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“Welcome to the party! Try the punch!”

Caitlyn stared at her partner in law.

Vi just gave a shameless smirk and a nonchalant shrug. “Hey, I’m just trying to be hospitable, a’ight?”

Rolling her eyes, the blue-haired police officer started past her, pointedly not offering her a hand on the way. “Please don’t crack that joke again.”

“Too much for you, cupcake?” Vi teased as she jogged a little to catch up.

The idiot was enjoying this, she realised. Her blue irises slid over to meet two more as she fell in step beside her. “Yes,” she said flatly.

But the Enforcer just laughed. “Love ya, Cait.”

Caitlyn sighed. Ever the brawn of the show, Vi strode ahead just enough to throw open the doors of the Hall of Antiquity before them both, bold as daybreak. At once, a substantial portion of the heads inside turned to look at the two new arrivals.

Their attention was quite justifiable. Despite her infamous passion bubbling rather close to the surface, Vi cleaned up surprisingly well with a more masculine attire, with pink hair neatly slicked back (mostly) and brandishing a white tuxedo and yellow tie with black pants. Just as well she hadn’t decided to bring her gauntlets, or it could have spoiled the effect.

Meanwhile, Caitlyn was looking every bit the beautiful belle she was renowned to be. A long-sleeved dark purple dress hugged her figure like a second skin, making no secret of her generous curves. Uncovered by her trademark hat, her hair combined with the look well, contrasting her pale skin with dark hues.

It was just a shame she had to look so bored. “Vi, do you have to do that?”

“Damn right I do!” her overeager partner insisted.

Rolling her eyes again, Caitlyn made her way down to the party floor, intent on mingling with the guests and vanishing from their sights for a while.

Snorting at her partner’s disinterest, Vi put her hands on her hips. “Fine, bitch.” Finding the mere idea of high-class socialising a risky thing at best, the Enforcer decided only one thing would do – find the punch bowl.

It didn’t take her long – two of the few things Vi could enjoy just as much as punching someone was someone punching in for her (so she didn’t have to) and punch. She busied herself with ladling out a glass full of the stuff when she spotted a familiar shock of blonde hair face-down against a nearby table.

Ezreal had a funny fashion sense – though Vi had often heard it compensated for her own curiosities. The party was a formal-informal one thrown by the government of Piltover meant to foster good relations between the various inventors and statesmen of the city. The Enforcer wouldn’t normally be included in that list, but the Sherriff had decided to bring her along to see if she couldn’t beat some manners into her head. She knew it wouldn’t really work, but Vi definitely wasn’t going to pass up the chance to see Caitlyn clad in a tight-ass dress. It was too bad it didn’t show more skin, but luckily she got plenty of that with just her default attire.

Today, Ezreal was wearing a blue-gold suit that looked like it had walked straight out of Alice in Wonderland, complete with spade symbols at choice places on his gown. Vi couldn’t quite be sure with his face stuck on the table, but judging by the assortment of empty plastic cups in front of him, it looked like he’d been trying to drown his sorrows.

“Yo, Ez, what’s up?” she asked him as she clapped a hand down on his shoulder.

The ridiculously pretty explorer flinched like he’d been struck and straightened in his seat so quickly he nearly hit his head on the back of his chair. “Eh? What?”

Vi blinked as Ezreal turned to look at her. He didn’t look particularly healthy. Had he been crying recently? “Hey. Just checkin’ up on you.”

“Oh. I’m fine, thanks.”

“You don’t… look fine.”

He just shook his head. “Don’t wanna talk about it.”

Pfft, that was the best reason he could come up with? “A’ight, I’ll just sic Cait on you and she’ll figure everything out with one look.”

He shot her an annoyed frown. “This is private.”

She raised an eyebrow. Okay, so he didn’t want to play at all. “So’s hiding shit from your friends,” she challenged. “Come on, what’s eating you? I’m a girl of my word.”

They held their irritated stares with one another for a few moments before Ezreal relented and put his head back on the table. “Something’s happened to Lux.”

Vi’s stomach dropped. Now that sounded serious. “What? What happened?”

The Explorer gave a humourless laugh. “She grew a pair.”

Right, now it sounded decidedly less serious. “Huh?”

“I mean it in two ways,” he said, sitting up and turning in his seat to face her fully. “One, she’s just suddenly out of nowhere incredibly…” He searched for the right word. “… forthright… about everything. And two, she’s suddenly out of nowhere gotten a huge set of tits.”

“… huh?”

“Sounds funny, doesn’t it?” he said crossly. “I’m being honest here.”

“Okay, so let me get this straight,” Vi said. “Lux turns up one day acting like a dominatrix and has a giant set of tits to back it up. That’s what you’re telling me.”

“Yeah.”

She shook her head. “That’s ridiculous.”

“It’s true.”

“… okay, fine. Say it’s true. Why’s it a bad thing? I’d totally be okay if someone got Cait a giant pair of-“

“Because it’s not Lux,” he protested. “Something happened to her. And I can’t figure out what. But she’s not the same girl who I made girlfriend a while ago.”

Ezreal slumped in his seat and Vi felt a short stab of guilt. “Alright, alright,” she said, awkwardly patting him on the shoulder. “I believe you. Where’s Lux right now?”

