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Undergrad was a genuinely great time for Isaac, filled with great people that he'd cherish for the rest of his life. He had to admit, graduating from the program was a bit sad as it meant saying goodbye to some people, but everyone - without prompting it - always promised to stay in touch.

What happened after graduation was different depending on the person. Some, like Barry, opted to head right off into the real world and apply their craft in ways that benefited people - the beaver landed a role in a hospital helping the medical staff understand the ins and outs of dealing with the more muscularly inclined men in society. Some, like Mark, stayed in school but switched academic streams - the swollen tabby felt that pure biochemistry was a better fit for him, effortlessly ending up as the largest person in his program. His close proximity to the Barbarian wing meant that he could visit his friends often, both during and after class for some fun.

Then there were Isaac and Bryce, who both opted to continue their education under the watchful eye of their coordinator, Dr. Nazaryan. They'd both taken a shining to the material and saw their expertise in the matter skyrocket. The only problem was that their responsibilities also increased, and not all of it was pleasant to deal with. The exams. I so fucking hated marking exams. He quickly understood why they were unloaded onto the both of them.

***

"Do people's handwriting genuinely get worse every year, or am I just imagining things?" Isaac grunted, poring over one of the freshmen's first midterm exam. He knew the subject matter like the back of his hand, but that meant nothing if he couldn't understand what the person was trying to get across.

Bryce groaned, his face buried in his hands. "Dude, it feels like I'm translating hieroglyphics half the time." He felt like he was about to lose it.

"Well, we're at least through half the stack." Isaac tried to be hopeful, but the amount of tests that the pair of them still had to go through was depressing. "How are there almost four hundred people in this class? I thought that program was unpopular."

"Think about it. Both the profs and the higher level students are hot as hell, and all these fuckboys think that they can coast their way to our sizes." And what sizes they were. As grad students, both Bryce and Isaac were on track to hit eight hundred pounds of raw strength. It got to the point where they could still just fit into their gym shorts, but shirts that fit them were too hard to come by and they needed to order sufficiently large ones online. "If this is the same as what we went through, then we're going to lose more than half of them come next year, and the numbers will keep dwindling until there's only a handful who graduate." Bryce emphasized his point with his fingers.

Isaac shot the hulking polar bear an inquisitive glance. "What if this is the year that bucks that trend?"

"Then the school's gonna need a bigger place to host graduation than the dinky, little hall that we were in. There's no way that they'll fit everyone in comfortably." Bryce sighed, feeling like their ceremony was a tad cramped as it was.

Knowing exactly what the ursine was talking about, Isaac nodded in agreement. "Yeah, even our teachers had a hard time getting enough space." This was an incredible fact due to both grad students being larger than a fair number of the faculty in their department.

"Yeah. Makes me wonder what the graduates from previous functions thought about the whole thing." That line of thinking seemed to jog Bryce's memory. "Oh, did you ever hear what the twins have gotten up to recently?"

Isaac looked up from the test that he held in his hand, his glasses resting near the base of his muzzle. "I actually haven't."

Bryce chuckled. "They reenrolled into this school."

"No shit, really?" Isaac shared in the bear's laughter, his expression one of disbelief. "But not this program, right?"

Bryce shook his head. "No, they've been doing business for the last little bit." He clicked his tongue, understanding how odd that sounded. "They had come up with an idea but didn't have the expertise to put it into action, so they decided it'd be best if they learned how."

Isaac's laughter only boomed through the shared apartment that the pair of them lived in. "Oh no, I can only imagine what the two of them cooked up." He pushed his glasses back up his snout with an index finger. "Knowing them, it's probably somehow related to working out or video games or something."

Bryce's eyes went wide with shock. "That's pretty dead on, actually. What they wanted to do is open up a gym where the user experience would be gamified. You'd have your own account, and any time that you went to use a station to work out you'd be granted points based on how long that session was and how much weight you moved around."

"And what are you supposed to do with these points then?" Isaac cocked a brow, genuinely invested in the idea.

"You would be able to redeem these points with the establishment to get special prizes like a full-on gym membership that you wouldn't have to pay for, or access to the place after hours, or booking a massage... or a video game." Bryce let go of the breath that he was holding onto after saying the last line.

Isaac roared, his hand slamming on the table. "Yup, that sounds exactly like the twins." He wiped away a tear that had formed in the corner of his eye.

"What's most surprising is that they're both pretty competent businessmen." Bryce wryly grinned. "I happened to sit in on their business pitch - their project for whatever class they were taking at the time - and they sold the hell out of it."

"Well, those fennecs were incredibly charismatic." Isaac's gaze fell back to the pile of exams beside him, and his expression soured. "Do you think they'd enjoy all this marking?"

"Absolutely not." Bryce uncontrollably let out a guffaw. "There's not a snowball's chance in hell that they'd have the patience to do this."

Isaac leaned back in his heavily reinforced chair, forcing a huff out of his lungs. "Well, I think mine's draining really quickly. I can't do this for much longer or I'm gonna snap."

"Agreed. We oughta take a break for now." Bryce roughly rubbed his eyes with his fingers before getting up, nearly buckling over after sitting down for an hour and a half. "Goddamn, my legs are nearly asleep!" He gripped onto the table for support.

Isaac swung his legs out and stretched them first, feeling the blood recirculating through them. "Oh yeah, I can feel them getting tingly." He looked up at the polar bear. "Should we get some food now?"

"I was just about to ask." Bryce was in the middle of shaking one of his tree-trunk-like legs awake. "I can't remember the last time we did a grocery run. Do we have stuff to eat?"

"Uh..." Isaac couldn't recall off the top of his head, so he headed over to the kitchen to see for sure. One of the nice things about this apartment was that every entryway was far wider than what the average person needed, meaning that it was perfect for the burgeoning beefcakes. Right away, he spied ingredients that they could use to make dinner with. "Oh, we've got several chicken breasts, a whole bag of frozen broccoli, and an unopened bag of rice."

Bryce smirked, joining the yak by the open refrigerator. "Sounds like a stir fry kinda night."

"My thoughts exactly." Isaac grinned, taking the different components out. "Everything should be good to go, except for the chicken."

"Well, it's easier to cut it up when it's frozen solid." Bryce chimed in. Since starting college he'd gained quite a bit of culinary knowledge, which was vital in making sure that he didn't only consume processed foods all day.

