Francais needed to know who he was. It seemed impossible to the stallion, he was the big guy that everyone looked up to. Francais reached into his locker, grabbing his soap and towel. It had been a long workout session, his chestnut lightly furred body glistened with sweat and his muscles could feel the burn. His chiselled abs graced the locker room with their presence as the 25-year-old stallion pulled his tank top over his head. Two large mighty pecs swelled with the years of training Francais has pushed his body through as he then rolled his heavy shoulders
He looked to his arms, knowing that when he last measured they were 22 inches around, nearly 22.5 and he had hoped to reach that. Now, however, his goal has reached further after On top of his 6’8’’ frame it was very imposing, though the blue in the eyes of his equine head showed the kindness he tried to give to all around him. They too were trying to improve themselves, and the gym community was very friendly with one another.
But there was still something about this new guy. Francais leaned back slightly and glanced past his locker’s door. There he was, the white rat. Everyone knows what ratfolk are like; short, lithe, pretty sneaky, though pleasant and usually hospitable; their usually large families tend to get them accustomed to sharing and caring. However this one, physically at least, was what you would least expect.
The white fur was short all over, save for a mop of hair atop his head. Even Francais had to look up to see it, the stallion guessed he was at over 6’10’’, potentially closer to 7’. He had never heard of any rodentkin being over 6’4’’, that being the usually with a stocky build. Not only was the rat taller than the stallion, but the shoulders rippled with what felt like twice the muscle tone of Francais. Everything about this rat exuded strength, his bicep at rest was just as big as when Francais posed his own. The rat’s own tee he had worn in the workout showed heavy sweat stains around the pits and over his chest, which jutted out like two boulders. The tee hugged tight to the rat, making it very easy to see the fine contours beneath of how impossibly sculpted each muscle was, from the eight cobblestones on his abs to the rippling delts. What was even more amazing was there were no telltale signs of juicing, these muscles were all earned naturally.
The rat had grabbed his belongings from the locker and closed it, turning from a side-on view to front facing. Francais ducked back behind his locker door. He silently cursed, hoping the rat hadn’t caught him staring. He caught a glimpse of the rat’s gaze, the pink irises an oddity, he hadn’t encountered a true albino before. Francais could feel something lonely in those eyes, some level of innocence that he hadn’t seen in anyone else in the locker room.
Francais casually adjusted his jock, the sight of someone bigger than him, and with a cute face too, was getting him somewhat excited. Thanks to pornography stallions had been shone in a light that they were all well hung. It might not be the true case, but for Francais he had been blessed with large endowments. It gave a bit of confidence when flaccid he is larger than most others are erect, and also packing two hefty balls beneath the girthy member, but there was also the problem of it being quite obvious. The slight shame growing up of it being visible hadn’t truly left him, despite him knowing that many a man would be jealous of what they saw.
Francais decided he could cool off in the shower, quickly shirking his pants and jock. He wrapped the white towel around his waist, slim on his frame but still built as well as the rest of him. Francais could see that the towel had a telltale bulge of his semi hard cock brushing against it, hopefully as he walked it would conceal it somewhat. Francais closed his locker and marched along the lockers towards the showers.
“Fuck.” Francais thought to himself as he stepped into the shower room. It was a communal with an array of shower heads lining both long walls. The silvery heads varied in height to accommodate the different species, both short and tall, going in an ascending order. Francais has always showered at the far end, being tall even by equine standards meant only a couple of shower heads were usable. However, the water from that shower head was already running.
Facing the corner was the white rat, his head barely able to get beneath the shower head that was set for the average elephant height. Currently lathering up his arms, the rat’s back muscles shifted and casually showed off the immense strength beneath the damp short white fuzz. Francais almost dropped his soap aghast, the rat had worn quite baggy sweat pants during the workout, but now bereft of them Francais could see a huge bubble butt.
Not an ounce of fat was on his rear, but beneath the long hairless tail, which somehow also seemed more muscular than other ratfolk, two firm round cheeks jutted out. Both were supported on trunk-thick thighs that were in turn supported by immensely powerful calves, the white hair stopping around the ankles as the bare clawed feet of the rat were planted on the ground. Francais guessed he must custom order shoes for those huge feet, though they had to be that big to support such a monumental body.
Francais then came to the realisation that it was just the two of them in the showers, and he had to use the shower head next to the rat. He had also noted that his towel had been parted by his now fully erect member, the entire 12.5’’ on display. Francais looked back to the rat, who was still facing the corner. “Hopefully he keeps facing that way.” Francais thought, his mind raced as he approached the next shower head, turning it on. Lewd thoughts of pressing his huge member between the massive ass of his showermate were running through the stallion’s mind, only making his erection throb harder. Francais stepped under the water and chose to face the wall, looking slightly away from the rat and hoping his boner would go down soon. He had planned to at least say hello to this rat, but he dared not do it whilst showing off a hardon that could break through a wall.
