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"Wait, are you sure that's what he said?" Rumble had taken a seat on the couch beside Ziggs. The other yordle was hunched over, elbows resting on his meaty quads while his face was held up by his hands.

"Those were his exact words, dude." Ziggs massaged his eyes with his fingers. "I don't see how much clearer I could possibly make it."

Rumble rubbed his chin in thought. "But that just means he doesn't know. It's still only a hypothetical right now."

"But it means that it's a possibility now." Ziggs gripped the sides of his head, pulling his ears down. "The fact that the thought is in my head means that I can't get rid of it. Like, if we were getting taller then this wouldn't be so bad, but you've seen that we haven't gained an inch of height since this whole thing started."

"Ugh, don't remind me." Rumble rolled his eyes. The one thing he wanted out of life happened to be purely unobtainable for him. "And you've been up this whole time thinking about it?"

"Yeah," Ziggs groaned, "couldn't sleep, especially after hearing that." He leaned back against the stuffed fabric of the sofa, his mountainous back indenting the fluffy filler. "The thing is, I've gotten used to 'this'." The tan-furred yordle gestured to his entire body with a hand. "I can be this way for the rest of my life if I have to. Sure, I might miss out on some things by not being smaller, but I'll live." A sigh escaped from his throat. "But to get any bigger is terrifying. Our bodies aren't accommodating out size, so where is any more muscle mass gonna go?"

Rumble pursed his lips, unsure of how he could answer. "Honestly, I hadn't thought of that." He rubbed the closest of Ziggs' broad, rippling shoulders. "Well, if there's anyone who could possibly figure out this problem, it's Heimerdinger. I really hate to admit it, but the dude knows his stuff."

"But what if Cecil doesn't? What if this is a problem he can't solve?" Ziggs insisted.

Rumble gave off an exasperated sigh and pulled Ziggs into him, the other yordle's arm digging into his mighty pectoral. "He will. It's like you said before, he won't stop until he's figured this out."

"Yeah, I guess." Ziggs leaned his head onto his boyfriend's beefy trap. "I just wonder if this is even something he's capable of solving."

"You're running yourself ragged by worrying about this." Rumble gingerly kissed the top of Ziggs' forehead. "I think you should get some sleep. You look awful."

Ziggs groaned. "I feel awful." The other yordle could see the bags under his eyes when they exchanged looks.

"Here." Rumble pushed himself off the couch to a standing position. "Why don't you try and get some rest, hmm?"

"I don't even know if I can..."

"Just try for me, please." Rumble hated seeing his boyfriend anguish over something to the point where it negatively affected his body.

"Would it even support my weight?" Ziggs pressed his hands into the cushion he was sitting on as if to test the load-bearing capabilities of the frame.

"I mean, we were both just sitting on it no problem." Rumble reasoned.

"Yeah, but that's all different weight distributions and stuff." Ziggs shrugged his boulder shoulders. "This is an entirely different application."

"I slept on it through the night, remember?" Rumble bent down and lifted the tan-furred yordle's head up with a hand, pressing his lips against the other's in a quick, romantic embrace. "You're overthinking this. I love you, please sleep."

"Yeah, okay," Ziggs tried to, and failed, to stifle a yawn, "maybe you're right." Shifting onto his back, he shuffled around until he found the most comfortable position he could manage. His pecs were too large to keep his body on the couch when he faced the back, so he had to switch directions, letting his massive arm, flaccid phallus, and tremendous testicles rest against the cushions. With his head propped up against the unbelievably soft sofa arm, he nearly fell asleep in an instant.

With that problem sorted out for the time being, Rumble directed his attention to the much more important issue at hand. He meandered over to where Heimerdinger was doing his work, eager to see the progress being made on it.

Heimerdinger was hard at work, his concentration entirely directed to the various machines running on his desk. So intensely focused was he that he didn't even feel the blue-furred beefcake tapping on his shoulder. It took being gently jostled to finally snap him back to reality, though not before letting out a scream loud enough to wake the dead.

"Dude, chill!" Rumble looked at the scientist yordle with wide eyes. "There's a bunch of people sleeping right now."

Heimerdinger harrumphed. "Well I don't exactly appreciate being dragged away from my research."

