FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The remnants of a westerly wind blew warm air through a field in Bandle City, one populated by many strange flora not found in any human settlement in Runeterra. The breeze rustled through purple grass and the leaves of red and orange trees twisting this way and that through each other to form a tie-dyed canopy that filtered soft light to the loamy ground below, the colours appearing painted on as if the landscape existed on the canvas of a master artist. Were one not a yordle, they might consider the sight surreal and wonder if they were dreaming, not capable of coming up with anything close were they given ample time to do so. It truly was a whimsical wonderland unspoiled by anything not made by nature.

At least it would be if there wasn’t a mechanical workshop nearby.

The yordle owner of which was hard at work performing an upgrade on a client’s vehicle. Theo was proud of the work he did, and given how many repeat customers he got, it clearly meant his efforts were appreciated. Working with his hands gave him a buzz that barely anything else could match. Anything except his prized coffee beans found deep in the heart of the jungles of Kumungu, of course. Those he’d do anything for.

Which is why he gleefully tore into the guts of a one-of-a-kind Reconnaissance Operations Front-Line Copter, making adjustments to its engine to provide greater fuel efficiency during flight. Its owner, a yordle by the name of Corki, happily watched from several feet away. Theo normally didn’t like it when his customers observed him while he worked, but he was more than happy to make an exception here given what he got out of the exchange.

“You know, I’ve taken the old thing to a bunch of other mechanics, but yer the only one who seems to really understand her.” Corki leaned against a wall not far from where his aircraft was being serviced, aviator goggles strapped to the top of his head. “I ain’t seen no one else handle her with such respect. All those other blackshoes turn what’s supposed to be a simple job into a total Charlie Foxtrot!”

“Well,” Theo scoffed, one corner of his mouth curling into a wry grin, “I’ve gotten to know her quite a bit. I know that’s important to you.”

Indeed, Corki liked to hang around his shop as he toiled away on servicing the machine. It was for sure an odd thing to ask, but he actually granted the arrangement in this case given how much he coveted what was traded for his labour. At the very least it gave him someone to talk to. Not to mention he could directly ask questions about the vehicle whenever it was needed. Plus, he couldn’t deny the bond between aviator and aircraft.

But that wasn’t the only reason why the other yordle liked to be in the room while he worked. The one thing Theo noticed through ‘collaborating’ with the ace pilot was that attention was only given to the copter about half the time, usually less. The rest was focused squarely on him. While he didn’t make it obvious, he noticed where the other man’s gaze often drifted to, especially when he’d worked up a sweat.

His job demanded a lot out of him, not only because he had to know how all the different components fit together to let the vehicle become airbourne, but also because so many of the parts were far heavier than they appeared to be, and the average yordle needed specialized equipment just to move them.

Theo was no average yordle, however. Years upon years of hard, manual labour led to him commanding a thickly-built body, one that filled out whatever attire he chose to wear, both for leisure and for work. The overalls currently collecting grease stains were no stranger to being stretched; the bands fastened to the main body of the garment never fully contoured to his body as some pockets of air were formed from the way certain muscles of his bulged.

That was what his customer was so attentive to. Bandle City had no shortage of mechanics – realistically, any one of them could’ve serviced the copter no problem – but it was always him that the craft was brought to. It wasn’t that he did it any better than anyone else, even though he knew he did, but rather that he could handle the duties in a way no one else could. An engine half the size and double the weight of a yordle was not something just anyone could hoist with their bare hands.

And yet he could without much effort.

Every movement he took pulled focus away from the machine and onto him. Even right now he could tell that Corki was ogling him despite being shoulder-deep into the vehicle. Admittedly, it wasn’t like he didn’t know how his body was naturally showing itself off. He was fully aware that an ass twice the size of anyone else’s drew in wandering eyes, especially when it was basically the only thing to watch.

