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Adrian followed Barrett across campus, still trying to process everything he had seen over the past few minutes. The campus itself had already impressed him before he even arrived; the guys in the lobby had left him speechless, but now that he was walking with Barrett in front of him, everything felt even stranger than it had before.

Barrett moved through the pathways with long, confident strides, and students nodded or greeted him as he passed. Adrian noticed that every guy they walked by seemed built in the same astonishing way he had noticed earlier—broad shoulders, massive chests stretching their shirts, and a confident, relaxed posture—but what struck him most now was how normal it seemed to everyone else. It wasn’t only a group; every student here was breathtaking.

Adrian and Barrett eventually reached the campus cafeteria, though calling it a cafeteria almost felt wrong. The place looked more like the dining hall of a luxury hotel than anything Adrian had expected from a university. Polished marble floors reflected soft golden lighting; tall windows overlooked the gardens outside, and the air smelled faintly of espresso, vanilla, and something creamy he couldn’t place at first.

Groups of students sat around large wooden tables scattered across the room. Some were laughing while working on laptops, others leaned back casually in their chairs, talking about classes or business deals as if they were already executives instead of students. Their thick pecs stretched their clothes to the max, and some of them were softly massaging the slabs of meat as if it were the most natural thing in the world. None of them seemed embarrassed by it. If anything, they looked proud.

But despite the breathtaking sight, Adrian couldn’t help but notice the drinks. He was expecting fancy cups of tea or coffee—a more professional choice—but nearly every table had tall glasses filled with thick pale beverages, some pink, some chocolate brown, others creamy white, topped with foam. Milkshakes, smoothies—every drink seemed to revolve around dairy.

Barrett looked over his shoulder and smirked when he caught Adrian looking around. “Impressive, right?” he said casually as they walked further inside.

Adrian cleared his throat. “This place is not exactly what I expected.”

“Most people say that,” Barrett replied with a chuckle.

Barrett gestured for Adrian to follow him toward the deeper section of the dining hall. As they walked, Adrian found his attention drifting back to Barrett again and again. From behind, the guy was just as overwhelming as at the front. His tank top stretched tight across a back so broad it almost looked comical, and the fabric pulled sharply across his shoulders with every movement. Every space seemed too narrow for him, no matter how wide it was.

Lower down, the fit of his pants left little to the imagination, showing off the most massive and perfect bubble butt Adrian had ever seen. It was impossible not to look at how the two rounded spheres shifted with each step and how his pants fought to hold on around so much meat. Despite everything, Adrian couldn’t help but stare, hypnotized as something stirred deep within. His calm was slightly cracking at the seams.

He tried to focus on the room instead, but it wasn’t easy. Barrett was too much.

When they reached the far side of the cafeteria, Barrett pushed open a door Adrian hadn’t even noticed before. Behind it was a quieter lounge area that felt more like a private office suite than part of a dining hall. The noise of the cafeteria faded immediately as the door closed behind them.

The room was comfortably furnished, with leather chairs, a polished desk, and shelves stocked with glass bottles and kitchen equipment that looked far more advanced than what Adrian expected to find in a campus building. There was a large refrigerator against one wall and a heavy blender sitting on a countertop beside it.

Barrett crossed the room and dropped into a massive leather chair behind the desk like it had been made specifically for him. The chair creaked softly under his weight before settling.

“Sit,” the big guy said, nodding toward the chair across from him.

Adrian obeyed, sitting down while still trying to figure out exactly what was going on.

Barrett leaned back, studying him with a playful smile. “First thing you should understand about Borst,” he began, “is that getting accepted here already means something. Everyone here is smart. Really smart. If you made it in, that part’s already taken care of.”

Adrian nodded slowly.

“But Borst has always believed something else too,” Barrett continued. “Leadership isn’t only about brains. It’s about presence. When you walk into a room, people should notice you before you even say a word.”

Adrian couldn’t help but look straight at Barrett’s chest again without meaning to. Presence definitely wasn’t something Barrett lacked.

Barrett noticed the look and grinned slightly. “Exactly,” he said. “That is the reaction every guy on this campus should be getting.” He stood up and walked to the refrigerator, opening it and pulling out a large bottle of milk. “And that’s exactly what you need to achieve.”

