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Bright sunlight beamed through the window, passing through the glass panes unprotected by the silken curtains. The day had already begun and Thomas was still fast asleep, though with the way that the sun's rays inched their way towards his face, he wouldn't stay that way for long.

Indeed, his nose twitched as he started coming to, unappreciative of his impromptu wake-up call. He threw a pillow over his face to hide himself from the light, but at that point it was too late and he was far too awake now. He groaned.

Carefully, he clambered out of bed, groggy and strangely warm for some peculiar reason. Did he also turn on the heat for some reason? It was the middle of summer! He must've been in some crazy party if he was so out of it that he completely flipped his sleeping routine on its head. It was a good thing that-

He immediately toppled over when he tried to stand upright. His eyes bulged out wide, knowing instantly that something was wrong with his current scenario. He felt so weird and heavy, and the floor didn't seem right either. Try as he might, he couldn't see much thanks to his vision still being blurry, needing to rub away the sleep with his hands.

Upon his sight returning, Thomas felt like he wanted to scream. His hands were wrong! They were smaller for some reason, and the backs were covered in fur. Also each hand only had four digits, he double checked to make sure! The sensation was alien to him, and yet somehow oddly familiar...

And then it hit him as soon as he started looking at more of himself - he was a yordle, which was weird when he went to bed as a human. The game that the species originated from, he was a fan of it and played it a ton, but he knew that the world of Runeterra was fictional. There wasn't any possible way that someone from his world could enter it for themselves.

So, how could he explain this?

Pushing himself to his feet, he noticed several other things about himself, though these weren't yordle specific. The biggest of which was the fact that he was massive for a man of that species. Every single yordle stood roughly three feet tall, and yet he looked to be about the same wide and thick. Densely-packed beef had been stuffed onto his diminutive frame, explaining why he felt so heavy. He looked like an absolute tank!

His curiosity piqued, he gingerly touched his sumptuous arm, noting how real it felt. Just to be sure that he was awake he pinched the skin by his bicep, wincing in pain, but damn sure that he wasn't dreaming.

This was real! He was a titan of a yordle, thick as a boulder and could crush one between his hands too. He gave his arms an experimental flex, observing how the split-peak bis rose twice as tall as when they were at rest. His triceps, too, were gigantic, bigger than his waist when tensed.

He was beyond words as he continued to fondle himself. His shoulders had swollen into cannonballs that widened to accommodate more mass, which led into traps that swallowed his neck. His back was mountainous, its hilly nature creating massive peaks that left a him-sized depression in the bed. There were also his lats, which flared out and made him look wide as hell, giving him a wingspan that rivaled birds. All of that was on a yordle!

And then there were Thomas' pecs, which he could see considering how much of his vision they obscured. Sure, he could still see a fair bit straight ahead, but any chance to look at his feet now were long behind him. The prodigious slabs of beef on his chest were far too bulky to look past, although he learned that he actually didn't hate that.

However, he hit a snag in his self-examination when he discovered that he had a gut. Not a regular one from overeating, but one formed from so much muscle mass in his core that it bowed out into a large dome that protruded just about as much as his pecs did. Now that was odd, but he can't say that he didn't like it. In fact, he really loved it!

As well as the beef that he'd gained out of nowhere, he also had increased sensitivity across his entire body. Every touch felt heavenly, especially the closer that he got to his erogenous zones. His ministrations awoke his slumbering cock, which responded remarkably to his groping.

His shaft was a leviathan in its own right, far larger than it was when he went to bed. That thrilled him to bits! In a matter of seconds, his prick stiffened to full mast, slapping against his enormity as it begged to be touched. He couldn't believe how tall it was! It came up past his thick chest, right in view of his face. If he were to push it between his pectorals, he might be able to suck himself off without problem.

But maybe Thomas was getting a little ahead of himself. He was about to jerk himself off in a body that he barely registered as his, and all without discovering where the hell he even was. His priorities needed a bit of shifting around.

