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College was supposed to be a lot of things for Jericho. It was a fresh, new start on his social life, the opportunity to make new friends and fix his image. He had everything planned from the get go, which had been an odd thing for someone at the age of seventeen. Once he actually applied and got accepted into one of the schools he planned for, everything seemed to tumble downhill. The classes were difficult, but nothing he had to worry about, but he didn't find himself starting on his social life or anything like that. If anything, his plans were slowly unraveled and put into reverse. He had to focus all of his time into his studies for the first few semesters and he seemed to fade away into the faceless crowd whenever he tried to meet up with classmates from semesters past.

Two semesters later, Jericho was a sophomore and nowhere on track to the path of any new friendships. He knew a few people here and there, but aside from helping with homework or the occasional project, it never went any further. The heavyset orange dinosaur adjusted his hair in the mirror, his brightly colored scales a dead giveaway for him, or at least he thought so. He clocked in at a few inches short of six feet with a slightly large orange belly that entered the room before he did, his body decked with red and yellow accents as well as a red stripe along his back and blue diamonds going down along it. Aside from his pudge and the predator like muzzle, his weight was a feature he didn't mind, but the idea of lifting and losing the weight always entered his mind at some point before it was squashed by the deadlines of higher education breathing over his neck.

Jericho had also been unlucky enough to get a one person dorm room at the school, much to his dismay. He desperately wanted to room with someone else, but never made the desire known since he figured it would have happened anyways. The dorm advisor even sneered at him a bit when he got into his room as well. With a sigh, Jericho flopped back onto his bed. The sun was shining and he could hear the sounds of people passing by the building. He'd scheduled himself for afternoon and night classes which left him most of the day and the middle of the night to do his work without anyone in the dorm interrupting him. He lifted himself up towards the window and raised a brow at the group of people running near the dorm building.

"Hmm, it's those guys again." He mumbled to himself.

A group of incredibly large students ran in a cluster with one of them in the front, presumably the leader. They all wore blue hooded sweaters with a few greek letters printed on them. Jericho would have normally ignored them, but these fellows were far too large to be ignored in the first place. Phi Alpha Theta was one of the more up and coming fraternities at the campus that gathered everyone's attention. It wasn't for their group ethic or popularity, but rather their obscenely large sizes. From what Jericho heard, every guy who underwent their pledging process and became accepted became a behemoth. Whether they were fat and short, tall and skinny, they'd retain the qualities that made them unique, but just much bigger and bulkier. For those that didn't make it, he never found out about that. All he really knew was that a small number of people were usually accepted which meant it had to be difficult in the first place. He could spy a freakishly muscular hyena near the back along with an elk sporting a belly that seemed four times the size of Jericho's own. However, what caught Jericho's attention were those two guys helping the noticeably smaller guys up in the front and their leader barking commands as he ran.

Their leader was someone he hadn't seen before. A large green dragon with a flowing black mane and long black whiskers dressed in the same blue sweater, but his seemed to be tailored to just cover the front and back while keeping his sides completely free and exposing his enormous green bulk. Jericho continued staring from his window as the group stopped to a half for what looked like a break. People went about their day as well as getting a look at their extremely large classmates. The more Jericho continued staring, the more he couldn't help but notice the dragon's tight fitting pants. They clung to his quads for dear life and his gaze continued drifting until he saw what the mysterious green male was packing. He only got a look for the slightest of seconds before said dragon looked up into the building.

"Shit!" Jericho reeled back, his heart racing. Did he get spotted!? Oh god, it was bad enough he was staring, but to get caught too?

After falling back onto his bed, Jericho lifted himself up to spy from the window again. He let out a sigh of relief to find that the group was gone. He then glanced at the time and let out a cry of surprise. Since when was it 2:40 PM?! He was going to be late for class; his next one was at least fifteen minutes away on school grounds!

"Shit, shit, shit. How long was I staring for anyways..." he grumbled fetching his book bag and dressing himself in a simple black t-shirt despite the hot weather and a pair of khaki shorts and dashed off. It took him a few minutes to run out of the building and chugging the bottle of water he kept for himself due to the blazing heat. It was mostly nothing compared to Florida, but he didn't want to overestimate himself and get dehydrated. He took long, sharp breaths as he cut through people and buildings to get over to one of his language classes within the shortest amount of time. He kept glancing at the clock on his smart phone before he bumped into something face first and collided with the ground.

"H-hey, are you okay there!?"

Jericho clutched his head with a groan, glancing around for the source of the deep, yet nervous voice. When his vision came together, he was greeted with the image of someone in a blue hoodie with unfamiliar words plastered on it as well as two large green arms protruding out of the figure in front of him. Once Jericho gathered himself, he found himself staring in the face and at the arms of the guy he'd been ogling at from his room. He blinked in surprise, unable to form words for a few moments as he got a good look at the dragon up close.

A broad green muzzle clearly mixed with some expression of concern along with those yellow and green eyes, large black whiskers dangling in front of him and an unkempt black mane of hair. He had the signature blue hoodie of the Phi Alpha Theta complimented by two huge green pectorals pushing against the thin fabric. Broad green shoulders and traps jutted out from the hoodie, those traps looming behind his head, along with biceps that were probably larger than Jericho's entire torso along with hams for forearms. To complete the entire picture, he could spy a thick green tail swaying behind the dragon along with something bulging quite obscenely from the side of his shorts. Burly green digits waved across his face as the dragon had been trying to get his attention for the past minute or so. Jericho finally emerged from his daze and righted himself up.

