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"Remind me again why we're here." Ziggs rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration. The earring that he wore glinted in the sunlight that pierced its way through the dense tree top canopies.

Kled pulled his battle helm off in an attempt to cool down in the midday heat, wicking the sweat off his brow with a hand. "Don't ask me, I ain't got a clue why we're here."

"Teemo, you gotta know what's going on." Rumble sighed as he looked over to the cream-furred yordle, his expression one of annoyance.

"I know _why_we're here," Teemo forcefully exhaled through his nose, "but I don't know why _we're_here."

The response left Rumble mightily unimpressed. "Alright, that was genuinely unhelpful. Thanks for that."

"You're here because I need to whip you maggots into shape, bro!" An unseen voice shouted out from behind one of the nearby trees. It got the yordles' attention, as well as their curiosity piqued as to who it could be. That's when the owner of the voice stepped out into the open, shocking the others.

Their gazes fell upon none other than the Swole Scout, who looked like what would happen if one took the mass of five yordles and stuffed it into one body. He was incredibly muscular, with heaps of muscle mass packed onto every part of his body that it was allowed to go on. The fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt only accentuated his statuesque appearance, though that was only because there wasn't a shirt in all of the Spirit World that could fit his prodigious chest. His pants weren't far behind either - the bottoms he wore appeared to be nearly stretched to their limit, looking practically painted onto his lower half.

The only other articles of clothing that he wore were a slick pair of shades and an olive-green army helmet that gave him a particularly gruff presentation, though, while the belt that was wrapped around his waist fit the look to a T, it was ultimately more of a decorative piece than a functional one.

The other yordles couldn't believe what they were seeing. They were all frozen in place with their mouths in various states of gape, all except for Teemo who instead was palming his face with both hands.

After a moment, Rumble finally felt compelled to see what the other's reactions were, only to look around and see that none of the others had budged. "No one else is gonna say anything? Okay." He dramatically cleared as if delivering an important address. "Uh, what the fuck?"

"Wait," Ziggs whipped his attention to the blue-furred yordle, "you mean you've never seen him before? You literally still live in Bandle City."

"I don't come around to the training grounds very often." Rumble gestured with his hands to emphasize how obvious he felt that the sentiment was. "Like, at all."

"Well, it's time you runts showed up more often." Swole Scout pointed at the four of them. "You guys are a disgrace, bro!"

Kled was still very much confused at the whole situation, especially why he was one of the people selected. "Why the hell do I gotta do this shit? I ain't even live here no more!"

Teemo turned his head to the cavalier. "What about your vacation home?"

Kled eyes nearly bugged out of his socket, almost dropping his headgear in the process. "Don't tell him about that!" He growled in a hushed whisper.

"It doesn't matter where you live, bro. When you're out there, wherever you are, you're repping Bandle City." Swole Scout slammed his closed fist twice into one of his meaty pectorals.

"Yeah," Ziggs narrowed his eyes at the larger yordle, "that's, uh, not exactly my biggest concern considering where I'm currently from."

Swole Scout scoffed, crossing his brawny arms along his barrel chest. "Then your priorities are backwards, dweeb."

The flippant remark irked Rumble. "Dude, half of us are older than you. Show some respect."

"Respect these glutes!" With a speed that belied his bulk, Swole Scout pivoted one-hundred-and-eighty degrees with a slight jump and showed off his backside, flexing his dimpled ass cheeks. The tension that the fabric of his pants was experiencing nearly threatened to shred it to bits.

If it were at all possible, Rumble would be even more bothered by the contemptuous display of the other yordle. "That's it, I'm outta here."

Swole Scout whirled back around in an instant. "Oh no, you're not going anywhere looking like that, bro."

Ziggs placed his hand on his friend's shoulder. "Come on, the faster we do this, the faster we can leave."

"I hope this don't take long." Kled muttered under his breath. "I got shit ta do this afternoon."

"Um, you do know that I'm the most experienced scout around, right?" Teemo's uneasiness could be read upon his face. "I did scout training ages ago and passed with flying colours."

Swole Scout shook his head. "Naw, this ain't your grandpa's training. I got something different in mind." He eyed the other yordles through his sunglasses. "All of you, follow me." The four of them glanced at each other - unsure of what to expect - but ultimately trailed behind the larger yordle. "My boot camp is run a bit differently to what the others normally go through." He stated before stopping in front of a large clearing. "Behold!" He stretched his arms out to show his recruits what he had planned for them - working out with actual gym equipment that he 'borrowed' for the time being.

Kled was absolutely flabbergasted at what he was seeing, struggling to even come up with the words necessary to describe it. "What the hell is all this crap?!"

"You know what? Never mind." Ziggs announced to the blue-furred yordle beside him as soon as he saw the machines. "Let's leave."

As soon as Rumble saw the various apparatuses placed equal space apart his hand instantaneously slapped his forehead without him even thinking about it. "Where did he even get this junk!?"

"Oh, I know where." Ziggs snorted, not even in the mood for exercise. "I just don't know how he got away with taking it all."

Teemo sighed and padded over to where his fellow scout stood. "Hey, listen. I know that you think we'd put... whatever all this is to good use, but I don't think that we need to. We all have our own strengths that help us get through tough times in ways that others can't. That's why yordles work together!" He beamed at the larger yordle.

"No way, bro." Swole Scout poked a finger into Teemo's soft pelt. "You're all worthless and weak, and I gotta be the one to toughen you up." He flexed a bicep right under Teemo's nose so that his fur on his split-peak bis could tickle the cream-furred yordle's nostrils. "You want massive arms like mine?"

"Uh," Teemo politely pushed away the appendage that invaded his personal space, "not particularly, no."

"Oh." Swole Scout genuinely didn't anticipate getting that answer. "Well, you're gonna in the end."

Teemo slapped his face in disappointment. "Great..." He took his place at the only apparatus that wasn't accounted for - something called a 'Horizontal Seated Leg Press', whatever that is.

"Hold on, this stuff's meant for humans." Ziggs declared, looking over the 'Ab Crunch Machine' that he was stationed at. "We actually can't work these things!"

Hearing that made Kled jump from his 'Chest Press', which he had no clue how to use anyway. "Sweet, that means we ain't gotta do this!"

"Nah, bro, it's all adjustable." Swole Scout ambled over to where the tan-furred yordle was standing and fiddled with his equipment, modifying it until it was perfectly yordle-sized. "See?"

Ziggs' ears drooped nearly as much as his shoulders did upon seeing that he now could use the machine. "Aw, nuts."

