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****DISCLAIMER: This story is for adults only (18+ years) and contains sexual descriptions of male/male interaction, rule 34, muscles, hyperphallia, inflation, growth, musk, hirsute, yordles, etc. I will not be held accountable for any discontent this may cause. Please do not comment about the subject matter if it is not to your liking.*****

A Little Too Cavalier

Piltover was fun. Bobert often got in trouble for meddling in hextech crafts that he shouldn't be, but not very many seemed to pay attention to their belongings. Being so close to Zaun should've taught them otherwise, but the otter made a living off it. Buying things from Zaun to upsell them in Piltover and vice versa was his goal. It was easy to steal, too. Being a high-caliber rogue was easy to pull off in a city-state like this, he just had to be wary of the very frightening chem-barons and that lady with the weird sword legs. Those in power were off limits.

Luckily, the otter had a friend in Piltover that he often stayed with. Strangely, however, he was a yordle who lived in the Noble areas. He would say that the yordle was a Noble, himself, but Sen hated being called that. He, too, worked in the two cities and often assisted both city-states when he could. Bobert would often come back with strange hextech gadgets, and if he ever got into trouble, the yordle backed him up.

Sen talked about another yordle nearby. While there were a few in Piltover, there was one that lived quite a distance from their home, near the mountains of Noxus. He was a warrior as fearless as he was ornery, but he was bigger than many yordles. Sen was special, of course, being able to activate his rage gene, which he thoroughly explained often. He wondered if Kled had activated his own rage gene recently. The yordle had to deliver some special "mushroom juice" to the older male, but he also had a conference to teach in Piltover the same night.

"Do you think you could deliver it for me? You can tell him I'll give him twice as much next time, and I've thrown something extra in with this batch," Sen explained, scratching through his cyan-dyed hair.

"Yeah, sure. It'll probably take a while, though," Bobert murmured with a raised eyebrow.

"Nah, you can take one of my Cog Travelers," Sen murmured with a grin.

"One of," the otter repeated, seemingly mocking.

"Yeah, I have thr-oh..." Sen faultered a bit, "sorry."

Bobert snickered and patted the yordle's back.

"I'm kiddiiiing, calm down," the otter murmured, adjusting his hood. "I'll do it. What was his name? Kled?"

"Yeah... yeah, he's kinda crazy," Sen murmured.

"Wait, you're sending me off to a crazy yordle?" Bobert asked, raising an eyebrow.

"He's fine, he's just... old. And grumpy a lot of the time. And he hates trespassers."

"Sounds like I'm going to have a great time."

"Just shout really loud when you're nearing his land. You should see a lot of... signs. Shout that you've got his juice. ...Before you get too far in."

"Is he going to try to kill me or something?"

"No! No, he wouldn't if you tell him I sent you..."

Bobert's jaw slacked a bit.

"Are you sure?" the otter asked.

"Yes! I promise. Just shout that you've got his juice and that you're there in my stead," the yordle explained, smiling sheepishly. "And... uh... make friends with Skaarl if you can. I put something in the crate for her."

"Skaarl?" Bobert asked.

"Yeah, his drakalops."

"What the hell is a drakalops?"

"Oh, uh... they're lizards. Big lizards. Pretty much supernatural. Immortal, too. I have no idea how Kled got her, but they're best friends. She's really cowardly, though. If she likes you, Kled will like you."

Bobert gave a huff and rubbed his brown hair through his hood, looking down at the tan-furred male before he adjusted once more.

"Fine... I better get something out of this," Bobert grunted.

"Oh please, I wouldn't make you do this without payment," the yordle murmured, pulling a rather hefty pouch from his table, tossing it to the otter.

Bobert looked into it and then saw the amount of gold, blinking and looking back at the yordle.

"This seems like way too much," he murmured.

"Not at all! Please, take it," Sen replied with a big grin.

"Alright... well, I'll get ready to head out then," Bobert stated.

"Thanks, Bobert. I'll make it up to you if that's not enough. The Cog Travelers are out back," the yordle murmured and grinned. Sen gave him the directions and soon walked to his study to gather his papers for his lecture.

Bobert gave a sigh and rubbed his head once more, soon settling the gold away in his cloak before walking over to the crate of multiple beakers of a brown liquid as well as a few packets of something between the glassware. It was in a secure crate of high quality, and thankfully, wasn't very heavy. He carried it to the vehicle and settled it into the compartment behind the chair, soon settling into it as he tapped a few of the buttons.

The large wheel whirred to life. Bobert lowered his goggles as the huge cog was lowered to the ground and was released from the electric grasp. As soon as it hit the ground, the cog rotated around him, advancing slowly at first. It was like a giant wheel with the otter at the center, moving forward and steadily gaining momentum. Bobert steered it around, soon taking off at a rather high speed toward the city entrance and then out to the mountains.

*****

It didn't take as long as he thought, approaching the area that Sen told him about. As the otter neared, he peered through his goggles at the... ten signs he was approaching.

"Oh my god," Bobert murmured to himself as he slowed the cog down, releasing the stands that held it up, and slowly brought himself to one of the signs.

Before him was a field of different signs in all directions, all with the same, scribbled messages.

"GET OFF MY LAND"

"TRESSPASSERS WILL BE KILLED"

"TRESSPASSERS BEWARE"

"DEATH AWAITS"

The otter noticed a skull on top each one of them, and upon further inspection, each one was made of bones. The bones were stained with red, but were also dirty from the loose dirt and wind. The messages seemed to be scrawled with blood. Taking a heavy swallow, Bobert walked back to the Cog Traveler and took the case out. He could leave--no one would know.

"Sen would never speak to you again," Bobert murmured to himself as he dragged the case out of the storage compartment.

"What am I doing out here," he grumbled as he stepped forward toward the first few signs.

With a heavy sigh, he looked up toward the hills that undoubtedly were home to the crazy yordle Sen had told him about.

"Uh... hm..." he murmured, not having thought of how to deliver his message.

"Kled! I've got your juice! I come in Sen's stead!" Bobert shouted past the first signs.