He waved a hand. “Out in the crowd somewhere. Just look for a dress that looks like it’s going to burst. You’ll know it when you see it.”

How big were these things? “… right. I’ll talk to her, m‘kay? I’ll get this sorted out.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea-“

“Ah ah ah,” she stopped him, wagging a finger. “You’re obviously biased. You just need a bystander to get a clear picture on things! That’s how these relationships work!”

Ezreal raised an eyebrow, but nodded uncertainly. “Sure…”

She lightly punched him on the arm. “I’m not a detective per se, but I can solve things too, ya know?”

He said nothing at that, so she took it as her cue to turn around and trudge back into the crowd, keeping her eye out for Luxanna Crownguard.

She ran into a woman in a very tight dress in short order, but instead of an excitable blonde it was simply Caitlyn wandering between the groups of partygoers.

“Hey, Cait, can I get a word?” Vi asked.

The Sherriff turned to look at her, her expression neutral as always. “Yes, Vi?”

“I found Ezreal lying on the table over by the punch bowl earlier,” she began without preamble. “Said something really bad had happened to Lux that made her really domineering and he didn’t like it. Mind helping me out with it a bit?”

Caitlyn gave two measured blinks in her direction. “Fine,” she said after a moment.

Which was quickly followed by an unladylike yelp as her brutish partner grabbed her by the arm and unceremoniously began dragging her through the crowd. “V-Vi! Idiot!”

“Just follow my lead! We’ll find her!” Vi said, oblivious to her outrage.

Caitlyn shook herself free and glared at the pink-haired woman, but she was already moving through the crowd. Sighing, she jogged to catch up.

The party wasn’t normally this crowded, but the semi-recent dissolution of the Institute of War had left many in Piltover’s bureaucracy eager to discuss the political fallout that might occur – not to mention the technological arms race that would inevitably start up again. Promising young inventors were here in particular to see if they could meet the king of them all, Jayce, who was busying himself holding five conversations at once elsewhere. Most of Piltover’s champions were in attendance as well – you never knew what opportunities might turn up here.

Luxanna Crownguard being Ezreal’s girlfriend was one of the best-kept secrets within Piltover, so it was obvious that she’d be here. Still, for once Vi was finding it hard to locate her on the outskirts of the party where the goers seldom went. Normally she wouldn’t be too far in the thick of things. Simply scanning the crowd for bright blonde locks wouldn’t work either, since she was rather on the shorter side of average.

Imagine their surprise when they found her at the very center of the thickest part of the throng.

Vi stopped dead in her tracks when she spotted Lux politely chatting with an entranced group of young technicians. Entranced, not because the content of her words was anything special, but probably because packed into her vibrant sky-blue dress was a pair of breasts that could have accurately been likened in size to watermelons.

The Enforcer blinked roughly and rubbed her eyes. No, they were still there. Massive pale spheres of flesh that looked divine and wobbled like jelly with every movement. The way they formed a gentle curve down from her breastbone instead of bulging straight up suggested they were entirely natural – but there was no way that could be right.

Hilariously, Caitlyn, who’d walked forward to see what all the commotion was about, promptly went stock still at the sight as well. It seemed that some things truly were universal.

“That can’t be Lux,” Vi blurted.

Cait put a hand to her temple as if she was nursing a huge headache. “No, that’s Lux,” she said resignedly.

“But… but… b-but…” There just weren’t any words to describe this. “That… she… you…“

She felt the officer’s elbow dig into her side. “We have a job to do, don’t get distracted,” she reminded. She started forward, her casual walk resuming as if nothing was wrong. Vi shrugged and followed. Cupcake could handle the verbal jousting for her.

“Miss Crownguard,” the Sherriff greeted politely as they approached.

Lux glanced in their direction just long enough to break out into a light smile and turned back to excuse herself from her current conversation (which looked to be rather one-sided, natch). “Sherriff, Enforcer,” she greeted in turn.

Up close, Vi surreptitiously glared at the younger blonde’s boobs. Her skin remained completely smooth and unblemished across their entire surface, and they were so big that they actually bulged over and around the hem and straps of her top, showing their surprising suppleness. If they were fake, they were sure as hell convincing fakes.

The mage’s complete lack of concern over the ridiculous state of her upper body also didn’t escape Vi. She was curious to see how Cupcake would broach the topic.

“I trust you’ve been enjoying the festivities?” Caitlyn inquired.

Lux nodded. “I have. Piltover is a city with a thoroughly engrossing culture and few places demonstrate it better than here tonight.”

“I’m glad you find it to your liking.” She inclined her head respectfully. “And your compatriots are of the same mind?”

“They are enjoying it as well. They don’t visit Piltover as often as I do, so it’s a novel experience for them.”

“That is good to hear.” Caitlyn gave an aside glance at Vi. “It does, however, contradict a certain piece of information given to me by my assistant here.”

“Oh?” Lux’s inquisitive gaze shifted to the pinkette.

Vi felt her right eye twitch at how Cait was so unsubtly dodging her responsibilities, but stayed her tongue from any biting remarks. “Yeah. Your boyfriend’s not been finding it so hot.”

“He’s not? Oh, no!” Lux exclaimed. She didn’t seem as shocked or surprised as she should have been. “Why is he upset? Was the punch spiked?”

