The air grew thicker with the ripe ever-present musk that now pervaded the entire planet of bears. The weather forecast for the
day predicted a pleasant 2.5 logarithmic T-SCALE, enough vaporized testosterone from sweat in the air to make everyone feel
pleasantly stimulated, but no where near the 7.0 INSTA-BONER one might experience on a hot day in the city without a prevailing
breeze. However, in that crowd surrounding the giants Magnus and Patrick the air was so heavy with musk and hormones it reached
the theoretical 9 of 10 on the T-SCALE--which until now was only theorized by Prof. Tenhaff's of Cambridge University's PERFECT
PORN STORM scenario computer simulation. Nearly every man in the vicinity had dropped their pants and started stroking at the
sight of the two brutes on stage.
The pair locked each other in a dead heat as their massive barrel-sized arms wrestled each other. The Nordic god Magnus fixed
his dominant icy-blue gaze on Patrick's fierce vivid green-blue eyes as their arms shook ferociously. The thick biceps and
triceps rippled and pulsed like fearful bulls butting heads, maneuvering and plunging at each other. Both panted and grunted as
their massive chests heaved, sending the tendrils of their thick braids deep into forests the forest of chest hair.
"Dan is mine!" the Nordic bear shouted with the deep thundering voice that possessed him after Dan had created it. Magnus
roared and the over-sized chair beneath him collapsed and shattered into pieces as he grew even larger, his huge massive gut
and tree-trunk legs making him look more like a gold and white elephant with pecs than a man. The red haired Celtic god seized
upon Magnus' sudden change loss in balance and slammed Magus' flaxen-haired knuckles against the table.
Sebastian the ref started to count to three to call the match, "One.. two..."
However, bigger than Patrick now, Magnus fought back and slowly worked his fist back up off the table. As he rose to a kneeling
position, one of his huge big-foot-like feet planted itself flat on the floor and the other knee dug down against the ground.
This stance revealed his Beach-ball sized nuts and a cock almost as long as Dan was tall, and semi-hard pushing up against the
bottom of the table. The mini-skirt of a kilt he wore earlier completely tore away. Magnus had entered the realm of too-big for
clothes and Dan knew that no mater the victor Magnus would be forever nude. Magnus worked the arm-lock back the other way.
The moment Patrick saw that he was loosing he roared a fierce battle cry and his chair gave way. However, he was able to brace
himself after watching Magnus' chair shatter and lost little headway as he assumed a similar stance to Magnus--one of his
massive hairy ginger feet on the floor and the other knee on the ground, exposing to the audience his vein cock and balls
roughly equal in size to Magnus' package. A fan had taken one of Patrick's favorite old 24XL-t-shirts and fashioned it into a
hipster Speedo for his idol, but as the tattered shreds of the rock-band t-shirt smothered beneath the beach-ball sized nuts as
the Celtic god moved beyond being contained by mere human clothing. Patrick was a true beast now and like Magnus would be no
longer wearing clothes from here on out.
As Patrick managed to wrestle back to a deadlock the crowed watched the battle going on beneath the table. The two cocks the
size of men, well at least in the old world, pressed tightly against each other as their combined pre oozed like a hot spring
down into the audience. The hairy Celtic god smirked as he slowly thrust against Magnus' cock with a deep conceited grunt. The
rock-hard Nordic god's visage flashed for a moment with submissive embarrassment and the red-haired mountain smiled a big
toothy grin framed by his epic flowing beard.
"Dan is mine!" Magnus shouted in protest and his body began to rumble, signalling the oncoming change.
"No, Dan is mine!" Patrick bellowed as he used up his last growth spurt and his body shook.
Simultaneously the two giants burst larger than ever before. The force of their two guts slamming against each other shattered
the table into shreds. The perfectly round gut-globes the size of smart cars pressed against each other as the over eight foot
tall giants continued to roar savagely at each other, their thick braided manes entangling each other like a celtic knot of
fire and gold. Their hulking rounded bodies and beach-ball sized pecs made it almost impossible to continue the arm-wrestling
competition, especially without a table to hold their guts back. Both giants shimmered with sweat as their cocks--now roughly
the size of some of the smaller bears here--fought each other.
