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It was an unexpectedly quiet afternoon in Heimerdinger's lab. Despite the nature of the work being carried out within, things were going decidedly smoothly, but it helped that those not involved were busy on their own.

Gnar, understanding the importance of making sure that he, under no circumstances, could afford to blow the biggest and best load of his comparatively young life, had opted to hole himself up in his room, hoping that the serum that could halt his growth would be done soon so that he could bust a fat nut. Kled, in the meantime, had passed out again after emptying his balls, while Rumble was engaged with doing just that.

Ziggs, meanwhile, had hunkered down over Heimerdinger's workstation in an attempt to help expedite the process in any way he could. Right now that was just acting as the scientist's studly assistant. "Okay, here's the sodium bicarbonate."

"Excellent." Heimerdinger accepted the tube of powdered chemical and added it to the flask that was currently set in front of him. "Now, could you please hand me the sucrose next?"

Ziggs had to laugh at the coincidental connection of the last two substances he'd been asked to retrieve. "Jeez Heim, are you trying to bake something over here?"

It took Heimerdinger a moment to understand what his tan-furred partner was getting at, but it finally clicked in his head. "Oh!" He chortled at the accidental happening. "I suppose we are." More mirthful giggles escaped past his lips. "We'll make some donuts at the same time so that we can celebrate when we're finished!"

"Oh dude, I can totally help with those!" Ziggs excitedly hopped to his feet from his leaning position. "The cream-filled ones are my favourite so I can get those stuffed real good."

The choice of the bomber's words stunned Heimerdinger into silence. "Um..."

"What?" Ziggs cocked his head in confusion. "The pastry cream's in the fridge. I can go get it now."

"Oh!" Heimerdinger exclaimed, now figuring out what was being said. "No, that won't be necessary. I'm sure we'll be just fine here." He tried to play off his misinterpretation, but he wasn't about to fool anyone with his nervous chuckle and a rosy, pink blush creeping across his face.

Ziggs could only do what he did best and reciprocate the laugh, slinging his brawny arm along the other yordle's shoulder and playfully bringing him in close to his body. "Just like old times, huh?"

"A bit." Heimerdinger gulped; the only thing that he could really focus on was the masculine scent wafting from the chemist's fur right into his nostrils, embarrassingly arousing him at one of the worst possible times. "Though if memory serves, you didn't take your clothes off until after the experiments were over."

"Yeah, well, I like to live dangerously." Ziggs snickered, letting the yellow-furred yordle go with a firm pat on his back. "Also, I don't really have a choice in the matter."

Heimerdinger rubbed his chin in thought, his goatee slightly getting in the way. "Hmm, I guess that you don't. Then we should get back to work so that you may stabilize your size and begin the search for a tailor that could clothe you."

"Ah," Ziggs rubbed the back of his bull neck, "I guess that I can tack that on to all the other expenses that I've got once this is over."

Now it was Heimerdinger's turn to comfort Ziggs. "I'm sure that everything that you're worried about can be taken care of without difficulty." He briefly rubbed the other yordle's cannonball-like shoulder, though not too long so as to not let any possible sweat lingering on that fur soak into his nice lab coat. "If need be, I can call in some favours with contacts of mine and have things arranged."

"I..." Ziggs pursed his lips, feeling a bit conflicted. On one hand, he felt like, since most of this is his fault, he really shouldn't accept help to fix things and work on them on his own. On the other hand, this has been a really stressful time for him, and he'd absolutely welcome the help. "I'm gonna see if it comes to that first before I get anybody else involved in my work." He warmly grinned. "But I appreciate the thought."

Heimerdinger nodded genuinely, a cordial smile on his face. "Of course! You've been one of my longest lasting friends and I'd be more than happy to help you out of your predicament."

"Wait, I am?" Ziggs was marginally taken aback. "We've barely known each other for all that long though."

"Admittedly, yes..." Heimerdinger looked at his feet, a little flustered. "But, you've definitely demonstrated your abilities in a way that I find particularly fascinating... if a little esoteric." He nervously chuckled at the many, many failed experiments that they've tested on the tan-furred yordle's word that they would succeed. "I admire your out-of-the-box approach to tackling problems! The world would be a much more interesting place if more people thought the way that you do."

The thought enticed Ziggs more than expected, even if it wasn't entirely correct. "Oh man, could you imagine more of me running around? That would be awesome!"

