You start to pull on your underwear, relishing in the way your huge 11” softie slapped against your wrist. Gods, to think, your cock is now longer soft than you were hard just this morning! You almost feel yourself getting a little hard as your massive tool now makes at least an inch gap between the band of your jock and your luscious pubic brush. Jared was busy massaging at his oversized nuts and thrumming his nipple with his spare hand and Trevor was tenting his jock, looking awfully sexy in nothing but it, a labcoat and a pair of reading glasses. Reducing eye strain he said, well, the massive, beefy hottie had that perfect mix of brain and brawn with them on. Gosh, you might not be able to change into your street clothes after all!
But maybe you wouldn’t have to. You hear voices coming from the other end of the door and the three of you all freeze in place as heavy footsteps draw closer and closer to the door, the light coming from the frosted glass blotted out by the figures outside.
“You’ll be taking the spare desk in this office. Allan is only here sparingly, so it’s all yours, Andrew,” a deep gruff voice calls out. As the door opens wider, you see that it belonged to a huge schnauzer. It takes you a moment to realize just who exactly that was. Holy shit, that was the professor you had seen a few weeks ago when you and Trevor first bumped into one another and started dating! Your eyes go wide when they follow along the contours of his huge arms, arms that easily rivalled your own.
The old dog’s eyes lit up when they met yours, a flash of recognition in them. His eyes grazed across the landscape of your practically naked body, the old dog also mentally making comparisons between the two of you. He had you in terms of height, the dog’s old weathered eyes slightly higher than yours. His formerly weak jaw now billowed out proudly, long beard-like hair carefully groomed, lush and full, missing that patchiness that normally came with age. His bull like neck rivalled your own and gosh, his suit was filled with muscle. His vest looked like it’d never be able to be done up, just like his white, pressed dress shirt. Long, dark curls burst out of the partially undone shirt, one that couldn’t possibly fit over such a huge chest. The only difference in build between you and the old dog was that you still had the trim look of a bulked-up bodybuilder, Dr. Stiles had truly blown up into a mass monster. Rather than your deep-pocketed abs, the dog had forgone any hint of leaness on his waist, his giant gut protruding out just as much as his pecs did, the buttons around his stomach so strained they looked like they could pop along the faint outline of 8 abs on his distended basketball-like abgut. His was a look of pure power rather than grace.
“Dr. Stiles?!” Jared blurted, your white wolf older brother just as gobsmacked as you were.
“Mr. Kuznetsov,” the schnauzer chuckles deeply, his voice rumbling the walls. “Still whipping your cock out in my presence, aren’t we?” he said with slight sharpness to his words. Wait, what?! Jared had no words to retort, his jaw only dropping further when the next giant entered the cramped confines of the student office.
An enormous hand grabs at the side of the door frame and you all watch as a massive giant stoops over so that he his head can get through the door, his long, reddish-brown ears pulled back as he squeezes his head in. One billowing, dress shirt clad, shoulder comes in, the fabric pulled tight across those enormous delts and arms that would make you look like a toothpick. As he forces his way in, you can hear the wood in the doorframe groan, and audible thump ringing through the room as his shirt snags against the side of the entrance, caught on his thick nipple crowning one of his globular pecs. He lets out a deep grunt as his khaki trousers mash against the frame as well, his titanic bulge strained the fabric so much that it was almost sheer. As Andy McNeese steps in, the light from to hallway bounces off him, giving him a corona of light that frames his handsome face. Gods, he’d gotten a furcut, his usual long, scruffy red locks, ones you often thought he had styled to look like yours when you were ‘Mega Wolf’, were cut short, styled to perfection, even his facial scruff had been trimmed to clean, sharp lines. And to top his look off, he wore a pair of glasses himself, lending him a touch of earnestness to his otherwise hypermasculine appearance.
You have to a stifle a small ‘awoo’ as your eyes meet the titan of a roo. Gods, he cleaned up well! Your brother however, did not fair as well. A low splatter of pre seed rings out through the room as Jared unconsciously had brought a hand up to cup underneath his pec and play with his protruding, hard nipple.
“Hey, Jare,” Andy rumbles, a light smirk crossing his visage. It was clear that at a 200 pound advantage at least, the student had far outstripped the master. The roo always did have a soft spot for your brother, after all, Jared was the only bodybuilder that actually took the massive marsupial to his word that he wanted to be a mass freak -- something that Andy had more than made good on his word on. The huge roo bounces his chest and you can see the button over his chest almost pop off, almost as if the roo knew just the right amount to flex to keep his shirt together.