"True." Isaac placed the chicken on a plate, put that platter on the kitchen table, and then washed his hands clean. He sighed - today had been a stressful day for the both of them, but he'd been feeling it especially. School had eaten up a lot of his time and left him particularly pent up, both emotionally and physically. The latter part was obvious, as evident by his enormous log of bovine fuckmeat tenting his shorts out to the point where the veiny flesh was showing through the gap caused by his waistband no longer fully touching his pelt.

The yak's frustration wasn't lost on Bryce, however. He, too, hadn't gotten off in quite some time, and seeing the other man's girthy length lit a fire that ignited his own libido. His shaft ended traveling down the leg of his shorts, but the material wasn't long enough to fight it, so it just stood straight out in front of him anyway. He crept behind his friend and sensually grabbed a hold of his behemothian arms, feeling the pure power crammed into those bloated muscles. "Looks like you've got a hunger of a different kind to deal with first."

Isaac gulped, then moaned out loud. The polar bear's turgid erection was stabbing him in his back, drooling precum all over his shaggy fur. "Y-You too, it seems."

"Forget the chicken." Bryce huffed, grabbing the yak by the hand and leading him to their shared bedroom. "We gotta take care of this first."

Isaac didn't dare protest. He'd been blue balled for days now and couldn't take it anymore. His nuts were going to ejaculate everything they'd roiled up over the last little while, and he didn't care how the bear was going to get him to do that.

Once inside, Bryce slammed the bovine against the recently augmented wall and kissed him passionately, needing to angle himself in such a way that his lips could reach his lover's. The gym shorts that he wore stopped being loose-fitting years ago and were agitating him beyond belief, opting to tear them off completely instead of taking them off the way that he put them on. His arousal knew no bounds.

The display turned Isaac on to no end; his meaty schlong throbbed once and was all that was necessary to rip his shorts asunder. The pair of nearly seven foot tall giants grunted and groped at each other with a ferocity more befitting wild animals, though neither of them seemed to care. Their hands explored the vast landscape of muscle that was the other grad student, squeezing a moan out of each other every time an erogenous zone was hit - and with their size, it was often.

Bryce was the first to let go, a hungry look in his eye as his gaze lingered on the yak. "God, you're so fucking hot." He panted from the excitement coursing through his veins. The grip that his fingers had tensed and released with every heartbeat, though there was more force involved as time went on. "Dude, I need you bad."

A growl escaped Isaac's throat from the request. He was game but required clarification. "Need me how?" He huffed.

"I need that ass." Bryce leaned as far into the bovine as he could and took hold of whatever part of his friend's ample rear that he could. Considering that the yak was a veritable mass mountain, there was still a lot to grab onto. "I wanna feel you from the inside."

"Take it." Isaac lowly commanded, his breathing quickening in pace. "Take my ass and fuck me hard!" He was lost, succumbing to his emotions. Had he gotten even a brief masturbation session earlier then he might have a clearer head, but he was overcome by the intense heat enveloping his soul that he wanted to do whatever it took to cleanse his body of the lust fogging his head.

Those words were all that Bryce needed to hear. With a heaving groan, he hoisted the brown-furred bovine up and pinned him against the wall with his own bulk. The ursine snorted as his prick shot out numerous wads of pre, the first of many that his knee-slapping orbs cooked up. It involuntarily found its way over to his lover's globular ass and left a snail trail of precum as it went. It took a little bit of manoeuvring yet to find the cleft of those ass cheeks, but it soon parted them and made contact with the winking pucker between them.

Isaac was beside himself with lust. This is exactly what he'd been needing this whole time, so to finally be getting it was like orgasming in and of itself. A shiver ripped up his spine as his sensitive ring of muscle was first coating in slimy preseed, then spread wide from the polar bear's massive spire. The anal intrusion instantly made him half-lidded in frenzied licentiousness, an embarrassingly whorish moan freeing itself from his throat

The sensation of having his friend mounted entirely on his shaft was new to Bryce, but good. It meant that not only was he strong, but so was literally every single part of his body. His crotch rocket could bench more than the average person could, while he could lift most of the machines in the school weight room. It made him think about where he started and how far he'd come in such a short amount of time. He was a monster of a polar bear, and his trajectory was through the roof. He'll be a total academic powerhouse by the time that he was finished with his degree.

There hadn't been a single thrust yet, and already Isaac's moans were undulating. Just the feeling of that fat length wriggling into his taut anal cavity was enough to get him to cover the bear's prodigious pectorals with a copious amount of his musky pre. He was enthralled with the bear right now and was certain that the feeling was requited. There wasn't another person that either of them could turn to quench their desires with than each other.

Bryce grasped the bovine's wide torso just above the waist and held on, shoving his cock in even further. He was determined to make this a pleasurable experience for the two of them. Inch by girthy inch, he pushed further, until his toned pelvis kissed the other man's hairy ass cheeks in an act that got them to both vocalize their desires. Air was forcefully being exhaled through his nose - now was the time to give his friend everything that he had.

Isaac practically melted into the white-furred ursine's embrace, his tailhole gaping while barely anything had been done yet. Every bulging muscle on his body flexed in tandem with one another, causing his hands grabbing onto the other man's densely packed shoulders to hold on for dear life. The sensation that his clenching asshole generated got his tail to swish uncontrollably behind him. He had closed off his anus around the white-hot cockflesh, ready to contain every drop of virile bearbatter inside of him. If there was one thing that his species was good at, it was milking people for whatever they could give.

While he was full of lust, there was another strong emotion that welled up within Bryce - anxiety. Goddamn it, he'd been through years of schooling and had applied what he'd learned to nearly every aspect of his life. While this wasn't an official exam or anything, it was still an intimate moment with a friend, and he wanted to validate his abilities and show that he was capable of finally hanging with the men who'd made this their life's work. He wanted the yak to see that he was good at what he does and was a worthy lover, but he still had to prove to himself that he was capable. He was gonna go the distance, and it all started with a thrust.

Isaac's tongue lolled out of his mouth when he finally felt the bucking that he so desired. His muscular cheeks clamped down on the fuckmeat that pistoned inside him, providing the friction that both of them demanded to feel. They were both among the biggest men in the world right now, and anything less than giving sex all they had wouldn't suffice in the slightest. Every time that that monumental rod went balls deep he cried out, heaving his pecs a few inches into the air.