"Ugh, sorry about that...What time is it?" Jericho asked, unable to tear himself from the dragon's titanic visage. It took him a while to realize that he had been crouching on his legs and he was still taller than him by a few margins. When he looked down, he spied something in his spandex shorts literally bulging out a few inches. Just how large was he?!

"Um...2:52, that mean something?" the dragon responded.

"Crap, I'm late for class!" Jericho tried to run past the dragon, but found himself skidding his sneakers along the ground. When he turned around, he found a large green hand clamped around his wrist. He tried to break out of it, but found himself staying there. The grip didn't actually hurt, but it was getting on his nerves. Just why was he stopping him, he had somewhere to go!

"J-just calm down for a second! You took a pretty big hit there. Maybe it's a good idea to just sit down and relax? I don't want you having a concussion on my part." The whiskered dragon said.

Jericho stared at the dragon incredulously. This wasn't what he was expecting. This was someone of an insane size and stature going out of way to see if he was okay? Usually when he got bumped into, people never apologized here and now he had someone wanting to sit him down and check if nothing was wrong. He could feel his head throbbing and his heart racing, but he couldn't tell if it was from the impact or his worry of class starting without him. He nodded and let out a sigh and was released from the dragon's grip.

"Alright, there we go. You can tell how many fingers I'm holding and all that? Want me to get a soda so you don't conk out?"

For the second time today, Jericho was left in silence at the dragon's actions. He couldn't help but nod as a smile came to his face. The dinosaur sat down on the nearest bench as his savior ran off with a literal cloud of dust behind him only to come back a few minutes later with two bottles of soda. After being handed one, the behemoth of a dragon sat down next to him on the bench. If anything, Jericho could have sworn that he heard the metal creak and groan from his weight. He glanced at whiskered dragon as he took a few sips of his drink and let out a burp.

"Um...I don't mean to snub you on your hospitality, but why'd you go out of your way like that? It wasn't your fault I bumped into you." Jericho started, thumbing his drink around a bit.

"Well for starters, I'm too nice to leave people on the floor. Second, you looked stressed the fuck the out. And third, you were staring at me from your window so I got curious just like you did." He responded.

Jericho had been drinking his soda in the middle and choked on his drink at the last part. He couldn't exactly deny the curiosity part. It was a bit more than that judging from the slight uncomfortable feeling in his pants despite his baggy shorts. "Sorry about that..."

"No reason to apologize! Truthfully, I can't even help staring at a few of the other members from time to time. If you were staring at me, did you see the elk in the back? Bit of a stud there." the dragon stated, nudging at the smaller dinosaur with an elbow.

Jericho only nodded as a reply and downed his drink in some attempt to hide the growing blush on his face.

"To be fair, you're also kind of a looker. Maybe you should join up." The dragon slid in at the last second, mumbling his statement.

"W-what!?" Jericho spit out the last of his drink over the floor. He glanced back at the enormous dragon to find hints of pink gracing his cheeks. Was...was he serious? Jericho never really considered himself in the realm of attractive, nor a looker of any sort. He dressed pretty conservatively for the sake of his pudge, didn't have a sense of fashion, but here was this guy, this really big and huge and hunky guy telling him that he looked attractive?

"No, no, no, you can't be serious about that. I-I mean...look at you! You and your friends are like titans compared to me!" Jericho stood up from the bench and flailed his arms at him.

He was met with a shrug of some boulder shoulders and a smile. "And? That's really not the point of the frat. Like I said, how about you join? You could stand to get a good meal in there judging from the fact you only had water on you, plus you might make a friend or two."

Jericho let out a sigh and stared up at the dragon. "I'll...think about it." He mumbled the last part.

It was all the tower of green muscle in front of him needed. He stood up faster than Jericho expected for a person of his size and looped him into a hug. Jericho took a deep breath for air as he was mashed into two green pectorals that flexed outward from the hugging. Tried as he might, he couldn't wiggle his way out. When he tried planting his hands on those large slabs to try and push him off, they didn't even yield one bit, nor did his biceps, one of which ground itself against his back before he was let go and settled on the ground.

"It's not a yes, but I'll take it! The name is Thunder, yours?" The dragon grinned at him, almost bouncing around on his feet.

"J-Jericho, you can call me Jeri, though." Jericho responded hesitantly, brow rising up at Thunder's seeping excitement.

"Got it. Do you mind if we exchange numbers or something like that? Don't want to lose ya if something happens and all." Thunder asked, scratching the back of his head as he did so.

After trading phone numbers and dorm locations, Jericho looked at the time and let out a yelp. He had forty minutes until class finished, he was pretty much late.

"Eh, I wouldn't worry about it too much if it's your first absence. How about you just head back to your dorm and get some food, maybe a nap or something." Thunder gave another shrug of his shoulders.

"Maybe...I think I'll actually get some food. My only other classes today are in the same building and I don't really get time to eat in between." Jericho nodded slowly.

"Sweet! I've actually got to get going to something club related, so I have to shower and all that. Visit by the fraternity house some time whether you decide to try out or not, Jeri!" Thunder looped Jericho into another hug before running off in some random direction. Jericho's eyes blinked for a few moments. He twiddled his thumbs with his empty soda bottle in between. Nobody really called him that despite him saying so. Thunder was something...something confusing. Just why did someone, out his first year here decide to be so nice to him? His mind repeated the "looker" part and he shook his head. That couldn't be it.

