to belie his feeling of confidence before smirking at Kled. He was ready alright and now the question became if Kled was instead. "I am, but I have a surprise for you first."

"A surprise?" Kled bolted upright, his curiosity piqued. "What d'ya got fer me?"

"Mmm, it's not ready yet, so you'll just have to sit there and look pretty." Teemo playfully teased the other yordle, something seemingly only he was allowed to do. "Don't do anything while I'm gone either. I want you to save yourself for me, stud." He capped off the sweet talk with a wink, a flirtatious gesture to keep Kled's interest high.

Kled shifted himself on the ground to better accentuate his prodigious prick. "He's all yers when ya get back." He impishly grinned at the cream-furred yordle.

Teemo had to choke back a gasp at the size of the tool, instead nodding before ducking behind one of the hills. "Be back soon!"

***

It was over half an hour since Teemo left and Kled was growing rather impatient. He snorted, thinking how he could've jerked himself off several times by now. Teemo was going to surprise him? He imagined the scout's reaction to seeing a version of himself several times larger than he was now. That would be a real surprise! He had paced around the landing several times, grumbling because of how pent up he was. He was about to blow off waiting any further and go to town on his cock before hearing a commotion behind the hill to his left.

Teemo zipped out into view, making his way over to his pack as soon as he saw it. "Hey, I'm back!"

"About damn time!" Kled huffed frustratedly and shook his head. "God, ya can't leave a guy all bottled-up like that. Any longer and my balls were gonna burst! If it ain't fer the fact that ya left yer stuff here, I'd've thunk you ran away!"

"Yeah, sorry about that. It took some time to set everything up." He deftly reaching into his rucksack and yanked out his trusty blowgun, trying his best to not make it obvious that he was loading it up.

"Uh, what are ya doing with that?" Kled cocked a brow, now growing suspicious of the other yordle.

"Oh, uh," Teemo gulped, not exactly thinking of a solid explanation for drawing his weapon, "it's part of the surprise!" He beamed intensely to try and throw Kled off the trail. He stood stock still with the smile plastered on his face for a few moments, just enough time for Kled to get antsy. When he was about to say something, Teemo brought the blowgun up to his mouth and blew air into it in one swift motion, completely catching the Noxian off guard.

The poisoned dart shot from the gun hit its intended target - Kled's forehead, right in between his eyes. "GOD FUCKING DAMNIT!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, swatting away the dart as quickly as it hit his head. Despite being there for barely a second, the poison from the tip of the dart quickly got to work, clouding the vision of his good eye, making it so that he was effectively blind. "Really?!" He blinked a few times out of reflex before dropping to all fours to try and stabilize himself, reaching out with his hands to find his way around, cursing up a storm as he did so.

"Yeah, you're doing great." Teemo encouraged, trying to stifle a snicker. "I'm over here!"

"Oh, you got some fucking nerve." Kled spit angrily, slowly making his way to where he heard the other yordle's voice. He kept feeling around until he finally touched something furry with his hand, a foot. He reached a little higher, feeling a shin and then the rock-hard calf behind it. Working his way up the leg, he came to the quad, which gave him pause. This thing was fucking huge, much like his own, so it felt wrong. Actually, to him it felt incredibly right, but he knew Teemo wasn't this big. Yet.

Kled pawed at the air until he came across something fleshy, but also tough as diamonds - a dick. "Fucking hell..." He mumbled under his breath as he groped the log of yordlemeat, picturing the dimensions of it in his head as his fingers traced over it. This thing was thick as hell! The balls hanging under it were just as impressive, brilliantly huge orbs just roiling with seed, waiting to be unleashed. He snuffed at the air, deliciously masculine musk burned through his nostrils, but he knew right away it wasn't Teemo's.

Finally, his sight slowly returned to him. He blinked as he adjusted to the light again, rubbing his eyes with the back of one of his hands. He looked back at the figure he was molesting, totally in shock when he saw the ocean of tan-coloured fur covering some behemoth of a yordle. He wasn't sure of what to make of the whole situation. Eventually he looked up, the sight causing him to fall back, flat on his ass.

"Hello there." Ziggs confidently smirked, hands on his hips as if he were showing off his body. "Did you enjoy yourself?"

"What the fuck?!" Kled shrieked, not having any idea what's happening.