"Yeah, but these weights weigh more than we do!" Teemo gulped when he saw the numbers climb with each successive weight. Could humans really move this many pounds with just a single part of their body alone?

"They weigh more than you, maybe." Swole Scout smirked.

Rumble grunted as he fiddled with the handle to his 'Cable Biceps and Triceps Bar', struggling to get his hands on both sides of the gripped bar at the same time. "If I'm really gonna do this, can I get something easier to hold onto? My arms don't reach that far."

"Yeah, no problem. I can fix that." In addition to accommodating the mechanic, Swole Scout took the opportunity to correct the problems at every station. "There, that should do it!" He smiled at his handiwork, satisfied that there'd be no further issues.

The others were less than pleased in being forced into exercising using equipment that they've never seen before. Nevertheless, they all took the appropriate positions, grumbling out their dissatisfaction every chance they got.

Ziggs was already going red in the face trying to get his machine to even budge. The hexplosives expert yanked and pulled and tugged as hard as he could, yet no progress was made. It made him wonder if it was busted even with the assurance that the larger yordle gave him. He knew that he wasn't going to be able to move even ten pounds, so he had no clue why he was pushing himself so hard in trying. This was genuinely impossible!

Rumble, similarly, was having very little, if no, luck with his exercise. The bar had been replaced with one he could actually use, sure, but that didn't mean that the workout became any easier. Like the tan-furred yordle, he couldn't move the initial ten pounds that the apparatus started out on. He tried both pulling and pushing the bar down, but neither generated sufficient enough force to make a difference. He couldn't believe that he was stuck already.

Teemo made the cutest grunts as he tried pushing the large, flat foot pad with all the might his little body could muster. It didn't matter if he put more pressure on one foot or the other or even both at the same time, he wasn't going anywhere. There was one instance where he swore that he felt the pad move slightly, but there wasn't any possible way that he could keep it held in that place for very long. He was tiring himself out before he could even do one rep - he hoped that this wasn't going in his personal scout file.

Finally, there was Kled, who was experiencing absolutely nothing happening just like the others around him. It was abundantly obvious how positively futile this whole thing was, but he knew that he couldn't just stop - that drill sergeant of a yordle would be on his ass in an instant. Not even pushing with his feet did anything to budge his handles, though watching Teemo would've told him how useless that was. He laboured to come up with a battle that he took part in that could stack up with this, but ultimately came up empty-handed.

Literally minutes had passed before the four yordles reconvened, each about to pass out. They were panting as if they'd just run across one of the continents with sweat dripping through their fur, matting it as it went along.

"I'm gonna die." Rumble pressed his hand to his chest, able to feel his heartbeat.

Ziggs was fanning himself with his helmet, yet that did little to help his current situation. "I think I'm already dying."

Kled was bent over on his hands and knees, wheezing like his lungs had stopped working. "Noxus ain't got nothing on this..." He collapsed onto the soft ground beneath him.

Teemo took a different approach, slowly walking his way over to the other scout, who was busy shaking his head at the sorry display. "Glenn, you have got to go easy on us. We're not used to this like you are."

Swole Scout's sunglasses nearly slid off of his nose, revealing that his eyes had gone wide as saucers. "Hey, hey, not so loud! I got a reputation to uphold, you know?" He disclosed in a quiet mumble, pushing his shades back up into position. "You can't just be calling me by my real name now."

"Sorry." Teemo grunted, feeling like that wasn't the most important thing to worry about at the moment. "I just don't think this whole idea of yours - whatever you're trying to do - is going to work." He gestured a hand to the others, who had each taken a seat on the dirt in an effort to exert as little energy as possible. "We're all exhausted, and we couldn't even do anything!"

Swole Scout just stood there with his chin cupped by his index finger and thumb, deep in thought. "Okay, this might actually be harder than I thought it would be." It took a few moments to pass but he finally got a brilliant idea. "Tell the others not to go anywhere. I'll be right back."

"I don't think that'll be a problem..." Teemo stated, watching the muscular yordle jog off into the magical woods. He went and took his place with the others, spending all the stamina that he had left into trying to stay conscious. This became much easier when he let himself fall onto his back.

"Alright, I'm back." Swole Scout came bounding back to the clearing, only he didn't come like he left. In his arms were a bunch of small, identical boxes, which he then gave to each of the other yordles.

Kled looked at the familiar-looking carton in disbelief, feeling just about done with the whole experience. "Juice? Are ya serious right now?"

"Oh, this ain't no ordinary juice, bro." Swole Scout chuckled, then held up one for the rest to see. "Heh, I used to be like you - couldn't even lift a puffcap. But then, I found 'Shake: by Purpleberry.'" He tore off the straw attached to the outside of the container and jammed it in it's appropriate slot, sucking down the contents in a single gulp. "It's got all the right stuff a yordle needs to go from 'zero' to 'hero'. So when you've had a hard workout, fuel up with 'Shake,' and become the buffest of bros, like me!"

"Wait, wait, wait. I know this." Rumble looked at the box in his hand, realizing why it was so recognizable to him. "There's a print ad for this stuff. He literally just recited the script from the advertisement!"

Ziggs just stared at the larger yordle in incredulity. "Dude, did you literally drag all of us here just to sell us your product?"

"No way, dork. You're all a bunch of wimps and I gotta get you all into shape!" Swole Scout dropped his arms into a 'most muscular' pose, though none of the other yordles were particularly impressed with his antics. "I'm just not one to pass up a golden business opportunity."

Rumble looked at the muscular yordle and then back down to the purple box in his hand. "Really? You know that we're all adults here, right?" He stabbed the straw through it's prearranged hole. "You couldn't have gotten us glasses to drink from?"

Swole Scout could only sigh from the blue-furred yordle's complaining, pinching the bridge of his nose in the process. "Just drink from the damn carton, bro."

Every single one of the other yordles looked at each other before shrugging and taking a hesitant sip from the box, and every single one had the same disgusted reaction to what their taste buds were telling them.

Without direct input from his brain, Kled's face shriveled up after downing a much larger gulp than he wanted to take. "Oh man, that's foul!"

"Did you seriously make this stuff?" Rumble looked down at the drink in amazement that something packaged and marketed so amazingly well could be hiding an almost unpalatable product.

Swole Scout threw his arms across his chest. "Yup. It's patent pending, of course."

Kled grimaced before going back and finishing his shake. "I hope ya don't expect ta sell any of this shit."