For a moment there was just the sound of the two shower heads running, the droplets falling and splashing onto the head and shoulders of the two titanically built men. Francais tried as best he could to repress the images of the nude rat from his mind, but every time his erection refused to let him do so. He braved a glance. The rat was still facing the wall, an arm reaching to his lower back with the soap to get the spot just above his tail. Francais couldn’t help but stare again, admiring the perfection of each muscle beneath the wet short fur.
Then Francais felt the soap slip. He had squeezed the bar too hard and it flew through the air. It caught the massive bicep of the rat before hitting the wall, disappearing into the corner the rat was facing. Francais felt like he had turned to stone, he stopped breathing as the following couple of seconds felt like an eternity. Only the sound of the two running shower heads accompanied the movement of the white rat. Francais saw the thick neck muscles tense and twitch as the rat glanced down. It didn’t seem to help much, given the shelf of pectoral prowess that was in the way. Instead the rat took a short step back and bent a knee, looking down and reaching for Francais’ soap bar.
Francais gawked at what he spied. As the leg gave way to let the rat kneel down, something gargantuan unveiled itself. Snow white, like the rest of his skin, an absolutely enormous set of genitals hung between the muscled legs, fighting for space. A thicker tuft of white fur was above them, and the limp uncut member was as thick as Francais’ wrist. The two orbs beneath it were secured in a tight sack, pushing the massive penis forward. It must’ve been at least 10’’ and it wasn’t even hard. Francais thought he would never meet someone in the flesh who could match his member, nevermind surpass it. Francais could only imagine how monstrous it was when fully erect.
The rat’s tail flickered a little as his hand grasped the soap bar, the entire thing seeming to disappear in his grasp. Francais just watched in awe as the rat stood up again, now facing him. The rat was definitely over 7’ tall, standing nearly a full head taller than the chestnut stallion. The silvery whiskers on his face had little droplets running down to their ends, making them bow slightly from the weight. Francais managed to pull his gaze away from the enormous package, looking in slight jealousy but mostly adoration at the torso of the rat as he moved up to meet the rat’s gaze.The pink eyes again had that quiet and somewhat lonely look in them, a faint smile on the mouth of the rat. There was a youthful look about the rat, he was probably not even 20 yet and already so massive. Francais couldn’t conceive how it was possible in nature.
“Here.” The rat held out the soap in his clawed mitt. Even his hands were bigger than Francais’. His voice was a smooth baritone, most ratfolk Francais know had much higher pitch and scratchy tones to their words, but this rat’s vocal chords were like they were dipped into molten chocolate, smooth and delectable. Even with a single simple word, Francais felt his knees getting weak.
“Thanks.” Francais managed to muster. His voice would normally be deep and alluring, a voice that could probably make it as a voice actor for figures with his physique. However there was a crack in his tone as he accepted the soap bar, Francais feeling slightly emasculated, but also more and more turned on by the albino rat.
Francais paused for a few seconds, looking the rat in the eye. This rat was everything he wanted to be. Even now, at the height of buffness at the gym, this mysterious new guy had reminded Francais that the ceiling was just a barrier to the next floor of potential. Francais could feel himself idolising this newcomer, someone who can exude so much power, yet whose face showed such gentleness behind it.
The rat’s eyes went from looking into Francais’ to glancing down for a brief moment before one again locking gazes. Francais realised that his boner was still at full master, almost pressing into the pubes of the rat. Francais felt a heavy weight drop in his stomach, this guy he was crushing over had just seen him fully boned just from looking at him.
“I’m Chester.” The rat said, facing the shower’s control and pushing the button again. Francais hadn’t even noticed their shower heads had stopped. Chester’s tail twirled again as the titanic rat grasped its end and began cleaning it also.
“Francais.” The stallion replied, turning in kind. He nearly hit the wall with his member, still as hard as ever. Francais went back to rubbing the soap on his chest, glancing every couple of seconds back to Chester, getting perfect side-on views of his new acquaintance.
“Umm.” Chester mumbled, surprisingly timidly as he looked to Francais. “Could you.. Umm.. I can’t reach between my shoulder blades.” Francais raised an arm, the bicep bulging with what must be 26’’ globes of strength. They distracted Francais for a couple of seconds before he realised what Chester had said.
“Oh, sure.” Francais nodded, happy to be able to help his fellow gym rat. “It’d be my pleasure.”