Bryce growled in passionate fervor as he pumped his hips in an ever-increasing motion, his tremendous balls slapping the underside of the bovine. Every single feeling became input to a feral craving that burned his consciousness with lascivious desire. It was as if this wasn't just a physical experience that he was after, but a spiritual one as well.

All of Isaac's nerves were stimulated simultaneously with each slam going into his hungry ass. He wanted - no needed - the bear to bust the fattest nut possible into his awaiting bowels. He wanted to be filled up with all that hot, creamy spunk, to know what it was like on the receiving end when he did it to someone else. He was a researcher, after all.

Bryce's grunts turned into frenzied whines as his cock felt like it was getting massaged along the entirety of its length. How was it possible for one person to be both good fucking and getting fucked? It was maddening! It didn't matter if it was outside the classroom or in, his lover could rise to the occasion. The brown-furred yak really was one of the best and brightest to ever take the program, and there was no doubt in his mind that he'd make a fine professor himself one day. The other man's brains were just as proficient as his brawns.

Feeling his prostate get jackhammered over and over again was really wearing Isaac down, to the point where it felt like his balls couldn't hold back their inevitable flood anymore. His pendulous testosterone factories positively roiled with virile seed and was just waiting for the signal to unleash everything. It would be his biggest load to date, but he didn't want to just let it all out prematurely. Unfortunately, that meant that he'd have to hold off until the ursine had had his way with him. That was a tall order.

Bryce could feel it - climax was coming. He was slowing down something fierce, his humping diminishing to a crawl. The veins on his dick pulsated faster than he could push it into the bovine's needy asshole. He had to take it one pump at a time now - just one after another after another until...

Isaac gasped when he heard the bear howl loudly, indicating that the dam had burst wide open. Soon after that, he could feel the deluge of cum rush into his awaiting anal cavity, painting his internal walls a pearlescent white and flooding his guts with jizz. Immediately, his gut started to distend, his abs keeping their shape while pushing out. It was almost like his friend was trying to make their body types match.

It was nearly too much for him to handle, but Bryce still held on as hard as he could as he saturated the yak's insides with his spunk. He couldn't believe that the flow had been going on for this long already and wondered how much gas he had left in the tank. He kept his crotch flush with the other man's hirsute ass cheeks for as long as he had to, though it did eventually feel like the flow was faltering. It took several minutes of constant ejaculation just to reach that stage - effortlessly his personal best.

That was all that Isaac could take before his balls gave up and spewed forth everything that they'd churned up before and during that intense fuckfest. Nestled tightly in the crevice underneath the white-furred bear's furry pectorals, his cock geysered all the yakbatter that had been saved up for days, pouring down his lover's torso as the pec valley was too tight to gush through. It cascaded over that expansive abgut before pouring onto the floor, making a mess that they'd have to clean up later.

Bryce almost felt like he wanted to cum again after he was inadvertently showered with the bovine's own love juices. The feeling of his orbs drained so completely felt agonizing to him, but at the same time unbelievably satisfying. He swore that he must've rocketed out pounds of seed from his crotch, though he then wondered if that would've been enough of a meal to satiate the other man's physical hunger. Seeing as how the yak was nearly a half-ton goliath, probably not.

Isaac's own discharge was coming to an end, and he, too, felt instantly relieved when it was over. It was like an invisible, yet palpable, weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. It felt so good, in fact, that neither he nor the ursine noticed that his burgeoning horns had punctured the wall that they'd so very recently reinforced. It was a good thing that the pair of them had become pretty proficient handymen or else this would be difficult to explain to someone else.

Eventually, Bryce let the bovine down from the wall and let him stand on his own two feet, though he needed to help support the other man first as his friend's knees just about buckled entirely. "Woah, don't want you falling now."

"Thanks." Isaac panted, completely spent. It was like he jizzed out all his anxieties and frustrations at once, leaving him needing a hot second to readjust himself into a manner where he was mentally and emotionally secure. "Holy shit, that was fucking intense." He was led towards the bed where he sat down to rest himself.

"I'll say! I've never nutted that hard in my life before. I swear that you bring out the best in me!" Bryce wheezily chuckled. He took a seat beside his friend, but the feelings were too overwhelming for him again and he leaned in to passionately kiss the bovine once more. He wanted the other man to know how much he loved this from the bottom of his heart. The embrace naturally separated after a while, with the pair of them connected by the tongue with a strand of saliva. "Fuck, that was great, but that nearly knocked me out. Remind me later to jerk off more often so that I can stay productive."

"Speaking of which, should we head back to the tests after cleaning up?" Ever the academic, Isaac wanted to make sure that their one task that they were asked to do was completed before anything else was done. The one thing that could possibly change that reared its ugly head - his stomach rumbled. "Oh fuck me..."

***

The years then began to fly by for Isaac. Both he and Bryce continued to push each other to scholastic greatness, as well as one day accidentally requiring a sturdier bed. The work that the two of them put forth greatly accelerated the understanding that people had of those recognized as barbarians, first those taking the course, and then the general public somewhat. It was still a widely unrecognized topic of discussion, but the words were now on the average person's lips.

Sadly though, Bryce had landed an excellent job opportunity as a consultant for a construction firm specializing in supplying residential housing to those afflicted with the barbarian gene, and thus couldn't continue studying at the school after he obtained his master's degree, though he made sure to visit often and talk about what he did for a living. His former profs were all mightily impressed!

That left Isaac as the lone student left going into the doctorate program, and actually the first one ever as the curriculum had just been established that year. He was determined to drive himself as far as schooling would take him. And he did, right into graduation! He might've been the only one in his specific program, but he wasn't alone at graduation due to some familiar faces passing their graduate studies. That was a good day. I had a lot of fun! He mused, recalling a memory that wasn't quite ancient history just yet.

***

For the third time in his relatively young life, Isaac was participating in his graduation at the college. It was the most prestigious honour that he could receive from his program - a Doctorate in Barbarian Studies! It had only been accredited not too long ago, so this was a particularly proud moment for him.

While he might've been the sole student of his program, he was far from the only Barbarian grad in the ceremony. There was an entire section for all those getting their various diplomas in this field of science as it wouldn't be fair to the others to have their view completely blocked by combined literal tons of beef.