"Yep, that's an acquired taste." Teemo plugged his nose as he chugged the rest of the drink. "Not even my mushrooms taste this bad."

"Eh, I can't say that it's the worst thing I've ever had. It's not... good, per se, but it's not horrible." Ziggs sighed and squeezed the rest of the liquid into his open mouth. "Beats the fuck out of getting splashed in the face with sump water, that's for sure."

Rumble looked at the chemist with concern. "You guys don't actually drink that stuff, do you?"

Ziggs couldn't help but let a laugh escape past his lips. "No. God no!" It took a moment for him to calm down entirely. "But there's still worse food and drink out there than this."

"What can I say?" Swole Scout shrugged his boulder shoulders. "No pain, no gain."

"Uh..." Ziggs' apprehension was plainly visible upon his face. "You don't actually have to think that way anymore. We have the technology to make our lives way more convenient now than ever before."

"Ah, you're just finding excuses now." Swole scout dismissed the smaller yordle with a wave of his hand. "Okay, bros, you gotta give it some time for the shake to work it's magic." He brought his fist up into a pump. "Then you'll be ready to push yourselves harder than ever before."

Teemo rubbed his eyes with his fingers. "Didn't we literally just do that?"

"I'm too old fer this shit." Kled grumbled to no one in particular.

Ziggs stared at the white-furred yordle with a knowing look. "Dude, you're not that old."

That got Kled to palm his face. "Why the hell do you guys keep trying ta expose me like this?"

"You know what? I'll be the first to admit it." Rumble threw his arms up in the air. "I actually do feel better now."

"Ah, that's just you." Kled mumbled.

Teemo shook his head. "No, I don't think that it is. I'm actually feeling the same way as well."

"Aw shit..." Ziggs' hands fell in the spot between his legs. "Yeah, I feel it too."

"That's right, bros. That's the power of the Purpleberry Shake." Swole Scout grabbed another box for himself and drank the entire thing again in a matter of seconds. "This stuff will put hair on your scrawny chests."

A bit incredulous, Rumble side-eyed the other before turning his attention back to the muscular yordle. "But we all have that already."

"Then you'll get hairier!" As if to show off his own fluffy pectorals, Swole Scout brought his arms in so that his slabs of meat protruded out more than any other yordle was capable of. "Now let's see you guys get back to it."

The four of them groaned again but did as they were told as they went back to their stations. None of them expected to make any progress but were just humouring the larger yordle who had gone to do a thousand pullups of his own with the sturdiest branch that he could find.

All that could be heard coming from Kled was a bevy of gripes and groans as he remounted his machine. He didn't see the point and wasn't expecting much, if anything, to happen. His whole course of action was to try really hard for a bit, fail spectacularly, and then leave because this entire thing was a pointless waste of time. Sighing in annoyance, he gripped the handles and took a deep breath before pushing with all his might.

The handles actually moved. It wasn't a tiny amount of movement either; the white-furred yordle had gone and pivoted the apparatus' arm as far as he could make it go, actually completing one full rep. The act had stunned him into silence and frozen him in place, his eyes locked forward to where his hands had fully extended. "What the..." The best part of all was that he didn't even feel the weight like he did before, now thinking that it was too light for him.

None of this felt real to Kled, who'd let the arm come back to its resting position. He looked over to the weights and noticed that there was a metal peg in the top weight that could be inserted into the hole of another one, which he intuited would carry all the ones above it. Being overly cautious, he only moved the weight down one hole to twenty pounds, thinking that that would be enough. One test rep later revealed that, while there was now a bit of resistance, it still wasn't enough. So he moved the peg down again, and again, and again, until finally he reached a weight that felt right to him.

It was a similar story over at Ziggs' station, who was in the midst of working his belly like he never had before. He was amazed that he could genuinely feel his core muscles in action as he strained himself with a weight far heavier than what he was using before. Even then, he didn't let that stop him, almost considering upping it even further. He had a ton of energy to burn off at the moment, so he figured that it only made sense to try and push himself as far as he could go.

Teemo was busy working up a wicked sweat as he propelled his feet forward, pushing the footpad to its limit and resting there before bringing it back and doing it again. By virtue of the legs being the strongest group of muscles on one's body, the cream-furred yordle knew that he was using the most weight out of the four of them exercising. He was in a Zen-like trance as his legs oscillated in a rhythm, with his breathing syncing up to it as well.

Last - but certainly not least - was Rumble, who was like a machine in his own right. He might have been on the smaller side initially, but he more than made up for it with how much weight he was dealing with. The mechanic completed ten full reps consisting of pulling the bar down before doing another ten where he pushed it, then just repeated it all over again. He wasn't exactly sure how long he was meant to be doing this, but he was going to make his workout count for something. He doubted that he - or any of the others for that matter - would be getting this kind of motivation again.

A solid fifteen minutes of uninterrupted exertion played out, with the only thing being heard amongst the four yordles being many, many grunts. Eventually, however, they all grew tired and decided to stop for the moment and have a break. This led to them meeting up again, only this time was far different from the encounter earlier.

"Guys, look." Ziggs had stripped out of his jacket and lifted up his sweat-stained undershirt. "I have abs!" He excitedly bounced up and down, giggling the entire time. "I've never had abs for as long as I've been alive."

Rumble inspected the other yordle's core before poking it, not feeling his finger dent the flesh. "You've got abs, and yet your gut still remains."

"It's like I'm fated to have one at all times." Ziggs chortled, letting his shirt drop down again. "I don't mind. In fact, it looks kinda powerful."

"Well, you don't need to do anything special to do what I got to build up." Clad in the tank top that he'd worn under his coat when he came here, Rumble lifted his arms into a flex, showing off the actually incredible bicep peak that he now sported. "Whaddya think?" He shot the tan-furred yordle a cocky grin.

Ziggs couldn't lie, he was incredibly impressed, and maybe a little turned on right now. "Ooh, I do like that!"

"If you like that, then you're gonna love this!" Rumble turned his back to the chemist but clasped his hands together, now displaying his bulging triceps.

"Yeah, arms are nice," Teemo smirked, "but the real power is in the legs." Teemo tensed both his quads and calves, making his slacks begin to contour lovingly around his muscles. "Look, my pants aren't so baggy anymore!"

"Naw, you guys got it all wrong." Kled pulled his warrior regalia open, the clasps coming undone in an instant. Now he was standing in front of the other three with his torso completely exposed, presenting his stuffed pectorals to the world. "Get a load of my chest!" He groped at the sweat-matted slab of beef. "It's so... firm."