“He’s been worried about you,” she said bluntly.

“Me?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“It’s not obvious?” she asked, rolling her eyes. She felt Caitlyn’s elbow dig into her shoulder. “Ow! Alright, alright! He’s worried about why you’re suddenly acting different lately.”

Something unsettling flashed in Lux’s eyes for a brief moment, and then it was gone. Vi would have written it off as happenstance had she not already known something was wrong with her. “Is he, now? Oh, Ezreal…”

“A misunderstanding, perhaps?” Caitlyn inquired.

“Quite.” Lux let out a theatrical sigh. “He worries about me a lot. I appreciate his concern over my wellbeing, but sometimes I feel the need to strike out on my own and his constant attention gets in the way.”

Vi resisted the urge to point out the elephant in the room involving the huge milk factories the girl was currently sporting. Cupcake probably had her reasons. “So… what now?”

“I think I will need to have a few words with him,” the light mage said sadly. “I appreciate you two ladies informing me of this. It was very helpful.”

“I wish you well,” Caitlyn sent her off with. Lux swung on her heel, her enormous chest undulating from side to side for several moments after she stopped, and started to weave her way through the crowd until she vanished.

Vi turned to her partner, scowling. “Why didn’t you say anything about her tits?” she demanded.

The Sherriff shrugged, something she didn’t do very often. “Why didn’t you?”

“I thought you had your reasons!”

Cait nodded. “I did and I still do. Let’s follow her.”

Ah, now that was something more to Vi’s liking, albeit less on the brawly side than she preferred.

Tailing Lux through the crowded hall was surprisingly easy. Turned out that having a huge pair of boobs was a bit of an obstructive body feature, and the mage had to stop several times to wait for stunned people to get out of the way. Vi would have burst out laughing if she knew it wouldn’t break her cover.

Eventually, she made it out of the bulk of the partygoers and sauntered over to Ezreal, who’d gone back to lying prostrate on the tabletop. Vi and Caitlyn both strained their ears to listen in.

“Hey, sweetie,” the mage said softly.

Once again, Ezreal’s head shot up like he’d been struck, though he was decidedly more terrified this time. “L-Lux?“

“Shhh.” She stalled his protests with a finger to his lips. “I… I guess I owe you some explanations.”

The Explorer blinked twice, then his face softened. “I’d like that. Why do you-“

But she shook her head immediately. “Somewhere else. Know anywhere private-ish?”

He nodded vigorously and stood up. It was just as well he was as majorly distracted as he was or Vi was certain he would have noticed her skulking behind a nearby pillar. The two blondes hurried their way to the edge of the room and exited down one of the corridors deeper into the building. Vi and Cait set as fast a pace as looked normal as they followed.

When they made it to the doorway, they stuck their heads around the corner and just managed to get there in time to hear the closing of a door far down the hallway. Rushing down as fast as the richly brocaded carpet would muffle their movements, Vi and Caitlyn paused outside the door they’d heard them enter.

They both strained to hear anything, but there weren’t any sounds coming from inside.

Vi turned to stare at her partner, silently asking for advice on what to do next. Caitlyn pursed her lips in that cute way she tended to when thinking hard, and eventually just straightened and stared at the doorway. Before the Enforcer could ask what she was going to do, the crazy woman grasped the handle and simply pulled the door open.

Then, nothing.

Both women blinked as they stared inside the empty room. It looked to be an office of some kind – Vi assumed it was probably for financial purposes, judging by the large stacks of all kinds of paperwork on the shelves and on some of the desks. But what there was not was a pair of blondes.

“Where’d they go?” she blurted.

Caitlyn’s eyes tracked from one end of the room to the other, gradually narrowing as they did so. She took a cautious step forward into the room, with Vi following suit, and then another, and then another…

There was a light ‘ping’ noise and the pinkette abruptly found her legs seizing up and nearly causing her to pitch forward. And judging by Caitlyn’s suddenly exclamation of, “Blast!” it seemed she wasn’t the only one.

Staring down, Vi finally noticed the mesmerizing rings of light encircling her calves and preventing them from moving. Light Binding?

“Did you actually just fall for something so obvious?”

Vi found herself unconsciously baring her teeth for a ferocious snarl as she glared at the room ahead and the forms of Lux and Ezreal shimmering into existence. A goddamn light cloak.

Then she blinked. Ezreal too was rooted in place with bindings. What was going on here?

“I suspected a trap,” Caitlyn said irritably. “I just didn’t think you’d stoop so low as to double bluff me.”

Lux’s mouth puckered. “Too bad for you.”

“Lux,” Ezreal protested. “What’s this all about?”

“I was telling the truth,” she snapped. “I’m tired of living under everyone’s shadow.”

“You can cast light,” Vi growled. “You of all people shouldn’t be complaining about shadows.”

“You don’t even know what I’m talking about, do you?” Lux said in disgust. Out of nowhere, her hands flew up and squashed her huge hooters together in their top, making all three other occupants blink (and/or blush) in surprise. “I just said I was telling the truth. I’ve been put aside for all you ladies way too long. I’ve just spent my entire time in the League surrounded by buxom women who all have way too much endowment than they ought to have. It’s time for my own time in the limelight.”