"Surprise!" Teemo giggled at the sight of the big, bad warrior getting flustered from his joke.

"The hell's going on here?" Kled whipped his head towards Teemo, confusion written on his face.

"These guys are gonna help me." Teemo rooted through his pack, searching for one of the growth-inhibiting mushrooms.

Kled turned back to look at Ziggs, then glanced at the blue-furred hunk beside him. "Oh shit."

"Hey." Rumble cackled, beefy arms crossed along his barrel chest.

"Hold on." Kled held his hands up to get everyone's attention. "Why do they look like me?" He pointed in the direction of the newcomers. "Someone tell me why everyone's getting huge because I thought this was my doing."

"It actually started with us." Ziggs stated matter-of-factly.

Kled screwed up his face in bewilderment. "Well that ain't making a lick of sense!" Almost immediately after saying that did everything click into place, his expression turning displeased. "Someone's been sleeping around." He side-eyed Teemo.

"Yeah, someone has." Rumble added, equally as vexed as the stud on the ground.

"Uh, heh..." Teemo nervously chuckled, feeling backed into a corner. He blushed profusely when he caught the attention of the three behemothian yordles - he may not have kept this as under wraps as he wanted, but he at least had a chance to help get things fixed and put a stop to this once and for all.

"Also, tell me why these two are here, and why that one's wearing a jockstrap." Kled pointed at Rumble.

"Oh, we're... huh?" Ziggs looked down towards Rumble's crotch and saw how he wasn't so much as wearing the jockstrap as it was stretched around his junk. It was caught on his balls while his schlong was flopped over it. "Wait, why are you wearing a jockstrap? It doesn't even fit you. And where the hell did you even get it?"

"Found it at the lab, makes for a nice ball cozy." Rumble cockily smirked, liking the fact that even sportswear couldn't contain him. A thought niggled at the back of his mind, however. "Why do you guys even have it? Neither of you have done anything athletic."

Ziggs stared at the blue-furred yordle with a deadpan expression. "We were two dudes in a hot and sweaty laboratory where we sometimes had hours to kill before the next stage of an experiment could take place." He raised an eyebrow, thinking the answer was obvious. "What do you think we had it for?"

The gears in Rumble's head turned for a short moment before an answer popped in. "Was it for sex things?"

"It was for sex things." Ziggs confirmed.

"They're here to help me." Teemo pulled the conversation back on track. "You need to have your growth stopped. It's for your own good." He continued digging around his backpack, quietly cheering when he finally found one of the remaining shrooms.

"Like hell I am!" Kled protested. "Ain't no one gonna take this away from me!"

Ziggs slumped forward a little. Teemo had briefed the two of them back at the lab that Kled would be difficult to convince. He didn't understand why then, but he did now. "I know you're having fun and everything, but you really do need to stop."

"And why the hell should I?!" Kled was seeing red, feeling like he was getting blindsided with all of this.

"Because if you get any bigger, you won't be able to guard your land anymore." Rumble nonchalantly added.

"Well I..." Kled stopped for second to try and piece together a coherent argument, but try as he might, he couldn't come up with anything. "Alright, alright, ya make a valid point." He finally relented despite being royally pissed. "Fine. Let's just make this quick then."

"Cool." Teemo pulled out the small piece of fungus and brought it over to where Kled was sitting down. "Just eat this and then you can have all the sex you want, I promise."

Kled glared at the cream-furred yordle as he walked over. "You was gonna grow with me. We was gonna be huge together."

The sentimentality of the comment wasn't lost on Rumble. He gently nudged Ziggs, trying not to arouse the attention of the other two. "Hey," he quietly whispered, "I think he's got the hots for Teemo."

"Yeah." Ziggs silently snickered at the thought. "Kinda reminds me of you when you first asked me out."

"What?!" Rumble screamed as softly as he possibly could. "No way."

"Yeah!" Ziggs muffled his guffaw with his closed fist. "You were so flustered that I thought you were gonna pass out. It was so cute!" He gave his boyfriend a quick peck on the cheek, causing the blue-furred hulk to blush a deep rosy pink.

"I know, I'm sorry." Teemo sighed as he offered the shroom to Kled. "Just eat this and I'll make it up to you later. I promise."

