Tristana's Magical Hijinks (NSFW)

Lulu huffed audibly, crossing her arms in front of her chest as she tried to ignore the rattling of the Yordle standing against the wall next to her. Tristana would always gawk about her most recent  game and how well she had done in it. Everytime it seemed the gunner wanted to talk it was always about bragging about how well she did or how much the enemy team sucked.

“And so by the 15 minute mark I had already finished my Infinity Edge on top of my Blade of the Ruined King!” Tristana threw her head back and laughed as she mimicked the death cries of the enemy Quinn as she jumped on top of her for a triple kill. “Oh, oh, and get this! They tried getting the dragon without checking for wards about halfway through. I ran all the way from base, jumped into the canyon, hit it twice after I threw a bomb on it, and got an automatic double kill! I jumped right back out with barely a scratch! They barely knew what hit ‘em!” She steadied herself before she fell back from laughing too hard. Lulu groaned and rubbed the lines along her forehead.

“You know, I’m pretty sure your team helped you get that far ahead!” The mage retorted, hoping this conversation wouldn’t last for much longer.

“Eh? Oh, yeah yeah, but then-but then! Gragas tries throwing himself into us, trying to surprise us, and I just blast him away and he threw that explosive barrel of his in the wrong direction! I almost freaking lost it watching him run back to base!” Tristana slapped her knee, chortling heartily. Her voice carried through the hallway where the two were situated just outside the Fields of Justice. Lulu had not had the best day in regards to the few matches she was a part of, and hearing her friend brag about her exploits once again was growing tiresome.

“Well, I’m happy that you got a laugh out of their misfortune, but don’t you thi-?” Lulu began only to cut herself off short, seeing  Tristana turn her head towards Sona who fluttered past them.

“Wait wait, hold on a sec. Hey Sona!” The gunner called out, trailing along after the musician. She looked over her shoulder, her sad features were reflected briefly before she donned a meek smile. “Hey, good game earlier, eh?” Sona’s face turned distraught as she blinked then looked away in defeat. Tristana chuckled and laid her hands on her belt. “Yeah, better luck next time, sister.  But hey, look on the bright side. Since you float, you team doesn’t need to work as hard to carry you!” As the Yordle broke out into another fit of laughter, Sona mouthed a gasp. The minstrel’s cheeks flared with anger and she looked like she was going to do something, but soon let it drop, opting to go about as she was. Tristana watched as Sona stormed off, cocking her head to the side. “Aww, come on Sona! I was just kidding around!” It became obvious that she wasn’t getting through to the human, despite her best attempts.  “Oh, okay then. Then just go ahead and pout!” Turning back towards her companion, she was met with an agape stare.

“Tris-! Tristana! What in the world was that about?!” Lulu shook her hands in anger, almost causing her hat to fall off.

“What, that!? Come on, that was just some playful banter! It’s not my fault Sona’s got no sense of humor!”

“Why would you say that to her though?! She’s one of the nicest people in the League! And she always makes sure to honor her teammates after her matches!” Tristana blew a spare bang out of her eyes.

“Hey, it was just a friendly jab. And come on, it’s not like she’s the most popular champion right now. The only reason she gets played half the time nowadays is because of that bodysuit of hers. I mean, have you freaking seen her in that thing?!” Tristana held her hands in front of her chest to showcase her points. “She acts all sweet and innocent while she swings those things in everyone’s faces?! I’m surprised she doesn’t switch to being a melee fighter and heave those things around! She could knock Darius on his butt with one blow!” Tristana’s attitude was now beginning to anger Lulu, who grimaced at her friend.

“Tristana, please…”

“Oh! Oh! And that rump of hers? Are you kidding me!?” She turned around and stuck her butt out, shaking her hips to further prove her point. “I’m surprised she can keep herself afloat with that much freaking baggage!” As she got up, she laid her hands on the back of her hips, looking at her form. “I mean, I’ve got a pretty sweet deal right now, but she’s practically a walking baby-maker!” Her lungs began to hurt from laughing so much. So much so that she had to brace herself once again against the wall to support herself. Once the fit ran its course, she stood back up, wiping away a tear. “Oh man, that’s too good!” Swiveling around, Tristana’s ears perked as she saw Lulu glaring daggers at her, the mage’s staff in hand and pointing right at her. “Err…whatcha doing?”

A sparkle shined in Lulu’s eyes as she declared, “Hugify!” A wisp of magic began to circle the gunner, illuminating the narrow hallway in a white glow. Under Lulu’s orders, the wisp wrapped around the blue girl in a veil of tantalizing light before quickly dissipating in a bright flash. Tristana scrunched up, still in shock, waiting for the spell to take effect. After a moment of peace had passed, the gunner relaxed a bit, looking at her hands and then to the rest of her body. Nothing else seemed amiss.