The otter paused for a few moments, waiting for some sort of response. He looked up toward the large, raised portions of the earth and tapped his foot somewhat.

There was only the sound of the weak breeze.

Bobert took a few steps forward and walked past the first layer of signs.

"Kled! Sen sent me with your juice!" he yelled again.

Thinning his eyes, he could see a head peeking over the hill. It was angular and didn't seem yordle-like, but it slowly moved forward. The figure darted behind each sign as it neared him, causing Bobert to take a step back for a moment.

"Kled?" Bobert asked.

The figure stopped for a moment, peeking over the sign. Bobert could see bright, yellow eyes staring at him while he rubbed his head in confusion. It moved closer and the otter could finally see scales of black with hints of gold, shining like metal. It was the lizard that Sen had told him about, but she looked a lot more confused than he did. Her wide face gave her a somewhat comical look.

"Skaarl...?" the otter corrected himself.

The wide-headed lizard perked her head while her cheek fins spread as she was called out. She slowly moved forward again, slowly moving from behind the sign and edging toward Bobert, very cautiously. She sniffed toward him, tilting her head left, then right, and then sniffed at the crate.

"Oh... Sen asked me to come out here. You know Sen? Hair like this?" Bobert lifted his paw to his head, lifting it and motioning it standing up.

Skaarl seemed to nod a bit and sat himself in front of the otter, tongue lolling from her wide mouth as if expecting something. Her tail was flicking behind like a dog.

"Oh! Oh, yeah. He said he had something for you," Bobert murmured, setting the crate down on the ground and moved the large containers a bit. Soon, he saw a large, blue bone-shaped item, reaching into it and pulling it out. A squeeze caused it to squeak. It was a squeak toy.

The raptor-like lizard jumped up and bounced.

"Greefrglarrg!" she barked, moving closer to Bobert and nudging her head against him. It was apparently all the proof she needed.

Bobert chuckled, bringing a paw along Skaarl's head before giving her the large chew toy, to which she bounced around and squeaked it excitedly. He rubbed her head a bit more, watching her chew at it, though the enjoyment was cut short. He suddenly felt a massive paw around his neck, jerking him back and slamming him on the soft dirt. Despite the cushioned floor, the wind got knocked out of him.

"Who th' HELL are YOU!?" a deep, booming voice came from above while the sun was blocked by a rather massive form.

Skaarl gave a squeak, dropping her bone and running toward one of the signs, trying to shimmy her large form behind it.

Bobert gave a wheeze, trying to take in a gasp while he stared up at the powerful form.

"A nobody, eh!? Y'all's a trespasser! Why ya touchin' mah lizard!? Come t' try'n steal 'er!?" the voice boomed again.

"S-Sen. Sen! Sen sent me!" Bobert gasped, gripping into the dirt as he stared up at the silhouette, trying to regain his composure after being pinned by a giant paw.

"Sen? Where is'e? What'd ya do with mah boy!?" the voice was almost shrill despite its deepness.

"N-Nothing! He couldn't come today! He asked me to deliver your juice in his stead!" Bobert yelled back.

There was a pause as the huge figure seemed to mull over the sentence in his mind. His head turned, seeing the crate in the dirt and the chew toy that he had brought. He reached down, taking one of the big beakers from the crate and looked it over and set it back down. The massive paw lifted from the otter's neck, slowly lifting him up and back onto his feet.

"Well why didn'cha say so in the first place!? Any friend a' Sen's a friend a' mine!" the voice was immediately more jovial.

Bobert swayed in place, holding his head a bit while he coughed and dusting off his cloak with his other paw. He wiped the sweat away as he shielded the sun from his eyes to look at the massive figure before him.

White fur bristled in the light, shiny and glinting with a bit of sweat. Kled was gigantic. His muscles rippled with the slightest movements, making the leathery armor creak as he stood there. Those arms were pushed apart by their sheer size, looking like trees connected to a bigger tree. The beard rested between the two pectoral muscles that pressed against his chin while the big, toothy grin sat above it. The yordle was gargantuan and he stood tall--he even had a commanding presence.

The otter's eyes continued to wander, seeing that one golden eye. The other was gone, replaced with glass, it seemed--he couldn't tell. There was a scar all the way down to his lips. A shudder escaped him while he continued to look over that front, seeing the powerful, rippling waist beneath the hide of the armor, and then downward further. That was a gigantic bulge, there. It pushed out between the tremendous thighs, having quite a bit of heft, considering it strained the brown pants beneath.

"Y-yeah, my bad," Bobert grunted, coughing once more as he regained his composure, "he said he was sorry that he couldn't make it today. He's going to give you more next time to make up for it."

"D'aw, he's a good boy. He doesn't have ta do that, but I ain't gonna say no t' more a' this!" Kled rumbled, reaching down and hefting the crate beneath his powerful arm. It almost completely hid it.

"W-well, I'll be off now, sorry to have bothered you," Bobert murmured, staring at the powerful muscles in front of him before turning.

"Hang on, hang on! Y'all must be tired after the trip. At least lemme make y'all some tea or somethin'," Kled rumbled, grinning bigger.

"I don't want to be any trouble," Bobert murmured.

"...Are ya gonna be trouble?" Kled asked, suddenly frowning as he thinned his eye.

"No! No, I'm not," the otter said quickly.

"Well, there ya go! Let's git some," Kled belted out, turning and marching off, heavy foot falls displacing the soft dirt as he walked forward.

Skaarl squawked and got up, trotting over to Bobert and slurping his face before going back to her new chew toy, picking it up and following behind Kled.

The otter let out a "blegh" and wiped his face from the sticky liquid, grunting out. He gave a sigh and followed the gigantic male and his pet, watching the massive figure bulging out every which way. He wiped his sweat on his cloak and followed.

"Sen, what'd you get me into," Bobert grunted as he walked up the hill.

As he made it to the peak, he looked down and almost fell backward at the sight of the green valley. It was like an oasis in the middle of a desert, compared to the wasteland around. There was a lake in the middle and a large cabin on the side, along with a luscious garden on the other side. There seemed to be an orchard as well. There was no wonder that Kled wanted to keep this place private--it was beautiful.