As Isaac was the biggest, he sat in the back row, though was still tall enough to peer over the other grads. In the row in front of him were all obtaining their master's degrees, and he was happy to see that he knew everyone there! There were actually more people than when he was in their shoes - there was Zach, the peacock; Victor, the koala; Kamau, the lion; and Eugene, the tiger. A number of the guys that were in the years below him took some time off to make some money for a year or so, meaning that not all of them continued their education consecutively. Though they were considerably larger than when they all lived in the frat, they were just as dorky as when he moved out and he loved them for that.

In front of them sat the undergrads, and gosh they were tiny! Well, they were roughly four hundred pounds apiece, but compared to his eleven hundred pounds of raw, masculine bulk they were small. In order, there was Jordan, the falcon; Amir, the boar; Ranjit, the elephant; Gordon, the moose; Calvin, the sloth; Marek, the jackrabbit; Damian, the lynx; and Wesley, the very short mouse - he was the widest one of them all. He'd actually gotten to know them a fair bit over the years as he was slowly becoming a fountain of knowledge, with them being able to pick his brain regarding any of the material that they were studying. They all looked up to him as their role model.

Isaac adjusted his glasses, though to an outside observer it looked like he was just playing with his hair. By this point he'd let it grow out completely like a male of his species normally would, only he swore that it didn't impair his vision in the slightest. People actually didn't mind this, in fact, as they found it to be rather cute.

Just then, he heard his name called. The chair that he'd been given to sit on groaned when the colossal weight piled on top of it had been lifted off of it - and this was the most heavily reinforced seat that the school had on hand too!

Isaac walked proudly to the stage which, yes, had also been bolstered to support not only his weight, but the weight of the entire Barbarian graduating class should they all find themselves on it. That would never happen, as there simply wasn't enough room for all of them to be on top of it at once. Hell, the grad students alone would compete for space!

On that stage was a very proud-looking Dr. Nazaryan, who'd somehow found a retailer that could fit all of his enormous heft into a set of dress clothes that he wore under the academic dress that he was obligated to wear. The rest of the faculty from the department were the same way, dressed to the nines while barely doing anything to disguise the fact that they could hoist a bus over their heads without breaking a sweat.

What was amazing was that there wasn't a peep coming from the other graduates or college staff. It looked absolutely bizarre in comparison to what the rest of the world was like, sure, but these Barbarian students had been so accepted into their everyday life already - due in part to a lot of them having overlapping interests with each other - that nobody minded in the least.

Dr. Nazaryan warmly smiled when he saw the humongous yak make his way onto the stage, feeling pride swell up in his body like he was his parent. In some ways, he was. He reached for the binder containing his student's document and firmly handed it to him. "Congratulations!" He beamed, seeing the bovine grin from the honour.

"Thank you!" Isaac giggled, barely able to hold his emotions. The two of them shook hands before he departed the stage back to his seat. He'd waited the whole night to get this piece of paper and he deemed it all to be worth it.

***

The afterparty that the college put on was as lovely as always, but everyone eventually had to depart at some point. They weren't all going home though, as many kept the party going on their own with the friends and family.

The Barbarian grads were just some of the people that did that, well, the older guys at least. Those who only got their bachelor's degree headed back to the fraternity to celebrate with the people that they still lived with, but the others took it upon themselves to have a little fun of their own. They headed back into the school to one of the extremely empty classrooms, away from the prying eyes of the rest of the public.

"Man, it's actually over." Eugene let go of the breath that he'd been holding onto for quite some time. His protruding pectorals dropped a couple inches when he did that. "My legs were killing me the whole time!"

Kamau - still the ever-flexible one - slipped his brawny arms behind his head. He somehow was able to find someone that could create clothing in his size that had the stretch that a big cat like him needed. "Yeah, I was getting pretty restless back there."

Isaac chuckled. "Believe me, it doesn't get easier the third time."

Victor nudged him in his impressively built arm. "Hey, how does it feel? You're a doctor now!"

Truth be told, Isaac had been thinking about that all day. It felt surreal to him that it had actually happened. "Honestly, I don't think I've fully taken it in yet." He felt a rosy blush creep its way onto his face. "I'm sure it'll hit me months down the road."

"I'm just happy that this is finally over." Zach clutched his leatherette folder against his incredibly barreled chest. His tail feathers shook with glee with every step that he took. "I've worked so hard to get this! I don't have to worry about any money issues anymore."

"Well, you weren't supposed to spend your scholarship money on MMO subscriptions." Eugene pointed out. The Siberian tiger had really grown into his own over the last several years. While he still possessed shades of his former, shy self at times, he'd really become somewhat confident in both himself and his endeavours. He was poised to be the next person in his year to take up the mantle that the gigantic yak was leaving behind, according to those close to him.

With a wry smirk, Zach playfully punched the orange-and-white-furred, black-striped feline square in his boulder shoulder. "Quiet, you. That came out of the funds that I got from my DJ gigs." He glanced down at the shortstack koala to his left. "I see that none of you are poking fun at Vic saturating his pad with all sorts of different kinds of toys."

"Well that, my good bird, is because I made it abundantly clear that anything that I spent solely on myself came from the cash I made as a model." Victor pressed his finger into the pec of the massive peacock but was unable to leave a dent.

Zach could only smirk at the koala's antics, blithely bodychecking the shorter marsupial. It was like two tanks colliding, but they were so well-built that no damage was caused. "Oh yeah, you got paid to strut your stuff in ill-fitting clothing to a crowd of people that looked like they didn't want to be there."

"Well, one - I didn't design the clothes, I just wore them. I would've given myself a _ton_more room to move around in if I did." Vic pointed out. "And two - that's just how snobby and full of themselves the people that go to these sorts of things are."

"Do you think you'll keep doing modeling after this?" Isaac piped up, genuinely curious.

"Eh, probably not." Victor rubbed his bull neck. It was genuinely amazing how wide he'd gotten despite being practically as heavy as his fellow graduates. "Apparently people get really intimidated when the guy that's bigger than you is also smarter than you."

Kamau leaned forward and placed a meaty forearm onto the koala's broad trap. "What if someone tried to use you as an armrest during one of the shoots?"

"Then I'd just caber toss them into next week." Victor shot the lion an impish grin, with the implication that that would be the lion's fate if he kept this up.