But the attraction didn’t just go one way. The interest in the other yordle was mutual, leading to him actively showing off his body when the chance arose. Many times after lifting something heavy he exhibited how pumped he’d gotten, veins snaking along his biceps as he casually flexed them for the pilot to gawk at in a way that made it seem natural, eliciting a positive, if reserved, reaction. Obviously he wasn’t supposed to know how much the other man was into him.

The sexual tension was palpable. One could cut through it with a knife.

Keeping the secret tortured him at times. There’d be moments where he thought he should spill the beans, so to speak, and mention how overt the staring was. But that came with its own problems in that he might not get the man’s business anymore if it caused embarrassment.

Which led him to that thought currently bouncing through his head. From how much he’d been working on this aircraft, he knew there were very few ways left in which it could be altered, meaning his current job would likely be the last with this particular client. Perhaps that made it the perfect time to say something.

“You know,” Theo grunted as he hand-tightened a nut with a wrench as far as he could, “I think she’s about done. Practically nothing left to do besides put her back together again.”

“Perfect!” Corki bounded over, his mustache contouring to his giddy grin. “Ain’t no one else in these lands who she’s safer with.”

Theo had to laugh as he watched the other yordle caress the fuselage of the copter. “You don’t think you’re coming on a bit strong there?”

“Ah, I’m just being sentimental,” Corki sighed. “We’ve been through a lot together. You’ve given her time back she lost ages ago.”

Reassembling a machine after taking it apart was a skill some people took ages to develop, but to Theo it came naturally. His eidetic memory was a gift he used frequently, allowing him to work faster than if he had to refer to a manual after every step, especially when his fellow yordles would bring him devices he never thought could exist. “I do aim to please,” he said while reattaching wires to their appropriate sockets, not wanting a fuse to blow while the aircraft was in flight. In spite of his brawny physique, his fingers were rather delicate, able to painstakingly line up components that he could then affix together to form strong bonds that would last quite a long time.

And because of his expertise, he usually finished up jobs far faster than his competitors – not that he considered his line of work to be a competition. “I believe we’re done here.” Finally letting go of that breath he’d been holding onto, he stepped back to admire his efforts, and while there was much to be proud about, he couldn’t stop something else from co-opting his mind after only a few seconds passed. “Shall we talk about payment?”

“Of course! Got it right here.” The sack of coffee beans Corki held in his hands nearly dragged along the floor, its contents filling the burlap near to the brim. Seeing how packed with goods the bag was hastened the beating of Theo’s heart, but the exotic smell that wafted through the woven fabric activated his brain that much harder.

His hands involuntarily grabbed the sack when it was presented. Immediately he tore through the string holding it closed and pulled some of the beans out, their scent enough to speed up his breathing. “Oh yeah, this is a good haul.”

“You wouldn’t believe what I had to go through to get my hands on ‘em! Shame this’ll be the last I get for ya.”

Those exact words were the only things that could give Theo pause at that moment. His mind raced with the realization that he’d be cut off from one of the most important things in his life, worry overriding whatever pleasure his procurement brought. He couldn’t wait any longer. “About that,” he gripped the opening of the sack to prevent anything from falling out, “I was actually wondering if we might be able to work out another deal. Something besides performing maintenance on your ride.”

“Another deal?” Corki mused. “Can’t say I’m opposed, though I wanna know what the offer is first.”

The tension holding Theo’s shoulders in place instantly dissipated. A toothy smile was all he gave the pilot at that moment, not wanting to spoil exactly what he had come up with as a proposal. He placed the bag by the desk he did paperwork at before beckoning the other yordle his way. “Follow me.”

One thing that separated his workshop from others was how much room his place had. In addition to the space where he repaired and upgraded other people’s machinery, he owned a warehouse conjoined to the original building. Its emptiness showed how he hadn’t made use of the area just yet, but his mind held plans for expansion that he’d soon put into motion when the time was right.

“Some place ya got here.” Corki let out a whistle as he passed the threshold.

“It’s something, isn’t it?” Theo made sure he was second to enter, shutting the door behind him. His heart fluttered the closer to reality his thoughts were becoming. “Now, about our proposal.”

