"Barbarians dude! You telling me you seriously don't know about em?" Quentin says in disbelief as you stare at him. "You clearly don't watch the same videos I do online then. All the heavyweight lifters basically every major sport these days is at least some level of barbarian. Guy's and gal's hitting 600 pounds or more of muscle don't just happen that fast without some reason." The Orca's own bulge starting to show signs of life again as he describes them.
"Dude come on I know i'm in no shape to complain right now considering what... I just did but keep it in your pants Q." You scoff at your perpetually horny roomie.
"Sorry bro can't help it... especially not after that show you just put on." Quentin says as one hand gropes his package and the other tweaks one of his nipples.
"But i'll try to contain myself while I finish telling you about them, especially since you seem to be one little dude." Quentin responds before tilting his head to the side and barely whispering to himself. "Although... you might not be little for much longer."
"I'm still surprised you don't know about them though. Didn't your parents tell you about all that pent up barbarian lineage they gave you that's just been waiting to break out?" Your jock roommate asks before continuing without waiting for a response.
"You see some people have a dormant barbarian gene inside them. It doesn't do anything until later on near the end of puberty, then typically after a traumatic event or a beastly workout session that power wakes up and starts growing. There's quite a few different types of the barbarian gene and it's effects, but typically they are classified from the weaker level ones all the way up to the legendary level five barbarians. Even a level one barbarian will put on hundreds of pounds of muscle and size so it's nothing to scoff at, but there have been rumors that higher level's can bestow different kinds of quirks and powers to them if they feed their inner beast enough protein and exercise." Even though the orca hasn't touched himself like he promised Quentin's cock has grown hard again after telling you what he knows.
"This sound's like something you read in a comic or something Q. I've been a plenty normal otter for years, are you sure it wasn't just some weird chemical in your shake that did this?" You start to complain about your body but quickly your tone changes as your body keeps sending you tingles of pleasure that radiate from your tail to the tip of your now slightly bigger cock. Your body is wound tight with energy that ripples across your now visible muscles, your old layer of pudge mostly burnt up for fuel during the growth spurt. Not to mention your bigger balls shooting more and more testosterone and hormones through your system. Despite sounding like a fantasy you are growing more interested in the origin of that shake and whatever else the orca knows about these "Barbarians".
"So where did you learn all this stuff anyways, and how do you explain whatever it is my body just went through on the bench." You say trying to feign your growing curiosity.
The orca grins a somewhat predatory looking smile as you ask more questions. "Oh that? I've learned most of this stuff from the expert on the topic. Some professor on campus calling himself "the brofessor" he's probably a barbarian himself considering how jacked that prof is. But that growth spurt of yours I learned about on PawHub videos and weightlifting championship footage. Apparently if you push yourself hard enough or get enough protein a barbarian's body can get jacked as hell and grow ten, twenty, or hell even fifty or more pounds in a few minuets! Nothing shows the true mark of a barbarian besides their beastly growth spurts. I've been pushing myself like hell lately to try to trigger some dormant gene in myself after wackin it to so many of those vids." Quentin practically moans as he seems to daydream about all those past barbarian porn he had been watching.
"God damn it Q." You sigh to yourself. Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to check out your family history a bit more if what he said was true. Might even be a better idea to get a class with this "brofessor" of his. Among all these thoughts swarming in your head there was another one deep down that gave you a slight buzz of unfamiliar excitement. Wondering what level of barbarian you might be if what he's saying is true, lingering on that thought is even starting to breath life back into your own dick even though its been hardly anytime since you just came. Maybe it would be better to just head back and study, forget all this for now and carry on as just a bit bigger of an otter.
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