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Teemo trudged his way through the uneven Ionian terrain, barely stopping to take in the sights along the way. As beautiful as the land and all its inhabitants were to look at, he knew doing so would only slow him down in the long run, which was especially bad considering how he had such an important mission at hand. Difficult though it may be to press on scaling up hills and slogging his way through whatever mire he came across, he knew that he'd find his most agreeable and cooperative mark here above all other locations he needed to travel to.

There was one benefit to his overly enhanced physique - he didn't tire nearly as easily as normally would have while taking a route this exhaustive. He took the occasional break, sure, but they were few and far between compared to what he would require at his normal size. Having his body exposed to the elements at all times made him miss wearing clothes a bit - especially his boots - but at the same time, any perspiration brought on by his exertion would just evaporate into the open air, rather than accumulate and stain the fabric of his clothing. It felt nice to not be a sweaty mess for once.

Teemo had gone and scoured the area where he thought Kennen might be located, hitting up every one of the cream-furred yordle's known haunts. Confident in his ability to find someone when he wanted to, the scout zeroed in on the last place he can think of looking for the ninja. If he wasn't here, then Teemo would have no idea where to look.

There'd be no need for him to comb through another area of the island nation as he saw Kennen meditating alone on a large, flat rock - a testament to Teemo's scouting prowess. He breathed a sigh of relief and was about to greet the other yordle, only to stop when he noticed a look of frustration upon the ninja's face.

Though Kennen had his facial mask on to keep his mouth hidden, his eyes spelled out every emotion he was experiencing, and none of them seemed to be good. His eyebrows wavered between showing irritation and discomfort despite the rest of his body staying comparatively motionless. Something was clearly wrong.

Teemo crept ever closer, keeping a watchful eye on the other yordle. Whatever held the ninja's attention was keeping him from paying attention to his surroundings. A simple shake of the shoulder was all that Teemo needed to do to snap Kennen's concentration and bring him back to the rest of the world.

Kennen jolted into cognizance from being startled, a short gasp escaping from his mouth. "Wah!" He shouted. The cream-furred yordle felt a bit overstimulated from absorbing the contents of his surroundings with his eyes but was able to calm down a bit once he got his bearings.

"Hey, easy. It's me." Teemo cooed, trying to put the other yordle at ease.

Kennen's breathing was erratic, only growing less staccato when he saw the friendly visage of the scout. "Oh, Teemo, I'm so glad it's you. I-" It was just then that he got a good look at the rest of the other yordle. His gaze traced over Teemo's rippling shoulders, barrel chest, sumptuous quads, and a cock as big as his arm. He felt his body succumb to panic and pushed himself away from the scout as much as he possibly could. "Get away from me!" He shouted from the other side of the rock.

Teemo could only pinch the bridge of his nose in response - he hadn't accounted for Kennen not being into musculature like the others were. He didn't make any sudden movements, only taking a deep breath to mentally reset himself so that he could try and figure out how he was going to pull this off. Taking this slow was imperative as the ninja was highly on edge. "Kennen, just hear me out. I know that this is all... kinda shocking, but I can assure you that there's nothing to worry about. I can explain everything when you come with me."

"Not happening." Kennen adamantly stated, though his apprehensiveness showed through his eyes. "I'm not going anywhere with you when you're like... that." He gestured all over the other cream-furred yordle's beefy frame with his piercing gaze.

Teemo let out an exasperated sigh. "Ken, really, I'm fine. There's nothing to get upset about." He held out his hand as an expression of goodwill, reaching out to the other yordle. "Please, I'm here to help."

"No, please. Stay back!" Kennen retreated even further, clearly not assuaged by the act of good faith he had received. "Whatever happened to you is happening to me too!"

That got Teemo to stop in his tracks. "Wait, what do you mean?" He retracted his hand to listen to the ninja. "I don't mean to be rude, but you don't look any different to me."

"But I am." Kennen whined. "How can you not tell?"

"Okay, look," Teemo rubbed at his temples, "compared to what I've experienced in the last little while, you look completely normal."

"But I don't feel normal. Something is genuinely wrong with me!" Kennen protested, huffing in frustration. "You know what? I'll show you." In an instant, he jumped up in the air and debarked on the closest tree but wasn't looking to stay put very long. He moved as fast as lightning from that tree to the next, continuing the chain on all the woody plants in the area.