“Lux,” Caitlyn said sternly, as if she were talking to a child (which, Vi admitted, she probably was), “In a world where a single person can wipe out an entire army, I don’t think our chests should be your top priority.”

“Of course you’d say that,” Lux groaned. She stalked up to the immobilized Sherriff and jabbed one of her sizable breasts with an index finger, triggering the older woman to frown in distaste. “You’re one of the worst of the lot. Why on earth is a respectable and upper-class police officer like yourself parading around her assets in a uniform that looks like it was taken straight out of a strip club?”

Caitlyn blinked three times. “I have no compunctions or desires revolving around the showcasing of my body whatsoever. I simply require an attire that lets me accomplish my tasks with minimal rancor involved and nothing else.”

“Yeah, that’s just a polite way of saying you’re okay with showing off,” Lux shot back.

“Making an impression on others is helpful, but largely peripheral to my main objectives.”

“And you think giving the impression that you’re the worst dressed cop on Runeterra is okay?”

Caitlyn frowned. “You seem to have the impression that I care.”

“If you don’t know what effect your body has on others, then you’re a fool.”

A shrug. “I am a well-endowed woman,” she said simply, making Ezreal, Lux and Vi’s faces turn red, though all for different reasons. “It’s not my choice to be like that, and nor is it any of my concern.”

Lux snorted. “You’re just missing the point.” She suddenly rounded on Vi. “And you?”

Vi rolled her eyes. “Oh, come on, you can’t seriously say a full suit of power armour is dressing like a slut.”

“I don’t care about that.” Lux’s eyes narrowed. “You hide it well, but I know you’re almost as big as Caitlyn under that cute little tux of yours.”

“Yeah, and?”

“So you’re yet another woman with huge boobs.”

“And you’re just so jealous of us all, is that it?”

Lux gritted her teeth. “If that was all it was, I’d be fine. But instead I see abominations like your fuzzy-cuffs-loving Sherriff over there with cleavage you could swallow a bullock in and a pair of lethal Noxian assassins who don’t show an ounce of fat with breasts so big they need to reinforce their tops with stronger leather to carry them and shy Sona who hasn’t been able to see her feet since she was thirteen.” She threw her hands up in exasperation. “And the instant I try to join them I just get told I’m stepping out of my place and I should go back to normal!”

The light mage spent several seconds fuming on the spot, and Vi almost had to fight down a shred of sympathy. “Well, having tits the size of Cupcake’s here is pretty normal. Having tits the size of your head isn’t.”

“Lux, babe,” Ezreal pleaded, finally deciding to speak up. “Please. You don’t need big boobs to be beautiful.”

Lux turned to regard him. “But I just wanted to try. Is that so wrong that everyone has to start alienating me?”

“No, no, no,” he insisted, emphasising each word with a shake of his head. “Just be yourself. It’s who I love.”

The Demacian froze in place staring at her boyfriend for several long moments. “It is?” she asked.

“Of course,” Ezreal said, sounding almost baffled that he needed to point this out. “Why else would I be your boyfriend?”

Lux did not answer, mentally grinding gears in her head as she apparently reviewed her actions over the past few hours. Eventually, she sighed and put a hand to her temple. “I’ve been a real bitch lately, haven’t I?”

“A little bit,” said Ezreal.

“Marginally,” said Caitlyn.

“Yep,” said Vi.

Lux rolled her eyes at that, but said nothing. Instead, she raised her hand and cast a brilliant ball of light that nearly blinded Vi on the spot, filling the room with light. Once the light finally faded and Vi was able to look back at her directly, her breasts had miraculously shrunk back down to something much more reasonable – she was definitely still bustier than Caitlyn, but no longer comically so.

“You still never told me how you did that,” Ezreal said.

“Ahri showed me a trick once,” she said. She didn’t elaborate further. “We should probably head back to Demacia and see that my brother hasn’t heard anything he shouldn’t have after this.”

Like hell she was getting away with all this. “That’s too bad,” Vi spoke up. “As soon as we get out of here you’re under arrest for assaulting two police officers and an innocent bystander.”

Lux turned to stare at her. “I put some bindings around your legs. How is that assault?”

“Counts as assault in my book.”

She scowled. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to make sure you won’t get out of here any time soon, won’t I?” she said irritably.

The look Caitlyn was shooting Vi suggested strongly that what she’d just said wasn’t something that should have been said. “Forgive my partner,” the blue-haired woman said. “Her belligerence needs an outlet after prolonged idling. She didn’t mean it.”

The mage crossed her arms. “I don’t believe you.”

Ezreal actually sighed. “Looks, girls, we can sort this out. Don’t need to make this any bigger than just a misunderstanding.”

“They’re both probably itching to humiliate me after I just told them all that,” Lux retorted. “Just relax, Ez. I’m not going to do anything… permanent… to them. And you’ll probably enjoy it anyway.”

“I will?” he asked, bewildered.

“You’re not doing anything to us,” Vi growled.

Lux ignored her and turned back to face the two bound policewomen and her hand twitched. Abruptly, Vi felt her arms snap upwards as two more bindings secured themselves around her wrists. She struggled, but they held fast. Beside her, Caitlyn found her arms also being locked away.

“I’ll probably do you first,” Lux murmured, starting towards Caitlyn. “Maybe Vi might enjoy this too.”