“Yeah, I’m dying to know what—” Theo’s lips mashed against Corki’s, sucking the life from the sentence as the heat between them grew. Sensual was the kiss as their breathing became one. At least it was until Corki pulled away in a gasp, his eyes as wide as dinner plates.

“Theo, what are you doing?!”

“I’m not blind, Corki. I know what you want.” Theo could only smirk at the sputtering yordle blushing a deep crimson in front of him, knowing full well how he just brought a fantasy to life. “So you might not need my mechanic skills anymore. That’s fine. I think we can still work something out.” He trailed a claw up along the underside of the pilot’s chin.

Corki’s eyes seemed magnetized to the floor. “Oh! Uh, I-I, uh…” He gulped, chuckling nervously. “This ain’t what I thought you were referring to at all!”

“Well, is it something you’re interested in? I’d say it’s mutually beneficial.” Theo felt something poke his midsection, only to see the other man’s hand recoil. Right then and there he knew he landed on a good idea if his client’s body was acting without being directed.

“I dunno if we should…”

“How about this,” Theo said as he gripped one of the fasteners of his overalls, “you tell me when you want me to stop and I’ll honour it.” Without revealing what he meant, he flicked the clasp open and let the denim band succumb to gravity. No complaints were raised, so he went ahead and mirrored the move with the other band. Now his overalls hung loose against his body, giving him the opportunity to slowly draw them down, displaying more and more of his undershirt clinging to his sculpted frame. The silence invited him to continue.

So he did, dragging the garment lower and lower until it slipped past his waist, revealing the briefs assiduously hugging his oversized bulge, the material leaving nothing to the imagination. Not to mention his legs looking chiseled from stone.

Next came his undershirt, matted to his fur by sweat after exerting himself in an insulated room. It clung to his form as he tried to remove it, now being slow by accident as he struggled slipping his arms through the sleeves, but accident or not it provided the same result in that it kept rapt attention directed his way. It didn’t hurt that in shucking off his top he got to show off the musculature he’d gained from his years of hard work, his back rippling as his sinewy deltoids rolled back.

He then faced his guest, confidence pouring off him as he gradually sauntered over, giving plenty of time to soak in his nearly-naked form. Just one article of clothing remained. Gently he held the hands of the other yordle and carefully guided a few fingers beneath the waistband of his briefs, that bulge having since chubbed up into a full erection. “Care to do the honours?”

Corki wasted no time in practically tearing the underwear off, exposing that rigid flesh pole to the cool air of the warehouse. He nearly leapt backward as it throbbed. “You don’t have to be scared of it,” Theo mentioned. “Go on. Touch it.” A flex of his pelvis made it jump into the grasp of the other yordle’s ungloved hand, eliciting a gasp of surprise as a bead of preseed drooled from the tip. “You’ve been waiting for this moment for a while now, haven’t you?”

The only thing Corki was capable of doing was sputtering, as his digits twitched around the cock. “I just… I didn’t expect it to be so big!”

“That’s kinda what I do best here.” Theo smirked as he pulled his hands behind his head, now proudly showing off the rest of his body as well. “If you’d like to, I wouldn’t mind seeing you—”

He never got the chance to finish before Corki started ripping off his clothes, leaving them strewn around the floor. Within a minute both yordles were buck naked with their dicks bobbing in the air, the tension between them at a breaking point, and only one thing on their minds.

They didn’t hesitate in grabbing hold of each other, rods smashing together as their midsections closed in on one another, pre now coming out at a faster rate. No time was wasted as they resumed their embrace, tongues intertwining while lips smacked together, Theo’s nose brushing aside Corki’s long moustache. The heat of their shared lust cushioned them against the cooler air surrounding them.

Theo was the first to let his hands wander. Sitting down most of the time led to the pilot’s body being on the softer side, which he didn’t mind. On the contrary it gave him more to explore, more flesh for his fingers to curiously probe, gliding over the other man’s erogenous zones and listening to him moan into his mouth. He couldn’t prevent his hands from finding the yordle’s ass, of course, as his libido slowly took control of his actions.