And yet, he still considered it. He shook his head and pulled out his phone, walking in the direction of the nearest pizza place for something to nosh on before his next class started. "Hi, I'd like to make an order for pickup..."

For Jericho, the next few days were spent thinking about Thunder's offer to join Phi Alpha Theta and hanging out with him. He always felt a few eyes on him, assuming they were people wondering if he was indeed going to pledge for them or just good friends. Aside from the fact that Thunder was the semblance of the first friend that he had, Jericho wasn't up for caring. From their numerous conversations, he discovered that Thunder was an English major just like him. Most people expected for the big guy to be here on some sort of sports scholarship, but he had more a passion for writing and the 'dorky' things rather than his physical traits.

One thing Jericho couldn't shake off was Thunder's odd habits. After hanging out with him for the better part of a week, he sometimes eyed people oddly. It wasn't so much as odd as misplaced. He looked at few of his frat companions like how one would eye a meal walking in front of you with no plausible way to devour it. He'd also seen him drooling at one point when Thunder had been talking up a wolf dressed in a tank top that rode over his doming belly and a pair of bulging shorts. Once the canine had left, Thunder gave him a pat on the ass cheek along with a slobbery kiss. If he didn't know any better, it looked like Thunder was going to eat him right then and there. Afterwards, he kept staring at him for a few moments before Jericho snapped his fingers to catch his attention.

By the end of the week, he'd made his choice. He was going to pledge for Phi Alpha Theta. Thunder was elated to the point where Jericho was lifted up into another smothering muscle hug before he was set down. After going through the proper channels to actually attempt for pledging, it was out of his hands. The semester had just started, so Jericho figured it would take a while for them to pick their members. Before the weekend, Thunder had called him up and decided that they go out of campus grounds to hang out. Jericho never really bothered exploring the city, so he accepted since he figured it'd be a fun time. Their entire day was spent walking around and drinking, much to Jericho's dismay. Thunder didn't seem to be miffed by it considering he was the cause of it. They kept on going around store after store after store with not much to eat in between.

"Come on, I'm starrrving, can't we take a break? The sun is even about to set." Jericho whined as he and Thunder walked back to school grounds.

"Soon, soon. Though, actually, I think I have to get going as soon as we get to campus, I have something to do tonight." Thunder said, twirling a whisker between his fingers. Jericho glanced at him for a second but shrugged it off. He seemed to want to get back really quickly. His hunger overtook his curiosity as the two arrived at the campus. Thunder immediately bolted with a loud goodbye, leaving Jericho to travel back to his dorm room alone. When he traveled back, he pulled out his phone and started dialing to get a personal pizza or two. His stomach audibly churned while his legs ate.

"Ugh, I feel like I could eat a whole buffet out of business." Jericho mumbled to himself.

"Is that so?" A voice rose up behind him.

Jericho started to turn around before his vision went black and he was suddenly lifted up. He cried out in surprise, flailing around and his limbs hitting what seemed like a bag. Was he being kidnapped?! Phone, he had to get his phone. Thankfully, it was still in his hands, but the unknown people carrying him had no grace which didn't let him get any bearings to even dial a damn number. He was only forced to keep on crying for help.

"Oh chill out, pledging, we'll be there soon." One of the voices thrummed.

Pledging? Before Jericho could think about it any further, his ride soon ended and he was unceremoniously dropped on what felt like a chair. The bag was lifted up from him and he was greeted with the vision of plates upon plates of food. Various dishes were laid out in front of the wide spread table. His eyes went wide briefly before he turned around to see other people sitting near the table. He spied a rather slim bulldog and a large hawk to his left and a pudgy bat as well as a German shepherd who'd been staring at the food the entire time. The weird thing was that they were all shirtless.

Before he had a chance to wonder about his own t-shirt, it was quickly taken off of him, leaving Jericho and his belly to nudge against the table. He squeaked and tried to cover himself before he noticed the other people around him. He was seated in the middle of a nice looking dining room, men as far as he could see packed into the room. Each and every one of them were humongous in their own way in terms of muscle fat or both, broad shoulders nudging into another at every time. Each of them was dressed with blue sweaters with the hoods covering their faces except for a few. Across from the dinner table were those few.

A large panda and boar stood across from the table, their height and build leaps ahead of anyone else in the room. Jericho gulped. They both wore sleeveless hoodies which let them show off their enormous arms as well as two bellies that poked underneath and mashed at the table. Jericho stared out of fear and curiosity before he noticed the Greek letter plastered on each of the hoodies. These were most likely the leaders for the group.

"Welcome, pledgings of Phi Alpha Theta!" the boar spoke up first. Everyone around them let out a deep snort, like that of a pig. "Tonight is the first night of many, I apologize for the sudden pick up, but we have to get started on schedule! Now, this is a process that many before you have gone and many have not made it out. Those before you have. If you have any sense of doubt, I suggest you leave. Now." The boar finished with a grunt, his arms crossed upon his mountainous chest bulging through his sweater.

Jericho gulped, glancing around at the other pledges for some sort of answer. He didn't expect all of this to happen so suddenly. His stomach gurgled at the sight of the food in front of him, prompting him to try and cover his belly. Just what the heck was he supposed to do? He told Thunder that he'd try, but what if he couldn't hack it? He stared out into the anonymous crowd for some sort of support to lean on as his panic built up. As he looked out into the crowd, Jericho was graced with a thumb up.