“Ahem,” Dr. Stiles coughs, his long shaft now printing obviously down his right thigh. “Well then, I’m so glad you’re here. Andrew, this is Trevor.”
“We’ve met, Rueben,” Trev says cooly, a confidence in his tone as he and the roo sized each other up. The raccoon was rather blatant in showing off the new size he’d put on since his morning, letting the vein show on his bicep as he tensed his arm.
“Ah, I see,” the dog coughs, a wet spot forming halfway down his thigh. “Andrew here will be doing his senior thesis with me. Well, mostly with Albert, but he thought Andrew would benefit from having a co-supervisor here on campus. I must say, Andrew, I was a bit sceptical on taking a thesis student so late into the school year, but judging from your coursework so far, overloading on 300 and 400 level biology courses with multiple exemptions with Albert’s permission, you’re probably the brightest student I’ve seen in a while. Why, probably ever since Timothy was an undergrad!” Rueben laughs, patting the huge roo’s back, causing Andy to puff out his chest with pride. “Oh, and of course, you, Trevor!” the buff dog adds, squeezing at his PhD student’s shoulder. “I’m sure you’ll get Andrew here up to speed!”
“Oh, I most definitely will,” Trevor replies.
“Good, good,” Reuben says with a nod. “Then, I’ll leave you to it, to show Andrew around the lab. And in the meantime... Mr. Kuznetsov,” he booms, addressing your brother who had one hand wrapped around his cock as he looked at all the beef around him. “Why don’t you come into my office so we can tend to how you behaved in my class.”
“Sir, that was years ago,” Jared chuckles lightly.
“Oh, you know I’m just teasing,” the musclebound ‘daddy’ of a schnauzer snickers. “Just like you did to little ol’ me.” He sauntered up to your older brother and pressed his body into Jared’s, pushing the wolf’s erection up against his own abs and crushing it between their stomach. “Course, I’m not as skinny as I used to be, put on a bit of weight,” the old dog added as Jared’s hands roamed down to play at that huge musclegut of his, adding a low moan as he enjoyed him newfound power. He grabbed at Jared’s hand and slipped it into the gap between his waist and trousers, snarling, “I’ll leave you to it to get acquainted, I’ll be busy in my office, boys.” After his announcement, he turned to leave and Jared followed him obediently.
“Well, well,” Trevor snickers as the door closes, his eyes locked on Andy. The huge roo turned to him with a devilish smirk of his own, his hands already unbuttoning his overburdened shirt. “I always knew one of these days you’d be under me, Roo boy. Just didn’t think it’d be in my lab.”
“We’ll see,” Andy grunts, cracking his neck as he peels off his pants to reveal a bulge that put both yours and Trevor’s to shame. Even completely flaccid, his joeymaker is larger than Trevor is completely erect! The roo barely acknowledges the raccoon as he turns his gaze to you, his hand idly rubbing at his titanic crotch, fixated on his prize.
“Hold it,” Trevor booms as the roo tries to bowl past him. Andy knocks into Trev’s shoulder at the roo lets out a grunt as the raccoon wasn’t sent instantly to the ground, he wasn’t expecting nearly that much resistance. “We’re gonna have to check that attitude, Roo-Boy.”
“Gonna make me, Runt?” Andy snarls, the raccoon finally getting his attention. He puts a bit more force, or judging from his grimace, a lot more force, into his shove and Trev finally relents.
“You know, if Georgie didn’t love you, I’d clock that handsome face of yours,” Trev growls as he gets to his feet. “But he’s always going on about how gentle, kind and smart you are. But, I don’t see it, Andy. Fuck, I’d be on my knees for you if I did.”
Andy pauses, his ears flattening against his head, his eyes cast down at you, his expression twisted with embarrassment. Trev walks up to you and wraps a hand around your waist.
“Andy, this isn’t hot, forcing yourself onto me,” you huff, finally getting it out there. The huge roo recoils, his expression dropping even more. “Trev is my boyfriend, you can’t change that. But I still love you,” you sigh. “I love the big guy who plays with his baby half-brother and goes on strollers walks with Curt. I love the man who holds me and Tristan in his strong arms.”
“Mmm, babe, you’re getting me all hot and bothered... and for another guy!” Trev chuckles lightly. He holds out a hand, an olive branch. “So what do you say, Andy, enough fighting, let’s get to know each other.”
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