The otter followed a bit more close to the huge yordle, giving a chuckle as Skaarl nudged her head against him and lapped his face again. He pressed against her neck and huffed, wiping the saliva off again while he walked with the two, though gave a loud "oof" whenever he ran into the broad backside of the massive man--he could've sworn he felt his wide butt wobble from the impact.

"Sorry! Rrgh, I wasn't watching where I was going. This place is beautiful," Bobert murmured.

"About that, you best not be tellin' NOBODY 'bout this place, ya hear? I'll know. Friend a' Sen er not, if ya tell anyone, I'll find ya," Kled warned, glaring down at the otter with his good eye.

Bobert blinked at the sudden change in mood, swiveling his round ears and nodding quickly.

"O-of course! I wouldn't! I would never, Sen can vouch for me," the otter nearly squeaked.

Kled gave a snort and raised an eyebrow before he nodded, adjusting his large hat while he walked forward again.

This was going to be a rollercoaster of emotion.

*****

Surprisingly, despite Kled's redneck-like personality, Bobert noticed that everything was well-kept and maintained. The grass seemed pruned and the garden was lusher than any he had seen before. The lake was a sparkling blue and there seemed to be a few pieces of fishing equipment near the dock. Entering the cabin, the otter blinked and grunted, hit with a waft of masculine scent along with a strange sandalwood and cinnamon mixture.

Kled obviously took care of himself, too, but he couldn't mask the sheer masculinity that he sported. It was almost dazing, but he slowly sidled to the large couch in front of the big fireplace. Most of the items in the house seemed hand-made, aside from a few things that were from obviously from the city. Perhaps it was Sen's hand, but Kled may have had other contacts.

"How ya like it?" Kled asked from the makeshift kitchen in the corner.

"It's beautiful... I've never seen anything like this place," Bobert murmured, looking to the huge yordle that barely fit in the cabin at all.

"Not that, I know that. Yer tea, ya loon," Kled grunted with a gruff chuckle.

How ironic, Bobert thought to himself.

"Oh, a bit of milk and two sugars," Bobert murmured, looking up and at the huge form once more.

Kled put the water onto the stove and let the heat get to it. In the meantime, he lumbered his massive body toward the sofa and sat beside the otter, causing the smaller form to practically catapult into his broad, covered side.

"O-oh shit, sorry," Bobert gasped, pressing against that thigh while trying to press out of the deep dent Kled made in the couch.

"'s alright, nothin' wrong with some close contact," Kled rumbled, bringing his gigantic arm around the otter and pulling him in close.

The huge limb engulfed Bobert easily, pressing him near that deep pit beneath the gigantic arm. The bicep pressed against his cheek, feeling the heat from the broad body while he was held against the man. While most of Kled was covered, Bobert could see both fur and hair bristling along those arms and fingers and the scent was even stronger. Obviously, the great yordle had been outside working for a while and hadn't had a chance to bathe.

"Y-yeah... yeah, heh... nothing wrong... with that," Bobert murmured, almost wheezing from the heat surrounding his face. There was no way he could hide the sudden surge at his groin, bulging and causing his pants to creak, making itself more obvious.

"Oho, ya have the same reaction as Sen," Kled rumbled, bringing the smaller male's form up and along his tree-sized thigh, pressing him near the fat junk that the yordle had between his own thighs.

Bobert's face was steaming now, as red as a beet. His breathing picked up while he was held close, clearing his throat and pulling his head up while he looked up at Kled. To his surprise, there was a soft, almost fatherly look on his bearded, white face. His smile was softer and his eye was glinting in the dim light that was in the cabin.

"There, 's better," he rumbled, trailing one of his big paws against Bobert's chest, soon tugging his hood down to trail his thick fingers through the brown hair, "now tell papa Kled about yerself."

If steam could be erupting from his ears, it would. Bobert slowly brought his paw against the massive arm that held him, squeezing into the powerful muscle, squeezing it lightly while his pants strained further.

"W-well... I'm from Piltover... I'm in the business of stea-err... trading. I help Sen sometimes with his work," Bobert explained, trying to keep his head on straight.

"Ah, city boy too, huh? I been there once. Too flashy fer me," Kled murmured while he trailed his thick fingers through the otter's hair a bit more.

"Haha... yeah, I get that," Bobert murmured, feeling oddly comfortable with the huge man engulfing him in muscle. He took in the scent of the huge male, slowly bringing his muzzle a bit closer to the gigantic pectorals that were surprisingly able to be covered. He trailed his paw against it, feeling it squish only slightly beneath his squeeze, pushing his paw deeper into it.

"What's mah boy doin' again? Teachin'?" Kled asked with a slight scratch to his thick, white beard, causing his chest to bounce and ripple with the slightest movement.

"Yeah... one of the colleges asked him to present some stuff on his hextech craft," Bobert murmured.

"He's a smart feller, that's fer sure," Kled's deep voice vibrated against the otter, leaving him to shudder.

Bobert nodded a bit and continued to press his paw into the massive mound, squeezing into it and then rolling it slowly, seeming absorbed in the movements. A snort and snicker brought him out of his daze, looking up at the grinning yordle beast.

"Ya like 'em?" Kled asked, slowly bringing himself to turn slightly, drawing Bobert more thoroughly onto his huge junk. It indented as the otter sank into it, feeling it bulging and fattening a bit bigger.

"Y-yeah... sorry, I don't... it's not often I see guys this big," Bobert stammered.

"Pfft, me and Sen fool aroun' all the time. Don't he with you? I smell 'im on ya," Kled rumbled, leaning forward to the point that his wide pectorals were pushing him down.

"W-wh-what? What? Fool around?" Bobert gasped, leaning back as Kled once again towered over him, but it was less threatening and more... exciting.

"Yeah! Ya know, whip our cocks out. Fuck each other," the yordle rumbled.

Bobert's sweat was apparent now, causing his own scent to rise as his pants ripped below, his cock bulging his undergarments with its thickness and hardness.

"Oh God," Bobert squeaked.

