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Rated: XGC · Interactive · Erotica · #1953958

Somewhere, somehow, a girl wakes up massively curvy!

This choice: Jinx, Caitlyn or Vi--Piltover's Finest and their Biggest Rival!  •  Go Back...
Chapter #6

Piltover's Largest!

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Vi gritted her teeth, blinking sleep from her eyes as red emergency lights blared lights and sound into her skull. Strictly speaking, all she knew was that there was an emergency, but on a deeper, intuitive level she knew there was really only one emergency that struck at two in the morning. That emergency was about ninety pounds soaking wet, manic as a rabid poro and carried enough ordinance to light up all of Piltover-- again.

"Jinx," Vi growled, rolling out of the top bunk, putting out her hextech gauntlets to catch herself--and opening her eyes wide when she couldn't reach them past her own chest. She thrust out her arm instead, catching the edge of her bunk and saving herself from a painful landing, though what she saw was almost enough to make her wish she'd knocked herself out. Her breasts were like pontoons. Great, enormous orbs the size of one of Gragas' casks each, swaying from side to side even though she'd been still and staring at them for several seconds. Experimentally, she tried to reach past them-- the tips of her thick gauntlet-enhanced fingers just barely cleared them if she was holding up both hands. If she let one arm drop to her side, she could almost get her entire hand past. It was good to know that if she reached slightly sideways she'd still be able to choke Jinx to death.

Oh shit, Jinx. The alarm blaring came back to Vi and she threw open the door from her makeshift bunk in the Piltover Sheriff's office. The lights in the hall were dim, flickering, red still occasionally flashing from alarms and illuminating a demented, scrawled "HAHAHAhaHAahaAhAhAHahaha" trailing through the walls in pink paint. "Caitlyn!" Vi screamed in sudden panic, dashing to the door next to hers and punching it off its hinges.

She was greeted by the sight of a rifle trying to squeeze into firing position underneath an enormous pair of breasts. Though Caitlyn wasn't quite as large as Vi was, she was still immense. Enough so that when she realized under simply was not going to work and the Piltover Sheriff tried to lift the gun above her gigantic chest, the rifle caught on her stiff, four-inch nipples and she had to awkwardly handle it with one hand, up and around. "How agitating," she muttered in a low growl, before noticing Vi. "Ah. You as well?"

"Oh my god," said Vi. "You're a blimp!"

"Look who's talking," said Caitlyn, finally lining up her gun, though it required pressing down her breasts rather substantially to do so. "I'm assuming our little blue-haired friend had something to do with this?"

"Well, judging by the laughter scrawled on the walls, I'm gonna say it was Ezreal. Yes, Jinx was here!"

"Tch, touchy," said Caitlyn, finally satisfied with her gun and approaching the door. "I thought she was taking a long sabbatical from crime since she joined the League." It was true. They'd had two glorious, golden, peaceful months since Jinx's last "joke". Though Vi had encountered her once on the field during a grudge match between Piltover and Zaun, there'd otherwise been neither hide nor hair of the gun-wielding madwoman. Even so, Vi had been overnighting at Caitlyn's office just in case she showed her face in the city again.

"Well, she's back, and apparently this--" Vi gestured across her breasts, "--is what she thinks is funny now. Any idea where to look?"

"Well, the bottom of your chest, for one," said Caitlyn, crouching (her breasts suddenly filled her lap and surged up over her knees) to look at the bottom of Vi's chest. "It says 'You'll never catch me, fat--' Vi, hold them up!" Vi obliged, looking furious, "Thank you, '--fat hands. Or should I say fat tits?' Ugh. Her spelling's atrocious!"

"She snuck in here, blimped us up like zeppelins and you're worried about her spelling?!" Screamed Vi as Caitlyn pushed past her into the hallway.

"There's always time for grammar and a spot of tea," said Caitlyn. "The walls and your bosom aren't the only thing she's defaced. Come and look!" Vi sighed, lightly pinching the bridge of her nose with her gauntlets before walking into the main room. A huge wall-mounted display there flashed to different parts of the city. They weren't the only ones-- panicked women ran through the streets, massive breasts bouncing off their knees, huge asses jiggling with wild abandon and occasional explosions released pink smoke into the sky. Vi looked back over her shoulder, finally noticing a prodigious shelf of ass-cheek large enough to set a punchbowl on. She turne to Caitlyn and saw that she was even worse off, if anything. The Sheriff's ass was so big she could have given a whole family of Yordles a ride on her backside. It looked so big, Vi probably wouldn't have even been able to cover one cheek with both of her gauntlets, even if she squeezed extra hard.

Wait, that didn't seem like a thought she should be having. "Well, are you coming?" Asked Caitlyn, snapping Vi out of it.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Vi asked, prodding her chest, making it bounce heavily against her belly. "Last time I checked public indecency is still against Piltover law, Sheriff."

"I've already assessed the situation, Enforcer, and..."

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1. "...There's simply no time!"

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2. "...Our criminal friend left us something to wear. Hm. Funny."

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