"That's not..." Heimerdinger cringed at how backwards his words were construed. "Oh dear..." He rubbed his arm. Just then, a thought ran through his head that he didn't think of until that very moment. "Say, would you by perchance happen to know where Gnar is right now?"

"Uhh..." Ziggs scanned the room, not sure of the answer himself. With the other two, he knew where they were located without even thinking about it, but with Gnar he really had to rack his brain. "I think I saw him head to his room earlier."

That was enough to get Heimerdinger to breathe a sigh of relief. "Oh thank goodness." He clutched his chest. "I got worried there for a moment."

"You know," Ziggs was trying to think of how to delicately phrase his words, "he's a grown man at this point. I don't think that you're doing him any favours by fretting over every little thing that he does."

"I get that," Heimerdinger squirmed, "but I just-"

"Okay, look." Ziggs sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "At some point you're gonna have to step back and let him be an adult. He can make his own decisions." He tried to assuage the scientist's fears. "He's also following instructions well and not getting his rocks off. If he wasn't, we would know by now."

It wasn't easy, but Heimerdinger did know that he had to heed his friend's words and back off. It was the only healthy thing that he could do. "I suppose so..." Even then, he couldn't stop his mouth from wrinkling when he thought of the caveyordle. "Could you go and check up on him for me? I just want to make sure that nothing is wrong and that he's alright."

Ziggs nodded. "I can do that, yeah." Pivoting on his heels, he made his way across the lab to where the orange-furred yordle's room was located. "Gnar, you in there?" He knocked several times on the door.

"Yeah." Gnar called back, a bit muffled by the wooden door. There was a hint of frustration in his voice.

Ziggs could at least breathe a sigh of relief in that he hadn't wandered away from the facility for some alone time. "Do you mind if I come in?"

"No." Came Gnar's reply. "Actually, I might need you for something!" The other yordle could hear the sudden enthusiasm in his voice.

With the abrupt change in the other yordle's demeanour, Ziggs twisted the handle to let him in the room. Immediately, his nose could pick up the relatively faint aroma of the other man's musk, a product of the yordle being cooped up in a closed room with ventilation turned off. "Smells like someone forgot to hit the fan."

"Yeah, I forgot to do it when I came in here and now I kinda can't." Gnar gulped, clearly affected by his own masculine scent. "Do you mind turning it on for me?"

"I can do that." Ziggs thought that the explanation was odd, but it wasn't a difficult request to fulfill. He flicked the switch and heard the motor of the fan whir to life. It would take some time, but the air would be clear eventually. Now he had the chance to actually enter the bedroom and was a little perplexed by what he saw. Sitting on a chair in the middle of the room was the younger yordle, though his brawny arms were fidgeting as he tried his hardest to keep them away from his erect schlong. "Whatcha doing?"

Gnar's breathing was staggered as he fought to restrain his grabby appendages. "I'm trying not to touch myself." He wore a worried look on his face.

"Yep, you definitely take after Cecil." Ziggs affirmed to himself while taking a seat on the other yordle's bed. "Is this working?"

"Marginally." Gnar grimaced, his pecs heaving with every panting breath. He was doing his best not to hyperventilate. "Just by looking at my dick I get the urge to touch it. The rational part of me knows that I need to wait before I can play with myself, but a very large part of me wants to forget all that and just go nuts. It just wants to grow." His legs were spread wide open so as to not let his sizable balls touch his inner thighs. It happened to be one of his sexual weak points.

Ziggs pursed his lips, knowing exactly what the other yordle was going through. "I know, and normally I'd say that you should be afforded a break just to take the edge off, but you getting hit with that formula means that you'd be wading into uncharted territory." He gestured with his hands to demonstrate how imperative it was that the other man keep his jets cooled. "We can't take that risk."

Gnar nervously swallowed. "So you guys really don't know what would happen to me?"

"Oh, we know. Your body would get so swollen with muscle that you wouldn't be able to move any of your limbs and you'd live in total immobility forever." Ziggs stated matter-of-factly. "Your quality of life would drop off a cliff, dude. We're not gonna let that happen to you."

"Hmm." The prognosis didn't sit well with Gnar. "Shame that I can't force myself into stopping at Kled's size."

"But then you have to ask what you're gonna do next. Believe me when I say that it only feels better the bigger you get." It was a tad funny to think about, but Ziggs was kind of an expert in this regard now that he thought of it.

