The champion is being carried forward by a giant metal fist and a defiant yell. Bright pink hair falls over a tough, smirking face complete with a nose ring. Her body is dominated by muscle, her large thighs and backend stretching out the fabric of her body armor. This must be Vi.
The fist connects with your chest, knocking the wind out of you and sending you back a few feet. Before she can continue her assault you launch your Q at her, a simple spell which deals damage and slows the target. Your Q connects, and Vi falls back to her half of the lane.
"Cute face you've got, it'll be a shame when I smash it." You've done your research, you know Vi is trying to get in your head and throw you off.
"Humor isn't your strongsuit, Vi, stick with your gifted areas." You say as you point to your own backside, mocking the shear size of hers.
"Oh trust me cutie," Vi is barely containing laughter as she turns around, shaking her voluminous rear at you. Even in the heat of battle, you can't help but appreciate its shear size and shape-it is a perfect sphere dominating her lower half. "You're going to regret saying that!"
She breaks into a genuine laugh as she launches herself at you another time. Something is horribly wrong, there's no way her Q should be off cooldown this quick. Her metal gauntlets grasp each of your shoulders, and she smiles widely at you as her mysterious red buff flows towards you.
As it makes contact with your body, everything goes fuzzy. It only lasts a second, but your ears ring, your eyes smudge over, and everything below your neck goes numb. You shake yourself back to consciousness, and your heart leaps. Seemingly, nothing has changed. You're still being gripped by Vi, and looking into her blue eyes. Only now, her eyes dominate your field of vision. Each orb appears at least 10 feet around, as though you were 2 inches tall. You can't help but appreciate the irony as you look down at a far off ground, obscured by protruding mountains of perfect breasts and realize your mental comparison turned out to be exactly your situation.
"Cutie," Vi looks like a child on Christmas. "What were you saying about my gifted areas?"
Vi dangles you over her head by your foot. She is looking up at you with a wide grin, and bending at the knees so as to stick out her massive gluteal region. From this angle you can see the dimples it forms on her lower back, as well as the pressure the massive cheeks are forming on her leather pants. The cheeks connect to her lower back perfectly, forming two mounds of muscle separated by a tight crevice: the top of her asscrack.
"Well Cutie, I've got a gift for you now!" Vi lets go of your foot, and your heart lurches as you tumble to oblivion. You connect with a lump of bone, probably her spine, and roll downward. Your world is flipped again and again, until you feel you legs suddenly push into what feels like the middle of two tightly-bound tempurpedic mattresses. You bounce lightly up and down as your legs are squeezed by pressure on all sides. You look forward and see only open space, giant minions throwing giant spells. Confused, you look downward.
You are clueless for a moment longer, as all you can see is two giant flesh mountains meeting on your legs- the source of the great pressure you felt. All at once you put your location together, from landing on her spine and rolling downwards to finding yourself between two flesh mountains, just moments after gazing on her barely exposed crack. Your heart sinks as Vi breaks the silence.
"Oh Cutie, you sure do know how to make an entrance!" Vi flexes her asscheeks as she finished her sentence, squeezing your lower body and raising you by what feels like 10 feet at your size as her twin globes tense up. The before firm cheeks were now almost rock solid, and pain shot through your body. "I'm sure neither of us will mind if I take over from here though!" Vi places a gauntlet on each ass cheek, rubbing each one where it meets the hip.