So that's why waking up felt so weird; he didn't recognize the curtains, nor did he recognize the bed. Come to think of it, his whole room was wrong. He looked like he was in a castle of some kind, not the apartment that he lived in. Were there even castles nearby? What the hell was going on?!

He wandered out of the room and into a hallway that he also didn't recall. Everything that he saw felt so off-putting - paintings of some shadowy figure, magical artifacts on pedestals, a pair of yordle-sized slippers by a doorway-

Wait, things were starting to make sense. If his intuition was correct, he should turn the corner and see...

Aha, he was right! Standing at a counter in the kitchen reading a cookbook was Veigar, only the black-furred yordle was in the nude. His back was turned, giving a show of his pert rear to whomever happened to see it. The difference in size was a bit perplexing, with the sorcerer being the regular size of yordles. There had to be an explanation for that as well. Right?

The door creaking on its hinges alerted Veigar, telling him that he wasn't the only person in the room anymore. "Oh, look who's awake!" He beamed, seeing the behemoth in the doorway.

"Uh, hey," Thomas tried to play along, unsure of what was happening, "you look a bit busy. If you want, I can head back-"

"Nonsense, I always enjoy your company!" Veigar let the spoon rest on the handle of the pot that he was just stirring, the stew inside needing to cook for some time before it was ready to go. "Having you around makes things move by much quicker."

Thomas gulped, seeing the other yordle advance on him. "Do I, though?"

"Maybe not, but having you here means I get to do this." With a laboured huff, Veigar pressed forward, planting his lips on the beefcake's. He moaned into the embrace, relishing the contact with the blond-and-cream-furred behemoth. He let his hands wander, stroking his lover's meatlog with fervor. "How's my stud today?"

"Uh, good, definitely good," Thomas grinned, his nostrils flaring from the stimulation that the magician gave him.

Veigar quirked a brow. "Only good? I'll have to help you feel better then," he slid his finger along the thicker yordle's shaft, collecting some of the precum that dribbled from the tip of that hyper cock and stuck it in his mouth. He smirked. "Yes, excellent. As potent as usual."

Thomas felt a little weirded out at the black-furred yordle's choice of words, but the other man was a sorcerer after all. And they were close to one another, apparently. All of this was happening so fast, and yet he found himself taking it in stride. Truth be told, he really enjoyed this. "Exactly as you expected, I hope."

"Oh yes! My horny lover is the biggest goddamn stud in all of Runeterra. You even give the humans a run for their money!" Veigar gave the swole yordle a lascivious wink before stroking his hand along that turgid fuckmeat.

So, this wasn't exactly the same world as where the game took place. All of it seemed like what he thought it was supposed to be, and yet this version seemed to be far more sexual. Thomas could work with that. "I bet those humans are envious that they don't get access to all this beef, huh?"

"Oh, I bet it burns them inside," Veigar cooed. With a curious expression, he looked back at the stove before turning to the other yordle, a mischievous glint in his eye. "You know, food's not gonna be ready for a bit. How about a little fun?"

Thomas responded with his own impish smile, stretching from ear to ear. "What do you have in mind?" He lifted the other yordle's chin with a finger.

"I think a little of this is in order." His own pole standing at attention, Veigar placed a hand on both of the titan yordle's pecs and gently pushed, leading his lover to splay out along an empty part of the countertop. From there he mounted the beefcake, shoving his nose in between the slabs of meat on that chest, moaning aloud as he inhaled the masculine scent trapped in there. He then popped his head back out, his facial fur a bit matted from sweat. "God, I love the way you smell."

"I'm glad, I think it's one of my best features," Thomas chuckled.

"It's so powerful!" Veigar shoved his nose along one of his lover's swollen pectorals, breathing in the muscular yordle's manly essence. It was pure ambrosia to him, and he always craved it when he was in the mood. The heady stench got him licking across the yordhemoth's chest.