Gnar grumbled his disapproval. "I wish I didn't get hit with that stupid serum..."

"I know, but shit happens. This is why we're working so hard to try and fix things." The longer Ziggs looked at the other yordle, the more turned on he was getting. He had to move things along. "You said that you might have needed me earlier. What for?"

That perked Gnar up entirely, his mood shifting dramatically. "Oh, right!" He then paused for a moment to fully figure out how he was going to broach the topic that was on his mind to the tan-furred yordle. "So, I already told you that I'm trying not to touch myself for obvious reasons. There are things that I'd like to do - like turning on the fan when I realized that it would've been a good idea - but at this point if I get up, then I'm just gonna wanna jerk off."

"Okay..." Ziggs quirked a brow.

"Clearly, I can't get out of this seat. But, you can definitely help me with my problem!" Gnar's face lit up with hope.

"Right." Ziggs brought his hands up to his face, his chin resting on the crooks between his index fingers and thumbs. "How do I do that?"

"There's a roll of duct tape on my desk." Gnar gestured with his head to the table flush against the wall. "I want you to restrain me with it."

Ziggs was about to say something but stopped himself, his mouth slightly agape. "Are you sure that's gonna help?"

"Hell yeah!" Gnar chuckled. "Honestly dude, I usually edge myself on for hours to try and bust the biggest nut that I can. If I can't get at my dick, then I can last until the antidote's ready."

Ziggs stopped to mull over what the orange-furred yordle was saying, but ultimately acquiesced. "If you think that you can do it, then I'll help you."

"Awesome!" Gnar's tail swished exuberantly in between the wooden bars of the chair that it was shoved through.

Truth be told, Ziggs was incredibly weirded out, but also a tad nervous. Never in his life had he had to use duct tape in this fashion, but there was a first time for everything, right? With great care, he wrapped the other yordle's wrists together behind the back of the chair. A tug on the makeshift restraint indicated that it was secure, but he almost thought that he didn't need to since the tape was practically stronger than he was. "There!"

"Legs too, please." Gnar wiggled his feet to get the beefcake's attention.

Ziggs shrugged his boulder shoulders and went about detaining the caveyordle's other limbs. It wasn't all that tough to tape those ankles to the legs of the chair, but it brought the seat's structural integrity into question. "Okay, done." Ziggs stood up and gently chucked the roll onto the bed. "So, what happens if you fall?"

"Uhhh," Gnar hadn't considered that possibility, "I'm just gonna try really hard not to."

"Right." Ziggs' eyes narrowed at the other yordle in doubt. "Are you sure this is gonna help?"

Gnar couldn't help but force a nervous grin onto his face. "Mostly?" His expression dropped immediately afterwards. "Don't tell Heim, okay? I feel like that would just make things worse."

"He's not gonna find out." Ziggs attempted to put the other yordle at ease with a pat on the shoulder. "He's too focused on his work to worry about anything else."

"Thanks." Gnar bashfully smiled, still a bit embarrassed by the whole situation. "Um, I guess that's everything that I need you for then."

Trying not to let out a giggle, Ziggs nodded. "Okay. I will, uh, let you be." He waved goodbye before exiting the room, making sure that the door closed behind him. He couldn't help but smirk at the odd encounter.

Staring intently at a tube with a gradual chemical reaction waiting to happen within, Heimerdinger barely noticed that his tan-furred compatriot had returned. "So everything's alright with him then?" He inquired, sitting straight up in an instant.

"Yeah, dude's fine." Ziggs leaned an arm on the counter to talk with the other yordle. "I told you, he can handle things on his own now."

"Good." Heimerdinger let out a sigh of relief. "Good. That's good to hear."

"Just relax." Ziggs rubbed the other yordle's back empathetically. "I know you've got a lot on your plate right now, but it's not gonna make things any easier if you're just gonna micromanage him like that."

Heimerdinger solemnly nodded. "You're right, I need to let him live his life." He flicked his eyes up to the significantly larger yordle. "Can I confide a secret with you?"

"Sure." Ziggs would be lying if he said that he wasn't curious, as his colleague wasn't known to hide things from people.

Heimerdinger sighed. "I can't help but get this feeling that maybe I've made Gnar resent me with my overbearing nature. I've tried to step back in the past, but I was never able to."