Teemo watched in amazement as the ninja bounded through the forest. Deftly springing from tree to tree, the other yordle didn't seem to slow down in the slightest, which astounded the cream-furred yordle. The amount of training that one has to do to be able to accomplish those kinds of manoeuvres is astronomically high. It's only reserved for the most ardent of students.

Kennen landed in one of his typical poses after several minutes of defying the laws of physics, completely calm and looking like he hadn't broken a sweat. He straightened himself up and pulled down his mask, a determined look plastered on his face. "There, did you see it? You had to have seen it!" Adamancy shone through his voice.

Teemo wanted to say something, but no words seemed to come out of his mouth. He wracked his mind processing the display, trying to see if there really was something out of the ordinary compared to what he observed in the past, but ultimately couldn't come up with anything. "Am I missing something?"

"You didn't see it?!" Kennen's jaw nearly dropped to the floor.

"I-" Teemo stammered, a bit baffled as to what the other yordle could possibly be alluding to. "What was there for me to see? You're quick as all hell, which makes perfect, logical sense to me considering what you've shown me before."

A loud groan escaped from Kennen's throat, the ninja palming his face with both hands. "That's the thing right there - I wasn't quick at all. I'm way slower than I was before."

"You are?" Teemo found himself unable to express anything other than abject confusion. "But you were making contact with the trees for, maybe, a fraction of a second. I genuinely don't understand what the issue is."

"Don't you get it?" Kennen's tone was one of alarm. "The slower I become, the more chances that the people threatening to harm Ionia can harm me."

Teemo could only stand there and take in what was being said. This meant a lot to the ninja, which meant that he had to go about this with the utmost seriousness. "Alright, listen to me for a second." He began to amble his way to Kennen, careful with both his actions and his words. "You've gotta be one of the most capable people I've ever met, and you don't let any perceived setbacks slow you down." Hesitantly, he slung his arm around his kinfolk, gingerly hovering his hand over the shoulder until it made contact, waiting for the other yordle to pull away. Surprisingly, that never happened. "Even if you're certain that you've slowed down some, I know you're not gonna let that stop you."

"I guess..." Kennen hung his head, sighing dejectedly.

Teemo smirked. "At least you're still agile. Look at me, I can't even sit in trees like I used to."

That statement didn't make sense to Kennen. "But trees aren't that weak." He looked at the other yordle in perplexity. "You really can't be that heavy."

"I'm not," Teemo admitted, rubbing his bull neck with his free hand, "but the branches I'd stake out on for surveillance were ones high up that the humans and other creatures like them couldn't easily get to. Now I don't really have that luxury anymore."

"I see." Kennen envisaged the scout's plight, though something was still on his mind. "You know what else? That's not even all of my problems." He ducked out of the other cream-furred yordle's grip and went to go sit on the rock. "I keep getting these... urges that won't go away."

Teemo cocked his head. "Urges? You mean like-"

"Sexual." Kennen bluntly explained.

"Oh..." There it was - the word he'd been dreading, though he couldn't help but feel like this particular instance sounded strange. "Wait, have you never experienced this before?"

Kennen rolled his eyes in annoyance. "I've had erections before, yes. It's just that I'm usually able to control them so that they don't distract me."

"Ah, I see." Teemo nodded.

"They've never been this bad before though." Kennen pulled his feet up so as to curl into a ball. "I just can't understand why I'm like this all of a sudden."

"Have you come into contact with Kled recently?" Teemo inquired.

Kennen's gaze shot up to meet the other yordle's, his eyes as wide as saucers. "Yeah, but... how did you know?"

"Because he's the reason you're feeling the way you do." Teemo sighed, only now realizing how difficult this explanation was going to be. "If you really think that you've got the same affliction that I do, then you got it from him."

"Oh... I see." Kennen contemplated the meaning of the scout's words. "So I imagine you got it from him too then."

"Uh," Teemo wasn't anticipating having to clarify this part of the situation, "actually, it was the other way around." He preemptively shot his hands in in a defensive gesture. "Before you say anything, it was not on purpose. I didn't look like this before, and I had no idea that this would happen."

"You didn't?" A look of dawning horror appeared on Kennen's face as he came to comprehend the subtext of the other yordle's account. "Am I going to look like you then?!"

Teemo took a moment to conjure up the right words that could potentially put the other cream-furred yordle at ease. "Well, with how you've been taking care of yourself thus far, I think you might have a far better shot at fighting this."

"Really?" Kennen pondered the comment for a second. "So, does that mean that Kled looks like you then?"

"Uh..." Teemo really didn't want to have to lie to Kennen, but he didn't want to worsen the other yordle's mood any more than it already was. "He's around the same size, yeah. He's taken care of at the moment."