"I didn't do anything of the sort." Rumble pinched the bridge of his nose. A quick look at the other yordle revealed that he, too, had been up all night, judging by the bags under his eyes. "Jeez, how are you still awake?"

Heimerdinger shifted around in his seat until he faced his notes on his workspace again. "Many long nights have conditioned me to be able to stay alert for great periods of time. I can sometimes go for days without needing sleep."

"And here I thought I lived an unhealthy lifestyle." Rumble mumbled. He then cautiously leaned on the counter until he realized that it would support his weight. "So how much longer is this gonna take?"

"It'll be done when it's done." Heimerdinger responded, not looking up at the other yordle.

"Alright..." Rumble sighed at the curt reply. "It's just that Ziggs is a little freaked out and I want him to be okay."

"Well if you were to look to your left, you'd see the machine holding the serum foundation spinning around in circles." Heimerdinger blindly gestured with his hand, not really looking where he was pointing. "What that's doing is-"

"I know what a centrifuge is, thank you." Rumble bluntly interjected, his tone one of annoyance.

This caught Heimerdinger off guard, so much so that he looked up at the other yordle in surprise. "I... you do?"

Rumble nodded knowingly, a keen intellect hidden behind his jaded eyes. "Yeah, I've built one before. Granted, it doesn't work quite as well as a professionally built one does, but I understand the physics behind it. It's not that hard to grasp."

"That's... admittedly impressive." The yellow-furred was a bit lost for words. "So you understand what I'm doing then?"

"You're using centripetal acceleration to separate the various substances of whatever aqueous solution you've put into it." Rumble shot the other yordle a glance, as if to ask what other questions he'd have to answer to gain his respect.

"Remarkable." Heimerdinger slid the goggles on his head back over his eyes. "You're not as much of a lost cause as I previously envisioned you as."

"Seriously?!" Rumble narrowed his eyes at the other yordle with indignation.

"I should tell you that it places you at a much higher regard than almost all other yordles in my eyes."

Rumble planted his hands on his hips. "Is it really that high of praise?"

"Extraordinarily!" Heimerdinger chirped. "There aren't many people I trust around these parts."

"What about Ziggs?"

"Admittedly, he's my greatest confidant." Heimerdinger stated with much conviction. "He's probably the one whom I've connected with the most."

"Does that include physically as well?" A wry smile spread across Rumble's face.

The inquiry flustered Heimerdinger, the poor scientist sputtering trying to come up with a retort of some kind. "Erm, I don't think I really should be answering that question."

Rumble chuckled at the other yordle's trepidation, slinging a muscly arm over his shoulders. "I'm literally his boyfriend. You can tell me, I don't mind."

"I mean..." The vulnerability Heimerdinger felt kept him in a discombobulated state. "Do you mind if we don't have this conversation right at this moment?" He looked up at the blue-furred behemoth with pleading eyes through the tinted glass.

The hesitation the other yordle gave out bewildered Rumble, but it made him not want to press on any further. "Um, alright then." Removing his heavy limb allowed the scientist to position himself back in front of his work. He didn't want the conversation to die there, however. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course." Heimerdinger looked over his shoulder at Rumble.

"Is there any way that you can guarantee this thing's gonna stop the growth?"

Heimerdinger paused. Were it any other problem thrown his way, he'd have a good idea of how to answer that question. This was one of the times where he was genuinely left clueless. "No, I cannot."

Hours had passed since then, with the two of them bonding over producing the serum. Rumble acted almost as Heimerdinger's lab assistant, though he continued to astound him with just how much of the methodology he actually knew. Despite his gruff, sometimes downright hostile exterior, he was actually pretty personable, and a smart cookie to boot.

Rumble also got to the bottom of why Heimerdinger was so averse to discussing his sex life - he was embarrassed by the infrequency of his conquests. The mechanic had to explain that there wasn't anything to be ashamed about, and that, since settling down with Ziggs, the two of them had been almost entirely monogamous. He also started getting into some of their exploits much to the delight of the other yordle, though he'd never admit it. Heimerdinger had positioned himself in such a way that hid his growing erection, though Rumble could still tell how he was feeling by the way that rosy blush creeped across his face.

"Alright, I think I've tortured you enough now." Rumble chuckled at the other yordle's situation.

"Mmph," Heimerdinger fidgeted in his seat, trying to adjust his pants in such a way that his aching boner could easily slip down a pantleg, "yes, quite."