"Well, you've never been a father figure to anyone before so it's understandable that you wouldn't know what to do." Ziggs posited. "It's something you have to learn, like math or cooking, and it's something that comes more naturally to some people than others just like everything else." He playfully punched the scientist's shoulder, doing his best to reel in his strength. "Don't beat yourself up over it, he turned out great!"

"I suppose so." Heimerdinger pursed his lips, though one couldn't see it due to the luxurious mustache that he maintained. "I just can't help but feel that maybe I've messed up nurturing him in some way."

"Hey, we've all got our issues. He's not nearly as bad as what Rumble is, if that makes you feel better." The name set off an alarm bell in Ziggs' head. "Speaking of which, I haven't seen him in ages. I wonder what he's up to now."

"Man, I needed that." Rumble huffed as he exited the testing room, oblivious to how he was just being talked about. The way that his sweat-matted fur had been disturbed indicated that he attempted to clean himself off but didn't do a very thorough job. At the very least he'd made sure to wipe his junk from all the excess spunk that he'd shot off.

Ziggs smirked when he saw his gargantuan boyfriend amble on into the main lab. "You look like you could use a good hose-down."

"Wouldn't need to if we had a new towel in there." Rumble pointed behind him, his tricep flexing out into a perfect croissant shape. "That thing is thoroughly soaked in just... everyone's fluids."

Heimerdinger fidgeted in his seat. "Um, yes, well, there should be fresh ones in the linen closet in the hallway."

"Gotcha." Rumble eyed the various scientific instruments strewn about the counter, the many vials holding different coloured liquids intriguing him. "So, how far along are we then?" He sauntered up to the workspace.

"We're pretty close to finishing it. We could've been a lot farther behind than we are, all things considered." Ziggs was wholly relieved at how painless the process ended up being, but he couldn't help but feel concerned that they were cutting it incredibly close. "Cecil's pretty good at fixing stuff."

Heimerdinger adjusted his goggles with one hand. "Well, I wouldn't be where I am if I wasn't."

"Can y'all just shut up over there?" The three of them whipped their heads around - with Rumble and Ziggs needing to turn their whole bodies due to the amount of bulk surrounding their necks - to see Kled coming to, and apparently grouchy from being woken up.

"Uh, there's kinda important science stuff going on here." Rumble scoffed at the indignant attitude of the white-furred behemoth.

"I ain't giving a fuck about that crap." Kled spat out as he pushed himself into a sitting position. One could see the way that his arm muscles bulged with power as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes with the ball of his palm.

Ziggs' eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head. "Well, you gotta. This is what's gonna get us back to normal."

"But I don't wanna be normal no more!" Kled hollered out, his face contorted in fury. "This is what yordles oughta look like now; no one would fuck with us. We could be sticking it ta them humans with our strength alone, and we wouldn't need any of them fancy gizmos and magic ta do it! We could make 'em real afraid of us through sheer power alone!"

"But I don't want that! None of us do." Ziggs cried out in frustration. "And even if I did, I'm more than capable of doing that the way I am right now."

With a forceful exhale through his nostrils, Kled kept pushing, thinking that he could get through to the others. "But we could be even stronger. Why stop it?"

It was Rumble's turn to feel annoyed. "Dude, we're plenty strong as is."

"Why don't ya prove it then?" Kled narrowed his eyes at the mohawked stud.

"What are you getting at?" Rumble rested his hands on his hips.

"If yer so tough, take me on then!" The ends of Kled's mouth curled into a sinister smile. "Unless yer mouth is writing checks that yer ass can't cash."

The other yordle's words were getting directly under Rumble's skin, as anticipated. "Excuse me?"

"Come on, take me on." Kled beat on his obscenely meaty chest, the impacts not even denting the diamond-hard flesh. "Winner fucks the loser!"

"Oh, you're on!" Not one to turn down a challenge, Rumble's competitive nature flared to life, his heart pumping blood through his veins at a mile a minute in reaction to being antagonized.

"Do they really have to be fighting here and now?" Heimerdinger's face was in his hands, his goggles around his neck.

"Well, Kled's an instigator and Rumble's a hothead. This was bound to happen eventually." Ziggs rubbed the bridge of his nose.

The two titans moved towards each other, picking up speed along the way, until they collided with their hands clasping together. The pair of them grunted and snarled as they attempted to budge the other yordle, but neither of them were really moving at all. They were both simultaneously an unstoppable force and an unmovable object.