Kennen sat there in quiet contemplation for a moment before opening his mouth again. "Okay." He wanted to ask further questions to get a better understanding of this condition, but an uninvited guest decided to visit the pair of them. "Ugh, look." Kennen unfurled himself, revealing a very hard boner tenting his pants. "I can't seem to escape it anymore."

"Yep, that's gonna happen now." Teemo placed his hand on the other yordle's shoulder. "Honestly, the best thing you could do at this point in time is to just get it over with."

Kennen's eyes went wide again, his face completely contorted with fear. "I can't do that!" The sensation of his heart sinking into the pit of his stomach radiated all throughout his body. He couldn't afford to lose himself any more than he already did.

Teemo began to rub the ninja's arm in an attempt to soothe him. "I'm sorry, but you're going to have to. It's the only way if you want any form of relief."

Kennen gulped, not liking what he was hearing. "I don't know if I can do it. I'm scared of what will happen."

"How many times have you done this since?" Teemo asked in earnest.

"Just once." Kennen abashedly explained, his hands covering his face in shame.

Teemo deliberated in his head for a few moments before coming up with an idea that he thought the other yordle would appreciate. "What if I gave you a hand?"

That got Kennen's attention, pulling his head out of its cavern. "You'd help me?"

"Of course." Teemo warmly smiled. "I love supporting people in their time of-"

Teemo barely got his sentence out before Kennen launched himself into a hug, wrapping his arms around the other cream-furred yordle's brawny traps. "Thank you." He whispered in sincere gratitude.

"Don't mention it." Teemo rubbed along the fabric that comprised the back of the ninja's tunic. "Alright, let's do this." He positioned the other yordle back down on the rock, letting him take care of stripping himself down.

"Uhh..." Kennen fidgeted slightly in place, hands on the rim of his hood. Try as he might, he couldn't force himself to disrobe.

Teemo noticed this and grew perplexed as to what the holdup was. "What's wrong?"

"I-" Kennen stammered, not knowing exactly what to say. The struggle he bore inside himself flared greatly - on one hand, he wanted to get this over with, but on the other hand, no one had seen him without clothing since the incident occurred. Nevertheless, he wanted the opportunity to return to his meditation and training as he was required to be vigilant to any threats he may encounter. With a deep breath, he slowly, but surely, shucked his ninja garb off, revealing his well-toned body. "I am ashamed." He admitted.

"Of what?" Teemo chuckled. "I see nothing to be ashamed of."

Kennen sighed dejectedly. "This body of mine is growing to be incredibly unbecoming of a ninja of my calibre. I'm not looking to emulate the lumbering oafs that other nations employ as their warriors."

"Okay, I'm going to be completely honest with you - I think you're completely overreacting." Teemo gave the other yordle a sympathetic look while placing his pack on the ground. "You look totally fine for a yordle."

Kennen cocked an eyebrow. "Is this your way of coming onto me?"

Teemo hesitated for a brief second before slapping his face with a hand; he certainly had a way with words. "Not what I meant..." He mumbled under his breath while pinching the bridge of his nose. "For real though, you genuinely don't look any different than you did before."

"You think so?" Kennen asked, his tone a bit more upbeat.

Teemo nodded. "I know so."

The exchange made Kennen give off an involuntary wry grin, the first since the scout arrived. "Thanks. I guess I needed a fresh perspective on the matter." His voice warbled near the end, needing to clear his throat. "So, what now?"

"You can leave that to me." Teemo confidently stated as he gingerly pushed against Kennen's toned chest, the scout moving backwards with his rear acting like a stationary pivot.

Soon enough Kennen was flat on his back, a bit flustered as this wasn't a position that he found himself in often, if ever. He blushed profusely as his yordlehood stood at full mast, though it wasn't like it had flagged from earlier. "Aah..." He gasped from the feeling of vulnerability, something he tried hard to limit.

"Just relax." Teemo cooed, gently rubbing his hands along the sides of Kennen's torso. "I'm gonna make this pleasurable for the both of us."

Kennen moaned from the feeling of the other cream-furred yordle's ministrations - it was as if the scout was deftly tracing over the outline of his body with his fingers, not stopping until every nook and cranny was accounted for. It made him squirm slightly, partly because of how good it felt and partly because of how embarrassed he was in liking it.