Kled rolled his eyes in annoyance and grabbed the mushroom, vulgarly chomping down on the fungus to try and get it down as fast as possible. He gagged, however, stopping his mastication nearly as quickly as it started. His eyes had bulged out of his head, tears beginning to form at their corners. His chewing was crawling along at a snail's pace, but all he wanted to do was spit out the shroom. "This shit's awful. I can't..." Kled managed to choke out. He looked like he was ready to retch.

Ziggs cocked his head in befuddlement, his experience having went much different than what he was currently seeing. "Yo, I don't remember that at all." He turned to Rumble.

"He's just being a baby. He has no idea how much worse it can get." He snorted, bringing his hand up to eye level. He was twirling the jock around his finger by a strap. "But I think I know what I can do to help him." He sauntered over to where Teemo and Kled were, a cheeky, wry grin stretching the edges of his face. He took one look at the white-furred yordle struggling to keep himself composed and shook his head in disappointment. He grabbed the straps and fastened them behind Kled's ears before pulling the rest of the fabric completely over his muzzle in one fell swoop.

The act of having most of his face covered by a sweat-soaked jockstrap startled Kled to the point where he swallowed out of reflex. He wasn't sure if he should've felt relief that the ordeal was over or disgust that it had to happen in the first place. Now that it was over, he was ready to give Teemo what for, until he realized what kind of scent he'd been breathing in.

"Yeah, it's been wrapped around my musky balls for a little while now. You don't mind, do ya?" Rumble mischievously snickered.

Kled could only moan, the sound muffled by the thick fabric. He fell forward onto his hands, his entire upper body tensing whenever he took a breath. The others could see the veins snake across his arms and chest whenever he flexed those muscles, looking almost like part of a roadmap. His titanic tool slapped against his torso, nearly pushing its way into his pec cleft. The need for release surged through him, as evident by the way his fingers dug into the hard soil beneath him.

Rumble howled with glee from the horny display before him. "Oh dude, I think he's getting off on the jock smell. He's as much of a pervert as we are!"

"Trust me, he's the original pervert." Teemo coolly stated, gathering his belongings. He tried to slip a leg into his pants before realizing that he'd simply grown too big to wear his clothes anymore. With an annoyed huff, he put on his cap and pack and carried his garments under the crook of his arm.

"Hey, where are you off to?" Ziggs inquired, having only been told the plan up to this point.

"I'm off to the lab. I wanna make sure Heimer's prepared for the storm coming his way." Teemo responded. "He's more apt to listen to you once he's sexually sated. Honestly, it shouldn't take long." Teemo nodded before taking off. "I'll meet you guys there." He called out from behind the hill the three of them emerged from.

"Hey dude, check it out." Rumble tapped Ziggs' shoulder to get his attention. The two of them stared at Kled jerking himself off with reckless abandon, his massive testicles swinging in rhythm with his furious yanks. "He's really going at it hard. It's kinda hot."

"Only kinda?" Ziggs mused, feeling himself chub up at the sight of the stud pleasuring himself.

"Hope he's still got stamina after this." Rumble pressed down on his lengthy rod with his hand.

Kled then erupted in orgasmic bliss, shooting out bucket loads of yordlebatter all over the ground in front of him. He snarled like a feral animal, fingers grasping at the engorged cumpipe as load after load emptied out of his gigantic ballsac. His entire body flexed with every shot, only they didn't stay at their enlarged size, much to the others' relief. Eventually his pace slowed, the flow from his cock coming to a trickled before stopping entirely. He was left there, panting heavily through the jock before ripping it off his face entirely. He didn't make eye contact with anyone, choosing instead to stare at the cum flooded ground ahead of him.

Ziggs decided to be the first to speak for both he and Rumble. "Hey, Kled. Um, so-"

"He's gone, ain't he?" Kled asked rhetorically. His shifted the arm he was propped up on until his hand was one the ground. "I'm just another mission ta him, a task ta be completed before moving onta the next one." Kled adjusted his breathing so that he was taking in air through his nose. His gaze dropped to right in front of him where both his hands were now.

"Well, I think-"

"Shut up!" Kled snapped at the tan-furred yordle. "I don't give a shit what you think."

Ziggs sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in chagrin. "Okay, what I was going to say was, 'I think if we head to the lab, we can find out for sure what he thinks'." He looked at the yordle on the ground. "You just gotta come with us to do that."