"I'm bigger and stronger than you. Give up." Kled growled, his fingers squeezing the blue-furred yordle's hands.

"Not a chance." Rumble shot back. "Even Teemo says, 'Size doesn't mean everything'."

That got Kled seeing red. He forced himself even harder, enraged by the use of words from the man that he had feelings for. His muscles flexed and got pumped with blood, pencil-thick veins snaking down his biceps and forearms as he drove into the other goliath as hard as he could. He'd use every ounce of strength that he possessed to take down this smart-mouth son-of-a-bitch if he could, but his adversary proved to be a lot more resilient than he initially thought. This was a problem as his continual offense was wearing him down.

Rumble was biding his time, keeping the other gigantic yordle at bay with his own might. He grit his teeth as he really dug in and held his ground, his bare feet unmoving. It was like he could sense how much power his opponent was using against him as he pushed back just enough to stay upright. Eventually, he could see, and feel, the warrior begin to falter, which gave him the perfect window of opportunity to attack. With a battle roar and one mighty shove, he overtook his foe and knocked him off his feet, landing on top of the other man's densely packed frame.

"FUCK!" Kled bellowed as he slammed his closed fist on the ground. He really thought that he had the upper hand with his slightly-more-muscular body.

"Yeah, that's the plan now." Rumble smirked, savouring his win. The feeling of victory was orgasmic, but so was the sensation of having his muscles grind against someone similarly built. It was enough to get his shaft to swell with pride and anticipation of claiming his reward.

Kled's face burned red as his own fuckmeat rose to the occasion. "Yeah, yeah." He didn't want to admit to how pleasurable it felt being sandwiched between the sheer amount of meat that both yordles had stuffed onto their frames.

Heimerdinger's cheeks gained a comparably rosy hue as he viewed the scene unfolding in front of him. "Um, Zigmund?"

"Yo." Ziggs looked at his companion, noting the sudden consternation on his face.

"I, um..." Heimerdinger gulped. "I might have a problem." He nervously whispered, his hands wavering as he directed the tan-furred yordle's attention to his tented pants.

"Oh shit!" Ziggs' eyes lit up when he saw that, knowing that he had to defuse the situation lest something happen. "Guys," he called out to the pair of yordles lying on top of each other on the lab floor, "I know that what you're doing is incredibly hot and all, but can you take it to another room, please?"

Rumble sighed as he pushed himself to his feet, his erection refusing to flag. "Alright, I'm going." He looked down at his former opponent still glowering at him. "Hey old man, you coming or what?"

Kled grumbled, but gave in. "Okay, I'm coming." He cursed under his breath about how the 'blue bastard cheated', and yet his boner was still rigid enough to pierce through the hardest of materials. With their fight now fully over with, he went along with the other behemoth to the testing room where he'd give Rumble his prize.

"And that problem is now solved!" Ziggs happily beamed, resting his elbows on the countertop.

Heimerdinger wasn't anywhere near as enthusiastic about the situation. He should be, of course, as it meant that he could get back to his work sans distractions, but the lascivious display that he witnessed did a number on him. He couldn't stop the stirring in his loins even though he wanted to. "Uh oh..."

"Uh oh? What's 'uh oh'?" Ziggs' eyes flicked over to meet his colleague's, only to see him looking downward. He followed the other yordle's gaze to the unfortunate sight of a stain spreading across the lower garments from the top of the obvious stiffy. "Uh oh!" He gasped, his body now wracked with panic.

Heimerdinger's breathing grew frenzied, hearing the alarm bells going off in his head as to how bad his plight had gotten. "W-What do I do?!" His heart rate had increased dramatically.

"Clothes off, now." Ziggs ordered.

Thoroughly distressed, Heimerdinger did as he was told and shucked off his garments as quickly as he could. For the first time in a long time he was naked as the day that he was born in front of the man he usually fooled around with, though he very much wasn't particularly in the mood right now. Nevertheless, his body had other ideas and was very keen on getting off. "Zigmund, that didn't help me at all!"

"I know." Ziggs quietly sighed in defeat. "That was just to save us from picking up pieces of fabric later."

"What?!" Heimerdinger shrieked in a fit of horror. Unfortunately for him, there was nothing that could be done to stop his inevitable release as his comparatively tiny testicles had pulled up to his groin, his prostate pulsating with need. With a whimpering cry, his cock twitched and shot off a few ropes of yordlebatter - the least that anyone had done in this facility thus far. His body ached from the orgasm as it was the most intense that he'd ever experienced in his life. After a few big, deep breaths he righted himself again, not feeling any worse for wear. "Well, I must admit that that went far better than I thought it would. Maybe I'll be spared from this nightmare."