"Ya got a big dick too, boy. Sen gotta make his grow with his weird tech to get this big," Kled murmured, seeming impressed as he reached his big paw down, squeezing into the hardening flesh of the otter below.

"Y-yeah..." Bobert murmured, completely overwhelmed by the sudden shift in the mood. Definitely a rollercoaster.

"You don't wanna?" Kled asked with a tilt of his head.

"Yes! Yes, oh God, I wanna," Bobert grunted, gripping into the massive pecs above him.

"Good, get yer-" Kled grunted with a smirk, though flicked one of his big ears toward the whistling teapot, giving a huff, "well, one sec. Gotta make sure mah place doesn't burn down."

The tremendous weight of the giant yordle lifted from his form and Bobert gave a shaky huff. His underwear was damp already and he likely would have erupted if Kled had continued before he was ready. Sitting up once more, he looked at his ripped pants and grunted, adjusting himself while he tried to calm down, looking up and watching the huge male turning the stove down. It wasn't long before he turned, exposing quite a grown bulge moving down one of those pants legs.

*** "There, water's as steamy as we are at th' moment," Kled rumbled with a heavy guffaw, amused by his own comparison.

Bobert gave a sheepish grin as he slowly sat up, his cock dribbling in his underwear with precum while he tried to stifle it a bit, shoving against to get it back into his ripped pants.

"Don't need ta hide it boy, it's awright. If yer anythin' like Sen, he gets really hard when he sees meh, heheh," Kled rumbled, soon sitting back down in his spot, causing Bobert to tumble back into the dent of the cushion.

"Y-yeah... he gets me hot too," Bobert murmured, reaching down and trailing his fingers along the huge thigh that was now pressing against his own legs. He squeezed into the powerful muscle, now a bit more comfortable in exploring the body that the massive yordle had obtained. He felt it tense against his paw, the covered quads causing the brown pants to strain around the muscle.

"I bet! 'e gives me a run for mah money sometimes. Makes a loud squeal when I fuck 'im though," Kled rumbled, placing the tea leaves in his large teacup.

Bobert's face reddened once again, though he continued to squeeze along that huge thigh while it bulked a bit bigger, seeming to swell slightly from the stimulation. He reached along the broad leg, stroking along the gigantic bulge that was throbbing in that pants leg, hearing the big yordle's deep grunt at the squeeze. The otter was lifted with a slight arch from that powerful waist, hearing an intake of air above.

"Feels good, boy... what kinda tea ya want?" Kled asked after finishing his own.

Bobert gave a hum as he brought himself along the huge thigh and knee, looking down at the options before picking up one of the packets of tea leaves.

"Good choice, 's one of my fav'rites," Kled rumbled with a grin, dabbing the teabag into his own cup.

"Yeah, you must get it from Piltover," Bobert replied with a grin, soon pouring the milk and plopping the sugar into it. After he had stirred it with the small spoon provided, he sidled back up and leaned into the powerful side, feeling that huge arm grip around him once more. He sank into the powerful lat muscle, feeling it bulging against him as he nearly sank into the pit once more. The scent was powerful and it took him a bit of self-control not to simply dive his face into it.

"My my, I seem to be really getting' to ya, boy. Enjoyin' yerself?" Kled asked with a sip to his tea, other arm flexing and causing Bobert's face to sink against the side of his pec, soon shoved into the deep crevice of that pit.

Bobert gave a whine and squirmed while he was pressed into that deep, muscled pit that radiated the heat and masculinity two fold from earlier, causing him to nearly drop his teacup while his undergarments ripped from his straining cock. It smacked against that huge thigh, leaving it to dribble while he swiveled his ears.

"O-oh God... sorry..." Bobert gasped, soon pulling his head from beneath the gigantic arm, making the bicep wobble a bit.

"Nothin' ta be sorry about, m' boy. I'm instigatin'," Kled chuckled deeply. "In fact..."

The huge yordle gave a deep grunt, legs giving a few more flexing tenses while he focused. His grunting turned into a beastial growl before there were rips sounding out from his waist and legs. The brown pants strained, but soon slowly ripped down the seam to expose that luscious, white fur while those quads bursted out. The gigantic muscles pushed out, pushing through those pants while his own cock smacked out against his thigh. It was dribbling as well.

"There we are, now we're both exposed a bit," Kled laughed.

Bobert gasped and panted, trailing his fingers through the hairy, furry leg, squeezing the massive muscular thigh that was now rippling more visibly before him. It was as if the clothes were keeping back its size, becoming even more tremendous after ripping away. The otter reached his paw to the gigantic, dark cockhead, squeezing into it while he listened to Kled's deep grunt and huff, setting his tea down. Bobert hadn't even touched his yet.

Realizing this, the otter paused in his ministrations and then reached for his tea, taking it up and giving a slight sip, testing its temperature. Afterward, he took a bigger gulp before setting it back down, refocusing on the gigantic spire that steadily pushed forward beneath him. He stroked against it, squeezing and huffing while his own cock dribbled along the floor of the cabin. His face was still red, though he looked up to the white-furred man.

"Er... how did you come to... know Sen?" Bobert asked meekly, almost squeaking from his growing arousal.

"Mmmm... same as you did, I s'pose. He was investingatin' my land, ya see. Tryin' ta make these wastelands bloom again," Kled explained. "I did m' own investigatin'. He was snoopin' where he shouldn'ta been. But I s'pose I wouldn'ta met 'im if he didn't. Skaarl found 'im first, too. He was sooo fascinated. Seemed ta know a bit about drakalops. Never saw one, he said. Apparently there's good herbs around where drakalops roam. Must be the manure 'r somethin'. Anyhow, he took some, but always put some seed back in the earth. He's a good boy."

Bobert listened with his ears perked, staring up at Kled as he told his story. He had finished his cup of tea rather quickly, leaving his attention to squeezing at the gigantic thigh that was pressing up against him. He squeezed the muscle, feeling it wobble with softness without flexing. The hair was rough, but the fur was soft, giving it an interesting contrast with the strength of the muscle beneath.