Teemo eyed how the ninja's dick throbbed with every excited heartbeat, noticing how a pearl of pre began to bubble up out of the cumslit before oozing down the shaft. "I'd say it's time for the main course now." He hunkered over Kennen's lower half and hovered his head scant centimeters from the tip of the cock, breathing heavily onto it before slowly extending his tongue and licking up the precum.

"Ooh, shit!" Kennen huffed, unaccustomed to the intense euphoria coursing through his body. The oral stimulation he received caused his balls to ramp up production, drooling out more of his translucent pre. If he weren't careful, he could blow his load right then and there.

Teemo delivered a few more long laps against the fleshy rod before running it along to the top of the other yordle's mushroom head, twisting it in all directions contra to the cumslit.

Kennen writhed in place as the stimulation he received from his overly sensitive cock shot electrical pulses throughout his nervous system. While he'd been intimate with others in his long past, it had never been quite as manic as what he was experiencing now. Perhaps it wasn't wise to suppress his baser urges so much like he had for many years.

It was at this point where Teemo finally went down on the other yordle. Starting slow, he bobbed his head downward until he reached the base of the prick, his nose finding itself in musky pubic fur. Taking a deep breath comprised nearly entirely of Kennen's earthy scent, he pulled his head back up until it reached the top of the dick and then repeated. He gradually quickened his pace, sneaking in a few light grazes of that cumpipe with his teeth to elicit a more visceral reaction.

Suffice it to say, Kennen was having a hard time trying to vocalize just how much he enjoyed this. His vocabulary had been reduced to guttural groans due to the intense arousal wreaking havoc on his body. He was loving every minute of this, but he felt like his time to enjoy this was about to end. As if in an instant, his testicles pulled up and cum bulged out its pipe before shooting directly into the mouth of the admittedly surprised scout.

Not wanting any of the spurting jizz to go to waste, Teemo clamped down on the other yordle's kidmaker to form a seal, forcing it all down his greedy gullet. He readied himself to be there for a few moments to fully ingest the entire flood but found himself confused when it tapered off so soon, only remembering after that Kennen was barely affected by the affliction. While not quite at the level of output Teemo had dealt with recently, Kennen's load wasn't meager by average yordle standards, probably due to being so pent up.

Kennen was a gasping mess from having the first orgasm he'd had in a long while. "S-Sorry, I don't do this often."

Teemo gave one last bob to clean the other yordle's cock before popping off of it, wiping his mouth with the back of his meaty forearm. "It's alright. I know you're busy with important matters."

"Yeah, I-" Kennen stopped in his tracks when he felt a familiar warmth wash over him. "Ooh..." He moaned, reveling in the soothing sensation. He closed his eyes and laid his head on the rock to ride out the feeling. It was as if there were a bunch of hands massaging his body, tending to his aching muscles. The thought sent his heartbeat racing and he jerked upright in fear. "No!" He cried out, his breathing rapidly picking up.

"What's wrong?!" Teemo jumped at the scream.

"My body..." Kennen's voice quivered. "It got bigger again..." His heart sank to the pit of his stomach, distraught by the changes he'd just gone through.

Teemo went and positioned himself beside the other cream-furred yordle, resting his hand on the nearest shoulder. "Hey, listen to me for a sec." His voice exuded empathy. "If I'm being completely honest, you shouldn't worry about this. A lot of guys would love to have the body you've got. You could probably end up on the cover of a magazine!" He giggled.

"But I don't want that!" Kennen protested, his eyes somewhat watering. "I don't want to end up looking like..." He struggled to come up with an apt comparison.

"Me?" Teemo looked at the other yordle with a straight face.

Kennen gaze dropped to the ground, his body involuntarily curling up as if he were protecting himself. "I-I didn't mean it like that..."

Teemo sighed but pulled the other cream-furred yordle in close to him. "Hey, I get it. This is weird and new and scary, and you don't exactly know how to interpret everything happening to you. But seriously, dude, you're fine. You just look like," he rubbed his chin in thought, "I dunno, you've been training your body for a number of years, which, I mean, you have been doing."

"I suppose." Kennen acknowledged, pursing his lips. "I just don't want to lose my agility. Without it, I don't have any way of standing up to potential threats."

"Mmm," Teemo mused, "I still think you're a far way away from that happening. Believe me, I didn't get this body overnight."

Kennen took a moment to ruminate on the other yordle's words. "So how many times did it take you then?"

"Oh," Teemo scrunched up his face, not anticipating the question, "I didn't exactly count them. It was a lot."

"Really?" Kennen cocked a brow, his expression unimpressed.