A large, green thumb. The person never put revealed themselves, but Jericho had a good idea of who it was. As the other pledges responded, Jericho nodded as well. The boar seemed to be pleased. He grinned, showing off his tusks, one of which had been decorated with some gold rings upon closer inspection.

"Good, good. Now, to keep weeding some of you out, I only have one request for you; EAT! Whoever can't finish what's in front of them is out! I suggest you use your time wisely." The panda on the right continued where the boar left off.

None of them were given a warning to even start eating, which left Jericho and the others in a mad dash to fill the plates in front of them. The bystanders let out a cacophony of jeers and cheers while some stayed silent. Jericho started to pluck at whatever foods that looked familiar to him while others didn't even bother to let the food touch their plate before stuffing it into their mouths. Even while being a heavy eater, just being goaded into stuffing his maw full didn't feel right with him. He could hear everyone around them chanting to eat until they couldn't. It didn't take long until someone got an elbow to the face for trying to take someone else's meal.

The cheers and jeers intensified once some of the pledges got into a mini brawl near Jericho, forcing him to scrunch in his seat in a panic. It was then that the dinosaur felt something hit him square in the stomach. The hawk near him was still digging into his food, but his elbow kept flying around as if he was flapping his arms around. It took another hit for Jericho to cry out from the suddenness. He rocked in his seat, the brawl on the other side of him finally finishing thanks to some of the anonymous members putting a stop to it. This was utter chaos, how was he supposed to get through all this? His mind went back to the green thumb that stuck out in the crowd. He had to get through this, at the very least for him. Thunder was the first guy that bothered talking to him and actually hung out with him, he couldn't disappoint him that easily. Jericho took a deep breath...and dove in.

People let out cries of surprise and cheers as they watched Jericho's orange maw open and destroy the food and taking only a few breaks to breathe or drink whatever water or soda happened to be in the vicinity. The other pledges tried to stop the dinosaur from literally going on top of the table to eat, but it was too late. Jericho ran as much as his already tired legs could take him. Bits of food fell on his stomach and the table, smashed by his tail before he went back and picked up whatever he forgot. His orange belly jostled and jiggled around, maw grunting at every bit of food he shoved in there.

"Eat, eat, eat, eat!" was all he could hear on the outside.

On the inside, something about this food felt incredibly filling, yet mysteriously empty. It was like every bite he took left him wanting more and more. His belly started to creak, swelling out bit by bit and hanging over his waist while his pants clung to him over his growing waistline. Jericho ignored the sensation of his thighs grinding against another as he usually did, but his pants were feeling a lot more packed than what he remembered. He had to push past it, he had an eating contest to win. After what seemed like an eternity of devouring food, he heard a whistle ring in his ears. His legs soon gave out on him and he fell on his back, causing the table to rumble in its entirety. All Jericho could see was his belly looming overhead and the loud yelling of the leaders aiming to calm everyone down.

"Well, I have to say, I'm barely impressed! It seems like we have a few determined ones in the bunch for the next chapter." The boar roared to the crowd.

"And as such, that means some of you are getting the hell out. You two, out." The panda pointed at the german shepherd and the bulldog. From what Jericho could hear, they hadn't even dug that much into their meals before they stopped. He wondered why they couldn't in the first place, the stuff was delicious! He turned his head to see the other hooded folks chattering amongst themselves for a few moments before the boar and panda spoke up again. In the midst of it all, Jericho couldn't stop staring at his stomach. The orange gut that towered above him slightly was a sign of tonight. In fact...it felt pretty good being so large. He patted and rubbed his belly with a rumble, reveling in his size before he was shaken out of it by someone. One of the hooded figures went up to him and took off his hood.

"T-Thunder?"

"Hey, you did great! I'm shocked you were that hungry though, we didn't walk around that much." Thunder grinned down at him as he bent down over the table to offer the dinosaur a hand to lift himself up. Jericho sat upright, his stomach spilling over his legs a bit, completely obscuring his belt and pants a bit. He blushed a bit, rapping his fingers along his stomach.

"So...am I in?" Jericho asked nervously, glancing around at the dining room. Everyone seemed to make their way out, even the ones who got accepted with some large men either pushing them or holding hands to keep them up as they left. Some of them had the same expressions that he'd seen on Thunder. They were drooling, staring lecherously, or plain ass grabbing like they'd found a score.

Thunder raised a brow. "You didn't hear what they said? You have to do just a bit more, but if you pass the next test, you're a shoo-in. The members get to choose what pledge they want to train for the next one, and I called dibs and all that..."

Jericho's face turned pink as he heard his words. "Hehe...thanks. But, you said training, doesn't that mean I gotta get rid of all this?"

Thunder shook his head. "Nope, now that you're in the running, I get to sort of explain everything. Let's get going back to your place first."

Jericho nodded, and with some help from Thunder with getting off of the table, Jericho waddled his way back to his dorm. As he wriggled and walked around, he noticed a new weight in his step. Every bit of his movement caused his stomach to bob and his pants to creak in resistance. It wasn't until he got back to his dorm room that he finally relaxed and watched the button of his pants fly off and his belt break. He shimmied himself out of his pants, leaving Jericho in nothing but tight fitting boxer briefs. When he pushed back his stomach fat, he also noticed a bit of a difference in his crotch. Namely, the bulge down there was a lot more pronounced than it had been earlier this morning. He cupped and tried to squeeze it, finding that his junk was indeed bigger. He wasn't even hard or anything, it was just...there, being all huge and stuff. Jericho huffed a bit, his pudgy hands massaging his shaft underneath the briefs. After shimming himself out of his briefs, he let everything hang out to try and get a new sense of his size.