“You stay the fuck away from her!” the Enforcer exploded, straining against the bindings with all her might to no avail.

Lux reached out her hands towards the blue-haired lady. Caitlyn shied away as best she could, the flickers of dread crossing her pretty features, but could not stop the mage from gently resting her palms on… her breasts?

Cupcake blinked as Lux’s fingers closed around her large bosom, but Lux had already stopped moving and shut her eyes, breathing deeply. The woman’s eyes flitted between the silent mage and what she was grabbing several times in confusion. Finally, she said slowly, “I can see how these two might enjoy watching a groping session, but I don’t see how that is going to make me stay put.”

“Pass out from nosebleeds, probably,” Ezreal muttered. The pinkette snorted quietly in amusement.

Lux did not say anything immediately, but she eventually opened her eyes and took her hands off the woman’s chest. “Alright, done.”

“What did you do?” Vi asked nervously. Lux ignored her.

Caitlyn’s brow furrowed. “What did you do?” She was starting to squirm in her restraints, evidently feeling something building up within her body.

“Ahri showed me a cool trick once,” the mage murmured, peering intently at the officer’s heaving breasts. “Her way of doing it was insanely crude, but I managed to improve upon it a little since I learned how to use it.”

“Lux!” Caitlyn snapped, her alarm overriding her normally calm demeanour. “What have you done to me?!” She twisted and squirmed in her bindings, teeth gritted at something deeply unpleasant.

“Calm down,” she grumbled. “It won’t kill you. Well, not unless I deliberately overcharge it, but I haven’t done that.”

The Sherriff sucked in a breath. It felt like every nerve in her body was being charged with something and firing all at once. The feeling intensified, and then intensified again so much so that she let out a loud gasp and arched her back as much as she would be allowed.

The feeling faded.

She blinked. “What the-“ She halted mid-sentence as she suddenly felt her upper torso come alive with an odd sensation of pressure. She angled her head down and stared at her chest.

It was growing larger. Like, literally, her boobs looked like they were growing inside her dress.

Her eye twitched. “You’re… making my boobs bigger. How original.”

“The fuuuuuck…” Vi trailed off lamely. She’d gone slack-jawed and didn’t look about to pick it up any time soon.

Ezreal had gone bright red and hastily averted his gaze.

The Sherriff of Piltover shifted a little in discomfort as her breasts gently swelled larger with each passing moment, like watching a pair of water balloons inflate under her skin. Within moments she’d outstripped the E-cups she was so famously known for, and Lux’s magic, however it did it, was well on its way into pushing her towards the middle of the alphabet.

Her dress had been close to skintight to start with, of course, but the new flesh piling up inside it was starting to pull it even tighter across her shoulders, gradually whitening as her pale skin started to show through the thinning fabric. Caitlyn twitched as she felt a thread or two snap along the back of her top.

“So, what do you think of it?” Lux suddenly asked.

Caitlyn frowned as she looked up at her. “How are you fuelling this magic?”

“Ah, now that’s the clever part,” she said, breaking out into a wide grin. “Normally one would use their own energy to power it, but a bit of clever spellweaving on my part means that I’m simply tricking your body into using its own mana to do it.”

The lady grunted as another stitch popped across her back again. Her boobs were starting to look like she’d stuffed her dress with grapefruits. Large grapefruits. “What a novel idea.”

“Oh, it’s not something you can really take much advantage of normally,” Lux admitted, apparently missing her sarcasm. “You need to keep contact with whoever you’re trying to modify for several seconds and it’s basically useless against anyone who has more than a passing knowledge on mana manipulation.” She shrugged. “But you’re both restrained and neither of you know how to do that. So… there you go.”

Caitlyn let out a huff, but said nothing more.

The increased mass on her chest was starting to become very noticeable now, and the lady was forced to start leaning backwards against her bindings to counterbalance their weight. Her dress had been filled practically to the limit, the grinding noise of stressed fabric resounding all over her top. The threads had gone almost translucent, a far paler shade of purple than she’d entered the room with. The first crackles of ripping threads began to sound out as her growing body looked to burst out of its cloth prison through sheer volume. Her neckline, once above her collar bone, had now been dragged down almost past her sternum, exposing a vast amount of bulging cleavage.

As Caitlyn continued to watch her boobs pump up in silence, Lux turned to Vi, who stiffened. “Don’t you even dare-“

“Sorry,” was all Lux said, taking two steps forward and planting her hands on the front of Vi’s white jacket and ignoring her attempts to throw her off.

“Hey, Ez!” she demanded. “You’re her boyfriend! Tell her to stop already!”

The Explorer managed to tear his eyes away from Caitlyn’s alarmingly tight top to give her an ashamed look. “Lux, baby, can you not-“

“No,” Lux said, not opening her eyes yet.

The young man winced.

“That’s pathetic, Ez,” Vi spat. “Lux, if you do this to me, I’ll fucking suffocate you with them as soon as I get the chance to. Do you hear me?”

“Crystal,” she drawled. Her eyes opened and she appraised Vi’s chest. “Right, done. It shouldn’t hurt you. Well, not unless you’re wearing a really strong bra or something.”