Rumble nodded, still trying to suppress his smirk. "So what do you think, are we close yet?"

"Very." Heimerdinger affirmed. "At this point all we need is the mushroom from Teemo and we'll be able to conclude this little experiment once we get a chance test it. Shame he's still fast asleep."

"Yeah." Rumble scrunched up his face. Just then, he heard a stirring coming from the opposite side of the room. "Oh, speak of the devil."

Teemo wasn't a fan of waking up after a deep sleep. The cream-furred yordle always shifted into various positions just so he could prolong his rest even a few minutes more, but that was rather difficult to achieve when he was lying on the floor of a building that he wasn't even totally familiar with. The areas of the ground where he didn't sleep were cold to the touch, providing enough discomfort that he slowly began to wake up. Not helping the matter was the worst case of morning wood the scout had ever experienced.

His protocol for dealing with this nuisance was to simply jerk himself off until he splattered sticky ropes of yordlebatter across his chest and was about to do just that, until he groggily remembered that doing so is the last thing he wanted right now. Having his hand on his junk still felt good, however.

Groaning and rubbing his eyes, Teemo flopped onto his front, allowing his throbbing prick to make contact with the cold floor beneath him. It wasn't exactly the first thing he wanted to do after waking, as evident by the sharp intake of air he took, but it was exactly the thing he needed to cool his jets and let his member go flaccid.

Standing up took a bit of effort to accomplish, but it went pretty smoothly once the yordle got to his knees. Stretching his arms above his head, he yawned loudly. Idly scratching at his meaty arm made him recall the situation at hand, but he still needed a few seconds longer for the rest of the details to flood back into his brain. Events from the previous day as well as things he said before going to sleep - it was all coming back to him now.

Teemo blinked his eyes to try and regain his bearings, now recognizing that he was in Heimerdinger's workshop. His sweeping gaze met with the other's, taking a moment in his dazed state to register who they were before ambling on over. "Morning." He greeted the other two.

"I believe you mean to say 'Afternoon'." Heimerdinger corrected. "You've been out like a light for some time now."

"Oh, what?" Teemo muttered. The correction sent a bit of shock through his system. "Wow, I must've really needed sleep then."

"Yeah, you were sleeping like a log." Rumble added.

"So how far along are we then?" Teemo tried to peer over the other two in an attempt to see the progress for himself.

"Practically finished!" Heimerdinger beamed, evidently quite pleased with himself. "All we need now is your contribution."

"Oh, right. Just one second." Teemo rushed over to his pile of belongings. Hand rummaging through his pack, he sauntered back over to the workstation. "Where the hell is it..."

Heimerdinger caught movement out of the corner of his eye, an ocean of blue fur moving all at once. "Where are you off to?"

"Gotta take a leak." Rumble nonchalantly responded before padding down a small corridor to the only washroom in the building.

Frustration grew more visible upon Teemo's face. "I swear it was here. I know I saw it." His hand was moving at a breakneck pace to try and locate the shroom needed to complete the serum.

Heimerdinger sat there and waited, drumming his fingers on his legs to try and keep himself entertained. Whether or not it was due to the lack of sleep he'd received, he was beginning to grow impatient. With an exasperated sigh, he lunged his hand into the pack himself and pulled out the first mushroom he felt. "Teemo, I'm sorry, but we really can't wait for any of your perfectionist tendencies. We simply must continue at once."

He wasn't about to admit it out loud, but that remark and display really pissed Teemo off. The cream-furred yordle quietly huffed because of the dissatisfaction he felt, only to suddenly gasp. Orange cap, red dots, slender stem - Heimerdinger grabbed the wrong shroom! "Hey, Heim?"

Heimerdinger completely disregarded him. "Whatever it is you want, Teemo, it's going to have to wait."

"Cecil, please-"

"Teemo, you have to understand something." Heimerdinger forcefully exhaled through his nose. "You came to me to try and solve a problem that you all were experiencing, so that's what I'm doing right now. Please let me focus on my work." Teemo wanted to protest further but relented when he realized that his remonstrations would only fall on deaf ears. He'd just have to let Heimerdinger realize he messed up on his own.