"Let's see here..." Jericho mumbled as he tried to make do with the full view mirror his mom gave him. It was pretty much the only one that wasn't in the dorm bathroom that he could use without some sort of self shame. Usually, the reflection of his hair would hit the tip of the mirror. Now, his hair wasn't even caught in the reflection when he stood upright and only part of his muzzle was barely in the shot. Did he get taller too? He was certainly wider since the flanks of his belly were dangerously close to going out of the frame as well. Underneath all of his belly fat, he could see his cock casually throbbing against his leg and very close to hitting his ankle in pure length. If he didn't know any better, the damn thing was almost the size of his forearm and almost as thick.

"Oh jeez, I'm so big...!" he blinked, staring at his reflection in the mirror. He didn't think that he'd get any bigger, but there he was. Though large as Jericho was...he wanted more. It was an odd discovery, wanting the complete reverse of losing weight, but he had to admit. After getting over the pain of walking all day and the difficulty of his new weight, he really liked it. With a smile, he went back to his bed and lay down and heard the steel frame groan a bit from his weight. While that usually meant a bad thing for the generally large, it was like a sign of reinforcement for Jericho. He glanced at his clock took the time in. It was only 10:00 PM and he didn't have any homework to do. With a smile, he pushed over his belly fat and started to pump and stroke his cock with a loose rumble as his tail thumped against the floor. It was time to really get to know every bit of him.

Every stroke of his shaft felt like he was pumping someone else off. The eclectic sensation of his fingers running up and down that thick length, pre dribbling down the base as well as two orbs that felt larger than baseballs in his mitts, it was all new to him. Jericho let out a pleasurable groan, not caring if the walls were thick or thin. He rocked around in his bed, hearing it groan in resistance to his jostling weight. He couldn't stop his belly from grinding against his hands and it all just seemed to go downhill. He stopped pumping himself and let his drooling cock slap on the underside of his towering belly and just bucked his hips into it. The crashing weight and the grinding against a sensitive part of himself caused Jericho to gasp from the feeling. It took only a few minutes before he grabbed a pillow from under him and groaned into it.

The sounds of his orgasm were muffled thanks to the pillow, but he couldn't stop the onslaught of it. Ropes of white erupted from him, spilling over his belly, the bed and some of the floor. Each load was rather thin in volume, but it got just about everywhere it could, his cock spurting madly as Jericho continued yelling into his pillow. It took a few minutes for the dinosaur to come down from his afterglow, but when he did, it was hard. Jericho eventually fell asleep from the lull of his afterglow, part of his room covered in cum.

He awoke the next morning to a loud knock on the door. Jericho grumbled and lifted himself up slightly to check the clock. Just who the hell was knocking on his door at 6:00 AM on a Sunday? After stripping himself of his bed (and reminding himself to clean his sheets, the wall and the floor from the other night), he opened the door to find himself staring at a pair of pectorals about to bust through a mesh like, long sleeve shirt. He looked up to see Thunder with a smile on his face and something in his hands.

"Mornin. You ready for day one?" Thunder grinned down at Jericho who seemed to still be in a sleepy daze.

After tossing him a few clothes for his new weight and height, courtesy of the fraternity, Thunder allowed Jericho to get his bearings on what was exactly going on since he apparently didn't hear the details the night before. He was supposed to train for the next few weeks until mid-terms where the next test would take place. Thunder wasn't allowed to divulge on the details other than the fact that he was going to need to work out for it. Jericho stared at his belly and recalled the events of last night as well as the after effects.

"But...I kinda like being like this." Jericho said.

Thunder dismissively waved a hand. "That's no problem at all, just a different regimen then. I didn't get the chance to explain before, but the whole point about this place is to let people enjoy whatever size they want to be, with a little help, of course. If you wanna have a massive gut, that's more than okay. Some of them may be a bit brash, but they're as close of a family as you're gonna get on here."

With some assured words from Thunder, Jericho nodded with a smile.

"Of course, I don't want you being out of breath just from taking a few steps, hence the lifting part. You're gonna have to eat a lot more though I'm sure that's no problem for you, as well as run a bit to get those legs in top shape, soooo..." Thunder let his sentence drag on as he lifted himself up and walked out of the door. Jericho followed suit in a white t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants.

The next few weeks were something of a whirlwind for Jeri. He was forced to mix in his homework and use whatever free time he had either recovering from Thunder's brutal workouts, doing said workouts, or eating for the sake of bulking. For a time, he noticed himself shedding some of his belly, but he was promised that it would all end up well. Throughout the weeks, Jericho noticed that his body was indeed changing and getting bigger. Close to a month in and the dinosaur didn't even fit in his full view mirror. Using Thunder as a ruler of sorts, the dinosaur was nearing past seven feet tall with his hair pushing him to eight feet, almost near Thunder's height while weighing close to half a ton.