"Yeah... he's big on conserving green. Loves plants and botany. Not his main subject of study, of course, but herbs make good potions and medicines," Bobert murmured with a grin.

"Yep! He talks about 'em. Wants to help m' valley spread. I don't think I'da gotten this place lookin' like this without his help. I owe 'im a lot," Kled murmured with a scratch to his white beard, though gave a shrug with a grin.

Bobert chuckled a bit and then nodded, watching Kled pull in the last of his drink while he settled close.

"I was kinda hopin' he'd be up fer foolin' around, but y'all seem big enough to take his place today," Kled rumbled, moving toward the couch once more.

"Take his place?" Bobert asked, looking up to the huge male who slowly brought himself onto the sofa once more.

"Yeh, I want y'all to fuck me," Kled rumbled, leaning forward and pressing the gigantic mounds of pec into Bobert's face, reaching down and pulling him forward after placing the teacup back on the table.

"F-fuck you!? You don't... want to fuck me?" Bobert asked, suddenly confused and, once more, muffled by the huge muscle tits of the grown yordle.

"Well I reckon I can, y'all want me t' fuck yuh?" Kled asked while he flexed, tensing his chest and causing the mounds to swell bigger. The flaring and creaking caused his leathery top to strain.

"N-no, I mean, anything you want, sir," Bobert murmured while he brought his paws up, squeezing into the powerful torso, feeling the pectoral muscles swell bigger. He brought his paws to the edges, squeezing the broad caps beneath the leather, rolling the mounds in fascination all the more.

"Good boy. Yer gonna fuck me," Kled rumbled as he grinned, flexing his chest even more, "ya like these things? Sen does too. He likes when I get 'em bigger."

"B-bigger?" Bobert asked.

Sitting up slightly, the huge white-furred male brought his arms forward, sending a tensing strain through his torso. It seemed to multiply his size, spreading out and causing his leather to strain so hard that it began to tear. The leather steadily broke over the bulging muscle while it pumped bigger, the throbs of the heartbeat sounding out as well. It was almost like Sen himself, but the thick chest piece steadily tore down the middle.

Bobert's jaw was slack again, watching that white fur steadily billowing out with the straining top, slowly pushing through. The fur bushed up before those huge mountains broke through, bursting out of the top and causing the otter to gasp as they nearly smacked him in the face. They descended onto him with Kled's incline, nearly engulfing his head while his face was squeezed. He groaned, reaching up and gripping those now-exposed nipples while he tugged and twisted.

"That's a good boy... rrrgh... harder," Kled growled as he tensed his hairy chest.

The huge chest bounced left and right and Bobert could feel the hair meshed with fur. He squeezed as he was told, thrusting his thumb along the center of those nubs and sinking them in. He pinched the edges while those mounds nearly smothered him, feeling the nipples spreading his fingers with steady growth and arousal. He tugged and twisted harder, panting and breathing in the much stronger scent in that crevice.

"Y-you're... so big..." Bobert panted, bringing a paw from a nipple to squeeze into the mound itself, rolling it and feeling the give of the flesh beneath the fur and hair. The tension made it hard again, but he could feel Kled bouncing them now and then. His cock ripped through his underwear, smacking up against the growing junk of the daddy yordle.

"Yeah, I am... and ya like it," Kled growled.

Bobert took a heavy swallow as he looked up at the encroaching figure of mountainous, hairy chest, grunting as they shoved against him while Kled lowered himself. The otter gave a huff and grinded up against those powerful pectoral muscles, feeling the tension of each before the softness followed with relaxation, beneath the hair and fur. He could feel the roughness getting closer, squeezing those nipples a bit tighter while they pressed near him.

The otter could hear Kled's deep breathing, amazed at the rise and fall of the tremendous mounds, feeling the heated breath hear his face. He looked up at the glaring eye of the huge man, though the grin was soft--as soft it could be with those spacious, pointy fangs. He wasn't scared anymore, though; he was nervous about the powerful size and what Kled planned. It was hard to deny that this was a very arousing situation, however.

Kled licked his lips and leaned his head down somewhat, barely able to get over his pecs as he gave a kiss to Bobert's neck, a tender smooch that moved up the otter's jawline. He felt the movement of the otter below, meeting him in the kiss that turned deep. The otter tensed up, but returned it in kind, feeling those hands exploring over his massive chest.

Bobert wasn't sure what to expect from taste, but despite the fangs and gums in between, Kled's mouth was fresh and minty, aside from the slight twinge of tea that they had just drank. The huge man apparently cared about hygiene, thankfully. It provided more excitement and the otter returned it in earnest, gripping those huge pectorals and temporarily leaving those fat flesh caps. He slid his fingers through that thick fur and hair, feeling the coarseness scratch at his fingers.

Saliva trickled against his face while below the monstrous, white-furred male, squeezing into that darker hair peppering the white canvas of muscle and strength. He squeezed and tugged, rolling those huge mounds a bit more despite their heaviness. He squeezed and sank his paws deeper while trailing his tongue into the bigger one, feeling it practically fill his maw while it shoved back into the otter's maw.

Kled growled deeply, sending vibrations through their bodies while he slurped and kissed into his new boy's maw, bringing one of his big hands up to slide along the back of Bobert's head. He pulled him forward, but at the same time, let his other paw drift downward to grip along that waist. He squeezed against the male's rump, pulling that waist upward to where that cock slid against his crevice. With a flexing grunt, the great, white yordle's chest engulfed that fat otter cock.

Bobert gasped into the kiss, gripping into the huge chest while his member was swallowed up, feeling the heated crevice bounce against his length. Precum splattered immediately while he arched, whimpering into Kled's maw while the kiss still went on. His maw was open, trying to taking a breath, but Kled dove right back in. The growls were commanding and he could only arch and whimper further, though parted the kiss once more.

"F-fuck... sir..." Bobert gasped, breathing heavily while he felt that hot breath over his face and neck while that maw nibbled against his neck.

"Call me daddy... or papa. I ain't yer general or nothin'... yer mah boy now, too," Kled rumbled softly.

"Y-ye... yes daddy," Bobert whispered through his gasps, arching into the sudden flex that the huge yordle gave.