It was then that the sound of a flushing toilet filled the room, followed by water running from a faucet. Heavy, lumbering steps then plodded along the floor of the laboratory until they stopped next to the other yordles. "Heh, like a goddamn waterfall." Rumble chuckled, now relieved at the empty feeling in his bladder. The blue-furred yordle looked over to the scientist, slightly taken aback when he recognized the device the other yordle held in his hand. "Wait, you have a food processor?" The idea of such an implement existing in a place like this perplexed him.

Heimerdinger scoffed, checking that the gadget was electrically connected. "Well of course, I don't particularly want to be here all day mincing a single mushroom."

"Where'd you get it from?" Rumble just managed to get the question out before he was drowned out by the excessively loud motor. Everyone was thankful that the fungus merely needed seconds in the device before it was diced enough to continue.

"From the kitchen, of course." Heimerdinger thought the inquiry was rather strange. "Where would you keep your food-related appliances?"

Rumble's ears perked up. "Wait, this place has a kitchen? Dude, I'm gonna need some food in me soon."

"Is that really what's important right now?" Heimerdinger frowned at the mechanic.

Teemo nodded his head. "Actually, food doesn't sound half bad right now."

Heimerdinger sighed. "We'll worry about that later." He took what looked like the smallest spatula anyone had ever seen and scooped out as much of the minced shroom as he could, gathering it up and depositing the detritus into the flask that contained the formula. The scientists barely got to take one gleeful look at his work before the mushroom instantly dissolved in the solution. "And it's finished!"

Teemo cocked a brow at the speed of the chemical response. "Wait, that's it?"

"Yeah, you barely gave it any time to react." Rumble pointed out.

"Exactly as I planned. While setup became a particularly lengthy process, the way I executed the formulation meant that once the serum base was ready, I could just add the final reactant into the solution, and it would be primed within seconds!" Heimerdinger was positively ebullient with the efficiency of his endeavours.

Rumble stroked his chin with his hand, still a tad unsure. "Not gonna lie, it seems like this could've been way easier."

Heimerdinger persisted. "Oh, believe me, this method was far more complicated, but it was much faster this way. I am a busy man with many things on my plate. I have no desire to do this more than once, so I would rather have this project concluded as quickly as possible."

"Right." Teemo scoffed, though the scientist yordle didn't catch it.

"Now, if you'll excuse me," Heimerdinger hopped on his seat and began strolling to the larger hallway "I have something I need to take care of, but I will be right back." The other two yordles exchanged glances and shrugged, though they didn't have to wait very long before Heimerdinger came back in a full sprint, a clear look of panic on his face.

"Hey, woah, calm down." Rumble caught the scientist before he tumbled into his workspace, potentially ruining countless hours of work. "What the hell's going on?"

"He's gone!" Heimerdinger blurted out.

"Who's gone?" Teemo rushed to his side, also trying to help him regain his composure.

"Gnar." Heimerdinger exclaimed, unable to control the volume of his voice. "He's not here and I don't know where he went!"

"Why are people shouting?" A groggy voice called out, one clearly still half-asleep. The others looked over to the couch where Ziggs was laying down, though it became obvious he was woken up by the sudden commotion. "Someone fill me in so that I can relax again." Ziggs rubbed his eyes one at a time with the ball of his hand.

"Apparently Gnar's gone missing." Rumble explained, a little embarrassed that his boyfriend was disturbed from his slumber.

"Fuck..." Ziggs clumsily pushed himself upright into a sitting position, his tremendous chest rising and falling with every deep breath. "I'm sure he's around here somewhere, he couldn't have gone far."

"But he always checks in with me before leaving!" Heimerdinger insisted.

Ziggs looked mighty unimpressed. "So it means he's still here then." The tan-furred yordle blinked a few times to clear his blurry vision, then made a sweeping glance across the entirety of the lab. His face scrunched up as he continued scanning the room, suddenly looking like he'd become aware of something. "You guys know that that isn't the most pressing matter at the moment, right?"

"What do you mean?" Teemo cocked his head, not understanding what Ziggs was getting at.

"Where's Kled?" He stared at the other three yordles. It was at that moment that panic set in all of them.

"Oh my god." The realization hit Rumble like a ton of bricks.

"Is he still sleeping?" Teemo offered up the first solution his brain came up with.