Teemo reciprocated the look. "Hey, don't give me that. I have a healthy sexual appetite." He rubbed the back of his thick neck. "It's just a bit incompatible with this condition."

"Alright then." Kennen nodded, only for his eyes to go wide as he looked down and took in the full spectacle that was the scout's monster erection "Uh..."

"Hmm?" Teemo followed the other yordle's gaze until he saw his girthy length standing at attention. "Oh, uh, don't worry about it. I'm not gonna ask you to take care of it in return or anything."

"Are you sure? I feel like it'd only be fair." Despite Kennen's offer, he looked incredibly apprehensive about the whole scenario.

Teemo smirked. "That's generous, but it'd be more of a mess than what it's worth. For real." Attempting to alleviate the ninja's concerns, he manoeuvred his lower half out of sight. "You don't need to worry about that."

"So what about me, then?" Kennen bore a look of frustration as he glanced up at the other yordle. "This will just keep happening. I can't seem to stop it, and I don't think you can either."

Teemo perked up, his eyes lighting up. "We can't, but Heimerdinger certainly can! He's working on a cure as we speak."

"W-Wait, really?!" Kennen's soul was suddenly filled with hope. "Can he actually fix this?"

"Uh," Teemo stopped himself as he just remembered the incident at the lab and how Cecil's serum actually made things worse, "I'm not entirely sure how far along he is, but he's trying to at least be able to put a stop to the growth." He couldn't shake the image of Gnar and Kled out of his mind.

"So I should go to him then." Kennen gleefully hopped off of the rock and bounded over to his attire, putting it on in record time. "Tell me where I can find him."

Teemo reached into his sack and brought out his journal, tearing out a page so that he could write out directions for the ninja to follow. The other cream-furred yordle thanked him and set off, leaving him alone. "Well, that's one down." His attention was then diverted back to his crotch. He sighed. "Sometimes the best thing you can do is just get it over with..." He muttered to himself.

***

The sun beat down in full force as Teemo lumbered along the Bilgewatian coastline. It felt like he'd been slogging through sand for what he had perceived to be hours. He'd worked up quite the sweat and wanted nothing more than to take a dive into the waters beside him, but he knew he had to finish his work first. A terrific scout he may be, but the yordle was also a pretty skilled tracker and, through experience, learned that you don't mess around until you found your mark. But man, was the ocean ever calling to him at the moment.

Luckily for Teemo, it didn't take him long before he discovered just the yordle he was looking for. There'd be no better place for an amphibious creature than on a rocky outcrop by a sandy beach.

Fizz looked pretty dead to the world at the moment, but he was more alive than he'd ever been in his entire life. Feeling the urge to distance himself from the rest of human civilization recently, he decided to sun himself at one of his favourite places for the day. He'd been laying on a horizontal rock for a good portion of the afternoon, not particularly caring if he were seen or not.

Teemo's relief at locating his target gradually turned into shock as he drew closer to where the aquatic yordle was resting. Whereas Kennen did everything in his power to fight his newfound urges, Fizz totally capitulated. "F-Fizz?"

The ocean yordle's body was nothing short of chiseled perfection. It'd be the dream of sailors everywhere, the difference being that those seafarers had to do years of manual grunt work to achieve their gains while he just had to jerk off whenever he felt horny. His arms could handle the rope needed to raise a sail with ease, as well as haul heavy cargo around a ship where needed. He possessed stuffed pectorals that rounded out, looking like cannonballs when flexed to their maximum potential. One could strike a match needed to fire a cannon on his cobblestone-like abs, while his thick quads could hold him in place as a ship swayed to and fro.

Fizz's eyes opened upon hearing his name, turning his head to get a better view of his visitor. "Oh, hey Teemo." A mischievous look progressively took over his face as he eyed the scout up and down. "Say, you look different. Did you get a haircut?"

Teemo blinked a few times before shaking his head in annoyance. "Are you serious right now?"

"Nah, I'm just messing with you." Fizz snickered, rolling over to get onto his feet. "Wow, you're looking great. How've you been, man?"

"I've been better." Teemo grumbled with a deadpan glare.

"Well you're at the beach now, enjoy yourself." Fizz patted the cream-furred yordle on his brawny arm. "Hey, come for a dip with me!"

"I'll pass." Teemo glowered at the furless yordle. "I see you've been busy."

Fizz smirked. "What gave it away?" The amphibious yordle brought his arms up into a flex. "You like it?"