Kled could only shake his head at the request, he doesn't just go anywhere any time someone asks him to. But at the same time, Teemo's at the lab, presumably at this moment. His heart aches in his chest, but he knows what he has to do. "Fine, I'll go with you."

"Awesome!" Ziggs grinned wide. "It's not far, we just-"

"Hold on, asshole." Kled interrupted, his eyes meeting Rumble's before flicking over to Ziggs'. "Y'all are doing something for me first."

"And that is?" Rumble raised and eyebrow at the demand.

"The both of ya are gonna fuck me. Hard." The determined look upon Kled's face let the other two know he meant business. "I ain't gonna give a shit which end either of ya take, just go ta town."

"You seemed to like how the jockstrap smelled. Maybe you wanna get it straight from the source." Rumble suggested.

Kled mulled it over before coming to a decision. "Alright, yer in front. And you," he nodded up towards Ziggs, "you've got my ass."

"No complaints here!" Ziggs chuckled as the two of them got into position.

"Oh," Rumble exclaimed as Kled groped at his waist, his hands around the mechanic's muscled ass while he mashed his face into the blue-furred pubes in front of his face. "Seem you really want this, huh?"

"Shut up," Kled retorted, "and let me have this." He firmed his grasp on one of the other yordle's cheeks, not enough to hurt, but just enough to get his point his point across.

"Okay then..." Rumble mumbled under his breath while making eye contact with Ziggs.

Kled dragged his tongue through the course hair, tasting the sweat-matted fur that made up Rumble's pelt. He gently kneaded the other yordle's dimpled rear with his meaty hands while beginning to lick at the base of the shaft that was beside his head the whole time. He buried his nose in the pubic bush, allowing Rumble's heady musk to imprint onto his brain.

"He's really getting into it." Ziggs snorted at the sight of the Noxian making love to his boyfriend's crotch. "How's it feel for you?"

"Honestly, dude, this is incredible." Rumble declared, completely dumbfounded by the experience. "He knows what the hell he's doing. Ah!" He gasped when he felt Kled grab at his cock, giving his cumslit a thorough licking. The other yordle also made sure to clean all the pre that drooled from the tip, not wanting a single drop to go to waste.

"Ooh, guess that's my cue then." Ziggs took hold of his girthy, pre-covered length and smeared his mushroom head against Kled's backdoor. He found the delicate ring of muscle didn't take much to part once lubed up, pressing in slowly so as to not startle the yordle underneath him.

Kled groaned around the cock he was taking into his mouth. Throughout his travels, he'd become a bit of an expert in getting dicked down, knowing exactly what to do with phalluses of all shapes and sizes. He let a bit of pre build up before swallowing it, taking Rumble's dick with it until his nose was tickled by crotch fuzz again. Simultaneously, he relaxed his anal muscles to allow Ziggs to slide in with ease. He, too, was balls deep inside Kled and now at his mercy. He clamped down on the dick in his anal cavity, eliciting a moan from its owner.

"Fuck, man, he took the whole thing." Rumble huffed, Kled's hands going back to groping his body now that his mouth is busy with his dick.

"Yeah, that's good." Ziggs sharply took in air through his teeth at the sensation of his dick getting clenched by Kled's ass. He bent over the other titan, grabbing hold of his wide, winglike lats. "Yeah, just tell me how much you want this." Kled then let go slightly, giving Ziggs the signal to thrust forward. The tan-furred yordle did just that, starting to hump slowly at first before picking up steam once he felt that the other yordle was fully acclimated to his thicker size.

Rumble, meanwhile, grabbed a hold of one of his fat nips and gingerly twisted it, the feeling of having the middle third of his body worship felt too damn good and he wanted to push himself further. He shuddered from the loving ministrations Kled was giving his obliques, placing his free hand on the other yordle's head for added support. He gently guided Kled as he bobbed up and down on his dick, commending the white-furred yordle for his excellent performance thus far.

Kled was taking everything happening to him in stride, allowing his body to piston back and forth in rhythm from the two hunks fucking him. He'd done this many a time before now, though these two are easily some of the biggest guys he'd ever taken, and he was doing them both at once. He concentrated on getting his muscle contracted and flexed at just the right moments, providing just the right stimulation to the two other yordles to edge them along further. He'd done this, he'd estimate, a million times before in the past, but this was the most he'd ever enjoy being spitroasted. Hell yeah, he was into this - he wouldn't ask for this if he wasn't gonna enjoy this.