Those white pecs, covered with darker hair between a few follicles each, swallowed his fat, dark cock even more. He groaned while they rippled, easily squeezing and practically sucking with their movements, grinding into the hairy crevice while he lifted his head back. Precum splattered through the crevice while he reached up and gripped those massive shoulders, feeling each crevice moving and shifting with the mountains forming them.

"Ya like mah pecs, boy?" Kled rumbled. His voice caused vibrations through his cock now, despite shaking the entire couch.

"Y-yes si-... daddy... yes, I love them..." Bobert practically wheezed, "they're so massive... So fucking huge..."

"Yeah they are... They like big dicks in 'em. Huge ones like yers. Fuck 'em, boy. Fuck 'em like they belong to ya!" Kled barked.

Bobert needed no additional motivation, sending his cock through that crevice as he moaned out. Precum was splattering back down onto him while he reached up, gripping those powerful shoulders that bulged and spread his fingers. He felt the hair there too, coarse and rough among the soft, luscious fur. He squeezed and tried to move his hips, sending the huge length through it.

Kled rumbled deeper, groaning himself while his chest tensed and wobbled somewhat, going in and out of flexing to make it feel like undulation. He panted and licked his lips, stroking through his boy's headfur while he drew his chest back and forth, assisting with the movements. His own cock was digging into the couch, pushing along the otter's rump and along the couch cushions. Precum splattered noisily onto the wooden floor below.

The huge otter cock was splattering more while he groaned; that coarse hair brushed roughly along his cock. He arched and grunted, starting to piston his hips back and forth a bit harder, rolling with the movements of his daddy yordle's torso. Each flex left Bobert whimpering and moaning, pushing harder and growling while he sank his claws along those beefy deltoids. There was firm resistance, unable to even scratch the flesh beneath that fur and hair.

The heavy breathing of the powerful male above him caused him to thrust harder, making a mess of himself and the hairy pecs he was fucking. Bobert thinned his eyes open, seeing the huge maw slowly lowering down and engulfing the head that pushed through the top of those shelf tits. Those lips wrapped around his cockhead, shivering in a bit of nervousness from those sharp fangs lining that maw. None of them were felt, though.

Kled rumbled around the massive length of his boy, looking at him through that one yellow eye while he slurped and sucked sloppily. Precum and saliva dribbled down the shaft while he drank most of it down, drawing his head further down to sink his muzzle into his gigantic pecs. They easily engulfed it, too, while he pressed down. He drew back and forth, sending waves of suction, rumbles, and flexes around it while he snorted his pleasure.

Bobert was squeezing those shoulders harder, soon sliding his arms around that neck as he arched a few sporadic times while heavy, gurgling nuts smacked against the bottom of those mammoth mounds. The otter arched, gasping and howling out as cum erupted along the bottom-side of that cock. It bulged and flooded Kled's maw while it slurped and sucked and while that tongue wriggled and trailed along. Those pecs squeezed and arched, bouncing alternatively as the otter orgasmed.

Kled's cheeks bulged before his throat followed up, rippling with the tremendous amounts of white that was pushing down to his belly. He drank and squeezed, massaging the otter's tensing, flexing cock through his gushes. There was so much that even his chiseled abs were bowing out bit by bit. He gurgled around it as he groaned, stroking over the otter's head and back. He squeezed that rump, giving it a playful smack through that orgasm.

Lasting for minutes, Bobert finally slowed to a dribble, nearly collapsing beneath the powerhouse of a yordle. He was drooling, but a big finger came around and wiped it from his chin. The otter grinned sheepishly, holding against one of those monstrous arms while it tensed against him, breathing heavily while that chest let his cock flop back down onto him. It dribbled a bit over himself, but he slowly sat up a bit, sliding up the arm rest while he pressed a kiss against Kled's lips.

Somewhat surprised by the kiss, Kled returned it, but brought a paw up and pressed Bobert back down into the cushion to take control of the lip-lock. He growled again while that cum meshed between their tongues, though the greedy yordle swallowed it down and slurped the rest of it. He parted it once more, chuckling and wiping his own muzzle with his wrist, slowly sitting back while his cock continuously splashed the floor.

"Mah turn, m' lil' boy," Kled rumbled.

"I-I'm... not a little kid," Bobert grunted, looking to the side.

"Eh? What wassat? Did I hear back talk?" the huge yordle asked with a raised eyebrow.

Bobert heard the tone in the big yordle's voice, signaling a bit of surprise and perhaps a bit of annoyance. The otter huffed and grunted, his face still red as he looked up at the big male's face, though looked down afterward. Those pecs were still in his face, filling his vision with white fur and dark hair while he reached up and squeezed back into the massive mounds.

"N-no, but I'm an adult. 'm not a kid," Bobert murmured.

"You's is back talkin' me! Awright boy, lessee how much of a man you are!" Kled grunted, bringing himself back as his massive cock lifted as well. He turned himself along the couch and leaned forward over the arm rest, looking back over his gigantic back, barely able to see the otter.

"W-what?" the otter asked.

"Git to it, boy! If yer a man, fuck me like a man! Lemme feel yer raw strength gyratin' inta mah posterior!" Kled barked, growling and arching his massive, wide ass toward the otter.

Bobert's eyes widened as he saw the huge, white cheeks and the hair that spread across the mountainous landscape, bringing himself up as he was told. He panted as his cock hardened again, bringing his paws toward the cheeks and squeezed into them. He lifted himself and stared at the hairy masses, seeing the huge balls nestled against the gigantic thighs in front of him. Even that taint was broad and hairy, causing Bobert to shiver in delight.

"Ain't gettin' any younger, lil' boy!" Kled mocked, though he was smirking. He knew Bobert would soon be getting into more than he'd expect.

The otter huffed and shoved his cock against the large, puckered hole of the huge yordle, grunting and adjusting himself to stand a bit. He sank forward into the dark ring, though gave a loud gasp as it suddenly squeezed and practically sucked him in. Bobert let out a yelp as his hips collided with the massive rump, squeezing into the hairy cheeks while his cock was clenched over. His heavy nuts smacked into the bigger ones, pressing heavily together and meshing firmly.