The Enforcer immediately regretted putting on that minimizing bra that morning. The perils of trying to downplay how busty she actually was. She scowled. “At least let me take off my clothes? I like these things.”

“No,” she said as she retreated to a safe distance to observe. Vi snorted and decided to check back on Cait before all hell broke loose on her own body.

The blue-haired lady’s chest was so large now that the popping noises of snapping threads had loudened to the point that they resembled popcorn in a slab furnace, with breast flesh splitting more and more gaps until it resembled the texture of a Swiss cheese. Caitlyn was still silent, though for certain she was having extreme difficulty in just breathing.

“Ahri’s spell was quite primitive and she was limited by the tensile strength of her own skin when it came to her maximum capacity,” Lux informed them. “I tried to modify it to raise or remove that limit but I haven’t had anyone volunteer for me to test it on yet. I guess this can double as an experiment for that.”

Caitlyn whispered something in a voice too low for them all to hear, though Vi reasoned she simply didn’t want to waste her limited air. Instead, the sound that dominated the room right then was a loud crack as a huge rip suddenly split itself open on the very front of her dress, right down the line made by her breasts crushing against each other in her top. She might have been around the size Lux had been earlier, only with a dress with far less stretch to it.

“Too tight,” Caitlyn whispered in a strained voice.

“Quite,” Lux said. “They make pretty robust clothes in Piltover, it seems.”

Cait’s fists had clenched, and Vi hoped it was out of a desire to punch the smug Demacian right in the face.

The pinkette opened her mouth to fire an insult of her own, but froze as the odd sensations bouncing through her body ceased. She couldn’t even bring herself to mutter an aggravated, “Shit,” before she felt her breasts twitch inside her bra and begin to inflate much as Cupcake’s were doing. Wearing more numerous and thicker layers, her growth wasn’t nearly as pronounced, but it only took a few seconds before she felt her boobs gently begin to push the cups of her brassiere out from her body and pull tight the straps running over her shoulders.

Another noisy shrrrrip sound exploded from Caitlyn’s tortured dress followed by a sullen grunt from its wearer as the rip was forced open again by her expanding breasts, nearly splitting it in half as the upper tip nearly reached her neckline. All that was left between her and complete toplessness were a few brave threads still holding together at the hem, and with the rate at which the woman’s chest meat was starting to bloat painfully into whatever space the new tears were offering, their last stand wouldn’t be for very long. She’d long since surpassed watermelons by this stage – compressed as it was, her bust was closer in size to misshapen pumpkins.

Vi grunted as her bra tightened again, feeling her enlarging assets start to swell into the gap the garment made with her torso. Being able to overflow a bra like that wasn’t making for a pleasant image, and if Cupcake was any indication, she had an awful lot to go yet.

“Thought you’d be a bit bigger than this.”

Vi looked up to see the light mage frowning at her. She bared her teeth. “Least I don’t need to cheat to be bigger than someone else.”

Lux bristled. “Cheat? So this is all just a competition to you?”

“You’re making it a competition with this shit you’re throwing at us!” Vi roared. She sucked in a rapid breath as her lungs had to fight against her oppressively tight bra to draw in any air. “And you know what’s funny? The moment you got giant cans yourself you started acting like you’re hot shit. The hypocrisy is burning my eyes.”

The two paused in their arguing as, with a loud bang, Caitlyn’s dress could finally hold no more and snapped in half from the waist up, the two useless flaps of clothing flying outwards as her boobs surged outward several inches in an instant. The blue-haired women sucked in generous breath as the pressure on her lungs finally abated, although a different kind of pressure picked up as her enormously full breasts almost sagged to her knees, trying to drag her to the floor. Then Lux snapped her fingers and moments later that was exactly what happened, as the bindings around Caitlyn’s wrists and ankles vanished and the surprised woman crumpled to the floor chest-first.

Cupcake’s cupcakes were… well, huge, and Vi could not help but need to swallow a mouthful of saliva upon seeing her consummate partner completely topless for the first time. Her nipples were a soft brown colour and surprisingly puffy, while the rest of her tits were nigh-flawless spheres of flesh that just barely deformed under the weight of the Sherriff’s body lying on top them. What Vi would give just to get Caitlyn to shut up and let her grope those things for a few minutes…

Said cop, by contrast, could only stare in utter irritation at her gigantic bustline before hooking her arms underneath them and straining with all her might to stand up with them. She barely got them a few centimetres off the ground before her spindly arms failed her and she crashed to the floor again, where she promptly resumed lying in silence and slowly being pushed further and further from the floor as her breasts billowed larger underneath her.

“I’m not using my breasts as leverage,” the light mage resumed their conversation as Caitlyn continued to grumble at how comically large she was getting. “It made me feel a bit more confident, so I put myself out a bit more.”

“Because that’s totally different,” Vi snapped weakly, trying desperately to ignore the way her bra straps were agonizingly slicing into her shoulders. Her undershirt was starting to show the outlines of her bra and her monstrously distended boobs bulging out everywhere around it, and it wasn’t a pretty sight.

“It is,” Lux said sharply. She glanced down a little. “Looking pretty tight under there. That can’t be comfortable.”

Vi said nothing at that, because she was exactly right. For Caitlyn, the growth was probably no longer very visible, but Vi, with her thicker set of clothing, could easily feel her breasts becoming bigger, fuller and heavier with each passing moment, and she was sure by now that her bra straps were going to draw blood if they weren’t already.

