It was silent in the office, the only noise was Heimerdinger grumbling on how he'd rather be in his workshop working on a modification for Tristana. His lids were lowered, focused on the papers he had to fill out from damages that his fellow scientist Ziggs had created; he was too busy to notice the sound of heavy steps approaching his door. A few solid knocks emitted from the outside.
"Hmm, yes-ah! Come in!"
The doorknob turned, Heimer could hear the door open and then shut signaling the arrival of a visitor. Heimer had his attention locked to the damage report. He could hear the sound of two hard steps as the floor creaked.
"If you're here on the inquiry of these reports, it would be best to spare - oh! Oh! Sarah Fortune! What in Runeterra?!" Heimer threw his weight behind him, threatening to throw him off his high swivel chair. His eyes in disbelief as the bounty hunter stood at his door, an over endowed behemoth, her original size 5'4 was now close to reaching 7ft.
"What's the meaning of this situation? Why are you so radically proportioned?"
The Yordle adjusted his specs and leaned forward. "It was those Zaunites wasn't it? Serves Bilgewater right for conducting business with those ignoramuses..." The scientist folded his arms and rested back into his chair.
Miss Sarah Fortune stood straight up and rested her hands on her large hips. "If you would allow me to explain!" Besides, I would never allow those sleazeballs to lay a hand on me... As you can see - I'm too big!" The bounty hunter heaved her chest, allowing her breasts to bounce freely. Barely as big as her head, the perfect breasts she had were now just as full and sported a deep cleavage.
The Yordle was ill prepared, his face turned red and his heart racing, till now did he bother to take a closer look at her physique. Her body was huge, but it had also grown thick. Her abs remained but they began to bulge alongside her stomach with prominence. Her thighs too begun to swell, they looked almost inflated. The skin of her thighs were ballooning out from the sides of her cut outs, threatening to escape and burst the seams of her pants. He feared the imagery of her ass, he knew that it would either meet or surpass his expectations; one turn would spell the end for the scientist. He suspected that her clothes were currently enchanted, but they could not keep up and were doing a poor job in containing her form.
Heimerdinger looked down in an attempt to recover his composure, "Yes, my apologies, please explain your predicament.
"Hmhm..." Miss Fortune gave a small grin. She sashayed toward the Yordle, her hips producing large but slow movements, he suspected that any bigger and she would begin to waddle. "I purchased a defective Elixir during a battle in the Rift, it contained an ingredient only used in a handful of items and was a catalyst for growth in Elixir of Iron. Turns out it didn't sit well in tandem with Lulu's magic, the poor sweetie tried to revert me to size, but we had to quit when it only caused the spell to worsen. The Institute of Magic gave me a temporary serum that would only shrink me down to 6'8 and offered me a vouch to any researcher for a cure." The bounty hunter moved closer and closer throughout her story, her footsteps producing heavy clunks and creaks. As she moved in toward the desk, her mouth would begin to disappear as her breasts concealed more and more of her face till at last her eyes disappeared; the Yordle was towered by a large, ballooned mass of contained flesh that danced in a massive white top. Miss Fortune sat down on a chair, and as she did the poor seat screamed in agony, barely supporting her heavy butt.
"So as you can see, I'm still -" Miss Fortune paused, the sound of her top stretching could be heard.
Heimer already had an an eye full from where he stood. He could see her growing taller, but her breasts were growing just as fast, each beyond the size of her head. Her oversized, volleyball tits now spanned 45 inches in diameter, they nearly took up the width of the desk. All Heimer could see from his vision was Fortune's mouth agape as her breasts grew fuller and rounder, her left bosom was shoving his lamp. A quick surge in growth caused he boob to wobble, tipping over the lamp and rolling it off the desk. She was now a meter taller.
In long silence, Heimer stared at her breasts rising and falling. Above he could see a mountain of cleavage, Miss Fortune's mouth was still open, breathing slightly heavier than before. He shifted down to look toward his papers, but where his work was supposed to be was obstructed by the front of her boobs.
"Ahum! 8 meters now I see... well now that my schedule was been cleared, I now will have to work towards finding you a cure, but first..." Heimerdinger produced a potion from his desk, while I can't revert you anything past 6'8, it will give me a fair head start while I begin to operate on finding you a cure. The potion however is a temporary shrinking serum, and it could be a catalyst for more aggressive growth in the future.
Miss Fortune reaches toward the serum and grabs it.
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