The bright orange dinosaur sported a doming gut that still wobbled with every step and made his fitted t-shirts rise up, but it was incredibly dense and thick to the touch alongside the rest of him. Underneath most of his fat laid a nice support of muscle. He lacked Thunder's show room definition, but he made up for it in his burly size, as most people found out when they asked for the shy dinosaur to flex his arms or legs. Jericho was also forced to get a completely new set of clothing due to his sudden increase of size. He couldn't part with his love of t-shirts and noticed that Thunder had a love of polo shirts, even if he usually made a button pop just by breathing the wrong way. Along with such an increase of size, Jericho found out that he got huge just about everywhere in the following weeks. Every time before bed, Jericho measured himself and discovered that his shaft was steadily growing in size along with the rest of him. It wasn't even to a level of proportions, but he didn't seem to mind it. At around seven feet, that log of pink neared close to three feet, almost a third of his own size! Thankfully, he found a few ways to cover himself up.

A lot of people expected him to flaunt his size around, but if anything, he was more careful about it. He thanked his belly which allowed him to conceal his bulge or slid it down his pants legs and wore dark colors, anything that could hide it. Whenever he retreated to his dorm room, he even kept on his boxer briefs. Most of the time, it felt like he was carrying a throbbing pillar that couldn't even stand to attention due to its own girth and the damn thing always started to leak pre cum at the slightest provocation. A grope of his pectorals or a smack of his ass was all he needed sometimes. However, with the new improvements came a few setbacks. He couldn't masturbate all willy nilly since found out some of his loads could permanently damage his room from how much he unleashed in one go. The last time he tried it, his neighbors complained about the smell seeping in from his room and his exaggerated groaning in the middle of the night to the dorm advisor.

With his new size, also came an even larger appetite. Thunder restricted him to eating most of his bigger meals at the frat house as he was mandated to do for pledges, but at any time that he wasn't, he felt like he was starving unless he noshed on a small snack. The change in appetite didn't come as a shock to him, but something else did. The more Jericho grew, the more he looked at other people as said morsels. He thought it was weird that he thought like that, but whenever someone smaller than him walked by, he'd involuntarily drool a bit and stare at them like a piece of meat. Whenever someone bigger like Thunder came along to see the progress and wish him good luck, they'd always pat him on his ass -which he admitted was a bit big and firm to do so--or look at him the same way he'd look at other and...he enjoyed it. It never came up in conversation since he figured it was imagining things due to his new level of hunger to keep his body going.

Eventually, the time for the next test came. On the week of it, Thunder suggested they keep the workouts light and the eating the same. By the weekend before midterms next week, Phi Alpha Theta and all of their pledges were called to the fraternity house. Without being kidnapped the first time, Jericho had a chance to observe the place in full. The location for the fraternity was a bit of a way from campus, but the large, almost three story building made it a heck of a trip. Once they arrived, Jericho found himself in the dining room like a few months before, but the table and everything else had been cleared out as well as a plastic covering on the floor and some of the walls. Unlike the last time, Jericho was allowed to wear clothing, but they specified that he wear something unrestricting. As such, he gave himself a pair of black spandex shorts that didn't do much to hide his bulge, and a tank top that stretched over his belly and wide pectorals.

The boar and panda headmasters were in the center, dressed in nothing but a tight fitting tank top with their group letters on them and a pair of shorts, most likely due to the increase in hot weather.

"Now, here is the last test for all of you. Some of you will walk into a new chapter of this group, others will not. What happens here is out of our hands and into yours, pledges!" The boar began.

"Now then, would all the other pledges save for you two please leave?" The panda pointed at the other several pledges except for Jericho and one of the other pledges that he saw back during the feast. From beside him, an oversized bat emerged from the crowd. He wore nothing but a wrestling singlet and looked to be a head taller than him, but much, much larger. Jericho gulped as he noticed that the bat's pectorals were nudging against his chin and he was built like a freaking brick house! He looked back at himself and whimpered a bit, tail curling around his leg slightly. He was met with a pat on the shoulder from Thunder and a smile.

"You'll do fine, just don't worry. He doesn't know any more than you, so let your instinct guide ya." He whispered. Jericho took a deep sigh and stepped forward to the center of the room alongside the bat. Once the two met each other and shared a look, the boar spoke up again.

"And here's the second part of test! Make sure that only one of you comes out. Whatever that means, I'm sure you'll find out. Nothing below the belt or unfair, usual stuff like that." He snorted before leaving the center.

Just what did that mean? Jericho didn't have a chance to think about it before the overly muscled bat came in and tumbled him onto the floor with screech. The dinosaur cried out from shock, burly limbs flailing about as the bat tried to pin him with his bulk. Fuzzy pecs hidden by his singlet mashed against Jericho's face while his arms were almost pinned by the bat's enormous arms. He had to thank his firm musclegut keeping him from being fully put down before he pushed the bat off. The two exchanged nothing but slams and pin downs, gathering up a sweat. Jericho heard the cheers of "eat him up!" and "make him your lunch" from the crowd.

When the bat charged at him with a hungry look in his eye, it all came together. Was he supposed...to eat him? The thought never entered his mind that he'd have to do something like that for his next test, it was crazy! There was no way he could do that...right? He dodged another charge from the bat by tripping him up with his tail, but he didn't have the luxury of thinking.

_"I don't even like fighting in the first place, so how am I supposed to do this!?"_he screamed in the depths of his mind.

The more he worked up a sweat from his constant dodging, the more he could hear the crowd cheering for it. They wanted to see someone get a full meal, and his stomach growled in agreement. He did admit that the bat looked pretty delicious in a good light, and that bulge jutting out from his singlet was probably something to die for along with those pecs...No! Jericho shook his head and wiped the drool from his mouth. It didn't have to be like that.