Corki then did the same to him, tracing over the ridges between his muscles with a claw, fingers gradually curving around his bulk. One hand found purchase on his junk, which startled him. He whimpered – his tool was highly sensitive. But he encouraged it with a groan of approval and a buck of his hips. It was as if years of pressure had finally been uncorked into a flurry of fervent ecstasy, not unlike an orgasm.

And that’s when Corki took the lead. Theo could tell that this was a dream come true from the urgency painting his client’s every move, frenzied ministrations around his pelvis crescendoed into his body being wrapped around by the pilot’s other arm, pulling the two of them even closer together. He huffed from the abrupt spike in passion exhibited by the other man, loving every minute of it.

A series of quick kisses down his neck made him shiver in delight, the inferno of arousal roiling inside him strengthening from the zealous attention. It got him to moan. Clearly he made the right call in propositioning the other yordle, feeling it was a good idea, but not expecting to get this kind of reaction. Truth be told, it’d been a while since he had the chance to let loose with someone else. It was exactly the sort of release he’d been craving too.

But maybe he was getting a tad too comfortable.

Unbeknownst to Corki, Theo didn’t start his professional career servicing machines. He was once a gifted scholar and former scientific partner to one Cecil B. Heimerdinger, having worked with him several hundred years in the past before much of the human settlements active today had been established. His natural hunger to learn led him to experimenting on an ancient Shuriman artifact once belonging to an Ascended, but an accident caused the magic latent in the relic to iterate itself repeatedly while he was extracting it, resulting in the power uncontrollably causing him to grow without seemingly an end in sight. Or at least it would if he didn’t eventually discover how to curb the mystical essence now residing inside him.

That’s where the coffee came in. Having to focus on keeping the growth held back for the sake of his day-to-day life caused him to be exhausted at all times as otherwise all that power would go unchecked. Sleep never felt like it helped for long as all his energy went into maintaining his natural size, but it was the only way he could think of to feel alive enough to work. Any sort of respite didn’t come until he discovered certain beans from Kumungu that had a unique property that impeded the hormones begging him to hit the hay. He was still tired to be sure, but felt more alert than he could’ve possibly hoped to be.

But having someone else ravish his physique broke his concentration. The power slipped free of its mental confines, racing through his nervous system to assault his frame with its expansive potential. His breathing hastened as it first struck his muscles, causing them to convulse before surging them larger. The sudden increase in mass pummeled him with pleasure, but also caught Corki off guard.

“Theo?” Concern took over his face as he witnessed something unexplainable to almost everyone in existence. “What’s going on?”

“Sorry, I—” Theo doubled over as his fat cock slapped against his washboard abs, smooshing a glob of pre brighter than his white fur into his fluffy, blue treasure trail. “I lost control.” The euphoria battering his brain proved more detrimental than good to his current situation as more and more of the Ascended power leaked out to imbue his body with its might. His gaze flicked to the other man to gauge his reaction, pleasantly surprised to see the pilot still with him.

Corki’s jaw remained agape, however. “Wait, yer telling me you can just do this on a whim?”

“I… try not to, for obvious reasons.” Theo’s tongue fell from his mouth as his chest billowed against his chin, the firm bulk of his pecs fighting for room with one another. It was the catalyst the magic needed to enact more changes. Without warning, he felt it manifest in other parts of his body, his bones creaking as they lengthened and widened to allow for more beef to pile onto his frame. Barely any time had passed and he now appeared unlike any other yordle the world had ever known. The power within him had pushed him more than a head taller than his client, but commanded the space around him by broadening him dramatically.

Lats he typically didn’t pay attention to were now too huge to ignore, the flat muscles progressively bulging outward until they resembled something Corki’s copter could reasonably land on. They complemented his traps increasingly swallowing up his neck, pressing against shoulders that looked capable of tearing a door off its hinges. That provided ample opportunity for his arms to swell more than they already had, his biceps curling into split peaks that throbbing veins snaked over, while his triceps grew into brawny horseshoes that sleeves had nightmares of.