All it took was a single glimpse of a yellow-furred arm twitching to tell Ziggs that the fun wasn't over just yet. "I'd guess again." He shook his head.

"What do you mean? I feel fine!" As if on cue, a sudden warmth enveloped Heimerdinger, who only just realized how powerful this whole process was. "Oh dear..." He mumbled under his breath, feeling the vestiges of normalcy leave him for good.

It started with his chest, which rumbled to life with power that he'd never had before in his life, swelling them from nothing into mounds of beef within seconds. His trapeziuses followed suit, bulging upward and outward to give his neck more support than it would ever need. His shoulders thickened into rock-hard boulders, making him look like he was getting wider as more and more bulk got piled on.

His arms weren't far behind, bulging out with raw strength and sinewy heft, veins presenting themselves on formerly non-existent biceps. That wasn't to say that his triceps were left behind in any way as they surged with dense muscle mass that made it impossible to wear any of his lab coats again. His back then took on growing, packing on beef like it was going out of style, with his flaring lats giving him a wingspan that was only beaten by the other behemoths in this facility. Not to be outdone, his abs finally made their presence known after all these hundreds of years, though they didn't stop at just being visible - they domed out into a mighty tortoise shell of a gut just like his associate beside him.

The sensation then traveled to his legs, where they bulked out his quads to the extreme, making them resemble tree trunks with their thickness, but were far outclassed by his muscles when it came to structural stability. His calves similarly enlarged far beyond what he thought was possible, achieving the teardrop shape that they were destined to become. Last but not least was his ass, which stopped being flat when gobs of muscle poured on to his cheeks, ballooning them outward and giving him something that could be grabbed onto. He had a strong foundation in the topics that he studied, and now his frame had one as well. When all was said and done, his body looked like the spitting image of Gnar's minus the tail.

Heimerdinger panted like he'd just run a marathon, weakly trying to stay stable by grabbing onto the countertop, hoping that he didn't knock anything over in the process. The whole process was beyond words - nothing that he thought of could even accurately describe what he'd just experienced. This was a disaster. "Oh no..."

Ziggs sympathetically patted the scientist's now-muscular shoulder. "Welcome to the club."

"This is..." Heimerdinger sputtered. "The last thing that I wanted."

"I know, but it's over now. There's nothing that can be done right now to reverse it." Ziggs tried to console the distraught yordle. That all changed when he looked down and saw how the other man's abdomen had swollen out just like his. "Hey, look at that gut! We're more alike than we thought."

The comment left Heimerdinger thoroughly unimpressed with the tan-furred yordle. "Zigmund, you give me great pain." He groaned, feeling miserable regarding his transformation. "If only I didn't make contact with Kled's seminal fluid..."

"What's done is done." Ziggs lifted the other stud's chin with his index finger and thumb, bringing it up so that their gazes met. "What we can't do is let this stop us finding a solution to this problem."

"Yes." Heimerdinger forced air out through his nostrils. "Yes, you're right." His demeanour changed in an instant from the pep talk, now feeling more confident. "We're very close as is, so it shouldn't be all that difficult to find completion." He then spied the splattering of jizz that he'd shot onto the floor which made him rub the back of his thicker neck. "I should probably clean that up first."

***

"Goddamn it!" Kled roared, clearly unhappy with losing. "How did you beat me?!"

Rumble sighed and rolled his eyes. "You go way too hard way too early. You don't conserve any energy for later on, so you tire out and get beaten." Rumble explained matter-of-factly. "Come on, this is kid stuff."

Kled grumbled as the test room door finally closed behind him. "Fine, maybe I _was_too overeager." He rubbed his face, feeling utterly defeated throughout his body. "Let's just get this over with."

"Honestly, I think this might do you some good. You're really tense right now." Rumble slicked his turgid pillar with his own preseed.

"Just got a lot of things on my mind, is all." Kled mumbled as assumed the position against the wall, hands spread out and firmly in place.

Rumble grabbed one of the other beefcake's globular cheeks and pulled it apart from the other one, revealing the pucker located between them. "Then let me relieve some of the tension you're feeling." Deftly, he guided his pole until it nestled between those firm mounds of muscle, which clenched around his cock as soon as it contacted them. "Shit, you're trying to get me off already."