"Dan is mine!" Magnus shouted, his golden haired body bulging and flexing, pushing his cock against Patrick's. Sweat dripped
from his thick brow and ran across his cheeks into his golden beard. "He's going to fist me elbow-deep every night until I
cum!" (however, at this point, given Magnus' size, Dan would have to go shoulder-deep into those round golden hills for any
effect.)
"Silly bottom!" Patrick's voice bellowed deep like a thundercloud, "Dan's my cub and my cub only!" And with that he began to
thrust into Magnus' muscle-gut. Magnus winced and a half-liter of cum squirted out of his rock-hard cock and into the fire fur
on Patrick's chest. The Nordic god ground his teeth as it was obvious he was on the edge of shooting his load. Patrick shot an
evil smile across his face as his stubby fingers wiped the cum off his chest and he licked it. "You're my cub too now Magnus,
aren't you?" he said with a sly grin.
"No!" the golden god shouted as he neared cumming and loosing himself and the battle to sub-zone ecstasy, "I'll win, Dan is my
cub I--"
And with that Magnus used his last growth spurt. Magnus' body began to rumble! He had to be bigger than Patrick!
Patrick glared down Magnus, seemingly halting the power of the CHRONIVAC with his pure will.
For a few moments the world was in limbo as the CHRONIVAC fought back. The two men were simultaneously drunken frat boys duking
it out to win over Dan, two fat gamers raging over a game of halo to win over Dan, two steam-punk knights dueling on cyborg
human-horse hybrids to win over Dan, two high school kids competing in rhythm-video games contest to win over Dan and finalists
on a music idol show to win over Dan. Finally reality collapsed back into the "bear world" with the two hulking giants penis-
wrestling in an testosterone-ladden arena for Dan's love. Those eyes and the will contained in them demanded than Dan belonged
to Patrick. Somehow on some higher level Magnus knew he had been beat.
After-all wasn't Magnus always the perfect power-bottom? It was years since he advanced in bear society tiers from FAT JOCK to
LEATHER SIR to KILT MASTER to GIANT FOREVER-NUDE? Hadn't he deserved the right to allow everyone to marvel at his perfectly
rounded buns with a core of rock-hard glutes, bursting with a layer of fat and a thick coating of golden-yellow fur? He had
worked hard at the gym every day, downing those weight-gain shakes, syncing daily with his mechanized hormone regulators and
doing all the best gene therapies. I mean sure, technically he was bigger than Patrick in mass and his balls were bigger than
his as well, but Patrick was taller and packed more ginger fire-power. Patrick was so big, so strong--probably the biggest and
the strongest in the world, it seemed.
Dan looked on in disbelief as Magnus' last growth spurt made the Nordic's body wider but not taller, bigger, but not stronger.
The golden gut swelled to the size of a mini-cooper and his tire-sized nuts dragged on the ground. His perfectly round golden
globes of ass swelled larger, inviting all to plunge into the powerful man's buns. The golden man's blonde eyelashes fluttered
as his giant cock shot streams of cum over the pair of gods. Patrick quickly dominated the situation and the pair mud-wrestled
waist-deep in cum as all the horny collage-age bears cheered and shouted in excitement shooting their own streams into the
arena. Patrick waddled behind Magnus, pushing the cumming man down on his hairy golden gut until his nipples touched the cum-
soaked floor and his rounded furry butt raised high in the air. Patrick forcefully slid his massive cock into the ultimate
power-bottom in front of the crowd. Magnus was in bliss.
Sebastian resumed the count, "One!"
Magnus merely moaned like a cow.
"Two" the Asian bear shouted in the shadow of the two colossi.
Patrick grunted, "Uhngh!"
"Three! Patrick Wins!" Sebastian declared. The crowed cheered and shot their loads into the air.
Underneath his crimson beard Patrick's mouth made an "O" shape as he panted and shot his seed into the PERFECT POWER-BOTTOM
Magnus. He was the ALPHA-BEAR and everyone knew it.