Rumble tensed up his arm before letting it rest, doing so a few times with an uneasy expression on his face. "Why does this feel so weird though?"

Ziggs perked up at the inquiry. "Oh, I know this. I think we're experiencing what the humans call..." The answer was on the tip of his tongue. "Oh, what the hell was it?" He snapped his fingers a few times in thought, finally reaching the word he was looking for. "Right, a 'pump!'"

"I guess it is accurate ta call us pumped up." Kled chuckled self-assuredly as he rubbed his hands all over his pecs. It was only then that he looked up, getting shocked at the sight before him that the others hadn't noticed yet. "Uh, we ain't the only ones ta get bigger."

"Hmm?" Ziggs didn't know what to expect when he turned around.

"Holy shit!" Rumble's eyes went wide as saucers.

Standing there in front of the others was Swole Scout, back from doing his thousand pullups and more jacked than he was previously. The most noticeable thing was that his traps had risen higher than any yordle would ever think possible, getting close to his ears. His chest had been packed with even more beef, shunting his nipples to the bottom of his pecs where they faced straight down. His torso barely tapered any, showing off his cobblestone abs in all their glory. Those quads of his looked ready to burst from the fabric they were encased in, fighting with the large bulge between them for what little room was left there.

Gone was most of his attire, save for his shades and pants. "Now that's what I call real progress. I don't think I can call you dweebs anymore." Veins snaked along his swollen arms and pecs, throbbing in time with his heartbeat.

"That's..." Teemo rubbed the back of his neck. "That's good."

Swole Scout took a good, long look at the others, genuinely proud of what they accomplished in such a short amount of time. That brief moment of satisfaction came to an end, however, as he heard a giant rip come from one side of his legs. "Aw, bro. I really liked these pants." He looked down to see where it happened - only realizing that he genuinely couldn't - and, shrugging his cannonball-like shoulders, tore his trousers right off completely. What remained of his clothing was now just a lime green speedo that barely contained his junk.

Rumble felt his cheeks take on a deep shade of crimson red when he saw the overly-buff yordle's meat crammed into such a tiny covering. "Uhhh..." His brain tripped over itself trying to find a way out of the situation before his own meat sprung to life. "Is anyone else thirsty."

"Actually, I could go for some more of that shake now that you mention it." Ziggs nodded.

Kled rolled his eyes and sighed. "Yeah, I guess I'll take some too."

Teemo whipped his head around to the blue-furred yordle, an agitated look in his eye. "Please, let's."

The four of them went back to the stash and each grabbed one of the containers. It took them no time at all to get it punctured with the straw and to chug it down, which they all happened to do without grimacing this time.

"Okay," Kled exhaled as he squeezed the last drop from his box, "that went down way better this time."

Rumble examined his container thoroughly, confused as to why he didn't abjectly hate it. "Yeah, it wasn't nearly as bad."

"Maybe we just went in knowing what we were in for." Teemo placed his finished carton with all the other empties.

Ziggs groaned, rubbing his eyes. "I told you guys that it wasn't that bad."

"Yeah, maybe you're right." Rumble tossed his box onto the rest, not even looking where he was aiming. "At least this means that we don't have to go back to exercising."

"Oh, you bet your sweet ass you're going back, bro." Swole Scout stated, his package twitching at the sight of his recruits.

That only got the four of them to grumble and mutter under their breaths, but they all acquiesced and went back to their stations. What was amazing to them, however, was that their routines were now even easier than before, with the yordles nearly pushing themselves to maximum capacity. Kled's chest had never been more swollen as he pumped it as hard as he could. Teemo felt like he could now stakeout for hours with how much strength his legs now possessed. Ziggs was an ab crunching machine, much like the one he was using. All of them had never felt better and could keep going for ages if their bodies let them.

All except for Rumble. He slowly let go of the bar and hunched over while clutching his gut. Something felt really off to him, as if his body was reacting to the drink that he had earlier. "Guys, something feels weird."

"Like?" Ziggs hopped off his apparatus and hurried over to the other yordle, wanting to help his friend with whatever was wrong but couldn't until he knew exactly what was happening.

A bit of panic rising in him, Rumble gripped his chest. "I'm just feeling a bit warm right now." He quickly took off his shirt and shucked his bottoms off, leaving him totally naked as the day he was born. "I'm really sorry about all this."

Teemo shielded his eyes, though it was out of respect for the other yordle. "Should we give you some privacy?"

Rumble didn't respond as he was dealing with the warmth spreading all throughout his body. It was as if a blanket of lava was washing over him, igniting his soul as it crept over his limbs. He actually found it quite soothing once it reached his muscles, letting them tense and relax. That was then that he noticed that his muscles were relaxing at a much bigger size than they were before, like they retained the size they were when fully flexed.

That was happening all over his body, making it so that it looked like his arms weren't the only thing that he'd worked out. His chest puffed out with every breath that he took, tacking on mass like that was what they were made for. His legs similarly followed suit, bloating with muscle like his quads and calves were the obscenest balloons imaginable.

Rumble's flat tummy grew into thick abs that punched themselves into existence, giving him a shredded look that he'd never had in his life. His lats flared out like wings, dominating his back like nothing else. His traps - though not as big as his trainer's - were already much larger than what he'd started with moments ago. And finally, his ass surged with size as well, making them into dimpled glutes whenever he tensed them up.

There was now only one last thing for him to experience growing, even though it wasn't a muscle group - his cock and balls. They enlarged themselves at an astonishing rate, fattening up until they reached an appropriate size for a yordle of Rumble's caliber. He now possessed a monolithic spire of masculine virility that jutted from his crotch with pendulous, knee-slapping balls to accompany it.

"Woah!" Ziggs exclaimed, totally into what was happening before his very eyes.

Rumble's gaze was entirely fixed on his now massive chest, which had actually partially obscured his view of the ground below him. "Dude, this is awesome!" His dick plumped up to full mast and slapped him on the underside of his pecs. "I gotta be honest, I kinda really like this. Though I'd definitely like it more if I wasn't called 'bro' every thirty seconds." He side-eyed his trainer.

"Hey, no fair. I want that!" Kled shouted, actually upset that something that cool wasn't happening to him. As if on cue, he moaned as a warmth shot through his system. He didn't even get a chance to get the rest of his clothes off before his transformation began. Just as quickly as the mechanic had ballooned with size, so too did he feel himself bulging with newly piled on muscle mass, which he made sure to promptly show off to the others. "Heh, check me out!"