The front of his torso fared just the same with his pectorals surging forward, the masses like small boulders made of meat that flexed whenever he moved. Striations became prominent the more muscle was stuffed under his pelt, tightening his core into powerful cinder block abdominals far stronger than the real thing, with more veins leading to his chiseled pelvis.

His cock was far from left out, having graduated from test tube to wine bottle in barely a moment before the next wave of growth hit. It paired nicely with a set of orbs that fattened alongside it, bloating with frothy yordle cum churning inside his nuts. He didn’t even have a chance to gauge their size before discovering them comparable to oranges, then grapefruits, then beyond.

And while he couldn’t see it, he could certainly feel his ass ballooning out as the power coalesced there. The mounds swelled with densely-packed musculature, pushing his body wider and wider to compensate as it seemed to innately desire staying proportionate despite his freakish growth. With how much they appeared to materialize mass out of thin air, it was fortunate his legs kept pace as his thighs quickly matched the size of what his waist used to be before deciding that wasn’t good enough, aiming for tree trunks instead.

The eruption of heft floored Theo’s sense of balance, his newfound centre of gravity different than what he was used to, pulling him to the ground with an audible thud that shook the warehouse. The position allowed his cock to blossom into the pillar it wanted to become, pulsing with growth to resemble a third leg jutting from his crotch that slapped his chest, drooling precum at a rapid rate that then pooled on the floor around him, his fur thus getting sticky. The sensitive nature of his turgid log of yordle fuckmeat got him panting up a storm as he couldn’t stop himself from feeling the column of cock he now possessed.

And it only felt better when Corki climbed aboard.

The difference in size between the two of them became progressively staggering the larger Theo grew, his swollen prick encroaching on the height of the other yordle. A flurry of gropes and licks then assaulted his flesh rod, with him not doing anything to stop them as he drank in the pleasure of the pilot’s attention. His inhibitions capitulated in the face of his monster hog being played with by someone who’d been itching to do so for some time now.

Drunk on lust, he let the other man have his way with his expanding form, leaning back on his large grabbers for support as sheer bliss assailed his nerves. A steady supply of preseed drooled from the head of his obscene obelisk of a dick, each flex of his pelvis belching forth another glob, launching them across the room to splatter unceremoniously on the floor. The magic coursing through him had been waiting patiently for a time like this to occur.

But then his focus switched as he felt the other man scramble to another part of him, finding purchase on one of his fat nipples. He couldn’t stifle the gasp that forced itself from his mouth as the sensation of teeth grazing the nub rocketed through him at light speed. That was when his arms began to buckle, the rush of excitement reducing limbs like meaty, bulging concrete to jelly. There was something he’d heard once – size doesn’t mean everything. He felt that here. In spite of him being far and away the biggest sentient creature in Bandle City, and fighting for that title in the rest of Runeterra, he was at the mercy of his horny client. Corki was insatiable in pleasuring Theo, which he relished as the energy pulsing in his soul provided more and more yordle beef to make love to.

But being inundated with all that rapturous delight hit him hard regardless of his imposing size. He went from leaning on his hand to his elbows, cracking the cement foundation in the process of losing his composure, to slipping onto his hilly back that couldn’t fully lie flat thanks to the unstoppable onslaught of muscle preventing his spine from contacting the floor. His sudden shift into lying supine came with a loud groan that he couldn’t stop, the other yordle now face-first in his pecs with his monolithic shaft looming overhead, the magic throbbing it ever larger with each beat of his heart. A pang of surprise all but smacked him in the face as he only just realized that more than a quarter of the space in the warehouse belonged to him.

But his heart asked for more, and not necessarily from him. It took a second to fish out the pilot from his burgeoning bulk, the other yordle soaked with sweat and precum, and absolutely reeking of his heady musk. Bringing him closer allowed Theo to breathe in his scent, his olfactory nerve tingling from the pungent aroma filling his nostrils. Needs arose inside him; the need to fuck thumped rhythmically through his body like a forceful throb, but it was superseded by the need for companionship. What good was all this size and power if he didn’t have anyone to share it with?