"As a matter of fact, I don't." Teemo placed his hands on his hips, an unimpressed expression plastered onto his face. "And I think you should feel the same way as I do."

Fizz couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Are you kidding me, dude? This is awesome! How can you not enjoy this?"

Teemo sighed - he wasn't in the mood for this right now. "Because it interferes with my very important work."

"Ah, work shmerk." Fizz dismissed the other yordle's concerns with a gesture of his hands. "You gotta relax and enjoy yourself some time like I do."

Teemo palmed his face, exasperated with the ocean yordle's exuberant personality. "Why couldn't you be upset like Kennen?"

"Kennen?" Fizz repeated quizzically. "What does he have to do with anything?"

A groan escaped Teemo's throat, not particularly wanting to divulge any information with the other yordle. "Because I visited Kennen before coming here. I'm sure by now you know there's something going on with your body, as well as mine. He's got it too and he's none too thrilled."

"But why would he not-" Fizz cocked his head in confusion, only to understand moments later. "Oh yeah, ancient ninja and all that jazz. Probably upset his 'natural balance' or whatever."

Teemo nodded. "Bingo."

Impish delight shot through Fizz the first time he laid his eyes on the scout and it hadn't abated yet. "You know, I bet deep down you actually really do like the way your body is." He crossed his arms over his barrel chest, a wry grin snaking its way across his face.

"As a matter of fact, I don't. As I said earlier, it all gets in the way of the stuff I have to do." Teemo was beginning to entirely lose his patience.

"Bullshit." Fizz extended the word while not even attempting to stifle a laugh. "Admit it, you enjoy the size. Kled sure did."

That elicited an eyeroll out of Teemo; of course Kled had to visit here while he was growing. "Well it's obvious you loved his size."

Fizz could barely contain himself. "Oh man. His bod was exactly what I dreamed of, so when he had his way with me, I was thrilled! I got sad when he left, but somehow, I ended up like him over time. I love the way I look, but I have no idea how I got this way. Must be magic or something."

"It's the 'or something'." Teemo matter-of-factly explained. "He passed it on to you when you two got intimate. The same thing's happened to a bunch of us now. I'm surprised you hadn't put two and two together considering how much... alone time you've gotten."

All Fizz could do was shrug his shoulders. "I mean, I did notice the growth every time I masturbated, I just didn't know why it was happening." A sudden thought raced through his head. "So, whatever this is... is it like an STD?"

Teemo cringed, his face screwing up at the thought. "Of all the ways to describe it..."

"Eh, don't sweat it, this is far from the worst thing in the world." Fizz playfully chuckled. "Hey, question. Do you think these muscles are gonna make me move faster in the water, or do you think the added weight is gonna cancel that out entirely?"

"How should I know? I'm the last person to ask something like that." Bewilderment consumed Teemo's face upon mental examination of the other yordle's words. "Wait, you mean to tell me you haven't tested this yet?"

"Well, I've been kinda preoccupied, so the only reason I've been in the water lately is to just freshen up. Now seems like a good time to test though." Fizz dove headfirst into the ocean while Teemo ducked out of the way of the displaced water. The aquatic yordle breached, giggling at Teemo's reaction.

Teemo angrily glared at the other yordle. "Hey, you get me wet and I'll have you castrated!"

"Aw, relax. It's just water." Having practically lived his entire life in the sea, Fizz was a natural at moving around in it. He moved with a grace that only the greatest of human swimmers could achieve, yet he made it look effortless. It didn't matter if he was swimming on his back or his front, he was an expert in all techniques. "Looks like I'm at an equilibrium when everything's accounted for, basically the same speed as before. I forgot to consider hydrodynamics." He ceased his movement and just allowed himself to float there lazily.

Teemo tapped his foot impatiently, hoping that the other yordle was done goofing off. "Are you finished?"

"No way, I'm just getting started." Fizz let out a yawn and turned back to the cream-furred yordle. "Come on, take your stuff off and come have a swim. You look like you want to."

Teemo shook his head - he was a yordle with a mission. "No can do. I'm in the midst of doing my job."

"Don't worry about some silly old 'job'." Fizz stretched out his hand as an invitation to the scout. "Join me in the water."

On any other given day, Teemo might not have minded the amphibious yordle's bubbly attitude. Today, however, was not a day he wanted to have to deal with someone so enthusiastic. "Alright, you've had your fun. Heimerdinger's taken it upon himself to fix this mess, so I'm asking you to go see him."

"Aw come on," Fizz protested, "I like it like this. I don't wanna be fixed!"

