Patrick bit his lower lip, trying to quell his growing infatuation with Dan. He
was the campus Alpha Bear, why was this adorable cub making him crush so hard?
"My Major? Powerlifting Science, minor in Celtic History." He brought his arms
up to rest on his massive gut, too big and bloated with muscle to cross over
his chest, "Not like my dads or brother, no interest in becoming a doctor.
Lifting is my calling..." He grinned.
Dan fought the urge for his jaw to drop. This stud was going to university to
learn how to lift bigger and bigger weights?! And as if the kilt wasn't the
clincher, the interest in his Celtic background turned Dan on just as much. He
saw how Patrick's mass forced him to adorably and handsomely cross his arms
over his bloated gut and he almost felt a fainting spell come across him. He
forced himself back into the moment.
"Whoa, interesting! So you're going to be a professional lifter when you
graduate, huh? You must be setting all sorts of records, even now!"
Patrick chuckled, a deep rumble that made Dan quiver and leak pre down his leg,
"I'm captain of the Powerlifting team for a reason, cub." He leaned back in his
chair, raising the table gently with the leverage of his four-foot cock.
"Competition is fierce, but I'm still the biggest and strongest lug on campus."
He rubbed his belly absentmindedly, watching Dan's mouth quiver with desire,
"What about you, Dan? What's a handsome guy like you doing in school?"
"Oh, well, I'm still undecided, since I'm new to college life. But I'm thinking Computer Science... I'm
not sure yet. Plenty of time for me to learn what classes
the studs take," he chuckled. Seeing Patrick enjoy his own body reminded Dan
that he was a stacked bear now, too! He rubbed his own belly... modest in
comparison to many of the others in the world now, but one he would've killed
to touch before he'd started his adventures with the Chronivac. His cock
twitched some more in its confines. With a wet thud, Patrick sat forward, clutching his fork and knife
eagerly,
"Oh, excuse me for a sec," Dan sat up, his package tenting obscenely, "gotta
wash my hands." The red giant nodded and grinned, cutting into a steak that
looked like it came from a mammoth.
Dan waddled past tables of hulking bears cruising him while they ate. He spied
a television in the bar, the weatherman was shirtless, gesturing at some rain
storms coming in the next few days. He turned for the bathroom and paused...two
doors, just like in his world, but instead of a door for women, it was two
men...holding hands? He wasn't sure what to expect inside the unfamiliar door,
but was curious as well. He decided since the whole world was guys, it wouldn't
look too weird if he went into the door without another guy to hold his hand
with. He pushed himself through the door, hoping to see what the big difference
was between the regular bathroom...