"He was one of the first people to close their eyes last night." Rumble shook his head. "Unless he was really out of it, he should be up by now." The gears in his head turned rapidly until they churned out an idea, something that caused him to bug out his eyes at Teemo. "You don't think..."

"Don't think what?" Heimerdinger asked, not comprehending what the yordle titan was getting at.

"We have two yordles unaccounted for." Rumble stated as blunt as possible. Heimerdinger stared at him unblinking, needing a few seconds for his words to sink in.

"S-So, what you're saying is-" Heimerdinger was interrupted by the sound of something muffled some distance away. The four of them stopped talking to try and discern what it could possibly be before realizing it was the voices of two different people. "Oh no, Gnar!" Fearing the worst, he ducked out of Rumble's embrace and grabbed the serum, panicking the entire way to the testing room. He must've been so preoccupied with his research that he never noticed the two of them had slipped away. He could kick himself right now. The sliding door that closed off the room was meant to open at a fixed speed, but that wasn't about to stop Heimerdinger from squeezing through at the first opportunity. Once inside, he just about wished he'd never agreed to help with this whole mess in the first place.

The very first thing he saw - and smelled, for that matter - was Kled, clearly the largest of everyone currently in the building. His side profile was all the others could see, though it truly showed off the sheer size of the warrior. The ponytail he wore was unable to fall straight down since it had no choice but to rest on his mountainous back, which more and more resembled an actual range the longer one looked at it. His ass was like two dimpled globes that deliciously popped out, though the striated muscle on display when he flexed them made it abundantly clear that there was barely any fat in that area at all. And of course, what had to be most striking of all was his colossal chest. The monstrous slabs of muscle that were his pectorals jutted out far, almost nearly as far as his hands while they were flush with the wall.

That's when Heimerdinger noticed Gnar. His face was mostly hidden by Kled's meaty, outstretched arm, but he made his presence known with a lustful moan. The caveyordle's face was shoved inside that white-furred pec valley, taking in all the masculine musk trapped inside. Errant licks were given to the sweat matting the fur, an ambrosial nectar he deemed to be a reward for his service. His hands were rapidly pumping Kled's monolithic prick which, while not the longest or the girthiest, was still more than the younger yordle had ever handled.

"Ya had yer eye on me since ya first saw me." Kled sneered at the yordle in his grasp. "How's it feel? Everything ya hoped it'd be?"

Heimerdinger had been paralyzed with fear since entering the room and it was only now when he felt lucidity return to him. It was at that moment that he sprung into action. "Gnar, wait!" Being light on his feet made him a speedy runner, but the trade-off was his less-than-stellar coordination. All it took was one wrong step on Kled's strewn precum and Heimerdinger was thrown off balance. Any attempts to regain stability failed as he fumbled with the flask in his grasp, feeling it slip out of his hand. He slammed hard into not only the rock-hard side of the Noxian yordle, but his gigantic phallus as well, and instantly fell onto his back. To make matters worse, the serum that he took so much time to make had emptied from the flask in mid-air and coated himself and the caveyordle.

The brouhaha startled Gnar into seeing what the hell was happening, only to get a faceful of the formula. Violently coughing, his face contorting into a twisted display of disgust. "Hey, what gives?" He could barely choke out. Whatever liquid he just swallowed had to have been the worst thing he'd ever tasted in his entire life.

Heimerdinger also sputtered, silently agreeing on the palatableness of the serum. He was in a daze after colliding with compact yordle muscle, nearly seeing stars. "Ohhhh..." Groans were his only means of communication.

Despite being disturbed for mere seconds, Kled was right pissed. "Do ya fucking mind?! We're busy!" He bellowed at the yordle on the ground.

The other three grimaced as they watched the whole affair unfold in front of their eyes. "At least the serum was successfully deployed..." Ziggs palmed his face with a hand.

"Yep." Rumble concurred, a pained look on his face.

The only one who didn't share the same opinion was Teemo. He stood there with his well-defined arms crossed along his chest, watching the three yordles in front of them. It was only a matter of time before their situation would get so much worse.

A heat, both physical and emotional, had spread through Gnar's body, causing him to pant lasciviously as he diverted attention to his own yordlehood. Rhythmic strokes intensified the feeling, eliciting louder and louder moans and making his hands rub faster. By the time he was practically fucking his hands, his pace slowed to a crawl and he howled in euphoric pleasure, seed blasting out of his rapidly draining balls.