"Speaking of clothing," Zach huffed, stripping off the convocation robe that they were all required to have on during the ceremony, "I'm fucking sweltering right now!" He took it off and placed it on one of the desks that was shoved against the far wall. That gave everyone a direct view of the dress shirt and pants that he wore to the event. What also caught their attention were the large patches of sweat that formed under his armpits, though the musk from that produced a titillating aroma when combined with the cologne that he wore just for the occasion.

Eugene went and did the same after placing his diploma down on a different desk. "Good call." His state of being was similar to that of the peacock, though his shirt was darker and hid the stains a whole lot better.

After a little while, everyone did the same as the temperature of the room increased dramatically with the addition of over a ton of sweaty mass being introduced. All the windows had subsequently been opened as a result, helping a little bit.

"I dunno, guys. I'm still feeling really hot." Kamau pulled his dress shirt out from his pants, momentarily revealing his chiseled abs before unbuttoning the shirt completely. Once shucked from his body, he ran his hands through his fluffy mane before removing his pants as well.

"Oooh!" Vic licked his lips at the sumptuous display. "I can see what you've been thinking about this whole time."

Kamau snorted, his heavy chest bouncing from the force. "For your information, I actually had a stream that I was gonna catch later on my mind the whole time. This," he gestured to his nearly naked musculature, "is spur of the moment." The only garment left on the entirety of his gargantuan frame was a pair of speedos that looked incredibly outgrown as it was.

"Hell yeah, I want in on this!" Vic blurted out. The shortstack scrambled to take his clothes off in as much of an orderly fashion as he could, not wanting to incur the wrath of the clothing store that he was returning all of it to. He might've been a little hasty in his undressing as he'd accidentally removed everything that he was wearing. "Oops..." He gulped, now naked as the day that he was born.

Eugene looked at the peacock before shrugging his cannonball-like shoulders. "Well, I figured that someone's dick was coming out eventually." He carefully disrobed himself like the others, only he made sure to intentionally remove his undergarments.

One by one the others followed suit, stripping out of whatever they were wearing until they were all in the buff. They sized each other up, looking at how everyone else developed themselves over the years. Lined up in the manner that they were, they all had their cocks at full mast, practically a parade of meatlogs. That is, all except for Isaac. The yak didn't think it was the greatest idea to remove his attire.

"Isaac, you gotta join us in this!" Zach pleaded, his plumage a bit matted from his sweat.

Isaac shook his head, though snickered a bit at the impromptu display. "Nah, you guys go ahead. Have your fun without me." He leaned against the wall, thankful that anything load-bearing in this wing was greatly reinforced.

"Come on, man." Victor gestured to the brown-furred bovine to accompany them. "You're the biggest out of everyone here. You have to join!" His fists were clenched due to the adrenaline coursing through his veins.

Listening to the four younger guys beg him to partake in whatever they were planning got Isaac to giggle. "Ah, fuck you guys." He pushed his glasses up before undoing the buttons on his shirt. "Alright, let's do this!" His inevitable recruitment was met with raucous applause from the other grads. Slowly, but surely, he took off his get-up in as much of a meticulous manner that was required. The others didn't mind this, of course, as they got to take in the sights of his overwhelmingly godlike body. His chest, arms, and legs all looked to be over a hundred pounds apiece by this point and drew the most attention, with the other men excitedly talking amongst themselves about it. That all stopped when he freed his leviathan schlong from its fabric prison, instantaneously attracting everyone's wide-eyed gaze.

"Holy shit, is that thing actually real?" Kamau hadn't actually seen the yak naked in some time, so his brain almost short circuited upon laying his eyes on that dong.

"As real as the rest of me is." Isaac chortled.

Eugene covered his mouth in shock. "Here I thought that I was big..."

"Fuck, I thought that I was big!" Sure enough, Zach was the biggest of the four younger grads downstairs, but even he paled in comparison to what the yak was packing.

"Goddamn, I gotta get my hands on that monster!" Totally unprompted and out of his control, Vic began to pump his dick at the sight of that fat prick.

It was Isaac's turn for his eyes to bug out as wide as saucers. "Uh, I wouldn't say that this is the best place to be doing that." He was exceptionally diligent in making sure that he'd relieved himself as little as possible on school grounds over the years. "In fact, I think you oughta clean that up."

Vic didn't know what the bovine was referring to until he looked down and saw his hand fervently stroking his pole. "Aw fuck..." He pulled his hand away, a bit embarrassed at how little control he had around such a stud. "Yeah, you're right."

"If you're looking to get your rocks off, you need to hit up a room with an extraordinarily good drain." Isaac explained, experience dripping off of his words. "Try the showers in the locker room down the hall. That should do you well."

Victor just nodded at what the older man was telling him. "Yeah, yeah." He huffed, a bit ashamed of how involuntary all of that was. "Uh, later for sure."

"That can definitely be something taken care of afterwards. For now," Kamau's voice purred as he shot a lascivious glance over to all the other graduates in the room, "why don't we have a pose-off between the five of us?"

"Are you thinking of this being for a prize or something?" That got Zach's attention, his tail feathers ruffling behind him as he quirked a brow.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Is being around some of the biggest hunks on campus not enough of a prize for you?" Eugene wrapped a meaty arm around the bird's wide neck and brought him into his body, close enough to inhale a good amount of his natural tiger musk.

Zach could only grin as he gave the Siberian tiger's burly trap a good lick. "Only if something comes from it."

"Get another room, you two." Kamau narrowed his eyes at the two other men getting intimate with each other. "We're not here for that; we're here for this." He snorted, then bringing his arms up each into a flex with his fists closed. From there, he tensed his body as much as it would go, his expression vivid. The others got to see how his split-peak biceps bulged bigger than the size of basketballs as well as how wide his lat wingspan had grown since being an undergrad. Some of the other students that he'd met over the years had jokingly called him the 'Door Destroyer', not realizing that he wasn't even the widest guy in his program.

"That's cute, kitty cat." Victor jeered at the lion before taking his place beside him. "Get a load of this!" He mirrored what the feline had done before him, only that he was facing the opposite direction, meaning that everyone got to take in his mountainous back. Completely unimpeded by his overly stuffed chest muscles, his latissimus dorsi could now take the spotlight and really show what true width was supposed to be. His five-and-a-half feet of height might not have been all that much to someone - especially in the academic stream that he had taken - but it made it all the more impressive that he was reaching that measurement across his broad back as well. Though, that wasn't the only notable thing about him. His glutes were simply extraordinary with how jam-packed they were with dense muscle. He was a firm believer that one needed a good, solid foundation from which to build themselves off of.