“Corki,” he huffed, “I need you.” While rough, his fingers were delicate in handling the other yordle. “I need you to be big.”

Corki squirmed in his grasp. “I… I can’t do that!”

“But I can,” Theo confidently insisted. His libido guided his actions, pulling the smaller man closer and closer to his muzzle until the two locked lips once again, only this time the purpose was for more than just showing affection. With the Ascended power activated he could transfer it however he pleased, with the only necessary requirement being a physical connection with someone else.

A kiss sufficed.

The redirection of magic in his body caused his passion for the other man to rumble in his chest, his mind awash with what he envisioned his partner looking like when he was done. Something stocky for sure, built to withstand the might of even the strongest of outside forces, capable of terraforming the land should he want to. Something like… him, only with the gut; his mind couldn’t seem to part with it.

And his desires were already set in motion. What should’ve been a yordle who fit in his hands was now anything but, his fingers unable to contain the swelling stud shoving his palms away. Already his fingers picked up the telltale signs of beef piling on the other man’s frame as what softened features his client had had turned rigid with muscle mass that wasn’t there a mere moment ago. He was doing everything in his power to not bust a nut then and there.

Louder and louder grunting came from Corki as his expansion picked up in pace, taking up more real estate than he ever had before. Theo held the pilot by the rear, his digits kneading into those blimping mounds as he shifted more and more power into its temporary vessel, the weight of the other yordle becoming apparent. Experiencing such a rapid ascension vicariously through another person was a thrill he never got to enjoy before.

Thicker his partner grew, shoulders broadening like his did as he stuffed as much energy as he could into the willing yordle, and then stuffed some more. Untold amounts of musculature filled out the other man’s frame that he then got to explore for himself. The growth was exhilarating, his titanic tool rock-fucking-solid from the weight being pressed down on it. He couldn’t wait for the action they’d have when all was said and done.

While he wasn’t actively thinking about it, he was pleasantly surprised that Corki’s gut had stayed, though not without a massive change. The belly fat from such a sedentary lifestyle hadn’t fully melted away, instead layering itself over a tortoise shell of a dome that the pilot now sported, his abs so packed with heft that they had no choice but to pooch outward just so he could keep growing unabated. Not that it was a bad thing, of course, as it gave him a powerful visage that Theo couldn’t get enough of.

Corki grew so much that his rump eventually found itself shoved against the towering length of yordle dick, the copious amounts of pre spilling from the tip slathering his cheeks up as Theo continued to fondle them. He couldn’t believe how fast the magic was spreading through his partner. It was one thing that his body was still spreading across the floor, but to have Corki keep pace? It was easily the hottest thing he could think of.

There was one idea he had, however. He didn’t even have to look at his cock to know it was a monstrous leviathan capable of boring its way through rock without difficulty; he could feel its immense power as it loomed over everything else in the warehouse. And it had his mind abuzz with ways in which he could properly let the other yordle experience it in full, with one in particular standing out the most.

His hands were the sole witness to his plan coming to fruition as his eyes struggled to stay open from the overwhelming euphoric bliss pummeling the pleasure centre of his brain, not that he could see past tons of beefy yordle anyway. Extra concentration rewarded his fingers with the sensation of those glutes ballooning faster than they just were, muscle appearing as if coming out of thin air compared to his upper body. That led to more of his massive manhood being smothered by the swelling bubble butt. Though what good would a hypermuscled rear end be if it wasn’t supported by a set of mammothian legs?

He could tell the other man wasn’t used to having quads that size as he felt his passenger squirm in order to shift into a more comfortable position thanks to the space between those legs evaporating in an instant. That got him to remember his first time in that situation. But it felt so right in his hands, each caress painting a picture of what the other man looked like in his head, his pole throbbing wildly at the mental image.