And she couldn’t fucking breath. Demeaning or not, Vi was desperate for her bra to explode just so she could get some air.

“How big are you normally?” Lux asked curiously. The pinkette stared at her and bared her teeth, not bothering to talk. If looks could kill, Luxanna Crownguard would’ve been rendered into a fine paste on the walls.

“She’s a D, I believe,” Caitlyn suddenly spoke up. She’d apparently grown bored with watching herself and was instead staring at Vi, propping up her head with an elbow resting on one overinflated boob.

The blonde gave the immobilized woman an aside glance. “Ah. Thanks. But how would you- actually, no, I’m not sure I want to know that.”

“No, you don’t.”

Vi scowled. Come on, she’d gotten them into this mess, but that was definitely no reason to start singling her out like this…

The Enforcer’s entire body flinched wildly as her bra finally failed, the band latch practically disintegrating as her boobs shot forward and pushed her jacket and undershirt several inches out and up. With it came a wave of relief as she could finally draw an actual breath, and the young woman spent several seconds just drawing in frantic breaths.

With their full size now revealed, Vi couldn’t help but blush a little. Even with all the layers of clothing, there was no way she could be mistaken for anything but a supremely busty woman now, with the jacket pulled tightly across her boobs and tie resting almost horizontally on the massive shelf they made.

“A lot perkier than Cait’s, I think,” Lux said. As Vi blinked at her, she went on, “Well, I’m assuming that you have much stronger pectoral muscles than her. They act a bit like a natural bra if they’re well-developed.”

“Well, fuckin’ lot of good it’s going to do me when I’m as big as that,” she scowled, indicating the disabled blue-haired lady a few feet away. Caitlyn’s bloated knockers had grown to the size of… well, Vi didn’t know what was a good comparison, but they looked like they could’ve been four feet across each by now. Maybe her lying on them was making them look smaller, she wasn’t sure.

“Nope,” Lux admitted.

What Vi’s bra had been unable to take, her tuxedo was now struggling to contain instead, as the fabric around the golden buttons securing her jacket in place started to warp as her breasts tried to burst her top apart. The Enforcer squirmed in place, trying to get her jacket to shift to a more comfortable position.

“Lux,” Cait said, “I think I’m quite big enough now.”

The light mage took her gaze off Vi’s bra-busting boobs to glance down at the blue-haired lady, who was looking completely bored with herself. Her boobs were easily four feet across by now and didn't look about to explode from overfilling. “Ah, so my improvements did seem to work. That’s good to know.”

“At least tell me how I can get rid of them?” Cait asked.

“They’ll go down in a few hours after your body reabsorbs all the mana,” Lux said dismissively. She kneeled down and put her hands on her bosom again, her palms gently sinking into the pliable flesh. After a few moments, she pulled back and appraised her. “Alright, I’ll settle for that.”

“Yes, I think we all can,” the Sherriff snarked.

“Don’t push your luck,” Lux said warningly, resuming her observations of Vi. Knowing when to fight her battles, Caitlyn fell silent.

Being made of much sterner stuff than her partner’s ornate dress, breast flesh had started to pile up underneath Vi’s white jacket, creeping skyward to slowly push the blue shirt just below her neck away from her torso. Every breath Vi took emphasized their size even more as they squeezed out through her jacket’s neckline.

The now very top-heavy Enforcer gritted her teeth and kept her lungs working as her breasts continued to swell and tighten with her top, her front now undoubtedly looking like a mass of creases as her jacket’s buttons utterly refused to give way no matter what. Judging by how much her blue undershirt was threatening to touch her chin if she looked down, she estimated her boobs were around as big as her head. Damn.

“C’mon, Lux,” she grunted, “please let me take this off. It’s expensive.”

“Begging is a bit low for you,” Lux observed. Before Vi could snarl a retort, she waved a hand. “Alright, alright. But I’m the one who’s doing it, though.”

The woman could not care enough to say anything beyond that. Instead, she settled for just glaring as Lux took two steps forward and set her hands to work on undoing the monstrously tight buttons on her front. Vi could not help but shiver a little as the girl’s fingers brushed against the surface of her tits through the fabric, and it wasn’t a shiver of fright, either. She actually sucked in a breath as Lux frowned and pressed much harder to try and get some leeway in taking the stubborn metal circles off. Eventually, she managed it. After letting go of the fourth and final button, Lux squeaked as she nearly found herself the recipient of a boob-punch to the face when Vi’s hugely enlarged knockers exploded out from their confines by several inches, before once again the stress was taken up by her shirt.

With little containment left to disguise their size now, Vi could clearly see her boobs, bigger than Lux’s used to be, pressing tightly against her top, and hanging nearly as low as her navel. Vi could feel the movements of cool air brushing its way through the gaps between her buttons.

They were also exceedingly heavy. Vi groaned as she struggled to avoid breaking her wrists against the bindings with the full weight of what felt like two bowling balls attached to her chest.

“Nearly there,” Lux said in what was probably supposed to be a reassuring tone. She snapped her fingers.