Like the other yordle, his manmeat underwent its own transformation. While he was never one to care before whether or not he was small in that department, it became apparent that he'd never have to worry about that again. His rock-hard phallus engorged itself with nourishing blood, swelling until it looked about as big as a regular yordle's arm. He used one hand to stroke his embiggened pole to erection.

Teemo was already in the process of growing himself, not getting to see the end of Kled's development when his body said that it was his turn. It felt alien to him at first, but soon felt so right as he grew bulkier all over. As the smallest member of the group, his frame actually had to widen a fair bit just to tack on more heft, to which he had no complaints with. It made him look bigger in his eyes, as the ratio of his height to his width was much closer to 'one' than the others would ever reach. "Alright, this is different." He brought a closed fist up near his shoulder, savouring the sensation of his now split-peak bicep bulging up greatly.

His python, too, slithered awake from the overwhelmingly amazing sensation pulsing through him. It fluttered to life, growing with every beat of his heart. It felt as though the entirety of the heat had concentrated in his nether regions, encouraging not only his endowment, but his balls too to surge with size. In spite of being the smallest among the yordles there, he was now sporting almost the largest genitalia amongst them. He felt quite proud!

Finally, there was Ziggs, who was nearly finishing up his own growth spurt. The tan-furred yordle giggled profusely as he cupped a heavy pec in each hand and breathed in and out, feeling it heave with every inhale and exhale. Unlike the others he wasn't able to fully get rid of his belly, although that didn't matter as it instead hardened into a domed tortoise shell of a gut that was diamond-hard, making him take up that much more space.

His shaft pumped up like the others, but, unlike theirs, his was far girthier in exchange for some length. He could feel it bloat in his grasp, coaxing a horny groan to escape his throat. It eventually got to the point where he could no longer encircle it with the fingers on one hand, much to his delight. Eventually a vein throbbed into existence and made the cock look like the log it was destined to be. It had to contour around his ample abgut, but he didn't care in the slightest. "Oh man, Heimerdinger would love this!"

Rumble wore a confused expression after hearing that. "Why though?" That comment struck him as particularly odd. "I don't think he'd be interested in this at all."

"Oh..." Ziggs' cheeks burned a deep, scarlet red. "Uh, he'd want to... figure out what the catalyst for our growth is!" He gulped, hoping that his excuse would be bought. "Yes!"

Rumble quirked a brow upon hearing that, but his prodigious length shot out a glob of preseed. "I'm beginning to think that you guys did more than just run experiments together."

Ziggs smirked, not thinking it was a big deal. "Hey, we had a lot of free time, okay?"

"Evidently." Rumble licked his lips. "And here I thought that the pair of you were innocently performing experiments together."

Ziggs shot the other yordle a knowing look. "Oh, we did a lot of experimenting." He gripped his prodigious length in a lust-filled display.

"I, uh..." Rumble gulped, arousal coursing through his system as his gaze trailed down the tan-furred yordle's wide torso, paying especially close attention to that log of yordle fuckmeat. His amorousness was getting the better of him, uncontrollably making him inch closer to the other beefcake. "I can understand what he sees in you." He reached out and grabbed a hold of his friend's thick arm, feeling how diamond-hard it was in spite of it being at rest. "You've got a lot of power in these limbs. I bet he'd go wild for you right now."

"Rumble," Ziggs giggled, though ending on a needy huff, "that only happened now." He'd be lying if he said that he didn't love the attention, though the head of his shaft leaking copious amounts of pre would dispel anyone thinking otherwise. "He hasn't seen me like this."

Rumble smirked. "Yet." He added, his own rock-hard endowment drooling translucent precum in rivulets down the length. "I bet he'd beg you to get up close and personal." His words oozed the sexually charged hunger that he felt bubble up deep within him.

"You mean like this?" Ziggs caressed one of the mechanic's traps with a hand, though he stopped to feel how firm it really was.

Now fully under the control of his libido, Rumble lovingly grazed the other yordle's cheek. "Exactly." It was at that moment that he reached around to the back of the chemist's head and pulled him forward into a passionate kiss, having to angle forward slightly due to the sheer amount of bulk crammed onto their chests.

They groped and fondled each other while making out, letting their hands wander around the creviced landscape made by their swollen muscles. They each made passes at the mountainous range of muscle groups that made up their backs, delicately running their fingers around each individual one in turn. Things got a bit more heated, and they found themselves grabbing just a bit harder, especially their winglike lats. The mental image of how wide those muscles made them caused their cocks to shoot another glob of pre against their torsos, mixing with each other before falling unceremoniously to the ground.

Kled, meanwhile, was enjoying the intense show going on, feeling feverish in his own regard. With a single puff and an electrical tingle ripping up his spine, his eyes dropped to Teemo's ass and grabbed it, finding himself totally enamored with how bottom heavy the cream-furred yordle had gotten. "Ya know, those guys don't hafta be the only ones having fun."

Teemo shuddered at the touch, the sensation having magnified tenfold from embiggening. "Y-yeah." He nearly choked on his words when he felt his cock throb to attention, indicating just how much he loved being grasped like that. More and more his dimpled rear was touched roughly, which only made him lean in closer and push back into it.

Kled also felt himself involuntarily getting cozier with the other yordle, pressing his colossal pectorals against his massive counterpart's. As much as the two of them would've gotten intimate with each other, they both let their lust take over and jumped straight into stroking each other's cocks. It was like the pair of them were seeing the absolute pinnacle of yordle perfection when they looked at each other, though the other three certainly gave them a run for their money.

"Teemo," Kled's chest heaved with a deep breath to steady himself, his chest swelling and falling, "I-"

Teemo only placed his finger up to the cavalier's lips. "You don't have to say it. I want it too." He tightly gripped the other yordle's raging boner and stroked it slowly, feeling it slicken with each rep.

"G-Good." Kled stammered, a captive to his own arousal. "Then turn around and lemme see what yer working with." He tried to be assertive, but his heart was beating too quickly to keep up the charade. He was doubtlessly experiencing a feeling that he'd never felt before, one that ignited his soul and messed with his thoughts. Was this... could this be love that he felt?

Swole Scout sat on a nearby log and watched the entire event unfold in front of him, pleased as all get out. "Yeah, now they got it." He breathed heavily as he groped his own prodigious pec, his fat nipple between his index and middle fingers. While he didn't have a partner of his own, he could definitely get in on the fun in his own way. He slid his thumbs under the band of his speedos and tugged them down off his feet, freeing his hefty log of yordle fuckmeat and started going to town on it. These recruits were exactly what he was looking for and he couldn't have requested better ones.