Kled smirked all the more, even snickering a bit while his rump clenched and squeezed a bit more, massaging over the otter's fattened cock. He felt it throbbing, but he easily swallowed it further, licking his lips. The yordle was almost pulling the entirety of the otter's waist between his massive cheeks, massaging over his waist and flexing firmly. He growled and began to press him backward along the couch.

"C'mon, boy! Yer a big ol' man! I ain't feelin' ya back there!" Kled shouted, pressing back a bit more.

Bobert grew flustered, huffing as he tensed his thighs, trying to pull back. The powerful suction was causing him to slip over the moist couch, unable to pull from the huge hole. He panted, precum dribbling once more as he tried to tug back again, but he winced and slipped, falling against the huge cheeks while he heard Kled let out a great guffaw.

"Yer definitely a big ol' man, boy! Can't even fuck one properly!" the yordle taunted, looking back at the red-faced otter.

"Y-you're huge though!" Bobert complained, trying to tug out to thrust back in, but there was no leverage. If Kled didn't want him to leave that rump, he wasn't going to escape.

"Yeah, 'm a real man. And yer my lil' boy, ain'tcha?" Kled sneered, pressing his rump backward until Bobert fell to his back into the cushions. The huge yordle slowly brought himself around, lifting his thigh and settling it onto the cushion below, letting his giant balls slosh against Bobert's belly. His cock was dribbling to the side again while he smirked down at the otter.

"Y-yes..." Bobert murmured weakly.

"Eh? What wassat? Yes whut?" Kled asked, bringing a paw to his ear, cupping it.

"Y-yes... yes daddy..." the otter murmured.

"Say what y' are," Kled grunted.

"I-I'm... your little boy, daddy," Bobert whimpered.

"Tha's a good boy, yer daddy's lil' boy. Jus' like Sen. Though y'all ain't that small, are yeh? Yer daddy's big boys," Kled rumbled.

"Yes daddy..." Bobert groaned, soon huffing as that rump relinquished its grasp on his length. It throbbed, precum dribbling down his length while he looked up at the towering yordle.

"Now it really is mah turn," Kled growled, "y'all better git me a good fuckin', boy."

While the otter would have gladly pushed himself deeper into the great male above him, Kled lifted his hips and slammed downward, letting himself fall back onto it. However, instead of stopping, Bobert watched the huge thighs bulk before him with effort. Lifting the powerful form once more, he watched Kled drop back down to engulf the fat otter dick once more, leaving the smaller male to gasp and moan out.

"Tha's a good boy, howl for daddy!" Kled barked, lifting himself and slamming down once more, fucking himself with the throbbing member of the otter below.

Bobert was unable to move very much beneath the giant cheeks that were practically crushing him each time they slammed down. The cushions were soft enough, thankfully. He arched when Kled lifted back up, but wheezed as he was slammed back into the cushions again. The otter gripped what he could of the gigantic, flaring quads to the sides, squeezing into the muscle beneath the fur and hair. It was apparent that the yordle had burst out of more of his clothes in the meantime.

Kled let out a bellowing groan while he lifted up and down, his huge form tensing and rippling with flexes. Muscularity showed through and his leathery armor and clothes ripped bit by bit as if he were growing out of them. Each tensing movement and breath sent another few tears while his voice dropped lower. Muscles bloated and wobbled, swelling with growth while he drew himself back and forth.

"H-hoooboy... y' got some potent seed, boy!" Kled snarled.

Bobert watched above him, seeing the beastly yordle only bloating thicker, watching the muscles thickening inch by inch. Still pinned, the otter could only watch as the figure thickened above him. That was the thing about his seed, it was as potent as Kled had exclaimed. The otter squeezed against the tremendous thighs that were spreading above him, squeezing the firm, hairy quads that bloated at his sides, breathing in the growing scent that permeated the air even more.

Kled growled and gripped the couch that they were fucking on, lifting himself again and slamming back down, breathing roughly. His tongue slipped out and drooled over his chin and thick beard while more of his clothes popped and ripped. Those gigantic muscle tits continued to break through, torso expanding to push off the remaining garment surrounding him. With a heavy flex and grunt, his torso burst through, revealing the mountains of white fur and dark hair.

"Rrrrgh... this feels good, boy! Y' definitely got some good seed in ya!" Kled groaned; his voice was even deeper if it were possible. It shook the walls even more and the couch and otter beneath him.

Bobert was breathing roughly, having trouble from the gigantic balls practically covering his own torso. They were gurgling audibly, feeling them throbbing and pushing further out against him. He squeezed and kneaded them roughly, bouncing them about and shaking them while he listened to the sloshes and gurgles. He began to bury his face into the hairy sac, feeling them roll over his face with Kled's movements.

Kled snarled out while lifting and falling, getting into a steady rhythm while he looked down with his one good eye at his new otter boy. He smirked all the more, though the pleasure was visible in his face. One could almost see the pink heat beneath that white fur, but more visible was the saliva dripping down his lips. He groaned louder while his thighs flared, pushing each other apart while those balls folded along Bobert's front, cock extending up and slapping precum over the wall.

The huge, white yordle was growling and snarling in bliss, gripping into the cushion of his couch while he lowered a foot down onto the floor. The growth seemed to be continuing, expanding outward while his arms pushed thicker, pecs shoving against his beard and chin. He panted and groaned, claws digging into the wooden floor below while he fucked himself with the otter's cock, only pinning him further in musky muscle, fur, and hair.

"D-doin okay down there... m' lil' boy?" Kled asked with a shaky groan, his cock only splattering harder while his thighs finally broke through his lower garments completely, popping from his body and letting all of the size out. The huge, hairy body practically glowed with the sweat running through the fur, dropping down onto the otter below and soaking the couch even further. The scent was incredibly masculine and natural as much as the rest of him was.

"Y-yeah... yes sir...!" Bobert nearly squeaked. The scent was as natural as his body, strong and earthy with the hints of sandalwood, obviously being what he used for shampoo. Bobert's face was heated and red, almost completely hidden beneath the mountains of white, pumping up against that body and thrusting roughly into that ass while Kled pulled upward. He was slammed back down each time, though. It was a wonder that his pelvis wasn't broken.