Eugene clapped at the other two who had gone before him, a wry smirk distorting his mouth. "Good, good. I can see that you've both been practicing in front of a mirror." He licked his lips. "But try this on for size." Standing beside the gray-furred koala, he thought about what he'd do for a split second before twisting his frame slightly and pulling his hands behind him, one grasping the opposite wrist. This had the effect of pumping his mammothian pectorals out as much as they would go, while simultaneously bulging out what were likely the biggest triceps out of the younger men in the room. It also had the added benefit of displaying his colossal quadriceps, each muscle in that group bunching up as protruding out as far as they could go.

"I never realized that this was amateur hour." Zach scoffed, though in a playful enough manner that the others caught on. "You especially, Vic; I expected better from you."

"Oh can it, birdbrain." Victor grunt, doing everything that he could to keep his muscles tensed for his pose.

That only spurred Zach on more. "Gentlemen, let someone who knows what they're doing show you how it's done." He sighed contentedly as he took his spot next to the tiger. "Observe." Standing with his back facing forward, he took the same pose that the fireplug marsupial did, only he kept his hands on his wide hips. This accomplished showing off his broad lats like most of the others had done, as well as bulging out his arms as much as they would go, but what he was really aiming for was dazzling anyone who looked at him by showing off his magnificent tailfeathers. Simple shakes of his muscle glutes shuddered them ever so gently, though with how long they were they shook like someone had gotten a hold of them. He knew that anyone who saw his show off his rear end would be in awe of its majesty. Truly, this was his most natural and comfortable pose above all others.

That just left Isaac, who'd been standing back and watching the other four do their thing. "I guess it's my turn now." He began to walk over to where he thought that his spot was going to be, only to be stopped by the others.

"Actually, no." Victor let his arms fall limp to his sides and turned around. "I wanna see this!"

"I, uh, do as well." Kamau did the same and ambled on over to where the gargantuan bovine was located.

"Me too!" Eugene hopped over to a free spot beside the others.

Zach went and nudged the older man in his arm, though he knew that the yak barely felt it. "Guess you're getting a full audience on this one."

That made Isaac blush profusely, but he was still up for the thrill of it. "Alright." He took several deep breaths to calm himself down before picking what he was going to do. "Hope you like it." In one swift motion, he brought his closed fists down in front of his waist, ballooning his chest outwards until it resembled a pair of hairy boulders attached to his torso. His biceps bulged immensely, veins snaking down them to engorge them with nourishing blood. If the tiger thought that his legs were huge, then he had nothing on the newly minted doctor and his massive quads. Even before he got into position, those muscle groups fought for space against each other, and right now they only served to propel his monumental cock and balls into focus.

The sound of clapping could soon be heard immediately after the bovine tensed himself, with the others seeing that it was coming from Zach. "Bravo." He warmly smiled, ecstatic that he got to see something this special firsthand.

"Yeah, that was awesome!" Vic pumped his fist into the air.

Both Kamau and Eugene both agreed that, if there was a winner to this impromptu contest, then the yak would win bar none. They both gracefully accepted their defeats.

"Man, I can't wait until I'm in Isaac's position. Hands down I'll be the biggest koala to have ever lived." He pulled his arms in front of him, pumping his pectorals as much as they would go. "I'll be huge, and everyone will look up to me, and-" His train of thought got derailed as his nose inadvertently dug itself into the fluffy chest fur that got shoved in front of his face. It took all of two seconds for his brain to register his own masculine musk and send his body haywire. Groaning out from the arousal that was now pumping through his veins, his dam immediately burst wide open and out came a deluge of koalabatter jettisoning from his girthy cock. The others had stood back to give him enough space to do his thing, though the main reason was that they didn't want to get too close so as to involuntarily add to the growing pile of sticky cum pooling onto the floor.

It took several, long minutes before the marsupial came down from his sexual high, half-lidded and nearly unconscious from busting a nut that he'd been holding in all day. It took him another full minute of blinking after that to get his bearings back before he realized where he was, and what he'd just done. "God fucking damnit..."

***

Finally, after all that reminiscing, he was very nearly caught up to where he was today. It wasn't long after graduating that he saw that there was a recent position available due to the department gaining a larger budget, and - on the recommendation of his group of behemothian friends - he put in his application. His nerves might've been frayed at the beginning, but he nailed the entire thing! He couldn't even come up with the words to describe how he felt about the whole experience, he was genuinely speechless.

***

Like at the convocation not too long ago, Isaac was dressed in the best possible clothes that he could find that would fit his tremendous heft. His hulking frame stretched the fabric to its limits, but the elastic material that it was made of certainly did its job of containing all of his muscled body - over half a ton of it!

He was sitting in a heavily reinforced chair on the opposite side of the coordinator's desk, who happened to be currently taking a seat there and reviewing his application. His anxiousness was palpable; he knew that he'd do well in the interview, but he couldn't help but be nervous. This actually might've been the most stressful thing that he's ever done in his entire life.

Looking over that form was Dr. Nazaryan, who was also dressed for the occasion. He studied the printed paper very intently, even though he knew everything that was written down on it. "I have to say, I'm very happy to see that you're interested in the position." He looked up and over his square-rimmed glasses at the younger yak.

Isaac gulped. "Well, I figured that, since I'm pretty much an expert in this field at this point in time, it would be a good use of my time to teach the next generation about what we're doing and inspire them to take up studying the material that we have to offer." He regulated his breathing in an effort to calm his nerves. "I'm sure you'd agree with that assessment, Dr. Nazaryan."

Dr. Nazaryan warmly smiled. "I do. And please, call me 'Desmond'."

It felt alien to him, but Isaac tried his best to make that correction in his head. "Okay, um... Desmond."

"Well, I must, again, state how impressive your doctoral thesis on the discovery of why barbarians had suddenly appeared again in modern times after literal millennia being dormant." Desmond switched his attention to a neatly organized stack of paper that was piled up on his systematically arranged desk. "It made for quite the compelling read."