"Please don't make me ask again." Teemo's patience had entirely worn down by this point.

"Why should I have to give all this up?" The expression on Fizz's face had soured for the first time that day. "I like my muscles!"

"Because if you get too big, you'll lose the ability to move and sink to the bottom of the ocean." Teemo recited the sentence like he had it memorized for a grade school play. "Considering how much fun you've had recently, that won't take any time at all."

"Hey, that's not a problem. I can breathe underwater!" It took barely any time at all for Fizz to disappear beneath the gentle waves of the ocean. He circled around the rocky outcropping several times before surfacing again, not needing to fill his lungs again like anyone else would have to. "See?"

"But you won't be able to feed yourself." Teemo continued determinedly.

Finger stretched out into the air, Fizz was about to counter the scout's reasoning before stopping himself when he realized a flaw in his reasoning. "True." He idly rubbed his chin in thought. "Hmm, wouldn't I eventually shrink down enough to move again, given enough time has passed?"

An exasperated sigh expressed just how frustrated Teemo was with the furless yordle's constant nonsensical rebuttals. "But is that really how you want to live your life? Just waiting there for however long it takes until you can swim again?"

Fizz struggled to come up with an answer - the gears in his head were spinning at full speed, yet his mind was as blank as ever. "You make a good point..." He conceded. "But I still don't want to lose all that I've gained. Why should I go to this lab?"

Finally, Teemo had an ace up his sleeve. "Kled's already there."

"I'm in." Fizz immediately swam over to the rocks and clambered on top of them. It was surprising to the ocean yordle how unchallenging the act was, making it back up to the top without breaking a sweat.

Teemo was also surprised, though for a completely different reason. "Are you seriously horny right now?"

Fizz instantaneously dropped his gaze to his groin, observing just how hard and throbbing his cock was. "Whoops, forgot about that! Guess being around you for the last little bit has gotten me all hot and bothered." He pressed down on the tip with a finger, pointing it in the direction of the cream-furred yordle. "For the record, I do think you look genuinely hot."

Try as he might, Teemo couldn't halt the rosy blush spreading across his face - not like he could actually halt an involuntary action. "Yeah, yeah. You're just trying to butter me up to get on my good side."

"No, you've got me all wrong. I genuinely mean what I'm saying!" Fizz's genuine smile turned lecherous as an idea crossed his mind. "If you wanna, we can have a little fun before hitting the road."

"I'll pass." Teemo declined in a disinterested manner. "Now lemme tell you where you need to go."

Fizz held his arms to stop the other yordle, his eyes slightly bugged out. "Oh, heh, I don't suppose you mind if I crank one out before I leave?"

Truthfully, Teemo wanted to chew out the aquatic yordle for wasting a lot of his valuable time but seeing as he finally got Fizz on the same page, he was willing to let this slide. "If it gets you moving faster, then by all means go for it."

"Awesome!" Fizz cheered, throwing his fist in the air in celebration. Looking around momentarily, he located the ideal spot to go to town on his junk and got comfortable. His cock and balls were the biggest they'd ever been, and they enticed him to explore them. He gingerly caressed them, lovingly fondling himself while a moan escaped past his lips. His hand felt his heartbeat through the cockflesh, causing it to throb in his grasp. His heart was aflutter - he had to go on further.

Amazingly to the amphibious yordle, he couldn't hold his dick with just one hand - the first time he got to experience that. He moved both hands in tandem, feeling twin veins snake along his shaft. His cumpipe bulged a bit to signal that pre was on its way, which drooled from his tip in rivulets down his length. He used the cock ooze as lubricant, letting his hands slide all over his engorged prick.

It was time, he decided, that he'd get right into it. Quickly working himself up to a steady pace, Fizz pumped his fleshy rod like he'd never done before. He loved how he needed both hands to encircle it and could only imagine just how much better if it were bigger. The craving for size was there and all that stood in his way was a simple release. Not a problem.

His thrusts sped up until he was practically pistoning his cock into his hands, using as much of his hips as he could to get off. His plump balls continuously slapped against his legs, not that he minded in the slightest. If anything, the constant crashing of his testicles into his meaty quads only stimulated him further.

Eventually it got to a point where he was jackhammering his crotch rocket into his grasp in an attempt to blow his load. His breathing had intensified tenfold, his teeth were gritted as he pushed himself as hard as he could, every muscle on his body tensed and bulged as the pressure built up in his taint. All his efforts were about to be rewarded as he felt his balls pull up, indicating that the floodgates were opening up.