"The faster, the better. I ain't gonna lie, this sucks." Kled snorted.

Rumble groaned but wasn't about to let the white-furred yordle's complaints stop him. "Holy shit, relax. It'll all be over soon." He played with the warrior's hole a bit, lubing up the area with the copious amounts of pre that his colossal testosterone factories now normally produced. "Ready?"

"No." Kled grunted, bracing himself.

"Too bad, it's happening." With that, Rumble took the plunge, sinking his shaft into the other yordle's asshole. He had to moan when he felt just how tight that anal cavity really was, the walls massaging his achingly hard erection.

Kled didn't want to admit it to anyone - let alone the man that was having his way with him - but he was genuinely enjoying this. He always prided himself in being a man of action who led things, so the thought of someone else taking charge obliterated his self-esteem. Coupling that with how Teemo hadn't returned his affection made him feel the lowest that he'd been in a very long time.

If Rumble weren't careful he was liable to blow right then and there, so it took it slow and worked on loosening up that hole to make this last as long as possible. His thrusts were strong - as everything he did was now - but there was still a lot of love in them, potentially a product of mating with his kin. There was a need deep inside him that bubbled to the surface of his mind to make this pleasurable for the both of them. That was something that he aimed to do.

The feeling of being taken wasn't any more palatable to Kled, but he was having an easier time in dealing with it than he had the day before. He could work with the shaft in his ass a lot better now, massaging it with his silken bowels as it got driven into him. Still, his emotions weren't entirely going away, and he was gonna let the other yordle know that.

Rumble moaned aloud when he felt his overly-sensitive dick get clamped down on hard. If he didn't know any better, he'd think that the other man was trying to end things right now! He did his best to work together with the fighter, but, like the profession, he was getting fought with at every buck of his hips. He still attempted to keep his pistoning at a reasonable rate despite the physical protests. He won fair and square, and he was going to make sure that was apparent to them both.

Kled as having a harder and harder time challenging the other yordle's authority the more that he was worked over. His prostate kept getting flattened by the gigantic log of fuckmeat jackhammering into his asshole, being activated like a button hardwired to the pleasure centre of his brain. He stifled the moan caught in his throat for as long as he could before it uncontrollably was released, exiting his mouth at a volume far greater than what he wanted.

Rumble took that as cue that the other yordle's resistance was weakening, meaning that he could take things at his own pace now. Unfortunately, the work that the warrior had done to him mere moments ago had done a number on him, severely accelerating how far along he was. His fat, veiny rod throbbed as he quickening his fucking, now on the fast-track to orgasm. He thrusted with reckless abandon, gritting his teeth from the pressure building in his taint. He was about to go over the edge.

An embarrassingly whorish moan escaped Kled's throat, his body feeling like it would melt from the pounding that he rear entrance was taking. His thick muscles flexed all over, his pecs reaching his nose and giving off his own incredibly masculine scent trapped between them. Not only was the resistance in taking another man's manhood fading fast, but so was the one preventing him from spewing his load all over the wall in front of him. All it would take was just a few more thrusts-

"Ahhh!" Rumble cried out as he slammed his pelvis flush with the other yordle's dimpled, flexing ass cheeks, letting his pendulous balls unload litres upon liters of virile yordlebatter into the awaiting guts of slightly larger man, painting the internal walls white with creamy seed.

That was the ticket that Kled needed, feeling his own balls do the same and shoot out bucketloads of his jizz at the wall, where it dribbled down to the ground and pooled before making its way to the drain in the middle of the room. His cock spasmed involuntarily as more and more cum geysered from his schlong.

This lasted for minutes before either one of their streams finally petered out, leaving both of them panting hard from the incredible exertion that they'd just experienced. With a squelch, Rumble pulled his fat dong free of Kled's now-gaping hole, whatever of his spunk not kept within now pouring out like a waterfall. Wordlessly, he gripped the sides of the other yordle and spun him around, until they were face-to-face. Then, without warning, he pushed his lips against the fighter's, who was taken by surprise. Kled wanted to pull away, but he found that his urge to do so had rapidly diminished in seconds, leaving him forcing himself into the embrace.

They stayed like this for a little bit before Rumble pulled back, leaving the pair of them gasping for breath. "Are you feeling better now?"