The change in topic got Isaac to loosen up a bit, feeling a tad more confident in himself now. "Hey, I knew that there had to be a bottleneck somewhere in history. A couple centuries of the right people breeding in Europe, Africa, and Asia was enough to inflate the number of people who carried the gene and successfully reintroduce it to the Americas after having gone extinct there." He beamed with pride in reciting his findings to his favourite professor. "What stumped me for the longest time was what reactivated them after being inactive so long, only to remember that we're living in the best time period to get the necessary macronutrients needed." He chuckled, recalling the moment when everything clicked in his head. "Couple that with the surging interest in bodybuilding and... boom. You have dudes built like trucks all over the place!"

"Simply exquisite work." Desmond continued to heap praise upon the flustered bovine. "We would be very happy to have someone with your amount of knowledge and expertise on board here!"

Isaac did a double take - that was it? "Um, that was all of the interview? You didn't need to ask me any further questions?"

Desmond simply chuckled at the brown-furred yak's confounded expression. "In all honesty, there weren't any other applicants for the position. Not like we needed any considering how ideal you are for this position."

Isaac felt as if his jaw was going to drop to the floor upon hearing that. No words would come to him despite his mind racing a million miles an hour in every which direction. His heart was beating out of his chest upon confirmation that, yes, he did land the job!

"I take it that you accept." Desmond looked down his snout and over his glasses at the younger man, eager to hear what he had to say.

"Y-Yes, of course! There's no way that I'd turn this offer down!" Uncontrollable laughter began to escape from Isaac's mouth.

That was all Desmond needed to hear. "Good. I'm glad." With that, he got up and walked over to the woefully unused coat rack by the door and hung up his lab coat. Then he got to work taking off his own dress shirt before draping that onto one of the hooks as well.

The green-scaled Komodo dragon's office might've been the biggest that Isaac had seen on campus - barring the president's, obviously - but with the pair of them in there it felt like they barely had space to themselves. Now he was watching the older professor take off his clothes and didn't know how to react besides his cheeks turning a deep scarlet red. "Uh, sir?!"

Desmond turned his whole body to look at the yak, only to mischievously grin. "Oh come now, Isaac, I know that all the students in this program wish for a chance to have a romp with me." His mouth contorted into a predatory smirk. "I know that you've thought that for sure. I've seen you staring."

Indeed, Isaac had long fantasized about this very scenario happening for quite some time now, never once in a thousand years considering it to possibly occur. Now, in front of him was an increasingly naked reptile hulk, and his stiffening member was acting accordingly to what they both desired. "I-Is this part of the interview?"

"You can consider it as such, yes." Desmond replied before stripping off his pants. It appeared that he had gone commando that day as there wasn't anything surrounding his enormous genitalia. With a slight flick of his wrist, he tossed the bottoms onto his other clothes and stood there before the yak. "It'll be the only time that you officially get to do this on school grounds, so I'd accept the invitation if I were you." He watched the younger man just sit there, clearly needing encouragement. "Go on."

Isaac jumped into action and began the labourious process of getting himself out of his clothes. He contemplated ripping them off completely, but the frugal side of him screamed at how much of a waste of money that would've been. Eventually he succeeded, only to look up and see that the giant Komodo dragon had gotten closer and was leaking precum from his erect cock.

Desmond took great pride in his ability to take up space in any room, as he had fifteen hundred pounds of reptilian muscle mass on a nearly nine foot frame that needed clearance from anything around him. "Is this everything that you've ever hoped for?"

Isaac nodded, his own turgid shaft drooling a steady flow of preseed. "Yes sir!"

The formality that the bovine still displayed got Desmond to chuckle. "You can drop the 'sir'. We're all but colleagues now."

"Yes sir- I mean, Desmond!" Isaac chastised himself for his mistake, but the green-scaled Komodo dragon only laughed it off.

"Now," Desmond ambled over to the yak leaning on his desk, "are you ready to prove yourself to me?"

It wasn't very long until Isaac was face-to face with the older man's prodigious pectorals, very nearly losing himself to the masculine aroma that radiated off of them. "Yeah, I'm ready!" He got up and was very nearly turned around with his back to the reptile before he was stopped.

"Woah now, that's not what I had in mind." Desmond reached out his hand and grabbed at the yak's meaty shoulder.

Isaac gulped for what felt like the hundredth time that day. "W-What were you thinking of then?"

"The other way around." Desmond directly stated. "I want to be taken by you."

It was as if his wildest dreams were about to come true, and yet Isaac still couldn't believe that this was really happening. "Are you sure about this?!"

"Positive." Desmond nodded. "This is something that every other professor went through, so I don't see why you shouldn't."

Isaac regrouped inside his head - he could do this, he could prove to not only the Komodo dragon, but himself as well that he was as capable of a man as other people thought that he was. "Okay, I'll do it."

The two of them then switched positions, with Desmond now spreading his hands out across his desk - knocking everything on it onto the floor in the process - and his tail flagged in the air, presenting his wrinkled pucker for the younger man to see. "I know you'll impress me. You always have."

"Well, I'll do my best." Isaac reached out and gripped onto the barbarian's dimpled cheeks, feeling the croissant shape emerge when they were flexed. The sheer power forced into what was a relatively small part of the reptile's body sent euphoric urges blasting throughout his body. His cock throbbed at the thought of sinking it into the other man, so he wanted to waste no time. "Okay, here we go."

Desmond moaned out loud as he felt his tailhole get glazed like a donut with all the pre that the brown-furred bovine was producing. "I can see that you take great care in making sure that your lubrication is adequate."

"I don't wanna hurt you!" Isaac blurted out, only to get a booming laugh in response.

"You couldn't do anything of the sort to me!" Desmond reached back and placed his hand on the other's. "Trust me, I'm built for this."

With that, Isaac breathed deep to steel his nerves and then pressed his cock into the Komodo dragon's delicate ring of muscle, plunging into the other man.

Now getting stretched out wider than he had in a very long time, Desmond whipped his free hand around until both were in front of him. Though, they didn't stay in one position very long as they slid forward until he could clutch onto the far edge of the desk. His pectorals did a fantastic job of keeping his torso far away from the surface of the furniture. He groaned as his anal cavity clamped down on the anal intruder, loving how wide his asshole was getting gaped.

Isaac couldn't believe how easily he was gliding on into the other man. His pole continued to ooze pre at an astounding rate, lubing up every inch of the internal walls of the reptile until his dick was balls deep. "Goddamn, that was effortless!"