Both Rumble and Ziggs had begun growling with need in their kiss, their tongues dancing vigorously with the other. Each of their bodies was tensed up as much as possible, flexing against the other as they mashed their sweat-matted furry pelts together.

Ziggs' hands had migrated down to the blue-furred yordle's globular cheeks, squeezing them, and making them flex in his grasp. "Rumble, I-" He broke off the kiss, his breathing unsteady.

"Do it." Rumble commanded into the other yordle's ear. "Fuck my ass. Make me yours." He reached up and grabbed a hold of the other yordle's nips, giving them a light twist.

Ziggs bit his bottom lip to try and contain himself, but a shot of preseed was still forced out. "Oh, you bet I fucking will." He giggled mischievously as he spread those cheeks wider and let his fingers slip in just a bit further, eliciting a sharp gasp from the other man.

"Oh, that's good." Rumble focused on managing his composure as he didn't want to blow his load right then and there. "How about we just..." Placing his hands on the other yordle's wide traps, he pushed down so as to guide his friend to his knees, then pushed on his chest to get him laying down on the ground. "There. Now that's perfect."

Ziggs smirked, seeing what his lover was getting at. "So you're taking control then?" He placed his hands behind his head, showing off his broad lats and hairy pits. His cock was throbbing wildly in the air; the anticipation was killing him.

"Eh, somewhat." Rumble wryly grinned, hunkering down over top of the other yordle. He dug his nose in between those hairy pectorals and lashed his tongue through the sweaty chest fur in an attempt to release all the masculine musk trapped within. "Oh, that's the stuff." He moaned slavishly, all the while grinding his dimpled ass against the other man's fat shaft.

Ziggs groaned in delight as his pec valley was getting the deep cleaning that it sorely needed. "God Rumble, I need to take your ass so badly." He grabbed a hold of each cheek and parted them, allowing his python to slither between them. From there, it was a matter of guiding his hog to the other yordle's winking pucker, lubing it up in the process. Once sufficiently greased up, he eased it in slowly, getting a moan from the both of them.

Teemo and Kled weren't getting quite as fancy as the other two were, instead opting to do things the old fashioned way. The scout had his face down near the ground with his globular ass up in the air with the warrior squeezing his ample cheeks with gusto.

Kled's member dripped with pre, right onto the other yordle's awaiting hole. "Ya ready?" His cock throbbed in his hand in time with his rapid heartbeat.

"I'm the leader of the scouts." Teemo smirked, not able to show his lover due to his bulky neck not letting him turn his head. "I was born ready!" He wiggled his ass enticingly at the white-furred yordle. "Go on, impale me already!"

Kled couldn't even come with a response as he was far too aroused to want to do anything other than fuck the handsome yordle in front of him. He let his sausage slap in between those massive buns a few times - coaxing an embarrassingly whorish moan from the man below him - before lining his tip up with the hungry pucker waiting for him and plunging in.

Teemo immediately lost control of his vocal cords, letting his partner know exactly how he felt about the intrusion. It was a wonder that he hadn't gone and melted then and there, thankful that his arms were already on the ground so that he didn't fall over when they would've inevitably buckled. His legs were feeling something similar, but he managed to maintain his strength enough to stay upright and take the pounding that he was about to receive. It was a surprisingly easy feat considering the fact that he had the most gargantuan legs that any yordle has ever had in existence.

Losing a bit of control himself, Kled's hands slid further from the other yordle's hips than he wanted, ending up clutching the striated muscle on his lover's sides. Every muscle on his body clenched when he pumped his cock inside the other man's hairy ass, but not as much as what his pole was getting within that tight anal cavity. It was squeezed with every thrust, causing him to go half-lidded at times due to the stimulation overloading his brain.

Teemo did everything he could in his position to help the other yordle with his fucking, even going so far as to push back with every hump to keep that juicy rod deep inside him as much as he could. That girthy length was stretching him out more than the toys he had back home, which he knew now would never be sufficient enough for him. Perhaps he could get a mold of Kled's manhood after this was over and have it cast. He knew immediately that it wouldn't be nearly as strong as the real thing, but it excited him thinking of how he could crush it with just his ass alone.

There was nothing but high praise leaving Rumble's lips as he slid along his lover's fat pillar. He was convinced that he could proselytize to several others about the wondrous experience that he was having and easily persuade them to give it a shot themselves. Truth be told, he'd been wanting to do this for quite some time with the scientist, but he'd never gotten the opportunity due to living in, not only two different places, but also two different realms of reality entirely. Maybe now they'd meet up more often...

Ziggs could only let his tongue loll out of his mouth when he felt his prick getting clamped down on by the other yordle's seemingly skilled asshole. His hands were caressing his partner's inner thighs, feeling them flex from touch alone and making his shudder with pleasure. Those fat balls that the mechanic sported slammed down repeatedly onto his abgut, but he actually didn't feel any impact in the slightest.

Kled had since bent down over the yordle underneath him, totally enveloping him in his mighty bulk. His tremendous chest pressed down on that gigantic back, mashing his sweaty pectorals all over those wide lats. His thrusting had picked up speed in an effort to give his partner everything that his balls could produce. He'd never been so turned on in his life and wanted to do this over and over again in the future.

At this point there wasn't anything Teemo could do but lie there and take being plowed up the rear, which he did with aplomb. A goofy grin had spread across his face from ear to fluffy ear as his asshole was now able to swallow up the cavalier's cock with ease, leading to an increase in the pistoning from the heavyset yordle above him. He wished that this would never stop.

Ziggs was feeling the effect of the other yordle's talented hole, having involuntarily shifted his hands' positions to those hips for a better handle on the action. Instead of letting his lover bounce on his shaft to his own rhythm he was subtly driving the motion with a little force of his own. He could tell that he was getting close by the way his taint pulsed with every buck of his pelvis, his crotch rocket throbbing more frequently.

Rumble, similarly, was having trouble holding on. His teeth were gritted as the pressure was building up in his lower half, his ass crashing down faster and faster on the tan-furred yordle's groin. He whimpered as he knew that he wasn't going to last much longer but he still held on as much as he could.

It was only a matter of moments now until Ziggs was going to blow. His face was scrunched up as his thrusting slowed to a crawl, signaling that release was just around the corner. He forced the other yordle down balls deep and cried out loud as his humongous cum tanks unleashed all the potent yordlebatter that they'd been producing this whole time. Considering the size of them, they might just be there for a while.

