Ezreal's workout

Striding into the gym with confidence and his workout shorts, Ezreal made a beeline to the weights. Grabbing a pair of 5 pound dumbbells he began furiously 'pumping metal'. Barely a minute in he was already sweating profusely, his arms sore and his breathing heavy as he continued on, sweat running down his brow. A small snort behind him broke his concentration, and he looked around absentmindedly, the quality of his form dropping significantly as his eyes settled on Riven, a huge dumbbell in her hand as she pumped it effortlessly. "You need some empty bars to lift, twink?" she teased as he set his dumbbells down indignantly, pouting. "Aw don't be like that lightweight, I'm just messing with you. We all started somewhere." "Well, I can't help it, Piltoverians are known for being smart, not brutes! Noxus however.." his voice trailed off as he swallowed uncomfortably, smiling sheepishly at the obviously annoyed woman. "Not that there's anything wrong with being.. brutes.." he continued quietly, inching closer and closer to the door before he found himself face down and in a world of pain. Spryly, Riven had launched herself at the waif of a boy, and pinned him under her. As Ez struggled to be free he felt an object poking at his bottom, through his shorts. As he turned, already tearing he saw what looked like a tiny strapon with runes scratched all over it. Sighing in relief, his eyes widened in fear as he saw it glow green and become larger, forming a large, wicked looking dildo. "Y-you'll break me.." "What is broken, can be reforged." Riven replied with a grin as the glowing green strapon pulsed again, growing larger.

Laying, curled up in Piltover General Hospital, Ezreal sighed. "Noxians.. I hate those guys" he complained while flipping through a fetish filled picture book Jayce had lent him. It only caused him to worry more when he realized the pelvic brace they had given him fit perfectly, and was in 'Ezreal' size.