Kled rubbed the side of his face with a hand. "Maybe a little."

"Good." Rumble wheezily chuckled, a wry smile contorting his mouth.

"I just wish Teemo was this passionate." Kled grumbled as he looked at the floor, his eyes trailing the twin rivers of spunk, watching as they formed one big stream.

Rumble's expression turned to one of abject confusion. "Okay, why do you keep talking about Teemo like that? It's kinda weird."

"It's 'cause the rat bastard don't care!" Kled angrily shouted, tears welling in his eyes as his gaze met the blue-furred yordle's.

Rumble's bewilderment only grew from there. "He doesn't care about what?" It was only then that he read between the lines and clued into what the other yordle was getting at. "Oh my god, you have feelings for Teemo."

"I-" Kled panicked, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. "No I ain't!"

Rumble's laugh boomed throughout the room, his massive pectorals heaving. "Yeah, your attitude the last little while makes perfect sense now."

Kled growled and looked mightily pissed, thought that didn't stop his cheeks from taking on a pinkish hue. "Aw, ya wouldn't understand."

"Try me." Rumble looked at the other yordle with a smirk.

Kled absolutely hated the position that he was currently in. Emotions weren't his strong suit, so he felt extraordinarily vulnerable talking about them. "I just... ain't feeling the same way about other yordles that I do with him."

Having dealt with this situation before, Rumble's face now looked far more sympathetic. "Have you told him?"

"I've been leaving hints all over the damn place!" Kled snarled in frustration. "Why the hell ain't he getting it yet?"

Rumble sighed. "Kled, you have to tell him. He'll never know for sure until you do."

"Ah, why bother? He just regards all this as work anyhow. I ain't mean nothing ta him." Kled's nostrils flared, anger and sadness consuming his soul.

"That's a double negative." Rumble pinched the bridge of his nose. "What do you mean when you say that?"

"It's just..." Kled started, feeling like his heart was getting worked over by a steamroller. "When I saw him after I got back ta the mainland, I was so excited because I wanted ta show him what I accomplished with my body and stuff, but he didn't see it the same way I did. He was more interested in making me stop growing."

"Yes, I agree with him that that's important." Rumble nodded wholeheartedly.

Kled was taken aback. "Why? Yer damn near my size as is."

Rumble shot him a befuddled look. "Dude, I voluntarily wanted to stop growing."

Kled couldn't believe his ears. "Why the fuck would ya wanna do something dumb like that?!"

"Because I have no idea what would happen to us if we grew beyond our current size. Like, yeah, this is cool and all, but the unknown is kinda scary." Rumble explained this like it was obvious.

Kled scoffed. "Naw, that's pussy talk. Where's yer sense of adventure at?"

Rumble was beginning to lose his patience. "Listen, I've practically already outgrown my house. I don't need to outgrow my body as well."

The thought struck Kled harder than he figured that it would. "I-I don't think that's really a reason to-"

"Nope, I can hear the nervousness in your voice. You're scared too." Rumble firmly gripped the other yordle's broad shoulder. "Relax, that's normal."

"I just feel alone in all this." Kled shook his head, his traps bulging as he did.

"Uh, look around." Rumble chortled. "There's a whole building filled with guys with the very same affliction. We're all in the same boat, dude."

Kled palmed his face. "No, no. I meant that you guys got someone ta be with, at least, anyone who wants one that is. I'm trying, but I got no one."

Rumble mulled over a response in his head, but there was really only one thing that he could say. "You gotta tell him what's going on, man."

For the first time in his life, Kled looked worried about something. "Ah, I ain't any good with that mushy, lovey-dovey crap."

"It's as good a time as any to try." Rumble slung his arm around the other yordle's rippling cannonball-like shoulders. "Come on, he'll be back here eventually. Let's get cleaned up."

***

Ziggs and Heimerdinger were patiently watching their solution for the results that they were looking for when a knock came from the front door. "Oh, I got it!" Ziggs whipped around and bolted for the door, opening it up in one fell swoop. On the other side was a ninja, one that he hadn't seen in a very long time. "Oh, hey Ken!" The other yordle didn't say anything, merely staring at him with his jaw dropped to the floor. "Uh, Kennen?"

Kennen was instantly put in fight or flight mode when he saw the gargantuan stature of the other yordle. He thought Teemo was big, but now he found out that others are bigger? "What the fuck?!"