However, the bat didn't think like that. He started to charge at him again like a train full steam ahead. Jericho gulped and took a deep breath. He met the charge by running toward him as well and putting his belly up as a sort of defense. The bat met Jericho's gut like a wall and fell to the ground with the dinosaur on top of him.

"H-how the fuck are you so heavy!?" The bat gasped, wriggling around in some attempt to get the dinosaur off of him. Jeri snorted and pinned down the bat's arms and tied his legs around with his tail, rendering most of his moving useless. Jeri looked down at the bat's face, and then looked down at the rest of him. The thoughts from before soon crept back into his head, the bat was looking mighty good right about now...

"Eat, eat, eat, eat!" Everyone cheered.

"Come on, you're a dinosaur, this should be easy for you!" Jericho heard someone cry out.

He heard the others agree just as loud. They were right, but he couldn't do this...not in public! Jericho looked down at the bat, their pectorals mashed together in their wriggling around, bulges pushing and fighting for space. The dinosaur let out a deep huff, his cock pushing through his spandex shorts and his underwear. It didn't take long for pre to start drooling right from it, but he tried to ignore it. With a growl, Jericho started to open his mouth. Maw wide open, he slowly clamped down on the top of the bat's head and slowly made his way down on his mouth as he yelled in protest. All of his flailing about started to slow down once Jericho had gotten past his head, the bat mostly lodged in his throat.

People started to cheer as he took deep breaths and gulps to make sure he went down smoothly. Once got around his head, Jericho plopped over to the other side and started to work on the bat's bulging arms. He slowly pushed bit after bit inside without swallowing, almost like a full sandwich. He couldn't help but huff and snort as he felt the bat slide down inside his throat despite him being much larger. His belly and throat started to distend to accommodate the poor guy, causing Jeri to let out a pleasurable groan. His shorts creaked and groaned as pre cum splattered against the plastic floor and through his layers of fabric.

Jericho finally got past his arms and the bat's pectorals, his own starting to swell up in size alongside his belly. His tank top was destroyed at the straps, falling to the floor as the dinosaur slowly gobbled up his meal from top to bottom. Jericho was seated in the middle of the room as the bat's upper torso was covered in drool while the rest of him stuck out from his muzzle, slowly being gulped down with every few seconds that passed. His cock started to tear through the spandex, eventually forcing the dinosaur to shimmy out of his shorts and underwear to let that cock lurch out for freedom. That three foot member slapped onto the floor alongside orbs the size of medicine balls, pre spurting out of it like a fountain. People ogled and stared, but he didn't care as long as he was getting his fill.

Every gulp made Jericho shudder in pleasure, most of the bat's lower torso gone into his gullet. The only thing left was his legs. Jericho savored every last bit, his body growing and growing every gulp this time. His belly distended not just to accompany his meal, but for his overall bulk. His arms flexed and surged larger with fat and muscle while his legs and hips widened for his new frame. His tail, one of the thicker parts of him, grew even thicker and looked thicker than a redwood tree. His cock started to creep along the concrete, pre jettisoning out of it and hitting any of the bystanders as that pillar became filled with extra girth and length. Soon three feet became four as Jericho finished his meal. With that one final gulp, everything went downhill. That final gulp had him burping to celebrate his victory, but his arousal had peaked at the same time, causing an eruption of white over the other Phi Alpha Theta members and the leaders.

Jericho rubbed his stomach of victories, rumbling contently during his orgasm. The onslaught seemed to last close to a half hour before he seemed to be erupting nothing but small drizzles of the stuff that covered the already white floor. He flumped onto the floor, cum splattering on his back and watched as two people came up to him.

"Phi Alpha Theta members, meet part of your newest chapter!" The boar announced part of his shoulders and face covered with the dinosaur's load. Everyone else devolved into a moment of cheer as he the dinosaur noticed the other person. Thunder lifted him up with a grunt with the widest grin on his face. Jericho returned the smile towards the mostly seed soaked dragon before Thunder leapt in with a deep kiss.

He leaned himself over the dinosaur's hugely packed belly, pushing his tongue into his muzzle and twisting to essentially lock himself in there for a few moments. As soon as Jericho started to open his muzzle again for another meal, Thunder let go with a deep huff.

"Oof...couldn't help myself there!" Thunder smiled, cheeks flushed.

"T-thunder...wha...the other guy?" Jericho mumbled. His eyes were lidded and he rubbed his stomach almost as if he was in a trance.

"He'll be fine. He'll wake up in his room tomorrow with no recollection of this. For now, congratulations." The panda explained. After being lifted up by Thunder, Jericho found himself staring at the whiskered dragon eye to eye. He was certainly much wider, but the two were at equal height save for their hair style. Every bit of Jericho had widened out, giving him a much broader appearance and stance no thanks to his drooling four foot cock. After the pleasantries and the cleaning up were over with, Jericho was allowed to leave to rest and he'd be moving into the fraternity dorm after mid-terms were over with to not distract him with his studying. Apparently, the rooms were far more suited for larger folk and equipped with drains for various reasons.

"Now, since we don't have to be here, how about a bit more of congratulations?" Thunder suggested. Jericho slowly nodded, wondering what he was up to. Thunder directed him up stairs into his room. The two stepped in and Jericho was greeted to a rather tame room. Thunder closed the door behind him and leaned in for another kiss.