Unexpectedly, it was Ezreal that nearly crumpled to the floor in surprise and not Vi. The Enforcer had almost forgotten he was there. The young blonde stood up, his face a dark red. Judging by the suspicious way his pants had bulged above his groin and how he was shifting his legs uncomfortably, Vi guessed his body wasn’t the only thing to have straightened up. As he busied himself with distractions from the two almost-topless women in the room, Vi turned her attentions back to her growing breasts.

Her shirt hadn’t really lasted all that long. The way they completely dominated her view whenever she looked down wasn’t increasing, but she could feel them still filling up and pressing into the space above her stomach. Every breath she took made them look like they were swelling even faster, only inflaming Vi’s enthralled mood.

It took a few minutes of the pressure gradually increasing once again until her shirt had reached its limits, her breasts surging into every single gap available to them, and then its demise did not take long. The first ping of a button sounded out, and then another, and then another, only a few scant moments after one other as the force from each one bursting sent jiggles through her compressed boobs that triggered the next one. Within moments, the four middle buttons had all failed, and a few seconds of growth later, the shirt ripped around the pins keeping it tucked into her pants, snapping her shirt upwards so fast they nearly hit Vi in the face. Her boobs, finally free of everything that held them back, bloated in a fraction of a second into the space locked off by her shirt. They finally stopped, engorged nipples dangling nearly past her waist.

Vi couldn’t help but blush even more, but Luxanna apparently decided to save her the embarrassment as she snapped her fingers. Her stomach dropped almost as fast her hulky bustline as the bindings she’d been keeping herself upright on vanished, and she promptly slapped face-first into her own boobs before coming to a gruelling halt on the carpet.

Vi groaned as she pushed herself up, coming perilously close to actually moaning in lust as her palms rubbed against her sensitive skin. She blinked a few times to clear her blurred vision before feeling her face heat as she stared at her breasts.

They were absolutely enormous – not at all as large as Cait’s, but perhaps two feet across each, so ridiculous nonetheless. Her skin was still as smooth as she liked to keep it, and their shape was just slightly deformed from a spheres enough that they looked aesthetically pleasing instead of ‘too large’. And they were just so wonderfully soft to the touch and sent ripples of electricity through her body with every movement… Vi just barely managed to catch herself before she could start groping her boobs in front of Caitlyn.

Damn. Maybe this was how Sona or Miss Fortune felt on a daily basis.

“That should keep you in place for a while,” Lux concluded after a few moments of reflection. “Or at least make you so immobile you can’t possibly chase me. Ez, let’s go.”

The Explorer jumped, face still red as a beetroot. “What? Oh, uh, right.”

Vi looked up at her, just about finding the heart to glare. “We’ll get you for this some day,” she growled as Lux sauntered past.

The Crownguard shrugged as she reached out to open the door. “Maybe,” she acknowledged. “But that day’s not tod-“

And then in what Caitlyn would probably call with a sardonic eyebrow, “ironic retribution,” the youngest daughter of the Demacian royal guard family paused as a snap trap crunched into her shin.

All three other occupants of the room then had to immediately cover their ears as the pretty blonde let out the loudest scream Vi had ever heard and leaped nearly five feet into the air. For a mage who spent most of the time throwing balls of light from the backline, Lux had some pretty explosive leg power. The young woman crashed to the floor in an unceremonious heap, clutching her bleeding leg in agony.

“Did you actually just fall for something so obvious?” Caitlyn drawled.

Lux did not respond… or at least if she did they couldn’t hear it over the sounds of her screaming.

Ezreal just stood there guffawing. So much for a true display of skill, Vi grumbled internally. Eventually he made his way over, but it was clear from his frantic expression he didn’t have an answer to her predicament. Caitlyn didn’t make her traps with effortless solutions to unlock them.

Eyes narrowing at the thrashing blonde, Vi switched her attention to her massive boobs. For certain, they were heavy, but if she really put her back into it…

With Caitlyn watching, Vi got to her knees and slipped her forearms underneath her massive boobs. She’d have only one chance to do this, and she doubted she could hold their immense weight for long, so she had better make this quick.

Lux had reduced her wailing to just a few pained whimpers as Ezreal delicately tried to extract the bloodied yordle snap trap from the wound on her leg. She still had more than enough situation awareness, however, to look up in surprise and look horrified as a rogue Vi roared and threw herself – and her huge breasts – straight over Lux’s face. The two promptly went down, the blonde neatly buried under a mountain of breast flesh.

Vi burst out into laughter as Lux frantically threw her arms about from underneath her, trying and failing to dislodge her. “Told you I’d do that.”

“Nice one,” Caitlyn commented as she inspected her fingernails.

Poor Ezreal looked even more at a loss now.

To make the situation that much more awkward for everyone involved, the door then burst open.

“No need to fear, I heard your scream!” Jayce proclaimed as he strode in. “Who’s in need of… rescuing… today…” He trailed off lamely as he stared at the madly flushing Ezreal, Vi with boobs far bigger than her head smothering an unfortunate Lux underneath her, and a bored-looking Caitlyn languishing on boobs the size of almost her entire body. All the confidence had drained from his face… as had the interest of all the other partygoers in the doorway who had followed him out of curiosity.

Vi and Caitlyn exchanged a look. “Mind helping us up, big boy?” Vi asked sheepishly.