Rumble followed suit as the flooding of his bowels caused a chain reaction in him, causing his own pendulous orbs to seize and shoot forth many creamy loads of cum. Rope after sticky rope blasted from his tip and covered everything in front of him covered in a thick layer of white, including his lover's face. He could see through the one eye that he still had open that the other yordle had stuck his tongue out to try and catch as much seed as he could, swallowing it whenever he got a full load. If there was anything hotter than that, he had yet to find it.

Like the others, Kled was painfully close to orgasm and just needed a little bit longer to go. He jackhammered into the other yordle's ass like there was no tomorrow, desperate to get off inside him. His balls slammed into the scout's but neither of them cared as the sensation only made them hornier. In his depraved state, he'd actually gone and licked up his lover's bull neck, savouring the masculine taste and craving more.

Teemo could feel the warrior going harder than before and did nothing to stop it because of how fantastic it felt. His face was mashed into his brawny arms, sweating all over his limbs due to the extraordinary exertion he felt. He could feel that his eyes had rolled to the back of his head and his tongue had fallen out of his mouth. Kled's loving ministrations were just about all he needed to go over the edge.

All of a sudden, Kled let out a long, low moan and pressed his crotch flush with his partner's ass, plugging that hole with his monster cock. Cum bulged down his pipe as it geysered from the tip, painting the inside of that cramped anal cavity a pearly white. He was sending forth an absolute deluge of seed in what was the most decidedly amazing ass that he'd ever set his eyes upon - he'd think he was dreaming if he wasn't so viscerally aware of every little sensation.

That was exactly what Teemo needed, letting his pent up testosterone factories burst open the floodgates right onto the ground below him. He found it rather amazing that he was shooting off so much as he was always the smallest one around whenever he was with someone else, so having some of the largest nuts between everyone here made for a cathartic juxtaposition that he was sure to flaunt in the future. No doubt someone would want to shove their face in his musky sac.

Ziggs laid on the ground in absolute bliss, tongue lolling out of his mouth as he panted hard. He was completely spent with his cock throbbing slightly just to make sure that everything he had stored in his balls had been thoroughly evacuated. He brought his hand up to wipe the excessive amounts of cum off of his face, only to stop once he was done in order to lick his appendage clean. It had a pleasant taste to it - a mixture of salty and sweet, almost like it contained the remnants of the shake that they drank earlier.

"Ooh..." Rumble groaned, his chest heaving with the deep breaths that his lungs required after a rough session like that. He collapsed onto the sweaty cum-matted fur of his lover, his cock squished against the hard dome of a gut. Not a care in the world registered that he was getting messy at the moment as he wanted nothing more than the be close to the man who'd given him the best sex that he'd ever had in his life. With his head nestled in the crook of the other yordle's wide neck, it gave him the opportunity to ogle the both of them, where he made a peculiar discovery. "Huh, we didn't get any bigger."

Ziggs ran his hand over the blue-furred yordle's dense frame, actually confirming that what he said was true. "Shame." He ruffled through the other man's extensive mohawk. "The juice must've run its course."

Rumble raised his ass in the air, letting out the yordle fucklog crammed in his ass with a squelch. It crashed unceremoniously onto the other man's gigantic testicles. "If only there was more."

Ziggs lovingly caressed the other yordle's face - a token of appreciation for letting him unload into his ass. "Might have to make a bulk order then."

Kled and Teemo ended up in a different position after they were finished. Now with both of them on the ground, they had gone and mashed their faces together in a lascivious embrace, using their hands to feel up their condensed bulk. It didn't matter if they were rough in doing as they both knew that they could handle whatever the other person gave.

Teemo huffed into the white-furred yordle's mouth, his breath hot and heavy. "I loved that." He squeezed the other man's boulder-like pectoral.

"Yeah," Kled sighed as he let himself get fondled, "I did too." He couldn't stop the rosy blush from appearing on his face. "I, uh... I kinda wanna do that more often." He gulped. "With you specifically."

That made Teemo stop his advances and just grin. "Yeah, I'd like that too." He reached down and grabbed a hold of the other yordle's girthy spire. "Especially because you've got a cock as thick as you do."

Kled's libidinous smirk re-emerged, completely letting the other man grope his swollen form. "I might just wanna do ya again right now."

Just then, a loud moan broke everyone's attention away from what they were doing. The four beefcake yordles craned their necks as best they could before realizing that they'd actually have to get up to see what was going on. There they saw the absolute mass monster that was Swole Scout busting the fattest nut that any of them had ever seen, way more than what they'd each just shot out. His muscles were fully tensed as he ejaculated his potent seed like his dick was a fire hose, painting the area around him with his jizz.

Ziggs watched on in awe, his own crotch rocket engorging with blood again. "Holy shit!"

"Gonna be honest, I kinda forgot that he was still here." Rumble pushed himself to his feet. The front of his torso was still covered in seed though he paid it no mind.

Teemo also hastily righted himself, his turgid length springing to life. "I feel sort of weird for saying this, but I think I see him in a different light now."

"I think the lot of us are in the same boat." Kled huffed, his pecs bulging out with every breath. "I know I ain't leaving until I get a piece of that!"

Swole Scout leaned against the log in sheer euphoria, his long pole basically dribbling the last bit of jism that his balls pushed out. "Bros, that was great." He heartily laughed as he saw the other four surround him. "You guys have made me so proud!"

"Uh huh." Rumble tried to cross his arms, only to find out that all the bulk he now possessed prevented him from ever doing that again. He settled for resting his hands on his hips. "So, is this it then? Are we done here?"

Kled cocked an eyebrow at the other yordle. "What, you ain't just gonna leave now, are ya?"

"I mean, what else is there to do around here?" Rumble shrugged his boulder shoulders, shooting the white-furred yordle a look of indifference.

Swole Scout just snickered at what he considered to be a ridiculous question. "Me."

Ziggs was caught off guard by the brazen answer. "Wait, what?"

"Yeah, bro. Think of it as your final test or something." Swole Scout took some time to flip himself around - it wasn't because he didn't have the strength to, but rather that his behemothian body was particularly cumbersome to handle now. "Show me what yordles are capable of!"

"You make this sound way more important than it actually is." Ziggs snorted, though he couldn't help but feel arousal coursing through his veins.

The hilarity of the situation might have just gotten to Rumble as he'd just started snickering when he saw the trainer position himself amidst the four of them. "You know what? I'm in."

"Oh, I never said I wasn't." Ziggs corrected, his balls quickly churning up another load.