The constant expansion really took its toll on the space left for them to grow, which worked for him as his libido itched to drive that pillar into the bottom-heavy pilot. Involuntarily his hips bucked, wordlessly indicating his desires to a partner that understood them fully. Those mounds of impossibly dense bulk he grew – the ones that could flatten any building in Bandle City and leave behind nothing but a crater – rose along his shaft, using the rivers of precum he gave off to slide upward to meet the head of his monumental prick.

Slowly he worked it in, all the natural lubricant he produced making the job easier than expected. The opportunity to plunge his crotch cannon into someone’s anal cavity never presented itself before, which had him reveling in the sensation of how tight the other yordle was in spite of specifically making that part of his body more compatible. He couldn’t stop the moan in his throat from escaping.

“Oh, Foxtrot!” Corki followed his lead, gripping the carpet of blue fur in front of him.

Theo’s focus remained securely on stretching out his partner as much as he could while inflicting the least amount of pain possible. Slick with his preseed, the other man’s inner walls pulled his member in farther, the resistance on his sensitive flesh causing more lube to shoot from the tip. That helped a great deal with drilling into the pilot’s snug rear entrance, especially when his entire length had nearly disappeared up the other yordle’s chute.

Both of them let out bellows of lust as Corki took Theo to hilt, the pair of yordhemoths tense from libidinous craving as well as the constant stream of growth magic affecting them. The room ran thick with the stench of masculine sex and musk.

Theo’s hands worked by themselves as he gripped the other man’s swollen ass cheeks and helped glide the pilot up his shaft, eliciting a groan of delight as his fleshy obelisk was worked over. His pelvis thrusted as Corki neared the top, shoving that tremendous tool back inside, though with less force needed than before as his partner’s hole had loosened up quite a bit.

And all the while he had penetrated deep inside the pilot, the magic never stopped flowing. The two of them were veritable titans, bigger than any yordle in existence, hell, even bigger than any human too, with no signs of their expansion slowing down. Their rate of growth slipped from steady to exponential, the ceiling getting closer by the second.

Neither of them cared.

Inundated with heft on all fronts, Theo pistoned his turgid rod in and out of the other yordle’s hungry hole, his nose being brushed by the forest of chest fluff peeking out of his pec valley, the exhilarating scent of his musk driving him wild. His hips bucked with reckless abandon. Not that he’d want to look away from the handsome colossus impaled on his cock, but his head was all but locked in place given how his traps now tickled his ears. The Ascended magic made it feel far more natural than it had any right to be.

Just about the only thing he could see that made the behemoth bouncing on his lap resemble Corki was the mustache that flailed in the air with every thrust. The rest made him unrecognizable, with even the gut rounded out not by flab but by thickly-cut muscle harder than diamond. Steel beams could get caught between those white-furred pectorals and come out as discs as thin as a hair. The thought alone fanned the flames of arousal something fierce.

Indeed, the two of them were likely capable of some impossible feats of strength. He wondered how mountains would hold up against the two of them. Alright, they might still be quite a ways away from being able to even joke about that, but the thought sprung up in his head regardless, and boy did it excite him.

Every hump into the other yordle’s overmuscled rear slapped his fattened orbs against those incomparable mounds of beef, sending shockwaves of pleasure racing through his nervous system that only fueled his desire to cum that much further. Oh, how he wanted to shoot his load badly!

His testosterone factories audibly churned with fresh ballbatter, veins along them throbbing at the chance to release it all. The other man’s orbs were much in the same way, crashing into his solid wall of abdominals while roiling with need, waiting for the pressure to build. He was almost certain he’d blow first.

But reality had other plans. “Theo,” Corki huffed, his face practically buried in his chest, “I c-can’t hold it…”

Before Theo even had a chance to react, a blast of white-hot yordle cum shot him in the face with the force of a geyser, momentarily stunning him as he tried to process what just happened. That was followed by rope after sticky rope of jizz coating both him and the floor, painting everything in a pearlescent white that pooled around his head, the smell devastatingly potent. His eyes fluttered as his pelvis slowed, his hands gripping the other man’s ass for one final push that broke his floodgates wide open.