"Nnnf..." Jericho grunted, pushing himself into Thunder's muzzle and shared another passionate kiss. The two soon retreated from their kiss before Jericho tugged Thunder in with a small snarl. Their chests swelled and fought for space, the two behemoths pushing their bulk together before Thunder tugged them to the bed. Jericho followed suit, his powerful steps causing the room to rumble a bit.

Once the two were on the bed, the frame creaked and groaned heavily with their combined weight, the two of them continuing their kissing. Thunder removed his shorts, letting his shaft free and grind against Jericho's own. The two huffed and grunted, the whiskered dragon wrapping his arms around Jeri's broad waist. Chiseled abs met a doming muscle gut as the two friends turned titans enjoyed their size. The twin shafts throbbed and pulsed, Jericho out sizing Thunder by a small margin. At their current size, he weighed and looked larger than him, a product of their friendship going into something much larger. Pre cum gushed from the two, coating the dragon's bed sheets within seconds. Every grind and push made those pillars throb, veins pulsing along the surface and coaxed more and more out of them.

"T-thank you..." Jericho managed to gasp out before returning to the dragon's lips. Thunder simply returned the gesture with a snort. The last few months had been something of a blur for the two. It was surprising for the dragon to think that this was the same little guy that bumped into him and almost got a concussion. He felt happy knowing that he was right to help him. He got a good friend out of it and a heck of a large partner to fool around with. The two retreated from their kiss with a deep groan, Thunder attempting to push Jericho around best as he could. The large, gutted dinosaur complied with a deep moan, eagerly presenting himself and clutching onto the bed frame.

Jericho never would have thought that he'd change this much in such a short amount of time. It was wondrous and weird all at the same time, but it didn't matter he got himself a good friend that at least supported him through the first bit of the semester and now he had someone he could call a friend. Jericho let out another groan as he continued spilling pre on the front of Thunder's bed, feeling the dragon's enormous shaft pulsing along the wide expanse of his back. His tail had been pushed to the side and thumped against the ground. Thunder let out a growl as he slowly plunged his way into the dinosaur's rear. Jericho let out a deep, pleasurable howl as his claws started to tear through the bed frame from the sudden intrusion and the sheer size of it! He knew it was large, but seeing and feeling it were two different things! Jericho felt himself spread further and further the more that humongous tower plunged into him. Every shot of pre had nowhere else to go but into him. Every load of the translucent, sticky pre felt like he was being filled up by a hose that kept shoving its way into him with its insane girth. He panted and pounded back in some attempt to accept that crotch monster with his groaning.

"S-so big..." Jericho stuttered, drool seeping from his open muzzle.

"And you're about get every inch...!" Thunder grunted as he leaned himself over Jericho's back and tail, slamming four feet of himself into him with all of his strength. From there, he used the wall, the bed frame and Jericho as support. The dinosaur was forced to put his hands on the wall instead as every hit from Thunder caused the bed to shake and the wall as well. Pre splattered on the floor, causing the bed to get soaked with the stuff and puddles to form along the back of the bed despite the drain. Thunder gripped Jeri's firm ass and pounded it like no tomorrow. Every time he reared back, the excess of pre just erupted from him, no thanks to the basketball sized orbs that slammed against Jeri's lower rear with every pound.

Close to half an hour later, Thunder let loose one deep groan. Rope after rope of cum jettisoned from his cock, filling up Jericho quickly with load after sticky, voluminous filled load. He never stopped rutting him into the wall, the dinosaur's belly hitting the bed frame causing it to crack at the pressure and the ton after ton of weight placed on it. The bed had finally broken under their pressure and fell to the ground with a large thud, but it didn't seem to deter them from their love making.

Even through Thunder's powerful pounding, Jericho arched his back and let out a deeper groan than he would have thought possible. While the dragon unloaded into him, Jericho's loads splattered against the wall. Each one destroyed the bed frame, coating it in white while the other simply hit the wall, even causing it to crack from the pressure they applied and the force of it all. A large puddle of cum was left and started to spread along the back of the room as Thunder reared back from Jericho's ass. As he slowly slipped out, cum gushed out of him like a geyser, his stomach sloshing somewhat due to how much was dumped into him. Jericho let out a deep rumble, reaching over Thunder during their moment of bliss.

That moment of bliss was interrupted for Thunder as he found himself staring at Jericho's drooling face. The two shared yet another kiss, Jericho wrapping himself around the dragon and grinding against him with a rumble as they continued spurting cum all over themselves and the room. The two had to thank the event still going on downstairs since they could still hear the cheers from the other members going on. The two doused themselves for what seemed like hours before they came to. Thunder's room was nothing short of a mess, but none of the other frat members seemed to mind once they found Thunder and Jericho in their position. The smell of sweat and seed wafted throughout the house afterwards and people were wondering who had been getting it on during the time.

After cleaning up the mess and replacing the bed, Jericho found himself situated into the frat house. With a new dorm room and mid-terms going on, he and Thunder studied when necessary. Jericho found himself a hell of a lot happier living in the dorm and with his current size. Whenever he walked around the school or outside, he had a new spring in step and a wide grin on his face. He still couldn't deal with the attention when people asked to feel up his arms or hang on them for fun, but it was a step in the direction for the semester. The fun thing he found out was that he got to do the same thing that he went through to someone else in the fall. For now, he'd enjoy some of his student life and enjoy the time with his friends, as well going through his life as big as he could.