The pleasure was steadily growing further and Kled could feel his balls straining and surging while he drew himself up and down. His movements became sporadic while his sweat continued to splash from him with his movements. His cock splattered the walls harder, starting to lift upward toward the ceiling to rain back down onto them.

"Gettin' close, boy... rrgh... 'bout to open th' flood gates," Kled growled while lifting his head, tongue lolling while he squirmed somewhat. His inner muscles were clenching, rippling over the otter's cock as he huffed and moaned, clenching roughly over it. The rippling rump squeezed and tugged on that huge member, causing his middle to bulge out on occasion.

"M-me too, daddy..." Bobert whined, gripping into as much of those thighs as he could, though his paws were slipping from the moisture imbedded in the fur and hair.

It was Bobert who erupted first, snarling out as he arched upward into Kled's body, pumping gallons almost immediately. He gasped and wheezed, arching harder upward before he felt those huge nuts tensing above him, rippling before the bottom-side of that cock bloated upward. The otter gripped into the huge sac, sinking his arms into it as they unleashed their seed.

Kled let a bellowing roar go, erupting from his chest and nearly shattering the windows of the cabin. The cabin shook on its base while the flood began with a geyser hitting the ceiling. There was almost a hole there, but the yordle had reinforced it due to previous excursions. The torrents of white continued, though, splattering back down over them while the boards below were smacked with splatters.

Bobert was already covered with brine and precum, but the extreme wave of white that crashed down onto him nearly coated him completely. He coughed and sputtered, drinking some of it down, but picking his head up so it would slide from his face. He panted, gripping into that gigantic, hairy sac while he humped upward, feeling Kled's inner muscles clenching and rippling, practically sucking the cum from his cock.

The otter thinned his eyes open to see the giant yordle's triumphant roaring, seeing that belly bloating bigger and bigger with his orgasm. Bobert humped upward and squeezed at those balls a bit harder. He felt Kled tensing up while he jerked and thrusted, splattering further and orgasming all over the cabin. Thankfully, there were large cracks and crevices at the floor and much of it drained downward to filter outside.

Their orgasms went on for minutes and Bobert felt Kled's belly pressing that giant yordle cock downward. The otter lifted his arms from that sac and to the huge dick, pumping it heavily and gurgling while more cum rained down onto them. He reached to squeeze at that belly, feeling the powerful abs bowed out with all the semen he had pumped into the huge male.

Bobert was the first to ebb, gushes slowing to spurts, which then turned to trickles. He felt the gushing yordle cock above him continuing to pump and splatter behind him, but eventually, it slowed as well. The otter was panting heavily, holding onto that huge cock for dear life, shivering in excitement and afterglow. The powerful rump slipped slowly from his length, causing Bobert to hiss and groan from the final squeezes.

Kled chuckled deeply through his panting, slowly maneuvering his gigantic powerhouse of a body to slide along the damp couch. He leaned forward, pinning the otter once more with his grown pecs, pinning him a bit more while he let a slight belch go. The vibration moved through them both, but the huge beast lowered his head to kiss against Bobert's chest and neck. The big tongue followed, cleaning the white from his fur.

"Yer always welcome here, boy. I hope ya come t' see yer daddy now 'n then," the white-furred man rumbled, bringing his tree-sized arms downward to engulf Bobert once more. He relaxed against the couch, in the mess they had made. He trailed his large, dangerous claws against Bobert's front while his mammoth muscle tits pressed against the back of that head, almost engulfing them, along with the bloated belly he gained.

"Y-yeah... yeah, of course. That was... more fun than I've ever had before," Bobert murmured, closing his eyes and nestling closer to the mountain of yordle.

"'s a good boy. Maybe both o' you 'n Sen can come and have some fun togeth'r. Think ya can handle two giants?" Kled asked with a gruff chuckle.

The thought made Bobert shiver a bit, squeezing into the hairy bicep his face was pressed against.

"Yeah... I can probably handle it. Might have to do it outside, though," Bobert murmured, looking over the white coating of the interior.

"Y' may be right, boy. Y' may be right," Kled chuckled, settling in the couch while he sighed in delight, holding his newest companion.

*****

It was getting late, but Bobert rolled the Traveler Cog back into its home behind Sen's home. After reattaching it to the anti-theft device, he grinned to himself and looked down at the small gem he was given. He wasn't sure what it was, but Kled mentioned it was one of his prized trophies. It was attached to a small chain, obviously taken off some poor bloke who got on the wrong side.

"You're back pretty late," Sen murmured after opening one of the back doors. He sniffed the air, giving a chuckle afterward, followed by a smirk.

"What? Oh, yeah. Kled seemed to take a liking to me," Bobert murmured, face heating a bit.

"I knew he would. He likes the big boys," Sen replied with a snicker, stroking through his beard.

Bobert gave a huff and rubbed through his brown hair. He had taken a bath at Kled's place, but the masculine scent wasn't exactly easy to get off.

"Yeah... thanks, Sen," Bobert murmured.

"Pfft, you did an errand for me. That was just an added bonus," Sen stated with a wink.

"You knew that would happen?"

"Well, I figured it might. You do have a huge dick. Kled always does it big."

"Yeah, I can tell."

"Anyway, I've got some supper coming up if you wanna hang for a bit. I might have something to help wash the... ah... scent off," Sen explained as he stepped back into the house, closing the door after Bobert followed.

"Nah, I think it's fine for now. I might go visit again... rather soon," Bobert stated, face flushing a bit more.

"Yeah? I suppose it'd be easier for him to identify you with. His sense of smell is as crazy as he is," Sen murmured while he led Bobert to the dining hall.

"Yeah... he mentioned something about you coming too. Have some fun together," Bobert murmured a bit softer.

"Sounds like a plan. We can head back in a few days, I think. Got another load of juice for him," Sen snickered.

Bobert grinned a bit, settling himself at the dining table as he thought about the next visit.