timothy "brofessor" fessenden created by oldshep
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Studies show the brofessor is 'yuuuge. Just a little retelling of the same old story, just from the perspective of the brofessor's hubby ;)

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A: "M-Mr. Graves," a little rat squeaked, approaching the collie at the front. "I read your paper on muscular hypertrophy, about the possibility of a positive feedback loop of seminal production, ingestion and hypertrophy. Do you think it could happen to anyone... li-like me?"

"Theoretically, yes," the dog replied, adjusting his spectacles. The collie leaned over and flexed a large bicep in the rat's face. "Though, I doubt just anyone can achieve that."

The poor little rat turned away in shame, gripping the paper he'd read. He was determined to prove that son of a gun he was wrong.

B: The door to the university's latest PhD graduate and newest assistant professor, Dr. Walter Graves', office slammed open. The buff dog looked up, stunned at the nearly naked stud strutting into his office.

"Remember me?" the rat chuckled, his muscles seething with growth. He remembered the rat alright, he shot him down at a conference and once again when the student applied to be his master's student. As the impressively built rat flexed his arms, Dr. Graves could feel his pupmaker tent his khakis. What had he created?

C: "GRAVES!" the rat-beast bellowed. Despite being the rat's PhD supervisor (after the 500 pound beast had coerced him into it after graduating), it was quite clear who was in control. The rat was siphoning the collie's grant funds into supplying his ever-increasing mass. Not that the collie minded (or as if he had a choice). The collie scampers and brings his student's master's protein jug.

"Took you long enough," the monstrous rodent growled as he continued to deadlift. He was expecting a tongue bath and blowjob after this for the dog's tardiness.

D: Enough was enough. The university's administration all agreed, the newest professor, Dr. T.G. Fessenden had to go. Not only was his research obscene; growing men into monstrosities of muscle and genitalia; but he often bullied his weedy academic colleagues with his overwhelming bulk. However, no one wanted to approach the hulking creature the 'brofessor' had turned himself into.

They all decided that Walter Graves would be the sacrifice. He created this beast, he'd deal with it. The collie had grown fond of Tim in an odd, Stockholm Syndrome sort of way. He picked up a yellow flower he used to see the rat put in his shirt pocket (though the rat wasn't wearing much of anything these days). He approached the rat and asked Tim out on a date.

And for the first time in a long time, there was a little bit of the old Tim in there.

E: Love had changed Dr. Timothy Fessenden. Not overnight, but slowly. And slowly, the rat had grown fonder and fonder of his boyfriend. So fond that he'd trap the small collie in his office with his sheer bulk alone, submitting his now comparatively tiny canine companion to his debauchery.

"Timothy, we're at school," Dr. Walter Graves would always plead.

Tim would always reply with the old adage, "Who cares? We've got tenure."

F: "Timothy-" the collie called out to his husband. He had seen his husband's latest publication in Nature; an application of his old PhD thesis. As he stood in the doorframe of his hubby's office, his jaw dropped, realizing who the test subject of his trial was. The Dean of 'Broscience' was already swelling, already putting Walter's theories into practice. The collie approached the rat demi-god and began to aid in his husband's ministrations.

If Walter's theories were correct, Tim's ascension was only beginning...

:> Totally non-canon, sex-addled dribble, yay!

† Total fuck-boy.

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  • Always love to see some glorious muscle growth, and even better from the brofessor and in multiple stages too. Really hot.

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