"I'm not inexperienced, if that's what you were thinking." Desmond cooed.

"Of course not!" Desmond only realized the alternative meaning to his words. He was overcome with emotions - of course his libido was through the roof at the moment, but the amount of affection that he felt for the older man was practically palpable at this point. The Komodo dragon had done so much for him, and he wanted to repay him back for everything, however he was able to do so. This was going to be the start.

A hiss was forced through gritted teeth as Desmond braced himself for getting pounded by the largest man that he'd hooked up with in quite some time. It was amazing that he'd known the bovine for less than a decade and already he was of a comparable size to himself. What was even more amazing was that the younger man had reached that stage while not possessing the barbarian gene himself! He was living proof that a lot of hard work and studying could pay off for anyone.

With an internal count to three, Isaac slowly started the process of pulling out just enough to get the reptile hungry for his cock before thrusting back in. His pendulous cum tanks slammed into the redwood-like legs of the Komodo dragon, only the resistance that the largest quads in the world gave off only made him redouble his efforts.

Desmond practically melted into the embrace that the younger man was giving him, feeling his abdominals getting gripped by the yak. Truth be told, he'd taken a liking to the bovine from the moment that he'd asked his first question. He knew that the young adult was going to have a bright future, but he couldn't have anticipated that it was going to turn out anything like this. To have his prostate flattened by the best student that he'd ever taught was an honour that he couldn't think anyone else had the pleasure of experiencing.

Isaac began to quicken his pace, pistoning his massive dick more and more in between the green-scaled Komodo dragon's globular ass cheeks. He'd railed a bunch of guys over the years, but not a single one of them had ever been just this... big_before. It was genuinely like he was fucking a wall, only this one had the manliest stench about it that he couldn't get enough of. He deeply inhaled the scent with his broad nose, letting it tickle his nostrils as it imprinted onto his brain. It made him want - no, _crave - more, just as the older man desired.

Desmond was beside himself with lust as his more-than-ample rear end was pumped repeatedly with fat bovine cock. His own girthy pillar continued to cascade what seemed like a never-ending supply of pre coming from his bountiful balls. It pooled onto the wooden surface, though he knew that it wouldn't stay contained there much longer. It'd be a bit of work cleaning everything up when all was said and done, but he knew deep down that it would all be worth it.

With amorousness coursing through his veins, Isaac hastened his tempo and battered his pelvis against the Komodo dragon's muscled booty. His gigantic orbs - which hung below his knees - audibly roiled with potent yakbatter, just waiting for the chance to unload it all into the older man beneath him. He wanted it so badly, and he knew that the reptile did too.

With every hump forced into him came another grunt from Desmond's mouth. He grit his teeth as that shaft hammered against his prostate, grunt, grunt, _grunt_ing out loud as it happened. Were he not careful, he'd be liable to blow his tremendous load before having his insides flooded, and that simply wouldn't do! He'd hold off - yes - and keep doing so until the younger man had fired off first. He'd be making a mess either way, but this was the way that he deemed to be more proper.

All the clamping down onto his huge endowment was having an incredible effect on Isaac, tongue lolling out of his mouth as the pleasure was starting to become overwhelming. He snorted more of that musk, taking in more of that masculine-rich essence into his system and fueling his muscles to hold on just that much more. That was still a difficult thing to ask for as the pressure that was collecting in his lower half was starting to become too much to handle. And just like that, his balls pulled up to his groin, and he let loose the loudest, horniest yell of his life.

The brown-furred yak's floodgates didn't stand a chance as untold litres of protein-rich spunk came shooting from the younger man's cumpipe and into the awaiting bowels of Desmond, who'd just lost himself in a chain reaction. His own shaft had just begun firing off jizz by the bucketload, but he couldn't immediately tell who was producing more between them.

Rope after sticky rope of seed came hurtling out of Isaac's dick, painting the Komodo dragon's internal walls and surging thick, creamy cum into those guts. Like many other men before, however, the reptile's taut abs were starting to distend outwards from the sheer volume of spunk getting pumped inside. His prodigious cum tanks had churned up the mother of all loads and it wasn't going to be any time soon before they were empty.

Desmond could only lie there and take it all, though it didn't stop his own prick from geysering out jizz like the world's strongest firehose. His discharge kept splattering against the far wall, a testament to the power of his virile testosterone factories. He was a total mess of emotions, though the one that kept rearing its head was pride. There was nothing more fulfilling to him than having his protégé defy all expectations and prove that he was more than worthy to hang with the big boys.

Time seemed to almost slow to a crawl from Isaac's position as his entire system was assaulted with delirious pleasure. His head had fallen forward due to his nerves all firing at once, overstimulating him more than ever before. All he could do now was continue to cum and breathe in more of that delicious musk that his new boss gave off. Perhaps this wouldn't be the last time that the pair of them would get together.

Eventually, things started dying down. Desmond's flow petered out just as much as the yak's inside him, though he was grateful for that. For lack of a better word, he was thoroughly wrecked. Every single muscle on his enormous frame felt like they'd been put through the wringer. He needed a break, and only felt one coming when the man on top of him started pulling that delicious cock out of his abused asshole.

Isaac was beat. This had been the most utterly spent that he'd ever been in his life. He felt like he couldn't get hard no matter how hard he tried, though he didn't want to even think of sex at the moment. He didn't hear anything from the Komodo dragon sprawled out on the desk besides the intermittent groan of approval, but he didn't need to. From this moment on he was a bona fide professor of 'Barbarian Studies' and was certain that he was going to make his boss proud. He was sure of it.

***

All of that was only a few months ago, and yet Isaac still wasn't the size that he was right now. That summer was chock full of preparation for his new teaching position - both job related and physical - as well as identifying another area from this field that he could research. Perhaps he could take a grad student of his own under his enormous wing and show them everything that they need in order to be successful. This was his dream now, and he was excited to live it.

And all of that started with the very first class of his professional career. Effortlessly waltzing through the enlarged doorway, Isaac strode over to the lectern where he took his place. The freshmen class that he was instructed to teach had shushed themselves upon his arrival, in awe of his tremendous bulk. He could still remember where he exactly sat on his first day.

"Good morning, everyone." Isaac addressed his students, with some returning the greeting. "My name is Dr. Isaac Kopitar, and I'd like to formally welcome you all to 'Barbarian Studies."