Adrian watched the movement, noticing again how the fabric of Barrett’s tank top stretched and shifted over his enormous chest. “What do you mean?” He asked.

“One step at a time. I invited you for a drink, didn’t I?” Barrett smirked and poured nearly a liter of milk into the blender before glancing over his shoulder. “Strawberry or chocolate?”

Adrian blinked. “Strawberry,” he replied softly.

Barrett’s grin widened. “Good choice for starters.” He added a handful of strawberries and a few other ingredients Adrian couldn’t identify before switching on the blender. The machine started working, mixing the drink into a thick pink shake—pretty much like some of the drinks the guys at the cafeteria were having.

Adrian sat there watching Barrett work, completely distracted by the way the man’s body moved so gracefully despite his massive size. Even small motions seemed powerful. When Barrett leaned forward slightly to check the blender, the muscles across his back flexed, and the tight tank top pulled even tighter.

After a moment, the blender stopped. Barrett poured the milkshake into a tall glass and carried it over to the desk. He placed it in front of Adrian.

“Your first step,” Barrett said kindly.

Adrian stared at the glass for a moment before picking it up. The shake smelled amazing, so he didn’t hesitate to take a sip. The flavor was unbelievably smooth and creamy, and the strawberries were bright and sweet without being overpowering. Adrian couldn’t stop a soft groan of surprise from escaping his throat.

Barrett laughed softly. “Good?”

Adrian nodded and took another sip. “It’s, honestly, the best milkshake I’ve ever had.”

“Thanks,” Barrett said proudly. “I hear that a lot.”

Adrian lowered the glass, studying it. “What makes it so good?”

Barrett leaned back in his chair again, clearly enjoying the moment. “Borst takes its traditions seriously,” he said. “Especially when it comes to the milk we use.”

Adrian frowned slightly, not sure what that meant.

Barrett reached for the hem of his tank top and pulled it off in one smooth motion, tossing it aside casually.

Adrian nearly choked on his drink.

Up close and bare, Barrett’s chest looked even more overwhelming than it had earlier. His pecs were gigantic, the kind of size that made Adrian instinctively straighten in his chair. Barrett rolled his shoulders once, and the massive muscles shifted with the movement.

“Let me show you,” Barrett said, reaching below the desk and bringing up a machine that Adrian couldn’t identify at first.

It looked as fancy and clean as the rest of the building, but what caught Adrian’s attention was a pair of padded cups, seemingly connected to long transparent tubs that went straight to the main device. Barrett quickly reached for two gallon-sized bottles from the shelves and connected another pair of tubs on the other end of the device. Adrian stared in confusion, unable to understand what he saw.

“Relax,” Barrett said. “The first time is always a bit shocking.”

Adrian slowly raised the glass again to drink some more, pretending to be cool about it all while still staring as Barrett finished setting up the machine before him. However, as the big guy lifted the padded cups and placed them right over his thick nipples, Adrian’s eyes widened, and his jaw dropped in shock.

“I love this moment,” Barrett said playfully as the cups hissed and sealed around his nipples. “But the fun part hasn’t even started.”

He pressed a button on the main device, and it started working steadily. Within seconds, a thick stream of white liquid started traveling through the tubs, flowing freely into the empty bottles. Adrian’s shock skyrocketed as he finally realized that it was a milking machine. His eyes moved from Barrett’s nipples, delivering what seemed to be rivers of milk, to the bottles filling up with the white cream faster than he thought was possible.

Barrett leaned comfortably against the desk, completely unfazed, like this was the most ordinary thing in the world. “Borst helps its students reach their potential,” he said. “One milkshake at a time. Using the best ingredients from the best source,” he winked, gesturing toward the discarded tank top.

Adrian felt his face heat up and turn red, but didn’t stop drinking. If anything, he took a deeper pull from the glass, finishing another long swallow while the strange reality of Borst settled in his mind. The realization that Barrett wasn’t only the biggest guy on campus but also the one responsible for feeding the entire campus with his milk made Adrian’s heart beat faster as his cock stirred to life in his pants.