Spunk rushed up his cumpipe to rocket right inside Corki’s guts, the seal around the base of his shaft not letting any of the untold litres of jism he pumped out of his cum tanks to escape, forcing it deep into the pilot’s innards. His chest flexed hard as a result, burying his face between the fluffy planetoids he called pecs. So much of his own delicious scent imprinted on his brain that he didn’t have any means of controlling the flow of his volcano of a cock, not that he wanted to.

With his eyes screwed shut he couldn’t see the result of what all the cum he jettisoned out was doing to the other yordhemoth, but he could tell right away when Corki laid on top of him, abgut slowly bloating out the more he flooded the other man’s insides. His balls felt like they contained lakes-worth of spunk in each, the flow seemingly never-ending as the pressure that had built up inside him gradually dwindled. He pumped what he could into the pilot as he wrapped his gargantuan arms around the other yordle’s absolutely mountainous back.

What felt like an eternity had passed before the two of them had finished blowing their loads. Their lungs craved air after so much exertion, but neither cared that it was all saturated by the aroma of yordle sex and musk. In fact, they rather preferred it as, even though the pair of them were spent far more than any other time in their lives, the smell still kept their arousal high enough to embrace once more.

Tongues danced with one another like they were choreographed. Passion hadn’t died down with their shared orgasm, instead redoubling as they felt closer than they ever had been. The blood keeping Theo’s cock hard steadily rushed back into his body, letting him pull the meatlog free with a cascade of cum following, forming a bit of a waterfall as it splashed all over his pelvis and the floor below.

Their hands traversed the landmasses their bodies turned into, fingers getting lost in the nooks and crannies where different muscles met. It felt unreal to grope something that immensely muscular; nothing else even came close to their magnitude of bulk. Every errant touch caused undulation in the other person, deltoids the size of tractor tires rolling as electric bliss shot through them both. The stimulation got Theo giggling.

“Oh man, that was the fuck of a lifetime!” Theo gave the other yordle a tender kiss on the forehead before planting one on Corki’s lips. His expression then took on a tinge of concern. “How was that for you? Was that too much?”

“Honestly? I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun!”

That slowed Theo’s heart rate a tad. “You’re not hurt or anything?”

“Far from it! I mean,” Corki gave a tentative poke of his chest, the solid muscle not conforming to the pressure of his finger, “the whole thing kinda felt like a dream in a way, but one that I wanna have again!”

“Glad to hear it.” It seemed to Theo like the deal was stronger than ever, much to his delight. He then gestured to his own overstuffed pectorals. “This is why I need the coffee, for the record. You saw how I lost control when I stopped focusing on keeping myself small, right? If my concentration disintegrates, there’s no telling what Bandle City would look like when finally I realize what’s going on. I’ve never let that happen to me before, but there’s always a non-zero chance that it could happen, and I’d like to avoid that as much as possible.”

“Well,” Corki nestled his chin between the slabs of beef on Theo’s chest, “can’t you get other people to help you? I mean, ya made me huge. Can’t you just offload all that size onto other people?”

The thought rolled around in Theo’s mind. “I mean, I probably could, but there’s no guarantee that’s ultimately gonna solve the problem. Who knows how much power is actually trapped inside me! I couldn’t tell you if there’s enough yordles out there to act as size receptacles.”

“I see…” Corki mused, his breathing finally growing steady. It was then that he slid his hand along one of his arms, slightly pushing himself upwards to make eye contact. “Hey, this wears off, right?”

“Oh yeah, you’ll shrink back down eventually.”

“How long is ‘eventually?’”

There wasn’t a satisfying answer Theo could give. For him it didn’t matter; he wasn’t fazed by the amount of time it took to reverse the changes, but he could understand why it might be alarming to someone that’s never experienced this before. Still, there was only one answer he could offer.

“Eventually.”