Fizz cried out in intense pleasure as jizz shot out of his cockhead, splattering itself onto the rocks in front of him. It was the largest orgasm he'd ever had, but not the largest he would have, which he eagerly looked forward to. His cum tanks took some time to drain as they had been positively roiling with seed the entirety of his masturbation session. A few moments had passed before the rocky plateau he'd situated himself on was almost entirely painted a pearly white.

"Aahh!" Fizz exclaimed in satisfaction, letting himself collapse on the pile of rocks that propped up his body. He chuckled wheezily as his tongue lolled out of his mouth, contented that he got rid of the heat between his legs. It also excited him that it would soon be replaced with another, but oh so welcome, heat.

The amphibious yordle could feel it - the warmth that washed over him like the ocean waves lapping at the sandy shores of the beach beside him. It was a blanket of familiar comfort that he gladly received as if it were a regifted present that he genuinely looked forward to. The way it massaged his tired muscles felt heavenly, especially since he knew what came next.

Fizz's whole body spasmed simultaneously before relaxing again, then his muscles would repeat the uncontrollable motion while he laid back and enjoyed the ride. Every muscle would flex to its fullest extent before releasing again, only they would retain the size. He absolutely swelled with bulk that engorged itself with blood in order to grow bigger, as evident by the pencil-thick veins that formed on his beefier arms and legs. Even his genitals got in on the action, bloating up to a size that the average yordle would find excessive, while he thought there was room for improvement.

As like everything else in life, all good things must come to an end. As much as Fizz was saddened that his growth ended, it still left him far huger than he was before. He reveled in his newfound stature, taking the opportunity to feel himself up. Whereas before his size was a match for Teemo's - who had himself grown bigger after blowing his load back in Ionia - Fizz now surpassed that and was on his way to reaching the sheer breadth of Rumble and Ziggs. No doubt he'd look to surpass even them if he were able to.

While all of this was taking place, Teemo had wandered to the furthest point on the outcropping away from the other yordle and taken it upon himself to explore the area. It wasn't so much that he was interested in any of the rocks he was on, it was just that he didn't want to get himself worked up and succumb to his urges as well. He was already disappointed that he let himself go once today and didn't need it happening again.

It took him a few moments to realize that he didn't hear moaning anymore, giving him the cue to meander his way back to the ocean yordle. He already braced himself with what he expected to see, so it was no surprise to him that the other yordle had been beefed up even further. "Okay, so you're done now, right?"

"Yeah." Came Fizz's breathy response. He wore a look of pure self-gratification, much to the chagrin of the cream-furred yordle. "Dude, this is awesome! Look how huge I am now!"

"Yeah, amazing." Teemo rubbed the side of his face. "Look, are you ready to go or not?"

"Yeah, yeah, gimme a moment." Fizz pushed himself onto his side, then used his newly acquired strength to right himself. The sensation of his increased weight hit him like a ton of bricks, not like that would even phase him at this point. "Oh my god," he exclaimed as he looked himself over, "I look great!" He gave off a few poses and felt how his muscles pressed against each other as they were flexed before turning to the ocean. Like he's had this body his whole life, Fizz jumped and plunged headfirst into the blue waters below him.

Teemo took the time to bring his stress levels down, taking in a bunch of deep breaths and letting them out again. After a long day like today, he was actually seriously thinking about jumping in the ocean and relaxing for a bit. As much as he'd like to, he knew he couldn't.

Fizz used his gargantuan quads to propel him in different configurations around the sea before ultimately turning back towards the rocks. It amazed him how easily he was able to incorporate his new bulk into his swimming style. Climbing up the rocky face was easier than ever as his strength was more than capable of getting him back onto solid ground. "And I'm ready." He announced to Teemo.

"Good!" A smile wormed its way onto Teemo's face for the first time since interacting with the aquatic yordle. "Alright, lemme explain where the lab is." As Fizz preferred to travel by water, the scout couldn't just write down the directions like he did for Kennen. He stood there for ten straight, agonizing minutes painstakingly charting out the most ideal path that the other yordle could take. Fizz, much to Teemo's surprise, was an excellent listener and was able to relay everything that was said to him in the order it was dictated. He bid the cream-furred yordle goodbye and set off.

As much as Teemo wanted to cheer and holler that he somehow managed to get through that exhausting exchange, he knew his work wasn't over yet. These last two yordles weren't the only ones Kled slept with, meaning he'd have more trekking across the lands in his future.

His only problem now was that he had no idea where to even look.