Adrian finished the last of the milkshake slowly, tilting the glass until the final thick pink drop slid down the inside and onto his tongue. The flavor was still incredible, sweet and rich, and almost impossibly smooth. He lowered the empty glass onto the desk, still staring at Barrett’s pecs, delivering an endless flow of milk into the bottles.

For a second, nothing happened, and then he felt something oddly enjoyable.

It was subtle at first, only a strange warmth spreading through his chest. Adrian blinked and instinctively looked down at himself, moving his hands to the front of his shirt without even thinking about it. He couldn’t tell what it was exactly, but a pleasant sensation took over his pecs, like the satisfying fullness he usually got after a good workout. Except it was happening from the inside out, without making any effort.

“Uh…” Adrian mumbled, shifting in his seat, looking down again, and squinting at his chest as if he expected to see something happening.

At first, he thought he was imagining it. But then he noticed the fabric of his shirt pulling a little tighter. The change was slow—almost too slow to see. But he could feel it clearly. His pecs were pushing forward ever so slightly, gaining thickness as the muscle filled out with a new pressure that made the fabric stretch more snugly across his torso.

Adrian pressed a hand against his chest in disbelief. “Wait…” he said under his breath.

Barrett was watching him from across the desk with a smile, clearly enjoying the moment. “You feel that?” He asked casually.

Adrian nodded quickly, still staring down at himself. “My chest… it’s…” He paused, trying to find the right word. “It’s thicker.”

“Of course it is,” Barrett said. “Your pecs are growing.”

Adrian looked up at him in shock.

Barrett leaned back comfortably in the chair again, completely relaxed as the milking machine kept working. “My milk helps your body improve,” he explained. “That’s kind of the whole point around here. Strength, size, and presence. Borst doesn’t only train minds.”

Adrian glanced down again in time to see his pecs give another faint push outward under the fabric—he felt it clearly this time. His shirt stretched tighter across his chest as the muscle slowly filled out more.

“Your milk did this?” Adrian asked, staring at the milk flowing into the bottles.

“Yeah,” Barrett replied. “I am the source for all those big pecs you already saw,” he added proudly. “I’ve got plenty to feed the whole campus several times a day.”

Adrian struggled to process the information as his shirt felt tighter. “How big…” he started, hesitating slightly. “How big will I get?”

Barrett chuckled softly. “That depends on you,” he said. “The more often you drink,” he continued, “the bigger you’ll get.” He leaned forward slightly, scanning Adrian’s body up and down. “To be honest, you’re a great candidate for it. You’ve already got a strong base physique. One of the best I’ve seen from a new student in a while.”

Adrian looked down again at his chest. His pecs were heavier against his shirt, thicker under his hands when he touched them. He couldn’t stop staring. Then, almost shyly, he looked back up at Barrett, staring openly at the massive chest.

Adrian swallowed and felt his face heat up before the words slipped out. “Can I… have some more then?”

For a second, Barrett stared at him and then burst out laughing. “I knew it,” he said, shaking his head with a grin. “You’re a thirsty guy.”

Barrett reached for the empty glass on the desk and unplugged the milking cup from his right pectoral. Placing the glass right below his nipple, he firmly pressed around the areola, and the stream of milk thickened, filling the tall glass with fresh milk within seconds. He set it down in front of Adrian and hooked the milking cup again to continue the process.

“No extra ingredients this time,” Barrett said, smirking more than ever. “That means the effects should be a little stronger.”

Adrian stared at the glass. The milk looked normal, but he had seen it coming out of the big guy’s nipples, which made it special enough already.

“Consider it a welcome gift,” Barrett added. “I don’t do this with everybody.”

Adrian didn’t hesitate. He grabbed the glass and lifted it to his mouth like he hadn’t had anything to drink in days. The milk went down fast, cool and unbelievably rich, and before he realized it, he had already taken several deep gulps.

Barrett leaned against the desk, watching him with clear delight.

Adrian finished the glass in one long pull and set it down, breathing slightly harder than before. The tingling in his chest returned almost immediately.

Barrett smiled slowly. “Yeah,” he said. “You’ll fit in just fine.”

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