“What the heck, Lulu!” Tristana boomed, her  face turning dark from anger. “Don’t freaking scare me like tha-!” Her eyes soon went from showing rage to shock as her pupils narrowed into pins. It became hard to breath for the Yordle as her chest felt compressed within her attire. Looking down, she saw her body began to enlarge, but her clothes failed to follow suit. The meager cloth that covered her chest began to swell, growing tight as her bosom expanded at an alarming rate. Tristana gasped, trying to keep herself together. Looking to the Yordle who casted the spell for answers, she saw the girl grinning at her evilly. “L-Lulu! You-! You brat! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

The mage raised her eyebrows in response, still smiling wickedly as Tristana knelt down in an effort to keep her shirt from tearing. Her chest was already the size of her fists and didn’t seem to be slowing down. Clenching her teeth, she laid her palms on the flesh, hoping she could possibly push them back into her. Hearing a stomp on the floor, she raised her head, looking up in horror as Lulu loomed over her.

“Aw, what’s the matter, Tristana? I just thought since you’re so used to carrying your team you could use the extra weight!” Lulu stared crazily as Tristana now wrapped her arms around herself in an attempt to stay the spell, but it had little, if any, effect. “Or is being a wittle bit of magic too much for you to handle?” She puckered her lips as she bent down, continuing her teasing. “Aww, you know? I could get a wig and you’d look just like Sona right now - like a cute little cow! Or a blueberry with boobs!” She paused and her face lit up. “A boob-berry!” She clapped her hands in excitement as she gleefully repeated the new title. “Boob-berry! Boob-berry! Boob-berry!” Tristana tried to lash out, having enough of the younger Yordle’s antics.

“Listen here you little-!” She raised her hand to grab at her, but the sudden intake of air into her lungs forced too much pressure onto her shirt. A loud tearing sound broke through Lulu’s chanting, causing both of them to go quiet. Tristana’s head shakily lowered to her chest. There was a noticeable tear going down the very center of it, giving a peak at the now ample amount of cleavage she was sporting. “Wha…? Wha…?!” Her breasts were now at least twice the size of her hands. They wavered as she hit the floor, having difficulty supporting herself sitting up. The strip of cloth that was her shirt was the only binding keeping them from spilling out. Unfortunately it was barely any help as the lumps of flesh were merely pushed to the top and bottom, pushing out like water balloons tied with wire. “How-? How the hell am I supposed to rocket jump with these udders on me?! Lulu! Fix this!!” Tristana spat, now on her hands and knees.

Lulu, who still stood over top of the struggling girl, had difficulty hiding her grin behind her fingers. “Oh my gosh, Tristana!” Her excited tone not only furthered angered the gunner, but also concerned her. “I never thought I could actually Hugify a certain portion of someone’s body! And look!” She dipped down, marveling at the long line of cleavage Tristana’s breasts formed. “Look at those things! They’re look so fantastic!” She reached a hand out and clutched one of the large orbs, ushering a gasp from her companion. “And they feel wondrous! They’re really heavy too! Does it hurt?” She asked inquiringly, not so much as to get a straight answer, but to further torment the quivering Yordle.

“Lu…Lulu! I-I’m! I’m going to freaking kill yo-!” Before Tristana could even finish that though, her body was engulfed by a stream of light that fell from the Heavens, or the roof since they were indoors. “No! No! Not now, Lulu! Fix me! I’m being summoned! FIX MEEEeeeee-!” Her form disintegrated into the haunting aura as the remnants of her voice escaped through the halls of the corridor they were in. Lulu was left standing alone, holding her staff and looking up at the ceiling with mixed emotions.

Perhaps she did go a bit too far?

As the horn of battle sounded in Summoner’s Rift, the purple team got themselves situated. Brand and Elise nodded at each other to combat the enemy Malzahar while Darius cracked his knuckles in anticipation, sneering at his axe, and waiting for the barriers around the spawn fountain to unlock. Meanwhile Sona was missing perusing the shop’s wares, wondering if she wanted to splurge for the additional ward or buy her usual amount of biscuits.

As the last beam of light fell upon the four champions, they each craned their heads at the sight in front of them. Tristana was heaving for breath, awkwardly trying to drag her cannon with one arm, and hold together her massive bosom with the other. Darius cackled loudly, watching her squirm while Malzahar just shook his head, knowing this match was an automatic loss. Elise brought a finger to her lip as she watched, amused.

“It seems I’ve got some competition!” The words flowed like her potent venom out of her lips. As the spawn fountain unlocked and the champions went to their separate positions, Tristana let out a yelp. Frustrated and embarrassed, she grabbed a Doran’s sword and her health potions, hoping that she could at least aim in the general direction of the minions in her lane and get enough gold to afford some actual clothing.

Before she could walk out, however, she felt someone bump against her, causing her to fall down with her cannon. Sona smiled sweetly, holding her hand over her mouth to imitate laughter. She her shook her hips slowly from side to side, making sure she took in the apathetic scene. With a wink and a wave of her hand, she made her way towards bottom lane, leaving the struggling Yordle in tow.