Thomas felt his own arousal spiking with the other yordle giving him a tongue bath. His magnum dong pulsed with need, fueling his own urges. He gripped onto the magician, cupping the smaller man's ass and pulling him in close, kneading those supple cheeks with his hands. It amused him how he could hold one in each hand.

"Everything about you," Veigar groaned, "just makes me so horny."

Thomas leaned over to where the black-furred yordle's head was located, his traps straining as he gently spoke into his lover's ear. "Maybe I could relieve some of that heat."

Veigar looked into the behemoth's gray eyes, a needy look in his own. "Yes, I want you to fuck me."

Thomas let out a laugh that rumbled in his chest, his pecs bouncing as he did. "You're forward, I like that in a guy!"

"Well, you bring out the beast in me," Veigar kissed along the beefcake's neck, making sure to end on the larger yordle's lips. "Your rippling arms, your swollen chest, your delicious gut, your tree-trunk legs... but most of all, your handsome face. I could get lost staring in your eyes, and I often do."

"You flatterer," Thomas reciprocated with a kiss of his own on the smaller yordle's head. "Let's get you bred then, shall we?"

Veigar didn't need to be asked twice. He hopped onto his feet before bending over, allowing the yordle colossus full view to his rear entrance. "I think you know what to do from here," he said, playing with his cheeks to entice the giant stud.

Thomas didn't need to be coaxed with a horny yordle in front of him. He bent down on his own, his shaft twitching as his muscle ground together, and dug his face into the sorcerer's cleft to rim his pucker. That elicited a whorish moan out of his lover, which meant that he was already ready for the next part.

Diligently, he grabbed a handful of preseed that oozed from the tip of his cock and lubed his fingers up before spearing them in the black-furred yordle one-by-one. It amazed him that, despite how tightly that delicate rim of muscle was clenched, he fit his entire hand inside without trying. Now that got him going!

Veigar whimpered in anticipation as he awaited the inevitable plowing that he begged for. He could feel the yordhemoth groping his parts, and he whined in need when he felt the tip of that thick log of yordle fuckmeat at his hungry hole. With a huff, he felt it get shoved in, the girth being accepted without question, providing resistance by clenching as hard as he could.

The clamping of his cock got Thomas to snort, his bulging muscles tensing as a result. He kept going until he managed to hilt the entirety of his shaft inside of the smaller yordle, much to his surprise! But he didn't want to stop there. Carefully, he pulled out just enough to hear his lover gasp, which is when he knew to plunge back in.

Panting breaths left Veigar's mouth as the beefcake began pounding his tight asshole. The man was a god when it came to reaming him wide, and he savoured every second of it. He gripped onto his own cock and tugged on it, certainly not close to the size of the one drilling into him, but sizable for his species.

Thomas hunkered down over the other yordle, grunting as he slammed his pelvis against the other yordle's ass. He'd built up a quick pace already, like he'd done this hundreds of times in the past. It amazed him how in sync they were, like a well-oiled machine. As such it seemed like the magician knew his body's weaknesses, as he could feel himself being pushed close to the edge of climax.

Veigar's innards filled with translucent pre, a sign of what was to come. He huffed as he jerked himself off, wanting to get off when his lover did. His moaning grew louder the harder his prostate got jackhammered. It was like the beefcake pressed a button hardwired to his brain and he loved it.

Thomas was beginning to lose the will to hold his load in. Through gritted teeth, he pumped his hips to stuff the sorcerer, but only managed one more before he couldn't last any longer and let loose his seed. His load flooded his lover's bowels, to the point that the other yordle's gut began to inflate.

Indeed, Veigar took in all that the stud had to offer, his body making room for it all by stretching out to accommodate it. It brought him great joy to know that he could take his lover's load despite the size difference, and he creamed himself at the thought.

By the time all was said and done, Veigar was laying on his bloated middle, very little pouring out of his gaping hole. Their love was as strong as Thomas was, and they couldn't wait to have more fun later on in the day, as all yordles did.