"Eh, screw it." Teemo gripped his cock and stroked it, coaxing a drop of preseed to bead at his tip. "Let's do this."

Kled just laughed when he heard the others accept the invitation. "Hell yeah, I finally get to be in a fucking orgy!"

The four horny studs all situated themselves around the biggest yordle of them all, with Rumble parking himself at the front, Ziggs taking up the rear, Teemo underneath the biggest set of pectorals he'd ever seen, and Kled settling in under the humongous scout and nestling his ass against that leviathan shaft.

Rumble teased the enormous hunk by rubbing the drooling tip of his prick all over the beefcake's muzzle. "You sure you know what you're doing?"

"Bro, don't even worry about it, bro." He gave the rod a cursory lick, savouring the taste of the pre that ran into his open mouth.

"Teemo, I think I know how ya felt before now." Kled shuddered as that python pulsed against his winking asshole. "God, the anticipation is gonna kill me." He reached behind him to grab at the magnum dong to try and guide it to that delicate ring of muscle of his.

With a little bit of finesse, Teemo deftly shoved his endowment through the tight pec valley above him, feeling the sweaty slabs of meat apply a lot of pressure onto his manhood. "First time I've done this with another man, but I'm loving it already."

Ziggs was having trouble containing his excitement as he stared in exhilaration at the giant yordle's ample rear. "Can't wait to feel you from the inside." He took his lubed up fingers and gently shoved them into the anus of his trainer, eliciting a loud moan of approval. That was his cue to do it with the real thing then. With a grace that belied his size, he pressed his fat mushroom head against the loosened asshole and pushed it in with ease. It seemed that the larger man was quite experienced in this regard.

"Okay, let's actually do this." Rumble gently rested his cock on the tongue jutting out from the other yordle's open mouth, slowly thrusting it down until he could feel the tight throat swallow it down. Surprisingly, it didn't take long before his trainer's face was buried in his musky pubic bush, an act that coaxed another low moan to escape from the lips that were sealed around his length.

The lust that consumed the hugemongous scout was most evidently displayed in his prodigious shaft, which just so happened to be currently buried inside of Kled's own gaped anal cavity. "Oh shit." A shiver ripped up his spine as the stimulation nearly overwhelmed him already. His face almost hit the ground due to not being prepared, but his nose saved him by finding something that enticed him to stay strong. Scant inches in front of his face was the smaller scout's musky ballsac, which he wholeheartedly dove his muzzle onto, slathering his tongue over the coarse fur and throbbing veins that snaked their way along it like they were roads on a map.

Nobody was sure who initially started it up, but everyone gleefully engaged when things got going. The stench of yordle masculinity positively wafted off of everyone involved, nearly making up the entirety of what they were breathing in at the moment. It was the aroma of virility that permeated the pleasure centres of their brains. They all grew to crave it in that instant, and every action they did only radiated more of it outward. It was a vicious cycle of perpetual horniness, and everyone loved it.

Kled hadn't felt this sexually provoked in a good long while, perhaps never. That fat cock was drilling into him with reckless abandon, absolutely flattening his prostate like it was trying to smooth it over. It only made him moan whorishly into the cream-furred orbs that he was slavering over. Every lick he gave discharged more of that delicious scent. One lick, another lick, then another... The actual count had been lost a while ago, but that didn't stop him. He'd made a mental note that being an unabashed slut wasn't as bad of a thing as he used to think, but only for people with muscles, of course. He wasn't about to let himself get dicked down by someone who wasn't built like a brick shithouse.

The loving attention given to his aching nuts caused Teemo to pant like a dog. His cock was getting harshly massaged by those twin mounds of meat and he couldn't be happier. It was rather challenging, but he was still able to buck his hips a bit to get his schlong stroked by the pair of diamond-hard pecs. He'd even gripped onto them to try and egg the bigger scout's libido on further, but his fingers did nothing but rub all that heft.

Ziggs groaned in perverse delight as his shaft was clamped down on by the trainer's asshole. He had inadvertently bent over, grabbing onto the other yordle's hips with the intent of jackhammering his cock in as hard as he could. The ass his pelvis repeatedly kissed was a pair of globular cheeks that acted like a densely muscled set of shock absorbers, ones that could bear the brunt of his humping. He wouldn't have ever believed it an hour ago but coming to this boot camp was probably one of the best things that ever happened to him.

Rumble was already on the verge of blowing his load thanks to the skilled mouth of the larger yordle that he was face fucking. That tongue traveled all over his fat dick, contouring itself with his endlessly bulging cumpipe just shooting out pre like he was trying to get rid of it. He'd been holding onto the back of the scout's head for leverage, thrusting his manly pillar down the other man's hungry gullet. It was inevitable - he was ready to nut.

With little warning, Rumble let out a shrill cry of relief as his cum tanks pulled up and unleashed the potent load that had been brewing this whole time. That seemed to psychically signal Ziggs to do the same, flooding the bowels of the larger yordle with what felt to him like a bathtub's worth of seed. The stimulation caused by the increasing pressure inside of his ass got Swole Scout to geyser jizz out of his cock and into Kled, who'd fully immersed himself in the sweaty nutsac that he'd been making love to. He'd been squeezing it firmly when the deluge began filling him up, with his own member unloading onto the dirt beneath him. Like the last domino in a chain, Teemo succumbed to the white-furred yordle's ministrations and let his own dam burst, shooting out shot after shot of sticky cum onto the ground a fair distance away from him.

All five of them grunted and groaned as they orgasmed, reveling in the sweaty intercourse. Their muscles tensed in unison as if they were exhibiting their own virile masculinity, something they might just do for fun now. The size of their testosterone factories meant that they'd be there for quite some time in climax, but none of them ever dared complain about it. Sex never felt as good as this.

Eventually, the five of them collapsed into a sweaty, cum-covered pile, unquestionably exhausted but every single one of them was pleased. The smaller yordles weren't quite done yet as they had all decided, without consulting anyone else, to dig their noses into the muskiest parts of the largest man, with Rumble and Ziggs taking the pits, Teemo giving attention to the fluffy chest, and Kled burrowing his snout into the bigger man's pubic bush.

Swole Scout beamed with pride at how far his recruits had come. "I gotta hand it to you, bros, you did good." He gladly let himself get manhandled by the other yordles. "You guys are the damn finest soldiers that I've ever seen!"

The other four instantaneously stopped what they were doing and looked up at the larger yordle, with Rumble being the one to ask the question on their minds. "Wait, soldiers for what, exactly?"