Kled backed away to give the other yordle some room. "At least he got what he came fer." He smirked, loving how he could get other yordles to cum from his body alone.

Gnar slid down the wall into a sitting position, his tail swishing against the pre-soaked surface. Being several times smaller than Kled, Ziggs, Rumble, and even Teemo meant that he didn't last nearly as long as the others, but this release felt just as extraordinary. It wasn't apparent to him why, but he was feeling great even after cumming his brains out, maybe even better than before.

That's when it happened.

In an instant, Gnar's muscles started ballooning outward fast and furiously. The formerly lanky caveyordle could barely register what was going on, but everyone else had no difficulties witnessing his growth. What once was a flat chest rose into stuffed pillows, not unlike the ones he rested his head on. So much meat was forced into each pectoral that his nipples had started pointing downward. The rest of his torso followed suit, abs rising into a cobblestone path down to his groin. His arms exploded in size, biceps closer resembling one of the rubber balls he used to play with when he was younger.

Not wanting to fall behind, his lower body followed suit. His quads were the first part of his legs to grow, swelling up huge with striated muscle. They used to be the largest muscle group on his body before, but they had some competition now, though they weren't about to stop contending for that title. His calves hardened into their desired teardrop shape, while his ass bloated into an ample rear that gave one something to fondle.

When all was said and done, Gnar wearily looked over himself. He was now in possession of a behemothian body of his own, one that complemented his tusky grin. One thing that was obvious was that, while he didn't match up to Kled, Rumble, or Ziggs, he, to his surprise, had already surpassed Teemo. What was going on?

Heimerdinger couldn't believe what his eyes were telling him. Panicking, he pushed himself away from the newly muscled yordle, not caring that he was coating his lab coat in copious amounts of seed. He kept going until he hit someone's leg, though their owner stopped him in his tracks and helped him up. Teemo sighed, a literal five second explanation could've prevented all of this.

Rumble and Ziggs were both shocked by the sight in front of them. "What the fuck?!" Ziggs yelled, completely awake now. "So much time was spent on that formula, how could it go wrong?!"

Shaking his head, Teemo steeled himself. He had his moment of vindication, now it was up to him to get everything back on track. "Okay, I'm gonna take Heimer back to his lab. You two stay here and help out however you can." The scout gestured with his head over to the other two yordles at the other side of the room. Kled was busy inspecting Gnar, a genuine grin on his face as his kidmaker plumped up once more.

Millions of thoughts raced through Heimerdinger's mind as he was pulled away into his laboratory. "I... I don't understand!" He sputtered.

"Really?" Teemo snarked as he sat the other yordle down on his seat. "You really don't know what happened?"

"It was all supposed to go according to plan! I did everything correctly." Heimerdinger ran his fingers through his extravagant hairdo. "I processed the sperm samples collected from Zigmund and Rumble to my exact specifications, I precisely accounted for any and all properties of the reactants used in my calculations, I used the right mushroom-"

"No." Teemo blurted out bitterly. "You didn't."

"What?!" Heimerdinger's gaze shot up to meet Teemo's. "Why didn't you tell me before?"

The cream-furred yordle's fierce stare pierced through the scientist. "I did, but you wouldn't listen." Teemo reached into his backpack, this time into the correct compartment, and pulled out the shroom that could've avoided the earlier event. "This one is the one you wanted." He held it up to the scientist yordle's face to make sure he got a good look at it. "This is the one that stops the process. The one you chose was the one that made everything worse."

"By worse you mean..." Heimerdinger gulped. "It expedites the process?"

"Yep." Teemo responded matter-of-factly.

Heimerdinger's head fell into his hands, a dejected look crossed his visage. "Oh Gnar, what have I done..." A thought popped into his mind and he snapped up to look at Teemo again. "Wait, will I suffer the same fate then?"

"Unless you're able to repress your sexual urges until you can get the actual antidote ready, I'd say yeah."

"And if I can't?" Heimerdinger gradually looked uneasy.

Teemo smirked, clearly enjoying the schadenfreude of the situation. "Then I suggest you take your clothes off if you plan on keeping them because you'll burst right through them."