Rumble bent over slightly as he gripped the back of Kled's head harder, exhaling more forcefully as he felt that his cum tanks were almost ready to overflow. He moved his other hand over to the first one for a stronger hold on Kled, really pumping his cock down the other yordle's throat for all he's worth.

Ziggs was also going hard on Kled's ass, grunting with each fuck as his pendulous balls slammed into the white-furred yordle's. Despite all the bulk the two hardbodies possessed, he was able to grab a hold of the other's nipples and squeezed them firmly. This got a sharp gasp out of Kled, the vocalization dampened by the many inches of cock the yordle had slurped down.

The three continued in tandem for a few minutes longer until they all cried out in ecstasy, one after another. It was a chain reaction that started with Rumble, sweat trickling down his forehead as he pumped load after steamy load down Kled's gullet. His arms flexed as hard as they could, a few veins popping out, making their presence known. He grunted through gritted teeth, facefucking the other yordle until he could give cum no more.

Ziggs was next to follow, planting his face into the small of Kled's back, inhaling his masculine musk. The frequency in which he pummeled that hole slowed when he felt his balls pull up, at which point he pushed himself as much as he could into the other yordle's rectal cavity, plugging the hole so that no seed could escape. He was practically hugging the yordle underneath him, wanting to breed him as vigourously and intensely as he could.

Last to blow was Kled himself, only waiting until the other two had gone. He felt that it was a sign of courtesy, something he thought the newer generations oughta learn if they wanted to have a go at folks like him. His dick belched forth more jism, only adding to the litres of yordlebatter covering the ground around him. Yeah, he enjoyed this. He'd make sure this wasn't the last time he had fun with these two.

Eventually, everyone's cocks were down to their last trickles. The two lovers simultaneously pulled out of Kled, who was now sputtering after not having a proper breath in several minutes and was currently leaking cum from both ends, it pooling with his own to create a soup of yordle DNA so potent that it might get anyone pregnant if they get too close. "Good, you boys did good." He struggled to stay upright, feeling absolutely wiped after the sheer amount of fucking the three of them just accomplished. "Alright, I'll come with ya now. Just lead the way." The other two helped him to his feet, careful to not get each other covered in what felt like a swimming pool's worth of baby batter. He followed the others to the portal they took to get here in the first place, staying far enough behind them so that they couldn't hear him. "Fucker's gonna pay me back good fer this. I don't care how long it takes, he will be mine."

***

The three of them met up with Teemo at Heimerdinger's lab, who immediately ordered the beefcakes to all shower posthaste. Only one opposed the order, but finally relented when he got peer pressured by the other three into doing it. He didn't feel that it was fair that he had to shower more than what he planned for the year.

Things started winding down once everyone had gotten refreshed, with most of them heading off to sleep. All that remained awake were Teemo and Ziggs, who were reminiscing about stuff they got up to in years past. Topics changed over the course of an hour until it got to what's currently happening, to which Ziggs brought up something that he only just thought of at that moment.

"So I couldn't help but notice that when you gave Kled his mushroom, it was smaller than the ones you gave to me and Rumble." Ziggs turned to face Teemo, who was sitting beside him against the far wall of the lab. "That doesn't mean anything, right?"

"I mean, it may or may not." Teemo shrugged his shoulders. He had slowly gotten used to his newfound size over the course of the day.

"Oh yeah, that's not sarcastic at all." Ziggs sarcastically quipped.

"I mean, I have no data on something like that at all. I have nothing to look at when comparing variables like size or shape of the shrooms." Teemo stared up at the ceiling, it was his most comfortable place to look when in thought. "For all I know he could've gotten a smaller dose than you two and the effects could wear off sooner."

"Wait," Ziggs eyes widened in shock at what he was hearing, "You mean this isn't even permanent? We could go back to growing?"

"I mean, it's a possibility. I have no idea if any of this is temporary, but it's not something we can rule out since we don't have enough information about the condition right now."

Ziggs' gaze remained fixed on the cream-furred yordle, slack jawed from he was saying. A few moments had passed before he possessed the ability to speak again.

"WHAT?!"