A collection of heavy footsteps signaled the entrance of the other yordles. Kled was dripping a snail trail of cum from his flaccid cock, no doubt the conclusion of an orgasm, while Ziggs and Rumble followed closely behind, careful not to step in his seed. It took Heimerdinger all of a few seconds to realize one person was missing. "Where's Gnar?"

"He needs a minute." Rumble declared. "Honestly, anyone would after experiencing that."

"He's probably begging fer more right now." Kled wore a wry, cocky smile. "Best sex anyone'll ever have is with me."

"Oh please." Ziggs shot back, unimpressed. "Raw aggression only gets you so far. You have zero finesse."

"Go on and ask Kennen, Fizz, and Corki." Kled proudly placed his hands on his hips, puffing out his barrel chest. "They'll tell ya how good of a fuck I am!"

"Why... would we ever do that?" Rumble couldn't comprehend what he was saying.

"'Cuz I slept with 'em before I came here." Kled guffawed.

Everyone else froze. "Was that where you left to recently?" Ziggs inquired, his heart now beating a mile a minute.

"Course! They got ta experience all of this!" Kled ran his hands down his over-muscled body, fondling his pecs and ass. The stimulation caused his shaft to stiffen again.

"Shit." Teemo groaned. Those three needed to get here fast and the one who knew his way around the lands the quickest was him. "Guess I've got more work to do now..." Slinging his pack over his shoulder, he made his way to the door. He was surprised how little he cared that he didn't fit into his clothes anymore.

"Yeah, don't worry. They ain't gonna turn ya down when ya proposition them too." Kled snipped at the scout, a snotty tone in his voice.

Teemo momentarily looked over his shoulder in complete confusion before turning and leaving again, shaking his head as he did so. "Right..." He muttered under his breath.

Heimerdinger sighed, now facing his workstation again. "Alright, it's back to the drawing board. I'm lucky I overdid it with creating that basic, ferrous solution. I won't need to preform any titration, which should fast track progress a bit."

"Titration is-" Ziggs started explaining before being cut off.

"I know what that means," Kled interrupted, looking mightily unimpressed, "I ain't gone ta school fer nothing."

"That sentence would prove otherwise." Heimerdinger quipped without looking up from his work, stunning everyone in the room. Ziggs could barely contain his laughter.

Rumble was also caught off guard, chuckling at the remark. "Where the hell did that come from?"

"I have my moments." Heimerdinger proudly stated.

"Typical..." Kled snorted. "Ya move away and suddenly people think ya don't know stuff no more."

"There is one headache I'm still going to have to deal with." Heimerdinger lifted his goggles and rubbed his eyes. The effects of staying up so long were starting to catch up to him. "Ugh, I'll need another sperm sample if I'm to start this again."

"I got yer sample right here." Kled laughed impishly, grabbing his slicked-up dick.

Ziggs shook his head in disapproval. "Dude, show some respect for the scientific process." The tan-furred yordle reached over various scribblings on the counter and seized a sample cup. "Use one of these."

Footsteps coming from the hallway alerted the group to the arrival of the only other occupant in the building. Gnar was rubbing his bull neck as he plodded to the others, tipping everyone else off to the fact that he wasn't used to his new size just yet. His gait was awkward and the way he swung his arms was a tad ungainly. Placing his hand on the work surface, he was able to stabilize himself. "Man, I don't know how you guys got used to this so fast!"

"You learn fast when you're aroused." Rumble articulated without an ounce of sarcasm.

A sudden giggle got all eyes on Heimerdinger. "Ah, the scientific process. I dare say, this is sending hypothermic waves through my vertebrae!"

Gnar pursed his lips in bewilderment. "Uh, usually I'm decent at translating his words, but I think that one flew over my head. What did he say?"

"He's horny." Ziggs shot the yellow-furred yordle a wry smile.

"Excuse me, I am not!" Heimerdinger spat out, the rosy blush creeping onto his cheeks indicating how flustered the comment made him.

"Oh, is he now?" Rumble slyly grinned, playing off of Ziggs' ploy. "If that's the case, then I could use a little help over here. I'm sure you can understand how much of a pain this thing can be." He slowly stroked his titanic tool from base to tip. "You may need both hands though."

"Unbelievable." Heimerdinger angrily mumbled. "Ingrates, the both of them."